#i wanna read lovefool

[selkymaiden]

so sorry again for the double ask but i feel inclined to ask for my other wife, mina.

how would mina’s relationship with each of the 🧩❓s that exist be like? who do you think she’d get on with like a house on fire 😏

Don't ever be sorry!!! Tbh they're good exercises to really think about these little idiots. Naomi you really be hittin' the good good 👌👨‍🍳 *chef's kiss*

Alright but let me say this is very hard because 🧩❓ is so... Ofc very vastly intelligent and I am not. LMAO. So it's like the author (me) is creating a character (Mina) who is very smart, or brilliant in her own way so I have to do my best in not making her look bad. Like fuck. All because I'm committed to the bit. Aka romancing fucking uhhhh puzzle face.

Because I have actually thought about the different iterations of him!

But oh my god It's so hard with comic book characters though, since theirs so many different ones. And in no way am I a 🧩❓ expert flakjwer same with 🐧 so I'm always worried what if someone see's this and they're all 🤬 but then I tell myself I'm old and I simply should not care and do what I want. Because all the rest of the old people do 😂😂😂😂

I'll start with BTAS though, as always, since I grew up with it! Oh! And I will say each Mina in each universe is for that universe, or she'd be changed a little to fit that 'Earth' as DC likes to call it. But BTAS 🧩❓ is a lot more tame, at least I think he is, compared to some of the others out there. I mean did he try to murder his old boss? Yes. But his old boss did fire him and not give him credit for everything he created so... You know... And if I pull in some of the uhhh New Animated Series and comics that go with this version of him. I think it could work. There's actually a great piece in the comics where 🧩❓ he admits he has a problem and states he needs to go back to Arkham himself. Here is an audio someone made of it, the post also has a link to the comic if you wanna read it! But it's just the self awareness and you know stop setting deathtraps Mina is obv going to be all 👀😊 Like you did it, baby! You're breaking the cycle! Because she wants to root for him and care for him and be partners! I'm so sorry I will just also say she is so cheesy! She'd love to be partners or rivals with another detective- As much as she sees the good she's doing in finding you know a missing person or helping someone out with a cheating scandal (for money) she wants to be better than anyone else that might be doing the case. So she kind of sees her job as a game and would love to have someone else to play the game with, and that to her is 🧩❓

Okay, let me just get Batman: Zero Year or Capullo 🧩❓ out of the way. It would never work. LMAO. Not in probably a million years. I myself like this version of him! But what he did is the most whack-ass shit and Mina would NOT be okay with it like ever. If he ever got out of Arkham Asylum she'd probably narc on him point blank, like lock that MF back up. I don't know if you've read Zero Year (is it part of N52? I don't know the new stuff sorry flkajwer) but he basically turned all of Gotham into an entire fucking jungle, like he destroyed everything and fucking ruined millions of lives. All for what? For what? Because only the smart should survive and shit like that??? Now if they met before he did all that when he was just a 'consultant' or strategist at Wayne Enterprises, she'd probably bang him! But it would not be a relationship and after he does what he does she'd just be... Kill this mf even if he's sexy in some insane manner. She'd probably be an antagonist to him on this Earth.

Batman 2022 ehhhhhhhhhh Imma be real, I almost barely remember him when I watched that movie. It's like my brain blocked him cuz I thought he was... I don't know. It was too realistic and I see 🧩❓more camp. But Mina in that universe again would just be 'Let's swat this man.' She'd probably be the person on his forums just heckling him and when he tries to find her IP or ANYTHING on this user (her) he can't. So it pisses him off. Basically, it would not work because she does not care for incel men. That's probably what she'd see him as. Or those people that worship or are fascinated and collect serial killer items. The only saving grace is if he had, again, self-awareness of what he was doing or acting. Because Mina in that universe would understand to change things... A lot of people in power would need to be taken out. Whether by assassination or some other means like spilling the truth. But the way he goes about it, it's just not it for her. Again she'd probably be an antagonist to him actually in that Earth.

THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY I'M SO SORRY!

UMMMMMMM SPEED RUN OTHERS!?

Young Justice - I think it would work because he's so... That version of him is so soft and goofy! Mina would probably, not be okay, but would defiantly harp on him to change professions but she wouldn't impede in what he does. Even if it's bad. Like super bad where the young justice league has taken him in before. She'd be a bystander and just the one that says: "I told you so." She's waiting for him to learn his lesson cuz how he's written is much lighter and she'd be smitten by his gappy teeth and lisp.

OH and Gotham!🧩❓ That would be interesting bc she'd probably have to watch out since 🐧 literally killed one of Ed's girlfriends. But if birb is occupied with snake then... Maybe? Again she'd be like 'lol you gotta stop killing people dude uhhhh' and would more likely want to be a rival or just outsmart him than be romantic. At first. I'm sure she'd get a crush but how Ed has been written after (accidentally) killing his first GF he's uhhhh a lil unhinged. As that whole show is but lakfjwerkl

There's like telltale!🧩❓, unburied, and uhhh omg just a lot of others and I'll be honest in most of those Earths she'd be an antagonist. She's not GCPD or a cop, but she is someone who's defiantly done cases and probably found out they were victims of his death traps. And she's just like 'wtf no!' and not be okay with it. Even if she's a bit of a hypocrite and is okay with other... murders... (her friend Sophie turning people to stone lfkajwer) But there's a line!

I saved the best for last because I love Akrham! 🧩❓ I have the most ideas for them. Well, several. Like there's a good ending and a bad ending just like a game, cuz it's fun! I will just say bad ending is probably the most likely that would happen, but bad ending is just them killing each other. And in the most mundane way, or annoying way he'd see it as. Because it would not be some elaborate death trap or puzzle that does him in, or just something complex. She shoots him. They might even shoot each other. And bleed out next to each other, very possession 1981 is how I picture it. tw blood and gore if you click links alfkjwelrk (I'm sorry I'm unwell 😔) It would be in a cool setting though! Probably in one of his lairs, or he's constructing a new death trap for Batman or even Wonder City! But good ending is always him eventually becoming a Detective, like other versions of him, so in a way, he does become redeemable. I mean originally this version of him started off working at the GCPD and wanting to expose the corruption in Gotham, he just went about it all... Bad. LMAO. Also, I love how the progression through the games you see how he goes from clean-cut to just total ratification. When Mina begins talking to him she's only seen photos of him, so when he worked GCPD and when he's in his nice green suits! but when they do get to meet in person PHEW she takes one look at his pathetic, skin and bones, wet little dumbass and is just 'I need to care for him' but also be mad bc you know he's annoying AF.

#I'M SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG. It's just cuz his character is a lil more close to my heart so i have more onions on him and my gorl #i will just say if you read tags first if you wanna see main ship version it's the very last part of the ask #damn do i tag this as them or mina?? lfakjwer #But thank you so much!!! #oc. mina #xo. lovefool #roberthouses

[bonelessghoul]

The Lion and the Snake

Summary:  “Hi! i’d like to request a Tom Riddle x Gryffindor reader please :) she’s also a pureblood but Tom and his posse loves teasing & taunting her because she’s from their rival house but nonetheless she also happens to be the only girl that doesn’t follow Tom around like a lovefool while most girls in Hogwarts do yet she it’s as if she’s immune to his good looks & charm and this annoyed the hell out of Tom, she’s also really smart and always in a competitive match to see who gets the top of the class–  Sorry ran out of wordcount, what if one day Gellert Grindelwald manages to broke into Hogwarts and he suddenly looks for her in the great hall like “Is someone with the name of y/n Peverell here?” (yes that’s the twist, she’s a Peverell descendant) and Tom is shock to find out how significant her standing actually is in the wizarding community & her 3 ancestors are rumored to be the inspiration of tale of the 3 brothers, making her the heir to deathly hallows. Thank you!”

Note: Once upon a time on a blog that was hacked but I still have access to, this little short was written. I had that blog for like 10 years so I kinda scroll through it and read through my old stuff sometimes and this was one I wanted to bring back! hope it picks up among you all as it did long ago. This was requested by @ queenofmankind so I don’t wanna blow up their @ til they reach back out to me bc idek if they remember this request :D 

Part Two

December 1943, Hogwarts 

A mahogany red scarf with evenly placed golden stripes and the hint of crimson in your long robe was enough to set you from the crowd like a lion in a room of snakes. Not only do they not belong together, but one boldly and obnoxiously stands out more than the others. Well, perhaps it depends on what one would fear the most.

That was how YN felt in her sixth year Potions class.

Sitting straight in your seat, you ignored the pesky glares of the Slytherin boys that surrounded you, murmuring about you and a few other Ravenclaws nearby.  There was one particular look you were concerned about though and it was right next you on the face of the very famous Tom Riddle.

This was not for lust but instead, a strongly embedded competition between the two of you since you stepped foot in Hogwarts. 

Both of you were among the smartest in the school, every other month replacing each other at the top when it came to who brought in the most house points with their immaculate reports. But there was nothing more to your relationship with him than mere academic rivalry. 

Riddle revolted you, unlike the rest of the girls in the school who fell at his feet. Even the boys and the professors did.

Tom was ghastly, but undeniably sat tall with a strong face that was dare you even say chiseled in the slightest. Every movement he made was so sleek like it had been rehearsed or perhaps he was an animagus as a black cat. Either way, it was suspicious. Even the way his hair curled at the top subtly falling over his forehead seemed way too perfect.

What unnerved you the most was his little following.

Upon return for your sixth year you could not help but notice the little band of misfits seeming all the more exclusive this year. They were the same loud and rambunctious boys you grew up fighting (well, it was more so being bullied and tormented by Malfoy and Rosier) but there were more whispers than laughs in the past few months.

“Today, we will review the Draught of Living Death. I like to give this as testament to what you all have learned before the winter holidays.” announced Professor Slughorn.

“Sounds a lot like you.” you whispered towards Tom, grinning smugly to yourself.

Tom inhaled through his nose. “Watch your tongue or I’ll put it in your wretched orange juice at breakfast.”

“What is your problem with orange juice?”

That was how most classes went. Occasionally, the two of you would laugh at the others wit and that’s how the other knew they had won for the moment before the next battle struck again. You would have taken it as friendly banter when you two were alone, however, Malfoy and others followed him like leeches and they were more harsh.

Professor Slughorn rambled on. 

Of course, the two of you already studied excessively for this the night before.

“I don’t have a problem with it, I just don’t understand how you don’t get sick of it every morning.” Tom muttered, rolling his eyes. “Regardless, I do hope you enjoy finishing after me.”

“That’s assuming you could even brew it in the first place considering your failure with the love potion two weeks ago.” you scoffed.

But there were times of pure frustration in the heat of a race of who could get theirs done first that made you want to hex him to death. Within not even ten minutes, the two of you had your sleeves rolled up, eyes strained on the task before you, moving like mirror images as you sped through the lesson and already far ahead of everyone else. But there was a draw. With the two of you side by side and the other Slytherin boys around your table, you all struggled with the Sopophorous bean.

Most people had either given up or nearly blew their faces off at this rate.

“Bloody hell, YN, if that comes near me one more time I’m dumping your head in this damn cauldron!” Abraxas seethed, dodging the bean that had flung from under her blade.

She winced slightly as she reached for another one.

“Aw don’t threaten her mate, she’ll cry again until we lose house points.” said Dolohov from beside him.

You glared, now suddenly positioning the bean and your knife so that when you pressed down it went directly into his direction. Tom watched idly with amusement as the boys around her erupted into laughter. 

Except, it went in the completely wrong direction and hit Tom in the face.

“Oh, shit…”you quipped, suddenly holding your breath as you tensed up to the equivalent of a stone wall, trying to stifle a laugh while his friends nearly fell from their seats.

The laughter ceased and when he abruptly turned towards you with a grimace, your entire body flinched away like it knew he were a monster ready to pounce. But you were left staring while your blood pulsed, watching as his face ran through several emotions before you calmed.

“You’ll regret that later, Peverell.” Tom snapped, throwing the stupid little bean back at her without even looking.

With ease, you caught it. Being a Quidditch player gave you some qualities you were glad to have.

You didn’t say a word after that.

It seems that class would end in a draw today.

~

Later that evening, a Hogsmeade trip was taking place.

It was the last one of the year so you and your friends gathered quickly for it.

Tom and the boys, the Knights of Walpurgis in particular you overhead one day, idly stood by at one of the corners as all the holiday hustle and bustle rampantly took over the cobblestone streets. Music played in the distance, lights were strung everywhere you looked, and occasionally a highly decorated Christmas tree larger than life filled where there was space for it.

But aside all the obstructive scenery, Tom’s eyes lingered on YN.

YN lived for the evenings out where she could dress in a nice skirt and sweater, running around with her friends to grab all the sweet holiday treats. They were looking for dresses in particular this evening for the Winter Ball the Headmaster allowed despite this war ravaging times. It was taking its toll on everyone, but it was a nice celebration considering most people were staying at the school.

Adis and Margot, your two best friend stood by you as you tried on several different dresses. Adis was in Ravenclaw and Margot was in your own house. 

But house differences aside, all of you were clearly growing frustrated with the stress of shopping and you believed nothing feeling right on you. To make it worse, the moment you found one you were pulled away from the allure of it when several boys knocked on the shop window and began shouting insults your way.

Of course, it was them.

As much as your blood boiled, your heart seemed to tighten as well at how personal this attack felt.

They really knew how to poke and prod the right places.

“Don’t listen to them, YN.” Margot said, giving them the finger as she shut the curtains.

Tears stung your eyes as you looked at your reflection. You had no idea what made you so stressed lately. Normally, you were always so composed when it came to them. But after going through a dozen dresses on an empty stomach, you were bound for frustration.

“Yeah, they’re just jealous you’re prettier than the other pigs of Slytherin.”

Snickering, you then sniffled and rubbed your eyes, rubbing away some sleepiness as well.

“Tom was probably behind it. They follow everything he does.”

The girls glanced at each other and back at you as you finally regained yourself from that stressful moment, taking a seat upon the velvet cushions by the dressing rooms.

“No way. Tom adores you more than any of the girls that fall to their knees for him.” Margot chuckled.

Leaning back, you nearly laughed with disgust. The mere thought of it made you wriggle in your own skin like you had touched something slimy. 

“I’m sure if he did it was merely a tactic of his to distract me or use me in some way. I’m his only competition here. There is nothing but twisted motives behind whatever he does. Plus, I hardly noticed anyway.”

“Suit yourself.” The girls said at the same time, shrugging as you shook your head at them.

When the time came to pick a dress that you gratefully found, there was only enough time to grab some food before returning back to Hogwarts. Knowing your father loved some of the treats from the candy shop, you told the others you would catch up with them while you ran in.

New rules had been put in place with Grindelwald reigning terror on your world. It was a miracle this place was even open. After picking up a bag of sweets from, you walked out to catch up with the girls.

But to no avail, you managed to walk straight into the back of someone else while your eyes searched for the girls.

“Oh, I’m sorry—oh, it’s just you.” You frowned, watching as Tom Riddle turned around to meet your eyes.

That brief moment you two met each other’s eyes, there was a split second of adoration that nearly pulled you in. They were strikingly green. Everything about his face struck you deep in your chest where knots were forming as you spoke. You were especially flustered when you remembered the conversation with Adis and Margot earlier. 

But taking a deep breath, you hurried around him.

“Wait!” he said urgently, catching your elbow.

Grinning without an ounce of humor, you spun back and threateningly looked up at the boy.

“Let go of my elbow or I’ll scream.”

Tom’s face mirrored yours and his eyes didn’t leave you as he released his hand, that touch alone leaving a cold space.

“What do you want? Still mad about earlier?” you scowled, walking ahead of him when you noticed the crowd of students were far ahead of you two. “It is quite a concern of mine that we’re about to take the trail back through the forest while all the students are out of earshot.”

The forest was filled with a strong chill enough to silence the air around you, only able to hear the sound of Tom’s footsteps catching up with yours. You knew it would snow soon, piling another layer upon the blanket of white that covered the ground around you. With the sun setting, mere remnants of pinks and orange guided your way, lighting the shimmering snow as the night was coming on the other side and here you were, walking in the middle of it with Tom Riddle.

“Why did you flinch earlier?” he asked.

Your face scrunched up. “I don’t know? Perhaps because we used to fight in our first year and I was half expecting you to hit my head with a book? I wouldn’t have put it against you not to.”

When you looked over at him, his eyes were straight ahead. He never failed to keep his chin up and you rolled your eyes, wondering how he could hold himself to such a standard even when it was just the two of you. It’s not that you felt comfortable with him but there was a weird common ground that was shared with your rival.

“You were scared?” he asked again, more pressing this time.

“As if.” you scoffed.

“I was just a bit surprised, thinking you had done it on purpose.”

Raising your brows, you looked at him. “Why would I want to bother you on purpose? Well, I do that every day. But not to that extent.”

Tom grinned. “Well like any other girl at this awful place, they think taunting me is the best way to get my attention and I merely assumed you were following their tactics.”

Even you had to laugh out loud when those words came from his mouth.

 “Please, spare me! I never thought you could make me laugh but you are absolutely a joke. You think I’d ever think of you that way? The person I literally hate the most?”

Tom shrugged, seeming all too confident for someone who just completely shattered the expectations he had for your response. Inside, he was writhing. Your laughter had once been a mere nuisance, one you could tolerate and sometimes even be relieved to hear but now, it had made his blood boil. You two continued in silence for a moment.

But he couldn’t believe you were being a hundred percent honest. Tom had no idea where the question came from, but his mind worked too fast for him to catch up on, and now he regretted it, knowing it was a foolish question anyway.

“I refuse to ever adore you, let alone the ground you walk on like everyone else here does, Riddle. I had my moments where I thought we could be friends. It amazes me how I can see right through this little façade you put up. You are the loneliest person I know for someone who has the whole school chasing after you.”

“Lonely?” he chuckled darkly, narrowing his eyes at her. “You think you know me because you’re not blinded by some infatuation?”

Shrugging, your mind wandered to your earlier years when you had almost been caught up like everyone else. But you knew your drive to be better than him would always win.

“That’s exactly what I think.”

The school was nearing up ahead. It pained you to think you would miss this conversation. This only happened once or twice a semester with you two outside the classroom banter.

“Then why bother fighting me, YN? If not for a silly crush, then for what?”

Tom was angry and he didn’t know why. He should have never opened his mouth and pretended like he could care less of your presence. But the way you flinched at him today left him reeling, wanting to know more about why your mind worked the way it did. How could you have been so briefly terrified by him and not even know what he has done in the past year? What made her so pesky and defensive all the time if she had no clue what he has been building for himself?

“Believe it or not, Tom, I don’t have to have feelings for you to enjoy the never ending competition we have.”

Ah, so you were as clueless as he presumed.

A pureblood with no interest him or his horcruxes or pursuit of the dark arts. Just a pawn. Barely even that.

“Why did you even have to ask that tonight? I thought you’d send your boys to laugh at me as I picked a dress in the shop and be done?”

Tom’s head whipped towards her. “They what?”

You chuckled grimly, shaking your head at him. “Never mind.”

To your relief, the school’s warmth was already touching the tip of your nose. You were feeling suffocated by his questions. Conflicted at your own stirring chest, you quickened your pace.

“Let’s pretend we never had this conversation, Tom. If you were trying to drive me away and dim down whatever friendship we had to some stupid crush so you could painfully reject me, you failed miserably.”

Once you were inside, Tom was left standing there, lips slightly parted open as he stared in your direction. Even after you walked away, the coldness consumed him, numbing whatever thoughts he had tonight and wishing to forget them. He was hoping it could be something pathetic so he could discard you, getting you off his mind for good. But Tom realized that was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

YN was never going to be ridded of his thoughts.

~

One Week Later

The Gryffindor common room could be heard from your chambers where you remain alone in the strong candlelight, staring at yourself in the mirror.

For the Winter Ball, most girls would wear dresses the represented their houses colors. It was tradition. But when your eyes fell on this dress in Hogsmeade last week, you knew you would escape your stiff mind with the message it would send for it was no color at all. The white, sleeveless gown fell to your feet, sticking close to your body while a lighter piece of fabric of the same design bellowed out behind you from your shoulders. It was hardly white, more ash, with little intricate designs of vines and branches all tangled in one with shimmering little details in between.

The very idea of sticking out with your attire at such a highly anticipated night made you sick to your stomach and you hadn’t stopped fidgeting all day, ready to start dry heaving over the sinks. 

“YN, are you almost—!” Margot shouted, rushing into the room with another friend of yours, Ada.

Your eyes met theirs through the reflection, and the girls jaws nearly hit the floor.

“That is beautiful.” Adis gasped.

Once more, you began poking at your hair which was tucked back in a bun with stray pieces falling in front of your face and they rushed over to swat at your hands. The makeup on your face suddenly felt heavy. 

“I don’t think I want to go anymore.” You groaned, turning to face them now.

The two girls wore dresses of the same deep crimson color, nearly matching in style as well. It was often the three of you that would attempt at matching but it was clear this night was not the case and it made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

“Why? Afraid the school is going to see you shine in something other than a school or Quidditch uniform?” Ada chuckled, still ogling at you in the mirror.

Smiling, you shook your head, looking down at the sheer fabric that covered your arms and the silver décor it sported. At first, you truly had never felt more beautiful. But the more you thought of it the more your mind wandered to all the possibilities of what could go wrong. Every nerve in your body tensed at the idea of walking down the steps towards the Great Hall alone.

“I promise you, YN, you will turn heads for all the good reasons.” Margot said, taking your arm, followed by Ada who linked yours with hers.

“And we won’t let you fall!”

Laughing your stomach knots away, you allowed your friends to drag you through the common room. Already you were receiving appraisal from the people in your house and when you had your larger group of friends walking with you, it made you ease up instantly. The humor and charisma of the Gryffindor house was unmatched and you were extremely relieved to have it.

You had a great support of friends in this house, especially because of how involved you were, and to say the least, everyone was astonished at your gown. 

But a wall came crashing down when you reached the grand staircase leading down to the open floor just before the Great Hall’s entrance. Every voice became clear and every mingling face did too as they glanced up at the Gryffindor crowd as they descended the stairs.

In a sea of red, your cheeks were beginning to match it as you strolled down behind the group of friends in your ashy white gown. Falling behind was a mistake, and now, you just kept your eyes on the next step in front of you.

“Just breathe, YN.” You heard one of your friends say through the ringing of your ears.

Instead of doing that, your hand slid down the stone railing while the other lifted the front of your dress a few inches. Breathing became impossible when you made eye contact with the shadow in the corner of the room that was Tom Riddle.

You cursed under your breath, hating that he was the first one your eyes fell upon.

The boy had ben standing there among his loyal followers and their dates, knowing this night was a small celebration for themselves as well as the entire school. 

Having made a horcrux already and on the quest for another, Tom was willing to allow himself to pause one night. The endless nights reading and searching for more could be at ease. That didn’t mean his thoughts weren’t racing constantly with all that came with his aspirations.

He thought it would be impossible to let them cease until the group before him started murmuring and turning their heads towards the stairs.

Tom, his face void of any interest, had followed their gazes and immediately spotted YN.

The moment he hesitated, the very moment his chest tightened he realized he was unwell, and just as he caught his lips turning upward, Tom had reeled himself back into a painful reality, quickly turning his head away. It nearly took the breath out of him and he was heated to allow it to happen in the first place.

When you saw his head immediately turn away, your heart sunk, The day you felt disappointed from Tom Riddle not looking your way, you were sure hell would freeze over. But here you were, forced to walk into the Great Hall like nothing had even happened.

At least the sight of it was enough to take your mind off of your troubled emotions. It was a winter wonderland in its purest form with snowflakes trickling down from the cloudy ceiling. Three Christmas trees that were as tall as the gaping windows stood at the front of the room, frosted and covered in ornaments the size of your head. All of the floor and walls were covered in an icy white color, making it feel like you weren’t even in Hogwarts anymore.

The feast arrived and once you had something in your stomach, you could ignore the fleeting glances you and Tom had shared since you walked in.

They were keeping your cheeks flushed at least.

Headmaster Dippet made his short and sweet introduction before all the students and professors mingled on the dance floor. Live music played and your friends dragged you to dance even if your dress had taken up too much space. But the more you did so, the more lighthearted you became in your movements and quite literally undid the stiff person you felt you were.

Of course, the Quidditch captain Daniel and other boys from the team snuck in flasks of firewhisky so it surely helped ease your nerves.

Other students from different houses and even some of your teachers complimented you to your surprise.

But when the music slowed, you watched all of your friends pair up to your dismay, immediately sinking your shoulders. Adis, Margot, and Ana were nowhere to be found as your head turned like a swivel.

“Hurry, join in!” Margot chuckled, waving you to step in with her and her date from the Quidditch team.

You opened your mouth to protest, ready to rest your feet and take a seat at the table, but a finger had tapped your bare shoulder, causing you to spin back around, facing the last person you would think to see in this moment.

“Need a partner?” Tom Riddle asked.

The words were caught in your throat, foolishly standing there with your lips slightly parted as you tried to comprehend his offer.

“Unless you would like to sit down?”

“N-no. I would love to dance.” You stammered, watching his lips curve.

Your heart began hammering against your chest when you stepped closer to the boy, a knight clad in his black and shining armor that enamored you once you were too close to it. There was no stepping back when his hand grabbed yours and the other rested on the small of your back. The ability to breathe slipped through your mind as you stared up at him, looking down at you like he had won.

“Of all the girls in this room that probably want to murder me now, you choose to dance with me?”

Tom shrugged slightly, seemingly guiding you with ease while you nearly stumbled.

“Afraid to dance with me, YN?”

While your nerves were shot, you couldn’t help but mirror the subtle grin on his lips.

“I’m not afraid of anything, Tom Riddle. Part of me believes you’re dancing with me so that, in fact, these girls could murder me.”

Something turned his grin wider and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe the only person to ever to be my academic match just may be the only suitable dance partner as well.”

With the last conversation you two had, you didn’t expect this to go so easy with him now. You didn’t dare bring it up and ruin this brief moment of common ground you two stood on. When you looked up at him there was only him and not even the stares burning into the back of your head mattered.

“And shortly when we return from the holidays, we will be back to the competition just like that.” You mused.

“Just like that.”

A million questions wandered through your mind. If only you could know what was going on in his.

For the first time it seemed, you wore a genuine smile on your face when you looked up at him. Even Tom, who had too been alone, wondered what it was about tonight that made him act so out of character. He would have gladly hung in the corner of the room, but the moment he saw her alone, something rash had unleashed inside him.

It seemed his thoughts were visible to you, because while you tried to look anywhere else as his gentle touch paralyzed you, you couldn’t help but notice his quizzical face.

“I hope you’re not having second thoughts, Riddle.” you chuckled, one misstep away from his toes and one away from letting the firewhisky talk.

“I was thinking about when I trip you and make a run for it.” he mused, his eyes drifting up to the ceiling.

“That’s nicer than what I imagined.”

The numbing comfort it brought was fading, and your skin begin to feel every inch of fabric to an annoying degree. You constantly chastised yourself for your sheer awkwardness and you knew that this dance was only making it worse despite how much you secretly enjoyed it.

“So, are you staying here for the winter holidays? I know Professor Dumbledore made an announcement the other day saying students were welcome to stay. I considered it.” you rambled on.

Something in his demeanor changed at the mention of the holidays though.

“Yes, I will be staying here.” he had said briskly, the sudden change making you sink internally.

“I’m sure it’ll be a thrill to stay here without the worry of studying for a couple weeks. I know I’m relieved.” you tried to tease. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re not going home?” 

You shrugged, pondering the decision still with a few days left to make it. 

“My family probably won’t be home to be quite honest. I still have a few days to make up my mind. I would simply like to get through tonight first.”

“Oh, something bothering you, Peverell?” Tom asking mockingly.

Suddenly, he had leaned back to twirl you under his arm and the breath had simply left your lungs as he pulled you back in, an unwavering and almost goofy smile on your lips. You laughed at him, knowing very well he knew the right buttons to poke.

But the second you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of glass shattering from all angles had filled the room and there was a split moment of silence before the sound of startled screams filled in for the music that abruptly stopped. Instantly, you ducked ever so slightly, watching as the room dimmed and glass flew with the cold air that rushed in. 

As if you weren’t frazzled enough, something kicked in when you looked at Tom.

“What is going on?” you asked to yourself, scanning the room for your friends.

But everyone was whizzing by and you backed into Tom as your head began spinning. With the chandeliers extinguished of their light, you had squeezed his hand as the moving crowd had pulled you two into the same direction.

One of the professors had called out a spell, lighting the chandeliers once more and someone was trying to order everyone to an exit.

Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall opened faster than you’ve ever seen them move in years and not a single soul moved. Standing on your heels, you tried to peak your head over the crowd of students that started backing away and worriedly looked up at Tom whose eyes were slightly widened now. Glancing back, you finally caught sight of a white haired man and your blood immediately ran cold.

Gellert Grindelwald entered the room and as did two aids of his all dressed darkly, wands pointed at the crowd of students even as the Professors all came to their defense at the front.

You wanted to be with your friends. You wanted to hold them knowing very well this might be the last time you see them and yet, that fear could not be felt now as you had gone entirely numb. The only thing you had was Tom’s hand still gripped in yours.

“How lovely!” Grindelwald boasted. “A welcoming party just for me?”

“You are not welcomed here, Grindelwald.” You heard a voice boom back.

Was that Professor Dumbledore?

The professor stepped forward, just yards away from Grindelwald. 

People around you whispered the horrific things about him. His rise to power was almost insurmountable with his pure blood motivated agendas.

“I was only visiting. I don’t wish to harm the little brainwashed minions you have called your students. Hogwarts has done that enough, brainwashing them to believe they are safe from the world around them.” He chuckled darkly, immediately straightening his face only a second after.

Tilting your head, you couldn’t help but be curious to see the most dangerous man in the world standing before you with his quirky character. He seemed more like a jester than a monster. It didn’t seem real.

“What business do you have here?” the Headmaster demanded.

“Is there someone of the name YN Peverell here?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the moment Gellert Grindelwald called out your name. Your knees nearly buckled beneath you when heads started turning towards you. The room had gone so silent that in the midst of it all, your heart was like a drum. The few people who met your eyes you wanted to burn, not wanting to be seen or heard, shaking your head as tears swelled in your eyes.

But it was your fault the moment you shuffled back, colliding with Tom Riddle who was frozen like a wall.

“Oh, that wasn’t so difficult.” said Grindelwald.

Before you knew it, your body was not your own and you yelped as you were pulled forward by an invisible force. The students you had surrounded yourself with were no longer around you, leaving you cold and exposed as your unmoving body was now just a few feet away from the Gellert Grindelwald.

“Leave her be, Gellert!” shouted Dumbledore. 

The tears you had no control over streamed down your cheek. You were terrified, staring into the piercing blue eyes of a monster who was looking at you like prey.

“Are those your friends?” he asked, tilting his head, then looking at them. “I hardly think they are given how quick they were to give your identity away.”

Shutting your eyes was the only thing you could do. Before you knew it though, a force had pried them open and you let out a soft whimper.

“You see, I do not wish to harm her for she is more valuable than even you know, Albus.” Gellert said, walking around you now. “I have been quite interested in her family for some time, but they weren’t the easiest people to find so I figured their youngest daughter would be a place to start.”

No matter how much you tried to move, you didn’t budge. More tears streamed down your face and the only thing you could control was your breathing. If your lessons had taught you one thing, it was to keep a clear mind and steady breath. If all else had failed, listen to yourself.

But how could you? What did he want with your family, let alone you?

“Gellert, you let her go. Now.” Dumbledore said, his voice unwaveringly terrifying.

“The name Peverell has been a name I thought did not exist anymore, but here we are.” He announced, throwing his hands in the air. “She is the sole connection to the Deathly Hallows, therefore, I cannot simply just let her go. Surely you understand?”

Your brows furrowed.

That stupid children’s book? Your mind raced back and forth, wondering how that was even possible. With how old that story was, it would be impossible to even figure out how your last name somehow matched the that of the three brothers.

But your memories betrayed you when you thought of all the times your parents read it to you as a child.

There was something there, something that you knew was important but couldn’t quite remember just yet. It was hard to think past your body being paralyzed and your heart in a frenzy.

“She’s just a child, she has nothing to do with such a thing!” one of the female professors pleaded.

“On the contrary, she does.”

“Well I’m afraid there is no time to figure it out.” Dumbledore threatened, withdrawing his wand.

Grindewald glanced back for a brief moment, and with the wave of his hand, your body was free to move but you were tossed aside in the air, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut as you tumbled to the glass covered ground. As you rolled, your body was scratched but your blood rushed so quickly you couldn’t be bothered by the stinging. You tried to gather yourself, watching as a powerful rush of lights passed between the Professors and Grindelwald’s gang.

With the tables just behind you, you glanced at your friends who were all being ushered away in your direction yet they were not close enough to you. Looking at the fight that ensued before your eyes, filling in for the lights that had previously disappeared, you started inching back towards the tables for cover.

“Ah ah ah!” Grindelwald cynically laughed, waving his finger at you. “You’re not going anywhere, Peverell.”

For some reason, you thought you could escape and the second you jumped to your feet to make a run for it, you heard the words, “Crucio!”

A synchronous gasp came from everyone around him when Grindelwald shouted those words though and Tom nearly sprung forward towards you. But like everyone else, he stood there in shock.

It didn’t register. There was no time to even think as your entire body was consumed by a white hot pain that ripped through every little vein in your body. You dropped as quickly as you stood, so submerged in pain you could not breathe let alone scream as you began trembling, writhing away as if you could escape the unsurmountable burning that tore through you. But when you finally released your breath, a scream so bone chilling escaped your lips and you didn’t even hear it as your ears rung from the feeling itself.

Tom Riddle had never been so caught off guard in his life. He had never felt so moved by anything until he heard your scream. He had tried to push forward, but the professors were pushing back, getting everyone to safety.

A synchronous gasp came from everyone around him when Grindelwald shouted those words though and Tom nearly sprung forward towards you. But like everyone else, he stood there in shock.

“Cease your fire and I will let the girl go. But be warned, she will not be safe from me.” The white haired devil announced.

Every professor ceased their movement and Grindelwald released his hold on you.

Even when he did though, just that short minute of time your body experienced such trauma, you were sobbing as you still felt it streaming in your blood. Your vision went blurry as you rolled over, feeling your stomach churn as you stared at Grindelwald in the moonlight. As your ability to think returned, you wondered when you would be dead already.

Instead, he disappeared and you could finally breathe again but instead, you quickly fell to the exhaustion.

Grindelwald left, apparating through the windows into the night, leaving an eerie silence in the Great Hall.

Everyone rushed over to you but Tom Riddle stood by still reeling from the scene that unfolded before him. Abraxas remained at his side, looking quite horrified actually.

“YN bloody Peverell.” Malfoy said in awe. “I thought that whole lineage stuff was a myth.”

Tom’s eyes could not be broken from your sight. He was compelled to follow, but he stood his ground, knowing his impulses were getting the best of him too much already tonight. Another student picked your body up and he narrowed his eyes, watching as you were carried away.

“It seems we are among probably the most important Pureblood in the world now.” Tom observed. “And Grindelwald won’t stop til he has her.” 

In a moment where possibilities should be surging through his mind now though, all Riddle could think of was finding you because there was something about you no longer being in his sight anymore that made his chest tighten. That alone made him want to destroy the entire room.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #voldermort #voldemort x reader

[rrenzwrld]

lovefool

an original story w original characters and a semi-original plot

it’s in episodes bc i wanna be different and yes characters are black bc i’m black (except one but he 50/50 so we gonna let it slide)

just something i write in the notes when i’m bored and i enjoy reading it (yes i enjoy reading my own stuff when i’m bored it’s okay). and if you wanna know more about the characters, lemme know! (even tho i doubt anyone will see this so i’m just posting this to make myself feel good)

episode 1

chy’anne

“girl you have to come to the game with us tonight,” i rolled my eyes. “please~? my sister will pick us up and drop us off.”

“and why? you know i don’t care about no fuckin football.” never have, never will. what was special about this particular game, i didn’t know until my best friend was happy enough to remind me.

“okay but, you know who plays~” laila sang in my ear. i smiled as i thought about the only reason i would even think to attend a game. andreas andino. that man was fine outta his mind. it’s a shame my crush on him for the past 6 years did me no good. i bet he’s never even thought about talking to me. but in his defense, i’ve never thought about talking to him either. it wasn’t like we were complete strangers. we’ve been going to school together since elementary i just never had the guts to talk to him because he’s always been in that circle and i’m not.

“see? we should go for the one time. just for him.” it wouldn’t be so bad if the only reason was to see him. i didn’t really care about the other stuff.

“i’ll go but i don’t have shit to wear.” laila stood up from my bed and walked to my closet.

“oh, baby. we can fix that.”

once she found something appropriate for me to wear, i took my braids out the bun and put on my glasses for the night.

when we got there, the stands were packed full as if everyone thought they were watching a nfl football game. i heard our team was good, but i didn’t know how good.

“damn this bitch more packed than a mothafucker,” laila commented as we looked around for open seats. when we spotted two of our other friends, nashae and namir up high in the stands. we made our way up and scooted in next to them

“we see you brought the hermit.” namir commented. i rolled my eyes.

“she only here because she wants to see—“

“andino~” the three of them sang like little cupids.

“all of yall can go to hell.” they snickered at my reaction.

“don’t worry, you didn’t miss too much of the show. just starting second quarter.”

“your man been hittin some touchdowns, girl.” nashae squealed.

i sat up to see if i could recognize him out on the field. “what number is he?”

“twenty.” namir smirked. and there i saw him. running the ball with his long light brown hair sticking out the helmet he wore. i didn’t know anything at all about what he was doing, but i could watch him do it all day.

“aw hell.. we lost her.”

“earth to chy’anne.” laila started snapping her fingers in my face.

“huh..” i turned to her.

“i’m going to the concession stand, you want something?” she asked as she stood up and began to walk down.

“y-yeah, but i’m comin with you.” i followed her down the stands and to the concession stand.

after we grabbed some chips and sodas, we sat back down to watch the game. the game lasted about another two hours before it was nearing the end and people were starting to get up to leave to beat traffic.

“we leavin yall?” nashae stood up and asked all of us.

“yeah we can go. you ready to go, chy?” i wasn’t ready to go. i kinda wanted to see if i could talk to andreas before i left but i wasn’t sure if that was possible or not.

“nah she wanna stay and see her man~” nashae smiled as namir stood up with their stuff. we all stood up and we’re at the the bottom of the stands by the gate now.

“well i’m her ride so, bye yall~” nashae and namir said their goodbyes to laila and i before we waited around by the gate for the players to come out. almost everyone had left by this point. after they did their team stuff, andreas actually started to walk over to the gate where we were. he was still in his uniform pants but the only difference was that he took his shirt and helmet off. so he was walking over to us with a white tank top and his uniform pants. but his hair, my god his hair! it was all over the place because of the helmet but it was beautifully brown and bushy, like a lion’s mane and it touched the midsection of his back.

“girl how long we gon be—“

“he comin…over here. he really comin over here.”

“don’t do no stupid shit.” laila quickly whispered to me before he completely faced us from the other side of the gate.

“hey, chy’anne?” oh my fuck, he spoke to me.

“h-hey, andino— i mean, andreas. i’m sorry.” i could hear laila mentally face palm herself behind me.

“you can call me andino, it’s fine. people do it all the time.” he smiled with all his pretty white teeth and his pretty little dimples to match. “anyways, you waiting for someone?”

laila came from behind me. “she was waitin for you, pretty boy.” i guessed this was her version of moving things along because i definitely was not doing the best at that right now.

andreas looked at me with raised brows. “oh? ‘that so?” he looked at me inquisitively with those chocolately brown eyes.

“came to the game just for her andino~” she really did not just do that?

he laughed. “really?” i felt so embarrassed. crawling into a hole and going to sleep or something sounded real good right about now…

“she’ll tell you all about it. listen, chy i’m gonna be in the car when you’re ready. bye~” she left me alone with andreas after doing that, knowing i didn’t really know how to talk to him without tripping over my own tongue.

“andino~” he mocked before laughing again.

“are you mocking me?” he started walking along the gate and i started walking too.

“no, no. i think it’s kinda…” he jumped over to the other side. “kinda cute, actually.”

“really?” he thinks i’m cute?

“yeah. i actually didn’t expect you to come tonight.”

“yeah normally i’m at home but laila wanted me to come so..”

he scoffed. “sure.” everytime i’m near him, i forget how freakishly tall and big he is. the width of one of his arms was the size of my head.

“you, uh, look nice tonight, by the way.” was he really paying attention to me that hard?

“aww really?” i knew he didn’t really care about how i looked and it was just something to talk about.

“yeah, actually. you always look good.” i rolled my eyes. “if you think i’m bullshittin you, i’m not.” must’ve read my mind.

all i could do was hum, i didn’t know how to talk to him beyond this point and i was getting sleepy and it was getting late.

“can i give you my number? unless you already have it..” i took out my phone and looked through it.

“i don’t.”

we exchanged numbers and he ended up walking me to laila’s sister’s car.

“i’ll try to text you tomorrow.”

“why? you need something?” he looked at me like i did something wrong.

“no i just, just wanna talk to you.” he talked to me in that low rasp and i almost fell out right there. i wasn’t used to people texting me if they didn’t want help with work or something.

“o-okay.. goodnight, andino.”

he laughed. “goodnight, chy’anne.” he told me before i got into the car and we drove on.

“you did it again.”

“goddamnnit..” i whispered to myself.

#original content #original stuff #original story #notafanfic #lovefool—rrenzwrld #basically for myself but y’all can read too #love #high school #relationship

[elliesfern]

bird cage spoilers ahead

i have something a little special in relation to the new chapter!

i put together the cd mixtape that ellie & reader listen to, just for fun. just in case you wanna listen while you read <3

i imagine joel found the cd in someone’s abandoned house and thought ellie could listen to it on her cd player. and that the playlist belonged to a couple who had been together for 10+ years. “for my love” would be written in marker on the disc with a bunch of little hearts, and all the songs consisted of all their favourite songs together from the time they had been a couple.

cd mixtape

track 1. lovefool - the cardigans

track 2. kiss me - sixpence none the richer

track 3. just like heaven - katie melua *

track 4. yellow - coldplay

track 5. wonderwall - oasis

track 6. fade into you - mazzy star

track 7. ordinary world - duran duran

track 8. iris - the goo goo dolls

track 9. i’ll be - edwin mccain

track 10. here without you - three doors down

#bird cage #ellie x reader

[citrustan]

Okay, I reread Lovefool again to refresh my memory (btw, I love your writing, I get in my feels so much when I read Lovefool), and OC was trying to communicate with JK about the trip, and Yuna said “you’d be nagging him too much” or something along those lines, and Jungkook just went “Yeah, babe. You wouldn’t like it” like um? Why did JK have to agree with the nagging, omg I hope he addresses this with an apology to OC when they talk in Ch 6😭 and also another thing from Ch 1 that I completely forgot, JUNGKOOK LITERALLY GOT A TATTOO THAT YUNA DESIGNED ON HIS ARM?! Before he showed them, “his smile briefly falters” bc he saw OC was uncomfortable, then showed said tattoo, Yuna was “honored” it was her design, and then JK doesn’t notice how bad OC felt when she said “It was lovely,” like…..he literally has Yuna’s permanent mark on him, like will this be addressed to? 😭 my heart is totally breaking for oc bc I completely understand her feeling like she’s second in her own love story 😢

But all this aside, please take your time with Ch 6!! I can’t wait to read it, and when it comes out, I’m reading it from start to finish to feel all the feels again bc you’re writing is that good! (Also more Sana and OC friendship bc their convo they had was so sweet even tho OC accidentally walked in, lol! I wanna see Taehyung and OC friendship too, but I really like Sana and OC, and how OC noticed Sana’s been there for her quietly, and even though Sana was getting it on with her date, she literally wanted to check up on OC, I really loved their building friendship!💖)

thank you :3

also yeah you're right JK definitely struggled/neglected with prioritizing the various characters in his life and it affected OC negatively.

honestly the tattoo thing would've be all good if Yuna wasn't an asshole to OC, also is it possible JK thought OC was upset in general bec of Yuna interrupting their time together?

Taehyung x OC and Sana x OC is something I'll definitely develop on in the drabbles! all platonic ofc!

thanks for reaching out :]

#anon #fic: lovefool

[sostrangerous]

what is your favourite mahae fics?

i don't read a lot of mahae but this one makes me so horny i wanna throw up

goatmeal and mycoplasma phocacerebrale by this author are also really good

#ask

[channoticedmeuwu]

I wanna write metanoia so bad rn but religious study <///3

#cMOOOOOn #i wanna read lovefool #so bad #:(( #i wanna write a dreamies reaction so bad too #uvhhHHHHH #hfjdhf #kai's study log

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Lovefool - Draco Malfoy

A/N: ahhhhh I can’t believe this finally happened! this was one of the favorites when I posted my previews so I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you like it! also, it’s pretty long, sorry xD it just turned out that way

Request -  Anonymous asked: hey, can you do draco x reader when y/n desperately in love with draco annoying him everyday to get his attention basically begging him to love her back and when draco had enough he told her to stop fancying him because draco want to date another girl and y/n always get in the way and his words enough to shut her up and finally leave him alone like he ask but draco started to regret it and miss y/n he forgot the girl he fancied and start thinking about y/n a lot and get jealous when you get close to another boy so before its too late draco apologize and want to make her his also can you make it angst and a bit smutty when he get jealous please or whatever you wanna do, thankyou so much if you do this one i'd appreaciate it❤❤

Warnings: Draco being an asshole

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter; gif isn’t mine :D

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Lovefool

Love me love me, say that you love me Fool me fool me, go on and fool me

You sighed dreamily as you looked at Draco. You had been in love with him for so long, you couldn’t even remember when it started. The only problem was, nothing seemed to work. No matter how hard you tried, you were never able to get his attention. You had always tried to take the same classes he did, you read the books he did, you knew everything about him. You didn’t want to come off as a stalker but you were a very observant person and you knew so much about Draco, you knew that you two should be together. But no matter how hard you tried, he only seemed to get more annoyed with you. But now, as you looked at your fourth failed Potions test, and Professor Snape advised you to ask Draco to tutor you, an opportunity was presenting itself and you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. You happily walked over to where Draco was. Your heart broke a little when you saw him talking to Astoria Greengrass. You saw the smile on his face and you wished nothing more but for that smile to be directed towards you. Either way, you shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. This wasn’t about your crush, you actually needed help with Potions. Even Professor Snape instructed you to do it. So, you walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hi, Draco” you said, happily.

“Ugh, what do you want?” he asked, annoyed, glaring at you.

“I’m sorry to bother you-”

“You are always bothering me” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Draco, but I have to go, I can’t be late for Transfiguration” Astoria said, apologetically, before she ran out of the scene. “Bye, guys!”

“No, wait!” Draco yelled after her but she was already gone, and then his death glare turned to you. “Look what you did!”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“You just what? Do you stay up at night trying to think of ways to annoy me?” he snapped, raising his voice and making the people around him, including his friends, turn to look at the two of you.

“N-no, I just needed to ask you something” you said nervously. You had never seen him this upset.

“What? What the bloody hell do you want?”

“Well- um, I just w-wanted to ask if you could maybe tutor me in Potions” you said, looking down and feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment since now everybody was listening to your conversation.

“You want me to tutor you?” he asked in a bored tone.

“Um, y-yes. I just... I didn’t do well in my last exam and I-”

“Merlin, how stupid do you think I am?”

“E-excuse me?”

“This is obviously another advance you’re making at me just so you can spend time with me-”

“N-no, I actually-”

“This is getting pretty pathetic. Even for you” he spat, making your heart break a little.

“Draco, I-”

“You know I don’t tutor anyone. You should really just stop before you get dumped by a guy who isn’t even your boyfriend” he continued and you felt your eyes welling up a little when you heard everyone around you either laugh at your embarrassment or groan out of pity for you.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“To what? Ruin the nice conversation I was having with a girl that I actually like? Too late for that. You always have the worst time!”

“I’m sorry if I-”

“I am so sick of you! You sit next to me in the Great Hall, you always try to sit with me in classes, you even come to my Quidditch practices and now you make up this tutor thing! It is pathetic!” he snapped as you felt the lump in your throat but you tried really hard not to cry in front of him even if you could feel your heart being broken piece by piece. “So just get it through your stupid brain already. I don’t like you! I will never be with someone like you! So, just leave me alone!”

“I’m s-sorry” you were able to say before you turned around and ran as fast as you could.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself entering the Greenhouses and you made your way over to the back, where you sat down, bringing your knees to your chest and crying your eyes out.

“Love?” you looked up to find Theodore standing in the middle of the Green Houses. You hadn’t even noticed him when you walked in. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worriedly, walking towards you and kneeling down beside you. “What happened?”

“Nothing” you said, wiping away the few tears on your cheeks.

“We’ve been friends far too long for me to know that you don’t just cry over anything” he said with a soft smile. Contrary to popular belief, Theo was a really sweet guy. At least towards you. The two of you knew each other since first year and you were really close. “I imagine this has to do with Malfoy?” he asked, knowing the answer and you nodded.

“I only wanted to ask if he would tutor me in Potions because I failed my last test” you said sadly. “And he started saying that I was probably making it up to get his attention and that it was pathetic and that I should just stop because he was getting sick of me” you cried a bit more. “It was stupid of me to think he would ever like me back” you said with a sad smile, looking up at him.

“No, don’t say that” Theo said, sitting down next to you. “Draco is an idiot for not wanting to be with someone like you” he insisted. “And he has no right to speak to you that way!”

“You have to say that because you’re my best friend” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t have to say it” he assured you. “Why do you think you are one of the only two people that I like in this school?” he asked, making you laugh but just barely. “And the other one is apparently terrified of me” he chuckled.

“Neville is still not talking to you?” you asked, glad to change the subject at least for a bit. Theo shook his head. “Is that why you’re here in the Greenhouses?”

“He comes here most of the time. I figured if I ran into him, he might talk to me” he explained.

“I’m starting to believe we are really not good at this” you said with a sad laugh. “I mean, you like someone who is scared of you and I like someone who hates me” you said.

“Yeah” Theo laughed too. “We could probably do better” he said, kissing your head. “Hey, let’s go to the Kitchens. I am grabbing everything that has chocolate in it for you” he said, helping you up. “And, I can help you with Potions” he offered.

“Really?”

“Of course, I might even say I’m better than Malfoy at it” he said proudly as he offered you his arm.

“Thanks, Theo” you said, kissing his cheek.

“What are best friends for?”

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The next day, you ran as fast as you could over to Potions, hoping that for some kind of miracle, Professor Snape was running late as well. But of course, he was never late. You entered the classroom and his back was facing you as he wrote the instructions on the board. And, just as your luck would have it, the only available seat was next to none other than Draco Malfoy. You managed to silently make your way to the empty spot but as soon as you sat down, your professor’s voice was heard.

“Fifteen points off Slytherin” he simply said, making everyone groan in annoyance and your cheeks heating up. “I expect that this is not how you intend to improve your grade in my class” Professor Snape said, turning around and looking directly at you.

“N-no, sir” you stammered. “Sorry Professor, it won’t happen again” you smiled nervously.

“I’m certain it won’t” he told you before he went back to the blackboard.

“Really? Now you’re even costing our house points” Draco said annoyed, next to you. “I bet you came in late because you knew that nobody would sit next to me so it would be the only seat available. Merlin, you are pathetic. You don’t deserve to sit with me” he laughed. You felt a clench in your heart but you tried your best not to show it. You were not going to give him the satisfaction anymore. When he didn’t get a response from you, he spoke again. “Did you hear what I said?” he said, turning to you.

“I did” you simply said, not looking at him, but copying the notes of the board on your notebook.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything back?” he demanded.

“No” you shrugged as you continued to take notes.

“Hey! You can’t-”

“Mr. Malfoy, if you do not want any more points taken from your house I suggest you stop talking and start paying attention” Professor Snape said, now standing in front of the two of you.

“It wasn’t me! It was her!” he pointed at you, childishly.

“I don’t see her talking” Professor Snape said, arching his eyebrow at him.

“Well, she was!” he whined. “She was asking me to tutor her in Potions!” he said, making you widen your eyes at him. “When I had already told her no-”

“Well, I would have expected for you to be at least a bit more benevolent towards your housemate but I see that I was mistaken” Professor Snape said in his same monotonous voice.

“That’s okay, Professor. Theodore Nott is helping me” you told him with a small smile.

“He is?” Draco asked all of the sudden, not entirely sure why he cared about it.

“Splendid” Professor Snape said, both of you ignoring the blonde boy on the other chair. “Mr. Nott is actually a fine option” he told you. “Now get back to work” he said, before leaving the two of you alone.

“Why is Theodore Nott helping you?” he asked, getting closer to you.

“Because I need a tutor” you said in an obvious tone.

“No! You asked me to be your tutor-”

“And you said no” you reminded him. “If I recall correctly, you said that I was only asking you to get your attention and that I was pathetic and I should stop trying before I got dumped by a guy who never even was my boyfriend” you said, angrily. Draco opened his mouth again but you beat him to it. “You said that you would never, in a million years, would be with someone like me so that I should move on, remember? So, I asked someone who is nice enough to not humiliate me in front of everyone and who has the decency to help another human being. So, don’t worry, I won’t bother you again, Malfoy” you said before you stood up to get your ingredients.

You felt your heart beating faster. You had no idea what had gotten into you to speak to him that way. But you felt lighter as well. Something about not caving to his every word, made you feel better, stronger even.

“I have never been more proud of you” Theo said, standing next to you as he hugged you and kissed the side of your head. Neither one of you noticing the daggers from a pair of grey eyes being thrown at you.

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“Can you believe her? The nerve she’s got talking to me like that” Draco said to his friends as he kept his glare on you. 

“It almost sounds as if you care, Malfoy” Blaise smirked at him. 

“Care? About what that pathetic nobody says? Please, don’t make me laugh, Zabini” he chuckled. 

“You were… a bit harsh with her yesterday, mate” Greg added. “She was only asking for your help-”

“She was only asking for my attention” he rolled his eyes. “As she is trying to do now, hanging around with Nott-”

“Actually, she and Theo have been friends for a long time-” Vincent started.

“Nobody asked you, Crabbe” Draco snapped. “Trust me, in a few days, she’ll be back to following me around” he insisted. 

But that did not happen. In the following days, Draco hated to admit that he had noticed the way you basically ignored him. And of course, since he was Draco Malfoy and nobody ignored him, he was going to ignore you. One day, you even came to their Quidditch practice and he was ready to gloat about it, when you suddenly made your way over to Theo with a basket full of muffins and he felt his heart flop. Not that he would ever admit it. The next week, when the two of you were in Potions, he thought you were going to seat next to him, but as soon as you entered, someone else called your name. 

“Hey, over here, love” Theo waved at you, saving the seat next to him.

Love. Draco felt his fist involuntary clenching at how affectionate Theo was over you. Because of the lengths you were going to get his attention, of course, not because he cared or anything. Instead, Blaise sat next to him. Once it was time to go get the ingredients, he immediately volunteered when he saw you making your way over to the table on the front. He slowly approached you and cleared his throat, hoping you would at least look at him, but you were too busy, collecting everything you needed. 

“I know what you’re doing” Draco said, all of the sudden. You turned to face him, and frowned confused at him. 

“Um… getting ingredients for my potion?” 

“Don’t play dumb, I know you only came to gather your ingredients, because you saw me here” he rolled his eyes. 

“Uh, I was here first-”

“Whatever, just don’t talk to me” he said, trying to sound angry. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, Malfoy” you replied. 

“Pathetic” you heard him mutter.

You were about to go back to your table when Professor Snape called you back. Draco saw you walk over to him as he handed you a piece of parchment and he saw your face lighting up with a big, beautiful smile. No, no. Just a big smile. He did not think your smile was beautiful. 

“Thank you, Professor!” you said, excitedly, as you grabbed the parchment and turned around, running over to Theo. “Theo, look! I got an ‘O’!” you said, placing the box of ingredients on the table and throwing your arms at Theo, who quickly wrapped his arms around you and spun you around. 

“I am so proud of you, love!” he smiled, kissing your head. “I knew you could do it!” 

“What is so bloody special about that?” Draco muttered, dropping the box of ingredients on his desk and making Blaise jump a little. “I get a bloody ‘O’ all the time, you don’t see me running off to hug and kiss Nott!” 

“Well, she worked really hard, mate. And Theo is really helping her-”

“Who the fuck cares?” he snapped at Blaise. 

“Well, you, apparently” he laughed. 

“Stop laughing at me!” he said, punching the desk and making everything, including the cauldrons fall down with a loud crash, causing some of the ingredients to mix and explode. 

“Mr. Malfoy” Professor’s Snape was heard after, since everyone went dead silent. “Detention. Today, after dinner” he simply said. 

“What? Detention? What for?”

“If you don’t want me to also reduce points from your house, I suggest you clean your mess up and you start working in silence” he said, before he went back to his desk. 

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Draco said, brushing a hand through his hair. 

“Mate, isn’t it obvious?” Blaise asked, as the two of them cleaned up. When Draco looked at him with an arched eyebrow, he laughed. “You’re jealous” he explained. 

“Jealous? Of what?” 

“Of Theo” he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Are you out of your mind? Why would I be jealous of them?” he asked, trying to laugh. 

“Well, because she is no longer paying any attention to you and maybe you just now stupidly realized that she is a great person and didn’t deserve to be treated the way you did for all of these years and maybe now she’s moved on and found someone that makes her happy?”

“You’re joking, right? I have been trying to get rid of her for years! It’s relief what I’m feeling” he said, trying to sound convincing, but he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince his friend or himself. “I can’t believe you would suggest such a thing” he chuckled. 

“Whatever you say, mate. But you’re going to have to figure this out and face the fact that it bothers you that you pushed her away” he told him. 

“Please” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “A Malfoy, jealous” he scoffed. 

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Later that night, Draco found himself in the Dungeons once more, cleaning every single cauldron without magic.

“Stupid cauldrons” he grumbled to himself. “Stupid Blaise thinking that I’m jealous” he continued talking to himself. “Stupid Nott hugging-”

“Draco?” 

Draco looked up at the sound of your voice, accidentally dropping the cauldron on his hands and knocking down a few others. 

“Blimey! Look at what you did!” he snapped, glaring at you and kneeling down to pick up the cauldrons as you walked over to help him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Mean to what?” he snapped again, making you jump a little. “Mean to stalk me again?”

“I’m not stalking you” you glared at him, as you stood up and placed the cauldrons on the table. 

“Oh, really? So I guess it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be here where I’m serving detention-”

“Well, it is” you argued. “I just came by to drop an assignment Professor Snape let me do for extra credit. He said to leave it here” you said, showing him the parchments in your hand and placing them on Professor Snape’s desk. “Now, I’ll be on my way” you said, trying to walk towards the door, but he blocked your way. 

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“Yes, I’m leaving. I am not in the mood to be insulted and humiliated any longer” you glared at him. 

“You can’t leave!”

“Why not?”

“Because you-!” he said, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. “You had no right to-!” he continued and you arched your eyebrow at him. “This is all your fault!”

“What is my fault?”

“Me being in detention!”

“How is that my fault?” you complained. 

“Because none of this would have happened if you hadn’t done that stupid stunt of hugging Nott in front of everyone!”

“And since when do you care what I do?” 

“Since-” he stopped. And then, it finally dawned on him. 

Blaise was right. He looked at you for what felt like forever and then, he grabbed your face with his hands and smashed his lips against yours, hard. It took you about a second to register what was happening. Draco Malfoy was kissing you. You felt your knees getting weak as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. Draco started roaming his hands around your body and dragging you with him to the desk with all the cauldrons in it. He helped you up and sat you down on the table, making all of the cauldrons fall back on the floor. Only this time, he didn’t care. Your lips quickly became an addiction to him and he was damned if he was going to stop now. Your mind was completely different. On one side, you never wanted to stop. This was everything you had dreamed about for Merlin knows how long. But as soon as you felt Draco’s hand travel to the buttons of your shirt, the voice in your head of Draco yelling at you kicked in and you quickly pushed him off, slapping him on the face before you could stop yourself. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you said, feeling your eyes welling up. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to um-” he stuttered. “I thought you wanted me to-”

“Is this some sick game to you?” you asked with tears falling down your face and Draco felt his stomach drop.

“What? No” he said, softly trying to approach you but you climbed off the desk and away from him.

“What is it to you? What do you gain by humiliating me like this?” you cried. “Wasn’t it enough when you yelled at me in front of everyone to tell me how pathetic I am?”

“No-”

“I get it, alright? You hate me! So I have stayed away from you like you wanted, and now you just start kissing me? Why? So you can laugh about it with your friends later?”

“No, I just-”

“No! I am done, Draco. I tried to be nothing but nice to you all these years and when you yelled at me in front of the entire school and you asked me to leave you alone, I did! So now you don’t get to come here and play with my emotions as if I am not a person that matters!” 

“I didn't-”

“Just stay away from me!” you yelled before you ran out of the classroom, leaving Draco behind. 

“I’m a fucking idiot” he sighed, sitting down on the desk. He was in love with you and he had broken your heart.

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In the next couple of days, you had tried to avoid Draco even more than you did the previous week. Every time he looked at you, his heart ached horribly. This was all his fault. The light that was always in your eyes was gone and it was because of him. He tried his best to talk to you, but you kept on ignoring him. Until one day, finally, he spotted you by yourself in the Greenhouses and he quickly made his way inside. 

“Hi” he said, softly, making you almost drop the plants in your hands. 

He smiled a little remembering how it was the other way around when you surprised him when he was in detention. 

“What do you want, Malfoy?” you asked, and he could feel the anger in your voice.

“What are you doing here?”

“Not that is any of your business, but I’m gathering ingredients for Professor Snape’s class for extra credit” you said. “You know, since my stupid brain needs help with Potions” you said, glaring at him.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I... wanted to talk to you” he said nervously. You sighed deeply and turned to look at him. 

“So talk” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“I... “ he said, brushing a hand through his hair. He didn’t remember ever feeling this nervous. “I wanted to apologize to you” he said. 

“Draco, if  you are here to just insult me or be mean again-”

“No, I promise. I’m not” he said, walking closer to you. “Look, I know that you have no reason to believe me, because I was awful to you for all these years, but… I just wanted to tell you that I really am sorry for acting the way I did towards you. And I’m sorry for yelling at you the other day. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and I feel like an idiot for realizing it too late but…” he sighed. 

“But what?” 

“I’m in love with you” he blurted out. 

“Stop it!” you snapped. 

“Excuse me?”

“Just stop it, Draco. Please, I know that this might be amusing to you but you are really hurting my feelings-”

“No, I’m serious, love-”

“Oh, you’re serious? So you honestly expect me to believe that after all these years of you being nothing but mean to me you’ve magically realized that you’re in love with me? How stupid do you think I am, Draco?” 

“No, I am the stupid one! I needed bloody Zabini to point out that I was jealous of the way Nott hugged you. And why I cared so much that you started ignoring me and-” he sighed. “I just realized how much I actually liked how thoughtful you were towards me and, I know it’s not fair but… if you give me another chance, I promise I will do better. I would do whatever you want me to but, when I kissed you I knew” he confessed. “I have never felt this way before and I know you hate me and you have every right to, I just… needed you to know” he finished awkwardly. “I won’t bother you again” he said, turning around to leave.

“Wait” you said all of the sudden. “Are you… being honest? This isn’t just a game to make fun of me?”

“No, love, I promise you that I am being completely honest with you” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “I really am sorry, love” he told you. “I would make an unbreakable vow, if you need that to believe me-”

You cut Draco off by grabbing his face and smashing his lips against yours much like he did when you were in the Dungeons. Draco quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer to him. 

“I love you too” you smiled at him. 

“I’m really sorry, love. I promise I will make it up to you” he said, kissing your forehead. 

“You don’t have to” you chuckled. 

“Yes, I do” he said, grabbing the box you had filled with plants. “Starting by helping you with Potions” he smiled. You were about to reply when Theo ran inside the the Greenhouses and towards you, grabbing you and spinning you around. 

“Yes! Oh, Merlin! Love, you have no idea what just happened!”

“Oi, Nott! You can’t just come in here and grab my girlfriend like that-”

“Girlfriend?” you and Theo both asked at the same time as he put you back down. 

“Yeah” he said, blushing a little. “I m-mean, if  you want to” he stuttered. 

“I do” you nodded. 

“Yeah?” he asked, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders and you nodded. “Great, then get your hands off my girlfriend” he said, pulling you away from Theo. 

“Fine! I just need to tell her that I finally asked Neville out and he said yes!” he said excitedly and you let out an excited shriek and threw yourself at him again, hugging him as he spun you around once more. 

“Oh, Merlin, I am so happy for you!” 

“Wait” Draco said, still confused as Theo put you down again. “Longbottom?”

“Yeah” Theo said as if it was obvious. 

“Hold on, so you two are not-”

“No” you laughed. 

“Oh” he chuckled as you went to hug him. “Well, I guess I… was a bit of a fool there for a moment. 

“Yeah, you were” you said, kissing his cheek. 

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it :)

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Lovefool

Chapter 2: Say That You Love Me

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: Your relationship has already been found out by Will and it’s only the beginning of the weekend trip. Can you and Frankie contain yourselves for the next couple hours, let alone days, without slipping up? Or will the others succeed in breaking your resolve?

W/C: 3.5k+

Warnings: language, sexual themes, FLUFF OMFG

A/N: Thank you to everyone who showed the first part so much love. I’m so happy y’all voluntarily wanted to go along with my soft ass antics lol here is part 2 y’all! Just know, I WANT YOU TO YEARN. Any love is appreciated. Enjoy bbys 💜

You can read chapter 1 here

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“Okay kid, spill it.”

After seeing the look of terror that graced Frankie’s face on his way out, Will swiftly analyzed his approach to what he had just witnessed, taking a step back into the doorway. Wanting to come closer and talk to you about all this, he also knew he didn’t need an audience if the others decide to head in for some reason. So he stays grounded to his current spot.

“Uhhh, wh-what do you wanna know?” finally looking in his direction. You feel like a child about to be scolded for being caught acting up, when you notice he’s looking at you with that playful glint in his eyes. Adoration. A sense of wanting to protect not only you, but Frankie as well.

“Hey, I’m not gonna yell at you or anything, you know that. I just have some questions…”

You nod, signaling him to continue.

“Let’s start with, how long?”

“Okay. Uhh, It’s been almost six months.”

Will’s eyes widen. “Wow, really?! Nice job at keeping it from us for that long.” He snickers. “So how are things going? Does he treat you right? What are his intentions?”

You cross the room to stand next to him, shaking your head at the rapid fire questions he’s tormenting you with. “He’s a real gentleman DAD, I promise. Things are, amazing. Frankie is amazing.”

You’ve trailed off into space, a shy grin creeping it’s way onto your face as you speak of him. With that, Will can already see his answer before asking the last question.

“Do you love him?”

Although the direct query took you briefly by surprise, there’s no hesitation as the response easily passes your lips.

“Yes.”

There was no doubt.

You were so in love with Francisco Morales.

“Okay then. I’m happy for you guys.” bringing you into a reassuring hug. “Just, be good to each other. I love you both but you know I have no problem calling either of you on your bullshit.”

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“Dude! You totally saw that right?! The way he was staring at her ass?!”

“Nice jumping in front of him like that! He was so obvious! He’s making this too easy!” Benny was hunched over laughing at the sheer awkwardness of it all.

“You think he’d say anything if I mentioned it?” Santi questions, bringing his finger to his chin as if in deep thought. “I mean, another guy talking about his girl like that would surely set him off right?!”

“How about we find out.”

Frankie knew he had fucked up. Making his way down the steps and to the outdoor patio, he continuously berated himself for that kiss. You couldn’t even last an hour before trying to get in her pants. What in the actual hell is wrong with you… his internal monologue is soon interrupted by Pope excitingly directing a question his way.

“…what do you think Cat?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Wait what are we talking about?”

“Your little roomie up there. Ben and I were just talking about her. You see how tight and perfectly those jeans fit?” Motioning as if he’s grabbing a handful of your plump flesh. “Yeah we’re all friends but c’mon you can’t tell me you didn’t sneak a peek at her walking upstairs earlier? I wonder who’s getting to hit that.”

Me, you son of a bitch.

Frankie removes his well worn cap from his head to run his fingers through his curls, a habit the guys know all too well when he’s feeling uncomfortable. He wants to tell Santi to fuck off if he knows what’s best for him, Benny as well for good measure, but with the little incident that just occurred fresh and on repeat in his mind, he knows he has no other choice but to play along. For both of your sakes. “Sure she has a nice ass, then again she is the most decent looking out of all you feos out here. Anyway, let’s get started. What did you need help with for tonight?”

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After your little heart to heart with Will, you felt lighter. Guessing if anyone had to walk into that, you were glad it was him. As the two of you made your way downstairs it seemed to be a little quiet for your liking so you decide to head out back. Too bad nobody warned you at what you’d be walking out to. You were in front of Will when your stride falters, coming to a sudden halt. He runs into you, not quite looking where he’s going.

“Hey why did you….” following your line of vision leading to the distraction. He quickly finds his culprit.

You couldn’t move. Your gaze transfixed on him. It looks like the boys were having to chop some firewood for said bonfire events later that night and you had Frankie in your sights. The way he had his flannel sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms. The sheen of sweat collecting at his brow, finally giving way and trickling down his face from the constant motion of the swinging axe, only to start its free fall from there toward his neck.

“So strong.” you gaped.

Will leans in to you. “Dude, if you wanna keep those other two off your case, I’d try to be less evident.”

You jump back. Fuck, he was right. “Oh shit I said that out loud didn’t I? Am I staring too hard? Have they noticed?! Wait where’s Benny?”

Will finds your frantic state amusing to say the least.

“It’s not funny Will!” giving his side a quick punch, running back in and deciding to get the guys something to drink. Honestly you’re just wanting to remove yourself from the situation and looking anymore ridiculous.

Will makes his way over to the group, eyebrow raised in a silent question.

The two men look up from their work. Frankie explaining, “It looks like your brother forgot to restock this place with firewood after his last visit with his latest fling. We’ve got him dragging the heavier logs this way to cut.”

“Alone.” Santi interjects.

He turns briefly looking to spot Benny as Frankie and Will share a look. A “I know about you and a certain someone but don’t worry I’m not saying anything” look. Frankie lets out a silent thank you turning their attention to you coming out through the patio door.

“You guys thirsty?” you call out, making it back with a few glasses of water, but not before giving yourself the ultimate pep talk in the kitchen on how you had to handle yourself from here on out.

Benny rounds the corner just in time for a quick break when you start passing water to everyone.

“Here Pope. Fish.” fingers grazing each other’s as you hand him the glass.

“Thanks hermosa.”

You’re doing it again. You know it. He’s just drinking water. Why is that so hot? Glancing briefly at the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each gulp. Benny noticed and can’t help but give you a little shit about it.

“Hey sweetheart, if you’re done ogling our friends can I get a drink?”

Did he really just call you out? Santi is smirking into his glass, Frankie and Will turning away, knowing you’re not gonna take that so easily.

You’re shooting daggers his way. Yet, a sweet smile then pulls at your lips.

“Oh sure thing, sweetheart.” as you grab the final glass of water and throwing it in his face.

The others are dying with laughter as Benny stands soaked. “Hey you didn’t say how you wanted the drink, Benjamin.”

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The sun has finally set as the crack of the fire whips through the mountainous breeze. You sit curled up in your favorite wooden rocking chair, nursing a cup of warm tea and breathing in the brisk night air when you overhear Benny bringing up a subject you don’t mind talking about, but would rather not as of late.

“So when’s the last time you got laid Cat? We haven’t heard you mention anyone recently.”

He glances around the fire, briefly making eye contact with you. Suddenly the mug in your hands is the most interesting piece of work.

“Ehhhh I get by.” taking a swig from his beer bottle. “These girls are all the same out there though hermano. I’m looking for something more.”

You try to keep your expression as neutral as possible, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of Frankie wanting to settle down. You want that too. And you want it to be with him.

Santi brings you back to the conversation with a nudge at your knee. “And you kid? You’re awfully quiet over here. No potential suitors keeping your bed warm?”

Yeah right, I am not falling for this. “Oh don’t worry about me cariño, I’m well taken care of. And with that final thought, I bid you all a good night.”

“Oh come on, you can’t just say that and up and leave!” Santi is trying to coerce you into taking your seat again but it’s no use.

“I swear, whoever lands her is gonna have their hands full.”

Oh, but it’s so worth it. Frankie thinks and smiles to himself.

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Frankie finally pulls away from the group and their antics along with the chill of the autumn air. As soon as he saw you make a break for the house he was more than ready to call it a night and to be in the safe confines of that warm, comfortable bed with you. He trudges upstairs to the shared room removing his outer layers and into a fresh pair of pajama bottoms along with a soft light grey t-shirt when he happens upon your shadow bouncing from beneath the bathroom door. There she is, knowing you’re probably still going through your nightly routine, when it softly swings open to you brushing your teeth, wearing his old Fleetwood Mac shirt and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks looking like an absolute dream. The warm glow of the light illuminating your form from the back and manifesting the most ethereal sight right before his eyes. “I thought I heard you out here,” handing him his toothbrush, ready to go. His smile reaches ear to ear as he heads to the vanity to finish cleaning up for the night. The two of you moving in tandem with each other as if it’s the most simple yet perfected dance. He looks up in the mirror catching your gaze as you give each other a bashful look, when a loud knock lures you both from your reverie.

Frankie let’s out an exhausted huff, knowing it’s gotta be one of two people.

He starts for the door, going to reach for the handle when it starts twisting on its own, only for one Santiago Garcia to pop his head in.

“Hiya Cat! Just coming to say goodnight. So, where’s your girl at?” he taunts, flipping the main switch to the bedroom on, trying to get a decent view of where you are.

“My what…?” Frankie’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, caught up in the thought of Santi’s emphasis on saying you were his girl, and fumbling with the tooth brush that is slipping from his grasp. Truly looking like his callsign at the way his mouth opens and closes. You overhear the commotion and stop everything to listen tentatively, praying to whomever is out there that he doesn’t break and cursing Santi for being so chismoso.

“She’s in Texas! At home, I’m assuming.” Slightly stuttering his way through the exchange; Santi looking just as confused with his remarks.

“Wait, where?!”

Your hand goes to quietly slap your forehead at how ridiculous he sounds. Well, here’s hoping he buys it.

“My girl. I’m assuming you mean mamá. She’s my number one girl. Misses you, by the way. Says to quit being a cabrón and give her a call.”

Santi lifts his finger to try and get a word in edgewise when he is met with the sudden force of the door slamming shut. “Smooth, you little fucker.” snickering to himself, shuffling his way back down the hall to his room.

Peeking around the corner you’re met with Frankie’s back pressed hard against the wooden entryway. He looks up giving you a sheepish grin, both of you emitting a small giggle. “Shit that was close!” he murmurs through clenched teeth. He couldn’t look more adorable to you in this moment. Completely flustered at ALMOST caving and giving away your secret. He starts to make his way toward you, not wanting to be without you in his arms any longer. “Lock the door,” you mouth before he could take another step. He spins on his heel, obliging your request as you stand there completely in awe at how eager he is just to touch you. He’s at your side in an instant. Gentle hands cup your face as he breathes you in, putting everything into the softest kiss. It’s neither hurried nor hungry, it feels more like he’s simply stating, ‘I’ve missed you’ or ‘I’m right where I’m supposed to be.’ He breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours as you gently secure your hands around his wrists. “Let’s get to bed.” you whisper, not wanting to break the trance the two of you seem to be under. Humming in agreement, he gives you a small peck to your nose as you go to climb underneath the plush blanket. Frankie crosses the room to turn the main light out when he notices you opening the bedside drawer and pulling a small bottle from it, spritzing its contents amongst the sheets. It’s your lavender spray. The calming scent being one of his new favorites to use for combating the struggles of slumber. She remembered to bring it he bites his lip at the subtle gesture. You catch him staring and he gives you that sweet lopsided smile he seems to only display for you. “What’s that look Francisco?” you say to him in a singsong voice. “Nothing querida.” I am so in love with this woman he thinks to himself as you extend your arms out beckoning him to you. “Ven cariño.” He joins you moments later swinging his arm around your shoulder to bring you to his side, yours coming to drape across his soft tummy, nuzzling into his neck. Finally being able to hold each other after dodging the suspicions of the boys all afternoon.

“We’ll tell them tomorrow,” you say whilst twirling a stray curl around your finger. “It was absolute hell having to keep my hands and eyes to myself today. I don’t think I can manage for the rest of the weekend. Especially with how good you looked with your sleeves all rolled up, chopping that firewood earlier...” The heat of his embarrassment creeps up through your fingertips as you go to nip at the pulse point of his neck. You can’t see it but you know he’s blushing immensely. Frankie never one to taking compliments very well.

“Ohhhh stop.” you feel him smirk.

The soothing hint of the lavender begins taking affect. Your tiny snores have him drawing you further into his warmth, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, as you release a contented breath. “Ay suspiros,” he smiles into your hairline. “Sleep well preciosa.” He adjusts the quilt over the two of you delicately, lightly stirring you in the process as you bring your head up to press one final sleepy kiss to his jawline. Both finally drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

———————-

Early morning rays start to peak through the window, naturally waking you as you slowly stretch. You feel the warmth of Frankie’s chest at your back, his gentle hand resting on your hip, rough pads of his fingers drawing circles aimlessly across your soft skin, whispering loving sentiments in your ear. You’re finally conscious enough to turn and face him.

“Good morning beautiful. I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

Even with the bedhead, morning breath, and sleep in your eyes he still stares at you as if you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. Frankie brings his lips to yours as you both take in what would probably be the final moments of tranquility for the day.

“I love you.”

Inhaling sharply, he brings you back in for a kiss with such passion it literally knocks the breath from your lungs.

“I love you, so much.”

He rolls you over softly placing you on your back, trailing wet little kisses down your neck when you hear the sound of what appears to be faint whispers and keys at the door. Frankie pauses and stares at you, then to the door, and back to you.

“Are they seriously at this already?! We just woke up!”

“Shh! Wait, I have an idea.”

———————-

Benny greets Santi with a brief nod, two glasses of water in hand as he makes his way upstairs.

“What the hell are those for?”

“Did you really think she’d get away with throwing water at me yesterday? A nice refreshing good morning is in order, don’t you think?”

“You’re an actual child Benny, you know that? I still wanna see it though.” as he takes a glass from him.

The two reach the main entrance to your room only to be met with the next obstacle.

“Hey, they locked the door! Why would they lock the door?!” Benny loudly whispers as he tries turning the handle again.

“You know exactly why you idiot. What do we do now?!”

“Pope, I think you forgot who owns this place.”

“Will, what’s your point?” Santi turns to snark at Benny, a look of annoyance at the thought of their plan being ruined when he raises a pair of spare keys up to his face.

After successfully “breaking in,” Benny places the keys into his pj pocket and slowly turns the handle.

“Countdown Pope.”

“3, 2, 1!”

The two burst in throwing the glasses of water at the bed, cheering in what is to be a final victory but is only met with silence.

“Wait, where the fuck are they?!”

“Now!”

At your command, you and Frankie jump from behind the door, two glasses of water from the en suite bathroom filled and tossed their way. The two men shriek at the cold liquid hitting their bodies as you two high five each other and double over in laughter.

“What the fuck guys?!”

“What are you talking about did you not just try to attempt that with us?!” pointing to the wet duvet. “It’s not our fault you two are the worst cat burglars ever!”

Frankie crosses his arms finally asking upfront. “So what is all of this really about guys? Why have you been fuckin with us consistently? Trying to find something out? Or did you just want a little look at who’s hitting this.” Frankie turns your back slightly toward the boys and gives your ass a light squeeze.

“Francisco!”

“I meant it lovingly.”

Benny and Pope’s jaws are on the ground.

“I knew it!” Pope points dramatically at you.

“I told you they were fucking!” Benny exclaims.

A million questions are now being thrown your way. The water incident long forgotten now that the truth was finally out.

“You know, we were actually planning on telling the two of you over breakfast, all you had to do was wait.”

“Nah kid, where’s the fun in that?!” as Benny tackles you into a wet hug.

After finally mopping up all the water and changing into some dry clothes, you all meet downstairs to assist with breakfast. Frankie sidles up to Will who’s flipping pancakes for the group while the rest of you clean up a bit and set the table.

“So it’s all out now huh?”

“Yeah I guess so. You’re okay with it though, right? We never got to really talk about it, and we’re brothers, but I also know you’re just as close if not even closer to her. She does care about your opinion too.”

“All I ask is that you take care of her. Treat her right. You both deserve to be happy. And at least I know she’s not with some random asshole.”

“Thanks? I think.” The two men embrace, turning to lean against the stove. Benny is back to his usual way of making your life hell by arguing about how to set the table, Pope looking on enjoying a cup of coffee.

Will sees that far off look again, only now it’s settling in Frankie’s eyes.

He decided to asks him one last thing, curious as to what the answer may be.

“So what’s your endgame here Fish?”

Isn’t it obvious?

He grins, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before looking out to you. It’s like you two can sense each other. Turning your gaze his way, you look at him as if he’s the only one in the room, giving him a little wink and a smile before turning back to continue cussing Benny out in Spanish.

It was so incredibly obvious.

“I’m gonna marry her one day.”

#lovefool #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #triple frontier fic #soft sunday #mel writes! #pedro pascal

[scandeniall]

lovesick

pairing:

request:  I just had a brain fart!! What about a Suna imagine with Lovefool by The cardigans, I wanna see him simp goddamnit, 

summary: its been a game of cat and mouse and suna is tired. can be read as a part 2 to tell em, or as a standalone. 

wc: 1231

“Damn it (Y/N)” the breathy words go in one ear and out the other as you pull away from the near kiss. A cheery smile on your face as you remove your feet from the water, now getting up from the pool's edge.

“Sorry Rin, gotta go.”

The way you cheerfully waved at him and practically skipped back into the house, indicated that you knew what you were doing. The hand that had been resting on your thigh now lay flat against the concrete. Suna lets out a sigh only to be met with a slow round of applause by none other than the pain in the ass twins. “Aren’t you amazing,” a smug blonde drew out. “Getting turned down by (Y/N) yet again. It's just embarrassing at this point.” He was met with the silver haired twin now taking your place, the blonde settling on his other side.

“I’m starting to think you should give it up,” Osamu shrugged. Of course they had to show up at that very moment, not that it was anything new. It had been like this for the entire trip. When some of his old high school teammates proposed a week long getaway, Suna figured why not invite you. He had every intention of putting the little cat and mouse game between you to an end. However, he didn’t anticipate your teasing to be upped tenfold. And he certainly didn’t anticipate the twins bearing witness to every bit of his misery.

“Do you two ever shut up.” Suna muttered, annoyance clear in his tone.

“I do, but Tsumu doesn't.” Osamu doesn’t even flinch when his friend snatches the unopened beer out of his hand and takes it for himself. “But he is right, this is fucking embarrassing man.”

The sun set quickly, and before long your entire group had gathered outside, the fire pit providing warmth to your damp skins. You’re seated on a bench between one of your own friends and Suna. Throughout the evening, you felt eyes on you and you eventually shifted close enough so that you were cuddled against the man. You stuck your tongue out at your friends knowing eyes. Before long the two of you were in your own whispered conversations, only occasionally chiming in to the chaos and conversation around you. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. The feather like brushes up against your bare arm causing goosebumps to erupt. 

“You want to come with me to the kitchen.” Lips brushed against the shell of your ear and you nodded. The conversation around you halted as you stood up.

“Hey me and Suna are gonna go get some drinks, you guys want anything?” You heard someone say to bring out some blankets, among other things as smirked at the feel of Suna’s hand against your lower back ushering you inside the house. 

“Hey, Rin come help me find some blankets. I think I saw some in one of the upstairs closets.” Suna bit back a groan at your oblivious tone nonetheless trailing sluggishly up the stairs. After the way you’d been acting these past few days, the last thing Suna expected was you pushing him against the wall the second you two turned into the hallway. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. 

“Hey, you think Osamu would go out with me if I asked?” Hands that now rested on your waist tightened at the words.

“Who knows, you think your friend would go out with me if I asked,” His words came out boredly, almost daring you to continue with your little game.

You leaned up, lips almost brushing against his. “You’re single. Why don’t you go ask.” With that you removed yourself from his hold and continued down the hallway. 

“Hold this would you.” It wasn’t a question as you handed him a stack of blankets, waving him off and pretending your little moment didn’t just happen. All he could do was reluctantly follow you back down the stairs and hope for the chance to put your games to an end. He watched you carefully as you filtered around the kitchen, moving different drinks onto the table. It was short lived before you asked him to take the blankets outside before coming back in to help.

The moment he returned, it was his turn to strike. You found yourself caged between him and the table. “Why are you doing this (Y/N).” He sighed while your eyes only twinkled in amusement.

“I’m just having fun, what's wrong with that.”

With that your hands found themselves around him for the second time in the span of 15 minutes. “This is tiring.” One hand gently cupped your jaw, thumb running across your bottom lip. The two of you eyed each other, Suna’s usual jaded look replaced with one usually present during games. It was intense. Searching for any kind of hint in your eyes. And he was aware. Aware of the way your breath hitched even the tiniest bit and how your hands halted in his hair for only a second. The two of you felt yourselves leaning in, lips almost touching-

“Atsumu said to hurry-Oh.” The two of you pulled away and like a light switch you were back into your mockingly happy state.

“Oh hey, Aran. We were just on our way back. Right Suna.” Before he could even reply, you’d grab as many bottles of beer as you could and brush past Aran stopping right at the doorway.

“You know what I want Suna.” And then you were gone.

“You alright man?” Suna shook his head yes, but the only thing he wanted to do was scream. 

---

It was nearing 2am when everyone began to call it a night. You’d decided to stay outside a little longer, the fire on its last embers. You said you just wanted to clean up a little, but found yourself sitting alone, eyes fixated on the few stars that littered the sky. “Hey (Y/N).”

“Hey Rin. I thought you were going to bed.” You felt him settle next to you, inches apart.

“What are we doing?” You could only shrug at the question. Simply repeating your words from earlier.

“I’m tired of this game. We’re together, but you don’t want a title. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“What if I changed my mind,” the words came out quietly and you hardly heard them.

“Wait are you serious?” You mentally cursed the way your voice came out overly excited. You were met with hands pulling you to sit on his lap.

“Remember when you said you were all in when I was,” you could only nod in response. The butterflies on your stomach make it hard to speak. “Well I’m ready.” He was hardly able to get the question out before your lips slammed into his. The exhaustion that previously consumed you, now replaced with newfound energy. 

“So is that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes at the lazy smile on his face. “Of course it is.” Before your lips found their way back to yours, a voice stopped you.

“Suna the simp.” It was Atsumu. With all of your friends watching the two of you from the window. You couldn’t help but laugh, a reaction not appreciated by your boyfriend who pushed you off of his lap. “I’m going to bed now.”

a/n: i dont have anything to say other than feel free to request and i’ll work my way through. Anon wanted to see suna simp and hopefully i accomplished that. This was fun and i hope it wasn’t too ooc. RULES

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuuwritersnet #suna rintaro x reader #suna imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #request

[infinityonhighvevo]

tagged by @and-the-glass-handed-kites thank you tyler xoxo

1. name: jean

2. gender: nonbinary

3. sign: pisces

4. height: legally, 5’4

5. time: 8:03 pm

6. birthday: feb 25

7. favorite bands: fall out boy, girl friday, the altogether, chef’special, KALEO, bears in trees, bastille, the mountain goats, mt joy, imagine dragons

8. favorite solo artists: patrick stump :), mitski, left at london, bishop briggs, CHIKA, charlie barnes, petal, avery chapman

9. song stuck in my head: potential breakup song (explicit) by aly and aj

10. last movie i watched: it’s a wonderful life

11. last show i watched: jeopardy :)

12. when i made this blog: march 2016

13. what i post: absolute jackshit it’s one third memes one third fob/charlie barnes/other music and one third mcelroys/polygon/bdg

14. last thing googled: shanghai circuit f1 (for research purposes)

15. any sideblogs?: yes. there are ten of them. they’re all listed here

16. do i get asks much?: not really, only when i ask for them/when i rb a game

17. why i chose this url: i am an ioh stan first and a human second but infinityonhigh was taken so i added vevo, the youtube music video company, because it made it official™

18. following: 907

19. followers: 514

20. average hours of sleep: like 8 or 9? i have no idea

21. lucky number: 2

22. do i play any instruments?: piano and tenor saxophone baby!

23. what i’m wearing: girl friday tshirt, coca cola boxers, one white kneehigh sock and one black knee high sock

24. dream job: something creative. i kinda wanna act i kinda wanna be in a band i kinda wanna write i kinda wanna live off of my podcast

25. dream trip: man fucking anywhere at this point i just want this damn pandemic to be OVER

26. favorite food: pasta

27. nationality: american

28. last book i read: oh man i do not remember it was probably some chekhov for class

29. favorite song: at the moment it is square by mitski but ask me tomorrow and it will be something else

30. favorite fictional universe: honestly? the carry on universe. rainbow rowell may be problematic i love those mf books and their world

tagging: @thecruciblegavemeyou @lovefooleds @weirdlittlegirls and @mutsugogo 💟

#jost (jean's post) #long post #an ask tag thing

[braintears]

❌ trigger warning for c/wns if you're scared of them!

also t/w for b*uises and a*use.

BASIC INFO:

😈 full name: jakko the jester.

👺 nicknames: jak, snowball, the royal frickup. (lol jk)

⭐ fun fact: he's an ablino!

👤 age: 21

🎩 Gender: male.

🌈 sexuality: home of sexual.

👽 species: human.

🔮 powers: none.

🚩languages Spoken: english.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

👢height: short for a guy, but taller than most women.

❄️ hair color: snow white but he wears a jester cowl/hat to cover it because he's totally self conscious about it.

👀 eye color: icy blue.

👻 skin color: an alabaster white.

👁 type of eyes: his eyes are sunken and sad but they are also big and doe-like.

💀 additional notes: his pupil's aren't black, they are a light blue.

🤡 face details: his face is covered in colorful makeup.

his lips are sparkly and dark blue.

though he has a pretty face, it's also covered in deep bruises and he almost always has black eyes. (this is caused by the lion tamer, my other oc who really isn't a good guy. i'mma make a bio for him one day.)

jakko also has long, feather like eyelashes.

👚 regular outfit: he wears a pink and blue body suit that has lots of glitter and big frills on the sleeves. he wears a jester cowl with big white bells connected to the three tassels. his shoes are heeled and they're two different colors. on his neck, he wears an extremely large ruffled clown color.

👗 sleepwear: he wears a real frilly and ruffly nightgown. it's pink and blue as well. he keeps his clown collar on when he wears it.

PERSONALITY:

💬 brief description: his personality is /very/ strong; he has lots and lots of emotions. he's also kind of obnoxious. the jester has a major addiction to sugar and anything sweet.

🐔 first impression: very intense, lots of energy. you may also think he's nervous because he's constantly moving and shaking; nearly buzzing and vibrating, but that's just his overload of energy and excitement.

🐥 once you get to know them: he'll probably bake you lots of sweets and never leave your side. he's loyal.

🐷 default expression: a wide, toothy smile.

🦆 alignment: chaotic good.

🦇 habits: talking real loud and jumping up and down.

🐛 intelligence: he's . . . not that bright. but he has a big heart so i guess it all works out!

SPEECH:

👾 voice description: it's loud and peppy sounding. he talks as if he's a children's t.v show host or a valley girl.

💉 swearing?: NEVER!

💭 do they think before they speak?: i don't even think he thinks at all.

LIFE:

🎀 occupation: being a full-time jester at the carnival!

💖 past reltionships: although he's very flirty, he really loves the lion tamer (he has stockholm syndrome) so he never really had a real relationship. that doesn't mean he's not open for shipping tho 👀.

INTERESTS:

💚 likes: cotton candy, making people happy, hugging people.

💔 dislikes: salt!

🍔 favorite food: cotton candy, hands down.

🐖 favorite animal: wolves!

🎨 favorite Color: either pink or blue.

🤢 least favorite food: seafood or anything savory or salty.

👿 least favorite animal: monkeys!

🖤 least favorite color: duh! black.

MISCELLANEOUS:

♫ songs that fits character's personality:

memory - cats ( the original, not that movie bullshit LOL)

bubblegum bitch- marina and the diamonds

lollipop - mika

theme from valley of the dolls - donnie warwick

the worse he treats me - little shop of horror's deleted song

linger - the cranberries

lovefool - the cardigans

carnival - the cardigans

walkin' on sunshine - katrina and the waves

life on mars - david bowie

bouncing off the walls - sugarcult

cough syrup - young the giant

masochism tango - tom lehrer

fool - cavetown

build me up buttercup - the foundations

sunshine, lollipops and rainbows - lesley gore

Aesthetic: pastel!

💖 HI GUYS, THANKS SOSOSO MUCH FOR READING!! I HOPE YOU LIKE MY FOOL !!

PLEASE COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANNA INTERACT W HIM !!! 💖

#bio rp #clown oc #oc #oc rp #roleplay #art #rp #rping #writing #literate rp

[voidselfshipp]

ALL the asks for my brother, Vega >:D

YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN W H A T

STILL GONNA DO IT BUT HOLY SHIT---

🎨 How would you describe your ship aesthetic? (Include a moodboard if you like!)

I gotta do a moodboard abt him but uh,spanish matador stuff,artsy things,paint all over shirts and roses(and sunflowers)

🎁 Have you and your FO(s) given each other any meaningful gifts, material or otherwise? What are they and why are they special?

Oh Man,Vega gave me a rodochrosite pendant for my necklace,its special bc its my country's National gemstone plus it is said it helps with creativity ,and I tried to get my hands on one of these for a while and I couldnt get it!and there comes Vega with it.

I gifted Him this portrait of himself bc OFC it took me ages to get it done realisticly since thats not my style,and he has it hanged on his shadaloo headquarters,behind the painting theres a note " Sos más precioso que el amanecer y el atardecer juntos" (youre more beautiful than the sunset and sunrise combined), its just a little reminder of even when he fails he is still perfect to me.

📖 Is there a quote/lyric that fits you and your FO(s)?

well I might as well put the whole song "You give love a bad name" or "Mama tells me I shouldnt bother,that I ought yo stick to another Man,a Man who surely deserves me,but I think you do" from lovefool

(Though I preffer the covers by Postmodern Jukebox)

🐚 What do you do to feel close to each other when you have to be apart?

Well I sometimes message him,or Grab his shirt,or talk as if he was there.

Well for him is either message or stare at the painting I gave him.

 🤗 How do you and your FO(s) express affection for each other? Do you tend to engage in PDA?

Vega is not full on on PDA bcs all shadaloo members Will tease the ever living hell out of him,but in home hes so clingy.

Arm around my waist,or a peck on the lips, he lays down on my chest and puts my hands on his hair,not caring if I have my hands busy.

🧗‍♂️ Are you and/or your FO(s) the adventurous types? What kind of adventures do you undergo together?

Im more of stay at home,but every now and then I go out with him and cause some trouble ;)

💋 What are the kisses you share typically like? What kind of kisses do you prefer? (eg. ‘good morning’ kiss, ‘i missed you’ kiss, kisses in the rain, etc.)

All kisses are good,but I love unexpected ones, im cooking?kiss, he is cleaning his claw? KISS.

😚 What was your first kiss with your FO(s) like?  How did you and your FO(s) react?

Oof,my first kiss with Vega was uh,kind of unexpected (of you read Bewitching Eyes youll know).

But since thats more of a fic than what really happened idk. (Though my first kiss with him was when he got all sad bc his narcissistic ass failed on something and he felt bad).

🧸 Do you have any items irl that remind you of your FO(s)?

Well that gemstone pendant,but I wanna get something proper!.

🍯 Do you and your FO (s) use pet names for each other?

Ooof yes! All in spanish...and theres Plenty of them!

📚 How do you spend your free time together? Do you usually go out or do you prefer to stay in?

Well I tend to stay at home,cuddles,movie or him hanging out while I paint.

💕 Would a stranger meeting you and your FO(s) for the first time be able to tell that you’re together? If so, how would they be able to tell?

HOOOO BOY when hes not in shadaloo he get so so clingy, he Will wrap himself around me and walk like that.

🥰 What was the first thing that attracted you to your FO(s)? What was the first thing that attracted them to you? Who fell first?

Oh Man....

So uh,what first attracted me to Vega was the fact that he was a spaniard ( I HAVE A TYPE)

And him...idk,people tend to tell me either my eyes or my personality so idk ?

OH AND I FELL FIRST TRUST ME.

🌱 How have you and your FO(s) changed each others’ lives?

Well, Vega does Keep stuff interesting around my other f/os so y'know, a bit of spice every now and then, but hes a fresh batch of air bc I dont usually go for fighting game f/os so its all New!.

And how I changed his life? Hmmm well i do see him acting just a tiny bit more humble,just a tiny bit bcs hes Vega,and he is starting to let himself be less harsh on himself .

🦒 Is there a height difference between you and your FO(s)? Do you have to make any accommodations because of this? (eg. pulling the other down to kiss them, the taller one lifting up the shorter one to reach high shelves, etc.)

Hes a tall boyo,and im 5'5 SO IMAGINE,but for everything he lifts me up.

😘 Which of you is the tease? Is the seduction a success? 

Vega is a tease,and ofc its a succes,im too in love and he knows it.

👀 Any spicy headcanons about your FO(s)/your relationship?

He has a hair pulling kink, I gotta disclose this, ELIZABETH THIS IS TEASING MATERIAL IM HANDING THIS TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATE.

Also loves plenty of hickeys (were no-one can see them).

🕯 How would you and your FO(s) pass the time if the power went out?

I sleep until it comed back up, so sleeping togheter!.

 💘 How did you and your FO(s) meet? What was your first interaction like? Was it love at first sight or did you take some time to warm up to each other?

I fell for him at first sight,he took some time but y'know ;) .

🤩 What do you most admire about your FO(s)? What do they admire most about you?

I admire his fighting skills, I CANNOT fight im too pacific for that( except when I get mad)

And idk what he admires about me...I should ask him (more like interrogate him) bc he wont admit shit.

I THINK ITS ALL OF THEM????????????

MAN THAT WAS A MOUTHFUL HOLY FUCK

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #my f/os #self shipping #self insert #self ship #f/os #f/o tag #f/o ask #ask #villain f/o #vega

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Malex:  -a burden in beautiful times: sick michael is restless (1k words) -a way to decide if the light is still red: michael had a breakdown, they have to call in alex (2.5k words) -and you will remove the space: a drunken reunion (3k words) -beautiful dreamer: isobel goes into alex’s dreams and gets more than she bargained for (1.7k, dream invading) -delinquents: clearly delinquents must be friends (high school setting, pre-canon, 1k words) -don’t lose your head: royalty au, michael is king and alex is a warrior (7k words, happy ending) -fixing this: it feels like the end, maria doesn’t plan on letting that happen (2k words, mentions of miluca, hopeful ending) -floating upon the surface: max walks in on them (1k words) -heaven in my view: liz walks in (1k word) -here’s your chance to be the hero: alex gets kidnapped (4k words) -i promise, i’ll be around: alex is willing to wait (6k words, mentions of miluca, happy ending) -i wanna be great: arturo plays matchmaker (1.2k words, happy ending) -my healing needed more than time: talking about the night in the shed (2k words) -romance me: alex needs a little romance (1.2k words) -safe inside your arms: someone remembered alex’s birthday (1.4k, pre-canon, absolute fluff) -show me how to lay my sword down: alex’s drunk confrontation (3.3k word, side m/m) -take me home when I’ve lost myself: 1x12 coda (1.5k word, panic attacks) -tastes like misery: alex remembers what could’ve been (1.4k, pre-canon, slightly nsfw) -the pieces you can’t put back: 1x13 coda, confrontation (1.5k word, mentions of m/m) -was it worth the fight?: alex and michael go on a first date (3.2k, mentions of m/m)        -a follow up: a talk with maria (2k) -way up here there’s galaxies: michael talking sweet (1.5k words, pre-canon) -weren’t we birds of a feather?: michael and alex follow a lead (2k word) -when the lights are out: michael wakes up in a panic (1k word, ptsd and panic attacks) -you make me lose my self control: kyle gets annoyed (2k words) -Untitled Malex: alex tells michael what he knows (1k words) -Untitled Malex: alex drunkenly calls michael (800 words) -Untitled Malex: hurt/comfort (1.5k words) -Untitled Malex: alex thinks too much about his dad (1.5k words) -Untitled Malex: alex spills about museum guy (1k words, pre-canon) -Untitled Malex: michael develops a crush (2k word, pre-canon) -Untitled Malex: re-telling of the conversation in 1x10 (800 word, canon-divergent)  -Untitled Malex: 1x13 coda, comfort (1k word)

Maribel/Mabel: -Lovefool: maria falls for someone she shouldn’t (mind reading, light mean girls au, 8k word) -someone has to bring you down to earth: isobel finds comfort in an unlikely place (1k words)

Rosabel: -stepping a little bit too close for comfort: isobel trying to figure rosa out (1.5k words, mentions of malex, noah-isn’t-in-control au)

Echo:  -New Girl in Town: there’s a new watcher (buffy au, 2k) Gen: -can’t put my faith in what i can’t describe: isobel discovers Michael's weakness (2.3k words, all talk about malex, pre-canon) -heaven, ever slowly, got the point: isobel needs a little help (1.2l) -i run my hands through what’s left: isobel comforts michael (1.7k, mentions of miluca + malex) -just a girl: liz sees a different side of isobel (high school snippet, 1.6k words) -this will be the last time: alex loses will to live, someone helps (1.5k, homophobic language, violence)  -the secret of happiness: alex and maria talk it out (2k, mentions of malex + miluca) -when you’re ready: liz is pregnant and goes to kyle for help (1k, mentions of echo) -Untitled Alex+Liz: comfort city (1.5k words, admittedly a shitshow, mentions of malex and echo) -Untitled Max+Michael: discussing their relationship issues (700 words, mentions of malex and echo) -Untitled Isobel, Max, + Michael: comforting max (1.5k word, mentions of echo) -Untitled Kyle+Michael: bonding (1k word, malex if you squint) -Untitled Kyle+Max: bonding (1.5k word, mentions of echo)

Multi-Part Fics: -i’ve only kissed out of fear: a malex secret marriage au (part one, part two, part three, part four) [ao3] -moirai: michael finds a baby (part one, part two, part three, part four, part five) [ao3] -So Much Better: maribel legally blonde au (part one, part two) [ao3] -in some other life: michael accidentally builds an alternate reality portal (part one) [ao3] Blurbs (very short, usual fluff, no-plot fics under 1k): -Armor: Rosa & Alex -Cheer Up: Malex (500) -Couples Counseling: Malex -Girls’ Night?: Isobel & Liz (500 words)  -Hair Troubles: Malex (300) -I Love You: Malex (700) -Just Like Me: Michael Guerin + Mimi Deluca (700 words) -Kiss It Better: Malex (600 words) -Mr. Brightside: Malex (400 words) -Mr. Ortecho: Echo  -Monopoly: Malex  -Post Reunion Kiss: Malex -Ready For Takeoff: Malex (500 words) -Rocky Horror: Malex, Alex&Maria -Skirt: Malex (400+600) -Smallville Theme Song: Malex, Kyle&Alex  -Theorizing: Malex (500) -Vegas: Malex

#i didn't realize how much untitled shit i had #one day i might actually title them #probably not #masterlist #malex #malex fic #maribel fic #maribel #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #roswell nm #roswell nm fic #roswell nm masterlist #roswell new mexico masterlist #i will keep this updated

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lovefool [1/6] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut (right at the beginning and some more towards the end of the beginning but none after that!)

summary: your boyfriend's pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.

word count: 4k - this story will have around 3 or 4 parts. (six parts + drabbles)

warnings: IDK how to write smut ok so yes pretty wild of me to begin w it. oc is very insecure and jealous, oc and yuna are passive aggressive towards each other and jungkook is trying his best, also, long platinum blonde haired tattoo artist jungkook w his beautiful sleeve tattoo.

note: please note that this is one of my first attempts at fan fiction writing and it’s not very polished. i will be editing it in the near future, some scenes are rushed and i have not managed to fill in the gaps yet. the plot remains the same but i’ll definitely add more dialogue. thanks for reading luvs! It's edited!

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Jungkook ran his fingertips across your clothed collarbone, "I love this turtleneck on you."

You knew that, you smile. You were checking yourself out in Jungkook’s room when your gorgeous boyfriend decided he wanted to play.

His other hand travels down to your tummy from your shoulder, pressing your back closer against his abs. You gently tilt your head back and rest it on his chest. He caresses your neck and chest while simultaneously rubbing his palm in circular motions on your stomach and leans his head down to your neck, peppering kisses along your jawline.

Your arms awkwardly hang at your sides, hands clenched into fists. Your face is probably redder than a strawberry at this point, you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand. He cups your tits and toys with your nipples.

You grind back on his crotch, making him breathe out a low-pitched moan.

He stops playing your breasts for a quick second to tuck your hair behind your ears, "You know, we have around thirty minutes before she gets here. Will you let me eat you out?"

You’re embarrassed by how wet Jungkook got you just by a little softcore groping.

Jungkook grabs your tits a little harsher this time, your small gasps and moans of appreciation encourage him.

"Hm, yea..." You squeeze your thighs together as tightly as you could.

His large hand slides down from your stomach to your thighs, lifting your pleated tennis skirt up. He gawks at your reflection in the mirror in front of you, "Babe, fuck, you have no panties on?"

At this, you’re a little flushed and you look at him wide eyed, accusing him, "You were the one who asked me to not wear them...!"

"Well- I don't- I didn't expect you to actually not wear them..." Jungkook almost whines out.

You could see his ears turning red, he's so shy he barely makes any eye contact with you.

That's Jungkook for you. He really could switch up just like that.

You giggled for a good two seconds before he suddenly palms your cunt making you abruptly stop, "Do you wanna take this to the bed or the beanbag?"

"I'm thinking, you don’t have clean sheets so- wow... the beanbag?" You lean back into him further, knees buckling from the sudden pressure he applies on your pussy.

His cold finger inserts itself in between your lips, brushing gently against your clit. He moans in your ear and kisses it making you tremble.

He wants you to look at him through the mirror but you’re too shy.

The cold air and Jungkook all over you is certainly a combination you can get used to.

You're about to detach from him and crawl to his beanbag chair, because you doubted you had the energy to walk immediately, when your doorbell rang four times, consecutively. Your heart fucking dropped into your stomach.

It’s her and of course, she's early.

Jungkook can kiss his kinky night goodbye. You were finally gonna let him tie you up tonight.

You don't like her a whole lot and Jungkook knows that.

You and she were acquaintances and almost friends before you started dating her best friend. You first met her in the restaurant across from Jungkook’s tattoo store (he doesn’t own it, he just works there part time for now). You exchanged numbers and ran into each other at the restaurant frequently, despite of which neither of you of you initiated a proper conversation over text.

You found her very beautiful, you still do. After a month or two, you ran into Jungkook and Yuna at the local grocery store and had thought they were in a relationship or something of that sort. But then Jungkook didn't waste any time asking you out, debunking that previous thought. He had begged Yuna to introduce you.

You don't know if it was some unrequited crush or whether they had a romantic history, but you weren’t keen on wanting to find out either. It doesn't matter because Jungkook has told you he likes you and you only. But now, from time to time, you're starting to really question it. Nothing, in particular, points to confirm that theory, it’s just some good old overthinking and jealousy.

Jungkook cursed staring down at his hard on. There’s absolutely no way he could get rid of it before Yuna asks for him.

You sighed, "I'll get the door, go grab jeans or something other than sweats and I'll change after you're done." You didn't wait for him to respond and hurried into his kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe your thighs and your (now) dry cunt. You washed your hands and calmly walked to open the door.

Five, four, three, two, one, you count down before you answered.

"Oh, _____, hey,” you were greeted by a smiling Yuna. “I didn't think you'd be here so soon!"

Pfft sure you didn’t.

You wouldn’t dare mistake her smile for genuine kindness.

"Hi, Yu."

...

...

"Why are you standing by the door? Where's Yuna?" Jungkook's voice startles you. "Right here!" Yuna steps right in, unintentionally pushing you back (but you don’t believe it to be accidental).

You move to the side and hold the door open for her majesty, trying not to slam it on her fingers while she makes herself comfortable, switching from her shoes to her home slippers.

Yes, she has designated slippers at Jungkook’s place. YOU don’t have designated slippers but you’re currently making a mental note to buy adorable, fuzzy slippers for yourself. Maybe you can even get matching ones for you and your boyfriend. And they’re going to look prettier than Yuna’s stupid lilac slippers!

She didn't bother putting her shoes on the shoe rack where they’re supposed to go and ran to YOUR boyfriend, hugging the life out of him, "It's been too long since I last hung out with you!"

Even though she saw him last week!

You bite the insides of your cheek and angrily set her stupid little shoes on the rack. Her feet are smaller than yours despite her being taller than you.

"Oh, are you that happy to see me?" Yuna jokes (or you hope she does) briefly eyeing his trousers.

Your mouth slightly drops open. You’re not having a good day. You understand she's his best friend but GOD, his girlfriend's RIGHT HERE. You could see the shame and terror on Jungkook’s face. He awkwardly laughs it off.

Jungkook knows he's in a little pickle, but it isn’t his fault Yuna joked about it in front of you! He doesn’t control her, contrary to popular belief.

Also, he totally blames his hot girlfriend (that’s you) for getting him all riled up in the first place.

He also knows Yuna was never really a fan of any of his girlfriends, not just you, but you were so much different than his previous girlfriends and Yuna was literally the one to introduce the two of you. And he knows you think Yuna likes him more than a person would like a friend and although he thinks that it's just your insecurity projecting, he wouldn't dare tell you that at the risk of it coming off the wrong way.

Now that it was getting closer to the semester's end, there wasn't a lot of free time before the exams and Jungkook is supposed to leave for a month to see his parents right after the assessment tests.

This was his last free weekend before he began to prep for his exams and he was in his fourth and final year of business school.

You were still in your first year and your workload was a bit lighter. You offered to hang around and help Jungkook, but you always end up distracting him.

You then came to a mutual decision to only text during his study break and meet only after his exams, right before he leaves for Busan.

Although, it sounds a tad extreme to not hang out at all, it’s not set in stone or anything. You’re free to walk in anytime you want to and vice versa but you’d rather him not travel and waste his time.

With that being discussed, this was YOUR time with Jungkook. YOUR weekend. You hate that you had to share him with his best friend, who has obviously gotten more time with him than you have.

However, you’re too timid to bring this up. Not wanting to be the type of controlling girlfriend who forbids her boyfriend from seeing his girl best friend for no real reason, you sit back and watch Yuna do what she wanted. That’d just be embarrassing. You secretly expected him to send her away himself but he’s too nice for that.

You don’t understand the dynamics of friends who are as close as the two, you’ve never had a friend who stuck by for that long.

Those two on the other hand, they grew up together, their parents probably planned their wedding and you’ve read too many ‘best friends to lovers’ trope stories.

You had tuned out the two friends' bickering, lost in your own thoughts of wringing both their necks. Not really, but yes.

Sometimes, you genuinely feel like you're third wheeling. You suppose it's normal to feel that way, considering your insecure and jealous nature, and they are really, very close after all. However, you are his girlfriend. It's ridiculous of you to expect him to choose between you two. You don't really want that either, you just feel really left out.

You're still crouched in front of the little shelf, and you hear Yuna announce that she was going to defrost and heat the pizza for them and make spaghetti for you because you don't like pizza (bite me).

You hate that she’s acting considerate. That was so unnecessary. You could do pizza but no, Miss. I’m The Perfect Girl Best Friend just had to rise above!

Jungkook finds you kneeling by the door and crouches next to you. You look at him over your shoulder. He ruffles your hair and pulls you up with him. You scoff.

He thinks you're adorable. He likes you so much it's almost creepy. He peeks from behind the wall, eyeing Yuna in the kitchen before he has his attention back on you.

You were now stood up with your arms crossed under your breasts. You looked so pretty when you're trying to be all stoic. He can already tell you weren't going to speak to him properly for the entire day. You knew Yuna was going to be here, you didn't even object to it, yet you were mad about it.

Girls, he thinks.

"Are you upse-"

"No," you cut him off. He chuckled at your squinted eyes.

You pressed your thighs together, shifting around a little and it dawned on him that you were still very naked under your tiny skirt. He wanted to do nothing more than lift your leg up over his shoulder and screw you. Or wait, maybe-

He drops down to his knees and lifts your skirt up. "Wait, wuh-", "Sh. It's going to take a while for her to get the pizzas heated, the oven is pretty old."

Oh?

Oh.

Oh, he’s good.

>:)

Jungkook kisses up your thighs while gently lifting your leg over his shoulder, giving him a lovely view of your pussy. You’re curiously staring down at him, very aware of a possible double chin forming so you quickly look up at his ceiling, taking a deep breath. He takes in your enticing scent. He wants to drink you.

Jungkook, not taking his eyes off your pussy, pushes your lips apart with two of his cold fingers. Your palm pushes against the wall, supporting your stance while your other hand paws at your tits.

Your eyes are now tightly shut, awaiting the bliss you’re about to be in. You can feel him breathing on your clit.

Jungkook is this close to putting his tongue directly on your clit when you hear a screech coming from the kitchen.

Jungkook drops his head on the leg you currently stood on and kisses your thigh as to apologize for stopping.

Yuna has the worst timing.

Or perhaps the best? For her,that is.

You’re not supposed to be fucking with someone else in the room, so you guess that’s fair. It’s still annoying.

You’ve given up at this point too. You might as well wear panties and a bra because you’re way past being aroused.

You put yourself together and stumble into Jungkook’s bedroom. You’re so agitated that you want to break down.

By the time you’ve changed into fresh underwear, Yuna and Jungkook had already set up the table. You spot yourself in the mirror looking visibly upset. It’s like you had a permanently frowny, wrinkled up face. You stretch your forehead and cheeks, but you can’t help but pout. You felt clingy and selfish. And rude.

You walk into Yuna admiring Jungkook’s sleeve tattoo as if she wasn’t there when it was done.

PFFT!

It just looks wrong to you but also personal enough to not interrupt them. She was smiling up at him, tracing his tattoos making him giggle like a toddler.

>:(

Neither of them noticed you quietly glaring at the scene unfolding in front of you.

You look down and your hands and crack your knuckles, immediately catching Jungkook’s attention, “Hello, gorgeous. You sure took your own sweet time in there, hm?”

You don’t know what that was supposed to mean but you were sensitive at this moment, and it was hard to handle his teasing insinuations.

You feel childish. Taking a small breath, you saunter over to the pair and look up at them, “Sooo, what’d I miss?”

“Well, Jungkook was just about to show off his new tattoo. I think this is the first time you got one without my knowledge, isn’t it?” she smiles.

Oh? You raise your brows and smile uncomfortably, looking up at Jungkook. His smile briefly falters but he catches himself, “Right! You’re going to love this one, kid.” He raises his bare arm up to his chest, flashing his recently tattooed wrist to the two of you.

You were unsure about who he was referring to.

Barely covering two inches of his skin is a beautiful design that you’ve seen quite a lot. It’s a stick and poke tattoo of a crescent moon with an eye in the centre, beside the moon. You do love it. You’ve seen it on a sticky note on his laptop, in his notebook and even on his fridge.

You open your mouth to admire his body art when you get cut off by Yuna’s sweet voice, “Oh, my gosh, Kook! That’s my design, isn’t it? It looks so wonderful on your arm. I’m so honoured!”

And just like that, your genuine smile and happiness turns into one of contempt.

Yuna has grabbed onto his arm, and she turns to you, “_____, what do you think?”

Jungkook looks at you, eagerly waiting for your praise. Yuna has a victorious and satisfied smile on her face, and you can’t tell if that’s aimed at your unsettlement or the idea of being a permanent part of Jungkook through this tattoo, or both.

“Well, it’s obviously symbolic. I think it’s lovely, as well.” You stutter out.

Jungkook doesn’t catch on to the insincerity and if Yuna does, she doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the pretty girl jumps up to hug your boyfriend tight. For the second time in a matter of not even an hour.

You scratch the back of your neck, the action which Jungkook immediately identifies as a nervous tick.

“I’ll get the beers and wine before the food goes cold!” Yuna gives him a kiss on the cheek and runs off to the fridge.

Once again, which one of you is his girlfriend? She sure acts like it's her.

He then turns to you.

“Baby?” He pulls you into a hug. You can smell her perfume on him, and you feel like an angry dog whose owner betrayed her by petting other dogs.

“Do you feel okay? I’m sorry we were interrupted, I promise we’ll spend the rest of the weekend together, okay?” He whispers.

He has you smushed against his chest. You hear Yuna setting the glasses and bottles on the table beside you.

Jungkook pulls back and pecks your lips and forehead. You blush instantly. You’re a weak woman.

You cover your hands with your knitted sweater sleeves. You’re going to behave because your boyfriend promised himself to you for the entire weekend.

You’re once again adding mental notes about what you need to wear and do. Maybe you can bake together, Jungkook loves eating your baked goods. Maybe you can make his favourite Madeleines and raspberry croissants or maybe a mini cake or muffins. You were planning to bake him tea cakes and cookies to snack on during his study break anyway. Not ones that are too sweet, of course. Your boyfriend has quite the sweet tooth and you don’t want him to stuff himself.

Two hours into your lunch date, you’re now watching an anime that you don’t really understand because you’re just watching from where Jungkook and Yuna left off, but you don’t mind it.

You’re currently cuddled up to your boyfriend, sharing a blanket. His arm is wrapped around you and his other hand is placed on your knee that’s over his thighs. Jungkook and Yuna keep talking and laughing at their inside jokes, but you don’t really care. You’re all tired out.

Yuna suddenly pauses the movie and turns to your boyfriend. She ignores the position you’re in, “I was supposed to start with this but your little tribute to me totally made me forget.”

She was referring to his tattoo, of course. You had to force yourself to not roll your eyes. “Tell us, what’s up?” Your boyfriend now has all his attention directed towards his friend.

She breathed out and spoke, “What if I told you I got Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok to free up their schedules for the weekend?”

...

Oh, c’mon. Not this. Not now.

“Weekend…? This weekend? I haven’t seen them in months!” Your boyfriend exclaims.

“Hear me out! I have a cabin booked for the whole group for the next two days, there are activities like that thing you like? What is it? Bungee jumping. And hand gliding and like a bunch of water sports! It’s all paid for; all you have to do is bring yourself and your car, of course,” she sounds very enthusiastic. Yuna sounds like a saleswoman at this point.

You almost feel bad for her. You and Jungkook were having a replenishing date weekend after all. You looked up at Jungkook and found him already staring right at you.

Oh? Oh. Oh, no.

You had dibs on Jungkook!

You already know what’s going to happen and your smile fades.

“No, you- but you told me we’d spend all weekend together...” You scrunch your brows together and push yourself off of him and sit upright.

“Babe, you know I haven’t seen my hyungs in over a year! Not even on my birthday-”, “Jungkook, you already told me you’d be-” You begin but he cuts you off before you could complain, “_____, this is probably the only free time they’ll get. You have me here after that!”

Not for a whole two months you don't!

“I do not and you know that. You leave for Busan on the day of your last test. I want to be with you.” You pout.

There was a moment of silence following your protest. Yuna sat and stared at Jungkook with hopeful eyes. You really hate how beautiful she is. “I’ll text you about it later.”

And with that, it was decided, you already knew what his answer would be.

Yuna nods with a look of satisfaction flashing on her face. You silently continue watching their stupid show, except this time you kept your hands and feet to yourself. Your mind wandered off and you’re considering asking Yuna if you could tag along. Even though you think it’d be a tiny bit awkward, not too overpoweringly so, with their friends and you not knowing any of them well enough, it’s worth a try.

Even though you’re not the best of friends or even acquaintances anymore, you don’t believe she’d be mean enough to steal your boyfriend away from you when you’re clearly unhappy with it. Soon, you get to the end of the evening.

While Jungkook washes and dries the dishes, Yuna clears the table. They look more like a couple to you than you and Jungkook at this point. And now you’re desperate. You approach the dining table with a random spring scented candle to place it in the centre.

Yuna side eyes you while you build up the courage to speak to her. After all, you’ve never felt the need to put any effort into building a friendship with a woman who never liked you.

You linger for a bit longer when Yuna swiftly turns to you, “Spit it out. I know you have something to say to me.”

You’ve never heard her speak with such distaste. It almost scared you. If you weren’t as scared, you’d definitely be annoyed now. But you need a favour from her. So, you push those emotions aside and wear your big girl panties.

“I was wondering, you know, if I could tag along with you guys. Jungkook and I really haven’t been able to see each other lately. I’ve already met Jin and Jimin and even Tae, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too awkward if I’m there.” you play with the hem of your sweater.

Yuna stops wiping the table to stare you down.

She sighed deeply, “I’m going to be very blunt with you right now- if I’m honest, I can tell you that this is more of a personal trip for the old group to get together for once. I’m bluntly telling you that I really don’t think it’d be fun for Jungkook if you were there to keep nagging him, you know? He’d be with you more than with his friends whom he hasn’t seen for months.”

“Yeah, babe.” Comes your boyfriend’s voice from behind you, “It’s a bunch of outdoor activities they have planned. It doesn’t make sense for you to join us. I know you’re a homebody.”

You aren't sure if he even heard her.

But, you felt cornered. How do you argue with that? You’ve never been good with your words and now you have two people disagreeing with you. More than that, it’s embarrassing. Your own boyfriend refuses to spend time with you instead opting to get far away from you for the weekend. Your lips are almost trembling, but you conceal your disappointment and pain with a closed lip smile.

In Jungkook’s defence, he really didn’t want you to bore yourself and do things you’re not keen on like water sports or ziplining. He’d certainly love to take you on a trip someday, something that you’d enjoy with him and him only.

You stare at the two friends. “Fine, yeah. You’re not wrong.”

“Yes, see, you get it! She gets it, she’s okay, Kook!” Yuna exclaimed.

“Okay, then. I’ll probably leave now, sorry I’m not much help around here today.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it, Kookie and I have it all under control,” Yuna puts her arm around your shoulder.

You still can’t tell if she’s being passive aggressive or if she really means no harm and is comforting you.

You force out a small sound of approval before disappearing into Jungkook’s room to retrieve your backpack filled with pretty undergarments and clothes that Jungkook liked best on you.

Jungkook swears he could hear you stomp to his room.

The door to his room opens quietly and Jungkook walks up to you hugging you from the back and attacking your neck with kisses. You roughly pry his stupidly beautiful, sticky hands away from your body, “I really don’t feel like speaking to you tonight”

“Hey, hey, don’t be that way. You can’t leave when you’re upset. Let me drive you back to your dorm?” He doesn’t let go of your hand.

Usually, you’d get goosebumps by the smallest touches, but you can’t be bothered at the moment.

You’ve gone into this deep cycle of retracing your actions and words towards Jungkook that might be the reason for him to choose Yuna over you.

You yank your hand away, informing him you’d be more comfortable taking a bus back home.

You reasoned with him by telling him he’d need to rest for his long drive tomorrow.

You tried your best to disguise your disappointment but you’re pretty sure both Yuna and Jungkook are aware of your feelings.

Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave before he kissed you properly.

This was the first time you didn’t reciprocate it.

#jungkook angst #jungkook x oc #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fic #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader

[not-juno-moved]

tagged by @mtndewfucker to answer 17 questions & then tag 17 people you wanna get to know better

nickname: juno!

zodiac sign: leo

height: 5’2-5’4

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last thing I googled: how to make scallion pancakes

song stuck in my head: still by seinabo sey bc of newgirl

following & followers: 400+ and 812

amount I sleep: ive been sleeping 2 hours a night BUT IM WORKING ON IT

lucky number(s): 19

dream job: idk still figuring out life

wearing: shorts and no shirt

favourite song(s): beef flomix by flo milli, ily by surf mesa, lovefool by the cardigans

random fact: did circus daycamp three years in a row so i know how to trapeze and ride a unicycle

favourite authors: im too sexy to read

favourite animal noises: cats

aesthetic: currently? prep w/ heart glasses and short hair

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