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2.43 S2 Chapter 1.4 - The Laughing King and Crybaby Jack (Part 4)

4. RIVAL’S SHADOW

Smh can’t believe Haijima’s gentrifying volleyball in Fukui

Translation Notes

1. A campfire is “When a ball falls to the floor between either a couple or a few players and they are caught just looking at it as if they were circled staring at a campfire.”

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He heard that Mimura started playing volleyball when he was in the third grade. Despite his small stature, his outstanding athleticism and mood-making personality soon made him the center of his elementary school team, and after serving as the ace of Shinei Middle School, he became the ace and captain of the powerhouse Fukuho Tech, and up until now, he had always been the focus of attention and expectations.

Mimura’s self-awareness about his own outward appearance was probably because he had been playing volleyball in such an environment for ten years. If a pampered child showed even the slightest hint of cockiness, admiration could easily turn to animosity and criticism. Mimura Subaru had to be the “idol type” who was loved by everyone.

Although it was true that Mimura was a hundred times more innately cheerful than Ochi, half of his friendliness was an act. His likes and dislikes regarding people were surprisingly intense. His mood had its ups and downs. If a TV or newspaper reporter asked him an imprudent question, he would make a face like a Noh mask and make bland comments from start to finish.

As Ochi helped with the balls for spike practice in front of the net, he glanced over at Mimura to see how he was doing with the interview. In a corner of the gym, Mimura and a woman wearing a pantsuit were facing each other. She was a reporter named Mizuno, a reporter from Fukurou TV. She was looking at him with a serious face and nodding, then writing down something in her notebook. She was petite, even for a woman, so the difference in height between her and Mimura was about two heads, so it was quite charming to see her trying her best to raise her head and Mimura almost leaning down to try to match his gaze with Mizuno’s. He could see a natural smile on Mimura’s face, so it didn’t seem worrying.

He was almost disappointed that she was already leaving after cutting the session earlier than arranged out of consideration for his practice.

Mimura, Hata, and Ochi saw her off as she left.

“Hata-sensei, thank you very much for your time during practice. Mimura-kun, do your best. I’m looking forward to seeing you at the qualifiers.”

Even Ochi, who didn’t play in matches, got excited when a girl told him, “Do your best!” Do teams with female managers experience this on a daily basis…? He couldn’t help but seriously wonder about the meaning of his existence.

After Mizuno changed her shoes at the doorway and went outside, the cameraman who had been filming their practice came running in, sweating. As he was putting away his equipment, he looked up at Mimura as though he had just remembered something.

“Subaru-kun. I’m sure Fukuho will win this year as well, but are there any other teams that are on your mind?”

“Teams that are on my mind?”

Mimura cocked his head.

“Oh, you don’t know? Seiin High School is making a very interesting team this year.”

“By Seiin, you mean the school that pulled out from the semifinals of the Autumn Tournament?”

Hata interrupted him with a hint of sternness in his voice, but the cameraman didn’t seem to notice. His tanned face crinkled into a broad smile.

“Yes, that’s them. They’ll be participating in the Spring High preliminaries. Oh, Hata-sensai, you must know them through the Koutairen. Do you know this? Their setter is only a freshman, but he was chosen as one of the Best Six for Tokyo middle schools.”

“Heh…Tokyo?”

“Oh, you’re also curious, aren’t you, Subaru-kun? Fukuho should brace itself too. If you keep sitting on your laurels, there might be a huge upset. It’s no good to think that you’ll always be the strongest.”

Huh!?

Ochi shouted in his mind and almost stepped forward. He was stopped by the shadow of Hata’s large body, but he really should have kicked him. If he just thought about it for a minute, he’d realize it was a rude comment to leave as a parting gift at the home base of the Fukuho in question.

From behind Hata, he watched Mimura’s face warily. For a moment, he wondered if he was alright, since his face seemingly hadn’t changed from the cheerful expression he wore when he was dealing with Mizuno.

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll do my best.”

The charm had completely disappeared from his voice. There was nothing original or interesting in his short reply.

“Tanaka-san, shall we go? What’s the matter?”

Mizuno called from outside. The cameraman, oblivious to the fact that he had just ruined the good mood of an important news item for the sports section of the prefectural media with the force of an excavator gouging out the earth, shouted, “Okay, Mizuno-san!”, turned around and ran off.

“…I don’t think he should have done that, Sensei.”

After they left, Ochi vented his discontent. “You should have been blunter,” he said to Mimura in an accusatory tone despite himself. “If it would have been more interesting for us to lose, you wouldn’t have come to interview us.”

Just as he was considering spreading salt to purify the area…

“What’s Tokyo’s Best Six?”

Tokura poked his head out from nowhere.

“Kohei. Concentrate on practice instead of listening to our conversation.”

“It’s an interval. So Mizuno-san’s gone home already?”

While drawing in his head that was poking out, Tokura jerked his chin towards the gym. The BGM of shouts and ball sounds had settled down. If Mimura and Hata didn’t return soon, they wouldn’t be able to practice.

“Seiin, huh…”

Hata muttered as he cleared his throat and gave Ochi a look.

“They seem to be a hot topic among the reporters.”

“It seems like it…”

Still feeling unamused, Ochi nodded and reservedly looked at Mimura. Mimura, who was still silently staring outside, looked at Hata with narrowed eyes. “Seiin…their current captain is Oda. I don’t remember Oda’s team being that good.” He still hadn’t fully returned from his chilly voice.

“That’s right. Until the Inter-High preliminaries, that is…it was only at the Autumn Tournament that they suddenly came out of nowhere. I asked Ochi to prepare the video for me in a hurry, but we could only record parts of it, so to be honest, I still don’t know what happened. That’s what’s so creepy. Their first-years are playing ace and setter. They might come out on top because they have a lot of momentum from that…or they might lose where it doesn’t matter.”

“So in other words, they’re strong?” Tokura impatiently interrupted Hata’s unclear way of speaking. “What’s going on?” The other members of the team, seeing them talking at the doorway, were looking at each other, wondering if they should gather around.

“The Tokyo Best Six is a freshman named Haijima. He used to be a setter on a Tokyo middle school team that once made it to the top four of the Kanto Tournament.” Just top four? Tokura muttered before Hata continued. “Think of Tokyo, Kohei, as having ten times as many teams as Fukui. Some of them are private schools that attract promising players from all over the country. The Kanto Tournament is even greater than that. Even you can imagine how incredible its best four is from a competition rate that is much greater than the five prefectures of Hokushin’etsu.”

“T-ten times, and even greater…?”

“I heard he won the Best Six title in his second year at a tournament in Tokyo. Needless to say, volleyball isn’t a sport that can be played by just one person. But Haijima is one of those players that make you think that he can do it all by himself…he’s a somewhat creepy player.”

Hata said ominously while stroking the stubble on his chin in his usual manner.

“Subaru.”

He called out gently.

“You are a treasure born in Fukui, and I can only be grateful that you didn’t leave the prefecture and stayed here. I’m proud to be put in charge of you.”

With those cheesy words suddenly spoken to him, Mimura, who had been listening while leaning against the door, was taken aback. Ochi could see another weight being added to Mimura’s shoulders. Seeing Tokura’s simplicity as his face shined and his nose twitched even though he wasn’t the one being praised made him feel bitter.

“Haijima is two years below you, but…he’s probably the other genius in Fukui right now.”

***

The decrease in the number of student volleyball players in the prefectures can be said to be more serious for the boys than girls. The number of schools participating in the high school boys’ official tournaments had remained around twenty in recent years, and this number had been decreasing one by one.

If you were in the same school year, you had already made acquaintances with most of the members at the other schools at prefectural tournaments, and since there was a limited number of opponents for practice matches, you could get to know the members from nearby schools quite well.

Fukuho Tech had their school building in the downtown of Fukui, which was also the capital of the prefecture. Nanafu Seiin High School was located in Nanafu City, which was “rural” compared to Fukui. It only took 30-40 minutes to get there by train, but until now, the two schools hadn’t had any deep interaction. Until last year, and even until this year’s Inter-High preliminaries, Seiin was completely outside Fukuho’s mark. Fukuho was seeded first in every tournament, so after the second round, and after the final tournament in tournaments with qualifying group games, Seiin almost never made it through.

——However.

The group of black uniforms moving on the TV screen was a different team from the one in Ochi’s impression.

The receive wasn’t returned to the front of the net, and normally the left ace would have to be given a high set. The setter, Number 8, ran underneath the ball, pushing aside the other players. It looked like he was going to set the ball to the ace, Number 7, who was waiting in the left, but at the moment of the set, Number 8 twisted his body and set the ball back towards the right. The tall middle blocker, Number 2, who had jumped there at some point, spiked the ball fast.

At the end of the game, the opposing team showed perseverance and battled for the ball, and the final point was gained after a rally. He was amazed at Number 8’s bold decision to use a quick attack at this stage. It was not hard to imagine that this had been a painful point for the opposing team, as if they had been hit with a blunt instrument to break the spirit that had held them together. After losing the flow of the game, the receiver did a “campfire” with Number 8’s serve at the end. (1) The service ace pierced the court at the same time the twenty-fifth winning point of Seiin was etched in.

“…Where did a team like this come out from all of a sudden?”

Those words that someone muttered were the feeling shared by everyone in the room.

It was a video of the third round of the Fall Tournament a month ago, a match that Seiin won in straight sets, 2-0. The Fall Tournament, which was usually held at the beginning of August—this year from August 1st to 3rd, was a tournament Fukuho went to with about 70% of its strength. The schedule was tightly connected to Inter-High’s main tournament every year. As Fukuho had just returned from an away game, they couldn’t put in their best effort, and this was only a one-off tournament within the prefecture anyways. What Fukuho had fixed its gaze on next was the National Athletic Meet for some individuals, but their main goal was only Spring High.

Hata paused the video with the remote control from behind the team members, who were spontaneously leaning forward to watch the TV.

“As you all know, Seiin has won all their matches so far, but they won’t go to the semifinals. The school asked to withdraw from the tournament. We were wondering what would happen with Spring High, but their adviswor came to the coaches’ meeting and the lottery on Wednesday.”

Although the video was taken from a distance from the second-floor seats behind the end line, they could see that the team was full of tall players. It was easy to ask, “Where did all this talent suddenly come from?” when there were suddenly so many talented players in three different years at the same time in a school that didn’t have the power to attract strong players. The fact that the average height of the regulars was often directly related to the strength of the team was one of the tough parts of volleyball.

On Saturday morning, thirty minutes earlier than the start of practice, only the main second- and third-year members were gathered in the AV room. The AV room was a classroom with long desks lined up in tiers, and there was a projector screen and large TV installed at the podium in the front of the room. Fukuho’s school building itself was lamentably ancient, but as a strong athletic school, they had invested in some equipment.

Ochi was standing in a corner of the podium, keeping watch over the DVD deck while observing the expressions of each person in the dimmed classroom. Mimura sat alone in the front row, staring at the paused TV screen, accompanied by a 500mL strawberry milk carton again today.

He gave up trying to read anything from Mimura’s expression and looked down at the document in his hand. The white light filtering from the TV illuminated the copy paper. It was the team profile of Seiin as of the Fall Tournament.

“The left wingers are Number 1, Oda, and Number 7, Kuroba. Oda is the captain…163, but Kuroba is a freshman and 184. The right wingers are Number 4, Kanno, a second-year who’s 181. The middle blockers are Number 2 and 10, 193 and 187…”

“Who’s Number 10!?”

They stirred more at Number 10 than at the outstanding height of Number 2.

“Everyone probably knows Number 2, Aoki. This year he’s the vice-captain. Okuma…the second-year Number 10, I’ve never seen him before, Sensei.”

It was as if he had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was hard to believe that a 187cm guy wandering around a tournament venue wouldn’t stand out, which meant he hadn’t been in any tournaments before.

“And Number 8, who scored the winning point with a service ace was the Tokyo Best Six setter, which was mentioned before.”

That service ace—it might be too unfair to call it a mistake by the two players who did the campfire. It was a jump serve with a low trajectory over the net, piercing like a Japanese sword bent backwards. From the receivers’ point of view, it looked like the ball was coming at them with several percent more speed than it actually was.

“In addition to having that jump serve, he’s a tall setter at 181cm. Freshman, Haijima…I don’t know how to read his first name.”

The second-year Kakegawa, who played in the same position, groaned quietly. At 175cm, Kakegawa was plenty big enough to be a setter.

“I’m just wondering this, but…why isn’t that guy here?”

Yanome raised his hand and spoke up. Kakegawa, who was next to him, looked uncomfortable, but it was a natural question that was on everyone’s minds.

“Sensei, don’t you go to the middle school prefecturals every year?”

“That’s true. It’s just that at last year’s prefecturals, Haijima’s team, Monshiro Middle, went from being unmarked to making it all the way to the semifinals.”

Hata answered from the seat in the back overlooking the heads of the team members. From being unmarked to the semifinals—just like Seiin in the Fall Tournament. It wasn’t as though there was any connection, but a faint chill ran across everyone’s faces.

“When I first saw him at the semifinals, I was curious about him too. So I asked a middle school teacher I knew to send me a video of the second round that came before…but I was so confused when I watched it that I didn’t end up contacting the Monshiro coach. To be honest, I didn’t know how to fit this player into the team when Subaru became a third-year. I didn’t think he would go to an unknown school and that a team like this would be completed somewhere else.”

Mimura twitched at the mention of his name and looked back over his shoulder at Hata. Hata, oblivious to his reaction, folded his arms and stroked his chin.

“I’ve always wanted to see what would happen if I put him on the same team as Subaru. It’s a shame he doesn’t have enough experience to be invited to the selection team for this year’s National Athletic Meet.”

“Are you saying that we’re not enough, Sensei!?”

Tokura suddenly stood up and flared up at Hata, his voice raised.

“Are you saying that if Subaru-senpai was on a team with those Seiin guys instead of us, he might get even stronger!? You don’t believe we can go to Nationals, Sensei!? We all joined Fukuho with our own achievements in middle school. It’s not like we’re a bunch of random guys who happened to be in the lineup this year!”

“No, that’s not what I…”

“That’s what they think, isn’t it? The media.”

Mimura’s voice overlapped with Hata’s as he hurriedly tried to rephrase.

Everyone immediately looked at Mimura, not to mention Tokura’s exaggerated reaction. Mimura had turned back to the front, staring at the TV screen again. He rested his chin in his hands and chewed on his straw with the tip of his mouth while speaking in a slightly slurred manner.

“For the past eight years, no one but us have gone to Nationals, so I can’t help but think that if we let someone else go, they’ll just go all the way to the top and win.”

“Subaru-senpai…!?”

Tokura was stunned. The other guys were also looking at each other like they wanted to say something. The conversation had taken a strange turn…Unable to just watch, Ochi tried to smooth things over from the podium by saying, “Well, sit down, Tokura.”

“There’s a backstory to this. The day before yesterday, the TV station guy said something worthless to Subaru and left.”

With an unconvinced look on his face, Tokura sat down with a thump.

“Sorry, sorry. This is my fault.”

Hata forced his thick voice to become brighter and banged on the desk twice, as though he was trying to lift the heavy atmosphere that had sank down from the ceiling.

“We’re going to keep an eye on them, but don’t be alarmed any more than you have to be. It’s the same as against other teams. Of course we’re going to go to Spring High again this year, in accordance with our tradition, and we’ll make every effort to achieve that. We’ll start practice at nine. The second-years will help the first-years put up the net.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kakegawa and Yanome urged Tokura to stand up. As Tokura reluctantly left his seat, he threw a tearful gaze towards Mimura’s back.

Tokura must have wanted Mimura to back him up on his words. Mimura, however, kept his face turned to the TV as if he was there in body, but not in spirit. He didn’t even seem to notice that he was chewing the end of his straw to a pulp.

It was impossible for Mimura to create such an atmosphere under normal circumstances. He knew that he wouldn’t really care, but he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the thought that the cameraman’s insensitive parting gift would have created an unwanted scratch within Mimura.

The TV’s white light was shining on Mimura’s face as he took up position right in front of it. He was exhausted, his chin resting in his hands, but he was hunched forward as though absorbed by the video.

The video was paused, showing the Seiin team gathered in the center of the court, celebrating their victory. Number 8, Haijima, who scored the service ace, was behind the others and about to walk from the service zone to the court. The number “8,” dyed into the back of his uniform, was displayed in the foreground of the screen, as though to show something to Mimura.

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"They’re prolly going to end up marrying each other"

You and Ushiwaka have been friends ever since you were kids and you both are volleyball players as well. This year, you are a new admission in Shiratorizawa so,,,Ushijima shows you around. Much to the team’s suprise you both seem much more than friends but it's a pity that the only people oblivious to that fact is you two.

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Soft Ushiwaka, lolol

"A Girl? You can't be serious!" The whole volleyball team of Shiratorizawa couldn't believe what they just heard.

"Guys, I'm not kidding. A REAL GIRL, REAL CUTE, WAS WALKING AROUND THE CAMPUS WITH USHIJIMA-SAN AND THAT'S NOT ALL. When I was in the cafeteria I SAW HER LEANING ON USHIJIMA' S SHOULDER, AND SHE SEEMED ASLEEP(?) WHILE HE CONTINUED EATING HIS FOOD LIKE IT WAS NOTHING" continues the still shocked Goshiki ''Decent in studies, one of the top volleyball aces in the nation and now a girlfriend, is there anything he can't do?!!'' He mumbles to himself.

When Goshiki told the whole team that Ushijima was roaming around the campus with a girl, it was only natural for the team to be in utter shock, considering the type of reserved guy Ushijima usually is. Even Tendou was unaware about your existence, but the way Goshiki was describing you both made it seem that you both relatively affectionate.

The sound of the gym door opening silenced the current discussion and that's when the whole team Ushijima entering with a girl on his side through the gym doors together.

"Wakatoshi, When you told me it'll only be a small walk around campus, YOU SHOULD'VE MENTIONED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GIVE ME THE WHOLE TOUR OF YOUR GINORMOUS SCHOOL WHICH I CAN ONLY PRESUME WOULD COVER AN ENTIRE DISTRICT" You complained while facing him and walking backwards on your toes trying to put on the most intimidating face you could to show how seriously frusfrated you were.

"I once again apologize, Y/N, I should've asked you to skip your before-school training for the day. I will surely make up for it later, perhaps...a little detour to the ice-cream shop after school might help?" He offered

"It might" you pouted.

The whole team was stunned watching this scene play in front of their own very eyes. The stoic captain of Shiratorizawa, One of the top 3 aces of the country, was being told off by a girl half a foot smaller than him AND HE WAS ACTUALLY APOLOGIZING? Also not to forget...both of you were also on first name basis? Nothing made sense anymore. After a small pause Tendou was the first to break the silence.

"Oya oya, now lookie at what do we have here? Wakatoshi-kun~ You know it would be real rude of you to not introduce your friend to us, right?"

"Oh but of course, I would like all of you to meet L/N Y/N, she is actually going to join our school through sports scholarship for volleyball itself. She is also my neighbour from back home and the closest thing to a best friend I had, ever since when I was a child" Ushijima replies to which Tendou reacts with an "ouch" and an over exaggerated act of heartbreak with his hand on his chest at the fact that Ushiwaka never openly admited Tendou to be his best friend like this.

To which you laugh "You must be Tendou, right? ‘The Miracle Boy!’ if i remeber correctly" YOU smile "Wakatoshi actually talks a lot about his team and especially you! So don't worry, if we’re talking about how close we are to the spiker boy over here, we're probably at the same level, he just won’t admit it" to which Tendou replies "You know what, I think I kinda ike you, new girl. You’re gonna fit in just fine" to which you flash a cheeky smile and a thumb up what a dork.

Your conversation was cut short when Coach Washijo enters the gym and everyone in the team as well as you gave a respectable bow and an energetic ‘Good Afternoon’ and after acknowledging the greetings the old coach finally notices you.

‘‘Ah yes, you must be Y/N-chan. I've heard great things about you from Wakatoshi-kun, I'm glad that you joined the academy. I look forward to see your performance in the Girl's Team.‘‘

"I am very grateful for the opportunity, Coach" You say while giving a sincere bow.

"Although...the girls team are out for a practice match against Aoba Johsai's Girls Team, so you can practice with the boys today." Then he looks away to face the team "I have to attend a staff meeting today so the team managers will conduct today's practice and write a thorough report. So whomever is found slack off during the practice will recieve extra laps and 200 jump serves as penalty tomorrow morning. As for the match Y/N-chan and Wakatoshi-kun you both can divide the teams as per convenience, that is all for today".

They team was surprised to say the least. Coach never let anyone play against Ushiwaka unless he knew the other person could atleast withstand the power of Ushiwaka's Spike so it wouldn't cause any unintentional injury and from the looks of it you didn't seem to be very immune to that fact since you weren't exactly very muscular or buff. You were even somewhat tiny when compared to the rest of the team and yet Coach Washijo was confident enough to put you against Ushiwaka himself.

You got paired up with Tendou, Semi, Taichi, Goshiki and a few others when you divided teams amongst the players present.

"So Y/N-chan~ What position do you play exactly?" Tendou asked.

"Oh I didn’t tell you guys yet? I’m a Wing Spiker" You reply.

"Oh Really?! Little miss Y/N here spikes?" Tendou teases while making all sorts of gestures indicating how small compared to him you were.

"Cut it out, you idiot" Semi interjected with a slight smack to his head.

"If Ushijima-san has a good opinion about Y/N-san's ability, I wouldn’t doubt her considering how rarely he acknowledges another player’s skills" says Goshiki while internally thinking why can’t he ever get Ushiwaka's approval too.

"Wanna bet who scores the most points, Guess Monster?" You challenge Tendou with an smirk on your face.

"Oh my! Little miss Y/N is so daring~You got yourself a deal!" Tendou said excitedly.

The refree’s whistle blew and the match began. Ushiwaka’s team started with a serve which was recieved by your team and the ball was in the air. Semi recieved the ball and tossed it in the air as a set, but that set turned out to be sloppy because when he and the team were supposed to do warm ups and stretching, they were instead busy talking about you and Ushiwaka. The ball was set a little too high and far away for Tendou to hit and Goshiki was positioned in the back, so everyone expected it to be a lost cause and didn’t run after it, the other team relaxed as well. But then an unexpected tiny figure rushed between Semi and Tendou and jumped almost more than half their height and spiked the ball hard into Ushiwaka’s court, while everyone was still processing what just happened in what just felt like a split second. The refree’s whistle rang, evident of the point you just scored.

" Getting sloppy are we now, Miracle Boy?" You teased to which Tendou replied with his sticking his tongue out ‘’I’m just getting started, don’t get cocky’’ and when no one was noticing a small smile crept up on Ushiwaka’s face while the rest of them were plain frozen in their places still processing how were you able to perfect a shot with a set like that. The set was obviously bad and the chances of hitting it was very low but somehow you managed to fix your placement, jump about 3 feet high and spike the ball with crazy accuracy and with power what can only be assumed second to Ushiwaka himself!! All in just a split second.

During the match, you hit a lot of spikes and so did Tendou but the gap between the number of his spikes and yours just kept getting wider while the score of your team and Ushiwaka’s team was almost tied most of the time, no one had the clear lead the whole match, and no one was ready to back down from the other.

At set point, when you were positioned in the back it was your time to serve and you managed to serve a decent ball which almost scored another point if it wasn’t for their libero’s last minute recieve. The libero passed the ball to their setter, Shirabu who set the ball for Ushiwaka who then spiked the ball aimed at the corner of your court but before the ball hit the ground you whooshed in the last minute and managed to recieve the ball perfectly and then Semi and Tendou were able to score the last point which made your team win the practice match. When the refree whistle indicating your win, all your team mates started walking towards the benches, the managers started passing towels and water bottles but you on the other hand, started to walk towards Ushijima furiously.

‘‘That last shot. You intentionally hit the last spike slow and nearer to me so I can recieve it easily, didn’t you?!‘‘ You spat while slightly panting

‘‘You caught up on that?‘‘ Ushijima said while looking slightly sideways in order to avoid eye contact.

‘‘Why would you do that anyways, you don’t think I’m capable enough to take you head-on big guy?‘‘ You were furious. You might not be as tall and as poised as Ushijima but you weren’t bad either, you practiced a lot to perfect your techniques and when Ushijima deliberately was lazying his game, ofcourse that would make you mad.

Watching this a million thoughts came to the team’s head

Goshiki: This was a SLOWED shot?And that was an EASY recieve? Can they just adopt me already-

Semi: How did she recieve that ball that easily and wait- how would she know, if this was slowed and not a regular shot, how close are they exactly?

Shirabu: Even a spike like that has like a 95% success rate and she’s still not happy?She’s crazy,,,but in a good way I suppose?

Tendou: It’s like watching a little puppy trying to intimidate a Wolf and I bet she doesn’t even realizes it, how cute~

‘‘There’s no point of playing if you keep giving me half-assed shots like that, If you don’t want to practice with me anymore, just say it and I’ll go‘‘

‘‘No no Y/N, you’re getting me all wrong, please give me a chance to explain” Ushijima had genuine worry in his eyes when he said this he had a slight change of pitch in his voice ‘‘It’s true I intentionally slowed down the last spike but that wasn’t because I doubt you, It was because I know you like to give it your all, even in a practice games but the game wasn’t fair in the first place. You had gone through your morning training, then you had to attend school and then a whole tour of the campus, So it was obvious that you were already tired even if you weren’t showing it, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but notice it when you runs were slower, spikes were less accurate than usual and I just couldn’t bear to see it anymore so I thought that it would help to finish the game early‘‘

It was true, you were already exhausted after all you went through during the day but it never showed on your face and the team didn’t realised it either, Still a phrase resounded in their heads ‘runs were slower and the spikes were less accurate than usual’ What kind of a monster was hidden inside your tiny frame?!

‘‘Listen Wakatoshi, I appreciate your concern but I don’t liked to be babied around like that, You can be upfront about it and I would’ve been mature about it‘‘ you said.

‘‘Then it’s my mistake I assumed you would just chase after me trying to beat me up‘‘ Ushiwaka replied genuinly thinking he was wrong.

‘‘DAMN RIGHT I WOULD HAVE, NEVER DOUBT ME EVER AGAIN OR IT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU DO USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI‘‘ You screamed out to which Ushijima replied with an instant ‘’Yes ma’am‘’

‘‘Now that we have sorted that out, after a change of clothes let’s go out and eat some Hayashi Rice‘‘ You spoke to which Ushiwaka replied ‘’Certainly’’.

After the practice you changed into a normal t-shirt and shorts and after reaching the bench just outside the gym you realised that you changed faster than Ushijima, so you decided to sit and wait for him. While you were waiting you felt your calf muscles aching after the whole day of running and jumping,,,and since you already had the disadvantage of being smaller than the rest of the guys you were playing with, you had to run and jump extra.

Ushijima and the rest of the team came out after changing and were walking in your direction at a distance, and while the rest of the team were talking amongst themselves he from afar saw you slightly massaging your sore calfs, he already knew that you today would’ve been a toll on you body.

‘‘Ready to go?‘‘ You ask when Ushijima finally reached you, to which he gave a nod and then he picked up your bag and hung it over his chest to which you said

‘‘Wait what are you doin-’’

‘‘I noticed you still seem to be tired and I still feel guilty about the tour, so it’s the least I can do’’

"Is that so?" You said with a childish look and a cheeky smile on your face ‘"Then you can’t expect me to walk all the way over till we reach the restaurant' you gave him your puppy eyes look and without another word he got on one knee while you walked and stood over him with a stupid "yay" and then wrapped your arms around his neck while nuzzling your face into his broad shoulders with a stupid smile while he got a hold of your legs and finally stood up.

The whole team were frozen at their spots internally cursing both of you on either how single you both made them feel or how oblivious can you be. He then looked towards Tendou and spoke "Tendou, I’ll be a little late than usual, so you can lock the dorm room door if you decide to sleep early, I have my spare key along with me" to which Tendou just said "Oh okay" strangely being less talkative than usual.

After that Ushiwaka just started walking towards the restaurant with you Piggybacking on him like it was nothing while the discussion amongst the team about you two continued.

"They DO realise that THAT is not how people who are 'just friends' act, right?" Goshiki says still shocked.

‘‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that‘‘ Shirabu replied.

‘‘It’s so scary how oblivios Ushijima usually is but in matters like this he couldn’t get any dumber‘‘ Semi continues.

‘‘Who wants to bet against me that they won’t end up together?‘‘ Tendou speaks up with one of his arm in the air and one eye closed while the other looked around to see the people around him.

"Are you kidding, who’s stupid enough to take you up on that bet" Semi replies "Weren’t you here the whole practice? They’re prolly going to end up marrying each other’’.

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rhenuvee · 4 years

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So Bloody Clueless [George Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fake dating things :P

Warnings: swearing :0

*I realized I’m an idiot for not doing this sooner so tell me if you’d like to be tagged in my future fics. I write for 3 fandoms so please specify which one!*

P.S: If I see another HP promotion in Spanish or any other language I will yeet your comment out the door :) I warned u bots.

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“You want me to what?” you asked for the fifth time.

“You heard me, I want you and George to pretend to be girlfriend and boyfriend.” said Fred with just as much enthusiasm as the previous four times.

This was unfortunate. You and the twins have been friends since you sat together on the train in your first year. Over time you started developing feelings for the younger twin. It was weird now that you think about it, but you couldn’t deny it. You don’t get butterflies when you see Fred.

“And why should I let myself be an advertisement?” you asked sarcastically. Fred sighed dramatically as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Becaaaause our lucky guy Georgie here has a chance with Angelina,” he explained. “Besides, if he blows this, he’ll be a poor single soul forever.”

You suddenly felt a little down hearing those words. You never knew that George and Angelina were becoming a thing. You wanted to yell out, “No Fred, he wouldn’t be a poor single soul because I like him.” Oh, but the embarrassment you’d face if George ends up only liking you as a friend.

But you thought again, this would be the closest thing to having a relationship with George, if he ended up catching up Angelina’s attention. Of course he would! He’s George Weasley!

“O-okay fine- but just for today!” you managed to get out.

“Great, Angelina told me she and Alicia and Katie would be in Honeydukes.” said Fred.

“They went to Honeydukes without me?! Those-”

“You can argue later! Now go and be in love!” said Fred cheerfully and shooing you two off.

“But I-”

“GO!”

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It was awkward. You felt stiff and sweaty. Your hands felt clammy when George suggested to hold hands to look more ‘couple-like.’ But boy you just looked like weirdos. Did George notice your clammy hands? Probably.

All of a sudden he stopped walking. You turned your gaze to his direction and realized he was staring at Zonko’s joke shop. He had a big smile on his face, and it didn’t stop when he turned to look at you. You in turn was taken aback from seeing his handsome smile and tried to look in other directions, trying to play it off.

“C’mon (y/n), let’s go!” he shouted while pulling you into the store with excitement.

“Whoa George slow down!” you shouted back.

It wasn’t your first time at Zonko’s, you’ve been there before to accompany the twins. The store was just as colourful and lively as you remembered. You felt glad seeing George all jumpy in his favourite store as he scanned the products even if he’s seen them a thousand times.

You decided to look at what they had on your side of the shelves. Frog spawn soap? You smiled imagining Fred’s scaredy-cat face, wouldn’t that be a way to get back at him?

George noticed you were staring at the product and went to your side to see what was up.

“Ah frog spawn soap, and who might this be for?” he asked bending down to your height.

“Your twin.” you replied.

“Oh- well in that case, we might as well take their whole stock!” said George triumphantly. You giggled at his grand gesture.

“I’ll pay for it.” he said about to take the product.

“No way.” you said quickly stopping his hand.

“Why not?” asked George genuinely confused. You bit your lip.

“It’s nice of you...” you admitted quietly. “but we’ve already got two amazing pranksters in Hogwarts.” George smiled cheekily knowing one of them was him. You were glad your response worked as a compliment and a good reason for him not to buy it.

“I mean, if you say so.” said George flicking his hair in an exaggerated way. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t get cocky.” you said shoving him lightly as you both walked out of the shop.

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It was great, it was good that going to Zonko’s was able to loosen you two up. He would wrap his long arm around your shoulder or waist. You would hold onto and lean on his arm while walking. Both of you would make silly faces and joke around at who knows what. But even this had to come to an end.

You could see Honeydukes in the distance. Your eyes went droopy and you felt down remembering that this was just an act. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous of Angelina- but at the same time who wouldn’t? She was pretty, smart, on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and got along with George just as well. The whole package.

“Are you okay, love?” George asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You froze at the term of endearment he’d call you since you’d been friends. You can’t help but think there’s a hint of romance in the nickname. You took a deep breath.

“Yeah I’m good, Georgie.” you said smiling up at him. He frowned knowing that wasn’t it. He wanted to press into it and ask you but you had already reached Honeydukes.

“Wait.” said George abruptly while stopping you by grabbing your wrist.

“We need names.” he said. You cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Names?”

“Yes, we need a unique name so we seem like a more believable couple.” he explained. You nodded you head.

“Okay, what do you suggest?” you asked while trying to thinking of some yourself.

“How about darling? Nice and simple.” he said. You blushed at the thought of George calling you darling. But you quickly thought of a response yourself.

“That’s too generic.” you said.

“Generic? You have a go then.” he ushered.

“How about sweetheart?” you asked.

“Sweetheart is just as generic, sweetheart.” he teased. You rolled your eyes.”

“Sugar, sweetiepie, cupcake- that’s three, ha!” said George who seemed very proud of his three word answer.

“Oh please everyone in Puddifoot’s probably uses that on a daily basis.” you retorted. George was at first hurt but he laughed at you witty response.

“Gumdrop? Honeybun? Pumpkin?” you said in a tone as if it was the obvious choices.

“Hold on, do I look like a honeybun to you? And those are just as bad!” he said laughing halfway through his sentence. You guffawed and held your stomach imagining George as a honeybun.

Soon, name suggestions became utter randomness. You and George were yelling out random foods, not caring at this point. Yup, you were like two complete drunks.

“Waffles!”

“Fried rice!”

Meanwhile in Honeydukes, it wasn’t long before the girls saw you and George clowning around outside the store.

“Are they okay...?” asked Katie tapping the other two to direct their attention to you. They made disgusted and confused faces.

“Um...”

“Maybe we should go and see what’s up.” said Angelina turning to lead the girls to pay for their sweets,

“I hope they aren’t arguing or anything like that..” said Alicia with a small hint of worry.

“TOMATO SOUP!”

“FISH FILLET!”

You both could be called maniacs and get away with it. George and you were laughing so much you had to hunch and lean on each other for support. What was going on...

After fish fillet, you started to calm down. Both of you tried catching your breaths, but still with wide grins on your faces. All you could hear was the sound of George’s breathing.

How weird it felt, how weird and giddy your heart felt looking at him in such a state where he appeared genuinely happy. How weird it was that you two unconsciously seemed to walk slightly closer to each other.

George took one last breath before bringing his arms around you. He looked at Honeydukes and quickly went back to you.

“You know what, fuck it-”

And with that he didn’t hesitate to lean in and smash his lips against yours. His lips felt warm, his arms holding you around your waist felt so loving. You looped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You could feel him smile a little, still from your stupid food argument you were laughing at a few seconds ago.

“What in the fish fil- what the fuck is going on?!” shouted a voice from behind. You and George jumped and immediately pulled away from each other, a bit embarrassed that you were caught snogging. It was Fred.

“George, (y/n), what are you doing?” asked Fred with a concerned expression. Both your hearts were beating fast, it was weird seeing Fred so serious. After a few moments which seemed like forever just standing there, Fred broke the silence.

“Okay, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m kidding.” he said with his arms up in surrender and a smile forming. What? You and George looked at each other really confused. Suddenly the three girls came out cheering nonsense for you and George.

“Woohoo!”

“We did it!”

“Yeah get some you two!”

“Hey- ALICIA!” you yelled as you heard her since she was the second phrase. She giggled at your reaction.

“What’s going on?” asked George looking at the four of them.

“You see dear brother, we have set up a scenario where you and (y/n) could go on a date.” explained Fred.

“But why wou-”

“Because you both are SO BLOODY CLUELESS!” they all shouted at the same time. You and George were taken aback. Everyone in Hogsmeade probably heard them.

“Let’s leave them be, but I better not see you snogging when you come back.” said Fred pointing a finger. And with that, Fred and the girls headed back to the castle, leaving you and George alone again.

“Well, I won’t wait any longer, (y/n) would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked. You decided to tease him a bit.

“Hm, I don’t know my tomato soup...” you said trying not to laugh.

“Well we did snog, my fish fillet.” he said doing the same. You almost chocked. Then you both leaned in and locked lips for a brief moment, until George pulled away to say something.

“Okay, this is getting weird, why don’t we just stick to love and darling?” he asked chuckling. You giggled.

“Yeah that sounds good... and of course I’d love to be your girlfriend Georgie.” you cooed. He smiled at your words, it made him go fuzzy inside.

“Let’s head back then, darling.” he said taking your hand.

“Wait-” you said running.

“Love where are you going?” he shouted.

“I hate your brother and the girls setting us up like this, and I hear there is a frog spawn soap just dying to be bought at Zonko’s- so let’s go!”

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fred weasley #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter #fred and george #george weasley fluff #george weasley oneshot #george weasley fic #weasley twins

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that-wimpy-cowboy-doll · 3 years

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Dialogue prompt: Shieldshock (duh) and "You weren't supposed to see/hear that" (whichever version speaks to the muse more)

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Whoo baby this is late but I went with “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Hope you enjoy, bb. Regrettably the overtly sexy stuff is only mentioned

Darcy did her best to stifle the flush burning its way up her neck, diverting her eyes from Steve Rogers marching his handsome heroic ass into the latest Stark Industries company party.

“He wasn’t even supposed to be here,” Darcy hissed, and brought her glass of champagne up to her lips, draining it. “The last time I saw him, he said he wasn’t coming…”

But there he was, in all his tall glass of Captain glory. Not unnoticed by many of Darcy’s coworkers, men and women alike, who weren’t even trying to hide the lust in their eyes as he made his way through the glass doors from the hallway into the event space.

Not that Darcy could blame them. He looked damn good in a suit. Looked damn good out of one, too, the last time she’d shoved his dress slacks down his thighs on her couch so she could take him in her mouth, make him lose control with his huge sexy hands in her hair and her name hoarse in his throat.

That was beside the point, though. The point of avoiding her famous fuck buddy in public was, well, 1) to protect his Super Duper Hero Complex by preventing her from being used against him by supervillains, 2) to keep the fuck buddy dynamic on a professional, non-work-involved basis, and 3) perhaps most importantly, to keep either of them from catching dreaded fuck buddy feelings. Any kind of public interaction lent toward making them feel obligated to each other, and that was something Darcy’d proclaimed absolutely not happening when they’d agreed to this. No strings attached sex was fun, as long as they kept their passions strictly below the belt.

“I mean,” Jane started, as she always did, to remind her best friend of how stupid she thought the whole arrangement was, “it’s not like you’ll burst into flames if he says hello to you in front of other people. That’s kind of...acting like a human being? The last time I checked?”

If it was possible, Darcy blushed harder, not watching him be accosted by Tony near the bar. “I don’t know, it’s possible I might spontaneously combust if he even fucking smiles at me in public...when we’re alone I can do whatever the fuck I want, but here…”

“You’re a whole-ass baby, you know that?” Jane deadpanned, hunting for the cherry at the bottom of her drink with the tip of her straw. “Just be casual. Like you are for the debriefing meetings.”

This was different, Darcy wanted to huff, knowing that she would sound like a whole-ass baby if she did. Being casual with the person she rang for casual sex in their workplace, in the moment, was one thing. They were still technically at work, sure, but this was a party - she was supposed to enjoy herself.

It was hard to enjoy herself in the same room as Steve Rogers without his lips on some part of her.

“I have...a problem,” she admitted slowly, her champagne glass far too empty for her liking. Jane, meanwhile, wore an expression somewhere between unsurprised and unimpressed. “I think I want to be exclusive.”

“Are you not already?” The incredulity in her best friend’s voice was clear, but Jane propped a hand on her hip anyway to add to the effect. “I haven’t heard about any of your Tinder escapades lately, and from what Thor’s told me, Steve doesn’t really have his eye on anyone else…”

“Just because we haven’t been fucking anyone else doesn’t mean he wants to be with me, too.” He was closer now, shaking hands with some fundraiser coordinator Tony had invited; God, every bone in Steve’s body seemed more warm and genuine than the last. “If I talk to him in public I’m going to want to kiss him in public, and that...crosses a line I don’t know that he’s cool with.”

“There’s this magnificent thing I’ve read about,” Jane said, her PhD voice in full effect, “called having a fucking conversation, Darcy. I love you with my whole entire heart, don’t get me wrong, but I think if you just talked to him...you wouldn’t be on the fence with all this anxiety.”

That was easy for Jane to say. The best sex of her life had wanted her pretty much the moment he’d laid eyes on her, had done his best to make up for his absences in the time they were able to spend together, and Jane’s heart, though preceded always by her big, sexy brain, lived on her sleeve. She and Thor sorted things out without much fuss.

Darcy had known she was several leagues below Steve when they met, and had made an idiot out of herself walking directly into his giant rock-hard chest with an entire tray of coffee that splattered on his Very American uniform. God only knew why he’d agreed to be her bang buddy a month or so later, but she had a distinct feeling it had more to do with what lay on top of her chest rather than the dumb dorky heart that beat under it.

He was making rounds, coming closer, so she changed the subject quickly, Jane performing her mightiest eye-roll while Darcy rattled off something inane about some singer who’d donated to the literacy foundation Tony and Pepper were heading.

“I heard Pepper wants to get Lady Gaga to perform at the ribbon-cutting,” Jane added helpfully, glancing into her emptied glass. “Sounds pretty cool.”

“She was the one who got Weezer for tonight.”

Darcy’s heart stammered in her chest at the voice that had contributed that delightful tidbit of conversation, and the tall, muscular, suited body that accompanied it. Steve’s smile glinted from under his perfectly trimmed beard, the velvet blue of his jacket and pants doing absolutely nothing for the growing whirlpool of want in Darcy’s stomach. Christ almighty.

“Was she?” Jane prompted, looking, to her best friend’s dismay, like a cat with a mouthful of canary. “Darcy loves Weezer, you know.”

Was this it? Was she dead? Had the gala all been some elaborate ruse planned by Stark Industries to murder her fucking dead on the spot in front of the hottest man she’d ever met?

If this was it, Darcy mused, at least she looked really fucking good.

“I didn’t know that,” Steve said, and now he was making eye contact with her, that knowing smile on his lips that could only be held by someone in his exact position.

“They were actually my first concert.” She swallowed, her throat dry. “Right after ‘Pork and Beans’ came out. I was in college and I wore...way too much eyeliner, but in fairness I think I was in the majority there.”

Jesus Christ, stop fucking talking.

Jane smirked at the empty champagne flute in her hand. “Here, I’m out, too, let me get you another one.”

Against her better judgment, Darcy surrendered the glass with only a furtive version of the eye-daggers she wanted to send her best friend. Jane sent her a sly wink before tailing it toward the bar.

“Weezer.” She swallowed again, doing her best not to notice the way his tongue dashed out across his lower lip, his eyes boring down into hers through those stupid long eyelashes. “When do they come on?”

“You haven’t been seeing anyone else.” It wasn’t a question, he was smiling a stupid cocky half-smile that she thought stupidly would look much better between her thighs. “What was it Jane said…’no Tinder escapades’ - was that it?”

It felt like the blood had drained from her body. “You...weren’t supposed to hear that.”

He stuck his huge hands in his pockets, gathering himself up to his fullest height. Fuck, he was so big. She couldn’t get enough of it. “Well...you’re both right about something. I’m not seeing anyone else either, and kissing in public could definitely cross a line.”

Great. If the mortification wasn’t enough, now her heart felt like it had dropped into her stomach. “Yeah?”

He stepped forward, his hand sliding to her favorite place, the small of her back with his pinkie just brushing into her ass. When they were alone, this always felt like him laying his claim, showing her where she belonged, where he belonged. But they weren’t alone. Not even close.

“Yeah,” he murmured, dropping his lips to hers, slotting their mouths together. Her eyes flew shut of their own accord, melting into him, the smell of his pine soap and fresh linens filling her nose. Steve kissed like he fucked, like he did anything: full of passion, vigor, life.

For a moment, Darcy forgot they were in the middle of a gala, lost in his warm body pressing up against her, but when she brought her hands to his collar he pulled away slowly, releasing her bottom lip from between his teeth with a sly smile.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” he whispered, his nose still halfway touching hers, “you wanna dance to some Weezer with me, Darcy?”

She closed her eyes again, a tiny laugh escaping her in a short breath. “Yeah, I’ll dance to some Weezer.”

#darcy lewis #steve rogers #shieldshock

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pur-pled-aw-thor · 3 years

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I'm Smarter

Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Remus are not in best of terms. Trying to outsmart each other or just annoy the hell out of them. But one sudden turn of events made them realize each other's importance to their lives.

A/n: they're in 5th year and Gryffindor btw🧙‍♀️ sorry if you ain't in Gryffindor, same hun.

Wc: 7.9k (biiish i-)

Warnings: slooo-hohoho-w burn, harassment, mention of a loved one passing away, not proofread properly, fluffy fluuuuff.

Y/n is walking towards the Great Hall for lunch with her friends: Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Alice Fortescue.

They became great friends since they were always assigned in the same room every year. They spent the mornings helping each other out with their hair and the whole night talking about boys and what happened around Hogwarts.

But boys are Marlene's specialty, that's why she kept giving Y/n and Lily options with whom they are cute to be paired with.

Even though there is magic with Marlene's skills, Y/n will still reject them. Y/n is very pretty, well, gorgeous actually. (A/n if you say you ain't, imma keep reminding you, you are gorgeous.)

She has (Y/h/c) and (Y/e/c) that makes the boys stare at her all day. Her wonderful curves and height added up with her looks.

But what attracts them the most, is her smarts and attitude. She wasn't a badass, but she's very nice and protective of the people she cares about. Her smarts made her stood out because she is also intelligent and that amazed the other students.

But there is a boy that can outsmart her by a small percentage especially with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Oi Y/l/n! Stop placing your arm over Lily dear! She's mine!" "Stop yelling at people when they touch Evans, Potter. Girls are not yellin' when you touch Black!" She exclaimed causing numerous people to laugh at Potter.

"You shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber." She heard one of them said causing them to laugh. She glared at the boy behind the book, she shoved the book down causing a few goblets to shake.

"What did you say, Lupin?" "I said 'you shouldn't yell, it makes you dumber.'" He said raising his head and their face is close enough that it caused tension between the two. Arms grabbed them both away from each other.

"You know you shouldn't be giving attention to Lupin. It'll only cause you trouble!" Lily exclaimed making Y/n sit down and eat lunch.

"You know you shouldn't be that cocky when you talk to her. It makes her feel like she deserves the attention." James whispered and Remus just read the book again.

Y/n looked over Remus and he was reading the stupid book again. She rolled her eyes and continued eating her lunch.

Remus moved his book a bit taking a glimpse of Y/n chatting with the girls. He furrowed his eyebrows and continued reading the book.

A few weeks after the incident, Y/n and Remus are still against each other and would continue to make the other feel dumber.

Insults are thrown here and there. Debates would occur out of nowhere causing numerous people to stop whatever they are doing. And fights rarely happen, but if it would, it would mean for their friends to take them to each side of the castle to stop it from happening.

"Valentine's day is happening next week. Any plans?" Marlene asked the girls and Y/n slid on her chair and hid her face with the book.

She doesn't hate the holiday. She just hates the way people celebrate it. Kissing, hugging, pink papers, confetti, gifts, and even the chocolates are shaped into hearts and placed inside a heart-shaped box.

She just doesn't get it.

She's not bitter, tons of boys would give her gifts and letters. But the only reason she accepts it is because of the chocolates. The normal ones though. Her admirers learned that when she gave Lily the heart-shaped chocolate, she received from a Hufflepuff.

They're staying at the library, trying to finish their homework for Potions. It started productively, but when Y/n and Lily finished, Marlene and Alice placed it aside and they'll just copy it later, hence the sudden topic of the said Holiday.

"Frank and I will be in Hogsmeade the whole afternoon," Alice stated and Marlene nodded, she then talked about how one of her suitors would take her to Hogsmeade too but they'll be there first thing in the morning.

With the two Gryffindor girls having a date, Y/n and Lily would be spending the whole day together in the Library or Common Room.

But she was wrong.

One of her suitors miraculously made Lily go with him on a date. When she said this, Y/n immediately felt left out. Well, why wouldn't she? All of her friends got a date and she doesn't. Even though she has a ton of boys at her doorstep, waiting for her to let one of them in.

"I'll be staying in the Common Room then. Waiting for you three while boys will start flooding me with gifts." She said not sitting up straight to face her friends, but she can feel the sympathetic looks from them.

"Why can't you just say 'yes' to one of them? Maybe just maybe, they'll be your soulmate." Alice stated causing Y/n to sigh.

"It's because they're a bunch of boys and I know the difference between a boy and a man." She said remembering what her father said to her.

"Remember Y/n, a boy makes promises and they never fulfill it, but a man will prove anything without even promising about it."

"And a man will treat you differently than a boy would. So, pick a man, not a boy. Don't waste love for a guy who wastes their saliva with phrases like 'I promise you.' 'I promise, it won't happen again.' and such."

Her father's word echoed in her head and she smiled because he taught her to be careful with whom she lets in her life.

They went to the Great Hall for dinner and Y/n noticed the silence at the other side of the table.

Normally, four unruly boys would be making a ruckus, but tonight it was very quiet. She looked at the four boys and the three talked quietly while one was submerged in a book.

'Why would they leave Lupin out of the talk?' she thought but then realized, she doesn't care.

Same with Remus, he doesn't care what the three are talking about. He knows they'll just make him go on a date with one of the girls that like him.

"You know, Remus. Going out to a date is good for you." James said trying to convince the sandy-haired boy.

He knows when they start to use First name basis, it’s either serious or very personal.

And he knows this isn’t a serious matter.

"Oh really? Why is that?" "Because you can relax and enjoy your time here at Hogwarts," Sirius said stealing Remus' book and holding it up.

"Give it back, Sirius!" He exclaimed causing a few students to look at them. Sirius stood up and still held it high, he knows he'll be able to reach the book because Remus was just an inch shorter than him.

So, what he did is he ran towards the girls and made Y/n hold on to it. "PLEASE TAKE IT!" Sirius exclaimed and Y/n took it, she is very oblivious to what is happening so she just took it and flipped through it.

"Sirius giv-" Remus reached the girls' side and he looked at Y/n, she looked at the book and realized it was Lupin's.

"DON'T GIVE IT BACK UNLESS REMUS GETS A DATE WITH SOMEONE!" James yelled and it caused the other girls to facepalm because he forgot they weren't the only ones there.

"No, she'll give it back. Won't you, Y/n?" Remus asked, reaching his hand out to take the book and Y/n looked at Black to Potter and Lily.

She sighed and stood up, placing the book inside her bag, and smiled at the people who were looking at her.

"Go get that date, Remus, then I'll give back your book." She said walking off and patted James on the back softly.

Her walk back towards the Common Room was very chaotic.

Well in her head at least.

'Why didn't you give it back?!' 'You wanker! Do you know what you just did?!' 'Were you proud of yourself? Because I'm not!' When she reached the common room, she immediately headed towards her room and that’s when she dropped her bag and laid face down on her bed.

She didn’t care if she couldn’t breathe properly, or her bag was a mess on the floor, what she cares about now is that she’s screwed.

Big time.

The next morning, she heard people talking outside their dorm. She looked around the room and saw that the girls are still asleep. It was Saturday and, normally, they slept in, but the commotion outside made it hard to sleep.

“What are they doing outside our door?” Lily asked groggily trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes. “I don’t know. I’m going to take a look.” Y/n said standing up from her bed and wearing her slippers.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you lot doing outside our door?!” She exclaimed causing people to squeal and walk away. But a few people pointed behind her and she saw an envelope taped up on the door and chocolates on the side of the frame.

“Students saw it earlier but no one saw who gave it.” One student said before leaving the scene.

Lily stood behind her and removed the letter while she took the chocolates inside, placing them beside the door and walking back again to her bed to continue sleeping.

“Just read the recipient and leave it, Lily.” She said covering herself with her duvet but Lily stood next to her with the letter, placing it on her table. “As you wish, darling,” Lily said and climbed back towards her bed. She sat up and took the letter in her hands.

To: Y/n Y/l/n

From: Your secret admirer, darling

Usually, she’ll just let Marlene read the letter and throw it inside her box filled with letters, but she has a feeling that she needs to be the one to read it.

Carefully opening the letter, she felt herself getting excited to read it. Unfolding the letter, there she saw a handwritten letter, a nice handwritten letter...

Dear Y/n

I’ve always admired you from afar, taking in every small detail from you. How you’d chew your bottom lip when you are concentrating, constantly tapping the end of your quill on the table when you can’t think of the answer, and how you let the sun rays hit your face every time you go outside for a walk.

No, I am not a stalker, but everywhere you go, we are also at the same place. And I would be there, trying to avoid your beauty and will fail miserably. You made me study harder for the sake of you getting to notice me. One day you will.

The chocolates are for you, I know you don’t fancy the heart-shaped ones, so I got you the normal ones from Honeydukes. I do hope you enjoy it, and yes, your friends can also enjoy some of it.

Have a nice day darling, hopes Merlin that I can have the courage to ask you out.

Your secret admirer.

She felt herself blushing, it was the first time she blushed at a letter from one of her suitors. She folded the letter and placed it back on the table. Standing up again because there’s no point sleeping now if she just felt giddy inside.

After taking a shower and finding comfortable clothes, she went to the Great Hall and ate breakfast by herself. Taking out a book and serving herself breakfast, a few minutes later, she felt someone sit in front of her, she placed her book down and rolled her eyes.

‘It’s too early for this.’ “What do you want, Lupin?” She asked annoyed at the boy in front of her. He smiled at her and she just finished her toast. “Can’t I just sit here with you?” He asked the Y/h/c haired girl and she just chuckled.

“Get lost.” She said looking him in the eyes. He sighed and looked at her seriously. “Just give me back my book and then I’ll leave.” He said taking a sip from his goblet and she shook her head.

“I can’t, you need to have a date,” She stated pouring herself water and taking a sip. “Besides, I don’t have it here.” She said looking at him and his face is just filled with hatred.

But his eyes beg to differ, she never noticed it though.

“You need to have a date before I can give you back the book, Lupin. I need to see you having fun with someone, or just a picture won’t hurt, good day.” She said standing up and taking her book with her.

Leaving the Great Hall, she passed by the three other Marauders and sat by Lupin. She continued walking until she reached the Library. She doesn’t have any work to do, giving her a free weekend.

She sat down at a table near the window and continued reading her book, taking a break from time to time and stare out of the window. A few first years were enjoying the sun and having fun, giving all of their energy from running around the yard. Continuing to stare outside, she felt a pair of eyes looking at the back of her head.

She turned around and saw a guy sitting a few tables away from her, trying to fix his posture like he wasn’t staring at her for a while. When she got back to her book, she saw in her peripheral vision the same guy moving on his seat like he was nervous. She saw him standing up and walking nearer.

“Hi, m-may I sit down?” She lowered her book and saw the guy, black hair that’s a bit messy, green eyes, and tanned skin. ‘And who might this be?’ “Sure.” She said sitting up straight and placing her bookmark on the page she was reading.

“I just want to ask if you received something earlier?” the guy asked and Y/n tilted her head slightly indicating she was a bit getting the gist.

“Yes, why?” ‘Don’t tell me he was the one that left those.’ “Well, I would like to ask if you liked the letter and chocolates. I was also going to put a bouquet but I don’t exactly know if you like roses or not.” He said like his nervousness was starting to decrease.

“Oh um-,” Y/n started blushing at the thought of this guy giving them gifts and writing the letter. “Thank you, and um I’m not a fan of bouquets. A single rose is fine.” She said paying attention to how the guy leaned forward on his seat and gave a laugh. “Well, I should give you one then.” Y/n didn’t understand and this caused the guy to smile at her, waiting for her reply.

“Oh, what was that?” “I would like to ask you out on a date this Valentine’s Day, around Hogsmeade or anywhere of course.” He said and Y/n thought carefully. “Okay, Mr.-?” “Mr. Hollis, Lerius Hollis.” He smiled at Y/n, she almost forgot what she was about to say when she saw him smiling.

“Mr. Hollis, I will go out with you. But if there are any tricks to this date, I will tear you into shreds.” She stated leaning in also. Her mind is all over the place, she can’t understand why she said yes, or why his cologne smells so good.

The guy stood up and gave a shy wave, “I must get going then, I’ll find you more presents!” He said but Y/n halted him and asked his house. “Slytherin.” He said smirking and waving goodbye again.

‘Oh boy.’

‘Slytherin house. Slytherin! And why did I say yes?!’ She scolded herself in her mind while walking back towards the common room. Two Second Years went out of the hole and she let herself in. Walking inside she heard the usual commotion of the three Marauders and students trying to converse.

She passed by behind the couch and someone called her, Lily. She turned around and went to the table near the couches where the Marauders started to eavesdrop on the two girls. Sitting down, she can feel the gazes of the three and just shook it off.

“What’s up?” She casually asked but Lily can feel a different aura from Y/n.

“Are you alright?” “W-what? Yes, of course. Why w-wouldn’t I b-be?” She said fidgeting the end of her top and her eyes darting from her hands to Lily’s green eyes.

“Well, for one you’re fidgeting, two, you’re lying, three, you were in a rush going upstairs, and four, you look like a tomato.” She whispered to Y/n and she shook her head. Lily gave her a ‘you’re not fooling me.’ Look and she sighed.

“Well for starters, I got a dahtesh-“ she accidentally lowered her voice and it caused Lily to get confused, “You got a what now?” “I GOT A DATE OKAY?!” Y/n exclaimed unintentionally and some of the students stared at her, but the stares that never took off her were from Lily and the Marauders.

“You actual-“ “Yes! I don’t know how, but yes I do have a date.” She exclaimed and just buried her head in her hands. “Well, who is he then?” She squealed at the new voice but then relaxed when she realizes it was just Black.

“Why do you care?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him. He flipped his hair and leaned in. “Because I want to hear some gossip from you.” He said acting like a girl, she looked at the other three and Remus is also listening.

Normally he wouldn’t care, but today was different.

“Well, his name is-“ “House?” James intervenes, Y/n looked confused but still answered James’ question. “Slytherin.” Once she said that questions started flying out of the lips of three Marauders and her best friend Lily.

“Don’t date him.” “Cancel it.” “Why’d you say yes?” “Are you serious?” “No, I’m Sirius.” “Not the point Black!” “How could you betray us?” “Where is he taking you?” “Does he have great hair like mine?” “Not the point Black/Padfoot!”

Once they were finished, Y/n was already crossing her arms and reclining in her chair looking at them confused.

“It’ll be just one date.” She said standing up and taking her book. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day. Might as well give it a go.” Walking towards the staircases, she can still feel their gazes and sighed.

Thursday, four days after the incident with the Marauders and Lily, she’s still busy with school works but Lerius continues to give her letters and sweets. Nearing Valentine’s Day, she was worried that he might not have anything more to give.

‘He’s a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake, he may be rich too.’ Y/n thought while staring at the board. They are having Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall is talking about Inanimatus Conjurus. She starts to doze off but the bell snapped her back awake.

“I would like to have essays about our lesson today on my desk before Tuesday next week, understood?” The professor asked before dismissing the students. There, she was met with a person handing out a single rose, Lerius.

“Hi! I just wanted to give you this before going to your next and last class for the day. I couldn’t wait until after class because I’m scared it’ll wilt.” He said looking at her and she blushed. They looked cute together, with being Lerius taller than her and all. A few students around hollered, and even some of Lerius’ friends.

“Okay, mo-move it!” They heard someone yelled behind Y/n, it was the Marauders. But only one of them yelled, Remus. Once Y/n moved an inch or two, Remus passed by and the three followed. “They were having a moment Moony!” Peter started following and whispering a sorry to Y/n.

“Yeah, well I don’t care.” Was heard and Y/n just rolled her eyes. She looked back at Lerius and he smiled at her and then waving goodbye. “See you after class, love.” He pecked her cheek and it caused Y/n to heat up more. He waved again and walked with his friends.

She stood there dreamily following him until a tug was felt at her right arm, pulling her away from the spot. “We need. To go. To. History. Of. Magic” Lily said in each tug. Y/n finally moved her feet and walked with the three.

“So, you finally got a date, this is amazing! Maybe we can do a double date!?” Marlene exclaimed and Lily disagreed. “It’s her first-ever date, let her have it. Maybe if things work out at this date, then you guys can do that.” She said taking a seat at the front.

“Yeah, and if things work out on your end too Lils, we can triple date!” Marlene said, excitement gushing out of her. “Quadruple if it is okay with Frank though,” Alice added and Marlene clapped like a little kid.

“Alright, if the date turns out okay,” Y/n said and Marlene side hugged her. She giggled and someone tapped her shoulder and looked behind her.

“So, you are going? Aren’t you hesitating even just a little bit?” Potter asked her and she shook her head, “I am not backing out just because four boys don’t want me to go.” “I don’t care,” Remus added and she looked at him, he was staring out the window.

“You know you should also get yourself a date so I can return your bloody book.” She said and Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Already have one.” He said and just in time, Professor Binns came out of nowhere, making the room quiet.

She turned towards the front and got ready for class. She heard faint whispers from behind, “You have a da-“ “Yes, Wormtail. Now shut up.” She giggled silently and focused on the lesson.

Saturday, she can’t sleep properly last night because of her excitement. She got up once she saw the clock ticked 6, getting a sweater and jeans from her trunk and pulling out her boots.

“Someone’s up early,” Alice asked the (y/h/c) haired girl. Y/n smiled and looked over the mirror to see if the clothes were a perfect match. When she got her match, she hopped in the shower and took her time.

Once she was almost inside for an hour, she got out and wrapped herself in her bathrobe. She sat down in front of her mirror and started applying make-up. She made sure it was very minimal because she doesn’t like make-up. She then proceeds to do her hair and got in her clothes.

It was already 8 am and the rest of the girls are awake. She couldn’t wait anymore so she got out of the room first. But when she got out, she almost slipped from a parcel.

She closed the door and stood outside, she removed the wrapping paper and there she saw a portrait of her, sitting under a tree outside. It was a beautiful painting, framed and all. There wasn’t any signature on the painting but there is a card attached behind the frame.

Y/n,

I’ve been keeping a picture the same as this portrait, so as a gift this Valentine’s I made someone paint the picture and they did a wonderful job. I would’ve painted it myself, but my roommates couldn’t shut up about it. I hope you like it because I love it.

And that was it, no name or anything. She smelled the wrapper and she smelled hazelnut and cocoa powder. ‘Chocolates.’ She thought and she smiled. She got back inside and placed the painting at her bedside and placed it on an angle.

“Who’s it from?” “I’m sure it’s from Lerius, he always gives me chocolates and that’s what I can smell in the wrapping paper.” She said leaving them again and she headed towards the Great Hall.

Finishing up breakfast, she headed towards the library again just to pass by time. “Y/n?” She lowered her book and there she saw Lerius. He was dashing as hell, he’s wearing a shirt and he has his coat on top, his hair looked like he tried combing it back but it became a bit messy, but she finds it attractive.

“Lerius! I thought we won’t be leaving until 11 am?” She asked and Lerius nodded, he drew his attention towards the seat in front of her and she nodded. Taking a seat, Lerius, placed a box down so he can remove his coat.

“I just wanted to stay here for a while, we still have half an hour before we leave.” He said and he knew she was eyeing the box, “Yes, that is for you, but I can’t give it to you now.” He said and he placed the box inside his coat.

She pouted and Lerius saw this. He chuckled and she pouted harder, “I can’t give it to you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” He said caressing her cheek, she absentmindedly leaned on his touch. She gave him a small smile and he removed his hand.

Lerius stood up and sat beside Y/n, he gently held her head for her to lean on his shoulders and he placed his chin on top of her head.

They stayed like that until they heard the bell ring at 11 am. They stood up and left the library immediately, almost dropping books Madame Pince was carrying.

They got a carriage and sat together. Once they reached the place, Y/n’s mood immediately changed from the place’s comforting energy. She’s been to Hogsmeade before, a lot of times. But today she knew it was different. She absentmindedly pulled Lerius and walked around with him, going in from store to store.

“I think we should have lunch first, darling. We have the whole afternoon for us to stroll around.” Lerius said and Y/n pouted but gave up because she too is hungry. They went to Three Broomsticks and ate there, they are very lucky enough to have a table, especially with lunchtime nearing.

“There’s a sight back at Hogwarts that I like. Maybe before the sun sets, we can go there.” He said and Y/n just nodded. Continuing with their lunch, Lily and her date got inside the shack and saw Y/n with Lerius.

“Hey, Y/n!” Lily greeted the girl and she motioned them to come over. “Oh, this must be your date!” She stated and the three of them chuckled until Lerius coughed indicating that he is not fine with what is happening.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, we’ll be going to our table now,” Lily said giving Y/n a side hug and leaving them. Y/n and Lerius finished up and Y/n can feel something is wrong with her date.

“Lerius? Is there something wrong?” She asked sincerely and Lerius just shook his head. “Look, if something is bothering you, please tell me. I want this Valentine’s Day to work out.” She said and Lerius finally said something.

“I just didn’t like how your friend intervened with our lunch.” He said harshly and Y/n inhaled deeply and nodded, “I’m sure Lily didn’t mean to inter-“ “I don’t like it.” He said with his voice going deeper and Y/n felt a bit scared.

“I-I’ll talk to her later.” She said nodding ‘why am I letting this?’ She thought and Lerius stood up, handing out his hand for her to take and they left the shack. But Lerius’s grip was getting tighter and tighter the longer she held on. She tried to escape his grip but it wouldn’t budge.

They stopped in front of Honeydukes and Lerius leaned in to whisper at her. “You can buy anything you want in Honeydukes, as long as you promise to talk to the rest of your friends to not intervene with our date any longer.” And he turned her towards the figures of Alice and Marlene almost nearing up to her.

“Hi, Y/n!” Marlene greeted and Y/n waved at her, Lerius gripped her wrist and she almost winced at the pain, she just laughed it off and started to talk to the both of them.

“Umm, Marlene? You remembered what we all talked about not disturbing with my first ever real date?” She tried saying it as a way she was joking, but she was hoping one of them to save her.

“Oh yeah! Shoot almost forgot about that! See you around then, Y/n!” Marlene said and waved goodbye, Alice also gave a wave goodbye and they went the other way.

“Good girl, now,” Lerius whispered in her ear and he opened the door for her, “You can pick anything you want, darling.” He stated and Y/n tried to smile, but the smile she was wearing since she woke up, is almost gone now since she’s starting to get agitated.

A couple or so hours later after walking around Hogsmeade, they decided to go back because Y/n tried to make up excuses as her feet hurt or she’s starting to get tired. Which were lies, her boots are very comfortable and they are made for her. She got almost 9 hours of sleep because she promised to rest early.

But Lerius gave her what she wants, on their carriage ride back to the school, they ended up sharing with a couple from Gryffindor house. Because Y/n said she’s tired, she tried to act the part. Leaning on Lerius’ shoulder, fake yawning, hiding her hands inside her sleeves.

She knows if Lily was inside the carriage, she would raise suspicions on why she was faking it, and that’s what she needs right now, someone to take her away.

They reached the grounds and the couple got out first, and Lerius helped her out of the carriage. They noticed it was almost 4 o’clock and there are only a few students outside because the real festivities is inside the castle.

“I think we should also get inside als-“ “Oooor, we can go to my favourite spot and give you my gift?” Lerius interjected and gave Y/n a grin, the grin that has her saying yes to everything today, the grin that she never questioned, the grin that made her shut up.

“O-okay.” She whispered and Lerius pulled her away, bringing her towards a tree near the lake. He sat her down on a blanket. It was a beautiful sight and she smiled knowing this is too peaceful for anything to ruin it.

But she thought too soon.

“So, about this gift,” He started and Y/n moved to look at him, he took out the box and moved closer to Y/n. He opened it to reveal a ring, Y/n stood up and Lerius looked at her.

“Why what’s wrong?’ “I-I have to go.” She tried to speak up but her throat wouldn’t let her. “No, sit down here, darling.” “Please I-“ “SIT. DOWN.” It came out as a threat now. She was scared but she doesn’t want to stay anymore.

“Fine! I’ll stand up!” He exclaimed and acted like it was Y/n’s fault now. “Now, this ring, it was my mother’s. She gave it to me to give it to someone.” Y/n already know where this is going, “It’s a promise ring,” She started to feel upset and wanted to run, but she’s scared to pull a string on Lerius to make him angry.

“And I promise that I will love you, take care of you. As long as you stay with me.” He said removing the ring and grabbing Y/n’s hand. “N-no!” She exclaimed taking her hand back but Lerius’ grip is stronger. When he got the ring to her finger, he tried to kiss her. Holding both the sides of her face and leaning in. Y/n slapped Lerius and to her luck, it was strong enough for him to bring his hand up to his cheek to caress the impact. She tried to run but Lerius ran faster than her, he got a hold of her but before he could carry her back, a group of boys started to come after Lerius and a punch was thrown at his face.

She sat on the ground trying to get away from the scene, she heard Professor McGonagall screaming at the people and other boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin started to break them up.

“Black! Lupin! What in Merlin’s beard got you two just to punch Mr. Lerius here?!” She asked and Peter got out of the other’s hold to explain everything to the professor.

“He was forcing Y/n to do something she didn’t want!” He exclaimed and Lerius turned to the stout boy in fury, “I did no such thing! We were just flirting and you four imbeciles took the wrong message!” He exclaimed and his housemates held him back from attacking Peter.

“Just because you were beaten up, it means you are the real victim!” Sirius yelled back but Lerius laughed, “And why should anyone listen to you four, you weren’t even in the scene! You four came out of nowhere!” “Well, it’s better to ask the subject of this matter!” They all looked at Y/n and she is still shaken up by what happened.

Lily came to the scene and assisted her, Professor McGonagall dismissed the crowd and brought them all inside her office. She took out a kettle filled with tea and gave Y/n a cup to calm her nerves.

“What exactly happened, Y/n?” The professor asked and Y/n gripped the cup tighter, Lily brushed her hair trying to calm her down. “L-lerius t-“ “Tell them the truth, darl-“ “Oh shut up you fool, let her talk,” Potter said and Peter pulled him back.

“He t-tried to kiss m-me, f-forcing me to kiss h-him. Holding the s-sides of my face and he made m-me wear this stupid r-ring- AH! It hurts!” She exclaimed and immediately placed the cup down and pulled her finger out. It was tightening around her finger and she tried to pull it off.

“What did you do to her!?” Remus exclaimed and held Lerius by his collar, the three pulled him away because even if Lerius’ height is the same as his, he was incredibly strong to pull him up the ground.

“Mr. Hollis, remove the ring from Ms. Y/l/n’s finger at once!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed and Lerius moved far away. “Why would I do that? She’s my girlfriend after all.” “Well, she wouldn’t be hurt if she is, wouldn’t she?” Lily spoke up and she’s starting to get angry too, Lerius moved and held Y/n’s hand to remove the ring. Once he removed it, he kissed the back of her hand but she pulled it back, he gripped her wrist but Lily stopped him.

“Mr. Lerius, you will be meeting the Headmaster tomorrow morning with your Head of House and parents to talk about your expulsion from Hogwarts. We here do not support harassment of any sort.” She said writing on parchment for Lerius’ parents.

“This is not fair! I’m the one with the bloody nose!” “Yeah, well that’s not my department. Go to Madame Pomfrey so she can tend to it. And take a stroll, it may be, well, it will be your last stroll here in Hogwarts.” She said dismissing the Slytherin students while sipping her tea.

“And you four, I can say the bravery and courage from the actions you all did is quite impressive. But of course, you four will be having detention but it will only be a week.” She said writing it down and folding it up. “I think Y/n here also needs to be brought to the infirmary, she needs tending for her finger.” “No, I’m fine Professor, but thank you.” She said giving her best smile to reassure her and everyone.

“If that is what you say, then I don’t have anything against that. You lot can go to the Great Hall now to enjoy the rest of the day, Happy Valentine’s.” She said and dismissed the students.

Their walk consisted of Lily assisting Y/n and the Marauders staying close to make sure nothing will happen. They reached the decorated Great Hall and they took their seats, Lily and Y/n near the front, and the Marauders almost at the middle.

They gave her food but she didn’t take any, when they gave her, her favourite food, she turned it down and stood up. “Where are you going?” “Back to the common room, I guess.” She said and the three didn’t ask further, they already feel sorry for letting this happen, but Y/n is mostly mad at herself.

Walking out of the Great Hall, she can feel other people gazing at her because she was the only one doing the opposite. She walked and walked until she reached the astronomy tower, she sat near the railing and just stared up at the sky. She knew going to the common room would be a mistake because she will be welcomed by thousands of letters at the front of their door or on her bed.

She got cozy that she almost didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. Scared, she reached out for her wand and pointed it out, but she was surprised to see the last person she wanted to see today.

Remus Lupin.

Instead of giving him a remark, she just stood by the railing and exhaled. “I’m sorry.” Slipped out of her mouth and she started to feel weak and a tear slid down her cheek. Instead of kneeling because she can’t take it anymore, a pair of arms wrapped around her giving her a warm embrace. Instead of getting a flight response, she nuzzled more and Remus took this as a sign to hug her tighter.

“Don’t say sorry, you don’t have anything to say sorry for.” He said caressing her hair to soothe her, she shook her head and kept saying it was her fault.

“If I wasn’t a fool then this wouldn’t happen.” She started to sob, Remus kept soothing her to calm down and they stayed like that for almost five minutes. She smelled chocolates from his sweater, his signature smell, she then realized where the parcel was from, it was from him.

Once she stopped sobbing, she looked up and saw Remus resting his chin on the top of her head, his hair is a bit messy but it looked good on him. The scars on his face made him look older but in a good way. She can hear his heartbeat and it was a steady heartbeat, it made her feel relaxed and comfortable. She didn’t realize she was staring until his green orbs stared back at hers.

She bowed her head and she stepped back a bit and Remus lets go of the hug, even though Y/n wanted to stay like that forever, she needs to remember he’s still her rival. Or was he?

“I never liked Valentines.” She stated and Remus looked at her, “Because it was the day when the first guy I love the most, passed away. He had a huge impact on my life and seeing him just pass away, I couldn’t accept it.” She said looking at stars, Remus never said a word and just listened to her story.

“He always gave me a little gift before leaving, and he would take me to Diagon Alley to walk around. He’ll buy me ice cream and he’ll tell me about his day while we sit in front of the parlor shop.” She continued and she doesn’t care if she’s telling this to her rival, she just needs to tell someone right now.

“Well, you’re a lucky girl then? And I’m sorry for your loss. How old were you?” Remus asked and she gave a sad smile. “10, and he was 49, turning 50. But he wasn’t lucky.” She said and Remus looked at her, “Dad, wasn’t lucky.” She said tears brimming her eyes as she continued looking up, trying to fight her tears. Remus was in shock and he couldn’t form any words.

“When dad passed away, in the morning I woke up, thinking he already left and my gift was waiting at my bedside table. He did leave, me and my mom behind. Mom screamed from their room and I ran towards it, the elf was at the front of the door bowing down. When I saw dad’s hand hanging at the side of the bed with a little box in it, I dropped on my knees and let my tears flow down.” She said and sighed but continued the story anyway.

“Mom and I were left alone in the house, with the elf and her sister visiting weekly ever since I came here at Hogwarts. She continued her job but she still feels empty inside. And ever since that day, I never looked at Valentine's day the same way ever again. And I was thinking, 5 years ago today, that I might be happy because I know dad wants me to be happy. But it turns out, Valentine’s is just a normal day. And I tried to celebrate it with a lunatic.” She finished and Remus was still there, staring at her the whole time she was telling her story.

“I’m sorry If I gave you detention and maybe ruined your date today, Remus. But here is your book back.” She handed it out to him and he chuckled. “I didn’t have a date, and it’s fine if I have detention. I got used to it.” He said taking the book back.

“But, what was about th-“ “The other day? It was just to shut the three up about my dating life.” He said irritated and Y/n just laughed at it.

“But I do like someone, and she doesn’t know it because I’ve been acting like a rival to her since day one.” He said staring at her again but she can’t get the point. “Well, you should go get her then. There’s still a few hours before Valentine’s end.” She said smiling at him and he smiled at her also.

“Well, I’m already here with the girl that I like. Besides, she received the gift earlier this morning.” He said and she realized what he meant. “S-so, you l-like me?” “I fancy you, Y/n. Merlin’s beard no, I think I love you already.” He said still looking at her (Y/e/c) orbs, Y/n shifted her body and she’s now looking at the boy who’s been her rival since day one.

Since day one, they’ve been throwing at each other’s faces with who’s smarter. Since day one, they’ve been up in each other’s throats. Since day one, they’ve been making the other one feel dumb. Since day one, they’ve wanted each other’s attention.

In every class they have, they would continue with their rivalry but it was only because they loved the attention, they loved how they acted like they were the only ones in the room. They loved how they would stare at each other’s eyes just to prove a point.

Every mealtime, one will start giving a snarky remark just to continue the cycle. Just to have a laugh for everyone. Just to have the other one going up and interact with them, hands touching or their faces almost closing in.

She realized it now, why she continues to fight Remus off, why she continues to quarrel with him, why she continues to study harder. It was for his attention, all of his goddamn attention.

He also realized why Sirius gave her the book, why the boys kept listening to her stories, why they gave him the map earlier. It was for him to finally say something, say all of it to her.

“This sounds cliché, but yeah we fell for the ‘I hate you, you hate me’ relationship.” She said and this caused Remus to chuckle. “And did it turn to ‘I like you, you like me’ relationship?” He asked, hope in his eyes and she nodded, she can’t believe that this boy that she’s been fighting with is the boy she fell in love with.

He’s the reason she became a better version of herself, he became the reason for her constant studying, he became the reason to wake up even if it was Valentine’s day.

He never promised to love her fully, because he already did that. He never promised to stay even if she was a mess, he’s still there.

He never promised to take care of her, he did that almost an hour ago.

Without being in a relationship, he respected her in simple and unnoticeable ways. And damn, that made her happy. He fulfilled everything without even being his partner. And Remus is happy that he proved to her that he is different from any boy.

Y/n and Remus just stood there, staring at each other’s eyes, continued to smile from ear to ear. They walked closer until Y/n is looking up and Remus looking down.

She got on her tiptoes and Remus leaned in, closing the gap between them with a kiss. A kiss that made her wrap her arms around Remus’ neck because it made her legs feel like jelly and Remus held her waist.

Pulling apart, Remus smiled a dorky smile, the one she always saw when his friends would make a lame joke. But the cause of his smile is because the girl he’s been liking for a long time likes him back.

“So, Y/n Y/l/n. Would you loooove to be my girlfriend?�� He asked rather excited because why wouldn’t he be. He just kissed the girl of his dreams and she kissed back. Holding both of her hands and kissed them both, she just giggled and nodded.

“Of course, you idiot, I wouldn’t be kissing you if I wouldn’t like it.” She said and he looked confused, “I’m not an idiot, I’m smarter than you and kissing? We’re not k-“ He got cut off by her lips attaching to his again. And this time, fireworks set off. They pulled apart and just stared at each other’s eyes, hugging her and she just smiled.

This is an unexpected turn of events from all of what happened the whole day, and she’s glad she ended it with the right person.

BONUS!!

“Padfoot? Are you sure the fireworks should be facing this way?” James asked and Sirius nodded, “Yes, so they could see it.” He said crouching to see the angle of the fireworks. A rat ran towards them and James accidentally jumped at Sirius and the fireworks moved.

The rat transformed into Peter and he squeaked a sorry. “They are almost kissing again!” He exclaimed and the two immediately fixed the fireworks.

“No, it's this way, Prongs!” “No, this way!” “Don’t you start to ignite a fight, Prongs!” “Well, because it's this way, Padfoot!” “Don’t IGNITE it, Prongs!” “Wait, ignite it? Okie Dokie!” “Wait Wormtail don’t!”

“What?” Peter said but it was too late, the fireworks set off with the two boys still in its range. The two stood up and they are covered with dust and smoke.

“We said don’t!” “Well, Padfoot said it!” “I did not!” “Yes, YOU did!” “Hey, would you three shut up! My girlfriend and I are enjoying a moment here!”

They heard it from the tower and they shut up immediately.

“Thank you!” as they heard before James wiped a fake tear, “They grow up so fast.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for me and the stupid book, he wouldn’t get her.” Sirius said and James waved his hand, “No if it wasn’t for me giving him the map, he wouldn’t know.” “IF IT WASN’T FOR ME AND MY LOVE FOR HER, YOU THREE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PLAY WITH FIREWORKS, NOW SHUT UP OR I’LL BEAT YOU THREE UP!” They heard again and they immediately went inside to leave them be.

#harry potter #marauders fanfiction #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus x you #remus x sirius #marauders map #remus lupin x reader #marauders era #young!remus lupin #Gryffindor #slytherin #Ravenclaw #hufflepuff

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ineverhaveanynormalfans · 3 years

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13. size kink | 14. blowjob

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Challenge/Prompt:

#kinkmas2020 Day 13. size kink: Arousal from the difference in size between two sexual partners, for example: height, weight, penis size etc. May contain elements of dominance and submission.

#kinkmas2020 Day 14: blowjob

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), workplace smut, Dom/sub undertones, teasing

Pairing/s: Spencer Reid x Reader x Emily Prentiss

Word count: 1857

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Spencer had never really noticed the height difference between you until you began working in the BAU offices. At home you seemed to have organised things so you didn’t need to overreach but here many of the file boxes and even the top shelf of the supply closet were well out of your reach, prompting him to come to your rescue on a regular basis when he found you precariously balanced on your tiptoes or once, on a wheely chair. You hadn’t repeated that one, the half hour lecture on workplace injuries saw to that. Sometimes he thought you did it deliberately, usually when your outfits were a little more fitted and he had to reach a little himself, forcing your bodies together. You would smile shyly and thank him in a soft voice when he handed you whatever it was you’d been looking for, the polite submissiveness something he hardly ever saw in you.

It wasn’t until Emily happened to witness one of these more deliberate assists in the break room of the BAU that Spence found out the reason for your unusual behaviour. ‘She’s playing with you. She wants to rile you up, so you take control and top her.’ Emily answered in a matter of fact tone when he asked her opinion. He must have looked perplexed because she continued. ‘It could be the height difference, she does a similar thing with me at home when I’m in heels and she’s barefoot.’ She mused, head at an angle and a grin that alluded to distinctly pleasurable memories on her lips. Offering her the last pastry as thanks Spencer took his mug of sweet coffee back to his desk to plan his next moves with this new intel.

He was sitting in your office chair on the far side of the sixth floor from the BAU when you returned with a coffee later that day. ‘Hey! What’s up, did we have a meeting?’ You enquired as you balanced the coffee on the filing cabinet to remove your jacket. Standing to his full height while you had your back turned Spence relocated the coffee to a safer spot and was standing inches from you when you turned, making you jump back a little at his silent approach. Your back hit the closed door and he moved closer again, his tall frame boxing you in against it as his fingers cupped your cheek and tilted your chin up so he could look at you. His expression was serious but there was a twinkle of pure mischief in his eye that had you grinning as your heart thumped fiercely in your chest. ‘Emily thinks you’ve been playing with me love, is she right?’ He spoke so softly and traced his thumb over your lower lip as he waited for a response that you were desperately trying to get out. His proximity and the fact that he was towering over you had rendered you speechless, something you rarely were with either of your lovers.

Eventually you managed to get out a soft yes, surprised by your own meekness in the face of Spencer’s dominant side. You’d never seen him like this before, you knew a little of it existed and you’d hoped your little game would draw it out but now that it had you were completely taken aback. His expression didn’t soften at all, his lips curving into a grin that bordered on cocky as he took in your appearance. Your dress clung to your curves without being obscene, ending just above the knee. You’d paired it with one of your few pairs of flat boots, normally you favoured a heel to bring you closer to the heights of your colleagues. Your hands were pressed palms down against the door behind you, and when he tilted your head a little he could see your elevated pulse as your blood pumped forcefully through your carotid artery. Letting his hazel eyes come back to your own he licked his lips and surveyed you thoughtfully. ‘What do you think we should do about that?’ He asked, his voice soft but his tone dripping with authority.

You shifted slightly as you weighed up your options, moving your hips so his pressed against your abdomen, the thick line of his cock pressing into your soft flesh. He gulped at this and you grinned, this was territory you knew. You were a brat at heart, the game that had led you both here was textbook bratty submissive and now that you had your bearings again you were ready to play. ‘I’m sorry I toyed with you Dr Reid, especially without permission. Let me take care of the situation?’ He swallowed hard again as your fingers brushed over his erection, and you noticed his pulse had quickened to match your own. His eyes darted to the window between your office and the empty corridor outside, the blinds closed sufficiently that you were shielded from view.

Twisting the lock on the door handle you shimmied down until you were eye level with his crotch, your fingers still teasing lightly. ‘Please?’ You purred, looking up at him where he had braced himself on both hands against the door as he looked down at you, the hazel gold of his eyes almost eclipsed by his lust blown pupils. Your heart skipped at the sight and you couldn’t help the cheeky grin you gave him. Laughing quietly he matched your grin and whispered his consent, a fresh peel erupting from him when he saw your excited expression as you enthusiastically undid his pants. You held his gaze as your hands worked to expose him to you, removing his clothing only enough to give you access and keep him comfortable. Biting your lip as you freed his cock from its cotton confines you kept your eyes locked on his and slid your hand along his length. You felt a jolt of pleasure as your thumb caressed over his soft swollen head and collected the slick liquid that had gathered in his slit, the action causing him to moan softly and close his eyes as pleasure sparked through him.

You waited for his eyes to return to your own, slowly pumping him with one hand as you cradled his balls in the other, gently rolling them in your palm. When Spence got himself together enough to open his eyes and meet your gaze once more you smiled up at him. ‘Hold my hair for me?’ You asked softly and he groaned under his breath, palms leaving the door so he could scoop back your loose hair and hold it out of your way. When your lips finally came into contact with the sensitive underside of his cock he had to bite down on his fist to contain his desperate moan, bracing himself on his forearm against the door as you took him into your mouth. Every time he thought he could shift and look back down at you you’d change what you were doing, sucking a little harder, stroking him faster, teasing his taint with your fingers and he would have to muffle the noises you were drawing from him against his fist. He could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm drew closer at a ferocious speed but he didn’t want to finish this way. You’d been toying with him so he would take control and right now he wanted that more than your skilled mouth.

Tugging on the hair he held in his fist he drew you up to your feet and took your mouth in a fierce kiss that left you as breathless as you were surprised by the move. Letting go of your hair Spencer spun you round so you were pressed against the door, his hands working quickly to hike up your dress. You were about to reach back and continue stroking him when he spoke. ‘Palms on the door Y/N.’ He growled against your ear as his long fingers slid between your thighs and cupped your sex. Using his foot he tapped at your ankles, forcing you to spread your legs as his fingers found the edge of your soaked underwear and tugged them aside. You were trembling with anticipation and need as he stepped in close behind you, his cock sliding between your exposed ass cheeks while his fingers worked your slick cunt open. When he shifted his cock so it pressed against your entrance you had to clasp a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning, resting your forehead against the door as he angled your hips and slid into you. Your body was still shaking and Spence waited a few moments to let you both adjust to the overpowering sensations before he began grinding his hips against you, sliding out only the smallest amount in an effort to keep the slap of his skin on yours to a minimum. The fingers that had pulled your underwear aside now found your clit as Spence found his rhythm, bracing himself against the door with his forearm above your head. It was all you could do to just hold on as he moved within you, stretched up onto your tiptoes to accommodate his thrusts, your own forearm bracing you against the door as you rocked together.

Spence knew how to work you up quickly and you were on the verge of cumming within minutes, moaning into your palm and praying your legs didn’t give out just yet. You felt him throb inside you and your orgasm washed through you, his fingers only leaving your clit when you shook so violently he thought you might collapse. Wrapping his now freed arm around you he thrust into you a few more times before muffling his shout of release against your hair as he spilt inside you. You stayed like that, braced against your closed door, both of you panting and shaking, until his phone began vibrating on your desk. Untangling yourselves he managed to tuck his softening spent cock back into his boxers before grabbing the phone and answering it in an impressively normal and professional tone.

Having righted your underwear and dress you walked over to him where he stood listening intently on the call and did up his pants, checking to make sure your liaison hasn’t stained them in any conspicuous way. Deciding he looked good to go you gave him a thumbs up and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he unlocked the door and walked out into the empty corridor, and back towards the BAU. Collapsing into your office chair you retrieved your now lukewarm coffee and took a long drink, checking your own phone for missed notifications. You’d just placed it back on the desk and logged in to your computer when it pinged, a message from Emily popping up on the screen. ‘Hope you enjoyed the fruits of your little game kitten x’ You blushed and grinned, sending her back a kiss face emoji and turning your attention back to work despite being keenly aware of the evidence of your tryst leaking from you into your ruined panties.

#kinkmas #kinkmas 2020 #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #smut #BAU #emily prentiss x reader x spencer reid #gi writes

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haikyall · 3 years

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ayoo~ this is for sonderdaisies in instagram and discord! Here’s your prompt in my entry for @bnhagiftexchange WC: 4.7K

Pairings: Hawks & Miruko (Keigo Takami & Rumi Usagiyama) AU/Prompt: Musician AU,

Summary: Music brings people together, even if you see each other at work... and live across the street from one another

Three hours. It has been three hours since Rumi has started looking for her portfolio. That portfolio had the pieces she wanted to present to her leader when they start rehearsal tomorrow. That portfolio could bring her career to new heights. That portfolio could get her a promotion. The portfolio is missing.

Her house is already a mess because of trying to flip it upside down just to look for that flimsy clear book. She hates the fact that she is forgetful and things like this happen on the daily basis.

Maybe it’s under the bed— you already checked the bed— how about one more ti— you checked it five times already. Inside the couch? You can’t rip open your couch, Rumi. I can watch me. Okay, where are you going to get a new one? Fuck where is it? I swear I won’t be able to practice tonight without those.

She knows it’s not at the rehearsal studio, she remembers putting it in her envelope… where is her envelope? Rumi suddenly has the motivation to look for something else. Did I leave it at the studio?!?!

Her frustration gets the better of her and she starts to aggressively look for the clear envelope. She gets more annoyed as more time passes and she hasn’t found the thing yet. Her annoyed self got more pissed to know the fact that it was ten in the night. She annoyingly grunts and then she hears it…

Soft piano playing. It was Clair de Lune, Haydn. It was calming, soothing. The volume was soft enough to be heard by neighbors whose houses are just across the street but not loud enough to be causing any disruption. It was like the house the sound was coming from was a huge music box.

Whoever was playing the piano, was very good. The emotions were displayed perfectly and mixing some of their own. You would know if you’re emotional in playing by simply catching the attention of the unsuspecting audience. Rumi notices how the pianist speeds up by half a second and after a while of playing they would realize the speed and calm down. That’s not how you play the song.

The song calmed Rumi down. She listened to it for quite a while, settling on the couch while thinking if she did leave her life’s work at her office. Her brain goes haywire thinking if she even labeled her stuff. She scolds herself for being so damn irresponsible, this wouldn’t be happening because of it.

Her eyelids start to droop the more she listens to the goddamn classical piano player. Times like these are when she wants to throw something to the other house to shut the people up there but this time she has absolutely no reason and energy for that.

Rumi blacks out.

Rumi Usagiyama is late and it was a difference of five minutes… five minutes led to thirty because of her extensive care for her silver hair that reaches the curves of her hips. That same thirty minutes led to an hour because of searching “how to cook pancakes” on Google and ultimately failing, leading her to just settle with cold pizza on her fridge. An hour flew to an hour and forty-five minutes as she was looking for her sheet music which led her to have a massive breakdown because she was missing pages and had to print everything again, and then she realizes that she’s running five minutes late which lead to a total of an hour and fifteen minutes late with ten minutes tardy time.

If it weren’t for that fucking pianist and their fucking Haydn I wouldn’t be so late and slept on the couch.

She frantically runs to her rehearsal room where everyone involved in the project we're talking, tuning their instruments, eating, resting, or a combination of a few. It was like this every morning, you enter a room of people you’ll work with for a few months to play for a musical, and then when the project ends you act like you didn’t know each other’s life story and how they came around with their instrument.

It was always so noisy.

The tan girl sighs as she expects another classic sermon from her superiors saying that “she should be more responsible” or that “if you loved music, maybe be more punctual”.

Well, I happen to love pancakes too so shove your fucking violin bows up your asses. We don’t even play the same fucking instruments.

Rumi sighs as she smiles and bows apologetically to her superiors. Her superiors shake their head and leave her little space in the wide rehearsal room and rolling her eyes, she sits down, reviewing her sheet music as a way of prepping herself.

“Chill down, baby bird, you look like you were gonna pounce on them if they didn’t walk away,” Rumi sighs in relief at recognizing who’s voice now was towering over. The voice laced with concern but 90% consisted of cockiness. She looks up and sees a blond, and stout Keigo Takami with an amused eyebrow raised.

Rumi sends a scowl onto Keigo’s way, “Hahaha, very funny Kei,” Keigo chuckles as he squats to Rumi’s level as she attempts to focus on her work.

“I am quite the crowd-pleaser myself if you didn’t notice,” The blond dude says in reply and it takes for the tan girl to process what in tarnation her colleague just let out.

Rumi peels her eyes off her sheet music one more time, and shakes her head, “No, why would I— why are you even here?” She asks annoyingly to the smirking Keigo who was also looking at her sheet music.

The blond man stands up, “Just wanted to remind you we have rehearsal in five, baby bird— oh, you guys have a similar sheet music to the stringed instruments,”

The silver-haired grumbles as she realizes that Keigo was doing her a favor, she completely forgot about the rehearsal, “Thanks, Kei, I’ll keep it in mind” Keigo turns around but seems to have forgotten to say something and turns back to Rumi who is now doing air-drumming movements, aligning her hands on the imaginary lyre, playing the piece with the correct notes in her head.

“Also, uhh you left some of your sheet music here” Keigo hands her a portfolio with her name at the front and where all of her missing sheet music pages were located. Rumi mentally slaps herself in the face to scold herself for forgetting such an important thing in her life let alone make Keigo return it.

Rumi grabs the portfolio “I was wondering where that went… thank you, sorry about that,” She apologizes and Keigo finally turns around gives her a thumbs up. She remembers a part of her conversation and yells back.

“AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, PIANOS ARE BOTH STRINGED AND PERCUSSION SO DON’T DISCRIMINATE SHIT, BABY CARROT,”

Keigo smiles to himself, finally, a decent reply. The thumbs-up he was showing just now flips and turns into a middle finger as he walks back to his little space of the rehearsal room.

Rumi smiles at the non-verbal reply and shakes her head. He seems to know how to cheer things up huh? She examines the smooth texture of her clear portfolio, once again scolding herself, clutching the plastic material in anger.

So… I had a mental breakdown, and wasted my time for fUCKING NOTHING?!?!?!

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Keigo packs up the last of the things he needs to take his leave from the rehearsal studio. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and starts to stride away out of the building.

The blond man stands in line waiting for the subway to arrive, as he does an old lady in a kimono outfit comes up behind him.

“You have grown, young bird”

Keigo is stunned, is this lady talking to the right guy? The pianist looks in both directions, checking to see if she is talking to the right person. The lady giggles as she sees that Keigo points to himself to be even more sure that it was him.

“Do I know you?” Keigo asks

The old lady smiles, “No, but I’ve seen you grow on this exact hallway, I’m proud of what you’ve done” She then proceeds to point at the place where Keigo used to play songs as people walked by, grateful for any change they drop him with. Keigo remembers this in an instant and scratches the back of his head in embarrassment.

“O-oh, th-thank you, ma’am” He bows toward the elderly and she starts to enter the train,

“Enjoy your trip home,”

Keigo smiles, “You too ma’am” He then enters the train as well.

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Keigo then arrives home to hear xylophones to be the sound that greets him. He’s aware that one of his neighbors plays the xylophone. Keigo is sure it's not anyone from work as the xylophone pieces were never the pieces they would play at work. He assumes that they would practice the workpieces given that the performance is just a week away from now. The xylophone pieces were just popular songs. He sometimes hums along to the songs his neighbor chose. It was like Keigo’s evening couldn’t be complete without at least hearing one note of the xylophone, it served as his lullaby into the night.

Keigo doesn’t complain about the noise. It’s not noise, it was one of the most beautiful harmonies one could ever hear. He would trade the world to hear it again.

“Not in the mood today, huh?” He says to himself as he hears that the xylophone notes were just being played at random, not a single beat or harmony was being made. It was like they were being played out of frustration like a person was venting their anger or whatever they were feeling onto the instrument. He decides to not join them for tonight and sighs at the fact that he won’t be practicing the piano.

Keigo wanders how his neighbor is even still playing, he swore that the amount of frustration they’re letting out onto the instrument seems enough to break the sticks used to make the sound of it. He’s impressed that the xylophone itself is still in one piece to be exact.

Keigo never had the energy or time to know who exactly was his neighbor due to his work and his dedication to it. His neighbor may have thought otherwise and never introduced themselves when they first moved in. He didn’t mind, he respected their privacy plus, it would be extremely awkward if he introduces himself now and not five months ago.

He listens to how frustrated his neighbor seems to be. He chuckles at times when he hears the same key is being played like they were annoyed by the sound of it and tries to fix it by repeatedly playing the note.

Even if the xylophone isn’t exactly playing any song right now, he still believes that it’s still harmony in some way, it invokes emotion… well... his emotions, it was like the instrument was talking to him, ranting on how crappy their day was, a broken music box. He found the thought both funny and intriguing. Sometimes, he wants to know what’s got the lyre player in such a sour mood like this.

As Keigo listens to the horrific music. He searches up piano music sheets as more xylophone playing was starting to give him a headache. “Your Name, huh? Is this what you wanted to learn, baby bird?” He asks himself, remembering one of the pieces that were in Rumi’s portfolio. Keigo simply couldn’t help it, the clear book was thick, and he’s a curious man.

The music then stops, Keigo looks at the time; 10:00 pm. Ah, they should stop now. He notices that whenever it was ten sharp, the music stops, even if it was in the middle of a song. It was their bedtime, Keigo then decides to also call it a night and starts to close all the lights and prepare for bed.

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Rumi barges into the rehearsal room, she sighs in relief to see that no one was there yet. She woke up early today, she didn’t get to practice any songs last night and it pissed her off. She was so busy scolding herself with forgetting the portfolio of her pieces that she had forgotten the more important matter, practicing the exact songs in her portfolio.

She didn’t want to be a burden to the other lyre players since it was evident who knew how to play the lyre if they practiced their pieces before going to work and it would be hella embarrassing if Rumi didn’t have any songs to present her lyre group with.

It was a tradition that the lyre group makes lyre versions of popular songs, everyone in the building loves it. The sounds resembled that of a music box, melodic, lullaby-like, gentle, and peaceful, just with six other xylophones playing.

She then grabs a music sheet stand and shoves her portfolio on it, and she starts playing in an instant. She takes notes of the pauses and how the song escalates. Maybe the group will choose her songs, the songs she’s been choosing have been very difficult, those kinds of songs kind of gives an appealing view to their leader.

Rumi chose quite a popular song, it was “Sparkle” from the movie Your Name. She chose it mainly because she cried at the ending more than she would like to admit. She skips the repetitive piano intro and starts straight at the D#. It was quite a simple piece, she was hoping that the leader would somehow make it more complicated. The leader would always encourage them to bring him something more simple to make it grander to play since he can turn it more difficult the more they play together.

The silver-haired girl has been tapping on the same notes over and over again but seems to slowly lose count on how many times she should be playing a specific note. “Five D#… wait no… wasn’t it four?”

She plays the notes again to confirms her suspicion and she starts to anger herself at how much she confused herself over the starting line of the notes she’s playing. “If it weren’t for me and my forgetful ass and forgot the fucking portfolio, I wouldn’t be here right now cram practicing,” she grumbles to herself as she lashes her anger on the flipping of pages on her portfolio.

She starts to get impatient with herself since she keeps on making the same mistake on the same note. For some reason, she isn’t keeping track of how many times her glockenspiel on the metal plates “GODDAMMIT ALREADY” She screams out in frustration, flinging her stick towards the other side of the room.

The stick barely misses the incoming blond male that enters the room. His eyes follow the direction of the stick as it hits the wall, taking precautions to not get hit by another stick. He notices that the stick is not a usual drum stick but is more similar to a lyre stick… Rumi. “Woah there, take a chill pill, Rumi,” Keigo says as he enters the room.

“Keigo… hi,” Rumi breathes in and composes herself and Keigo finds this a perfect time to piss her off even more

“Hello baby‘I'm pissed and I throw my stick in anger but luckily I'm alone’bird” Keigo teases while making air quotes as he says the nickname with his index and middle fingers. Rumi rolls her eyes. She paces across the room to pick up her poor glockenspiel as the other person in the room settles his place on the piano

“Well not anymore,” She grumbles and Keigo simply chuckles.

“What you practicing?”

“Just for some presentation,” Rumi shrugs off the question and focuses to prepare to start playing.

“Can I listen?” Keigo says in pure curiosity and Rumi’s answer went out faster before she even thought of saying it.

“NO!”

“And why not?” Keigo asks, raising an eyebrow at the sudden response.

“BECAUSE I HAVENT….” Rumi answers a bit too fast again and shuts herself up and tries to concentrate again on the piece.

“You haven’t what Rumi? I’m not a fortune teller over here and even if you do say no, I’m still going to listen,” Keigo points out and Rumi huffs in frustration at the man’s persistence. She hated at the fact that Keigo is right. He’s assigned to the same orchestra as her so he can’t possibly leave the room, and it’s not like he can’t listen to it even if he wanted to.

“Ihaven’tpracticedityet” Rumi says in a quick and silent voice. Keigo was impressed she managed to speak in a volume that's still too quiet even if they were the only two people in the room

“Sorry what? You were too soft” Keigo says, genuinely and for spite. Rumi inhales deeply, calming herself down before reiterating what she just said, in a slower and louder manner.

“I haven’t practiced yet,”

Keigo scoffs, that’s what she’s so worried about? He looks at her dead in the eye. “I’ll help you then,”

“What’s the piece?” Keigo asks, stretching his fingers as preparation to start playing.

“Sparkle, from—” Rumi calmly says

“—Your Name”

“Your Name,” They both say simultaneously. An awkward silence fills the room and they both freeze at the realization that they said something at the same time.

“Do you play the intro?” Keigo asks and Rumi shakes her head.

“No, it hurts the ears if I play it on the lyre” She explains and Keigo nods.

He then shrugs his shoulders and faces the piano, “I’ll play it then,”

“Whenever you’re ready then,”

Keigo’s hands lay on the white and black pieces, awaiting the right signal to himself to start playing. He calms his senses and takes a sharp inhale of breath. His fingers then start to wander and dance on the piano and the first notes are finally played.

Rumi waits for the repetitive beginning to finally come to an end and joins Keigo in the next measure. The piano and the sound of the lyre start to compliment each other, Rumi is impressed that she can play better with the guidance of a piano… Or maybe it’s Kei— NOPE IT'STHE PIANO.

The flow of the music was so enchanting, the music was attracting the people who weren’t assigned to the studio. The piece itself was already hard to play on the piano alone, concentration only became harder for both as they hear people crowding the entrance of the room. The pressure was killing the pair in the most silent yet obvious manner.

Don’t fuck up, Rumi. Don’t you dare fuck it up now? It’s going to be so fucking embarrassing for Keigo if you dare mess it up. Oh my fucking god, too fast, too fast, too fAST—

It was obvious that the piece was escalating for some reason and Rumi was panicking at the pace they were going for many reasons. One, the tan girl hasn’t memorized the piece, meaning she has to look at both the piece and her xylophone. She’s starting to wonder why on earth she’s speeding up.

Was she not following the time signature? Maybe she didn’t time the rests right. Shit, did she forget to play a note again? Rumi looks at Keigo and everything starts to fall into place. Keigo is panicking.

Keigo’s eyes were so focused on playing the piece it was like he was solely playing the piano on his own. His fingers are going too fast, it wasn’t obvious to the audience but he was a least two beats advanced. He’s forgetting what piece even was in the first place. His eyes are too wide. Keigo is going too fast.

“Keigo!” Rumi screams out. Keigo hears it and he turns around and he finally sees it. Rumi isn’t looking at him but he can see her struggle, the way her eyes are flipping from the notes to the actual instrument was her way of panicking and telling Keigo to slow it down, any faster and she’s going to have to make a mistake on the way of trying to keep up.

“Sorry,” Keigo mouths out and he tries to mellow down the speed but it ends up being too fast for Rumi’s speed again. Rumi hasn’t seen Keigo’s response Rumi feels like her arm is about to fall off. She’s just pulling through the fact that the song is about to end… Okay maybe choosing the six-minute version of the song was a bad idea.

The song finally ends and they get applause from the people who were watching them. The pair never really processed how many people were watching. It looked like only a few caught on to the fact that they were a bit too fast and the fact they ended a bit early because of it.

Keigo and Rumi share a hug and Rumi hit’s Keigo’s nape in the process. “That was pretty stupid of you, Keigo,”

“Sorry about that,”

Keigo and Rumi turn to the crowd and simply bows in gratitude.

“What is going on in here?” The head of the lyre group comes in, the crowd quiets down their noise. It shows on their face that they have no idea why there is a crowd and why Rumi and Keigo are bowing as it turns out the head of the lyre group has just arrived in the building and hasn’t watched the entire scene play out.

“Ah, Keigo was helping me practice,” Rumi explains with a bright smile, satisfied she even finished the song. The leader raises an eyebrow as Keigo bows in front of them, a way of greeting.

“Is that so?”

“She couldn’t get the timing right,” Keigo explains, why he is helping her in the first place.

The leader crosses their hands on their chest, “It sounds to me, you also couldn’t get the timing right, Keigo,” They say with a menacing voice.

“He got nervous, chill out,” Rumi defends.

“A musician that can’t play at the right time signature shouldn’t be playing in the first place,” The leader says, smirking. They’ve pissed off Keigo, it was obvious by the way he was looking down, fist clenched. He’s holding in every urge to bite back at the way the leader was taunting the pair.

“Is that your way of telling Rumi her song choice sucked?” Keigo quietly asks.

“Excuse me?”

“You weren’t here for the performance, more likely you came by the end of it, I can see it in your face,” Keigo points out the bewilderedness of the guy the moment they came in. He can tell that they haven’t calmed down from the shock of the people and the ending of the song.

“That’s not what I—“

“I wasn’t finished,” Keigo says, Rumi is freaking out. She’s trying to calm Keigo down by gripping his arm and silent whispers, scolding his name but Keigo persists and continues, “Now, if you’re going to tell me and Rumi that the piece she chose doesn’t suit your style, then maybe you shouldn’t be a leader because of that selfish thought, 3/4 of your lyre group are already here and they are looking at you with pretty nasty looks,” Keigo reminds the leader as he points to some people in the crowd and the leader sees their members looking at him menacingly or not even looking at them.

“Anyways, if you don’t like the help of other people from your same orchestra, maybe you should take a chill pill,” Keigo says, packing up his stuff and leaving.

“Keigo— wait!” Rumi says, gathering her stuff as well and following shortly, completely ignoring her leader.

“Where are you going?” She says after chasing up to the blond man.

“Home,”

“Let me come with you,”

“but—“ Keigo tries to retort, seeing that the silver-haired girl still has work and has to present the piece they were practicing in the first place yet that same girl cuts him off,

“It’s the least I could do after everything you said, dumbass,”

“Fine,” Keigo sighs continues on his journey with Rumi.

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They both wait for the subway train to arrive, and as they do so, a new but familiar voice enters their conversation, “Hello there, young bird,”

Rumi is shocked to hear an old voice from behind her so she turns around. Keigo already knew the voice so his calm stature doesn’t change, “Hello,” Keigo says, bowing in respect.

“Where are you going?” The old lady asks.

“Home, people at work like to be asses today,”

“I get that, you have a pretty guest too,” The old lady points at Rumi who has a tint of blush on her cheeks after being called pretty.

“Hi, I’m Rumi Usagiyama,” She says, bowing as well

“Hello there, little bunny, ah… well I have to be going, have a wonderful day you two,” The elderly woman says, looking at her watch and departing.

“Take care!” Keigo says as he watches her depart from them. He notices the soft gaze of Rumi as she watches the elder woman disappear, “… you like being called pretty~” He says, teasing the smaller human.

“N-NO I DO NOT,” Rumi says, eyes wide, color creeping up her cheeks, and hits Keigo’s shoulder on instinct.

“Hey, what was that for?” Keigo says a hand goes to the injured area. Not all that injured but still painful.

Rumi rolls her eyes, “You are annoying,”

“You like it when I’m annoyin— okAY OKAY I’LL STOP,” Keigo tries to bite back but Rumi is already a step ahead and pinches and twists Keigo’s ear. The train finally arrives and the two finally calm down and board the train.

___________________

They are finally walking to what Keigo calls his home. As they walk through, Rumi notices how this path seems familiar. Too familiar. It’s like she knows it because she’s been here every day. That’s exactly what it was.

Is he going to make a left there? But I also live there. Then straight ahead for two intersections then another left. wAIT A SECOND—

“You live here?” Rumi asks and the question catches Keigo off guard. Of course, he lives here, where else was this girl expecting?

“Yeah… is there a problem?”Keigo slowly answers. Rumi’s brain is doing the most before short-circuiting again, everything seems to fall into place.

“Did you just so happen to hear instruments playing from your other neighbors?” Rumi asks an oddly specific question “Cause ya know, you’re not the only one who can play an instrument.” She explains and Keigo nods.

“Yeah, just yesterday this neighbor of mine must’ve been pissed~ they were making the most random of notes I swear, poor xylophone just wanted some rest,” He chuckles and Rumi nods. Did this asshat just say xylophone? yeSTERDAY?!

“ARE YOU THE ONE WHO PLAYED CLAIR DE LUNE THE OTHER DAY?!” Rumi again asks a specific question and Keigo answer it absent-mindedly.

“Yes, how did you—“

“WE’RE NEIGHBORS YOU FUCKHEAD,” Rumi freaks out and Keigo doesn’t seem to be on the same page as her.

“… what?”

“The xylophone playing yesterday wAS ME,” Rumi explains that she was the mastermind of the horrific music and Keigo slowly starts to understand.

“YOU?!?!” Keigo points at a laughing Rumi. “WHY WERE YOU PISSED?!”

“CAUSE I LEFT THIS GODDAMN PORTFOLIO AND THE LEADER GOT PISSED AT ME FOR IT,” Rumi explains while waving the envelope she was looking for one and a half days ago.

“BUT I RETURNED IT TO YOU” Keigo tries to make sense of the situation

“EXACTLY WHY I WAS PISSED,” Rumi says as Keigo shakes his head, everything finally clicks into place and they both have calmed down, “Thank you, for a while ago,” Rumi silently says, remembering how they even found out the new information in the first place. She sees her house and yet they turn the opposite way.

“Hmm? Oh, no problem, was getting sick and tired of them treating you like shit anyway,” Keigo simply says as they finally arrive at his home, Rumi feels weirded out at the fact that she isn’t at her house but the house right in front of it.“Care for coffee, neighbor?”

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The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

my rating: 5/5 stars

On the night of a party gone wrong in Garden Heights, or “the hood”, Starr and her childhood best friend, Khalil, drive away only to be stopped by a white police officer. Khalil, unarmed, gets shot right in front of Starr’s eyes. Alas, Starr’s worlds—Garden Heights and Williamson, a predominantly white prep school—collide as word of Khalil’s death spreads and she is the only witness. Will Starr be able to bring justice to Khalil via riot and protests, or will he be remembered as a drug dealer and a thug?

"Funny how it works with white kids though. It's dope to be black until it's hard to be black"

Link to Goodreads || Spoiler-free review

A few things to check out:

Dear White People (Netflix)

When They See Us (Netflix)

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race (Book)

A list of places to donate to / one YT video if you’re unable to donate

Here’s a post that is much more comprehensive

let me know if any of the links don’t work, I will update them :)

There’s a reason why this book has quite a few awards on the front—this book covers what some may consider a “taboo” topic aka racism, but it’s an issue. I’m writing this review slightly earlier than before I’m posting it, but right now the current news is about George Floyd’s death, which is arguably more brutal than what happened in this book, but the fact that some police officers still think race has something to do with one’s intentions is outrageous and disgusting. Even in Canada, there have been instances of racism across history (spoiler: Canada isn’t a ‘saint nation’, even though the population is very diverse).

For these reasons, I think this book, while it is triggering, I think it should be fit into the curriculum for students to read so that they may be educated on racism, and how it can literally kill others, as well as to try and dismantle the systematic racism that is imposed on us from a young age. I can never sit here and tell you that I can experience what Starr went through (or what any POC—black or otherwise—has ever been through), I can only educate myself and emphasize with what’s been said/done to you—please call me out if I’ve said something that may be offensive and feel free to correct me if I’ve said anything wrong.

Alright now on with the book review! This book is so raw and powerful, Thomas does a great job of describing the scenes and the emotions Starr goes through during each scene. We get to see how she feels about dating a white boy while being black herself, how her neighbourhood is beautiful despite it being described as the hood, we also get to see how Starr’s demeanor completely changes while she’s at school vs when she’s visiting her family. While Thomas’ writing may be simple, she does a great job of capturing those moments and the emotions tied within the scene.

As we get to see Starr becoming a witness and taking legal action, I wasn’t sure where the story was headed. Would Khalil get justice and would the cop go to jail? How would Starr’s mental health be affected? Will her family be okay? (Don’t you just love it when there’s so much more conflict in the story that needs to be resolved and yet there are only 2 chapters left) Etc. etc. The thing about The Hate U Give is that there are multiple story lines, which help to drive the story forwards. Those plotlines didn’t feel out of place or forced—everything seemed to progress at a reasonable pace.

I feel like one of the key parts of this story are the characters and their dynamics to the story. The most obvious being between Starr and her family. Although Starr has her own secrets that she keeps from her dad (*cough cough* Chris *cough cough*), I feel like they still have a strong bond, especially as the story went on and her dad, Maverick, stood behind Starr, even when things went south. (I could also 100% relate to Starr bickering with her brothers—even her half-brother). Then there’s Chris, which I kinda feel weird about him...which I feel like it’s a spoiler so I’ll talk about it under the cut. Overall, I’m glad that while he doesn’t understand what Starr has been through, he doesn’t judge her—he listens to her story and he also stays by Starr’s side at all times. I appreciate that Thomas didn’t put too much focus on the romance, otherwise I think it would’ve detracted from the main message. Finally, there are Starr friends. Even though we only got to know Khalil for a bit at the beginning, I like that Starr’s friendship with him was sprinkled throughout the story, even if it was in subtle ways. You could tell that, while their friendship may have fallen apart, Starr really cared for him and he was at the forefront of her mind. We also get to see Maya and Haliey’s friendship with Starr...and I can’t talk much about that without spoilers :/ let’s just say...it was interesting…

While I can’t exactly relate to Starr on an emotional/traumatic/life experience level, I love that we are both Harry Potter fans and she runs a Tumblr (which idk why but I’m always taken aback when books have Tumblrs?? Yet here we are). I appreciate that she tries to see the best in people, until they prove her wrong (or give her a reason to not like them). I think Starr is a strong role model in the sense that she stands up for herself and is determined to get justice, although she’s not cocky about it. It’s quite the opposite, she doubts herself—I just remember that there were so many parts where she blamed herself for not recalling every single detail of the incident or not putting emphasis on the type of person Khalil was to avoid him getting stereotyped. Starr also questioned her relationship with Chris, albeit she seemed a bit naive at some points. Because of Starr’s strong personality and her core values, the message of The Hate U Give is so much stronger, hence why I feel like everyone should read this novel.

Finally, I learned a lot from this novel. Regardless of the fact that this is a fictional book, it is very much based on the realities of Black people and the hardships they must endure on a daily basis. To be honest, I feel so dumb for not even realizing that the title spells out THUG and runs parallel with Tupac’s meaning of THUG LIFE. Mind you, now when I look at the cover, it’s all I see. I also didn’t realize that Black kids and teens are taught how to act around the police—all to be avoided to get arrested, shot, or killed—which is frankly, messed up. Thomas also takes the time to address the names she used, intentionally to give another layer of the book, which I feel that it is based on reality. I can definitely see why this book has received so many awards—and if this book were implemented in schools, it would allow the discussion on racism to be opened and it would also allow kids to see that not all authors are white, old men (looking at you, Shakespeare, which tbh the only good play I read was Macbeth).

I wanted to thank you for reading my review; if you’ve read this book, I’d love to know your thoughts. Below the cut, I have a spoiler section that I wanted to include (which I might add in future reviews, idk though).

Please stay safe and healthy,

~ Cassandra / an-avid-reader

THE REMAINDER OF THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

Okay, I’m not going to lie, but I thought that no one knew about Chris; didn’t Starr mention within the first few chapters that she can’t introduce him to her family because she’s afraid of what they’ll say/judge her for dating a white boy? But then, it turns out it’s just her dad that doesn’t know about him??? Idk if my memory is really that bad or if it’s such a slim detail (maybe it actually is an inconsistency o.O). But anyways, I love how Maverick was just playing with him (and making it clear that Chris would be in big trouble if he hurt Starr). I’m also not sure if he has a fetish for Black women (which Starr also pointed that out)—which I don’t know how to feel about that. I know some people have a thing for people of colour (Asians are commonly a fetish too, for example) but then some guys also have a thing for super short girls? Um yeah. I’ll probably leave it at that.

I’m not sure if it was just me, but I deadass thought Seven was going to be a gangbanger. He was sooooo suspicious anytime King was mentioned (which I get King is with Seven’s biological mom, but still I can’t be the only one who was suspicious, right?). I have to give him props though for putting his sisters’ needs before his own and for also listening to Iesha’s point of view. This man doesn’t give on people easily, and that’s a nice change.

The last thing I wanted to include in this spoiler section is Haliey. I just— wtf man. She perfectly embodies the issue and idk she gave me such Karen vibes. It’s so frustrating that she just accepted the newspaper’s article story at face value—I don’t even think she even took the time to listen to the other point of view. I’m so glad that Starr punched her in the face, even though that resulted in her getting in trouble. And it’s not even towards just Starr that she was racist! When Maya opened up about Haliey’s comments, I was pretty infuriated. I think Haliey’s comments came from a place of ignorance or a lack of education, but it just bothered me that she just brushed it off. Smh “it was just a joke” or “get over it” *rolls eyes* Just apologize, Haliey, and educate yourself, please. Actually, maybe she could take lessons from Mr. Warren, their english teacher because he was lowkey a G. I was pleased to see he was a teacher (who are often seen as role models) that actually gave a crap about Starr and what she was going through. I guess we just need to be more attentive to what people have to say and be more empathetic when they’re hurt.

#just one more ~ queue #book review #the hate u give #angie thomas #blm #black awareness #booklr #reading #read #favourite

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yeah, we’ll be alright / p. moynihan

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

my masterlist!

title from you and me by niall horan

mentions of vomiting and rude names

you heard your bedroom door open and shut before a knock sounded against the bathroom door, “y/n?”

“i took it already, p,” you said, letting your head thump against the door. you hear him sigh before you hear another thud against the door and him sliding down. “i’m scared.”

“me too,” he mumbled.

your eyes don’t leave the white stick with the pink cap that rested on your sink. your heart pounds against your chest as you pull on the strings of the hoodie you were wearing, “you don’t have to stay, you know, if it comes out positive.”

he scoffs, “i’m not leaving you, y/n. whether it’s positive or negative, you’re stuck with me.”

your phone starts ringing, signaling the end of the timer. your entire body stiffens as you hear patrick breathe deeply on the other side of the door. your shaky hand reaches for the plastic and you close your eyes as it wraps around it.

you count to three four separate times before actually opening them. your eyes read the single word multiple times before a sob rakes through your body. you hear patrick stand and start jiggling the doorknob, pleading for entry. your hand raises and twists the lock, moving so he could open it.

he doesn’t say anything. he just squats down and picks you up, carrying you over to your bed. you were still clutching the positive test in your hand as he tucked you into his chest, assuring things would be fine. you don’t know how long you lay there sobbing, but when you finally stopped, the sun had already set.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, voice scratchy from all of the crying you had done.

he wrapped his arms around you impossibly tighter as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, “please don’t be. if anyone’s at fault, it’s me.”

“we’re gonna have a baby,” you look up at him and he cracks the smallest grin and nods.

“yeah, we’re gonna have a baby.”

at this point, you couldn’t tell if it was your hand that was sweaty or his. you watched his knee bounce through the corner of your eye, biting your lip between your teeth. “can you stop doing that? please?”

“sorry,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand. you crossed your legs before uncrossing them and then crossed them again.

you were the only two people sitting in the waiting room. apparently, people had better things to do at eight a.m. on a monday than be at ob/gyn’s office. both of you should be in first period by now, but this was a priority.

when the door opened and your name was called, you both stood. he followed behind you, waiting as they took your height and weight. the nurse, named kara, shut the door behind her and looked at you with a smile, “this is your first visit, right?”

“yes ma’am,” you said, biting your lip and kicking your feet back and forth where they dangled off the bed.

she explained what would go on, how they were just going to check and verify the pregnancy and let you hear the heartbeat if you wanted. she did her thing, drew some blood and asked about both of your histories and before telling you to lift your shirt over your stomach, “oh! you’ve already got a little bump.”

you’d noticed it yesterday after you’d stepped out of the shower. your stomach had started to jut out at the bottom. you sent patrick a picture and he said ‘i love you. and bean.’

she turned out the lights before putting the gel on your stomach. she pointed towards the screen and you watched as a little blob came into view. “there’s your baby, mom,” she said and tears well up in your eyes, “and there’s the heartbeat.”

she presses a button and the most amazing noise you’d ever heard fills the room. you choke out a laugh as you process the ‘thump thump thump’ that was inside of you. you hear kara say, “are you okay, dad?”

you turn to look at patrick. the usually stoic, cocky attitude boy was replaced by someone who was crying. in the nearly two years you’d known him, you’d never seen him cry. you reach out your hand and he stands, walking over beside you. he brings your hand to his lips.

kara cleans off your stomach and excuses herself, but leaves the picture up for you to see. “hi bean,” you mumble out, watching as the blob shifts slightly, “we’re your parents.”

you didn’t ‘pop’ until four months in. leggings became your best friend along with big hoodies and sweaters.

you’d been able to keep the whole thing on a need to know basis. there had been rumors spreading about you and you heard them, but just chose to ignore them. your parents, though disappointed, supported you and wanted you happy. patrick’s parents and siblings all flew in the weekend after you broke the news and had pretty much the same reaction as your parents. the boys, though utterly shocked, were excited and already calling godfather. “if i die,” patrick had stated, “i don’t want any of you responsible for my child.”

one day in the middle of the week, you had decided you actually wanted to look half decent. you slipped on your maternity jeans and a sweater that didn’t hug the bump, but made it obvious that you were pregnant. you arrived that day and walked straight to first period, not immune to the whispers that followed you. you made it to second before your hand shot up and you asked to be excused.

you ran to the girls bathroom and hurled your breakfast into the toilet before leaning back against the stall wall. the tears start to fall as you replay the things that you’d heard that day:

‘she just wanted to trap him, i bet.’

‘she’s ruining a career that hasn’t even started yet.’

‘skank.’

you hear the door open and the hurried footsteps of someone. you watch as the door flies open and patrick’s looking at you worriedly. he squats down in front of you, hands framing your face as his thumbs wipe your tears. “what happened, gorgeous?”

and you tell him. you tell him everything and he holds on to you as you do so, just like he’s done almost everyday for the past few months. he pulls you up and walks you over to the sink, drying your face for you. he presses a kiss to your hair, “i’ve got a sweatshirt in my car with your name on it if you want it?”

“please.”

during the prime of your pregnancy was also the last few months of patrick’s time in the ntdp. so that meant he was gone, a lot, and he missed a lot, too.

when you first felt the baby kick, for example, you were in the middle of science class while patrick was in the middle of a a game in sochi. your body stiffened as you felt the nudge against your midsection, before a grin took over your face. you place your hand where it kicked and pushed, receiving another.

all day, you’d been pushing that spot and always received a nudge in return. when you got home, you dropped down on your bed and lifted up your shirt, watching as your stomach jutted out with another kick.

you called patrick a short time later and told him the news. he was visibly upset, but had a very serious conversation with the bump that they had to do it when he got home. a week later, patrick barged into your room and dropped onto your bed, “do the thing.”

you giggled before sliding up your sweatshirt and poking your tummy. you didn’t get a reaction so you poke it again before sighing, “they might be sleeping, p.”

“they’ve got four more months to sleep, y/n. daddy’s home and wants to see them kick.” he grumbles moving so that his mouth is beside your rounded stomach. he clears his throat, “hi baby, it’s me, patrick, your dad. now, i know that i was gone for a little bit and you had to hear me through a phone, but i’m back now and i was hoping you could do that thing you did for your mom? please?”

you giggle at the way patrick is staring at your stomach, not blinking. he sighed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the skin. as soon as he moved back, a lump forms in the side and you grunt. patrick looks elated as he kisses the spot again, you getting another particularly hard kick to the side.

“that’s enough,” you pout, shoving his head away. he laughed before placing his big, warm hand over your stomach. you place yours on top of his, “i love you.”

another kick.

everything wasn’t always perfect, though.

one night when you were in your last trimester, you woke up from a nap to sharp pains in your stomach. you screamed for you mom and she darted in. they felt to strong to be braxton hicks, you insisted, and she drove you to the emergency room.

it was the one night patrick had gone out in months and he wasn’t answering his phone. you called alex, who thankfully answered on the second ring. “what’s u-”

“put patrick one the phone. now!” you shout squeezing your mother’s hand. you hear him mumble a panicked ‘ok’ before there’s distilling and patrick’s voice comes through the phone. you cut him off too, “you need to get to the hospital. like, right now.”

“is- is it time?” he stutters a sudden haste in his tone as he starts swearing. “where’s my fucking- i need someone to drive me!”

he gets there twenty minutes after you do and runs into your room. your mom explains that they have to run some tests and that you’ll be here for a while. they did turn out to false contractions and you were sent home a few days later with an order to stay on strict bedrest.

patrick swore he wasn’t leaving your side again.

at first, you insisted on patrick going to the draft. it was such an important day in his life, but with you already a week past your due date, it just wasn’t gonna happen. and you were glad he didn’t go.

your water broke just past two o’clock in the morning on june twenty second. you rushed to the hospital for the second time and not two hours later, just before five, loud cries reverberated around the hospital room.

they laid all eight pounds and seven ounces of her on your chest and that’s when you started crying. patrick kisses your head repeatedly while they wipe her off. the doctor hands him the scissors to cut the cord before they take her away.

that day, you received an endless amount of calls from the boys. they were already booking your daughter’s time and asking what kind of presents she would like to receive. “trevor, dude, she’s six hours old.”

that night, you sat your laptop up on the table and streamed the draft. patrick held onto your daughter as his name was called. you look up at him with the biggest smile before glancing down to the baby in his arms.

“hear that? daddy’s gonna be a devil,” you smirk tiredly, “but we already knew that, didn’t we amelia joy?”

#patrick moynihan #patrick moynihan imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #college hockey imagine #new jersey devils #my work

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x-whyareyoureadingthis-x · 5 years

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Frank Iero and the Future Violents Concert

I'm still dizzy, and it's been more than 12hours but that's fine because it was So. Fucking. Amazing. And I'm not gonna stop talking about it any time soon.

So it all started pretty awful: the two hours I need to get there turned into five due to traffic jams, the weather forecast said cloudy but dry, 16°C (60°F), but it was streaming rain and only 10°C (50°F) and I only had my hoodie. But luckily there were roofs to stand under.

I didn't get in as one of the first people, but because all the others crowded around the middle, where Frank would be standing, I got a lot of space at the side.

Mobina Galore was so, so good. I listened to their songs on Saturday to get a feeling for them, and they are good on record. But they are fucking great live. Marcia, the drummer, played barefeeted (I only know that Andy Hurley does that too), and she is super pretty. What was really cool for me to see was that she is about my height and stature, and it was just so great to see someone "like me" (aka not slim as a beanstalk) on stage. And Jenna has such a hypnotising atmosphere while playing. I was grinning like a fool the entire time.

But who I really came to see were the Future Violents. Because I was standing far at the side, Evan was right in front of me, but I also got the most amazing view on Frank and Kayleigh. Only Matt was mostly covered by Frank, and Tucker was hidden behind his drums 😖

One thing I couldn't stop thinking about when it came to their performance: the hair

A ranking from most to least likely to see nothing because if hair:

Evan. He loves headbanging. And about half of the time he can't have seen anything bc he looked like It from Adam's Family. Also: super soft looking hair.

Tucker. The dude just manages to get the hair into his eyes all the time

Frank. Short hair but still in his face. And once he started sweating, it stayed there

Kayleigh. She just had a single strand of hair that contined getting into her vision bc she's a clever girl and used a hair tie

Matt. Also clever: short hair.

Also worth mentioning: Kayleigh is still and always will be fucking beautiful, she's like an angel, seriously. Also I never noticed the piano in "Medical Square Gardens" but it's so beautiful, wow.

Tucker's drumming is an art in itself. It's not about performance necessarily, but just the way he hit the Ride...

Matt is pretty stationary, but does this little nodding along

Evan, as I already said: headbanging. Loads. Also he has a super nice voice (I barely heard Frank, but Evan was well audible, I think I stood right in the blast of his monitor), and he's just generally perfect. Perfect hair, beautiful face, fucking talented (and after their set I asked for a pick and he gave me one *fangirl squealing*)

And last but not least, Frank. Being Frank. Jumping, shouting, singing, rocking... Favourite quote of the night "this next song is about me, and it might be about you too" and then he started playing "I'm a mess" and I've really felt that. Also when the techy prepared the stage, he tapped the cables to the stage, every cable getting one stripe of tape, maybe two, and Frank’s guitar cable got like ten. I think that says a lot about his dynamics on stage. But we all know how he can be, don’t we?

The whole show was amazing. I can barely talk today, and the concert was the best therapy I've had in ages.

The bass and the drums make everything vibrate, and it feels like all the negative stuff gets shaken loose and with the next bang in the music the sound just blasts everything away, out of your body. And you can scream the lyrics along, shout out all the frustration, all the lines that always hit you in the guts like they do, tear out the bad things that make them so important to you, and having Frank and Evan scream these words right back at you, watching Kayleigh nodding along while playing the keyboard, Matt rocking the bass and Tucker blasting these beats right into your heart... It's the most liberating feeling I can imagine. (I don't need antidepressants, I need punk rock concerts).

I think the white guitar leaning against the orange speaker is Frank's, but Evan was playing it.

But one of the most special moments of the night was after Laura Jane Grace had finished, and the Techies started packing up. I had written a letter to the band, telling them how their music got me through life on a daily basis. I was still debating on whether to give it to the one tech guy (he was in a picture with Frank recently, I think, and I also know him from two years ago), or the merch guy (who was super sweet. It feels like all the merch people are always super lovely). But I was scared they might lose it, and I didn’t want to give it to them while they were still in the middle of working.

And then Tucker goes on stage and helps with his drums. But I didn’t want to bother him while he was working as well, but then I spotted Kayleigh as she was walking towards the stage (you can see the access to the stage from the audience, and the door to the parking lot is directly on the other side of the stage too). So I start walking to the stage, but see the security guard. He’s been standing next to me during the concert most of the time, so he already knows me, and he’s giving me this look. So, about equally far away from the stage as from him, I ask if I can quickly go to the stage, but he’s like “nah, not really.” So I tell him I just quickly want to hand Kayleigh something, and he asks what I could possibly want to give her, making me tell him I wrote a letter, and he’s about to half-heartedly deny me that, but Kayleigh is already half-way over the stage so I’m thinking I’m faster than this guy, and he doesn’t really seem to care anyway, so I just quickly run over and call her, making her turn around. Security guard couldn’t care less (I think the clue was that I asked. He probably would have interfered if I hadn’t). So I give her the letter, saying it’s just to let them all know how much their music means to me, and she gets all flattered and smiley and surprised and happy. I added that I saw her two years ago, and was really looking forward to seeing her here again, and she even remembered the venue (another one from yesterday), and then she asked for my name (aka killing me). When we had said good bye, I walked past the security guard again, and thanked him, wishing him a good night. Only got a disinterested nod. I’m really glad I was cocky enough to give this thing a chance. A year ago I would have been too scared to possibly get into trouble, but I think the whole rebellious thing is starting to work for me.

So all in all: very very very great evening, and as expected: my expectations have been exceeded.

#frank iero and the future violents #frank iero #kayleigh goldsworthy #evan nestor #tucker rule #matt armstrong #concert #backstage münchen #münchen #munich #mobina galore #laura jane grace #laura jane grace and the devouring mothers #a-fucking-mazing #better than therapy

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thegoblinboy · 5 years

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Football

Prompt: Billy and Steve are on the football team and need to learn how to get along.

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Half of the school would definitely agree that there was a few reasons why their football team always lost their games.

It was because of the hot head of Billy Hargrove and the snarky remarks from Steve Harrington that caused the team to always loose.

When ever Billy got to cocky Steve would bring him back down to size by one simple comment.

When ever this happened Billy would then take his full attention on Steve and say another snarky remark towards Steve and the both of them would get into a argument that once in awhile ended up with Billy throwing a punch at Steve and the whole team breaking them up.

Now the coach has warned them that if they get into one more fight that he would kick them off the team. But it never happens. Billy is the best defense player on his team while Steve is the best runner. And also because of the fact that the man had a memory problem.

So when the two boys get into the hundredth fight, the coach is ready to have a mental breakdown.

Billy had something about how Steve was running a little slow, which Steve replied with something that no one really could hear but Billy already had his fist on Harrington’s face before anyone could get to them.

Tommy was already tackling Steve to the ground and four of the guys already had Billy restrained back as he yells profanites at Steve.

The coach had about enough of this shit. Every single practice this shit would happen and he was ready to just quite coaching.

“Hargrove! Harrington! Get your asses over here!" He yells. He only yells during games to support the boys and only has to raise his voice a little when it came to practice. So everyone knew he was pissed.

The boys let go of Billy's arms hesistantly already ready to jump on him again if needed be. Tommy gets up off from Steve and does the same as everyone else.

Billy already was in front of coach looking right into his eyes. They both were the same height. If coach wasn't so pissed he would say some comment about how bad Billy smelt. The mixture of sweat, dirt and cologne really didn't mix well.

Steve was right next to him after getting up looking at him to.

“You both are gonna be on god damn bench during the next game and you are gonna be wearing your gear and supporting your team. Now both of you give me ten laps if you are going to slow then give me twenty now get your asses moving before I kick you off the team and have the school suspend the both of you.” coach yells in both of their faces.

Billy was beyond pissed and says, “Yes Coach." The same time as Steve. The prick he thinks to himself and he starts running down the field to start one lap.

Steve hadn't slept well the night before and he was way to tired to do this. He starts running and he trys to go his normal speed. But he can't. He would be normally passed Hargrove by now which was pissing him off so much.

Steve continues running pushing his legs to go faster irritated at himself. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and pushes pass Billy who was running his normal.

Steve goes pass him and makes it pretty far away from him before he felt like he was gonna collapse. Which if he did his pride would definitely be ruined.

Steve was going way passed his limit and he was only on his fourth lap while Billy was about to go on his fourth. Steve moves to run around the coach but his shoulders were pulled back by the coach and the older man looked at him.

Billy wasn't the only one that had noticed that Steve wasn't playing 100 percent today. So did coach.

Steve was panting and was sweating out buckets. He was a bit light headed and dizzy but once again his pride was the in the way.

“Harrington you don't look so hot are you ok?" Coach says as Steve nods his head yes but he stumbles back a little and the coach catches him helping him sit down on the ground.

“Hargrove!" The coach yells as he sees the other boy quickly moves to the coach his eyes going down to the older boy but goes back to the coach.

“Your the strongest guy on the team help Harrington to the nurse before he gets himself hurt. And before you fucking say anything get over what ever girly shit you both have going on and just take the boy to the nurse." The Coach spits out at Billy who just nods his jaw tightens up and moves helping the other boy who could barely stand.

“Coach I can get to the nurse myself." Steve says but the coach just ignores him and goes back to doing his job, coaching.

Billy on the other hand was already complaining in his own way. He forced Steve up a little bit as he almost starts to drag him a long behind him.

Steve was like a rag doll at the moment as he says, “Hargrove slow down jesus." Steve says before he starts to walk moving his feet the best he can behind the angry teenage boy.

Hargrove rolls his eyes, “Awe is the poor baby gonna cry if I don't?" He says not really believing that Steve was sick. Most of the team faked being sick to get out of laps. Billy has forced himself to puke one time when he was younger in California so he didn't have to run fifteen laps for basketball for purposely shoving a younger player that was two grades below him.

The minute the both of them go around the corner of the wall of the back of the school Billy let's go of Steve who ends up stumbling into the wall.

“Alright Harrington he can't see you stop the damn acting. You don't have to run those laps anymore." Billy says chuckling as he looks over at the football field where coach was having all the guys practice receiving.

Steve stumbles up against the wall rubbing his eyes due to the dizziness. He was probably dehydrated or something. He had no idea. He continues to work his way to the nurses office alone like he wanted to do before.

Billy looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Jesus Harrington your acting skills are amazing. But I don't think you have to fake being sick." He says right as Steve almost falls and he quickly moves forward like the coach and grabs him.

“Why the hell would I be faking being sick. Im not no bitch I would run all the laps still if I could even stand up." Steve says irritated groaning a little trying to move out of Billy's arms.

“I have no damn idea. All the guys have already faked being sick to get out or practice I assumed you would to." Billy answers showing a teeny bit of concern now but not to much that Steve could pick up on it.

Steve looks up at the other boy straight in his eyes, “Yeah and all the other guys eat Doritos and drink Pepsi on a daily basis what do you expect them to do." He says.

Billy shrugs not really caring about the other boys. All he knew was that Harrington wasn't gonna make it into the school without not getting hit with a car from the parking lot that lead to the backdoors.

Billy moves and takes Steve again, which Steve shoves him away trying to move away from Billy. Billy rolls his eyes and grabs at Steve again.

“Harrington I'm not gonna get kicked off the team because you decided to not let me get you in the school and you get hit with a car because a drunk man walks better than you can at the moment." Billy says.

Steve still struggles anyway. “Yeah like you aren't gonna kicked off the team, Coach will probably forget and you'll stay on defense." Steve says trying to push pass the boy.

“Harrington, I swear to god if you continue struggling I'm gonna give you another shiner that matches the other one on your face." Billy spits out pissed and irritated now.

By times Billy was able to get Steve to the building it was ten minutes later. Those minutes consisted of Steve arguing with Billy and Billy trying his best not to punch him.

Steve sighs when they get through the doors, the air conditioner hitting him. It felt amazing but it still didn't help the dizziness and the light headiness.

“Hargrove, garbage can." Steve groans as Billy looks at him confused but when Steve throws his hand over his mouth to stop from puking all over and literally shoves Billy away and throws himself at the garbage Billy understood, after Steve starts throwing up.

Steve had one hand on the Garbage to hold himself up and the other holding his hair out of his face the best he can.

Billy didn't bother helping and just looked away not really wanting to see anything that would leave him gagging.

When Steve was finished he sits down back against the garbage wiping his mouth. Now a bit pale as he says, “Sorry."

Billy didn't respond at all except cross his arms and wait for Steve to be able to even get up. Billy was now a hundred and ten percent sure that this boy was sick considering Steve would never apologize. He was way to stubborn to apoligize.

Steve trys moving to stand up as Billy moves hesitating a little and wraps his arm around him to pull him up and to help him walk again.

“Harrington if you pull all over my damn cleats you are gonna get me a new pair." He says in a disgusted tone as he helps Steve continue the twenty minute walk to the nurses office.

Luckily since school was out no one seen them going down the hall together which was one grateful thing Billy was thinking about.

So when they get to the nurse the lady was already to Billy and Steve's side helping them walk in.

She has Steve sit down on the bed before asking if he was feeling up to talking. Steve nods his head as Billy stood next to the wall arms crossed. Only reason why he was staying was so that he didn't have to go back and run laps.

“Sounds like you are a bit deyhdrated and the lack of sleep didn't help you all that much either." The nurse says grabbing a cup of water. “Can your parents come pick you up?" She asks as she moves to the phone to call them.

Steve shakes his head no as he drinks his water, “No, they are on another buisness trip for the rest of the week. They won't be back till next Monday." He says as the Nurse nods her head not picking up the phone.

“Is there any sibling you can have pick you up then? Any Family memebers?" She asks him.

“No, I'm and only child and my parents don't like talking to the rest of the family the closest family member is in a different state." Steve says as the nurse nods her head sighing.

Billy was actually kind of eavesdropping on this conversation listening to all the explanations that Steve would give the nurse.

“Alright, how bout that girlfriend of yours? Will she be able to pick you up?" The nurse asks.

“My Ex? Nah she's probably to busy giving Byers head at the moment." Steve says as he coughs a little.

The nurse sighs, “Steve am I gonna have to give you a ride home again?" She asks.

“Yes." Steve answers as Billy raised a eyebrow.

The nurse sighs as she nods her head and grabs a pillow and blanket for Steve.

“Why don't you rest, I have to stay here until six before I can go home." She goes and sits at her desk as Steve slowly starts taking off his gear to set to the side.

Billy was still standing there when the nurse asks him why he was still there. He just shrugs and turns leaving the office.

The next day at Practice Steve was feeling a whole lot better. He was running his normal and had to drink extra water so that he didn't get deyhdrated again.

After practice coach pulls him and Billy to the side.

“You two dumbasses need to get the hell along when you are on this field. Hargrove you are my best defense but you aren't playing at your full potential because you are always to busy running your mouth off to Harrington.” coach says as he looks over at Harrington now.

“And you need to stop doing the same thing. Im getting tired of loosing every damn game because the both of you can't get a long.

So Harrington you go out on the fifty mark and Hargrove you go on the twenty five. You both are gonna get along and throw each other footballs you understand!" Coach yells at the both of them as Steve and Billy glare at each other but say yes coach and go running at their positions that they were told to get onto.

So I know this isnt a complete one shot but I think I'm gonna write a fanfic for this because when I was writing it I had so many Ideas that i can't just fit in one shot lol

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thehomierobbstark · 6 years

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Teach Me Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

A/N: This part of the story takes place before the first part and explores how x reader and Erik met. Prepare for a lil humor and sass. Also remember when I said I thought this might be 3 parts? yeah ignore that. we just going on a chapter by chapter basis now lol.

Warnings: Bad humor probably lmao

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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As soon as the elevator doors opened, you stepped out onto the third floor and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to fill your lungs with the crisp air. It was rare when you had the chance to actually explore the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum even though you’d been working there for three months, so you wanted to savor the moment. Understandably, you were always stuck behind your desk on the first floor or constantly flitting from office to office, dropping off and picking up documents and statements from your coworkers. You never got to see much beyond the East wing of the building unless you were arriving to work or leaving from it, and you were pretty sure you were going to lose your goddamn mind if you memorized another detail of the front door without seeing something new.

So that’s why when Christianna, your office mate, asked if you wouldn’t mind taking the bi-annual expenditure report you’d both made up to the Directors’ meeting on the 3rd floor, you jumped at the chance. Literally. You jumped out of your chair, snatching the report out of her hands and all but ran out of the office, hearing the sound of her laughing fading behind you as you headed towards the elevator. You and Christianna had grown pretty close in the last three months you’d both been here, starting only a week apart from each other in the Accounting Department. So she knew you’d been eager to explore all that DC had to offer, including the Smithsonian’s Museums. She also knew you’d been just as eager to avoid seeing Chad from finance stop by to chat with you for what would be the fourth time that day.

You only had 15 minutes to spare before the Directors meeting ended and you could pass off the report, so you had to hurry. You really didn’t want to miss it.

Walking briskly, you made your way through the wide corridors of the museum, hugging the report closely to your chest so you could move quicker. It was surprisingly empty on the third floor, and there was no noise except the rhythmic clacking of your 3-inch suede booties against the marble floor. As you moved closer to the end of the hallway, your excitement grew as the view of the wide room before you started to open up. Reaching the end, you peeked out of the doorway to make sure both sides were clear before darting across the walkway, catching yourself on the railing with one hand and leaning your body against one of the tall pillars. Giddy already, you looked down over the railing and gasped, a wide smile forming across your face.

You saw tons of people mulling about on the first floor of the Rotunda, surrounding the information desks and the huge Elephant statue off-center. Teams of kids and tourists were being led this way and that for tours of the exhibits. All the excited chatter happening below drifted right up to your ears, along with some loud laughter and screams you matched with two toddlers playing hide and seek around one of the pillars with their dads. You absolutely loved people watching, and this was the perfect time for it. Friday’s around noon were always one of the busiest, and it was so fun watching all the excitement unfold down on the first floor. Plus, it was beautiful. You were always interested in architecture, and though you didn’t know much about it, the layout of the room reminded you of old roman structures you’d seen in your high school history books. The autumn sun shined brightly through the rounded windows near the peak of the building, spilling beautifully out onto the floor below like a golden curtain.

You were so caught up in everything you didn’t notice that you were practically gaping around in awe. Unfortunately, this also meant you didn’t notice the tall figure that had managed to creep up and stand right next to you.

“First time here?”

“FUCK!” you yelped, jerking as your arms shoot to your chest to ease your pounding heart, the report falling to the floor in the process. You close your eyes and drop your head to take a few quick deep breaths to calm down, and hear what sounds like muffled laughter next to you. You mentally remind yourself to check your face to prevent from glaring at the sneaky motherfucker that just scared the shit out of you.

You fixed your mouth to irritatedly apologize for cursing when you look up. And up. This nigga was tall. 6 feet at the least. You were grateful you were wearing your heels, otherwise your 5’3.5” self would have been having neck problems looking at him given how close he was. (Yes those .5 inches matter. I can’t reach the top shelf let me be great XD)

You must have been gaping again, because his bearded mouth curled up into a slow smirk as he looked at you, and you swore you could see something glinting in his mouth for a second.

You didn’t know why his height had you looking at him like some star struck preteen. You’d been surrounded by tall people your whole life, so this wasn’t anything new. Granted, it probably had something to do with the incredibly gorgeous man that it was attached to, but you weren’t ready to admit that yet. This creepy jerk had just snuck up on you and made himself comfortable right next to you, as if thats where his ass belonged. So fuck him and his cute ass smile. And his smooth, hazelnut skin and pretty brown eyes. And his- hol’ up. Were those diamond studs in both his ears? Oh my - Focus Y/N!

You cleared your throat as you tried to gather your thoughts, and hopefully some dignity, looking down as you smooth your hands over your peplum dress, spotting the report you’d dropped on the floor a second ago. You start to bend to pick it up but he beats you to it, swiping up the document and offering it to you.

“My bad. I ain’t mean to scare you like that.” he smiles fully, showing off his perfect teeth. This nigga got golds too? Wait a minute.

You accept it, meeting his eyes as you respond, trying to keep your smile small to keep from doing too much. “Thank you. And I apologize, I didn’t mean to curse.” You put your Karen voice on, because you were, after all, still at work, and you didn’t know this man like that.

Remembering his original question, you add, “And no, this isn’t my first time here. I work downstairs in the accounting department.”

Somehow he seems to smile even wider in an odd mixture of cocky and nonchalant. Apparently he was happy with this new information, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated. Whatever sensual cologne he was wearing was already starting to cloud your mind, and you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of this man any more than you already had.

“Forreal? Well aye, maybe you can help me out. I’m lookin for one of the Directors, Dr. Wendy Butler? You know where I can find her?”

Hearing the name, your eyes go wide as you promptly snap back to your senses. You knew exactly where he could find her because she was the one you were supposed to be dropping the expenditure report off to. You’d been so busy staring at cute babies and this mans face that you completely forgot about it.

Checking your watch, you start moving off into the direction of the Directors’ meeting while calling over your shoulder, “Come with me! I’m going to see her right now!”

5 minutes to spare. Good. You didn’t want to risk being late when meeting with the Director, even if it was only for a few minutes, so you quickened your pace a little. Hearing the mans even strides behind you, you suddenly remembered the thin excuse for a thong you decided on wearing when you got dressed that morning, and your back stiffened a little. You could only imagine the view this man was getting of your unrestricted ass moving underneath your dress as you trotted through the corridor, and you mentally cringed. You knew you should have decided on the seamless briefs instead. Maybe thats why Chad from Finance kept coming around.

As if sensing your discomfort, he appeared beside you, bending his head to speak.

“You know, you movin pretty fast with them short legs you got.”

You glance over to him and see that damn smirk back up on his face as he focuses ahead. Oh so he got jokes too? Okay.

“We can’t all cross the ocean in one stride,” you mutter under your breath. You were still a little pissed he’d interrupted your people watching, so you were being a little petty.

“What was that?” he raises both eyebrows, a look of humor hidden somewhere behind them.

“I said how do you know Dr. Butler?” That clearly wasn’t anywhere near what you’d said, but you dared him to call you on it. This man was getting far too comfortable for your liking, and you sensed that he was used to always getting his way by flashing that smile of his. You hoped to have that kind of power one day.

He bit his lip as if to bite back a laugh before answering. “I’m leadin the Wakandan Outreach Program here thats partnering with the museum. I’m here to go over the budget with Dr. Butler.”

The report. You looked down at it in your arms as the pieces clicked in your head. So that was why you and Christianna had been working overtime on the report all week. You’d both found it odd that you were drafting an expenditure report mid year, but figured it had been for an emergency since you’d rushed to complete it. So you had this guy to thank for that too. Great.

Finally reaching the conference room, you peeked through the window to check the status of the meeting so as not to interrupt. Everyone still looked heavily invested in the conversation, so you figured you still had a couple more minutes to spare. “We can wait here, she’ll be done in a second.” you speak.

You moved to lean against the wall, only to see him follow suit out the corner of your eye, settling in right next to you. What was with this guy and personal space?

You didn’t want to risk looking up at him and accidentally giving him a bitch face, so you just cocked your eyebrow and flipped through the pages of the report, fake checking it.

Feeling his eyes on you, you fidgeted and shifted your weight to your other foot, trying to discreetly scoot a few inches over. It wasn’t that you were scared or intimidated by him, but he had a strangely playful energy about him that you felt yourself slowly growing interested in.

You wanted to distance yourself from that feeling.

You were in a new city, at a new job, and at a new stage in your life. You wanted to be selfish. You didn’t want to involve somebody else in your new journey. Though, if you were being honest, you never really wanted to before either. You’d just gotten so used to being on your own up until then. You figured that maybe you just weren’t meant to find someone who…

Before you were able to get lost in your thoughts, the door to the conference room opened, and you stood up, fixing your posture into a presentable manner. As the Directors filed out of the room, you smiled warmly, greeting them while searching for Dr. Butler through the crowd. You noticed the man you came with was still leaned against the wall, looking unbothered by the change in company.

You started to call out for Dr. Butler when she found you first, walking up to you to and greeting you. “Y/N, a pleasure to see you, as always.” She smiled sweetly.

You returned the smile. “Likewise Dr. Butler. I have the report you requested,” you said, handing the paperwork over to her. “And there’s a man here to see you-” you turned towards him only to find that he was, once again, standing right next to you.

He extended his hand to hers for a shake. “Erik Stevens ma’am. We spoke over the phone regarding the budget for the Wakandan Outreach Program?” So he had a Kyle voice too.

“Mr. Stevens! Glad to finally meet you. Look, I’m glad the both of you are here actually, I have to run down to the Ocean Exhibit and talk to security. Seems one of our Octopuses escaped again.” she laughs, rolling her eyes.

“So why don’t you go over the report together? Y/N here is one of our top Budgeting Analysts, so you’re in great hands. Take an extended lunch, on me.”

Before you can open your mouth to protest, she says her goodbyes and walks off down the hallway, taking two security guards and the report with her.

You blow a small breath before facing Mr. Stevens, seeing that slow smirk make its way onto his face.

“So,” he says, looking you up and down. “Where you tryna eat?”

Fucking octopuses.

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Be honest yall was I whack af for calling his skin hazelnut 😂😂😂 I called myself trying to be different lmaooo.

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axelsagewrites · 6 years

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Draco Malfoy*Library

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“Watch where your going, (Y/L/N)” Malfoy sneered.

“Oops. I was blinded by your bad dye job.” I fake smiled, turning back to my friends. “What a twat.” I hate that Malfoy. All Malfoy’s, to be honest.

I'm a Muggle-born who stands up for themselves and takes no crap. Basically, everything he hated. And he’s a cocky, blood elitist who needs to be taken down a peg or two. Aka what I hated.

Luckily we only share transfigurations, astronomy and muggle studies. My three best subjects, and two of his worst. Its always fun getting better than him.

“He might be an arrogant toerag,” Ginny, my friend since her 1st and my 2nd year said, “But you have to admit he’s kinda hot.” I shot her a look “I know, I know. He is a twat. But the hot kind. The worst kind.”

I sigh “Unfortunately your right.”

“I normally am.” I roll my eyes. I refuse to admit but in first year I fancied him. disgusting, I know. But once I talked to him for more than a second the crush disappeared.

Astronomy was a hellish subject since it was at night. After a long day of potions, idiots and tedious work the last thing I wanted to do was walk up the astronomy tower. Sure I like astronomy but that doesn’t mean I like the timing.

Professor Sinstra said a quick hello as I was setting up my station. Soon the rest of the class was there. I was in the middle of looking through my telescope when a hand covered the lens. I huffed “Look who we have here. Little (Y/L/N)” Malfoy sneered.

“Malfoy, please and kindly bugger off you insufferable bigot.”

“Ouch,” he held a hand to his heart if he has one “That hurt.”

“Everyone take your seat,” Professor called.

Malfoy smirked as he went back to his cronies. The class went by as normal but before we packed up she said the dreaded words “Okay class I'm going to partner you up for your assignment.” Damn it.

Everyone groaned as she started listing off names. “Abbot and Parkinson, Goyle and Smith, Malfoy and (Y/L/N)…” She kept going and I groaned, holding my head in my hands. Why? Of all people? Malfoy?

She dismissed us after she told us our assignment. I grabbed my stuff and started to walk down the huge amount of stairs. “(Y/L/N), wait.” I heard a bored voice. I sped up.

I heard people complain and someone rush down the stairs to catch up. Malfoy grabbed my arm and I ripped it away. “What?”

“I'm not getting a bad mark because I don’t like you.”

“How sweet.” I roll my eyes “Look, you suck at Astronomy. I’ll do the work, you show up. Win-win, right?”

“How is that a win?”

I groan “Because you’d mess up the project and this way we don’t need to talk.”

“No.” I sigh “Theirs no way I'm leaving my mark in your hands. Meet me at the library tomorrow at 7.”

I had no time to complain as he fell back to talk to his friends. Great, I need to try work with that. I think my eyes might roll out my head.

When someone says to meet at 7 you’d assume they'd be there at 7. And I got here 5 minutes late. I had already got all the books I thought we’d need for the project. Sitting at the table, tapping my pencil, head in hand, it was already 7:15. We’ve only got 45 minutes before the library shuts.

Eventually, his majesty walks in. “Sorry, I'm late I didn’t want to be here.”

“Me neither.” I glare “I've got the books.”

“Whatever,” He doesn’t even look at me. He grabs a couple of the books “Let's work at the back. I don’t want people thinking I like you.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I don’t even know how long we’ve been doing this project for since theirs no clock back here. Suddenly we hear a loud thud and some rustling. I look at Dra-Malfoy but he’s already looking at me. “What time is it?”

He looks at his watch “8:15. Why?” I'm already rushing out my seat and running to the library door. It's shut. I try the handle and the huge doors don’t budge. I bang on the door but after a couple tries I give up.

“Whats up?” I turn on my heels to face Draco.

“We’ve been locked in.”

“What?” Now he rushes to the door.

I sigh and sit on a desk “That’s what the thud was the doors. Madam Pince must have locked it.”

“Didn’t she know we were in here?”

I shook my head “Must've not realised. Plus we were in the very back of the library. She probably wanted to get to bed.”

He turned to me “Well what are we meant to do?”

“How should I know?” I throw my hands in the air “It's not like-do you have your wand?”

His hands go to his pockets. He shakes his head “I left it in the dorms, I think.”

“Think?” He shrugged “I'm going to check the table.” I quickly rush over. I look on, under and all around the desk. “Nope.” I sigh defeated.

“I'm guessing you don’t have yours?”

I run my hand through my hair “Nope. Fred and George hexed it.” He raised an eyebrow “Were in a prank war.” He nodded.

We stood in silence. “Do you think anyone might have left their wand?”

“Might as well check.” I sigh

After searching the library for 20 minutes we turn up nothing. “Maybe Filch will catch us?” He suggests.

I shrug, defeated and walk to Madam Pinch desk. “Who knows.” I start rummaging through her desk. “I'm going to make the best of this though.” I pull a large tin out one of the drawers and place it on the desk. “Secret Stash.” I grin as I open it.

It was full of sweets and snacks. “How did you know?”

“I'm in here every other day. We’re on a first name basis.”

He nods and grabs a chocolate frog. “To making the best out of the worst situation.” He holds his frog up.

After about 5 minutes of snacking we agree to preserve our only food and went our separate ways. This was hard in a library. I try reading a couple books but I can't be bothered. Deciding to look for something else I realise the library only really has books. Shocker.

On my walk around the shelves, I bump into Drac-Malfoy building something out of the books. “What the hell are you doing?”

He glanced at me “Building. I'm bored, ok?” I lean against the shelves, watching him build. “Are you gonna help or what?”

I huff but I grab a couple books. It was a tower of books, 3 books by 4 and getting taller by the minute. As we built we actually started talking. We kept butting heads so he said “Look, neither of us like each other but were stuck here. Can we just not fight? I've already got a headache as it is.”

“What are we meant to talk about?” He shrugs, grabbing more books. “How about this, no talking about grades, houses, blood, or any other of your disgusting believes. No talk of war or Potter either.”

“Deal.”

Surprisingly with all the topics off the table we got on well. as the tower got higher it got harder to build. It passed my height so I just passed Draco books. Once it passed his height he seemed to give up. Instead, I ran and grabbed a chair.

“Steady me,” I told him as I grabbed some books and stood on the chair.

Draco hesitantly held my legs to stop me falling. “This ok?”

“Yeah.” I place more books on. “Pass me some books.”

Eventually, we physically couldn’t get the tower any higher. We sat at the end of the aisle looking at our masterpiece. “What time is it?”

“10 to 10. What do you wanna do now?”

We started searching the library again, this time together and chatting, to find something, anything. Eventually, we found some exploding snaps madam Pince had confiscated.

Neither of us said it but we had a great time. Since there was no beds or anything we had to get creative. We found the smallest window in the library, which was still pretty big, and stole its curtains.

I had to go on Draco’s shoulders to reach the top. It wasn’t weird. Maybe my crush from first year wasn’t gone? I shook off the thought as the curtain fell to the ground.

Draco put me down. “I present our duvet for tonight.” He said as he picked up one end “This is heavier than I thought.”

I chuckled at the blond and grabbed the other side. We dragged it over to the middle of the library. “We either sleep on the tables or floors.”

He looked from the table to the floor “The floor probably. It's kinda softer since its carpet. But it's up to you.”

“Floor it is.”

I don’t know what time we fell asleep at but I know we were talking right up to it. I woke up to Draco shaking me. “What the hell Malfoy?” I groan, rubbing my eyes. He nodded in front of us. I look and see Madam Pince, Dumbledore and Filch standing over us.

Madam Pince has a scowl on her face, Filch is glaring at us and Dumbledore is…smiling? “And what are you two doing in my library?!”

“Hey, you locked us in.” Draco defended us.

She looked confused “I did?”

“Yeah, we were sitting up the back and next thing you know the doors locked.”

She looks at Filch “If they’ve been in here overnight how did you not know?”

“How am I meant to know where every student is?”

“There the only 2 out of bed!”

“I think,” Dumbledore stopped their scrambling “We should let these two go to their dorms to freshen up?”

We nod and Draco stands up and holds his hand out to pull me up. We walk out the library but here a small shriek “My books!”

“The tower.” We both say before bolting towards the dorms.

We slow down after a minute, laughing “She’s never letting us back in.” I say.

“Who cares?” We slow our pace to a walk and catch our breath, still smiling “You know, your not horrible company.”

“Oh, how flattering. Someone might think you like me.”

“I do.” I freeze “I mean after being stuck in their with you. You're not half bad. You're not bad at all.”

“Your not bad yourself, Malfoy.”

He looked at the ground for a moment “Call me Draco. You were saying it last night.”

“Ok, Draco. See you later.”

“Bye (Y/N).”

Ever since then we hung out a couple times. Then a couple times turned into a few times, turned into every day.

I was walking to meet him at the black lake but I was running a bit late. “What took you so long?”

“Bumped into Fred.” I sat down next to him.

“Oh.”

I turned to him “Oh, what?”

“Nothing.”

“Draco, what is it.”

“Nothing!”

“Draco-“

“Damn it (Y/N)! you know I don’t like Fred.” He raised his voice.

It took me a moment to respond “Draco! I don’t care if you don’t like him! He’s my friend. I thought you were getting over your stupid blood thoughts.”

“It's not about that.” He mutters.

I put my hands on my hips “Do enlighten me? Whats it about?”

“He’s always flirting with you.”

I recoiled slightly. Fred, flirting? Ew, he’s basically my brother! “Even if he was whats it to you?”

“I like you!” He basically yells “Okay. Is that what you want to hear? That i-“ I cut him off by pressing my lips against his.

He shuts up immediately, his hands finding their way into my hair. I pull back slightly “Yes. That’s what I want to hear.”

“Good.”

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