#even the way he falls into the abyss is hilarious. look at him he is having the worst time someone save that peach

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My weekly roundup CW 16

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists and this is a good excuse for me to create a new OneNote journal!).

But first, my winner of the most hilarious subtitle of the week goes to:

→ 1. The Eighth Sense (ep 7+8)

Pain. Fuck man! The thing is, I can understand JaeWon so well. His pain that just made him numb. A person can only take so much pain before it powers down. One of the strangest and scariest feelings ever. And in a weird way, very comfortable in such situations. The body and mind trying to protect themselves. For JaeWon, the absolutely logical conclusion was to break off contact, to emotionally hurt JiHyun so that he would leave him alone, so that Jaewon's own heart wouldn't start bleeding again and again, even though it's been bleeding all along, only that he can't notice it himself anymore. But everyone can see it. And I hate EunJi for how she pretends to love him but just ignores how much he's suffering. That is not love, that is torture. And TaeHyung…the hate I feel for him is almost as much as the hate I have for EunJi. EunJi I can almost understand, but TaeHyung? He pretends to be JaeWon's friend and then can't forgive him for (deservedly) hitting him after making fun of JiHyun's accident. What the hell is wrong with him? Apparently he was just there to get rich off of JaeWon's background and was hoping for a good contact for future careers. Bright spot of the episode was JiHyun's friend who I just wanted to cuddle!

Absolute highlight of this week for me: The portrayal of light and dark of life and death. As many have already written about it, JiHyun came out of his near death experience with more confidence and courage, he is just bursting with life, while JaeWon died for him inside after the accident. How can he live happily or live at all when he is dragging everyone around him into the abyss. JaeWon is darkness, sadness, depression while JiHyun is the exact opposite and I hope JaeWon will reach out to him next week and let some light back into his life.

↑ 2. Our Dining Table (ep 3)

I just love it. This series is so calm and pleasant. It is the calming point of my week. Yutaka is such a precious and sweet person and I can totally understand Minoru falling in love with him. The idea of the zoo in the apartment! I was so ecstatic! And how Yutaka indirectly confesses that he likes Minoru too, but Minoru misunderstands and thinks Yutaka meant Tane with that statement. And Yutaka's luchbox looks just mega delicious! I'm always hungry when I watch the series 😅 Would love to make myself a rice ball now!

↑ 3. A Boss And A Babe (ep 8)

Okay, so Gun is really very obvious about the two of them. Even though I don't think much of office gossip and I wish them both all the luck in the world, he should know a little better. Nonetheless, I can so understand him reaching for his safe haven after Time attacked him like that. And I love that Cher has become his safe haven. And the scenes with the two of them are just sweet. I think Jack did something wrong with his lecture. A boss can have a happy relationship with an intern. Just because society doesn't think it's good or bad movies try to sell the stereotype of the little office chick, doesn't mean that two grown people in different positions can't be happy together. Of course an abuse of power can happen, but it doesn't here and Jack should see that. He should understand that not only Cher is good for Gun, but the other way around. But good, a little drama has to happen. The episode totally caught up with me again.

☼ 4. Step by Step (ep 1)

The first episode was very promising. I wish with all my heart that Pat would explode at some point and shut his colleague up. The preview for next week didn't look very pleasant, but that's what previews are, they want to captivate the viewer after all. I'm incredibly fond of Pat. I think he's one of those characters I can relate to quite well….a little yes man who doesn't know his limits yet. Saying no is hard, but over time you learn that it's no use trying to please people all the time. I liked the encounters in the café and how freely Pat can talk. I hope he stays as open and honest, just with a little more self-reflection and more courage to say no in the future.

↓ 5. Chains of Heart (ep 10 Final)

I still don't get it. So Din cooperated with the police and then in the end went on a solo destroyer trip where he didn't even get shot, although five men and one of them with a machine gun shot at him…The kid is made of Teflon or something, bullets just bounce off him. Then he has to kill Inpha too…Why? Why not wait for the police, who arrived shortly after! What really bothers me the most, after thinking about it a bit, is that there was not one clarifying conversation between Din and Ken. Just a one night stand. Once all desire washed out and then goodbye…And Din still says he has sworn never again to let go of the hand of his beloved. I don't get it. I would be so pissed if I were Ken. And the open ending with the 7th of the 7th month…Yeah sure, they will see each other again and have a nice life together, on the run or Din has taken the next identity. I just would have liked to see it, but as the series says, Din wasn't seen again by anyone. Okay, let's take it that way. Now the series is over and I'm trying not to let my slight disappointment with the ending affect my rating of the series as a whole. In general, I thought the series was quite good. It was visually appealing and I really liked Ken and Mr. Lues/Din's chemistry. It's funny how in the beginning we all felt like we were sitting there not knowing what exactly was actually happening. It was definitely a journey I really enjoyed, even if the ending was a bit disappointing. But sometimes it's not the destination that matters, but the journey. And that was good.

→ 6. Naked Dining (ep 2)

Futa realized that he had led a very self-centered life and had simply forgotten the promise he made to his grandmother as a child to travel with her to Mexico to see the ancient ruins, while she had not. That's why she wanted the culinary trip around the world. I find it very sad and incredibly beautiful at the same time. And Futa realizes that work is not everything in life and who would be better suited to accompany him in his change than his soulmate Mahori. Well, it's implied anyway that Mahori definitely believes in something like Soulmates and the flashbacks to the past are certainly meant to hint at something. I am curious and look forward to the next episode.

↑ 7. My Story (ep 2)

Sometimes the most beautiful thing you can see all week is two young men applying lotion and massaging each other.

Zeke and Fifth, both are clearly enjoying each other's touches and I think they realize they already like each other a bit. Absolute favorite couple of the series for me. I just love them. The series is good and cute and free on youtube, so check it out!

☼ 8. The Promise (ep 6)

It continues. While Phu rushed to his grandmother (without telling Nan, of course, but he was supposed to keep his distance anyway…) after she had a little accident, Nan wakes up from his anger. We also see what really happened that night, when in the previous flashbacks they always just kissed each other briefly. They didn't just kiss briefly, they kissed...long. Afterwards Nan, drunk as he was, fell asleep. Anyway, this time Nan travels after Phu and the two don't talk much, but Phu has a nightmare (and of course they sleep in the same bed) and begs Nan in the dream not to leave him. And Nan, quite enraptured by this, promises him not to go anywhere and I'm sitting here just thinking: awwwww!

☼ 9. Our Skyy 2 (ep 1+2)

Hm. I don't know. I don't know if it was the mystical time travel or the fact that Palm was a little too sweetly cute for me, but I didn't think the first two episodes were that good. I have no idea why they couldn't be together in the past, but now they've been sent back to change their future so they can stay together forever by undoing their curse? I just didn't understand what exactly caused their bad fate to be lifted now. But maybe it was just too sweet-talking for me. Palm has always been very corny in his choice of words, but he overdid it a bit in both episodes. I thought the ending was sweet, all good, but it probably won't be my favorite.

↓ 10. Bed Friend (ep 10 Final)

That was a sugar battle. I've rarely seen so much sweetness in one episode. *At this point I had to edit my text, because I was remembered that Uea is seeing a therapist and taking his meds...I just forgot about that, because it was handled very shortly. The love-heals-everything-part was still the focus.

In the end, it got a little too corny with the proposal in the office, so that everyone could see it. Now that wouldn't have worked anywhere else? I don't know. If King had chosen the place because it was important for their relationship, the place where they met or something like that, okay, but just so people could hide…I don't know. But I'm also sometimes a romance trumpet and can't watch things like this well without cringing.

→ 11. Tin Tem Jai (ep 8)

I somehow can't see them being a couple now. Except that Park is a bit nicer to Tin, I don't see any difference to before. They are hugging each other a little bit longer and Park calls Tin Babe, but I can't really see it. It could just be a brotherly relationship. And I don't mean that there is no kiss or anything like that, but they just don't have the vibes of a couple in love. And how old is Tin now? I'm so confused! And why do you have to turn a sweet scene into a drawn-out torture of the nerves, taking everything sweet out of it (a five-minute build-up until Park remembers that the password is Tin's birthday, an important date he can't forget, and then did forget…?).

→ 12. PastSenger (ep 7)

Oh man…this show just doesn't get any better. I love it when couples, once they get together, still act like every touch is too much or are surprised when they touch and get shy when it might come to a kiss. I really don't have much more to say about that. I also don't know what's going to happen for the remaining five episodes. The plot doesn't give much away at the moment, except that Kiao wants to go back to his time, and of course that becomes more and more difficult the more time passes and the deeper the relationship with Bamee goes. I don't have a plan how this is going to end. I think I'll put it on-hold for now until I eventually binge it. Currently, I don't feel like watching any more.

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[willowfolksong]

are we falling like snow on the beach?

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

"She's leaving tomorrow morning" he says, and Oikawa comes to a full stop, food halfway into his mouth. He stays like that for five full seconds, until Iwaizumi starts to get angry. "Eat the damn thing or don't, Stupidkawa. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Oikawa then clears his throat, lowering his fork and crossing his hands over his lap. He has the same look he always has when he's about to say something that will make Iwaizumi absolutely fume, and so the former ace stops eating too, getting ready for whatever comes out of his friend's mouth.

"Huh" is all Oikawa says.

"Huh?"

"Yeah"

Iwaizumi sighs, and he has to pinch the bridge of his nose to stop the incoming headache.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, you know..." Oikawa says, looking down at his plate "It's just that I think is so funny. And painful. But mostly funny. You being this dense for almost fifteen years now is hilarious, but I don't know how long can this keep going"

"Who the hell is dense?"

"It's you" Oikawa deadpans, and then his gaze moves to him and Iwaizumi feels a chill run down his back "You've been in love with the same woman for twelve years and you still don't have the courage to tell her"

His words feel like a punch in the throat that pushes Iwaizumi head first into the past.

...

He's fifteen the first time he sees you, and you're shy and don't talk too much, and he has to take the time to explain that Oikawa's an idiot, but also harmless, when your reaction to his friend's joke is to look utterly horrified.

But you smile at his apology.

And he thinks that's the moment he just knows.

Then it's his second year and you three are friends. You're not as close as Iwaizumi would like, but with his volleyball practices and matches and the things that you do in art club, at least you still find the time to hang out a lot. And he really wishes he could be good at drawing. And he tries—secretely first, then reluctantly with a very cheery and not helpful at all Oikawa as his practice partner—, but his hands are not meant for drawing lines and complicated patterns.

"That's alright, Hajime" you tell him, and he doesn't know if you notice the way you're caressing his fingers, but he will remember it for weeks "This hands are meant for spikes, not for doodles"

By the time third year rolls in, he knows that you were wrong. His hands have always been meant to hold yours. But life starts getting faster, and everything moves to quick for his liking, and graduation is around the corner and he's still not sure. Not sure if his feelings will be reciprocated, not sure if it's worth to sacrifice your friendship in the name of something he has been holding close to his chest for three years now.

Oikawa knows, by now. Sometimes he openly jokes about it. Other times, he just looks at Iwaizumi in a way that makes him feel uncomfortable.

"You should tell her now" he tells him, the last day day of school. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, but his heart is beating so fast that he feels lightheaded "Before it's too late"

He doesn't tell you anything. He doesn't takes the leap. He stays, rooted in place, staring longingly at the abyss darkness.

And he remains there for the rest of his life. He catches up with you every Sunday. It's a tradition that starts when you go to college, and remains until you get a job in L.A, and you have that goodbye dinner where he ends up drinking too much, because what else is he supposed to do?

You have your share of boyfriends. He has one relationship that ends leaving everything in shambles, echoes of accusations that are too close to the truth still lingering in his ears even months after the disaster.

He doesn't try it again.

Oikawa still stares at him in that weird way in all of their video calls.

He still remembers the touch of your hand.

And he still doesn't takes the leap.

...

"And it would be okay if you didn't know" Oikawa continues, food growing cold on the table "I mean, not okay. But at least it would be understandable"

"Oikawa..."

"But you do know! You've known all this time that you love her and you still haven't said anything!"

"It's complicated, alright?" Iwaizumi yells, and Oikawa is genuinely startled by his reaction. He jumps in place and then frowns, and Iwaizumi doesn't know why he's getting upset. He's the one doing the pushing "I don't know how she feels. This isn't only about me"

A minute passes. Then two. Then Oikawa grips his fork again in a way that makes Iwaizumi think he's going to fling it at him.

"She came all the way from the States to wish you good luck in the Olympics" he says "Five thousand miles to wish you good luck in person"

"And?"

"Iwa-chan, are you stupid?"

...

He finds you at the beach because you told him you would be there. ("L.A has the best beaches" you had said, smiling "But the ones in Tokyo have my heart")

"It's too cold" he tells you as a greeting "You're going to get sick, and you have a flight tomorrow"

You look at him over your shoulder and pat the spot next to you "Come sit down with me"

He reluctantly does. You smile. He blushes, and thinks that he would jump in the freezing water if you told him too. The thought makes him pause, and take a peak at the dark abyss by his feet.

"I thought you were going to have dinner with Tooru and then we were going to see each other tomorrow morning"

"I ditched him"

"I'm not surprised" you laugh, bumping his shoulder. "Did he started talking about how Argentina will win in everything again?"

He's 27. He's 27 and about to have the biggest moment in his career. The woman he's loved all his life is siting right beside him, eyes curious and a frown starting to form on her face, because he still hasn't answered her question and it's been a whole minute now.

It's just that he's preparing to jump.

You'll be gone tomorrow, anyway.

Trying to repair your friendship will be easier by text. Less painful.

"Don't leave" it's the thing he says, however. And that's not what he was planning to say, not what Oikawa told him to say, but it is what it is and now you're looking at him as if he suddenly bursted into flames, so he has to keep going, feeling the wind on his back from the fall "Stay here"

"I have to get back to work, Hajime" you say, placing a hand on his shoulder that he quickly takes between his, not missing how the gesture makes you gasp.

"Yeah, well... you're the best one at your office. You deserve a vacation"

"But Hajime..."

"I need to invite you to a proper date and... and we need to celebrate, when our team wins" he gulps, and suddenly the fall feels a little more easier "I love you. I think I've loved you since we were in high school"

"You think?" you ask, and your voice is only a whisper that makes him look up from your hands holding yours, to realize that your eyes are glistening with tears.

"No, I don't think so. I'm sure of it"

"Then why now?"

He laughs, a strained sound that makes you laugh as well, and since you're both laughing, you don't even realize that snow has started to fall around you.

"Oikawa was being annoying about it"

"I know how that feels"

"You do?"

"He has been annoying me about it too. For a while now, actually" you say, smiling, and you furiously wipe the tears from your eyes and lean towards him, cheeks all flushed in a pretty shade of red "I love you too, Hajime. It's always been you"

And when he kisses you, he's happy to find that what awaited him at the bottom of the abyss, was a snowy beach.

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StayTeez Trope’Pril - Trope Prompt 1: Enemies to Lovers

Post Date: 2nd April 2023 Content: Angst/ Smut/ Fluff - Enemies to lovers : Minho x Fem!Reader  Word Count: 4.3K TW?: SupernaturalAu/ Demon!Minho/ Hunter!Reader/ Taunting/ Kidnapping/ Teasing/ Fingering and oral (F recieving)/ Penetration/ Creampie/ Biting

Summary: After a demon protects you from a vampire, you find out he’s been the one stalking you. As a hunter, your instinct is to end him, but why is your heart racing when he talks to you?

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Hidden deep in the corners of the bar, Minho's eyes are glued on you, careful not to make himself known to the other hunters around you. He wants to get to know you, the usual torture and play-with-food temptations are non-existent when it comes to you. There's something different about you that draws him in, wants to challenge you, but can't expose himself without getting killed by the only thing that kills him, the demon knife that he knows you carry on you. 

It was a mission given to him by the king of hell, to get the knife off you, to kill you for it if he had to, but the more time he spends practically stalking you, the more his cold demonic heart refuses to lay a finger on you. Maybe he'll play and torture you but not to the extent that any other demon would. 

Deep in thought about getting to talk to you, he was too distracted to notice you fleeting out of the bar, duffel bag in hand and the other hunters wishing you luck. Cursing at himself the second you're not in his peripherals, hearing talks from the hunters you situate yourself with about you going to hunt a vampire, all by yourself. 

You're good at your job, no one wanted to test you on it. They'd refuse to experience the wrath that you'll bring if they try to stop you from doing what you love the most. Your speciality? Hunting demons, exercising them, torturing and killing them. Most demons try their luck with you and end up being strangled in the abyss of hell, unable to escape their cages after you're finished with them.

So why did Minho think he'd get a chance even to get close to you? He knows you're not dumb and not a fool to fall for demonic tricks, trying to find ways to get through to you without being caught out. 

Keeping to the edges of the bar, Minho tries his best to snake through the crowd to seem as normal as possible. Of course, he could've just disappeared into thin air but he's trying to stay undercover despite the few weird looks he gets from a few of the hunters at the bar. 

Stepping into the cold night air, he makes a turn down an alleyway that he's overheard a hunter talking about. Taking his chance to start his journey to find somewhere around there. 

It seems as though he was having no luck until he could hear the growls of the vampires stalking him from behind, and with a click of his fingers, their heads roll out off their shoulders to the floor beside each foot. 

"Stupid immortals." He tuts, kicking their heads behind a dumpster before hearing a familiar voice inside the abandoned warehouse further down the path. 

Only one vampire's growls could be heard from inside as he manages to sneak his way in, in safe proximity to appear into the building without having to go through any of the doors. 

Standing on the floor above looking down at you, he rests his arms on the rusty metal bannister. Watching as you made your way through the rumble and clutter of the place, machete in hand and the shimmer of the demon blade in the other. 

Minho curses to himself, part of him wanted to underestimate how smart you were. But he couldn't. 

Almost jumping through the roof, Minho takes a step back when the vampire shows its face in front of you. Minho couldn't help but find it hilarious how the monster glared down at you like you were something to pity for being so brave for going there alone. 

Minho's humour instantly drops when he notices another vampire sneaking around behind you. You were bait to the den. 

"Fuck sake, I just want to see some action." He growls, appearing behind the creature that hides behind you.

With another snap of his finger, the vampire disintegrates into thin air. Now he was behind you, in the darkness, hidden away. 

Now he's got front-row seats to the show, leaning back against the wall, hidden behind the rest of the rotting furniture whilst you step around the vampire. 

"Stupid human. Do you really think you can stop me? You're all alone." The creature snarls at you, grinning with its disgustingly large fangs. 

Putting your hands behind your back, weapons still in full grip, you shrug. Smiling at the creature like it was just another human being. 

"Ah, that's the thing. I'm not alone. You're alone. And I don't think I'll stop you..." You coo playfully, stepping around the creature, not even with a shake in your breath, "I just wanted to talk". 

The sound of the creatures laughing made Minho's ears hurt. Oh how much he hates the blood-sucking creatures. And people call them demons? They're a disgrace. 

"Talk? Hunters aren't capable of just talking. And vampires don't let them have the chance." The vampire growls, rolling its eyes.

"As you said, I'm a stupid human being. Well, a stupid hunter. So why don't you come closer and I'll prove I'm just here to talk by handing over my weapon?" You reply, waving the machete in its face and then pointing it towards the floor. 

Just as the creature walks towards you, reaching its hand out to grab the weapon, you try to swing for it and aim for its head but miss. 

Regrettably, you get thrown against the staircase, but not backing down as you get to your feet and brush off the dust. 

Minho couldn't risk letting you get killed, as much as he was enjoying watching how you handle yourself. This was the closest he's gotten to you. 

"Touch her again, and I'll turn your insides into mush." Minho hisses from the darkness, strutting out to the light.

"Thought I could smell something rotten." The vampire grumbles, turning around to come face to face with the demon that's interrupted its food time. 

"Come on, you're the one who reeks of blood. I'd wash your clothes, they're going mouldy." Minho snickers, eyes instantly flashing to you, swinging his arm which sends you flying against the wall, pining you there. 

"Now, leave and find someone else to sink your teeth into." He adds, stepping closer to the vampire, "Now, Gareth." 

Yes, Minho knows the vampire, the head of the clan, the leader. Only now realising it's been him that you've been hunting down. 

"What do you want with her? Plus I found her first, finders keepers." Gareth shrugs, putting his fangs away despite the sound of your blood pulsating through your veins being incredibly difficult to ignore. 

Wiping the dust off of his suit, Minho looks back at Gareth with a smug grin on his face, "Well wouldn't you like to know?"

With that, Gareth knew there was no point in fighting with the king of hell's favourite soldier. Attempting to make flee, until his body explodes at the entrance, Minho tricked him into thinking he was free to leave. But he couldn't risk Gareth having the motive to hunt you down. 

"You're welcome for that." Minho sighs, letting you drop from the wall and walks towards you, offering his hand but steps back when you point the demon blade at him.

"That's not very nice, I just saved your life." He doesn't even put his hands up in defence, standing there, just admiring how you're still in fight mode after being thrown about twice. 

"Who are you? And why do you want me?" You bite, stepping a little closer to him but he doesn't budge, even with the demon blade pointing in the middle of his chest. 

"To save your life, sweetheart. And I'm Minho. But you can call me... Let me think... Your saviour." He laughs, pushing your weaponed hand away from his chest. 

He could've grabbed the blade there and then, even knocked it out of your hands with a flick of his finger. But even though he wants to play with you. He needs to build your trust somehow. 

"You're hilarious... Not. Why do you really want me? It's for this blade, isn't it? Is that why you were in the bar earlier, spying on me?" You enquire with a sharpness in your voice, playing with the blade in hand, eyes squinting at him as you carefully watch his every move.

"Honestly, darling. I'm trying to protect you if you'll allow a sweet gentleman like me to do so..." He takes a step back when you go to put the knife to his chest again, "Fine. Other demons want you dead for the blade. But I want you. Not the blade."

For a moment, you think, remembering the weird interactions you've had with different people trying to be friends with you. 

It was him jumping from vessel to vessel. Bodies you'd never think would be carrying a demon. Now he's in his true form. 

"Great, so you've been stalking me and tricking me. Such a gentleman you are." You quip through gritted teeth. 

"I could easily grab that blade off of you, but I ain't going to bother. I can protect you and the blade. I promise, darling."

Oh, how the name makes you want to heave, "Don't call me that". 

"Darling." 

"Call me it once more, and I'll make sure you'll never leave your little space in hell again". 

"Sorry, Darling." He tries his luck, smug in the face as he doesn't deny that he knows you could, he's just not going to let you.

With that, you launch forward towards him, knife close enough to pierce the skin but not quick enough as he grabs your wrist and spins you around. Pinning your hand behind your back and holding your shoulder to stop you from moving in any way. 

"Don't be like that now. I'm being nice, I expect the same back." He breathes down your neck, making you shiver. 

The first time you've ever had your breath quiver because of anything supernatural. Your nerves flow through you. 

"Sweet, sweet girl. Are you going to play nice? Or do I have to make you play nice?" He can't help himself, he now wants to play with you, but not in the way others would with instant torture. 

But being talked to like this by a soulless being is torture as you could feel the anger building in you. 

Before you could make any attempt at any movements, you're no longer in the warehouse but somewhere different. Unseen. 

"Where have you brought me now?!" You shout at him, being let go as he walks away, leaving you trapped in an empty room. 

The second he disappears, you rush to carve a pentagram into the floor, to stop him and any other demon from getting close to you.

"Asshole!" You call out, frustrated as you sit on the floor, flipping the knife in your hands. 

"What was that Darling?" Minho scoffs behind you, standing in the pentagram that you had drawn on the floor.

"Idiot..." You huff to yourself, unable to stop yourself from smirking from realising what he's just done, getting himself trapped. 

You'd covered it with the rug, the bed on the side of the room out of his reach now as you strut over to sit on it. 

"Dummy." You call him, sitting crossed-legged on the bed, smirking at him as he puts his hands in his pockets, glaring you down with his black eyes. 

"What was that, again? Darling?" He asks, going to walk out of the pentagram but getting stopped, unable to cross the edges, and cursing to himself. 

Lifting the edge of the rug up, he notices the carving of the pentagram on the floor, kicking himself. He should've known better. 

"I told you to trust me." He sighs, getting back up to both feet, and biting his tongue, now you're irritating him, but it was weirdly attractive how he growls at you. 

"You think I'm that dumb? I'd never trust a demon. Especially not you." You shrug, getting to your feet and tracing around the pentagram, out of reach from Minho's grasp. 

Minho stares you down, colour returning to his eyes, but they're barely open as he scowls at you. The way you're walking and looking at him with a smirk, he just wants to rip your clothes off here and now. It's a shame how you're out of his reach. 

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead by now." He bites, rolling his eyes when you scoff happily at him.

"But who's the one trapped? Pass me the keys and we can go our separate ways."

"Puny human." He mumbles to himself, "You're so lucky I'm tapped, huh? I should've let the vamp kill you." 

"Oh, bite me." You playfully bite back at him, taking a seat on the bed again. Flipping the knife between your fingers again as you watch him getting more frustrated by the second. 

Minho's starting to lose all patience. But not with just you. Himself. He's finally got to be close to you, in his true form and he can't even play with you as he wanted. To get a taste for the hunter he's dangerously admired. The frustration of watching you flip the knife turning him on makes it hard for him to stick to the rules of being a demon, and to listen to his boss.

"I could just call upon my brothers, my boss. Then you'd be in deep trouble, my love." He hisses, smacking his hand against the invisible forcefield around him.

"Oh, that was hot. Maybe I get off on torturing demons. No wonder why I love my job so much." You bite your lip, purposely teasing him just to get him to react, and you can see him getting red in the face. 

"Maybe if you weren't so hot with the only thing that destroys me, I would've had you murdered a long time ago." He snaps back, turning around in shame to letting his pride drop. His true colours show his feelings for you. 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You reply, slightly surprised, "Is that why you've been trying to get close to me, to protect me even though you could lose everything?" 

There's a hint of teasing and false cooing in your voice, but it shakes at the same time. Watching how he's losing control of himself especially when he turns back around to glare at you, walking to the edge of the pentagram. 

"Let me out, Darling. I won't hurt you, I promise." He manages for his words to come out lightly, tongue in cheek as you tease the knife on the floor, looking up at him, watching a tent growing in his trousers. 

Then you pull back. 

"No." 

"Darling... I'm giving you one chance. Let. Me. Out."

"Why? Why should I trust you?" You playfully bite, back turns to him this time as you try and compose yourself. 

You had to admit, he was extremely attractive. The way he calls you Darling with a growl does things for you, and you can't afford to lose your hunter instincts for a stupid demon. But the way he says it again, his voice almost begging.

"Darling... I need you to let me out." The emphasis of the word 'need' has you clutching your thighs together.

Slowly turning around and bending down in front of him, you look back up at him. His face was serious, but eyes admiring whilst looking at you, "I haven't protected you, for nothing."

Breaking the seal of the pentagram, you step inside it with him. Coming face to face with him, knife in full grasp at your side, "What are you playing at? Minho." 

"Fragile little human, too many emotions... I can hear your heartbeat racing when I call you Darling and when I look at you. How your breath shakes when I growl. How come an angelic human being like you have the most devilish temptations?" He whispers, leaning in closer to you, hand caressing your cheek which makes you flinch at first. 

"I have no devilish temptations. I refuse to be brushed under the same rug as you. Disgusting excuse for a Demon. I'd love nothing more than to put this knife through you right now." Your breath continues to shake no matter how hard you try to contain yourself when being firm with him.

Trying your best to hold a stern face looking at him, though the heat between your legs burns more with the prolonged eye contact. 

"Do it, Doll. Do what you're supposed to do as a hunter instead of getting worked up over me. I know you'd love nothing more than to have a piece of me." He snarls playfully, lips barely touching yours as he tempts you, testing your morals with his hand firm on your face, cupping it with the other pulling you in close to him. 

"Stupid Demon."

"Stupidly perfect little human."

And that was it, you couldn't hold back anymore your lips crashing against his, throwing the knife across the room and that was the last thing Minho's mind as he indulges in the kiss, pulling you the closest to him possible and not letting go. 

Despite his ridiculous strength, he was extremely gentle with you in how he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his burning hot body against your slightly colder one, making you shiver. 

Walking towards the bed, he carefully lays you down with a grin plastered on his face when he pulls away. 

"Great choice. Oh, how long I've wanted this." He mutters briefly before going straight to kiss your neck, dangerously good with his mouth there too as he kisses, licks and sucks on the skin. 

Even biting now and again, making you pant already, nails digging into his back as you curse yourself momentarily for losing all morals for a demon. 

"I hate you." You bite breathlessly as he rips your shirt off, kissing down your chest and sternum, the scent of berries fresh on your skin, sending him into overdrive on how a human could smell this good. A hunter, for that matter. 

"Sure you do, sweetheart. That's why you chose me over the knife." He quips back, hands snaking under the band of your bra and over your breasts, pinching the nipples and making you whimper a little, a desperate gasp leaving your lips. 

Looking at him licking up your sternum and up across the mounds of your chest, his black eyes stare back at you with a grin on his face, you're completely under his control. Under him now and there's no going back. 

"My. Sweet human." He mumbles between your breasts, licking the skin more as he plasters kisses over it after each lick, getting frustrated with the bra that's in the way and ripping that off your body also, exposing you to him. 

Within seconds, his lips wrap around a nipple with his fingers pinching the other, growling against your chest as you whimper a little louder.

"Fuck! Minho-" You choke, wrapping your legs around his waist again, pulling him closer to you, his lips popping off your nipple to bring him back to kiss you. 

Heavy and heated, your lips mould against each other, his tongue pushing into your mouth, begging for entrance he presses his hard erection against your clothed core, worrying you slightly about the size as the full length covers most of your mound. 

"Someone's desperate for me." He chuckles lightly at your hands roaming down his back, pulling him closer before your hand reaches between your moulding bodies, to palm him through his trousers, making him growl animalistically against your lips. 

"Shut up." 

With that, his eyebrow cocks upwards, "Talk nice to me, Doll. I could always change my mind about you."

"Shut up, please." You breathe out, his hand pulling yours away as he leans back on his heels, teasing his fingers across the band of your jeans, unbuckling and unzipping them as he pulls them down your legs, disregarding them to the floor. 

"So wet for me already, and you say you hate me." He quips, his fingers running along your clothed slit, soaking your underwear more that it leaves a darker patch, "I bet you even taste sweet, my angelic baby."

Lowering himself down the bed, his face inches closer to your core, eyes rolling back to his head and instantly returning to the darkest shade of black. You even smelt sweet, he could only imagine how you tasted.

His demon tongue swipes up against your slit, making you cry when his tongue flicks at the clit, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear. 

Teasing them to the side, his fingers hold the underwear there, using the fingers in his other hand to caress your clit with his thumb, replacing it with his lips quickly and making your back arch, screaming into the room as he does so.

Two fingers get inserted inside of you whilst his tongue abuses your clit, making you lose all control over yourself with your legs shaking on either side of him. 

"Holy... Fucking... Christ." You whimper, eyes fluttering as he continues to scissor you, the tips of his fingers reaching the perfect spot with his tongue making your clit tingle more than anyone's ever been able to make it. 

He's barely been down there for a few minutes and you're already wanting to cum all over his face. 

"Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Nothing holy about me at all." He lightly scolds you before spitting against your core, abusing it even more as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your legs slowly closing around his head. 

"Fucking hell!" You scream, music to his ears as he feels you clench around his digits inside of you, cunt pulsating around them as you try your best to hold back but the way he uses his tongue with his fingers, there's no stopping you from cumming over them, losing all vocal control as you let out a soundless scream. 

Pulling away, your slick covers his lips and chin, as his tongue swipes across his lips to clean them up and puts his slickened fingers into his mouth, growling in satisfaction at the taste of your cum on his fingers. 

"Minho... I need you." You whimper out. The sight of you dropping the strong, hunter act, losing all morals for yourself, Minho couldn't have been happier, finally getting what he's always wanted. You. 

But at this point, he doesn't even know if he has the energy to continue teasing you, ridding his own clothes and you thought you stopped breathing for a moment at the sight of him. A beautiful and perfect, toned body that glowed a little. You swore he was an angel disguised as a demon. Taking your breath away. 

Especially when he shares the sweetest, most genuine smile, gets back on the bed and hovers over you, the size of his cock taking you by a huge surprise initially, worried how it was going to fit. 

"Don't worry beautiful girl, I'll be gentle with you." He reassures, placing kisses on your forehead then your lips, down to your neck and collarbone, trying to get you comfortable as he lines himself up to your entrance, cursing to himself as he slowly pushes himself into you. 

Grasping onto his shoulders, you wince slightly, face contorting at the initial pain, moaning harshly when he fully fills you up, his chuckling moaning against your skin. 

"Fuck!" You both moan as he slowly starts to move his hips, being gentle with you at first before he loses control, bending your leg over the other one as he deepens himself into you, hips mercilessly rocking in and out of you. 

With a slap sent across your ass cheek, you whimper into the pillow, being forced to look back at him as he pinches your cheeks together, snarling in pleasure at the sight of your already fucked out state. 

"Little hunter's a little slut for this demonic dick, huh?" He grunts, leaning over you to bring you into another disgustingly heated kiss, as you whimper into his mouth. 

"Yes!" You cry out, unable to keep your eyes open from the pleasure as he laughs against your lips.

"Good. I've needed this for so long, Doll. You don't understand. My human, my favourite little hunter. I'll protect you forever."

You've lost track of how long you've been at it, but you're so fucked out, you can barely remember your own name, as he has you in so many positions, and finally back to missionary where he's going softer on you. His thrusts are slow and gentle, letting you come back to your senses. 

With his forehead against yours, your panting breaths fill the room as he holds your hands above your head, fingers intertwined. 

Your heart races out of your chest as you look at him admiringly even though he's just been rearranging your insides. 

After your nth orgasm, he holds you gently as he finally releases into you, moaning into your neck and holding himself there before rolling beside you, pulling you closer to him.

"What's that look for?" He asks, a smirk on his face as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

With big eyes looking up at him and your hand resting on his toned chest, you breathe out, smiling up at him, "Maybe demons aren't so bad after all." 

"You're talking only about me right?" He furrows his brows at you, looking at you confused as you laugh, wincing at the pain.

"Maybe. Maybe I just have a soft spot for Demons who have some attachment to their lack of soul." 

"Such a bad hunter you are, getting feelings for a demon." He teases, leaning back in for a kiss, barely letting you catch your breath as you taste yourself on his lips, moaning into the kiss. 

"Such a bad demon you are, falling for a human." You breathlessly quip back, unable to stop a smirk growing on your face. 

~

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[trashyswitch]

The Orbeez Monster

Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!

This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.

Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked. 

“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon. 

Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not? 

“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool. 

“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood. 

“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool. 

“I don’t know.” Angel admitted. 

Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched. 

“Dude…” Angel muttered. 

“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest. 

Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times. 

“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool. 

“Stop what?” Angel asked. 

“Poking me!” Brandon replied. 

Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times. “STOP!” Brandon yelled. 

“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased. 

“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him. 

Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss. 

A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!” 

“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared. 

“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped. 

“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him. 

“I have NOT!” Brandon argued. 

Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence. 

“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon. 

“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie. 

“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next. 

“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk. 

“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand. 

“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides. 

Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip. 

“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually. Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez. 

Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted. 

Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh. 

Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him. 

“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?” 

“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling. 

Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled. 

“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own. 

Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared. 

“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!” 

Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted. 

Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron. 

“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying. 

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him. 

“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered. 

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick. 

Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered. 

“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked. 

“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.

“Angel…” Brandon warned. 

“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation. “NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg. 

“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned. 

Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge. 

(He fucked.) 

Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him. 

Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron. 

“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically. 

“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was. 

“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked. 

“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification. “His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified. 

“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned. 

“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’. 

“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them. 

“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked. 

“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him. 

“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased. 

Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break. 

“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted. 

“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered. 

Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared. 

Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms. 

Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted. 

“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him. 

“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool. 

When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud. 

“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.

“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned. 

“Do what?” Brandon asked. 

“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified. 

Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!” 

“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster. 

“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter. 

“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock. 

Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic. 

Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted. 

Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in. 

“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked. 

Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded. 

Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.

Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids! 

Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will. 

#boys being boys #teasing #roughhousing #orbeez water beads #ticklefic #ler!cameron #ler!angel #lee!brandon #post-hilarious 5 minute crafts (100 million orbeez extended version) #imbrandonfarris

[padfootdaredmetoo]

hello! i noticed requests were open so i thought id send in an idea! could a request a peaky blinders scenario where reader is a younger blinder and is quite short and small? they try to keep her out of danger and out of the business but sometimes she’s the only person small enough to sneak into places and get information? sorry if this is against any rules feel free to ignore! 💖

Dear Anon, this one just wrote itself. It's different than what's requested but it's fluffy as hell so hopefully, that makes up for it. I promise I tried my best! My friend is very short and tiny, we are both 1997 babies, and every time we go out to eat people hand her a kids menu which is hilarious because she always orders enough booze to drown a sailor. Also, I don't remember all the details from the episode below so if you wouldn't mind looking the other way at mistakes I would love you forever.

Warnings: kiddo gets taken, things get stolen, and Tommy falls for the reader.

Originally when Finn brought her in Tommy wanted to slap him. The girl must have been a few years older than Finn, and in her best shoes, she was around 5’maybe. She had long hair and was slender enough that he even wanted to offer her something to eat. Despite her appearance, she came across as if the meeting was a joke. 

“Look, If you need something stolen, I’m your gal,” She said brightly as if she wasn't about to risk her life for a bunch of dirty Birmingham gangsters. 

That was just the beginning. She was soon reluctantly a part of every plan in some way or another, even if it was just to tell him off for being stupid. Tommy noticed the risker the job the more excited she would get. The same death wish that rested on his shoulders was always evident in the shadows of her face. 

Without noticing, over the years he eventually just started lumping her in with his family. Always over and around, she’d stay over enough that he just told her to pick a room in the house and keep out of his way. He told himself that it was just someone for Charlie to have around to feel less lonely, but he felt better that she wasn’t going home to an empty apartment. Here he knew she was safe at night. 

She was too tiny for any respectable man to let her fight but she made up for it by being quick with a gun. Anytime people would start up at the pub, Arthur would pick her up under her arms and place her on the bar top like she was a kid causing her to glare at him for days. 

He didn't like her wasting her best years with them, but she was essential for stealing information. Even if she didn't have to navigate her way through impossible locked doors and cabinets, she was pretty and approachable so people naturally wanted to tell her things. Her luck was endless and she always did right by him. 

Counting her as one of the inner circle was one thing but he didn’t feel it till they took Charlie. 

He looked at her and hated the fact that she was going to follow him into that tunnel. His mind broke over the decision but his kid's life was hanging by a thread and his hand was forced. 

“Even if they’d fucking killed you back there, I’d still be going in to get him back.” You said honestly. He gave her a nod and they lowered them into his own personal hell. While digging he thought about all the times they’d given her a hard time. Teasing her about her height, or watching her struggle for things on high shelves. How Charlie had latched on to her, forcing her into a mothering role with responsibilities that were much taller than her.  

But you thrived, the more a part of the family the more he watched you unravel into a person. She always thanked Finn for dragging her into so such a lovely family, and every time Finn's face would twist up into confusion. He should have been kinder to you.

Reaching the end she slipped into the impossibly small opening. Into a dark abyss that made his skin crawl. He wanted to shout at her to hurry but he was cut off by a bag narrowly missing his head. 

She’d managed to take more than he’d hoped for. They both fought their way out of the tunnel. He drove three times over the limit to get to the phone booth that held all the answers. He left her praying in the front seat, muddy fingers running over the rosary her mother had left her. 

The phone line went through and he cried as he told his son to go to bed with his Auntie. All was right in the world for that movement. He got back to the car and he pulled her across the bench seat, his hands gripping on to her tightly. 

“They have him.” He choked. “He’s fine.” 

He felt her body break against his as a harsh sob left her ribs. Her shaking hands ran over his head and the moment he pulled away from her lips were chasing his. It could have been the intense vulnerability brought on by their hearts breaking over the same thing, or maybe this was why she always put up with his bullshit. He didn’t care, her soft lips felt like magic and she gave him a silence he hadn’t felt before. She broke the kiss leaving him stunned for a moment. 

They rode the rest of the way back to Charlie in silence. Once there, they checked on him before washing up. He curled around the sleeping boy's body, no words in his head, only the feeling of relief. When you were finished you opened the door and crawled in on the other side of him. He watched as you ran your fingers over his pudgy cheeks, a look in your eye that only mothers were capable of. 

He didn’t need to tell you that you were welcome in his space because you’d managed to sneak your own way into his heart on your own. How you managed it he would never understand. One second he thought of you as someone important, but you were woven into the dark fabric of his life. He thought about how she should have ended up with Finn, that she was too young for him, all the thoughts were chased out of his mind as your freezing cold feet pushed up against the flesh of his legs.

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered in the darkness somehow knowing he wasn't asleep, not that anyone would be able to sleep against feet that cold. 

“How you managed to steal my heart.” He answered honestly despite it being cheesy. 

“You wanted it stolen, so I took it. Simple as that, love.” 

“It’s not though.” 

“Oh, and why is that then? Come on I love a good challenge.” And she did, he knew that if this was really what she wanted he had no hope it pushing her away. 

“Should go after Finn, or Isiah.” the thought of such things made him incredibly mad, but he knew right from wrong despite the way he often lived his life.

“You know I’m only 6 years younger than you right? I don’t think it’s that bad. John and Esme -” She said softly. 

“6 years?” He interrupted with a smile on his face he was sure she could hear in his voice. 

“I swear if you -” Her voice tensed. 

“God your short.” He said it and and immediately felt her foot kick his calf. 

“God I thought you were younger than Finn” 

“That’s because youre incredibly dense.” She said yawning. 

“Go to sleep, love.” Eventually, he could hear two sets of even breaths, before he let sleep take him. 

#tommy shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine

[dropintomanga]

The Yakuza's Bias - A Hilarious Community Experience

"These stans are nuttier than yakuza!"

If there's one manga that made me go "Wow, I wonder if I'm just like the main character of this series!," it's most definitely this one.

As I have confessed in the past, I got into K-Pop this year due to 4th generation girl groups. And then I remembered that Teki Yatsuda's The Yakuza's Bias came out this year in the U.S. Now that I'm deep into the K-Pop swamp, I finally decided to read the manga after a lot of praise (especially from The New York Public Library).

By god, it's one of the funniest things that hits home to me and to a lot of K-Pop fans.

The Yakuza's Bias is about a notable yakuza enforcer named Ken Kanashiro and his love for a K-Pop boy group member. He's the enforcer of the Washio Clan, one of the most prominent gangs in the underworld. One day, the daughter of the Washio Clan, Megumi Washio, decides to ask Kanashiro to accompany her to a K-Pop concert featuring her favorite K-Pop group, MNW. Ken humors her and finds himself enamored with one of MNW's members, Jun, who he proclaims to be a very manly man. The manga shows Kanashiro's descent into becoming a huge K-Pop stan and his insistence to share that passion with his fellow yakuza syndicate members.

I think what makes this manga endearing and hilarious is the power that K-Pop music has on everyone it touches - most particularly, people who've felt that their lives were missing something or they're not connected to other people in a meaningful way. Kanashiro constantly compares the yakuza to K-Pop idols in a hilarious and frightening manner. Megumi tries her best to drag everyone she knows (including her own mother) into the K-Pop abyss so she can have someone to talk with about her bias.

Perhaps the best example of K-Pop touching someone's heart in the manga is a rival yakuza member named Kinji Mizuhara. He was inspired by Kanashiro to join a gang in the past. However, Mizuhara dislikes his job and role in the yakuza. One day, he decides to off Kanashiro only to catch him outside for a MNW fan merchandise trading meetup. After being weirded out, Mizuhara finds out about MNW and decides to use Kanashiro's fandom as psychological warfare. However, he becomes enamored with a MNW member himself and would later become K-Pop "friends" with Kanashiro as well.

The power of community is really illustrated in The Yakuza's Bias. There's talk about how K-Pop fans use social media (particularly Twitter) to gain followers by coming up with fun stories to find community. K-Pop groups rely on said fans to spread their love worldwide across various communities (seeing the yakuza become K-Pop fans is charming).

A final point I'll bring out about the manga is a scene in Volume 2 where Kanashiro's bias, Jun, releases a mixtape. Kanashiro and Megumi become disgruntled about Jun's song. This is mostly because of how vulnerable and dark the song is. There's interesting commentary about how to handle idols acting and feeling like regular human beings. After all, idols are supposed to be hard-working perfectionists selling hopes and dreams. You don't see what really happens behind the scenes. Kanashiro falls into somewhat of a deep depression as he only saw Jun as a tough gangster type.

But when MNW makes their comeback with a new hit song and a darker, mature look, Kanashiro realizes MNW is just like the Washio clan. While walking different paths, they're part of the community that is human beings. Baring your weaknesses and confronting them head-on is what makes someone stronger.

I have personally seen what K-Pop has done for fans all across the world. While the industry is insidious at times, there's honest people working in it who want the world to enjoy their music. Ever since I started listening to K-Pop, I found K-Pop fans in the anime/manga community and mahjong community. It makes me feel alive. I even managed to find fans of The Yakuza's Bias at Anime NYC this year and we all gushed about it.

Reading about a fictional K-Pop idol's struggles made me think about my long road to learning how to accept myself. Even though I didn't have people to really help guide me, I managed to get to the stage of self-acceptance. Because of that, I've gotten to appreciate those who choose to stick around me a lot more.

If there's anything you will get out of The Yakuza's Bias besides some really silly gags, it's how much we really need other people, whether they're our friends or a K-Pop idol, to make our lives worthwhile.

#The Yakuza's Bias #K-Pop #manga #community #fan community #Teki Yatsuda #mental health

[twilightmalachite]

ABYSS - The Ocean of ■ That Drips Downwards 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Kanata, Madara

Translator: Mika Enstars

"All of it is Kanata’s fault. Because Kanata wanted to see Mother."

⚠️ Content warning: Contains references to child abuse.

Season: Winter

Location: The Abode of God

At the same time, at the establishment for a certain religious organization, nicknamed “The Abode of God”…

Kanata: So~, so-very~, so~ very~

So very bored Kanata’s about to melt.

…What are you doing, Mikejima?

God is so very bored.

Madara: —You wished to see this Mikejima? Oh sacred God of our worship.

Kanata: Wauh?

Madara: Kiiidding. Why hello there, you suuure look bored, God!

Kanata: Mikejima.

Mikejima~…♪

Kanata: —Wah, uu?

Madara: Are you okaaay!? You’re always falling, are you some little kid?

Kanata: Uu. Kanata is not yet used to this place. He doesn’t know what was where, so he tripped, and he fell.

Ouch… Kanata hit his forehead. It hurts…

Madara: If you’re God, you’ll have to bear through it.

Kanata: Mhm… It’s as Mikejima said. They bear through it.

Kanata: Sniff, hic… But, it hurts… Kanata doesn’t know if he can bear it.

Madara: Ah~, you’re bleeding. Don’t you move, I’ll disinfect it.

I’m always getting in fights with my parents—I mean, with bad guys, and getting hurt, sooo… I always keep first aid on me for general treatment.

Kanata: Hurt? Are you okay?

Even though it was Kanata who fell down, Mikejima looks like he’s hurting too.

Did Mikejima’s mother and father get angry with him again?

Madara: Ah~, well truthfully, I’m still getting nagged and nagged about what happened the other day.

Y’know, like, “How dare you take, of all people, the very being you are supposed to protect’s hand and take them outside?”

Seems my parents were blamed a lot by other believers. In other words, they’re basically complaining because their dignity was hurt.

That’s why they say “don’t bother other people”.

Kanata: There, there.

Madara: …Are you listening, God?

Don’t pet me. The antiseptic on your hands dripping down and stinging my eyes, God.

Kanata: Sorry. But, you looked like you were in pain.

Don’t cry… Mikejima hasn’t done anything wrong.

All of it is Kanata’s fault. Because Kanata wanted to see Mother.

Madara: I’m not crying, and in the end you didn’t even get to see her, so it was a mess.

Nothing went right at all. The mission was a massive failure.

I wonder why the body wasn’t there, thoughhh…?

Kanata: Don’t know. Didn’t the chief priest, I mean, Father say it was the work of Abyss?

Madara: Whether it was ABYSS or Ebisu[1], who knows, does something like that reaaally exist?

Kanata: Don’t know that either… Kanata is not yet a god, so he does not know anything.

Madara: Hmph. That doesn’t matter to me, you say I didn’t do anything wrong, but I’m to blame too—What I did was wrong, you knooow.

That’s why I got scolded. Because I broke what’s taboo.

Kanata: Taboo… Why is it that Kanata cannot go outside?

Because Kanata falls down and gets hurt? And so, everyone is worried about him?

Madara: Probably because it diminishes the mystique. God is out of reach, always hidden behind a bamboo curtain or something.

Because they can’t see them, their delusions grow, and they will see you as more sacred.

Such misunderstandings of such believers is what’s necessary to maintain this religion.

That’s why you, who will someday become God, have been hidden from the world. If anyone meets you in person, they’ll find out you’re a dumb and stupid brat just like me.

Kanata: Dumb? Stupid? What does that mean?

Madara: It means “beautiful” and “cute”.

Kanata: I see… Then there’s nothing wrong with that, ehehe. ♪

Madara: Hmm, God really is stupid. He’s soooo stupid it’s hilarious!

Kanata: Worship and praise Kanata more! Ehem ehem. ♪

Madara: Haha. …Aaalright, treatment is over. As always, God’s hair was so uselessly long it got in the way and made things haaard!

Kanata: Mhm. Kanata thinks it gets in the way too.

Sometimes, Kanata’s hair gets in his mouth when he’s sleeping, and it gets hard to breathe. It’s troubling. If you can’t breathe, you die.

Madara: I’ll sneak you a haircut one of these days.

Kanata: You can’t. Hair can’t be cut. Eye veil can’t be taken off either.

It’s forbidden. And if Mikejima breaks what’s forbidden, he’ll get yelled at again.

Kanata doesn’t want Mikejima to get yelled at, be hurt, or feel sad.

Madara: I see. Thank you.

But, I really can’t just leave you be like this, you knooow?

Kanata: Kanata will be satisfied. He’ll be bored, but he has Mikejima for that.

But. That’s also why Kanata was very scared he wouldn’t ever get to see Mikejima again.

Madara: You’re such a spoiled child, God. Do you get lonely when I’m not here?

Kanata: Of course Kanata does.

Madara: I see. …But truth is, it’s forbidden to meet God so casually, you knooow! I snuck outta cram school again, today.

Studying for lower grades is boring because I already understand everything to a T. So I came here to play instead.

Kanata: W-Will everything be okay? Did you break what’s forbidden again? You’ll get yelled at.

Madara: It’s all good as long as they don’t find out. Hahaha!

Kanata: Once Kanata becomes a god, he will change many, many rules. He’ll make it so they can’t get angry even if Mikejima and Kanata are close.

So, wait for him. Because, it’ll be okay.

Just might have to wait a little bit longer.

Madara: Gotchaa. Well, I’ll wait and see, but I won’t expect too much.

Kanata: Mhm. You can count on it.

It’ll all work out, okay? God doesn’t lie.

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1. Ebisu is the Japanese god of fishing and commerce. It's brought up here because "ebisu" is similar to abyss "abisu".

#translation #abyss #scout #kanata shinkai #madara mikejima

[beevean]

Ok, so how do you think a in character Sonic would handle Surge in a fight? I’d imagine at first he’d be excited. A new rival to fight and something new added to the adventure. This would of course piss Surge off since she wants this to be a fight to the death and then probably give out details to her backstory. I think Sonic would then take this much more seriously and probably try talking her down like he did with Blaze in their fight. Surge isn’t having it though and mentions how she part 1/2

mentions how she part 2/2 will pretty much burn the world for revenge. Sonic decides he needs to take her down and I imagine the conversation would be like the one he had with Merlina in their fight. Sonic still trying to get it through to her that she’s wrong. Then the point of the comic where Surge is hanging happens. I think Sonic would immediately grab her hand and Surge being the little shit she is shocks him only for him to flip her back on the ledge knocking her out. What would he dothen?

I think I much prefer this version! In the original, Surge first dumps her backstory on Sonic, and then Sonic acts like he's having the time of his life, coming off as he's deliberately mocking Surge. (not to mention how it becomes a little funny from Sonic's perspective that a girl just vomited words on him as soon as she entered the room, no wonder he's like "uhhhhh can you repeat from the top?")

I prefer the idea of Sonic, while still a little confused, having fun at first, because when was the last time that he fought someone who matched him (and didn't cheat like Infinite)? But then Surge explains why she hates him so much, and Sonic is horrified - he doesn't understand much, but he gets the gist that this is a living being programmed to be a person that she's not. I'm sure that it's his worst nightmare. Her comments that it's his fault also sting, because if she's right, this is yet another instance of his approach failing and causing a disaster. He tries to use logic while fighting, but Surge isn't in the mood of using logic.

I think Sonic would immediately grab her hand and Surge being the little shit she is shocks him only for him to flip her back on the ledge knocking her out.

I find this hilarious. "You're going to live whether you like it or not!" 😂 so it would be a mirrored version of Eggman slamming Starline into the ground? Odd parallel but I like it.

But if we keep the "no one could have survived that" scenario for plot reasons, there are two other possibilities:

Surge is about to fall, Sonic rushes to rescue her, Surge in a split second cannot bear the thought of Sonic saving her, of her being indebted to him, of him being nice to her, of him valuing (pretending to value?) her worthless life... and she lets herself fall. There's a shot of the two looking at each other: there is nothing but bitter hatred in Surge's eyes, while Sonic is shocked, or even worse... sad.

Surge is about to fall, Sonic rushes to rescue her without thinking, Surge does the whole routine "I want to kill you, I need it like I need air, and you saved me? Why?", Sonic is like "No special reason, I won't let someone die on my watch"... but then Surge says "then you're dumber than you look" and rushes at him with the intention of pushing him off the cliff: Sonic, who in his heart considered the possibility, side steps, and Surge flings herself in the abyss. Sonic is left with conflicting emotions.

So there you go. This is how I would rewrite the scene while keeping the main beats. I personally would have moved Surge dumping her tragic backstory on Sonic in their second encounter at least, because way to load him with out-of-context important information, we could have had the contrast of their first encounter being nothing but a fun romp for Sonic and then him discovering later that the issues run much deeper than he thought.

Like, imagine him taunting Surge like he always does, and her anger doesn’t register as anything more than her falling for his smack talk; but then, I don’t know, Kit reveals to Sonic and Tails how they came to be, and Sonic is like “oh, shit”, as suddently everything falls into place. The second time Sonic and Surge meet, Sonic is far more serious and tries to calm her down - and unlike in the scenario where Surge vents to him, Sonic would have had more time to think about how to approach her.

Buuuut if we need to condense the timeline because their next encounter has something else set in stone for them, at least I'd move things around. And remove the stupid falling rocks :V

#sonic the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #idw sonic

[kachimera]

Either Walter/Joachim or Hector/Isaac, the two white/red worstie ships :p

Ok for Walter x Joachim:

These two hate eachother so bad it makes them look stupid, absolute codependent toxic bitches. We still got a case of "hallucinate your own story" so-

If we go the "an old ass Walter turned Joachim" route then its a wonderful mirror for our protags, aka how poorly things could have ended if Leon he had accepted Mathias's offer. It also paint's Joachim in a somewhat sympathetic light ? A guy who fell for the old vampstard's deceptions and his own flaws, whose ambition (and hatred ?) made him attempt a coup only to fail miserably and be trapped for fuck knows how long. And meanwhile Walter is being like "lmao this is fun :)" in the most arrogant manipulative stupid bastard way like only he can do <3

And if we go the "bapy Walter defeats old ass Joachim" route then it's fucking hilarious to think abt it, just two bastards fucking eachother up and the lil one wins. it shows both how dangerous Walter's deceptions can be and how arrogant Joachim must have been to fall like that despite his experience and power, and its also a wonderful mirror for Walter and Mathias (lmao Walter learned absolutely fucking nothing and got fucked over by a dude and his own pride, beautiful )

And now, for Hector x Isaac:

(Same guy ? Dracula. Or Alucard. Or even Trevor i mean- what is up with these hoes )

What can I say abt these worsties that hasn't been said already ? They met eachother thanks to their cursed fate, where the only person the other had for friendship and solace, yet their different personalities and their circumstances drove them apart despite how much they needed eachother (lack of self steem and envy making you hurt your loved ones when they can do what you can't ? Just like me fr) until Hector chooses his own self and his life while Isaac chooses his master and his loyalty (and is hurt af). then while Hector improves (hell yea Rosaly best girl) Isaac sinks deeper and deeper in this well of pure toxicity (curse included! :^D) until he kills the aforementioned best girl anddd game events happen. (All of this while Dracula and Death sit watching like "lol. Lmao")

In the end i can't help but compare them to two guys meeting in a ship (ha), drove together by the whims of fate and then driven apart thanks to their workload and stress, and while the ship sinks in a storm one clings on to the debris in hopes for a better life, the other falls in love with the sea and the abyss and hopes to feed it with himself and his once loved. (where the fuck did this ship analogy comes from ? Idk the mysteries of life)

The lesson is that if you meet a sexy red themed problematic fucker then it's gonna end poorly on various degrees :^)

#i got interrupted so many times while writing this wahhh #me answers #castlevania

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Sakusa x fem!Reader | Kita x fem!Reader | Tendō x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: LOVED YOUR FALLING IN LOVE WITH SINGLE MOM HCS SHAKAKAOXVAIAL MOSTLY BOKUTO’S AHDIWIXBSIAO!! CAN I REQ THEM WITH SAKUSA KITA AND TENDOU?? TYSM 🤩🤩 —anonymous

a/n: once again,,, i love these hcs so much but i feel like omi was kinda ooc im so sorry (╥﹏╥) i hope u like these still!! i really enjoyed writing these, pls do tell me what you think (~￣³￣)~

❀ he's been watching you for a while now— his team's manager

❀ everyone knew you've recently became a new mom— as well as how your child's dad went MIA a few weeks after you gave birth, left a note breaking things off with you and saying he wasn't ready to be a dad

❀ you usually had your mom or a relative take care of your baby while you went to work, but this time no one was available so you had to bring your son with you

❀ standing by the corner of the crowded cafeteria, he kept on glancing at you obviously struggling to pacify your baby

❀ he didn't like the piercing cries of the child in your arms so he decided to help you, or so he convinced himself

❀ in reality, he couldn't take seeing you so panicked anymore— it agitates him so much

❀ he was trying to remember what komori taught him about babies as he walked over to where you stood

"have you tried feeding it?" he asked nonchalantly, standing a good foot away from you as he tried to peer over your shoulder

"him" you replied, exhaustion and frustration dripping from your tone, "and yeah, i just did"

you sighed

"give me"

it wasn't everyday that sakusa offered help so you jumped at the opportunity, supporting your child's neck and back as sakusa took him, doing the same

❀ he laid the baby on his chest, gently tapping at his back

❀ after a few moments he let out a small burp the baby not sakusa skdka

❀ he handed your child back to you, now silently chewing on his hand, saying he "just needed to burp"

❀ your face felt hot, embarrassed that you had no idea

❀ sakusa just placed a hand on your head and smiled behind his mask before leaving, he knows you needed all the help you can get right now and he, albeit wordlessly, made sure you're aware that he's willing to provide that help

❀ since then he regularly drops by your apartment and helps you clean and take care of your baby saying he's just making sure there weren't any germs near the kid

❀ lets you take naps as he watch your kid— but not before taking a bath, he has spare clothes in your closet

❀ the team notices how he's always over at your place

"omi-kun you're always over at y/n's, might as well move in with her"

"if she wants me to, i don't see any problem with it" he said so casually it made you whip your head to his direction

"do you... want to?" he looked away from you without an answer, avoiding your eyes, "omi-kun do you want to move in with us?"

"i said, if you wanted to" he replied, still avoiding your gaze and cheeks tinted red

❀ you met him at the wet market; well, your daughter did

❀ you noticed her run off while you were buying ingredients for your lunch and stocking up your fridge, quickly trying to catch up to her

❀ she was giddily running around, little 3 year old legs not taking her too far before bumping into a stranger's leg

❀ falling to her bum, your daughter looked up to see brown eyes looking down at her

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

he helped the child up, holding her steady as he dusted off her bottom

by the time you caught up with the both of them, he already had your daughter in his arms, asking her where her mom was with a smile

"there she is!" she said with a giggle

"baby, what did i tell you about running off on your own?" you scolded her with a tired smile as kita handed her over to you, thanking him kindly

❀ after that encounter, he started to notice you more and more; in the wet market, around the neighbourhood, and in the topics of local grannies

❀ you moved in recently, shortly after your daughter's dad bailed out on the both of you, leaving you to raise her alone; or so he's heard

❀ he would always give you a soft smile and an acknowledging nod whenever you two see each other

❀ it wasn't until his grandmother asked him to bring over some vegetables to your house that he had the chance to have an actual conversation with you

"gran wanted you to have this"

"oh thank you very much", you beamed at him while taking the basket, "do you maybe want to come inside? i'll prepare some tea"

he was about to decline the offer, but the joyful look on your child's face the moment she sees kita convinced him to do otherwise

❀ the two of you talked over tea and snacks while your daughter sat on his lap, playing with his large hand

❀ you couldn't help but smile at the both of them, your daughter never one to be this playful with others, kita didn't seem too bothered either

❀ time passed and kita needed to go back home, much to your daughter's dismay

❀ he didn't want to upset your kid too much so it was decided he'll come back soon to play with her

❀ it became a regular thing for kita to stop by your house on his way home from the fields— spending time with you and your daughter slowly becoming routine

❀ he adored your child's little giggles and the way she insisted having him wear the flower crown she made, glancing at you to see you laughing at the sight had him imagining what life would've been like with the two of you

❀ till he realized he was already living that life— looking forward to seeing you both after a hard day of work at the fields, being greeted by warm smiles and a hug, eating dinner together and sharing laughter

❀ it seems like granny wouldn't have to wait too long for a grandchild

❀ he noticed your 2 year old boy looking—staring, at him from across the restaurant he was having lunch at

❀ so of course he decided to make faces in an attempt to make him laugh

❀ he wiggled his eyebrows at the toddler, waving his hands and cooing— though he wasn't sure if the baby even hears him

❀ the boy decided that tendō pulling at his ears and sticking his tongue out was a winner, letting out a short giggle

❀ you had your back to tendō so you were surprised to see your child laughing when you looked up from your meal

❀ turning around to see tendō making the silliest face, you couldn't help but laugh as well, your son finding it absolutely hilarious and is squealing in delight

❀ tendō's face heated up in embarrassment from being caught but he laughed along nonetheless, shaking his head as you waved your son's tiny hands at him and mouthing 'hello'

❀ he thought you two were adorable so he decided to come up to your table

"you babysitting your nephew? or is that your baby brother?"

you chuckled at him, "he's my son"

"oh"

the redhead's brain buffered for a few moments, "i should get going then, don't wanna offend someone" he laughed awkwardly, hand scratching at his nape

"oh no, it's fine. you're not offending anyone" his eyebrows raised at your reply's implication, "mind taking a seat? my baby seem to like you"

"your baby has great taste" tendō smirked as he slid to the seat opposite yours

"so it seems" you said with a tone that sent a blush straight to his cheeks

❀ the afternoon ended with your number saved on tendō's phone under the name cute baby('s) momma🥺

❀ he texts and calls All The Time; asking how your kid is doing and wanting to see the both of you

❀ after a while of talking and going out, you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place for a visit and he was simply ✨ecstatic✨

❀ spent the whole afternoon crawling around your living room chasing your son, squeals and giggles echoing throughout your house

❀ you've never seen your son be this comfortable with anyone that isn't you and you're just grateful that tendō adores your child as much as your child adores him

❀ when tendō walked up to you— your son in his arms, sleeping soundly on his shoulder, you offered to take the child but he refused and opted to pull you close with his free hand

❀ he leaned against the kitchen counter, both you and your son in his arms as you asked him in a whisper, "can you stay?"

❀ understanding what you meant was more than staying for the night, he answered with a definite "for as long as you want to, of course" before pressing a kiss on your temple

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#sakusa x reader #kita x reader #satori tendo x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu sakusa #kita shinsuke #hq tendou #tendou #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori #tendou headcanon #tendou hcs #tendou x reader

[weasleylangs]

swipe right / f.w

Summary: Finding your best friend and your biggest crush on Tinder is always awkward.  Pairing: Muggle!Fred Weasley x Muggle!Fem!Reader Warnings: Discussions of sex, language, alcohol, food/drink mention.  Word Count: 6.9k (this is the longest thing i’ve ever written)

AUTHORS NOTE / hiiiii... this is my first fic in SO long but thank you for waiting for me!!! a huge thank you to my lovely rosie @spacexcowgirl for inspiring this fic and also listening to me ramble on about it for hours on end as i was writing it and for also beta reading it guys this fic rly wouldnt exist if it wasnt for rose so.........

/ also, george’s girlfriend in the fic is named ‘em’ and she has no physical description besides also using she/her pronouns. i’m trying this out so even people who aren’t (primarily) fred simps can self insert in this fic!!!

taglist / @amourtentiaa​ @weelittleweasley​ @lumos-barnes​​ @lumosandnoxwriting​​ @loveboyhalo​​ @harrysweasleys​​ @freds-slut​​ @rcwenaclaw​​ @barneswidow​ @fandomhideout​​​

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Y/N stared at her screen, the Tinder profile of Fred Weasley staring right back at her, teasing her ominously. She eventually decides to lock her phone to avoid the familiar and unwelcomed feelings rising in her throat. The last thing she ever expected to see during her mindless swiping at 1am was her best friend’s Tinder profile. 

She knows it’s hypocritical to feel this way but she’s also not stupid. She and Fred both have had their fair share of dates and hookups thanks to dating apps- they’re in the twenties and single after all. But she can’t shake how weird she feels finding Fred. Like she’s stumbled across something private.

Y/N unlocks her phone again, curiosity eventually making her cave after staring at her ceiling blankly for way too long. 

‘Pros: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that's a good thing). Cons: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that’s a bad thing).’

It’s a short and simple bio, much like her own but she has to stifle a choked laugh. She and George’s girlfriend have said these to both the twins and she feels a sense of accomplishment that she can’t explain. Almost like Fred thinking of her while he sets up his dating profile means something. 

She hesitates a moment, debating between swiping left and never thinking about Fred and dating profiles ever again and swiping right just to see what happens. Y/N’s definitely making it a bigger issue than it has to be, which is why she doesn’t realise when George’s girlfriend and her roommate suddenly appears in her doorway holding chocolate.

“Em, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow?” She questions and the girl in the doorway shrugs, making her way into the room and sitting down without an invitation.

“I can vaguely hear you monologuing next door,” she laughs as she breaks a line of chocolate off the bar and hands it to Y/N. She groans, in her moment of panic she completely forgot about the fact it’s late and their bedroom walls are paper-thin. “All I heard was something about Fred and the word fuck. I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” she winks and Y/N cringes, Em’s usual 15-year-old boy humour shining through as she pops the piece of chocolate in her mouth. 

“You’re hilarious,” Y/N says rolling her eyes but she can’t deny the fondness that’s there for her best friend. “No, you’re not interrupting anything, rather the opposite actually, look.” She passes her unlocked phone to Em and Y/N wishes she could have captured the shocked look on Em's face.

“Fred has a fucking active Tinder?” She’s quickly swiping through his profile and she hates to admit he has good pictures, but when she gets to his bio she snorts and rolls her eyes. “That’s something you say, Y/N.” 

Y/N feels her face go red at Em’s comment. She’s acknowledged this already but when someone else says it she feels like she isn’t being as far fetched as she’s convinced herself. While she outright refuses to acknowledge her feelings for Fred to anyone who isn’t herself, she knows Em knows without having to tell her. Call it best friend instinct, ‘dating-his-twin-brother’ instinct, whatever she pleases, which is why when there’s a mischievous glint in Em’s eyes, Y/N immediately is reaching for her phone. “No.”

Em whines, rolling onto her back. “Why not, you’re so boring!” 

“I am not swiping right on Frederick fucking Weasley.” She feels her face becoming warmer as she says it. Em gives her a look as if to say ‘I believe you’ with a glint in her eye that makes Y/N know she doesn’t. “I’m just never going to open the app again!”

Em rolls her eyes but the fond smile on her face is unmistakable. “And do what, love?” 

Y/N falters for a second before shrugging. “Not perceive his profile. It’ll be gone into the abyss of people who live in London and I’ll never think about it again.” She’s smiling, thinking she’s concocted the most perfect plan.

-----

It wasn’t the most perfect plan, for when Y/N is hanging out with Fred two days later she’s faced yet again with the ‘Tinder Predicament’ as dubbed by Em. Fred and Y/N are sitting in their favourite park, the new spring weather of London on their skin as they soak up the friendly sun rays after a harsh winter. Y/N is laying on her stomach, the book open but she’s barely reading as she pretends to listen to Fred ramble on about only God knows what. 

It’s 11am, not too early for the park to be empty but busy enough that other people are turning up, mostly couples. Y/N tunes Fred out, quickly getting lost in her own thoughts. Do other people think we’re a couple? she thinks to herself. She knows if Em could read her mind she’d say yes and Y/N is quick to push the thought out of her mind. 

Everything is interrupted when her phone lights up with a ‘You’ve got a new match!’ notification and before she can hide it from prying eyes, Fred’s wolf-whistling. 

“You’ve got dating apps, do ya, Y/L/N?” he teases and Y/N wants the Earth to swallow her up, she can’t think of a worse situation to be in. 

“Yeah, don’t you?” The second the words leave her mouth she regrets them. Fred’s smirking at her, a signature smirk of his he only does when she knows he’s up to something. Unfortunately for her, she is on the receiving end of that something.

“Something along the lines of ‘looking for a golden retriever boy?’. Ring any bells, darling?” Y/N feels her blood drain from her body and Fred releases a laugh that can only be described as a full-body chortle. “You know I have one, darling. Besides, you popped up last night. I already knew.” 

Y/N groans. This shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it feels but it’s Fred and knowing Fred has seen her dating profile was low on her wishes for this week, or for her entire life for that matter. 

“Did you at least swipe right on me?” 

It’s said with a teasing manner, falling right out of Y/N’s mouth before she can stop it. Her curiosity always gets the best of her and she wants to kick herself for it. But she doesn’t even notice Fred’s slight falter, the red tint kissing his cheeks and emphasising the freckles across his face at the comment. “You’ll have to swipe right on me to find out.” 

She can’t tell if he’s joking. But Fred is always joking. So she laughs and pushes him slightly, “If I come across your Tinder profile, I’m reporting it.” 

“It would be a blessing from the universe for you to come across my dating profile. I’m sure you’d appreciate my bio.” 

“Let me guess. ‘6’3 if it matters’?” Fred scowls looking down at her and she knows she looks way too proud for that comment but she doesn’t care and after a few seconds, Fred doesn’t care either. He starts to feel a small shred of jealousy from knowing Y/N has a Tinder profile, but he swallows it, tabling it for later when he isn’t with her.

“Why do you have the app?” He blurts out, annoyed at himself for letting it slip out. “Just… Curious, y’know?” He adds on when he notices Y/N looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. He doesn’t really want to know, but the words are out there and the cute scrunch of Y/N’s nose as she thinks of an answer almost makes it worth it.

“Male validation, mostly,” she laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck when she hears Fred laugh along with her. “I don’t know, Freddie.” She says, exasperatedly. “I barely use it. What about you?”

“Sex, if I’m honest.” Now it’s his turn to awkwardly laugh because he knows he answered that way too quickly and a little too honest for his own comfort. Y/N’s been his best friend for years, probably knows him best besides George but she didn’t really need to know he uses his Tinder profile to hook up with people. 

When Y/N doesn’t respond immediately, Fred takes it badly. He knows she would never judge him, not about anything and especially not this, but his thoughts get the best of him and sometimes he can’t help it. He has no idea Y/N is in her own head, jealous other girls get to hold Fred at a distance closer than she ever will. 

He clears his throat and checks his phone to see no notifications besides a direct message from Lee Jordan. He knows George isn’t expecting him home- cursing his brother when he remembers George demanded the flat to himself (and in turn, also Em) today for a few hours. “Hey, uh. I’ve gotta go. Emergency with George apparently.” 

He knows he shouldn’t have lied, it’s not even a good lie but it was the first thing he thought of. He notices Y/N’s eyebrows furrow before she shrugs, nodding before closing her book. “That’s okay, I was getting tired anyway. I might pop back to my flat for a nap.” 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Fred asks and his chest feels warm when Y/N meets his face with a smile. 

“Of course, Freddie.” 

She watches Fred leave, her thoughts getting the best of her. She knows for a fact there is no ‘George emergency’- she knows George is with Em probably being sick and in love and she’s sure Fred knows this too. The realisation Fred made an excuse to not spend time with her hits her like a truck, her mind frantically searching for what she could’ve possibly done to upset her best friend. 

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself, the second she realises.

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To: Em > if you come home tonight dont mind me being drunk x 

Y/N sends the text as she stands in the kitchen, pouring herself her second glass of wine before it has even hit 6pm. On her way home, she stopped by the liquor store, picked up her favourite wine and decided to drink away the anxieties of upsetting Fred.

From: Em > ill be home. ill pick up chinese on the way. save me some wine!!! x

She smiles down at her phone, knowing Em would always be there without even realising it. She sits down on their couch and turns on the television- old reruns of early 2000s sitcoms playing on almost every channel. 

It’s 20 minutes late when Em turns up. She’s nursing the Chinese food as if it’s a child as she tries to unlock the front door without dropping the food or her bottle of wine. She smiles proudly at Y/N the second she gets in, putting the food on the table before she grabs her own wine glass. 

“What happened today?” 

Y/N is caught off guard but she shouldn’t be shocked. She doesn’t usually drink and when she does, it’s very rarely without Em. “Nothing’s wrong!” she says, skulling the rest of her wine when Em gives her a knowing look.

“You were with Fred today and now you’re sad drinking. What happened?” Usually, she loves when Em is her all-knowing best friend, but right now she wishes she’d shut up. 

“Nothing happened!” She’s adamant to not say too much. She knows it’s probably all in her head, that she and Fred will be fine in a few days but when Em gives her one more knowing look, she breaks. “Okay, fine. I think I upset him today.” 

Em’s confused, to say the least. Fred, for as long as she has known him, has never been upset with Y/N- even on accident. She has the tall redhead wrapped around her finger. “How?” she questions, because she truly can’t think of a single thing that Y/N could do to hurt him. 

Em places Y/N’s food in front of her when she starts speaking. “We were talking about Tinder- don’t give me that look he saw a notification and it came up and he asked why I had it. I said I don’t know and when I asked him, he said he uses it for sex,” Y/N says softly, pouring herself another glass of wine before continuing. “I didn’t say anything when he said that, because… Well… You know why.” 

Em does know. She knew the second she became Y/N’s roommate their first year of University that she had feelings for Fred and she knew immediately Fred liked her too but Y/N’s never believed her. “You think he got upset you didn’t say anything about sex?” 

“I think he thinks I was being judgemental.” Em sighs at Y/N’s response. She loves both her best friends- they’re her favourite people besides George but she knows they can be idiots. They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the forks against their Chinese containers before Em grab’s Y/N’s phone, unlocking it.

“Well if Fred’s using Tinder for sex, so should you!” she says matter-of-factly and when Y/N groans from the kitchen sink, Em speaks again. “It’s true! He likes you but won’t tell you, you like him but won’t tell anyone! Who’s a good meaningless shag going to hurt?” 

That’s how they end up in Em’s bed, cuddling under the duvet with ice cream and Y/N’s Tinder profile open on her phone. “You’re so fucking picky, holy shit,” Em says when Y/N scrunches her nose up at the sixth consecutive guy. “It’s a shag, not a hand in marriage, love.”

“They don’t do it for me!” Y/N is avoiding the elephant in the room- that she’s comparing every guy that pops up to Fred. “I have to be attracted to them for this meaningless shag you’re preaching about… See, he’s cute!” His name’s Cormac, he’s 21 so only a few years younger than Y/N and he’s not bad looking. 

“He looks like a douchebag!” Em exclaims and Y/N groans. 

“You told me to stop being picky!” 

“Stop being picky doesn’t mean saying yes to the first conventionally attractive guy we see!” Em exclaims as she swipes left on poor Cormac. Y/N gets up to pour herself and Em one more glass of wine each and she hears Em starting giggling to herself when the new profile shows up, hiding the phone from Y/N’s eyes when she walks over. Without even questioning Y/N, Em swipes right and immediately she starts howling laughing. 

‘New Match!’ the screen reads and Y/N feels her breath hitch when snatches the phone from Em’s hands and she sees who she matched with.

Fred, 24. 2km away.

“I remembered after dinner, you said he told you to swipe right to see what he did,” Em says proudly, and Y/N regrets even mentioning it to Em offhandedly. Y/N’s eyes are transfixed on the tiny screen. There’s no way he seriously swiped right, she’s sure it’s only a joke- people jokingly match with their friends all the time. “So here you go, Freddie swiped right on my lil Y/N/N.” 

Y/N shakes her head at this. “I’m sure he only did it as a joke. People do that when they find their friends on Tinder all the time!” she says, sitting back down on the bed and cuddling up next to Em. “You were telling me to swipe right on him last night, after all.” 

Em looks at Y/N and sighs, clearly sensing how uncomfortable Y/N is feeling right now from the confrontation of her feelings for Fred. “I was telling you to swipe right because I know you’re in love with him,” she says softly, not missing the way Y/N’s eyes soften at the mention of her feelings for Fred. “I’m sorry if I’d known-”

“Don’t apologise! I’m just going to ignore the fact we matched,” she says softly, unlocking her phone and immediately exiting from Fred’s profile. The tension from a few moments ago quickly dissipates as Y/N receives another match, this time from a boy named Neville who Y/N knows is friends with Fred’s little brother. 

“When did you swipe on Nev?” Em asks and Y/N shrugs. She knows she probably did it to be funny, like what she thinks Fred’s done to her, but the more she thinks about it, Neville isn’t a bad match. He’s nice, friendly and now he’s in his twenties, he isn’t bad looking either.  

“Nev’s sweet. If he asked me out I’d say yes.” She says. She isn’t lying- there’s been times she’s considered going on dates to avoid her feelings for Fred, to get over him once and for all but whenever it gets to that point, she chickens out. “I know you want a meaningless shag, but I think maybe a date would be a good idea. You know?”

Em nods, pulling Y/N closer to cuddle her and suddenly feeling bad about preaching for meaningless sex. “Maybe you’re more of a date before shagging kind of girl, and that’s okay.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

-----

Em’s fast asleep and Y/N’s overthinking next to her when she gets a message from a match. Y/N rolls her eyes when she sees the time reads 2am; knowing whoever's messaging at this time is just looking for a booty call but she opens the notification nonetheless.

From: Fred > i can be a golden retriever boy :) 

She smiles at the message, Fred’s presence always does that to her. She never expected him to message her on tinder considering she’s convinced it was just a joke swipe right, but this is probably just a joking message too. She checks his bio is still the same Aries joke before quickly replying.  

To: Fred > good thing im a big aries fan then ;)  > how tall are you though? im sure youre well aware it matters

She hopes Fred laughs at her messages because making Fred laugh is her favourite pastime. The three dots signalling Fred’s typing pops up and her heart starts to race.

From: Fred

> im 7’5 if its that important :/ 

She giggles and when doesn’t know how to reply after that, she exits out of their messages, but it’s not like she has to keep a conversation with Fred going. She’s trying to think of a funny message to send Fred when she gets another message; this time from Neville.

From: Neville > hi Y/N! i hope this isnt a weird time to message you, i just finished grading some work. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime this week? we were kind of friends at school, after all, and it’ll be nice to catch up :) 

The message from Neville is sweet, and she almost feels guilty reading it. Attached is his number and everything and Y/N feels her throat closing up. She would feel terrible going on a date with Neville despite what she claimed earlier, knowing her heart currently belongs to Fred. 

But Fred’s lack of interest in her is eating at her as much as her own feelings for him do, and she knows she deserves better than to sit around and wait for him any longer. If Em was awake the date would already be confirmed, she knows that much so she decides to say yes to Neville, to at least put herself out there. She can imagine the little Devil version of Em dancing on her shoulder as she begins to type out a reply to Neville.

She doesn’t even think to look at who it’s being sent to before clicking send. But by then it’s too late- she doesn’t even know how she ended up back in Fred’s messages but now she wants to roll up into a ball and die.

To: Fred > hi neville! id love to grab dinner one day, here’s my number and we can organise it tomorrow because im going to bed now! x

She’s staring at the message for so long she doesn’t even notice the ‘???’ she gets back from Fred. She quickly copies and pastes the message to the right recipient this time before plugging in her phone and rolling over to sleep.

Em’s slight snoring lulls her to sleep, thoughts of Fred filling her mind before she passes out for the night. What she doesn’t know is that while she falls asleep, Fred lays awake, staring at his ceiling. Contemplating the knowledge he has knowing Y/N’s potentially organising a date with one of  his little brother’s best friends. 

-----

Fred hates this feeling; this feeling of jealousy in his stomach that’s threatening to spill out of his throat. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about Y/N accidentally messaging him about a date with another person all morning and he knows George is getting annoyed with him. 

“Why are you being such a prat this morning?” George had asked when Fred scowled at his brother for simply standing in the kitchen. Fred had huffed as a reply, grabbing the milk for his tea before sitting down at their table to munch on his toast.

“Not being a prat,” he says, words muffled by the food in his mouth and George gives him a disgusted look before taking a bite of his own toast. “Do you remember Neville Longbottom?” 

George nods, of course, he knows Neville. “Ron’s friend? Super nice bloke. Think him and Hannah Abbott just broke up, why?” 

Fred shrugs, he’s almost positive it’s the same Neville now. “Think Y/N’s going on a date with him, that’s all.” When George raises his eyebrows, Fred speaks again, “Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going on a date with a prat.”

“Wanted to know who she is going on a date with in general, more like it,” George mutters under his breath. He knows Fred better than he knows anybody, better than he knows his girlfriend and almost better than he knows himself. “You sure you’re not jealous?”

Fred squints at George. “Why would I be jealous?” Fred stands and makes his way to the kitchen to wash up his dishes and he almost drops them in the sink when George speaks again.

“Because you’re in love with Y/N?” He says it so casually Fred almost chokes on air. He’s never thought about himself and Y/N in that way. Sure they like to cuddle when they’re drunk and they spend every waking moment together but he’s not in love with Y/N.

Is he?

“What makes you say that?” Fred asks quietly, hoping to hide the red blush forming on his cheeks. George might be his best friend and twin brother but he knows he would never live it down admitting he has feelings for Y/N. 

“You two are worse than Em and I, and we’re actually dating,” George speaks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “When Em first met Y/N, she asked how long you and she had been together for, mate.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Fred says a little too quickly. 

“I’m sure it doesn’t, Freddie,” George smirks as he speaks, getting up to wash his dishes now. Fred stands in the kitchen, nursing his cup of tea as he contemplates George’s words. Sure, he always knew he had some kind of feelings for his best friend, but being in love was another whole ordeal. It means wanting long term commitment, probably a house together, maybe marriage, perhaps kids if Y/N wanted them and the longer Fred sits with these in his mind, he quickly realises he does want all that and even more with Y/N. He’s probably wanted it with her for a while and he just hasn’t ever realised.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, low enough for George not to hear but when Fred doesn’t have a rebuttal to George’s words he knows he’s accidentally sent Fred into an existential crisis. 

“Look, Fred. If Y/N going on a date bothers you, you need to tell her.” George knows he’s about to cross some lines that he promised himself he would never cross but it’s getting dire in his eyes. “Y/N likes you and deep down you know you like her too, even if you’re oblivious. She deserves to know and if you’re too much of a chicken to admit it to her, then you don’t get to be bothered about her going on a date with Neville Longbottom.” 

Fred huffs. He knows George is right, but he can’t help but feel like he truly noticed too late. He swiped right on her on Tinder hoping she would swipe right back and they could go from there. But he knows Y/N only swiped right to see if he had done it first, that she only swiped right out of curiosity and right now, Fred is cursing the app under his breath. 

“Well, fine, yes I like Y/N, but I can’t just stop her from going on a date. That’s controlling and mean.” Fred states and George just sighs. “I’ll talk to her after her date, if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

George stares at him. “Since when are you mister Que sera, sera, Freddie?” Fred shrugs, not understanding the reference George made. “Since when are you just letting it happen?” George translates when he notices the blank stare on Fred’s face.

“Since right now. I don’t want to come off controlling to Y/N.” Fred says. In actuality, even though he knows George would never lie to him, he’s scared. Y/N is his best friend and the last thing he ever wants to do is ruin his closest friendship all because of some jealousy. 

“Okay fine, but if she gets a boyfriend, I’m sorry mate,” George says and he knows putting the threat of losing Y/N romantically on the line is harsh, but it’s what he has to do. He’s watched the pair pine for each other for years and he’s sure this is the last straw. 

“We’re going out with the lads in a few days, by the way! Maybe you can stop moping enough for a shag!” George calls out and Fred flips him the finger as he walks off to his bedroom. 

-----

Y/N and Neville decide on getting dinner together three days later. It’s a Friday so neither of them has to worry about work or coursework the next day, which is perfect. Neville tells Y/N about his favourite Italian restaurant right near Old Street subway station in Shoreditch, so that’s where the pair decide to meet. 

It’s rather busy when Y/N gets to the station. Neville has apologised profusely for still being fifteen minutes away but she reassures him it’s fine and that she’ll meet him outside the station so they can walk to the restaurant together. 

Y/N’s on her phone, texting Em and telling her she’s safe when she feels a presence next to her. She tenses up quickly but she soon relaxes when she looks at the person next to her and realises it’s Fred. 

“Hi,” she says, smiling. She hasn’t seen him since the day in the park, but they’ve texted and called so she’s sure everything is fine. “What are you doing all the way on this side of London?” 

Fred smiles and shoves his hands in his jeans pocket before replying, “Grabbing a drink with the lads tonight, love. What about you?” His tone is casual and Y/N has to stop herself from checking him out. He’s dressed in a nice dress shirt, it’s orange and on anyone else, it would clash with his hair but Fred somehow manages to pull it off. He’s got a black jacket over the top of his shirt, alongside black jeans that show off his long and muscular legs on and his outfit is paired off with a pair of boots on his feet. 

He’s not making it easy to get over him, that’s for sure. 

“I’ve got a date,” she’s shy when she says it, looking away from Fred and then back down at her phone. The time reads 6:47pm and Neville’s train will be getting in any second now. She’s trying to get over Fred and the last thing she needs is Fred lingering when said date turns up. 

“Ah yes, with Neville, if I remember correctly,” Fred’s teasing and Y/N has to force a laugh out. She blocked out the fact she’d accidentally messaged him instead of Neville and was hoping he would forget as well. But this is Fred she was talking about, and Fred never lets up a chance to tease Y/N for something.

“Yeah, Neville Longbottom,” she says and she catches the look of recognition that flashes across Fred’s face. “He was friends with your brother in school.” 

Fred nods in acknowledgement while he can’t decide whether or not he’s happy with the confirmation that he was right. He’s sad and jealous, that much is obvious, but he’s a little happy. Happy that even though Y/N is going on a date with someone who isn’t himself, it’s someone he knows would treat her like she deserves. 

“Neville’s a good guy, I’m happy for you,” he forces out and Y/N smiles up at Fred and he wants to sink into the Earth. The smile on her face is one he wants to be the cause for forever. “I should get going, tell Nev hello for me!”

He pulls Y/N into a quick hug, presses a quick kiss absentmindedly on the top of her head before letting her go and crossing the street and making his way to the bar he’s meeting Lee, George, Harry and Ron at. 

Y/N watches him leave, dumbfounded. The kiss on the top of her head is nothing less than usual; Fred’s always been touchy with her but now it feels weird. All she wants is to call out to Fred and demand the redhead take her on a date instead. 

But before Y/N can do anything drastic, she hears Neville call out her name and she turns around quickly. He’s just as sweet and cute as she remembers and even if she wishes Fred was the boy she was on a date with, Neville is someone she would be friends with above anything. 

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long!” He says when he reaches her, kissing her cheek as Y/N pulls him into a hug. His presence is comforting and he smells like cinnamon and Y/N feels herself instantly relax.

“Not too long!” She replies as she begins walking towards the restaurant with Neville. During Spring, the cold weather still returns at night so their hands are shoved inside their jacket pockets to keep warm but they’re walking closely together. “I ran into Fred just before, so he kept me company.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Neville says as he grabs the door to the restaurant, “can’t have a pretty girl waiting outside a subway station alone.” Y/N feels her cheeks heat up at his comment. 

They’re quickly seated and wine is ordered. They’ve been placed in a booth right near the window, where they’re able to watch the City of London go by. “How’s teaching going?” Y/N asks when she remembers Neville recently graduated and got an immediate job offer at the Agriculture department at a college in Surrey. 

“It’s going well! I specifically teach the floriculture courses so I love it, of course,” Neville’s smile couldn’t get any wider. Y/N specifically remembers his constant fascination with plants and flowers in school and she couldn’t be happier for him to be doing what he so clearly loves, “What about you?” 

“Being hammered by my postgrad coursework,” she says, laughing and taking a sip of her wine. “My job at the bookstore near my flat doesn’t suck but I definitely don’t work as much as I used to, unfortunately.” Neville raises his glass, almost to say I’ll drink to that when the waiter comes over to take their order.

Dinner goes quickly, conversation flows easily between the two and soon enough the bill arrives and Neville grabs the cheque before Y/N can even say anything. “You can grab it next time.” 

Y/N falters at this. She knows she should say something to Neville; that this has been nice but there won’t be a second date. She’s too caught up in her panic and she’s beginning to curse Fred Weasley under her breath when Neville gently places his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the restaurant. 

“Are you okay?” Neville asks when they get outside. He noticed the tensed look on Y/N’s face the second they got outside and when she nods and sighs he takes it as a sign to stop walking.

“This has been nice, Nev,” she starts and she feels terrible even though she knows it’s better, to be honest. “But I don’t think I’m-”

“Ready for a relationship?” Neville finishes for her, and he’s not condescending when he says it. He could tell even before dinner was finished that she probably felt that way and he doesn’t mind. “I don’t think I am either. But this was fun, was it not?” 

Y/N nods, smiling as the anxieties of hurting Neville wash away. “It was fun!” she says, “I hope we can do it again. Even as friends?” 

He nods back, a warm smile gracing his cheeks. “Of course.”

They walk back to the station together, promises of seeing each other again soon leaves their mouths as they walk to their respective platforms. 

From: Neville  > thanks for tonight. i forgot to mention, please tell me when you’re home safe!

She smiles down at the text, shooting Neville a reply of reassurance that she will before opening her messages with Em to let her know she’s on her way home. She’s jumping through her apps, Snapchat that she only uses for filters, Facebook she only uses to check the ‘Dogspotting’ group until she lands on Instagram. 

She sees a story from George and when she opens it, she immediately regrets it. It’s their friendship group, that much she expected but she sees a girl sitting next to Fred nursing what looks like a Gin and Tonic and Y/N feels sick. 

She immediately closes the app, pretending she didn’t see it. She has no right to be upset over this but it plagues her thoughts for the entire subway trip home.

That’s when she decides she’s going to demand answers from Fred. She doesn’t know how, or when or if she’ll even do it without Em forcing her to, but she knows she deserves better. That she doesn’t deserve to hang on the end of every touch, every word of Fred’s in hopes he’ll hold her closer than arm's length while she desperately wants more. 

-----

The next night, Fred’s laying on his couch in an uncomfortable position searching Netflix at 10pm when he hears a knock at the front door. He knows it isn’t George, or any member of his family for that matter and any normal person would ring before coming over this late at night. So when Fred gets up and looks through his peephole to ensure he’s not about to be murdered, he’s shocked to see an angry-looking Y/N.  

He opens the door and she’s immediately inside, pushing past Fred’s body and when she turns around, she has the most determined look on her face he’s ever seen. 

“I’m annoyed at you.” Fred’s taken aback, he tries to think back at their interaction the evening before, trying to piece together anything that would annoy Y/N but he’s coming up blank.

“What did I do?” He wearily asks and when Y/N purses her lips together and looks like she’s about to cry Fred has to resist the urge to apologise without knowing what he needs to apologise for.

“I’m annoyed at you because,” she pauses and takes a shaky breath, “I’m annoyed because I went on a date last night. I went on a date with the loveliest man I’ve ever met. And I spent the whole fucking time wishing I was on a date with you. And I’ve spent all of today debating coming over here and telling you that so I drank half of Em’s bottle of wine for some liquid courage and here I fucking am!” 

That’s the last thing Fred was expecting to come out of Y/N’s mouth. “Well, that’s not-” 

“I’m not finished.” She stares at Fred and he immediately shuts up. 

“I’ve been in love with you for years and it’s not fair on me anymore, Freddie.” Her voice is shaking like she needs to get everything out as soon as possible. “I need to know if you feel anything for me, even in the slightest, because if I need to move on, I’m begging you to be honest with me.” 

Fred feels his heartbreak at how sweet, how broken, how defeated Y/N looked standing in front of him right now. He can see the need for an honest answer swimming in Y/N’s eyes and he’s never felt braver to admit his feelings than he does right now.

“I’m an idiot,” Y/N scoffs but lets him continue, “because I didn’t realise how fucking in love with you I am until I almost lost you. I thought…” he pauses, looking for the right words and when his eyes meet Y/N’s, there’s a softness there that wasn’t there previously. “I thought what we had was normal; the cuddling, the constant need to be with each other, the constant subtle touches. But George knocked some sense into me.” Y/N lets out a breath as she laughs, of course, it was George’s doing.

“I’m in love with you, and I think I have been since we were 17. So I’m so fucking sorry, for ever letting you think you meant any less to me, my love.” 

Y/N’s eyes are overflowing with tears at his words and Fred panics for a second before he sees the biggest and most loving smile overtake Y/N’s face. “Fucking hell, you big dummy.” 

She crosses the room, quicker than she’s ever moved before and pulls Fred’s 6’3 frame into her arms. She feels Fred pull her away, only slightly, so he can look down into her eyes and cup her cheek with his hand. His thumb is providing comfort as it strokes across her cheek and wiping away any stray tears. 

She cups the outside of his hand with her own and brings her face to the side to kiss his palm. This is the closest the two have ever been and both their hearts feel like they could beat out of their chests at any moment. It’s the adrenaline from this moment that causes Fred to blurt out his next question, without any hesitation.

“Can I please kiss you before I die?” 

Y/N laughs as she looks up at Fred. She doesn’t even give him an answer, she just pulls the tall boy down before locking their lips together. They’ve both kissed plenty of people, had many first kisses whether it be with first dates or partners but they can both agree this is the best kiss either of them has ever experienced. 

Y/N is pouring everything she can into the kiss, knowing she will never get tired of the taste of caramel that she will forever associate with kissing the love of her life. She presses her lips harder against his, her tongue running along Fred’s chapped lips asking for more before he opens his mouth to massage his tongue with hers. 

Fred decides to be a tease, pulling back slightly before capturing her lips again and biting her bottom lip slightly. This action pulls a moan from Y/N’s throat, soft enough that Fred almost misses it but he can’t help but smirk into the kiss. He wants nothing more than to kiss Y/N for the rest of his life, but eventually, he has to pull away to catch his breath and the whine that leaves Y/N’s mouth might be the cutest sound he’s ever heard in his life. 

“I hope to God you know I’m never letting you kiss anyone else ever again, holy shit,” she says, cheeks flushed red and when she looks at Fred she thinks she’s fallen even further in love with him. His hair’s messy, thanks to her running her hands through it and his lips are slightly swollen. She thinks this might be the most beautiful she’s ever seen Fred in her life and if this is how gorgeous he looks after a few minutes of kissing, she’s secretly anticipating how gorgeous he’s going to look laying in her bed, naked. 

Fred smiles dopily down at her, “Don’t worry darling, I never want to be with someone who isn’t you ever again.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fae writes

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Genshin Fic Recs

so... i ventured into the vast world of Google looking for some good GI fic recs... only to find such a pitiful amount that i was promptly devastated. therefore, the solution is to make my own! :D

keep in mind most of these will be ChiLi or XingYun, and yes, i will try not to include smut unless it was one i really really liked. if anyone wants a separate list for just smut (though that will most likely be shorter) i can try to make one later.`

ft. my bookmark comments :)

CHILI

wrapped up in pure gold by beyondwinter

(chili; accidental marriage; chili/childe-centric; 22k words; ongoing)

"Do you understand its meaning, Childe?" He finally asks. There's a hard glint in his eyes, like he's trying to steel himself for his answer.

"Yeah." Loyalty and devotion, right? Between business partners? "I do. It's traditional, isn't it?"

Zhongli's eyes glow a warm amber in the near darkness, reflecting the soft shine of the lanterns. He studies his face with a strange intensity, as though Childe were a piece of high quality Nocticulous Jade being sold for suspiciously small sum and he's trying to find the blemishes that would explain the price. The weight of his gaze should be uncomfortable, boring into him like he can see into the very depths of his abyss-tainted soul, but Childe finds himself preening under the attention instead.

Childe accidentally proposes to Zhongli. Zhongli accepts.

The World is Water by Millereflets

(chili; smut; hurt/comfort; chili-centric; 7k words; oneshot)

Childe doesn't visit Zhongli until it's almost too late.

(my bookmarks: HOW DO YOU MAKE A SMUT SCENE SO POETIC HOLY SHITTTTT)

Set in Stone by seredemia

(chili; fake dating au; angst; some smut?; chili/chiilde-centric; 55k words; ongoing)

What do you do when you write about a certain six thousand year old consultant so much in your letters that it somehow convinces your entire family you're not only dating each other, but that you're also engaged?

In Childe's case, the answer is plain and simple: he goes along with it, of course. Absolutely nothing can go wrong if he makes a contract with the God of Contracts, vowing that the two of them will pretend to be lovers for the duration of his family's stay in Liyue. Afterwards, they'll return as normal and speak no more of this mess. No feelings or complications involved whatsoever.

Contract accepted. A fool-proof plan set in stone. Right?

Private Ledger of the Eleventh Harbinger by JuHuaTai

(chili; humor; getting together; chili/ekaterina-centric; 5k words; oneshot)

“So guess what I did next?”

Ekaterina contemplated not answering, but Harbinger Tartaglia was just… grinning and waiting. It’s honestly rather creepy the longer time passed.

In the end, she gave a long suffering sigh that seems lost on him, “You bought him the Erhu—“

“I bought him the antique, cor lapis based Erhu,”

-

When she first left her homeland for the unknown nation of Liyue, Ekaterina was ready to be many things: To be a soldier, to fell Tsaritsa’s enemies in her name, to bring glory to Snezhnaya and her leader.

Being a receptionist in a cozy bank wasn’t so bad in comparison, but she absolutely can do without the front row seat to Harbinger Tartaglia’s (expensive) love life.

i know i'm where i'm meant to go by paperclips (pastel_paperclips)

(chili; humor; fluff; chili-centric; 12k words; ongoing)

"Childe," Zhongli says suddenly. "I am enjoying myself greatly." Childe’s face breaks into a grin. "Then-" Zhongli gasps, grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to an unsuspecting peddler with a cart full of rocks. "Is that an intrusive igneous pegmatite formed in the Inazuma regions?" Childe’s grin smooths into a small, adoring smile. He has all the time in the world to figure the other man out.

OR: Finding the Geo Archon is on Childe's to-do list but hanging out with Zhongli is significantly more fun.

CHILIVEN

Crumbling Stone by avtorSola

(chiliven; ANGST; PAIN; mind control; zhongli-centric; 74k words; ongoing)

When Morax unleashes his plan to test the Liyue Qixing and his adepti, he does not take into account the stirring of the Abyss Order in the north and the corruption of Dvalin - for why would he fear an organization that works in such shadows? He is secure in his power, after all, unlike his flighty ex, the absentee archon of Mondstadt who rises only when his people are in danger.

But, somehow, the Abyss Order discovers his plan. Somehow, they capitalize on it. And he, the God of Stone who cannot sicken, is struck down - taken by an order bent on destroying all of humanity as Liyue crumbles around him. For even Archons aren't immune to Durin's blood, and Morax is no exception. But then the question becomes - if even Archons may fall to the agony of this corrupting burn - how is their traveling friend Aether immune?

The answer comes from beyond the stars - an ancient malice that knows no kindness or mercy. A malice whose legacy the Abyss Order now bears, seeking to topple all the Archons and their people into the void of utter destruction. And they have begun in Liyue.

Fortunately, it takes a long time to erode stone.

(my bookmarks: IM SCREAMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

PLATONIC ZHONGVEN

left-behind city by trixstar

(platonic zhongven; angst; ANGST; venti-centric; 1k words; oneshot)

"An associate of mine has just informed me that Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon has been assassinated."

Venti blinks.

Or: Venti and how he copes with finding out he is all that remains.

i circle ten thousand years long; and i still do not know if i am a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song by birdsofpassage

(platonic zhongven; angst; hurt/comfort; zhongven-centric; 4k words; oneshot)

Venti and Zhongli, and the vignettes of a much-needed vacation around Mondstadt.

(my bookmarks: ; - ;      ;  -  ; )

oh ye with little faith by air_fried_air

(platonic zhongven; angst; hurt/comfort; zhongven-centric; 2k words; oneshot)

Two former archons do a little tour around Mondstadt.

(my bookmarks: why are all genshin angst fics so melancholy.... i feel so empty)

the wind through the mountain tops by glassdrachma

(platonic zhongven; humor; hurt/comfort; zhongven-centric; 21k words; finished)

Boredom brings Barbatos of Mondstadt to bother a certain ex-Archon of the Earth.

(my bookmarks: venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship venti zhongli friendship-)

XINGYUN

the art of exorcism by Agried

(xingyun; ghost au; hurt/comfort; chongyun-centric; 9k words; oneshot)

On the road back from one of his jobs, Chongyun runs into Xingqiu, the wandering swordsman. And then they keep meeting, over and over again. or, alternately; how a ghost and an exorcist learn how to love, one step at a time.

Bane of All Evil by tzitzimeme

(xingyun; humor; romance; chongyun-centric; 24k words; hiatus)

When Chongyun unintentionally offends Liyue's second most powerful adepti, he vows to mend the thorny relationship between Adeptus Xiao and human exorcists-- even though no one has succeeded in currying Xiao's favor for over a thousand years.

His best friend Xingqiu offers to come alone, mainly because he's worried about what kind of trouble Chongyun will run into. Along the way, they receive help from others: Xiangling packs them meals for their journeys, while Zhongli gives them advice on what demons to track.

Childe is just there because he thinks the whole thing is hilarious.

[On indefinite hiatus due to burnout; sorry!]

kiss me slowly (so i don't forget) by xiwangmu

(xingyun; humor; romance; light angst; xingqiu-centric; 8k words; oneshot)

Wangshu Inn Bulletin Board

Guest Message: My best friend whom I harbor affections for kissed me last night, but due to his special condition he does not recall a single moment of it. I am quite conflicted about whether to disclose these events to him or not, because that would most certainly require me to confess my feelings as well. If anyone has experience in romancing boys with excessive positive energy, this one humbly asks you to share some advice.

Reply: Our greatest apologies—although we would like to offer some words in response, we simply cannot decipher your handwriting. Perhaps you may return with a neater message next time?

time trials by idlestars

(xingyun/many ships; humor; modern au; xingyun-centric; 2k words; oneshot)

A modern social media AU.

Xingqiu Teases Demons. Chongyun Almost Cries. [The clip shows Xingqiu, lit by the sickly green of night vision, as he stares bored into a dark room. He’s alone - Chongyun left to see if Xingqiu could lure out the ghosts. Xingqiu glances at the camera, smirks, and then opens his mouth.

“Hey demons, it’s me, yah boy.”]

OTHER/GEN

woe be the wallet of the god of wealth by glassdrachma

(gen; humor; identity reveal; keqing/zhongli-centric; 12k words; finished)

Or, the story of how the Yuheng of the Qixing came to idolize, befriend, and discover the identity of the God of Geo, in that order.

(personal comments: hilarious, made me burst out into laughter multiple times, and was just a masterful piece of writing)

to dream of dust by miao_x

(guili/gen; ANGST; hurt/no comfort; zhongli-centric; 5k words; oneshot)

Some nights, Zhongli dreams.

He dreams of soft light, golden song, and a gentle breeze whispering tales of millennia past. It is warm, familiar, and comforting.

It feels like home.

And then he opens his eyes, and awakes to reality.

(my bookmarks: oh zhongli... made me cry)

To drown in your own tears by C_rin_nyan

(guili/gen; ANGST; TEARS; PAIN; zhongli-centric; 2k words; oneshot)

As Rex Lapis, he had never shed a tear, even as he slaughtered hundreds, destruction following his every step. As Zhongli, he had shed much more than he would like to admit, however.

Or, “Zhongli’s soul gave its last scream long ago, yet even now, the echo of said sound was still strong enough to reach Rex Lapis.”

#fic rec #fic recs #fanfic #fanfic recs #genshin #genshin impact #ao3 #chili #tartali #zhongchi #xingyun #childe #zhongli #xingqiu #chongyun #venti #zhongven #guili #guizhong #angst

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red

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

(slytherin) doyoung x (ravenclaw) fem reader

others: (gryffindor) haechan | renjun mentioned like once 

genre: one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | romance | enemies to lovers | slight dark academia vibes | fantasy au | inspired by hogwarts but only for the names and separation in houses. this is a university setting with different magic (different spells, no wands etc., slytherins have some cool ass rooms and very questionable powers) 

warnings: oral f and m, penetration, unprotected, marking m receiving, body possessiveness in a magical way (? i made this up lol I hope its not that weird. like the plot point is a little cringy but I found it hilarious as I wrote it so I hope you don’t get mad at me when you discover what’s it about lol); a lot of bickering and insults; swearing

words: 9.5k (lol) 

requested by anon that wanted academic fights turn into mad sex aha I got inspired by that to make a longer fic with more depth to it (if it's alright) hope you like it! this is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written so far!!!! 👀👅👀

_____

As the rays of the sun hit the announcement board, your eyes darted on the pages filled with small characters. 

A little crowd of people started to chatter behind you, trying to see the ranking sheet as well, but no one dared to come close enough to push into you - the Ravenclaw Prefect. 

“Renjun? Whose dick did you suck to get 6th?” a voice giggled before a loud smack transformed the airy laugh in a dramatic “ouch”. “Lee Haechan, I swear I’ll-” but you didn’t get to hear the rest as your vision got suddenly blurry with rage and your ears started to whistle when your shoulder got bumped forcing you to make a few ungraceful steps to the side. 

“What’s that face for, YLN?” 

You tightened your fists. 

You could have recognized that annoying voice in a thousand others: Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect and the person you hated most in the whole universe. 

“Ah, right,” he hit his fist on one palm turning his head with fakely widened eyes. “You’re second place. Again.” 

You hated Kim Doyoung and everything that had to do with him. 

His voice? Hideous. 

The fragrance of the fabric softener on his clothes? Repugnant. 

His favourite dishes at the cafeteria? Revolting. 

His favourite authors? Idiots. 

Everything reminded you of him and one time you had a literal meltdown in a supplies shop as every notebook and pen has been seen in his backpack at a certain point. 

“I see that manners are still very difficult for you to master, Kim,” you spit out his last name. 

Doyoung laughed. “I apologize profusely for not following useless societal rules such as manners the way your finite mind intends.” 

An echo of little “ohh” surrounded you but abruptly stopped as you threw a venomous glance at the little crowd behind you. 

“Is this what you’ve been doing to get in the first place? Not following the rules?” you cocked an eyebrow at Doyoung. 

The tongue inside his cheek moved around for a few seconds before he crossed his arms on his chest and got closer until his feet clashed with yours. 

You didn’t step back. 

“Is this an accusation?” 

You pursed your lips as if thinking and Doyoung let you put on the little theatre act before he could hear your “Maybe?” 

A single dry and unamused scoff came out of his lips as his eyes stared you down from head to toes. 

“So you’re resorting to - this?” he gestured vaguely. “You’re that bitter that you couldn’t keep your first place for two whole semesters now?” 

“Oh? It hurt so badly the first time that you kept track of it, baby boy?” you cooed. 

The new nickname threw him off for a split second and although he was quick to come back to his usual expression you noticed it and you smiled triumphantly. 

The crowd was collectively holding its breath. 

He opened his mouth to say probably something stupid as usual when the voice of the professor interrupted you and the spell got shattered. 

“Come inside little roosters. Preserve that energy for the class debate.” 

Previously silent to not miss a single exchange you had with Doyoung. everyone suddenly started to chat while making their way inside the classroom. 

You both still didn’t move a single muscle, your eyes still trained on each other like predators. “I said-,” the professor clicked his fingers between your faces, “-come inside.”

_____

“I can’t fucking believe this.” 

Your university was overall a good place with good and proficient rules. You followed them all and you enjoyed it. But there were also a few rules you suddenly realized you hated. Like the “your seat in the study room will be your seat for the rest of the semester and whoever seats in somebody else's seat during the year, said somebody can slash their shins”. 

You would have loved to see Doyoung sitting at your place. His long legs could use some kicking. But unfortunately, something even worse happened. 

He was sitting right in front of you. 

“Why are you here?” you added, throwing your bag on the desk in front of him and making a few of his papers fly on the floor. 

Doyoung sighed seeing his stuff gently falling around and raised his eyes with the most venomous smile he could pull off. 

“The Gryffindor gentleman over there-” he indicated towards his previous’ semester desk, “took my seat so I had to find another one.” 

You followed his pointed finger and spotted Lee Haechan in the midst of popping a chewing gum bubble. 

He winked. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He made an obscene gesture revolving a tongue in the cheek and hand motions. 

You returned the favour with your middle finger. 

“And you had to sit here of all places. You let a Gryffindor snatch your place.”

Doyoung licked his lower lip before taking it inside his mouth for a moment. 

“Miss ‘manners’ and miss ‘following the rules’ is mad that I, mister ‘fuck useless rules’ and fuck ‘useless manners’ didn’t smack a boy in the head to get a desk?” 

You breathed in slowly and exhaled before you could scream at him. 

“I don’t want to see you every day in front of me.” 

Doyoung pinched the base of his nose before speaking. 

“Listen, I also don’t want to see your face this close every day for a whole semester but it is what it is. All the other seats are taken. Stop whining or go and suck Lee’s dick to get his desk instead.” 

You scoffed incredulously and plopped down with force, ignoring the boy’s sighs as the movement made some other papers fall. 

"You're insufferable,” he whispered. 

"I am insufferable?" you stopped taking the books from your bag then suddenly dropped the heaviest one, making the whole desk tremble. 

Doyoung looked at you then smirked. "You're in a worse mood than usual. Is it because you couldn't reach the top?" 

He leaned in as if about to share a secret. "Are you frustrated that I'm always in your mind 24/7?"

His dark eyes looked like two abysses and suddenly you felt like falling into them. Then he blinked once, slowly, and you blinked too, the sudden silence chatter of the study room bringing you to the surface. 

Fuck Slytherins and their weird-ass magnetic eyes. You wanted to smack him in the fucking face. 

"So I see you keep wanting to be ridiculous as always," you replied but you both realized how soft your tone got. 

You cleared your throat - don’t talk to me anymore! it said - and you opened your books, eyes unable to look at Doyoung's face. 

He got the hint and leaned back into his seat amused, playing with his pencil. It rolled on his fingers, then on his knuckles and when he placed it on the desk with sudden force you jolted. 

"If you want to surpass me, stop staring at my hands and get on studying."

Doyoung had to slide away with his chair for you to not reach his throat and choke him.

_____

"So do you want to choke him with his tie or do you want him to choke you with his tie?" "I want to choke you." Haechan smirked. "I'm not sure I'm into that stuff but we can try it out." "I can't believe you did this to me." "Ah come on. Everyone is having fun. He's having fun. You're the only one taking it too seriously." "I am not taking it seriously. I'm just annoyed every time I see his face. 'The best option is to reinvent yourself'" you mocked Doyoung's voice during philosophy class. "You can reinvent the world first. What kind of selfish nonsense is that?" "Slytherin nonsense. But still, he had good points to his discourse- ahi." "Go and be his friend then." "I would, but I'm stuck here with you because--ahi." 

"You're always getting hit, Lee," that voice interrupted your discourse. 

You rolled your eyes and breathed out so heavily that for a split moment you thought someone transformed you into a horse. 

"Hit on, by girls." "I will hit you too if you don't leave my desk," Doyoung smiled peacefully.  "Well," Haechan got up slowly, "I wouldn't mind that either."

Doyoung bit his lower lip amused and to your absolute shock he winked at your friend. Haechan laughed and left you two alone. 

"What was that?" 

Doyoung sat down ready to get to work. "Huh?" 

"Were you friendly just now?" 

Doyoung blinked at you as if processing the question. "Yeah? I am friendly usually."

"Why are you not friendly with me?" 

Doyoung's expression suddenly trembled on his face like a mask. He looked up surprised and for a split moment, he appeared weirdly younger, with his open lips and wide eyes. You stared at each other for a few seconds and it was the first time you didn't feel like opening up his guts.

But then he smiled and it all got back to you. "Because I hate you,” he explained.

_____  

The ball was okay. A normal ball just like all of the other boring balls you were forced to attend each start of the semester. No alcohol, at least not offered from the university but definitely offered by the older students. All said students dressed well, but following the decency rules which led to boring outfits. 

Your red dress was the boldest thing around and Ravenclaw cheered upon your entry in the Grand Hall. 

A cool Prefect? Yeah, you had to be one if you wanted to beat Kim Doyoung. 

At the moment everyone liked him more since he let his people smuggle liquor into the university but you weren’t about to fall to such low standards to win. 

But food? Hell yeah. 

It was not illegal and everyone wanted to have pizza instead of finger food made of hell knows what. 

“Y/N, if you continue like this, I’ll probably fall in love with you,” a random dude smiled, helping himself. You smiled back at him, glad that cute guys wanted to talk to you. 

“Well-,” you started, ready to bat your eyelashes, but the guy suddenly jolted, the piece of pizza he was holding literally flying from his hands and landing on his face instead. 

You yelped, bringing your hands to your mouth in shock, staring at the way it slowly slid from his nose down on his impeccable white shirt. 

“Shit,” he threw the pizza away on the bin at his right and made his way through the crowd with spicy tomato sauce in his eyes. 

“You got all kinds of pizzas and not my favourite topping,” Doyoung suddenly materialized near you with a dramatic sigh, scaring the shit out of you.  “You!” you turned your head to him and pointed your finger at his face. Doyoung stared at your fingertip then at your eyes. “You did that to the guy just now!” 

The boy blinked at you as if you were crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shook his head but when he took a piece of pizza and started to munch on it, one hand waving at you and walking towards his friends, you noticed the way he smiled.

_____

A few hours later, people were scattered around the campus, most of them in bed “sleeping”, some of them actually already sleeping since it was almost morning. 

The prefects were still in the hall, wrists twisting and eyes annoyed at the chore of having to clean up after the ball. 

“It’s going to take you only half an hour, my children,” the headmistress chuckled brightly. “You’re prefects for a reason. Other children don’t have your advanced magical power and would end up cleaning for a whole day. Responsibilities. Am I right?” 

“She could clean in 5 minutes yet here we are,” the Gryffindor prefect mumbled after she left, leaving behind an obnoxious perfume cloud. 

If the ball would have at least been fun, it would be different now, cleaning while at least being a little euphoric. 

But not only was it the most boring and uneventful party ever, you also had to do Kim Doyoung’s part since he was as slow as a snail. 

“Get your shit together. We can clean much faster if you get your ass up,” you stared him down with hands on your hips.

Doyoung looked up at you from the chair he was sprawled on, one hand to sustain his head, the other twisting while his finger lazily transported a flying bottle of beer across the room. 

“I am working.” 

You scoffed. “You’re the best at object moving. If you wanted, you could also finish everything in 5 minutes.” 

The boy tilted his head to the side, suddenly focused and amused. “Are my ears failing me, or did you just compliment me?” 

“If you need my praise to do your job, then yes, Kim, you’re very good at this type of magic.” 

Doyoung chuckled happily and got up. With a smack of his lips, he rolled his wrists and all the trash disappeared from the floors and tables appearing into the trash cans instead. The Hufflepuff prefect whistled, impressed, and the Gryffindor sighed upon realizing he had worked his ass off for nothing. 

You put your tongue in your cheek annoyed but also secretly happy he actually did it. “Floors.” 

Doyoung took out his tongue in the most annoying habit he had. Your eyes involuntarily darted towards it and he smiled. 

“You’re such a snake when you do that.” “Okay, crow. Deal with your floors yourself then,” he passed you and walked towards the exit. 

The other prefects already left, too tired to deal with your bickering and probably relieved that someone else could clean up much faster. 

You stared at his back, annoyed, then twisted your wrist to pull his body back towards you. His black jacket moved as if a gentle breeze blew across him and Doyoung stopped. 

“Wait, sorry-” he laughed and turned around, his voice echoing in the gigantic empty room ringing inside your skull. “-were you perhaps trying to do-” he twisted his wrist and you yelped, feet dragging across the pavement as if your body was being pulled by an invisible force until you clashed on his chest, “-this?” he finished. 

Your hands were up on his shirt and for a few moments your brain couldn’t think anything besides, first, how good he smelled, and second, it was the first time for you to actually touch each other. 

“If you’re so good at this, then clean the floors as well, so we can finally go.” 

He stared you down.

“Ask nicely.” 

You scoffed incredulously. “I’d rather clean it with my own hands than do that.” 

He smiled. "You want to kiss me so badly, Y/N." 

“I-- what? Are you drunk?” 

“Why are you so flustered?” 

“I am--not-” you grabbed the hand he raised to cup your face, “flustered! I am appalled.” 

“I want to kiss you.” 

Breathing has never been a difficulty for you and you’ve always laughed at main characters in books talking so extensively about air, but at that moment, your hand still holding Doyoung’s one, your chests pressing against each other and his eyes, fuck, you actually started to slightly pant. What was wrong with him? 

“If you stopped using your snake powers-” “This is no power. It’s just you being attracted to me,” he finally cupped your face and this time you didn’t move away. “Check on it. You can pull away.”

He was right. But if that wasn’t some slytherin doing then you were probably going crazy because you saw your hands move almost on their own on Doyoung’s shoulders. 

Then you actually leaned in and he met you halfway. 

Your limbs were trembling when he brushed his lips on yours and to your surprise, they were warm and soft. 

Then he pulled you even closer and you whined for no reason besides your brain yelling ‘this is so nice!!!! we love dopamine!!!’ at you. 

And you sought for some more. 

When you licked his lower lips, Doyoung’s hands had a tremor on your waist but he was quick to adjust to your sudden burst of passion with the same energy. 

Of all the things that you anticipated that night, making out with Kim Doyoung was definitely not one of them. Then why you felt relieved as if finally doing somethig you’ve ached to do for so long?

Did he want to kiss you? 

He was currently kissing you at that moment? 

Absurd. 

Yet there you were, panting and desperate for each other, unable to stop drinking each other’s breaths. 

“I’m taking you to my room,” he whispered and the look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before.

____

Suffocating.

You were suffocating as your breath was taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your back. 

First your neck with his cold knuckles, then your spine to reach the zip of your red dress. He opened it slowly imitating the pace of his soft lips on your jaw. And when the fabric fell to your feet you turned around, your arms quick to pull him into a messy kiss, while his hands fell on your hips, pushing you towards the silky bed. 

You sat down and got quickly on your knees to be able to reach his face again. 

Doyoung, standing near the edge of the bed, closed his eyes when you drifted your attention from his lips to his neck then chest, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin every time you made a button pop open. His abdomen twitched every time and when you reached his navel you palmed his torso up, enjoying his shaky breath when the shirt fell off his shoulders.

A little chuckle coming from you made him look down at your sultry face, the hue of the red lights and lit candles dancing on your skin. Then he stared at his own body. Dozens of kisses adorned it in the colour of your lipstick.

"If I can't mark you, I can at least do this," you raised one eyebrow at him, hands gently dealing with his belt. "Who said you can't mark me?" "Hm?" you opened his pants zip and you could have sworn that Doyoung's eyes flickered. "You really want to go around all covered in hickeys?"

The boy smiled and cupped your face, his thumb slowly caressing your lower lip. "Do it where it can't be seen then."

So you let your tongue out on your amused lips and leaned down to reach the skin above the waistband of his underwear. Your tip wetted his skin making his take in a deep breath. "Is here alright?" you whispered against his warm body.

Doyoung's hand found his place on your nape and you took it as consensus, gingerly taking his skin inside your mouth and sucking on it. A red spot already started to form and you sucked again near it, and again, before suddenly placing a kiss on his clothed bulge instead. 

Doyoung drank air through his teeth at the unexpected touch and his fingers got to your shoulders, pushing you into the bed before your legs could wrap around his waist. 

His tongue inside your mouth was as delicious as the silk your body was rubbing against. It made its way down your neck then chest and when it reached your perked nipples your knees buckled and you grabbed that red silk with your fists. Little soft whimpers escaped your lips and they became louder as Doyoung's fingers got between your legs. They scratched the lace of your panties and you lifted your hips as he dragged them down. The boy, then, palmed your skin and placed open kisses on it from the ankle down and every touch closer made you lose a bit of your self-control. 

You really were about to fuck Kim Doyoung. 

What kind of sick and twisted situation was that? 

Were you bewitched? 

Did he do something to you?

But when his lips reached your dripping core, tongue quick to collect your juice, it didn't matter. 

If this was the consequence of you getting bewitched, you wanted it to happen every day. And you told him. You hand gripped his hair and your back arched, profanities quickly spilling out of your chest. Doyoung cupped your ass, pressing his thumbs into your flesh and you let your thighs drape over his shoulders. 

Why was he that good? It honestly offended you to find out that Kim Doyoung aced pussy eating too besides everything else. 

And when he stopped to breathe, you saw his eyes and his juicy lips. 

It was the sexiest view you’ve ever seen in your life so you yanked his head toward your face and he obliged with a panting smile. 

Making out while his long fingers pumped inside of you was the highlight of your university career, and you cared about the curriculum a lot. 

And when he curled them upwards, touching spots inside of you that made you lose vision, you were ready to beg him to do it to you as often as possible. 

"Cumming- I'm--ah-" 

Doyoung got back between your legs and added his tongue to the action again. 

It was too much. 

His books flew from his shelves as you reached the highest climax of your life. 

He chuckled, peppering your shaking body in soft kisses. “I thought you weren’t good at object moving.” You breathed heavily a few more moments before finally finding your voice again. Doyoung reached your lips and you shivered upon feeling his hard cock resting between your legs. He stared at your expression as he lightly hit your oversensitive clit with its tip then rubbed himself between your folds with a sigh. “You’re the one good at moving, so please, move.” The boy bit your lower lip, stretching it out a little before sucking on it, one hand to cup your hip and the other grabbing the silk near your head. He got you so wet that he didn’t need much to easily slip inside of you. He cursed with heavy breath and you wondered if your nails were leaving marks on his back skin as he moved his hips. 

You didn't have Doyoung only in your brain like usual, thinking about him day and night. You finally had him physically so deep inside that you thought you were about to lose your mind. 

So this was it, the sweet overwhelming sensation of being in the present instead of chasing something in the future. 

It was just like everyone described it to be, everything. 

But it wasn't a moment in time or space as you’ve anticipated. It was a person and that person, you realized, was Doyoung. 

If your mouth wasn’t busy spilling his name out of it inside his soft lips and if his hums didn’t make your whole being vibrate, you would have probably laughed at the destiny. 

"You are, so fucking, hot-," you whispered breathlessly, eyes barely able to stay open to drink in his image. "So you admit it. You think I'm sexy," you could see his smirk even in the red darkness of his room. "I wouldn't let you ram into me like this if I thought otherwise." "Oh really? And yet I was here thinking you were doing charity since 'no girl would want to make my dick wet'." You chuckled before the sounds could get interrupted by your high moans instead, the frustration that phrase gave to Doyoung translating into his hips thrusting even harder. "I take that back." "Are you trying to say that you want me to slow down? You can’t take this?" "Oh, no, I love how you're fucking me as if you hate me." "But I don’t actually hate you”, you wished to hear at least for a split second but no word came out of the boy's lips, his hips slowing down instead as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

It was as good as his fast thrusts, his strokes so fluid and deep it made you grunt every time he pressed into you. He was so good that it irritated you. 

"You really like to do the opposite of what I want, huh?" "Yeah," his voice inside your ear made your skin get goosebumps. “I love your frustrated expression and mannerism.” "Ah, shit-" you dug your nails into his back as the bed started to creak. "A good girl like you swearing like this? Who taught you?" "It's your influence." "Am I turning you bad?" "Yeah. Every time you're around I want to do bad things and I have no idea what's going on." You didn't expect to be that honest but Doyoung's intimate presence was like a drug, making you feel so high that you were ready to get twisted by him in every way he wanted. 

No. You desired it. You wanted Doyoung to play with you and for once you would not resist it at all. You would beg for more.

And when he actually took you there, in a place where your thoughts did not exist anymore, where only his touch grounded you, the hand that pushed you over the edge and the one bringing you back up, you did just that. You asked for more, shaking uncontrollably on his luscious bed and he did what you wanted. For once he granted every wish you had and even beyond that.

_____

Your desire to leave his room that night was not as strong as you anticipated. 

Doyoung arms didn't want to let go and you didn't fight him at all. 

Sighing, you got back to his chest and didn't comment on the way he tightened his hold on you. If this wasn’t the way people-that-hate-each-other-but-like-to-weirdly-fuck-for-some-reason behaved, it would be a concern for your conscious mind and not for your fucked up one. 

His scent was inebriating and if you didn't know the way he could make you feel, you would have thought that it was the highest form of aphrodisiac. 

And maybe it was actually making you feel high because under your lids you could have sworn that the room slowly changed colour. 

You opened your sleepy eyes and stared at the wall behind Doyoung’s shoulder, blinking hard. 

It was dark blue, almost black, with a myriad of little bright lights. 

The candles went out and the room did get dark after Doyoung rolled over breathless, his cum dripping slowly on your thigh, but you were pretty sure there were no stars before. 

And when you shifted to rest on your back you almost choked on your own spit. 

You weren’t looking at the night sky. 

No. You were inside the sky. 

Purple, whites, yellows and pinks all melted together to form galaxies and cosmic dust. 

No roof, no walls, no pavements, just the bed, Doyoung and you in the middle of everything. 

Your fingers dug into the arm Doyoung had thrown across your chest and perhaps you made some type of sound because the boy opened his eyes to stare at your profile. “Do you like it?” he murmured. Your head snapped towards his face and his eyes reflected the infinite little lights as if he held two other universes inside of them. “How is this possible?” He smiled sheepishly. “Slytherin rooms. They change based on the owner’s mood.” You felt your mouth open on its own. “This is your doing?” Doyoung hummed and closed his eyes again, pulling you towards him to hold you like before. You let him place his chin on top of your head and breathed in his scent yet again. 

“So the red room?” “I was horny.” You smiled. “And how do you feel now?” “A little less horny. If I’m not careful you’ll see a whole star engulf us soon.” “This is so unfair. We don’t have such cool rooms.” “Or maybe you do but being Ravenclaws you’re all thinking of boring, brown looking rooms.” 

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see you and gently, you placed a hand on his chest, close to your face and above his heart. You could feel the calm and peaceful beats in syntony with the night sky. To know that inside that boy’s mind could be such beauty made your heart not beat as calmly as his heart did. 

You had no idea what you were doing, hugging so intimately with your sworn enemy, and maybe it was the romantic vibe that made you do it since there was no rational explanation to any of it, but you raised your face to meet his lips. 

And you just kissed him. Slowly and softly, barely brushing them with yours. 

Doyoung opened his eyes for a moment, as if surprised, but upon feeling you pressing yourself on his body he closed them again and pulled you on top of him. 

The universe didn’t change, although, when you let your tongue inside his mouth, slowly, as if having all the time in the world at your feet, the stars flickered and got brighter. 

“Are you trying to see a star up close? I can make it happen without you rubbing yourself on me,” he smiled on your lips. “What happens when you suddenly lose control?” Doyoung’s pupils trembled and the room started to shake. You knew it wasn’t real but you still jolted and looked around terrified. “Let’s find out.”  

_____

"I, saw, you, leave, with, Kim, Doyoung, last night," Haechan chanted teasingly as he sat down with his breakfast tray. 

You wanted to keep a poker face but your facial muscles weren't under your control so you smiled. 

"Oh!! Look at her! Oh my God. So- wow. Okay. Okay," Haechan tried to compose himself. "Is he any good?" he leaned in lowering his voice. 

You sighed and nodded. "So fucking good."

Haechan squealed and hit your shoulder before wrapping it with one arm and wobbling you around. 

"Stop it!" you hissed amused. "Everything hurts." "EVERYTHING HURTS! So he's got a monster cock."

"Shut up!" you pressed your hand on his mouth scandalized as Doyoung made his way inside the cafeteria with his friends. 

You breathed in slowly and just as slowly you exhaled, trying to relax. Haechan made an effort to appear calm as well. "Sup, Kim." You smiled. 

The other boy looked your way as he walked behind your table. "Hey, Lee," then he turned to you. "Y/L/N." 

And left. 

Just like that. 

He looked at you for one second and continued on his way to the Slytherin tables. 

No smile. 

No acknowledgement. 

Cold just like before. 

As if nothing had happened. 

You stared at his back, feeling your limbs heavy like stone. Turning around slowly, you grabbed your fork and started to eat in silence. "Hey." Haechan lightly bumped your arm with his shoulder. "He's probably just feeling awkward." You munched slowly and took it as an excuse to keep quiet. "Hey, come on." "What?" Haechan sighed. "You can say that you're disappointed that he-" "I don't know what you're talking about."

_____

For the first time, instead of feeling rage inside your gut, you felt anxious. 

Doyoung was in front of you, face almost hidden under his hair as he typed into his computer. He greeted you as he usually did before the, well, before you let him see the deepest parts of you, figuratively and physically. But after that single “hey” no other words came from his part. 

It wouldn't have been that weird if only a few hours ago he didn't kiss your lips in heaven. 

When you woke up that morning, the night sky wasn’t there anymore. At his place were clouds. White fluffy clouds in the middle of a pink sky. 

It was breathtaking and you felt like flying. 

And he did kiss you softly. 

And now he acted as if you weren't even there. 

Maybe Haechan was right. Maybe he was feeling awkward. It's not like he could suddenly act lovingly in front of the whole campus. You were still enemies after all. And maybe you were also right. 

You've just fucked. It's not like you started to date. He had no obligations towards you. 

Yet, when his fingers drew your spine and his sigh caressed your lips, it didn't seem just fucking to you. 

Was Doyoung like that? Was that his personality? Was he doing that to all the girls he brought into his room? Making them cum multiple times and showing them his soft side? Was that a well-plotted plan? Was he trying to hurt you? 

You were ready to let him do whatever he wanted to you the previous night, yet at that moment, under the bright sunlight of the study room, you felt sick. It was a weird feeling. It grabbed at your throat and travelled down to your heart making it difficult for you to breathe. 

You trusted him with your feelings and you let him see your vulnerable side. 

Did he laugh? Was he feeling triumphant now? Did he win a battle against you? He had you on his palm? Because, God, he did have you on his palm now and with only a twist of his wrist he could get you into his arms again. 

And you would have let him.

You hated it. You fell so hard it hurt everywhere. You were dizzy and confused and you couldn't look at him anymore.

_____

It was easy to avoid Doyoung for the following days. It was almost too easy as if he was trying to avoid you too. So walking towards the library you jolted hearing his low voice inside one of the classrooms. You stopped in place and after a few seconds of thinking you peeped inside. Then you gulped and hid under the door window. 

He was resting his hips on the professor's desk, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed on his chest. In front of him was standing one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen. 

She was talking with a peaceful tone and Doyoung suddenly laughed. You got up and quickly walked away.

_____

"How the fuck would I know?" the girl asked. 

Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Your dad designed them. You must know more than me."

"Listen. We're the only house with mood rooms because we're the only people who can control their emotions. It's not my fault you're a terrible Slytherin and your room has been pitch black for the past days." 

Doyoung sighed in irritation. "What the fuck does that even mean though?" 

"Usually mourning."

The boy shook his head. "No one died."

"Then it can be a general pain. Or confusion," the girl explained. 

Doyoung raised his gaze on her. "What would I be so confused about?" 

She shrugged. "You're the only one that can know. Chill out maybe and stop thinking when you're inside of it. I'll ask my dad how to turn it off and I'll let you know. Now leave me alone, I'm busy," she said and left the classroom.

_____

"Hey," Doyoung said. "That's my pencil."

You looked down at your fingers and furrowed your eyebrows. 

"No. This is mine."

The boy sighed. "I can sense it's mine."

"I legit bought it yesterday. And what are you? A psychic? 'I can sense it's mine'." 

"I'm a Slytherin. We're snakes. Everything I lick is mine. And I can sense that's mine." 

Your mouth opened slightly and you waited for him to laugh but Doyoung remained serious. 

"That has to be a joke."

"Okay, keep it. It just makes me feel giddy when things I own are used by other people." "Because you're selfish." "It's a real sensation. I know when something I licked is being used by somebody else," and he raised his eyes on you. You stared back and the weight of his words made your throat close. 

I hope it doesn't work with people too, you wanted to ask, but the noise on your left interrupted you. 

"Can I talk to you?" the same girl from a few days ago suddenly made her appearance near your desk. Doyoung looked at her surprised. "Yeah." "Bring me to your room," she ordered.

_____

You shouldn't have been there. 

It was useless and it would only make you further lose your mind. 

But your feet descended the Slytherin corridor, nose following the trail of the girl's perfume until arriving at Doyoung’s door. 

You remained still for a moment and after a few seconds of indecisiveness you suddenly turned around going back. 

That was too creepy. You had absolutely no reason to be there. If Doyoung wanted to fuck that girl, so be it. 

But then you stopped again. 

Fuck. 

Just, just a little glance. Just a tiny little glance. Just the colour. Just to be sure. 

You didn't turn around to actually see anything. With your back towards the door, you twisted your wrist, doing the most illegal thing one can do inside the campus - transparency spell. A tiny portion of the wall disappeared at your silent command and you could see the red hue spilling outside of it on the dark pavement at your feet. 

It was enough and you barely saw the stairs when you got out of the basement.

_____

"You weren't lying when you said it's pitch black. It even absorbs magic light."

Doyoung sighed. 

The girl presumably turned around because Doyoung heard her voice more clearly when she spoke again.

"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. Sit down somewhere and relax." 

The boy let himself fall on the carpet with a grunt. 

"Close your eyes."

He obliged even if he could have let them open too for all it mattered. 

"Now, think of someone of your choice." 

Doyoung's mind automatically drifted towards you and the room besides being dark, felt suddenly very cold as well. 

"No, okay, Doyoung, change the person." "She's the only one I can think about." The girl sighed. "Well, at least we know the reason for all of this. God, it's so fucking cold, try to not think about anything for a second!" 

"It's hard, okay?" 

"Okay, fuck. Think about her but imagine something else. Think of a good memory you have with her."

Doyoung sighed irritated and furrowed his eyebrows even more. "I don't think this is going to work."

But when he let his mind imagine your panting expression underneath him, a slight red hue started to create from the floor going up to the walls. 

The girl exulted. "Yes! Don't stop. Continue thinking about that!" 

Doyoung opened up one eye as the girl exulted again and he could finally see the furniture in his room. 

It was a dark red, not the bright red he actually had his room painted in when he held you into his arms, but enough for him to not get a headache 24/7.

"Well it's not like I can think about--that, every time I need to be in my room, can I?" he got up. 

The girl knew what red meant and she chuckled. 

"Don't you have any other good memory with her besides fucking?" 

The room got bright red. 

The girl laughed even harder. 

"Ah, shut up." "Hey, I helped you out." "Barely," he plopped on the bed and put his face into his palms. 

It could have been considered a gesture coming from embarrassment if the lights didn't start to get dim again. 

"God, you're really all over the place, huh?" she sat near him. "What happened? Is she your ex?”  

Doyoung sighed and directed his gaze upon an indistinct point in front of him. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it was the dark room and the fact that Doyoung didn’t even remember the girl’s name, making her a safe stranger, but he whispered. 

"I made a mistake. I thought she was into me so-- fuck, I went down on her."

The girl made a surprised sound but waited for the most important part. 

“Well, she’s not into me, but I am.”

"You're so stupid!" 

"Yeah okay, thanks."

"We're Slytherins! It's not like we don't give head because we're prude, it's to prevent this! You horny dumbass." "I thought she liked me! I had no idea she'd- fuck someone else right after!" Doyoung grunted frustrated and fell back on the bed, the room getting to the pitch-black from before. 

The girl let the silence calm him down a bit before talking. 

"I am sorry. I had things used by others but I don't know what it feels like with people."

"It's not necessarily painful but- knowing the reason, it's just-" 

"Yeah. You just have to let her go so the bond is receded. Like with things, you know?"

"It's easy to let go of a thing that's yours. How can I manage to let go of her?" 

The girl sighed and remained in silence.

_____

You had no idea how you managed to remain seated in front of Doyoung that morning. 

His complexion was paler than usual and his eyes were very tired. As if he didn't sleep enough last night. Or at all. 

You had to breathe in and out slowly to ease the pain inside your stomach. 

"You look terrible."

Doyoung's dark irises under his low lids made your skin crawl when he looked up at you. 

"Is someone keeping you too active to get enough sleep?" you asked again, trying hard to get back to the tone you both were used to before. 

The boy tightened his lips in a mockery smile. "Yeah. As discussed, I have no problem keeping my dick wet."

"Well-," you frowned with a raised chin, your lips forming a pout for a moment before you forced them to keep the poker face, "-I started to see someone lately too."

He looked unbothered. "As in dating or hallucinations?" 

You ignored his comment. 

“We’ve already been on three dates,” you lied. 

“And you’re telling me this because-?” 

You shrugged. “Conversation.” 

“I hate small talk.” 

“Is there something you don’t hate?” 

“Silence. And smart people, which given your latest test results, you’re not.” 

You had no idea what it was. 

You and Doyoung had always called each other names, insulted each other’s intelligence and the sorts, yet at that moment, maybe because of your failing tests, the alignment of stars or the fact that you were actually in love with him, you burst into tears. 

It took Doyoung a few good seconds to realize that you were wailing in front of him.

“Hey?” 

He crouched on the desk to be able to see your face from underneath your arms. You hid it even more. 

“Y/N,” he lowered his voice. It was as soft and delicate as when he whispered your name under the sky. 

You suddenly took your stuff and ran away from the study room.

_____

Doyoung was slowly but surely losing his mind. 

One day, two days, three days and you were still nowhere to be seen. 

His room has been different shades of grey, which was better than black but now the walls had water running on them and the floor was constantly wet. 

Altogether, not a good time. 

“Holy shit, are you that depressed?” 

Doyoung raised his eyes from the book he was reading before rolling them so far up that Haechan thought they wouldn’t come back anymore.

“What do you want?” 

The Gryffindor took a step inside the room with hands behind his back and took a lazy stroll to where Doyoung’s dresser was crying. “Your flowers are all dead. Throw them away.” “They keep appearing every time,” Doyoung started to read again, the little line between his eyebrows showing how hard he tried to understand whatever the pages were trying to say but failing. 

“I’m here because it’s boring to not have you yell at Y/N in the study room as always,” Haechan spoke again nonchalantly, fingers rubbing against each other, as to get rid of the imaginary dust they collected from Doyoung’s furniture. Given the situation, the room probably made up piles of mud as well. 

"Who's the guy?" Doyoung suddenly asked. 

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. "What guy?" 

"The one she's fucking."

The other blinked at him surprised. 

"You mean, Kim Doyoung?" 

The Slytherin's eyes widened and Haechan saw how he looked with flushed cheeks for the first time in his life. 

"Aw, come on. Of course, I know everything."

"If you know everything, then tell me who the fuck this guy she's been fucking beside me is!" Doyoung got up from the bed. 

"There's no other guy. What are you talking about?" 

"Fuck, I felt it how he touched her and it drives me crazy!" Haechan opened his mouth to talk but jolted, eyes staring at Doyoung’s arm extended to hit the wall behind his head expecting to see a dent in the hard brick from how much force he put into that.  

"Is it you?" “Uhm? What the fuck?” "Answer me." "Okay, first of all, take a step back."

Doyoung leaned in even more and Haechan gulped. 

"Okay! Okay, gosh. No. There's no guy fucking her as far as I know."

"Where is she?" "I don't know." "What kind of friend are you if you don't know it?" 

Haechan crossed his arms on his chest. "Am I seriously getting scolded on friendship values by Kim Doyoung right now? You that made her cry in the common room? You that made her rest her weapons in front of you just to see you treat her like scum? After using her? We don’t have mood rooms but we have things like hearts and mouths which we use to, you know, ask other people how they feel-" "I don't have enough patience and you know that."

Haechan breathed in and out before finally opening his lips again. "She's in the dorms. Obviously. Where the fuck would she be-"

Doyoung turned around on his heels like a tornado and walked towards the towers. 

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Haechan told the other boy's back but he wasn't sure he heard him.

_____

She doesn't want to talk to you. 

Fuck it. 

Doyoung knew he was self-centred and he knew that your absence had something to with him but for once he really wanted to be wrong. 

Used you? You really thought Doyoung used you? When you used him and then got somebody else to touch you like that? 

Fuck, if Doyoung were in his room at that moment it would probably resemble a killing storm. 

"Hey, you can't be here," some random guy stopped him as Doyoung stepped into the Gryffindor common room. "How did you even enter-" 

"Shut the fuck up." 

Doyoung looked around, eyeing all of the different doors and chose left, venturing down the corridor, for once - and cringingly so - listening to his heart. 

Haechan was right. You didn’t have real mood rooms but he could physically feel the energy of each and one of them with his heart. 

He knew it was your door before even getting close to it, the feeling coming from it making his blood boil in his veins just like he would feel when you were around. 

With a twist of his wrist, he tried to open it but it didn't work. 

"Are you seriously trying to barge into a girl's room like that, Kim?" a scandalous voice said behind the door. 

"How did you know it was me?" Doyoung placed one palm on the wood. 

"Only you could force open a door without even knocking," you replied. "And the spell is made for you specifically, so I know."

The boy rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. "You were waiting for me." 

The silence on the other side made him sigh. "Open up. Let me talk to you." 

It got even quieter than before. "I wasn't waiting for you. You had no reasons to come," you finally whispered. 

Doyoung twisted his wrist and the door in front of himself vanished from his eyes. Apparently, you didn't anticipate he'd be able to use the transparency spell since you didn't even preoccupy yourself to block it and he could tell you didn't even sense it, so concentrated on your thoughts. From your perspective the door was still there and, previously leaning against it with your back, you rolled on it now and unknowingly imitated Doyoung's position, foreheads almost touching if not for the layer of old wood. 

"What do I have to say?" he asked, looking at your face. He saw how you bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice and the genuine sadness in your face made him even angrier at the whole situation. "You don't have to say anything," you finally replied. 

Doyoung's jaw muscles tensed. 

"Please, please, open this goddamn door." 

The intensity of his voice made you raise your head and your senses got sharp again, feeling the energy he put into using his spell. 

With the twist of your wrist, the door flew open and you finally saw Doyoung's face. 

"You used transparency," you suddenly looked furious. “You know you can’t do that inside the university.” "Fuck, I was," he stepped in. "What if I was naked?" "Nothing I haven't seen before." 

You rolled your eyes. "You make me so frustrated."

"I am making you frustrated? Then what about me, huh?" 

"What would you even be frustrated about if you don't even care about me? You tease me and you insult me and then you make love to me like a desperate man and then you go back to being your selfish, deprecable self. What is this? Why do you keep playing with me? Is it fun? You find it amusing to see me like this?" 

Your words completely floored him. 

"I can ask you the same thing. I can feel it inside my chest when someone else touches you and it drives me fucking insane. I made a mistake and I gave in thinking you had some feelings for me and that I wasn't just a fuck toy you could use one night and throw away." 

Your mouth fell open. 

He could feel it? He could feel you? So you did belong to him?

"This is crazy. You hid something like this from me! Now you have access to what's going on with my body without my consent!" 

"I had no idea I was in love with you, okay? It has never happened to me before. I don't want to know either when someone else eats you out! I just- you’re here hiding in your room and crying as if you have feelings for me or something when you let someone else-" he stopped. 

You looked at his reddening neck and closed eyes. 

His breath was shaky and you realized how you've never actually seen him angry or upset before. 

"No one has done anything to me, Doyoung. Unlike you, who fucked that Slytherin girl after showing me the fucking heaven. Did you do that to her as well? Sweet talk? For what? Is this your hobby? Making girls fall in love with you?" 

The boy shook his head in confusion."What are you talking about? There's no Slytherin girl."

"The one that had the urgency to see your room?" 

He pinched the base of his nose with a grunt of realization. "She helped me to figure out why my room was pitch-black and why it's currently grey with wet fucking walls."

"Oh yeah? Because to me, it looked very much red."

"You've been spying on me?"

You huffed and sat down on the bed like a child when they're found guilty but they're too proud to admit it. "You used transparency just 5 minutes ago too,” you justified yourself as if you were equal now. 

"And did you see me fuck that girl?" 

"I didn't want to actually look inside like a creep! But you were pretty much horny. The corridor got all red."

"I was thinking about you! And now I’m also thinking about you and I’ve been thinking about you all of these days and months and probably all of these fucking years since I first met you.” 

Your brain felt like mush. 

"Then you knew? You treated me like that because you liked me? Only children tease the person they like."

"I didn’t know. I had no fucking idea before. And apparently, I am a fool for not having realized before and fuck, perhaps I’m a child as well then. I’m insecure. Because I wanted you to think about me too. And perhaps you don’t even remember but I’ve tried to be nice to you before and it didn’t work. But you started to give me attention when I made you mad. It was easy and playful and I saw how you often smiled when I turned my back to you and- fuck, I got hopeful. That you’d start to feel the same.” 

“I do feel the same, for fuck’s sake! I am in love with you.”

Doyoung swallowed dryly. “Then why-” 

“It was me.” 

The boy furrowed his eyebrows. 

“That morning after I left your room I took a shower, and-,” you looked around as if trying to find the courage to say what you had to say, “- I was thinking about you, so-”

Doyoung understood before you could finish the phrase and you saw his face fall. 

“Wait, is it possible? Even if you do it?” 

You scoffed incredulously. “You’re the Slytherin here. Until a few days ago I didn’t even know you had magical spit making you feel whatever I did to my own pussy!” 

Doyoung closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if he needed a moment.

“But I researched it when you told me about the pencil. It has to do with some weird-ass Slytherin shit where couples own each other’s bodies. Most people find it hot to know when the partner is-” you cleared your voice as it got suddenly tiny from talking about that shameful topic. 

“So no, I did not let anyone touch me. If you were smart enough you would have noticed that it didn’t happen anymore after you treated me like shit.” 

The boy looked as if his soul left his body.

The silence engulfed the whole room and you avoided each other’s eyes. 

But then it got disrupted by his movements. With slow steps, he walked the space from the middle of the room to the feet of the bed where you were sat down. 

With weak limbs, he let himself down on his knees in front of you and slowly he let his face fall into your lap. 

Your breath fell short. With trembling hands, you caressed his nape, lightly as if afraid to touch him, then his hair, patting it gently. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool this whole time. Like, I am so stupid.” His voice was muffled by your clothes and his arms wrapped your waist even more while saying it. 

“You’re the smartest person I know. But you could’ve just asked instead of assuming.”

He shook his head. “Yeah. Hey Y/N, so I can feel inside my gut that you orgasmed hard just now. Who did it? I thought you liked me.” 

He raised his head again, his hair messy on the forehead, eyes lit up by the sun coming from your big windows and violent red cheeks. He looked young and vulnerable and suddenly the whole situation seemed so ridiculous that you laughed. 

“I am sorry,” you chuckled and cupped his face. “You’re right. It was a weird situation. We should work on communication. And you should work on not being so insecure.” “You also assumed I fucked a girl just because I was talking to her.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. We both have to work on that, alright?” 

He sighed relieved seeing you smile. 

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about that whole thing before. But I swear, I had no idea my feelings for you were that deep.” “Does it not work with mere crushes?” He shook his head. 

"Well, do you know what I want now? For you to obtain my forgiveness?" you asked. "Me to kiss you." You flicked his head. "You will never drop that attitude of yours, will you?" He smiled even more. "I love to see you like this."

“I want something else,” you explained. Doyoung turned his head to the side. “Me eating you out?” 

“Oh my God! No!” you tried to get away from his hold but he pushed you back on the bed and crawled beside you. “But that pussy is mine-” “Shut up!! Don’t say that ever again! You still need to apologize some more for that. Now I can’t even masturbate.” “You don’t need to masturbate if you have me.” “I fucking hate you so much.” “I love you too. So what was the thing that you wanted?” 

“It’s just-- it’s unfair. So I-- also want to know.” “You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. “Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.” “Even if I’m not a slytherin?” “If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.” “Pants off then. Now.” _____

Haechan walked through Doyoung’s room with a chuckle, trying hard to avoid all the flowers that suddenly started to grow tall until reaching the ceiling. 

With the corner of his eyes he also noticed the way all of them started to turn red and with a disgusted face, he moved faster, exiting it and closing the door behind him.

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[enviedear]

liability → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which y/n slips herself weak love potion daily to get through the wretched sadness she feels she can’t escape. in her mind, she’s a liability. and unbeknownst to her, draco malfoy feels the same.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.2k

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tw for depression ; something i have so please know i understand if you’re going through it. my messages are always open if you need a friend. be good to yourself and if this may trigger you pls don’t read it. all the love, olivia <3

pls enjoy this angst, and also please ignore the science behind love potions in this fic.

after cedric had been killed, life for you wasn’t the same. the two of you were the best of friends. you did absolutely everything together. cedric helped you be the very best you. 

after him, life seemed grey, dull, and monotonous. you didn’t have anyone to talk to.

your friends pulled back from you and said they made a mistake thinking they could take you on, and you understood. some days you could be so happy and carefree and the very next minute you drifted into the dark abyss that was your mind. you were a little much, for everyone. 

over the summer you began reading to take your mind off of cedric. well, not him, just what happened. you forced yourself to read every book in your home. from books about the stars, to poetry, to books on theories, and finally your textbooks.

it was one of the hottest days of summer when you came across the chapter on love potions. it gave you an idea. the chapter clearly stated that the drinker of the love potion would become infatuated with the person who gave it to them. who’s to say you couldn’t become infatuated with yourself.

of course you didn’t want to become a narcissus, so you brewed a very weak version.

it worked. for a whole day you were happy. you ate, laughed, and were so good to yourself. you were in love with the girl you were. you found yourself slow dancing alone, stroking your own cheek, being there for yourself. 

of course, it didn’t last and by night time you were back to feeling all too much. the type of feeling where you’re silent and unmoving, the world a blur but your thoughts in a deathly focus. 

it was that night you decided that you’d take a weak love potion everyday until your bad feelings went away on their own. you were tired of being the girl people pushed away because they didn’t understand. 

so you did exactly that. your entire fifth year consisted of flying under umbridge’s radar. thanks to harry potter and the order, that proved easier than expected. no one suspected you.

now, you’re in sixth year. everyone is convinced you’re happy again and they don’t treat you like some sort of liability. of course, they don’t know that every night you cry and feel exactly like you did in fourth year. but that’s ok, you can handle the nights as long as the days are good. you find it to be a cycle now. in the mornings you take the potion and it’s almost like the best part of yourself fights the whole day to take care of you, but by night, she looses to the worst part of yourself.

“y/n would you like to go to hogsmeade today?” your friend, cece asks.

“i would love to, but i have to study for transfiguration.” you sigh, giving your friend a sorry look.

“ah it’s ok, you’re taking advanced this year. you’re right to study. mara and i will make sure to bring you back some things from honeydukes.”

you smile and thank your friend before making your way to the astronomy tower. cedric was the one to introduce you to studying here, and you never stopped. 

you take a seat on the steps and begin studying multicorfors.

just as you were getting up to practice the spell, a body runs into you, causing the both of you to tumble to the floor.

you look to your side and spot draco malfoy, who, besides being herbology partners one year, you didn’t really talk to.

“are you okay, draco?” you ask, helping the boy off the floor.

he smoothes out his suit jacket, “yes, l/n.”

you scoff a bit and raise your eyebrows at him, “are you sure because it’s unlike you to stumble about. you’re just too good for that.”

draco glowers at you.

“okay i’m sorry. i didn’t want to be here anyway,” you gesture around the room, “the astronomy tower is now yours.”

he doesn’t say anything as you exit the room and you shrug it off. 

‘as if draco malfoy could be pleasant’, you think to yourself, annoyed.

once you approach the hufflepuff common room you feel the effects of your potion begin to wear off. you curse yourself a little for not drinking enough potion to last you until dinner and decide to run by the kitchens to grab something before bed. there’s no way you can sit through dinner like this.

by the time you make it to your dorm room you feel heavy with thoughts. you curl into your bed crying and stare at the stone wall until you fall into a dreamless sleep. like most nights.

the next morning is a saturday and you wake up early, before your dorm mates, and grab the bottle of love potion under your bed, hidden in a locked trunk. you down the small bottle and watch it refill thanks to the spell you placed on it, and put it back, hidden away.

you decide to head to breakfast early and grab a muffin to take with you to the astronomy tower. you need to master multicorfors before your test on tuesday.

a half hour into your practice, you’re doing the spell almost perfectly. though, changing your skirt into pants proves to be your downfall. you just can’t get it. 

“i need the astronomy tower.” a voice says from behind you.

you turn to see draco malfoy, again wearing a fitted suit.

“you can study while i’m here draco.” you say pointedly.

“i don’t want to.” he scowls.

you roll your eyes, “then study elsewhere.”

“no. you can leave.” 

“listen draco, i can argue with you all day, but i’m not moving until i’ve mastered multicorfors. so either you stay here with me or you go somewhere else.” you groan.

he doesn’t reply but takes a seat on the steps, taking out his wand and transfiguration book.

you smile to yourself, happy to win the argument, and go back to trying to change your skirt into a pair of pants. 

“you’re too rigid with your movements, l/n.” draco tells you.

“can you show me then? i can’t figure it out.” you ask.

“no. just flick your wand more. it’s not that hard.” he says.

you give him a deadpan look, “please. this is the last part of the lesson i need to get. if you show me i can leave sooner.”

draco groans but gets up and walks over to you.

“give me your hand.” he instructs. 

you do as you’re told and he grabs your hand, showing you the correct way to move your wand. his hand is warmer compared to yours and you like the way he warms you up. it’s also extremely soft, almost as if he’s never had a single callous. 

“you have soft hands.” you tell him, grinning.

surprisingly draco lets out a small smile, “you’re supposed to be paying attention.”

“i can’t. you have baby soft hands.” you joke looking up at him.

“i just use lotion. you should try it sometime, your hands feel like a house elves’.” he teases.

you let out a deep laugh, “who knew draco malfoy was such a comedian?”

he feigns shock, “i made those hilarious ‘potter sticks’ badges back in fourth year for nothing then?”

you suck in a unnoticed breathe at the mention of fourth year before smiling,“okay i suppose that should have been a hint. but it was mean.” 

draco and you continue to talk and practice transfiguration up until dinner. the time flying while the two of you are together.

“would you like to eat dinner up here? i can grab us some things from the kitchen.” you ask him, packing your bag up.

“i actually have something to do, but maybe some other time. let’s meet here again tomorrow though, i can help you with transfiguration.” he says.

“draco malfoy fraternizing with a muggle-born hufflepuff. tsk tsk.” you joke before agreeing and heading to dinner. 

you don’t miss the eyeroll he gives you for that remark.

“where were you all day, y/n?” mara questions as you sit down beside her.

“astronomy tower. i was practicing transfiguration. you’ll never guess who ended up helping me either.” you beam, grabbing a plate for yourself.

“who helped you? i’m guessing cormac mclaggen, he seems to have a crush on you.” cece says.

your face contorts in disgust, “no, definitely not. that guy is a creep. it was malfoy actually, and he’s surprisingly funny.”

mara and cece give each other a look before mara speaks, “you do know people are saying he’s a deatheater, right?” 

you roll your eyes, “malfoy is not a deatheater. i think a deatheater would oppose to helping a mudblood.”

your friends shrug and dinner continues on with normal conversation.

“cece and i are going to study in the library before bed if you want to join us.” mara says, grabbing her books.

“i’m okay, plus i’m super tired. i’ll see you at the dorm.” you smile, before parting with your friends.

slipping into your bed you begin to feel the come down of your potion. tonight your pain hurts even more than usual. you feel so trapped and can’t seem to catch your breath. you keep thinking back to the last time you had spoken to your best friend.

it was a week before the maze and he was sitting with you by black lake.

“y/n i promise you once i win, i’m taking you and cho to the fanciest restaurant i can find and we’ll all celebrate.” he had grinned, leaning against a tree.

you giggled and shoved him playfully before saying, “if you don’t win i’m still expecting that dinner.”

“i’ll win. i’ve been practicing so much.”

“i know, you barely ever have time to see me now.” you had sighed.

“y/n i’m sorry. i promise that after all of this is over, you and i are going to see each other everyday. i can’t live without you, kid. you’re my best friend.” he soothed, giving you a hug.

you had leaned into him, “forever?”

he laughed, “of course.”

that memory was etched in your brain. you knew it would never leave your mind. 

you laid silently crying in your bed as your dorm mates entered to room, ready for bed. they said goodnight to each other before getting into their own beds, assuming you to be drifted off by now, and after a few minutes, their snores are the only sound in the room. 

the emptiness of your being feels too much and you’re desperate to escape. you need air. you need something to remind you that you’re alive.

you quietly sneak out of your room, out of the common room, and up the stairs to the astronomy tower.

as you quickly enter the doorway of the tower, a body collides into yours, knocking you back a bit. 

when you look up, tears falling out of your eyes, you’re greeted by teary grey ones. draco’s.

he sniffles and steadies himself before asking, “what’s wrong, l/n?”

you can’t seem to find the words. no one has asked you this question in years, and so much is wrong.

all you can do is cry harder.

“you have to breathe l/n. you’re going to upset yourself more, just breathe.” he says, voice breaking.

you try to calm down but nothing is helping. nothing feels real. cedric should still be here. you shouldn’t be this broken. life should be how it was. now it’s just too much.

“i hate it, draco.” you finally cry out.

he wipes the tears from his own eyes, “what do you hate, l/n. talk to me.”

“i hate that i haven’t been the same since fourth year. i hate that my best friend is gone. i hate that i have to worry that everyone around me is going to die, just because of some evil dark wizard. and i hate that i take fucking love potions everyday just to feel okay. i hate it all.” you breathe, finally. 

draco raises his eyebrows, “you’ve been taking love potions?”

you nod, weary of your confession.

“i’m sorry y/n.” he mumbles.

your eyes meet his at the mention of your first name. coming from him it seems so genuine. he’s never called you by your first name before.

“you won’t tell anyone will you?” you ask, eyes searching his.

“no, i won’t,” he pauses. “but you should get back to your dorm, i’ll walk you back. a walk might help you calm down.”

you nod and let the boy lead you through the dark castle, lit only by the moon. draco’s steps are lighter than yours, and it causes you to wonder how he learned how to be so quiet. it’s unlike him.

when the two of you reach the hufflepuff entrance you whisper to him, “thank you for calming me down, draco. it means a lot that you would help me.”

in the shadows you see him smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. you bid the boy goodnight, and walk back to your dorm. of course you’re still sad but the sadness is somewhat diluted, thanks to none other than draco malfoy. 

you continue to meet with draco daily throughout the months of your sixth year. the two of you finding comfort in each other. 

by now, you’re becoming far less dependent on love potions. having someone to confide in proving immensely helpful.

but although you’re getting better, draco only grows worse. you never ask him what’s troubling him. maybe because you’re scared he won’t tell you or maybe because you’re scared to loose the person helping you the most. either way, you still try to help him as much as possible.

today, may the eighth, draco and you have plans to go to hogsmeade to look for a new notebook for you, since your old one is completely used up. you really loved mcgonagall, but the woman sure stressed you out with all the notes she commanded your class to take.

you’ve been waiting patiently for twenty minutes, but he doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.

maybe he’s still at breakfast? you think to yourself, before heading into the castle to search for your friend.

you peer around the dining hall, coming up short. so you decide to go to the astronomy tower. if you needed draco you could usually find him there.

when you enter the sixth floor, ready to head further up, you hear shouting. curious, you walk toward the noise, which is coming from the boys’ bathroom.

you hesitate going in but once you hear a defensive spell being cast, you draw your wand and bound into the bathroom.

in front of you stands harry potter. he’s crouched behind a wall, clutching his wand and panting. you furrow your brows, and go to question what he’s doing before you see draco emerge and cast the cruciatus curse at him.

before you can tell them both to stop, harry yells out a curse you’ve never heard of before.

“sectumsempra!”

almost instantly, draco falls to the floor, blood pouring out of him.

you’re shocked, and don’t even feel yourself run to him. you don’t hear harry’s apologies. you don’t hear when professor snape rushes in. you don’t hear a thing other than draco’s pained cries.

it reminds you all too much of the chaos of cedric’s death. everything happening too fast.

when snape finally stops the bleeding he instructs you to get back to your common room and keep quiet. you don’t try to fight him on it, and do as you’re told.

after a few hours of worried overthinking, you leave the hufflepuff common room and head to the hospital wing. when you enter the large room, you notice draco immediately. he’s the only one.

“draco?” you call his name, standing beside his bed.

the boy opens his eyes and stares right at you, causing you to cry.

“i was so scared draco.” you cry, placing your hand on your friends chest, feeling his heartbeat. it’s comforting.

“i have to tell you something, y/n, before it’s too late. you just have to promise you won’t tell a soul.” he tells you, voice weak.

“draco you’ve kept my secret over these months. i would never hurt you by telling anyone.” you say.

your friend gives you a weak smile before sitting up in the bed and pulling up his left sleeve, exposing a black ink that contrasts so much from his pale white skin.

“they’re coming here in june. i don’t know the day yet but when i find out i’ll tell you. you have to stay safe, y/n. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.” draco advises.

“you’re a deatheater.” you breathe out, eyes locked to the dark mark on his arm.

you can’t believe the scene in front of you. your draco, a villain that you’ve been so deathly afraid of for years.

“i’m so sorry y/n. it wasn’t my choice. but please promise me that you’ll stay safe. i need you here with me, not gone by the hands of a dark wizard.” the boy pleads, grasping your hand.

you look him in the eyes, “i promise draco.”

he doesn’t let go of your hand and brings it back to his heart.

“i care so deeply for you, y/n. you’re so good. thank you for everything.” he says, faltering.

your eyes are teary when you say, “i love you draco.”

with that you slip your hand out of his and walk back to your dorm. your thoughts seem to be invasive that night. you contemplate grabbing the bottle of love potion you haven’t taken in a month, but decide against it.

you feel cheated. everything had been so perfect. all the excitement you had from running through the nights with the boy you love begin to eat you alive.

it’s not fair for it to turn out like this. the two of you so dependent on each other, but on two separate sides of a war. there’s no way this can end well.

you realize you love draco, as more than a friend. that scares you and so you’re back to thinking that you’re better off on your own.

draco still sits with you in the astronomy tower daily, but the two of you don’t speak much. you, scared of falling deeper in love. and him, too focused on his task. 

of course you find yourself loving the boy more and more everyday. the two of you are always embraced when together, and even though it’s unspoken, you know draco loves you too.

it’s the thirtieth day of june, you’re in the astronomy tower alone when draco comes rushing in.

“y/n you have to go, they’re here.” he warns, checking the stairs behind him.

you freeze at his statement. you knew the day would come but you still weren’t prepared.

“y/n! are you listening to me? you have to go.” he shouts.

this is it. this is the final time you’ll see draco before the war officially starts, after this there’s no more innocent days spent together. here you are again, loosing your best friend.

you get up from the floor and walk to draco. you cup his face gently, “take care of yourself. i love you.”

he eases a little and places his hand on yours, “i love you more. i hope you know that.”

and you do. of course you do.

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[butterbeerblurbs]

flowing into your heart (f.w.)

 💌 : being friends with the golden trio meant you had front-row tickets to hagrid’s shenanigans. one of it being putting you and fred weasley on a boat because he’d like to add “matchmaker” onto his resume.

📝 word count: 3,800 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 fluff fluff fluff

💬: this is a part of @ch0colatefr0gs​​​ 500 writing challenge! congrats again on 500, love! 🥳✨

⛵️prompt: “you and ___ are cute, i’ll put you in a boat.” / “you’ll put us in a what?” - captain holt to jake and amy, brooklyn 99 

sneaking out of the castle during the times you weren’t supposed to be... out of said castle, was no out of the ordinary thing when it came to being with the golden trio. sometimes, you became a part of the equation whenever you chimed in your thoughts. (albeit when they don’t ask for it)

today was no different when they said they’d be going down to hagrid’s. something along the lines of testing out a... small thing he has been working on. it piqued your interest and when the trio said they’d be heading out to hagrid’s cottage at half past eight and offered you to tag along, you did.

so that’s how all of you ended up following hagrid’s lead, deeper into the woods. the giant says nothing the whole way, only making you feel anxious at where he was leading all of you.

barely knowing where you were as it’s getting pretty dark, you can only make up the sight of a small boat coming into view as all of you stood by a lake. you squint your eyes at the sight, and no one’s asking questions yet? you had no idea what the little... experiment was all about anyway. you ought to be the first one to say something, but hagrid beats you to it.

“welp! here we are!” hagrid chuckles, and it seems like there was more than just the five of you when it seems like a certain pair of twins were here as well.

“hello there, children,” george snickers, “out of bed?” fred snorts.

“h-hey, how’d you guys get here?” ron hisses, and you could tell that he’s probably glaring at his brothers.

“think we’d join in on the fun, right georgie?” one of the two elbows the other.

“right you are, freddie,” the second from the first elbows back.

as the voices die out to the silence, past the dark, you gaze to fred’s direction to see he’s already looking at you. swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly look away, up to the sky. you hate how your brain can’t process what hagrid is saying because of how nervous you feel. your heart is hammering in your chest at the sight of fred, and you hate how the boy doesn’t even know. it’s not until hagrid mentions your name that you find yourself coming back to reality instead of having your head in the clouds.

“well... i reckon y/n and mr. weasley look cute together, so i’ll put two of you in a boat!”

“m-me?!” ron squeaks, only for hagrid to snort, “not you, laddie!” he turns to the pair of ginger heads who glance at one another. hagrid effortlessly grabs ahold of fred and places him in the boat. then, he reaches for you to do the same and upon being placed in the boat, there’s a split moment you thought you’d fall into the abyss but fred’s hands are already by your sides, gently holding you down to take a seat.

your heart is about to fly out of your ribcage and you’re certain if this place was well-lit, might as well call yourself a cherry tomato at how hot your face feels at fred’s kind gesture.

“you alright?” he asks softly, trying to get comfortable on the wooden seat and you nod, trying to relax opposite him, “y-yeah, ‘m okay,”

you can’t even digest what hagrid is saying at the proximity between you and fred. usually there’s a large table between the pair of you or at least an arm’s length away when walking with friends but now? in a small boat that barely fits three people, here is two, mushed together, legs tangled. before you can try to comprehend the spell hagrid was casting, all you can feel is a small tingle of sparks tingling your body before your eyes force themselves shut at the sudden gush of wind greeting you.

it sends shivers down your spine before the boat accelerates with a ferocious speed that nearly sends you off the damned thing. luckily (or maybe the opposite...) there’s a pair of arms steadying you down, as if its’ keeping you grounded.

you realise you’re making incomprehensible sounds, as if you’re speaking in tongues that you ignore the soft chuckle coming from the boy next to you.

when you manage to catch your breath, the boat slows down and it’s like you can hear a pin drop. your eyes peel open and it’s almost pitch black, except the small glow of the night sky painted above you. your brows furrow when you feel your hands not in the position they were in before the boat took off... nor is your body. your eyes trail off to your hands to see they’re... wrapped around fred weasley’s torso and his, tucked around your waist. your cheek, pressed to his chest and gosh, he smells like cinnamon and-gasping, you pull away from him, yet he does it nonchalantly as if he’s unbothered, a smirk on his face.

“you know, i don’t mind it at all,” he winks, and you scoff a laugh at him, nudging him playfully (as if he could go very far), “oh sod off, weasley,”

there’s a moment of uncertainty and silence that falls over the pair of you. unsure if it was confusion or... nervousness or... both, you look around only to realize you have no idea where you were. it’s almost like... the only thing that’s lighted is the lamp attached to the boat and what seems to look like some stars scattered above. and... fred, right in front of you, who is currently looking right at you and nowhere else.

come to think of it, he doesn’t really look as surprised as you are.

“so... um... nice view, huh?” he tries to break the silence that bestows unknowingly, and he can’t help but grin at your response.

“freddie,” (because you’re calling him like that)

“yeah?”

“it’s pitch black and we can’t see anything,” your arm extends to point at the vast space of nothing. absolutely nothing.

“i mean i can see you,” he’s blunt, but then again, fred weasley has always been honest and direct with his words. however, when you catch the meaning of his words that... you’re the view he’s talking about, you can’t help but feel the butterflies roaming freely from within. yet, you shut them down whenever they tried to escape, muttering a quick, “ha ha, hilarious,”

you exhale deeply and roll your eyes, flicking the material of your robe lining your wrists. you’re still looking around to see if anything else was going to happen, because if this was part of hagrid’s little experiment, it’s not very impressive if it means he’s just going to cast a spell on a boat to speed across the wide sea of nothing.

fred doesn’t let you ponder too far, bringing you back to the topic you tried to brush off.

“i don’t think i was being funny, y/n,” he hasn’t looked away from you since, resting against his side of the boat and cocking a brow up to you when you finally do the same against your side of the boat, trying to make do with whatever space there is here.

“oh, really? then what?” you fold your arms, raising your brow,

“i mean, i think you look like an angel,” he shrugs, “just without the wings,”

“so like a normal, average person?” you sneer, using one of your foot to nudge against his. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, gazing down to your legs closely pressed together because... this is a pretty small boat. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“what?” you feign innocence, blinking at him, “it’s not like you’re flirting with me,”

at your remark, that’s the first time it’s rendered fred speechless. his mouth hangs open, eyes widening before they scrunch in confusion as he stares at you incredulously.

“good golly, y/n. for someone as smart as hermoine, you are a bit daft sometimes, aren’t you?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you huff, puffing your chest out as you lean closer to him without realising. he takes this opportunity to mirror your actions, leaning a bit too much for your comfort that he takes up the rest of your vision. it makes you gasp at how close he is again all of a sudden, making your head spin as he smiles at you this near, it’s as if you can count how many lashes he has despite it being this dark.

“well, now i’m going to ask, are you interested in me?” he tilts his head a little, teasing.

“y-you?” breathless is what you are, a little scared.

“yes, me,” he confirms, with a nod, “fred weasley,”

said boy doesn’t know which confuses him more: your statement, or the way you lean away from him once more, trying to create a bigger distance between the pair of you.

“i... well...” you debated being honest, but figured... if there’s a moment you had to be, now would be the perfect time to be nothing but honest when there’s literally only you and fred here. maybe, just maybe, whatever happens here, will stay here.

“i had to question myself multiple times if i was - if i’m being honest,” you were sure you were being soft, not trusting your voice to be an octave louder because you could feel your insides shaking. the thought of it alone scared you, but saying it out loud in front of the boy who has been keeping you up for countless of nights made it feel like there was a tsunami wrecking up inside.

it wasn’t that you didn’t like fred. godric, you do. if anything, you liked him so much you wondered it almost every other day if your feelings were... still there. and they were. every time he came up to you just to say good morning, or how you can hear him asking where you were when you were just a step behind from the rest, or the way he insisted to walk you to class because you had too many books for a pretty girl to carry (you had two). it made your heart feel full whenever he seemed to care about your presence but... you’d be lying if you said he only cared about you.

fred and george were no strangers to anyone (at least, the vast majority). being in the quidditch team, the ultimate duo of pranksters, of course their names were well-known at hogwarts. with that, it came to being friends with a lot of people as well. with that, it was also noticing how there were a swarm of girls interested in them. with that... (the last ‘with that’, promise), you couldn’t help but feel dejected whenever it’s also possible fred’s just a kind soul who is nice to everyone. you’ve seen it and heard it many, many times.

“y-you... had to question multiple times if you fancied me?”

him repeating your own confession back to yourself, made your anger boil from within. not at him but at yourself. no matter how hard you’re trying, you can’t seem to hold it back and-“of course i had to!” your voice echoes and it repeats a couple of times into fred’s ears. he's taken back by your sudden outburst, looking like a puppy that took a step too far and you almost hate yourself for raising your voice. your eyes avoid his as you look down to your fiddling thumbs, still flicking one and the other to relieve your nerves.

“o-of course i had to...” you mumbled softly, refusing to look at him and fred... fred doesn’t like that one bit.

“why?” he asks, the same volume you spoke and it seems like the boat has slowed down. you didn’t know if it was actually slowing down or if... your head is making you see things.

“because what if i get hurt from liking you too much? what if... you were as nice to me as everyone else and i’d spiral down this - this sick joke of being infatuated with you and all this while you had eyes for someone else?” you look up to him and this time, fred feels a knot tighten in his gut. the way you genuinely look... upset, and that these are your sincere thoughts, made him want to extinguish every single one of them but-”what if i’m in over my head that someone like you would like someone like me? o-or what if i misread the signs and-” your eyes flutter shut, feeling prickles against the back of your eyes as hot tears start to form.

you inhaled sharply and refuse to speak, knowing your voice will give out at the first sign of it cracking. a tear manages to escape, before you use your sleeves to wipe them away.

“y/n,” fred’s voice is as clear as day, the only thing vibrating against your eardrums in the tranquil.

“y-you don’t have to say anything, really,” you refuse to listen, shaking your head, ”it’s fine, this is pathetic and we can pretend this never-”

“y/n!” similar to your outburst, the sound of fred’s voice raising up in volume makes you flinch. your eyes shoot up to him but they don’t stay on him very long before you quickly look away, unable to look him in the eyes if he rejects you and-“i’m mad for you,”-there’s only so much your heart can... can...

what?

your face morphs into one of confusion, changing from afraid to... puzzled.

“w-what?”

fred licks his lips and tries to shift closer, testing the waters to see if you would move and you don’t. so when you don’t, he carefully makes you face him properly so he can look at you, a toothy grin appearing on his face as he brings the color return to your face.

“i’m way in over my head for you, love. so much i think it’s driving everyone bloody bonkers that i haven’t confessed up until now,” he gives you shoulders a squeeze before letting you go, seeing that you still need time to digest before he can try to show his affections for you. when he sees that you’re still very much in denial, he clears his throat to continue.

“do i think i go around asking people where you are all the time just because i didn’t fancy you? or how i constantly try to sit across from you because i really do think your smile is gorgeous?” he watches as you take the information in and it seems like the nuts and bolts were being placed in the right places when there’s a blush on your cheeks. he feels like he should stop, but when you’ve had your moment to say what you had to say, well, fred thinks he should have his moment to say what he wants to, too.

“do you think i’d go to honeydukes to get you pumpkin pasties, in the middle of a snowstorm just to cheer you up if i didn’t fancy you?”

“that really cheered me up, freddie,” you admit quietly, and fred refuses to give in, not now - no matter how hard you were making it for him by looking that adorable.

“merlin, y/n, i even got hagrid to put us here together so i’d have a chance to...” fred’s voice trails off quietly, “to...”

“t-to what?”

as if it’s on cue, there’s a small spark between the pair of you that rises from beneath the boat, flying up into the air at least two heads above and it combusts quietly. the words string out together as y/n, i think you’re an angel sent from above. could i, fred weasley, have the honors of going out with you?

it wasn’t particularly big or grand, but it was as if it was meant to be small enough for this intimate moment between the pair of you. after the words disappear, small tiny hearts start to fall down, as if in slow motion and you follow the hearts back into fred’s eyes. it finally sinks in that… the boy you had so desperately hoped to see you in the same light, is lighting up fireworks to show you just that.

“i-if this is some sort of sick joke, i’m going to kick you somewhere where it really hurts, fred weasley,”

he can only smirk, inching closer to you and locking you in place with his knees casing you in, “figured i’d be safe then,”

“you...” you had no idea how you were still sane, blinking a couple of times profusely to make sure this wasn’t a dream, “...really like me?” 

he knows you’re somewhat convinced. you just need... a little push to believe him completely.

“could i have the permission to show you, y/n?” he carefully uses a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear and gazes into your eyes.

“please do,” your voice comes out in a soft breath and it’s not long before your vision starts to blur, shifting the focus to just fred being in your line of sight.

fred shifts closer than he already is and reaches out with one arm to steady himself by your waist, the other gently cupping your cheek. he adores the way you gaze into his eyes as he brings his lips down onto yours, eyes flutters shut upon contact. he feels your body tensing at the initial touch of his lips, but soon you melt against him as he kisses you with such delicacy it’s making your heart swell. you can smell the hint of firecracker embers and a whiff of cinnamon on him. you didn’t know where this newfound source of confidence came from but your hands, gingerly crawl up his sides and wrap themselves around his neck that it earns you a soft sound of approval from him.

he can feel your smile against his lips, mimicking a smile you can feel on yours before teeth starts to break the kiss at how wide the both of you are grinning. you rest your forehead against his, breathless, and when fred opens his eyes before you to see yours still closed, at peace, his heart is for certain (as if he needed it to be).

he was so in love with you, he couldn’t see a day without you in it. and right now, where fred was the only thing you could see… you could finally see it.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing across your blushing cheek. it makes the side of your eyes crinkle as you open your eyes a little, a wide smile still apparent. “i feel pretty, freddie,”

“guess you’ll be feeling pretty all the time then,” he smirks, raising a brow, “i won’t let you have a chance to forget, i’m quite the charmer, you know?” he’s doing that thing with his eyebrows again, eliciting a laugh from you as you gently let your fingers run through his hair (and fred resists the urge to ask you to do it again, feeling his heart somersault at the innocent gesture).

“i mean, as long as you’re not shouting it down the halls or getting expelled for it, you’re more than welcomed,”

“...eh, no promises on the latter,” he shrugs, tsk-ing right after.

“freddie!” your hand hits his back gently.

“‘m only joking!” he laughs with you, shaking his head. he then lifts his chin up with a brow cocked, “or am i?”

fred has always found a way to make you smile, even in moments you never thought he’d be able to. today, at the sound of his confession and your feelings out in the open for each other, sealed with your lips together, it was another day of fred weasley making you smile so hard, your cheeks are hurting. it fills your heart with a feeling no one else could. 

surely, yes, surely, whatever happened here is going to stay here, for your memory only. however... the scenarios you imagined yourself doing with fred inside or out of the castle, were going to be a reality. not just a vision you see in your dreams. most certainly not when… he’s holding onto your hand tight, pressing kisses onto the back of it and smiling at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him.

whatever hagrid’s experiment was, albeit it’s a facade, you give him an outstanding.

((”hagrid, please! ’m begging you! just this once!” fred huffs, tailing the giant around.

“just this once, this boy says. reckon a week or two later he’d come back asking for the same thing!” the gatekeeper refuses to acknowledge fred following him back to his cottage. (yep, fred had been walking and begging all the way from the castle)

“c’mon, hagrid!”

fred only bumps against his back when hagrid stops walking. the ginger haired boy huffs and dusts his robe, shaking his head dejectedly. he turns around and begins his way back, mumbling to himself, “f-fine... i’ll figure something out then... i guess confessing to y/n on a hot air balloon would be the next shot,”

“hold your horses!” fred’s shoulders stiffen at the bellowing of hagrid’s voice. he turns around carefully to have hagrid storming up to him with curious eyes.

“did you say y/n, freddie boy?”

“...yeah...?” he’s beyond confused, but he can’t deny the excitement from within when hagrid looks sold upon the mention of your name.

with a devilish smirk, hagrid instantly agrees, “alrightie lad! i’ll do it!”

fred doesn’t try his luck to question why, only grateful that hagrid is on his side to help.

hagrid doesn’t disclose to fred why he’s interested all of a sudden, but let’s just say, this friendly giant has been a bearer to your secrets for a while now, and when hagrid sees this opportunity in front of his eyes... c’mon, you can’t expect him to pass on it.))

//

(((”d’you see anything?” hagrid asks, giving harry - who was resting on hagrid’s shoulders - a nudge,

“darn it, no. it’s too dark to see anything,” the boy in round-glasses huffs, shaking his head.

“maybe you guys should actually give them some space. you know, the whole point of them being so far only where it’s just the two of them?” hermoine chastises, refusing to join the boys with their nosy antics of figuring out what was going on between you and fred.

“ah, but then where would all the fun be?” george chimes, finding a way to climb onto a tree just to see if he could get a peep.)))

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BNHA 300 - Thoughts

Ooooh, Keeping up with the Todorokis chapters are always my favourite and this one is great too.

OK, so it’s been only 2 days but everything has gone to hell, heroes are retiring in waves, villains are on the loose, citizens are arming themselves, causing even bigger mess and are bitching at the remaining heroes who still try to do their jobs. All Might is cancelled and Endeavor is blamed for everything (and it’s kind of unfair, because he did do his best,  but hey that’s what life looks like on the mountaintop). Heavy stuff. 

But first, let’s talk about the Todorokis. I bet Endeavor would have preferred to die, but he’s alive thanks to his Doctor from Mario brithers and everything hits him at once, but mostly how he failed as a father - and I really appreciate that this is his first thought these days. Like how he failed to save every single son of his. Wow. 100% failure rate there Mr. No. 1.

His “Endeavor” ended in failure because he can’t be a hero if he can’t fight a mass murderer, yet he can’t fight his son.  Because he knows how Touya was and why he is this way. (Yep, someone made him feel worthless...)

And in this rock bottom state of his life, the first person he sees is Shouto. 

Little volleyball headed Shouto. Peeking in, about to say “dad” (cry... ) - he looks so funny from Endeavor’s drugged perspective, and it’s so hilarious yet relatable how he slams the door immediately because NOPE, he’s not dealing with Endeavor crying. 

I’m living for Shouto in this chapter, because for the first time maybe, he fully seems like the baby of the family (he’s so small)- and he can be. Because his older siblings are here and his mom is here and he’s not dealing with it alone like he did on that battlefield. 

I generally just adore these panels, shuffling at the door with his siblings (why is he sweating so much?), Fuyumi grabbing him as he tries to bolt. 

The Fuyumi - Natsuo duo is also pitch-perfect. Good cop, Bad cop. Fuyumi tries to make silly small talk, but Natsuo is just like “Crying...over what?” (and I think Natsuo wants to know where Enji’s thoughts are - is he thinking about his hero career or his family?) and Enji just loses it and breaks down fully and can’t look his kids in the eye.  

And wow, Endeavor being hit with the full consequences of everything he’s done - it’s been coming but it is also painful to see. He’s fully a broken man and has hit rock bottom. 

And I love that at this absolute low-point of his life, this is what he sees:

His victims. 

The people who are here, are his two kids who were barely a blip on his radar, his masterpiece whom he tormented so much and robbed of a childhood and of a mom, and the woman he drove to the point of insanity, until she hurt her own child. 

And Rei, the Queen, is here to step up, to take charge, to tell Enji that this is not the time to wallow in guilt and regrets, because she’s spent a decade staring into that abyss, and they don’t have that time, they need to be the parents and they need to decide how they can save their family and their son, Touya. 

Rei holding that flower I think is a reminder for Endeavor that he means his regrets seriously, he needs to pull himself together and try to fix the unfixable. Because there is no time to fall apart. As that last panel reminds us, as Touya is fixing his staples - as now more of his skin is covered in burns. 

Anyways, I’m really curious if Rei has a plan or what Enji can even do... But just Rei being here, advocating for her children is really amazing. These kids - Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto - have shouldered the burden of the family for so long and it’s really high time for the parents to take it off of them. 

I also wonder if both Rei and Enji can come to a common point about their family, about Touya - maybe seeing them together will help Shouto to finally integrate his two sides and come into his full power. 

Anyways, there is other stuff in the chapter. The heroes are put to the test - both the quitters and those that try to do their jobs are heavily criticized. Yoroi Musha being the poster-boy of the quitters (which is not very samurai of him) as he commits symbolic seppuku, where seppuku means retiring by the beach and sipping oolong highballs (Anyway, I have a theory why him.) 

And Wash of all people shows the true colors of a hero (rainbow like a soap). I love his mean-face.

And I wonder who Stain is going to go after? Will he waste his time on retiring heroes or will he go an play vigilante. 

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