#meanwhile kids were back in my class the next day like nothing happened

[orthopoogle]

To be brutally honest, a lot of the issues with public school are because of parents. Negligent parents don’t give a shit when they get a phone call about their kid cussing out a classmate or throwing a chair, but they sure as hell care when they hear their precious baby got recess time taken away for acting up in class. Problem kids don’t care about getting sent to the office or being put in ISS, because to them, it’s a free vacation out of the classroom, and their parents don’t hold them accountable for their behavior, so they’re not scared about consequences at home, either. So then, teachers are facing pressure from “customer service mindset” admin to “handle it on their own,” which means teachers are having to constantly stop what we’re doing every five seconds to address behaviors instead of actually getting to teach the rest of the kids who do want to learn and get their work done, which ultimately puts everyone behind.

#it’s admin too tbh #in my school last year I saw two students get into a fight out of the blue from across the classroom #I called admin to come take them out #the AP emailed me later on all ‘’well what were YOU doing when this happened?’’ #basically passing the blame onto me lol #apparently I’m supposed to have magic powers to physically control each kids at all times from every point in the room #meanwhile kids were back in my class the next day like nothing happened #parents were called and did not care #although one of the kids’ parents had called the office about me taking their kid’s recess time away another time #and I got in trouble for that #so basically these kids are learning they can do whatever they want with no consequences #whatever I’m done with teaching after this year #no one gives a shit about solving any of the real issues. I’m done!

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Hello Sunshine Part. 2

Alright everyone! Here is part. 2! I’m happy that everyone is enjoying this! It means so much to me! 

And I know I promised smut, and its coming!

Summary: Y/N and Dani are close to getting Lloyd back, and meanwhile...

Lloyd is still getting his ass kicked, for not telling where his wife is. 

Lloyd Hansen x Assasin Reader Y/N Hansen. 

Warnings:  There is slight punching, cursing in this chapter. 

Before I leave, I just wanted to thank the following: 

@princessofdarkwinter for always letting me talk about my ideas and being my main beta! love you babe!

@afriendlyblackhottie and because shes’s awesome and I love her! Thank you babe!

@maroonsunrise83 just being you and letting me give you sneaky peeks.

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The ride to Lyon was long and tiring. You drove the first half, and Dani took over the rest of the way. You video called your aunt to check on your two children. They were smiling and having fun, not knowing what had happened to their father. Daisy had her two bottom teeth showing, and you lost it. You wished you were there, but you had a job to do, and that was to bring their father home.

Your five-month-old Daisy was getting bigger, and her features were starting to look more like you.

"Y/N?" You heard Dani call for you, disrupting your thoughts.

"Yes?" You answered.

"I've been meaning to ask you since I've been afraid to ask-"

You knew what she was going to say, and you sighed.

"Why Lloyd?" You answered.

"I mean, yeah, I don't want to sound like a bitch because I still cannot see why you do love him-"

"Dani, it's fine. I get this question all the time. Especially Fitz." You said.

"Even Fitz too?" Dani asked, and you nodded.

"Yes, even him. Anyways to answer your question, it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. Lloyd wasn't as big of an asshole five years ago. " You started.

"I find that hard to believe," Dani said, laughing.

"I know, right? On a scholarship, Lloyd was a football player for Harvard in Boston. And I was a double major in business and strategy. I was forced to come to a birthday party at a bar one night, and that's where I met him."

"Ahh, yes, I remember that night. But I didn't know that's when you met Lloyd." Dani said.

"Yea, but nothing came out of it until Suzanne the next day at one of our classes came up to me and started talking shit. Lloyd came to rescue me."

"Oh, I see."

"Yea, but you know Suzanne never liked me because I was the quiet one, and I did better than her. She was the party girl."

"Yea, I know. Didn't she almost destroy you?"

"Yeah, she almost did. Suzanne accused me of cheating on the finals. I proved her wrong, and I was able to graduate. Lloyd has been trying to get me to go out with him during that time. And I always turned him down, until one day, I came home to my doorway full of flowers." You said, smiling at the thought.

"Let me guess, and you finally caved?" Dani asked.

"Yes, I did cave. You said. And the rest is history."

"Yea, what about him getting kicked out of the CIA? Wouldn't that have damaged your relationship with him?"

"Yea, it could have. But I loved him too much. He even asked me to break up with him. And I said no, just because we do things differently, and his anger issues? I still see the Lloyd that I love. And that was it for him."

"I still can't believe you guys. He's put you through hell, and still, you love him. You even left him." Dani said in disappointment.

"I know, people will think I'm an idiot for returning to him. But he proved to me that he was sorry. He loves his kids, and I can't take that away. Before he left for Prague, something in him snapped, and he became the man I fell in love with." You said with a long sigh.

"Just be thankful. I still love you." Dani said, turning towards you and smiling.

"And thank you for that. I know it's not easy being with me, but I thank you for all you've done and believing in me and always looking out for me." You said.

"Look, I know Lloyd, and I don't see eye to eye because he works in the private sector and does things that I disagree with, but I can see his love for you. He's a different person when you're around or when your name is mentioned." Dani said.

"Alright, enough with the sap. You asked. What do we know about Suzanne? The last time I spoke to her, she said Lyon. That's where we are going. Did you get any more information?"

"Well, I know Suzanne is staying somewhere in the city. And she has men with her at all times." Dani said. You sighed and leaned back.

"She and Denny have an apartment close to the city center. It's the top floor." You said.

Dani looked towards you. "Wait, you know this?"

"Yea, I know this because I've been there when Lloyd and I were on vacation." 

**

"Suzanne, I just want to know... why in the fuck is it hard to get it out of him or to track down his precious little wife?!"

"Look, getting Lloyd wasn't easy, okay! But with the wife? Do you know she's even harder to get? It's why she's the Black Cat. She's invisible and impossible to kill."

"Suzanne, have you thought about the kids?"

"Yes and the answer to that is no. I know it’s Y/N’s weakness and the same for Lloyd. But I refuse to get children involved in this mess. This is between us and them, not the children. I'll get it out of him one way or another. You have my word." Suzanne said and hung up the phone.

Her thoughts went to Denny, her companion, and her love. She wished that he was here and to guide her. Yes, they were always against each other, but that was the beauty of their relationship.

The day you put that stunt in Berlin, minutes before Denny died in front of her, she promised him that she would bring you down.

And that's what she's going to do. Lloyd may be strong, but she will find a way to get the intel out of him and finally get you out of the way.

**

"Jesus!" Lloyd yelled as his eyes shot wide open to see that one of Suzanne's minions stood over him. His cheek burned from the slap on his face.

"That hurt!" Lloyd growled, and the man laughed. Lloyd blinked a few times and tried to see who was in front of him.

"You know, I could go on. But like what the old man said, we need you alive. So when your wife comes, we can get the intel from both of you and we will then have fun getting to kill both of you." The man said. Lloyd bit the side of his cheek and blinked a few times to get a clear image. Once things went clear, Lloyd noticed that it was Sierra Four.

Rolling his eyes, Lloyd sighed and smiled.

"Sierra Four, right?" Lloyd asked, winking. Four groaned and put pressure onto Lloyd's wound on his hand.

"Yes, that's me. Suzanne sent me, to  you know, knock some sense into you. You know where to find your wife. Now tell me where she is, and you will live." Four said.

"Suzanne, I know you're watching! The hell I would tell you about her whereabouts, even if I knew. I still won't tell you!" Lloyd yelled, knowing that she was watching.

"Oooph-" Lloyd moaned as he got punched in the stomach and Suzanne stabbed him in the shoulders.

"We can keep going, Lloyd Hansen. You know, your wife is hard to find. That's why you're here." Four said, grabbing Lloyd by his collar.

"Sierra Four, convicted murder at a bar in Florida? Fitz picked you up, trained you, and Six? Then both of you went to mia and started working in the private sector. How's that going for you?"

"Why are you asking-"

"Because you, my friend, can't even do your job right. You made a fatal error in Thailand that almost killed you and Six. So that's why you're here." Lloyd mocked.

Four glared at Lloyd, then let go of his shirt. Lloyd watched as he placed his hands on his hips and turned around.

"What's the matter, Four? Did I hit something? Because I can go on and on, you know, I know all about why you went to prison and did what you did. Just like Six, you killed your father because-"

Before he could finish, Four growled and laid a punch towards Lloyd but was able to dodge his punch, and Lloyd threw his head forward and smashed his nose.

"The fuck Lloyd!" Four yelled as he stumbled back holding his face.

"Alright, that's enough!" Lloyd heard Suzanne's annoying voice emerging from the background. Lloyd looked to the corner to see Suzanne walking with her minions.

"Oh, nice of you to show up, Suzanne," Lloyd said, smiling.

"Four get out, the rest of you, untie him and bring him upstairs."

"Ooo! Are we going on a field trip, Mrs. Brewer?" Lloyd asked like he was a five-year-old.

"Yea, to get you patched up. The old man wants to see you." Suzanne said and walked out of the room.

**

Just an hour ago, Suzanne and her minions left the apartment building and headed out. Stretching your tired muscles, you looked at your computer screen, watching for any movement. With the tracking device that Dani could put in the car, she was scoping out earlier.

So far, the car is still traveling. But something had caught your attention. A black van that was following Suzanne's car. You looked at the images and noticed someone getting pushed into the vehicle.

With each image, you put the pieces together. You noticed a white and dark blue button-up shirt, blue pants, blue loafers, and his hair slicked back. The image was a bit blurry, but that was him. Your heart stopped, and you knew who it was.

Your hand touched the screen, and a small tear came down your face.

"I'm coming, asshole. You whispered. Your sunshine is coming."

Beep

Your phone buzzed, distracting you from your thoughts. You looked down to see that it was from Dani. You picked it up and placed it on the speaker.

Y/N: Anything yet?

Dani: Well, I'm glad you asked because the footage you see now? It's delayed by 20 minutes. I'm at the castle-"

Y/N: The Château de Chantilly. That's where Denny and Suzanne do their dirty work. Their dealings with diplomats kill and torture their victims. Dani, Lloyd is-

Dani: I know. I saw him getting out of the car. He looks pretty bad.

Y/N: Fuck! Okay, I'll meet you there tomorrow morning. Did you need anything? Food, clothes?

Dani: Yes, mom! And tomorrow I will meet with Margaret. She will give us the supplies we need.

You smiled at her comment, knowing you have that motherly instinct just because you're a ruthless assassin.

Y/N: That sounds good. Stay safe, Dani, and I'll see you tomorrow.

After you hung up, you got up and headed towards the bedroom. Turning on the lights, you looked around the room and landed on what you were looking for. In front of you was something you hadn't seen since becoming a mother.

Walking towards the bed, you ran your hands around the outfit. Black leather pants, a tank top with the belt that holds as many weapons as possible, and your beloved stiletto black Louboutin Heels.

According to Lloyd, your outfit makes his dick hard.

Then looking to the side were two black boxes—one with your name and one that belonged to Lloyd. You went to Lloyd's and opened it. There laid his beloved gun, Desert Eagle, with a silencer. It was a gift from you, on your anniversary of being married. You laughed at that thought, thinking of how in the world you married Lloyd.

Yes, you saw something in him, that no one knows. A good father, best sex you ever had, and how smart he is.

You quickly closed it and sighed. Then heading back to the living room, you went to grab your phone and searched for a specific number. Once you found it, you dialed the number, and it picked up on the second ring.

"Wendy's Cafe and Pastries. How can I assist you?"

"Are strawberries in season?"

"They are, with sweet pastry cream. Is there an order you like?"

"No, just wondering. Margaret, I need a favor."

"Anything, what is it?"

"I have some intel on two assets, more like a few more. And I need you to leak it.”

#lloyd hansen #Lloyd Hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #chris evans character fanfiction

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 22

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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My fist hits the boxing bag, moving the whole thing forwards while making the chains that hold it sound loud. I only stop after I hear Melanie cheer me up on my back.

After overthinking all these days being closed inside my house and only leaving it to go grocery shopping or to work, I decided to join them in one of their kickboxing classes. And I'll say they were right, I needed to do this.

—I don't wanna be the person that made you so mad —Soo jokes.

If only she knew it was her brother.

It's been a week since we argued. No calls, no messages, nothing. He totally disappeared after everything that happened the last time we saw each other, which leads to me not knowing anything about him.

Even if I don't really blame him for keeping some distance, I'm still annoyed over the fact that Jungkook didn't try to reach out to me. And if he's waiting for me to take the first step and call him first, he'll die waiting.

—Yeah, you've looked off these few days —unlike our two other friends, Tammy keeps her serious expression—. Is everything alright?

Obviously I can't tell them I'm pissed because of Jungkook. Not only because we both agreed that no one should know about our thing, but because I don't want to deal with the amount of questions that would come right after me opening my mouth.

—It's nothing —I answer, my breath shaking because of the exercise I pushed my body to—. Just a lot of stress lately.

—If you need to talk about it, do it —Soo gives one final punch to the boxing bag—. I love a good rant.

Both Melanie and Tammy encourage me to speak. And while they're at it, I try to think of a way to tell them what's going on without giving out any details about Jungkook or our deal.

—I met someone, weeks ago —I start—. Thing is, I like spending time with him, and I thought he also did. But the other day we argued because of something he said, and it's been a week since I last heard of him.

—Oh, that boy ain't showing up ever again —Tammy gets scolded by Melanie right after saying that.

—Most probably he doesn't know how to address the situation —Soo mentions—. Men are like kids, so it's a matter of time until he decides to reach out to you —she shrugs—. If he likes you, he'll come back. And if he doesn't come back, fuck him.

—If it was his fault, he'll eventually talk to you and will try to make things up —Melanie continues—. Either way, don't text him first. Like Soo said, if he cares and wants to solve things, he'll try to talk to you.

—And if he doesn't, he isn't worth it —Tammy stands next to Melanie—. If you ever just happen to see him, ignore him. He doesn't deserve your attention if he isn't able to own his mistakes.

It isn't hard for me to understand they're right. I've been thinking the exact same way since he decided to leave my house last time we were together, and that's exactly why I haven't texted him yet and why we haven't seen each other for a week.

I must be missing him a lot though, because not only I can't stop thinking about him, I also see him everywhere. But I know it must be something other than just my brain, because he's looking way too beautiful to be an illusion. And Soo confirms that when she smiles and waves at him.

The moment Jungkook's eyes lie on me, I feel the need to hide under a rock. It's the first time in seven days that we see each other, and it has to be at my worst, when I'm sweating, out of air, and probably my face is red because of the exercise I'm not used to. Meanwhile, he's looking all hot and fresh with that black tank top and a pair of gym shorts that fall neatly over his knees. For one fast second I think he must've cut his hair, but he turns his head to the trainer when a loud "Jaykay" comes out of his mouth. He has his -still purple- hair collected with a hair tie.

Life's so unfair.

—Guys, get in pairs —our trainer screams, interrupting his chat with Jungkook.

Melanie and Soo get together, and move to one of the boxing bags somewhere in the room; Tammy has totally disappeared as I turn, and it doesn't take me long until I find her giggling with her gym crush -she wasn't lying when she said she'd dump me for a cute boy.

I'm trying to find any other girl that could be free, but all of them have come with friends and are already in pairs. Turning on my feet, I see a not mind-blowing handsome but cute guy walking to me, although he suddenly stops and walks in the opposite direction again. At first, I think it could've been my resting bitchy face doing the bad work, but I realize he was looking over my shoulder.

Even if I'm not looking at him, I feel his presence on my back as he moves and throws his boxing gloves on the floor before he walks to me again. And suddenly, my hair free falls on my back. But it doesn't take much for him to hold it all up and style it on a messy bun.

I hate how the hair on my nape and forearms lift just with his touch. I can't stand the way my body reacts whenever he's close to me.

—What are you doing? —I turn to him, once he's done— Your sister is there.

—They all are busy with their things —he walks back to his gloves.

Anyway, I turn to them, just to find Melanie's and Soo's backs facing me while they're practicing. And, on the other side of the room, Tammy is too busy trying to win that guy over.

I turn again to face him. Big mistake. That full sleeve tattooed arm, combined with the red and black boxing gloves covering his hands is making my mind go places.

—I'm not doing this with you —I assure him, as soon as I see him walking to me.

—Too bad I'm the only one free.

—Then I'll change partners with someone —I look around.

Jungkook's soft voice draws my gaze back to him. It's the way he calls my name with such peace and how his eyes are desperately looking for some type of cooperation on my side that almost makes me forget what happened. Almost.

I move to the boxing bag when he steps closer to me. Am I avoiding him? Yes. And I don't care if he's aware.

—We need to talk about what happened —he throws the first punch, making my body move with it.

—Do we? —I cut him off— Because I don't think we have anything to talk about when you disappeared for a week.

I'm annoyed enough to let my tongue run with whatever it wants. After giving his second punch, he rolls his tongue through his cheek, and tilts his head before he tries to speak again. But he decides to keep his mouth shut, and go back to doing the exercises we were supposed to be doing.

Although we are silent, the tension is obvious. I keep my eyes on him all the time, waiting for his words although I said myself I didn't want to hear him; and Jungkook keeps looking at me through his eyelashes, groaning with every hit of his fist until we change places.

—I wanted to call you —he assures me.

That only makes me scoff, while waiting for the excuse he's going to come up with right after.

—What was it? You lost your phone? Broke it? —I change my position, so I can kick the boxing bag.

—I was embarrassed.

That statement makes me stop for a second, just to look at him and find him fixing his gaze on me, with a genuine expression showing off he was, in fact, embarrassed. He seems ashamed right now just to be remembering it, by the way he keeps biting the inside of his lip.

—I'm sure you're used to being an asshole like that —I go back to my punching and kicking exercises.

—Not with you though. And I didn't know how to reach out to you after I behaved like that —he sighs—. You had every right to be pissed off that night. I was a douche, that comment was...

—Disgusting? —I gasp— It was. And don't try to say you didn't feel every single word. You said it because you were annoyed, I get it, but that doesn't change the fact that somewhere, in the back of your head, you don't think those words aren't true.

—I never said I didn't believe those weren't true —I bite my lip, trying to understand what kind of fucked up apologize this is—. The wording was fucked up because it came up as an attack to you, but would you be really looking in my direction if you had more choices?

Is he kidding? You'd have to be blind to avoid looking in his direction even if there were millions of choices. But I understand what he means, I guess. This deal brought us together. If it hadn't been for this, we probably wouldn't be talking except for the fact that we are in the same circle of friends. And I could ask him the same question, but he does have different choices. And still gave up on them.

Where is he even trying to go with this conversation?

—It doesn't change the fact that you were offensive for no reason —I face him.

—I didn't mean it that way. I... —when I look at him again, he's struggling to find the right words— I'm sorry about what I said.

I don't answer him, instead I go back to giving several punches on the boxing bag, until one of those punches goes straight to his stomach. Jungkook's surprised by the sudden attack, yet it seems like I've hit a wall by how he shows no pain.

—This conversation isn't over —I assure him—. Don't think everything is set and done only because you apologized.

He smirks at my comment, nodding before we switch positions again. It's unbelievable how a few words have made all the tension disappear and turn it into playful smiles and sneaky glances.

I take longer than the girls to get in the shower. Actually, I wait until everyone in the locker room has either left or is inside the individual showers. I feel weirded out and unsure of getting naked in front of so many people, even if they're of the same sex, and that's exactly why I've been messing with my phone, fully clothed, until the room was empty and silent.

Not for long though.

Asshole: Can I come to your place?

I think it through, and I know it's a bad idea. For some reason, he feels way too comfortable in my house, and that's exactly why I suggest we meet at his place instead. He responds with a silly thumbs up GIF before he disconnects.

✸ ✸ ✸

I know meeting up at his place is a bad idea as soon as I see myself waiting downstairs, moving back and forth unsure of whether I should leave or go up to his place. I'm falling for my own trap right now, yet I need answers from him. He wanted communication, and it's what we are going to do right now.

Jungkook looks nervous when he opens the door for me. I've been here before, yet it seems like it's the first time I'm around. And in a way, it's like that. I'm not here for the deal, I'm here because we need to talk, we need to let each other know what's going on through our heads to be able to continue everything where it was. It's been a long week.

—Do you want something to drink? —he asks, pointing to his back, towards the kitchen counter.

As I shake my head, he drops his hand to his side and lets his body fall to the black leather sofa. Aware that I'm still standing, he pats the free place next to him. And I take the invitation, walking to that spot under his attentive gaze.

I play with my fingers on my lap, moving one thumb over the other as I try to think of a way to start the conversation. It'd be a good thing if I knew where to start exactly.

—I crossed the line the other day —I nod, confirming what he's saying—. And hiding for a week didn't make it any better.

—No. Because it seemed like you didn't care —I look at him, but he avoids my eyes—. It felt like I was the one who had to go after you to make things up.

—I didn't know how to do it —he scratches the back of his head—. I didn't know how to properly reach out to you after that night. I wasn't sure if texting you out of nowhere or going to your place would be invasive.

—But coming to the training wasn't? —I lift my eyebrow.

—Was it that obvious I went because of you?

Pressing my lips together, I nod. I'm sure he's pretty well into boxing to the point that he wouldn't join a random training, that allows people like me -that hasn't done boxing once in their life.

—I rather train by myself —he sighs—. But Soo told me you were going, too. I saw the chance, and I took it.

—So your plan was to come to the training, and?

—Apologize —he finishes.

—Right —I move my gaze, losing it somewhere on my lap—. You know, I wasn't annoyed because of the jealous act. That pissed me off, but not because you were jealous, but because you feel like you're free to meet up with someone, yet that same rule doesn't apply to me. I don't like the double standards. And then you said that crap, acting like I'm only doing this because you're the only one I can do it with...

—How did you feel when I said that?

I dare to look at him when he asks that. Big mistake. His big brown eyes pierce on mine, but not the way they usually do. He's waiting for my answer, and he's getting ready to examine every corner on my face to tell whether I'm keeping things to myself or not.

How did I feel? I felt like all these weeks were a waste of time, like nothing has moved forward between us two because there's only one reason why we're still in contact. And it made me scared of the day this all ends, because I'm not ready to lose whatever it is we have.

—Pathetic —I let out a sigh—. I felt pathetic. It made me feel like you were doing me a favor and just saw me as that.

He waits. Jungkook presses his lips together, and I see him thinking again. I can almost see through his eyes the words forming in his head.

—I promise I didn't mean it that way —he assures—. It pissed me off how you said you regretted the deal. I said the first thing that crossed my mind. How you talked about it... it made me feel like you're only talking to me because of that. Like all of these moments are only because you need my help —he's about to lay a hand on my knee, but I see his palm going back to his lap—. You're not pathetic. I'm an asshole for making you think that way.

I try to hide my shock by his words. It really makes me wonder if I'm hearing properly, or I'm just projecting my own thoughts onto him.

—You're an asshole —I second what he said, trying to go on with the conversation as fluently as possible—. But get pizza for dinner and I'll consider forgiving you.

He gives me a tiny smile, patting my head before he leans over the table to reach his phone. He then turns to me again.

—Ham and cheese?

Of course, he already knows that. We've ordered pizza way too many times when we met up, and he knows I like it simple. He scrunches his nose with a smile when I nod, eyes squinting and small wrinkles forming on their corners as he sees the confirmation to his question.

Forty minutes later, we're both lying on his couch, eating the pizza he ordered while watching the most gore film that's ever been made. At some point, when the killer tears one of his victim's body apart with a chainsaw, Jungkook asks:

—Does this make us psychopaths?

—Maybe —I nod, while chewing on my food.

He chuckles, and stops when he realizes there's only one slice of pizza left in its box. And we know what that means.

—You had the last one the last time —I whine.

—And you had the last one the last last time —he emphasizes his words pointing at the back with his thumb.

And that only leaves us with one solution: rock-paper-scissors. We both use the same ones a few times, until he finally uses scissors and I'm left with my flat hand in the air while he celebrates, jumping on his seat with a big smile on his face. But when I'm about to take my eyes off him, I see his hands starting to rip the slice apart, turning one slice into two.

—Here —he hands it to me.

—Thank you —I smile shyly.

I help him pick up all the stuff once the movie finishes, and I start thinking I should be heading home at this point while he's putting our two glasses in the sink. It's late and, unlike me, he has to wake up early to go to the studio. But Jungkook doesn't let me take one step away from him, he pulls me closer and presses his body against mine, wrapping one of his hands around my neck and the other one on my waist.

His lips feel soft on mine when they're moving slowly, tasting every single second. I had no idea how bad I missed kissing him until now. How was I able to go a full week without this?

He moves back, yet our noses are still touching, his lips are still rubbing mine and his warm breath is making me go crazy. My heart beats hard against my chest when I dare to open my eyes, just to find his looking into mine with attention.

—Stay the night —he whispers—. Nothing has to happen. Just stay.

I'm unable to say no. I don't want to say no. But I'm also unable to say a single word, so I just nod, captivated by his big dark eyes, hopeful for the answer I've just given him.

Jungkook leads the way, still holding my hands on his back as if I could get lost in his house, as if I hadn't been here before.

Dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts, I lie next to him. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to sleep, because my head is spinning around some questions still.

—Let it out.

—What? —I look at him confused.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, I wasn't aware he was looking at me all this time.

—Whatever is running up here —he caresses my temple—, let it out.

—Do you think Soo knows?

—Doubt it. Why?

—You said she told you I was there today.

I must be in a different dimension, because I don't get what's so funny about what I've just said, while he's cackling next to me.

—All night you've been thinking about that? —he lifts his eyebrows surprised— She said Tam, Mel and you were there. She didn't single you out. It was a general statement to encourage me to join her. She knows I've had a hard time socializing with people.

—So she invites you to places to get you to open up? —he nods— That's sweet.

Jungkook having a hard time socializing with people? That alone totally breaks me out and leaves me confused for a few minutes. He doesn't seem the type who has a hard time meeting new people and molding into their groups.

—Fake it 'till you make it —he sighs.

—I have a hard time believing you struggle with that.

—I find it easy to meet people on a superficial level. I struggle when I have to open up and actually build friendships.

Well, that makes sense. And it's also sad. I can't help but wonder what might've happened to him for it to be this way. Actually... After what he told me about his ex-girlfriend, I could kind of understand where it's coming from.

We're back to being in silence. And under Jungkook's imposing look, I feel forced to look at the ceiling again, thinking that would help me to distract myself, but I still feel his eyes piercing on my neck.

—Let it out —he insists again.

—Why did you meet up with Leslie?

—I shouldn't have —this time, he's the one that looks away as soon as my eyes lie on him—. She showed up, and wanted to apologize properly for what happened between us. We had dated for too long, and I didn't want to hold the negativity any longer. You know, be cordial with her, move on from all that.

I'm pissed just thinking about her reaching out to him as if she hadn't done anything. But I understand what he means by moving on and closing a chapter, as it should be closed, when he was forced to tear that same chapter apart from the book.

—I didn't tell you through text because I didn't think I had to —he shrugs—. But I was going to tell you when I drove to the bar. You don't have to worry about her —his hand reaches mine under the covers—, seriously.

I'm overwhelmed by all the emotions that fill my body in those last five seconds, while I'm giving all my effort trying not to smile. I feel happy, yet at the same time I don't fully understand why I'm suddenly so relieved and happy. 

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

[robobirdie]

Daily Ninja

While writing the short Dazed Weekend a while back I came up with an idea that this story and possibly one of my other works Anatomy of a Droid could be worked into; a collection of stories under the title Daily Ninja which is based off something I saw once I’m not sure where or by who but I like the idea; basically a season following the ninja as they just go about their daily lives doing random things and not fighting a major antagonist the whole time. Nothing seems to relate but by the end you realize they’ve unknowingly been hindering a bad guys plans, all the criminals, thugs and strange occurrences they interrupt or stop over the time which they think are just random occurrences have ties and are working for this bad guy, and the final conflict is the bad guy having gotten fed up of their interfering decides to fully unleash their plans instead of secretly doing them like they have been thinking the ninja are onto him/her and wanting to beat them before they beat him/her. Some ideas of what could happen in episodes include: (I might write out some of these ideas in the future but don't have plans to at this time).

Other ideas I came up for this idea include:

School Day

They take a day to go to the community center/collage for some fun and relaxation during an open house. Most of them end up trying a few things through the day with some getting into problems. Cole tries to go to the gym section to work out and mind his own business Kai however joins him and keeps trying to show off leading to him getting kicked out of the room. Cole leaves before then though not wanting to be associated with Kai. Kai finds a martial arts class next and gets involved with that taking it over which leads those leading it to kick him out of there then later gets involved with a survival class where he likes to flaunt his ability to make fire without traditional methods annoying those leading the class who are trying to teach useful skills.

Cole decides to try an art class after the gym with Jay. They first make some pottery then do some drawing of plants and fruits. Things are going well till the class moves on to do sketching of a live model. While everyone else isn’t bothered by the nude model focussing on honing their skills Jay is incredibly uncomfortable with it (think MR. Bean when he does the art class for referance you can watch here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KFAciyGHk4). He keeps trying to find ways to avoid it and cover the model up. Wanting to avoid being associated with Jay Cole leaves that. He meets up with Lloyd whose been hanging in the library reading comic books. Lloyd had done some pottery in the art class with him but left after not interested in the drawing part. Zane had been in the library earlier but left to investigate other things. Cole ends up falling asleep while reading then gets kicked out for snoring; decides to take a cooking class afterwards. Meanwhile Nya has been in the mechanics class the whole time building a vehicle from a disused van, Jay left the art class shortly after Cole uncomfortable with the model drawing so went to a woodworking class before joining Nya and helping work with her on the vehicle. The two decide after completing the vehicle to go to the pool where they meet Cole and Zane. The two had met up in a cooking class before coming to the pool.

Zane has been wandering just doing his own thing all day. He’s been largely using his cloaked appearance as he’s noticed his normal titanium appearance is scaring people particularly kids and making some people uncomfortable. He started in the library before taking a gardening class making a small terrarium with some house plants. He then went outside to do some bird watching and just relax by himself before joining Cole in the cooking class where they made brownies and Zane didn’t realise till Cole pointed it out that him drinking the oil they were supposed to be cooking with was unnerving people. (C whispering- why are you drinking the cooking oil? Z- the cooking oil made from kelp oil is not as good as its motor oil variant but it isn’t too bad. C- if you’re going to drink it you might want to put it in a cup so it doesn’t look weird, you’re kind of creeping people out.) They are eventually joined by Lloyd and Kai at the pool. Lloyd and Jay decide to test each other and play chicken on the jumping platforms. When they get to the higher ones both become scared but try to hide it and prove their braver. By the highest platform both are getting vertigo and scared to make the jump but don’t want to chicken out in front of each other. Nya and Kai decide to have some fun with some water park style water slides the pool has Nya using her powers to make it more thrilling and promising to help her brother who is nervous of drowning in the deep pool at the bottom. Eventually lifeguards get a bit annoyed at some of their behaviours so they decide to leave since it is also getting late. Cole and Zane meanwhile have fallen asleep in the hot tub after spending some time chilling in the shallow end of the regular pool. When he’s asleep Zanes cloak shuts off and his appearance is scaring others. They wake the two to get going where they collect the things some of them made during the day then go out for dinner before heading home.

In the school some of those visiting are from the crook there to steal some important items (could be the chemicals used to make the illness poison for a later episode). They get caught by some of the ninja (possibly while he’s moving from one activity to another Cole comes across them and takes them to campus guards for stealing of items and their suspicious activities.

Ninja Fever

They all end up getting really sick and have to still deal with criminals. After a strange battle they all end up getting an illness even Zane letting them know somehow this illness isn’t natural. Their illness is like a cold with attributes that attack features of them to weaken them (Cole has poor strength and no appetite, Kai feels freezing all the time, Jay keeps having hallucinations causing him to get panic attacks over them, Lloyd has no energy and struggles to focus, Nya feels hot dry and sore, Zane has a loss of co-ordination and balance, dizziness and he keeps randomly passing out offline for a couple seconds at a time while having symptoms that mimic a common cold). They also have some other issues. Jay gets pinkeye and everyone is trying to keep their distance from him worried of catching it even Zane and Pixal who can’t catch the condition but are reacting like the others worried of becoming a contagion for others. He also keeps causing outlets, light switches and appliances to short circuit. Along with no appetite Cole frequently feels nauseous and too much talking of food makes him throw up. At random Zane ends up with periods of jumbled speech which annoys him and he has frost develop on his skin; his eyes go off color a white to indicate he’s sick and the worse he feels the duller his eyes glow goes. Kai has a rash and keeps spontaneously lighting on fire; Jay and Lloyd keep carrying around a fire extinguisher to put him out. The illness causes them all to have problems controlling their powers. While finding it intriguing that this illness is letting him understand how the others feel when ill it is really bothering Zane as while he is aware of the programmed virus giving him the problem he nor anyone else can remove it from his programming leaving him stuck suffering the illness with the others.

Wu and Pixal have to find a cure for them all while they are all still sick having to fight some bad guys while ill. Zane keeps trying to function like normal but struggles to do so, Cole tries to function like normal but spends a lot of time napping or resting with his eyes closed trying not to feel nauseous, Kai complains a lot even when he’s not too bad, Jay keeps complaining thinking he’s dying and being dramatic about it, Nyas trying to not let it bother her but is getting moody and irritated over it and Lloyd is a mix of wanting to be left alone to sleep all day and highly irritated while trying to keep going. (This one is inspired by the Nexo Knight episode Saturday Knight Fever) Bonus their illness is caused by the bad person trying to hinder them and was given to them during a battle with some crooks who dumped some of a potion on each of them then one of the crooks using a spell on them to activate the potion and making them sick even Zane.

The illness was given to them to try and hinder even remove them. The illness over time could slowly be weakening and would eventually kill them; this could be a little too dark but could help drive the story and why they need to find a cure and fast as it can't be cured by normal means for any of them.

Camp Days

They go on a vacation camping in a national park that has something for each of their elements for them to get more in tune to their element. Wu wants them to at least once meditate surrounded by something from their element while they are there. Mountains for Cole, a glacier in the mountains for Zane, lakes and rivers for Nya, storms are common for Jay, campfires and an area recently burnt by forest fires for Kai and the energies of nature for Lloyd. They use an RV they made themselves based off the Bounty; it has a bunk bed section with all their beds and a kitchen relax area. Zane likes to just wander off and explore the nature for several hours before returning to just relax at their site sometimes enticing critters particularly birds to the site to watch them. Animals aren’t as scared of him as with people. He also likes to just relax at the site or at the visitor center where he watches the wildlife or meditates; it’s not uncommon for him to fall asleep while relaxing no matter where he is; this tends to scare some people as they are unnerved by his appearance though insects and birds are often attracted to him. He likes the birds and some of the insects. Not pleased with flies, wasps, mosquitoes or other flying insects that frequently try to get at his eyes annoying him. Accidently swallows a cicada at one time which continues to make noise inside him for close to twenty minutes irritating him and freaking Jay out which amuses Kai. The others are just grossed out. Jay doesn’t like Zane attracting the wildlife to the site especially when he or the others let them climb on them or take food from their hands thinking it will make them bold, dangerous and to bite. Cole likes to chill at the site often having a snack or spends time climbing trees, rock faces and even buildings to the dislike of park rangers; likes to go to the nearby town or park facilities like shops and restaurants for dining out or to get goods at a local bakery. Zane generally isn’t interested in the town only going there if they are getting dinner there or for ice creams or milkshakes. Cole doesn’t mind the wildlife but greatly dislikes when they try to get his food. He often carries plenty of snacks and drinks in a pack wherever he goes especially on trails.

Kai is not one for the rugged camping but does like going to beaches to sun himself. Also likes to have fun with a wildlife sighting board in the visitor center putting on mythical creatures or creatures not found in the region just to mess with naturalists and get kids all happy and excited to possibly see something or at least make them happy to be on their family trip by getting them to hope to see something cool. Just for fun even put Zane on the board a couple times making fun descriptions and titles for him; the others find it funny but Zane and Pixal are confused about it. Kai prefers hanging around the town to site see, interact with fans and play arcade games. He’s not a fan of rugged wilderness conditions. Jay also is not too fond of the wilderness and likes to go to town for an arcade on the main strip, doesn’t like to go into the wilderness often because of all the creatures which he finds scary or dangerous.

Lloyd also likes to go to the arcade but also just likes to hang around the site to play board games with whoever wants to usually Pixal, Cole and Nya. Nya likes to go swimming or on canoe trips. Lloyd likes to join on canoe trips often dropping bread pieces or duck feed in the water for ducks to follow them. Pixal likes going to the visitor center where she improves on displays and exhibits holding rescued native wildlife that can’t be returned to the wild but are used for education like turtles, fishes and snakes thinking her work more efficient and informative. Also often fills in for the naturalists who are a bit annoyed at her and embarrassed that she’s doing a better job than them especially since it isn’t her job but she’s still better at it than them. It rains most of the time they are there, they even get a serious storm one night which floods their campsite though they are safe in their trailer (they have to dig and clean up mats and things that got dirty in the storm the next day though; the storm unnerves Jay and Lloyd but everyone is relatively fine as they are in the safety of their RV). Jay is fine with the weather as it lets him get away with staying inside and playing video games. Kai is not pleased by the weather not liking the cool and damp but likes that it gives him an excuse to go to town or stay indoors, Lloyd is also not fond of the cool and damp either but everyone else isn’t too bothered and works around it or doesn’t mind getting wet including Zane and Pixal.

While camping they end up stopping some illegal smuggling one day without realising it. Some crooks are using an old abandoned rail bed to make illegal dealings. This rail has been turned into part of a hiking trail. The part the smugglers are using is a section off the trail used as a road for maintenance crews for the park and as a bail out point for the main trail in case of problems or starting the long several hours travel trail too late in the day and individuals need to get out before being stuck in the woods at night. Because they’re annoying some of the park staff and him with their antics Wu sends them all for a hike on a nice day to give everyone a break. They started the trail thinking they had enough time and could handle the hard trail but find it is taking too long and the muddy, buggy conditions are annoying some and making it difficult. Would also be funny that some trail markers have been chewed down by beavers to build their dams (I’ve been on trails where this has happened. It’s funny yet also annoying). This could cause them to get lost at one point. They manage to make it to the old rail bed section which is a gravel road and they decide to use the bail out as none of them want to be out in the woods at night especially with being all muddy, bad weather coming, no food and little water and the bugs. The bailout hasn’t been tended to recently so there are some fallen trees, potholes and overgrown foliage to some parts. (This is inspired by something I’ve personally had to do. In Algonquin park on a trail known as Mizzy Lake; it was very muddy from recent heavy rains, we started later than we should have, it was hot and we had no drinks or snacks and we were plagued by these little black flies that were able to get under our clothes to leave bites everywhere; had to navigate out of the woods on the overgrown and unkempt bail out path. My family now likes to jokingly call this trail Misery Lake.) While making their way through the area some like Jay being very moody from being tired and hungry (when others answer when he keeps asking how much further they have to go Jay keeps saying ‘you’re lying’ and being dramatic trying to lie down or sit on anything or anywhere whenever someone explains almost there; my one sister did this when we were kids on a trail) they stumble upon the smugglers who think the ninja have been tracking them down and are there to interfere.

After some arguing the ninja having no clue what they are going on about and a fight that reveals to the ninja the groups activities they put an end to their smuggling and restrain the crooks before using their vehicles to get out of the area where they exit by the hiking trails entrance where they deliver the crooks to the rangers who are there to keep people from starting the trail too late in the day. The rangers take the crooks to the cops while the ninja on Coles request (he kept asking if they would make it out before it closed despite Zane and Pixal both confirming it would be open when they are out) they visit the campground store and restaurant to pick up dinner before returning to their site to have dinner before getting cleaned up at the showers in the campground bathrooms some like Jay, Kai and Lloyd getting unnerved by encountering bugs like big moths, spiders or crane flies or frogs, snakes or lizards in the enclosed shower rooms with them. The others aren’t really bothered though Cole and Nya shoo them out before starting their showers, Zane and Pixal aren’t really bothered letting the creatures hang with them the whole time before taking them out when they’re done feeling the creatures are there just for the water and warmth of the water and room or in the case of the bugs the lights. After cleaning up they spend the night relaxing at their site roasting marshmallows and chilling before bed.

Team Works

As a team building exercise Lloyd organises a series of tasks and geo searches for them all to do pairing individuals he knows are not the best fit together for the task and has tasks designed specifically for them tailored to certain attributes he knows are their flaws to teach them how to work through problems when they just have each other and are put in situations where their flaws cause problems for them and can cause them to fail. Pairs Jay and Kai together knowing they tend to clash and get on each other’s nerves quite a bit. Pairs Nya and Zane together focussing on Nyas quick to anger and Zanes poor understandings and workings with emotions often using logic above all which can cause problems for delicate or sensitive issues. Puts Cole and Pixal together; Coles more down to earth while Pixals more high tech; hopes they can learn from each other. Lloyd goes with Wu more of just to bond and relax than actually work. Unknowingly they all end up stopping crimes not part of what they were originally there doing during the task. Bonus they went to a hotel/resort for a vacation when doing this so they are in an unfamiliar environment without typical attire or equipment to rely on in order to do this. Kai and Jay thought they could get out of it and just play some games at an arcade but get caught up in investigating some thefts and missing people. They butt heads and get on each other’s nerves quite a bit while working giving them some problems.

Zane and Nya have to help an old farmer find his beloved large flightless bird like a rhea. Zane doesn’t understand that he should be more gentle with his words and not just blantly express the creature could have falling to some ill fate as it is a part of nature and to be prepared for the possibility of that before they even start looking. When they find the creature it gives them a hassle and is temperamental to them which causes Nya to get short tempered making the animal less co-operative to them and constantly getting away from them as it is scared of her attitude. They also have to keep boping it in the head with a rubbish bin lid to keep it from biting them and to herd it. The creature is loose because it chased criminals from its property and had them trapped in their base at a storage facility outside town where some of the stolen items and missing people Kai and Jay are looking for are being held. The two pairs are unaware their tasks are related and don’t end up directly interacting. Z and N take the bird away which lets the crooks get free and in their haste to escape worried the bird will come back the crooks mess up and make it easier for J and K to find them.

For Cole and Pixal they have to help a business or bank something with a vault that was being stolen from however the crooks mistakenly locked themselves in and the whole place is locked down trapping the places workers and the crooks in the place. Following their task the two have to work together taking roles they normally wouldn’t to get the job done. Pixal has to do the more rugged down to earth work while Cole has to do the high tech work. Their team building exercises disrupt various components of the crooks schemes which they are using to fund and grow their operations.

#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fun

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Hurricane Bianca : More Family, More Problems, Chapter 3 - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest 

A/N : TW for home invasion

After the school day ended Richard picked Demitri up from the middle school and told him about all the information they needed before they could actually acquire a foster kid. "Ебена мать!". Demitri whispered. "This is going to be more difficult than expected". Richard stated. "Do not worry, we will get all of this done and soon new child will be safe in home we own". Demitri stated cheerfully.

Meanwhile when Carly showed up at her house she noticed the door was cracked open slightly, that door was locked when she left, meaning someone had possibly been in her house. She went inside and looked around her house to make sure no one was hiding anywhere. There was nothing broken or missing so it wasn't a theft. She never found anyone yet her mom was hiding in the backyard of the house. Carly went to her room, packed a suit case, and left the house, she didn't feel safe staying there with the possible of someone being able to get into her house.

When Richard got the call from Carly that someone had broken into her house he was immediately concerned. "Really, well are you ok". He asked. "Yeah, it happened when I was at the school". Carly explained. "Well, where are you now". Richard then asked. "I'm on my way to Karma's right now". Carly responded. "Do you have any idea of who could've broken in, I mean there's not many people who live near you". Richard tried to rationalize. "Well, I dont really know anyone who would feel the need to break in, anyway, I'm getting close to Karma's house, I'll call you back". Carly ended the call.

Anyway the next day when Richard went to the school he got the chance to talk to Carly. "I just can't feel safe in that house knowing someone was able to get into it so easily". Carly explained. "Well how did they break in, did they go through the window or something". Richard asked. "No, there was no broken glass or anything, I'm gonna have to call the cops in order to find out how the person got in". Carly answered. "Well, if nothing was stolen, then maybe you have nothing to worry about". Richard said trying to lighten up the situation. "Hopefully so, I just hope this ends quickly". Carly said.

Meanwhile in Demitri's class it was very clear Olympia was not in a happy mood. He had heard from other teachers that she had been very irritable during the rest of her classes and his class was no different. The students seemed to steer clear of her as she seemed ready to snap at anyone who said as much as hello to her. She even snap at him at one point. When she handed him her one of her class papers it seemed partially unfinished so he questioned it. "Are you sure you want to turn in like this?". He asked. "Yes, that's why I handed it to you". She snapped. "Alright, I was just making sure". Demitri responded.

Meanwhile after that day the police came to Carly's house everything remained relatively quiet, as Deborah had skipped to the local hotel. The police couldn't find any evidence of an actual break in, so they told her to move on from the issue. And Richard and Mitya were getting everything ready for for the new foster kid. Then Deborah had to rework her plan. Things were relatively calm. Until 3 months later when everything went to absolute shit.

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#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #katya zamolodchikova #bianca x katya #hurricane bianca au #biancadelrioisthebest #m/m au #parenting au #fluff #fic challenge

[nemisutheenthusiast]

So, I've told my Gay ass School adventures to some of my friends and I thought Maybe I should post it on Tumblr since it do be a gay hellhole and it may just fit.

So, during the third week of classes. I manged to have:

2 different girls went to hug me.

3 other different girls went on to hold hands with me.

And a guy confessing to me that he's in love with me and one jokingly telling me he has a crush on me.

Oh and I did get a screenshot convo of different girl and a class friend. Who was telling him that shit I'm pretty.

All in the span of one day of that week.

Fast forward to the next day, there's a lot more things that happened I guess? But in any case I gay panicked.

So, there's this girl who's like near where I sit, she wanted to know what my perfume smells like and since I don't bring my perfume with me outside. She went to my side and tried sniffing my neck instead.

It was an immediate gay panik and her friend who's like right at the side of my seat saw and had this knowing look™

The fact that I find this girl cute did not help by one bit.

Now let's get on to the another girl (note she is a class officer), she went to my seat and asked where a girl we don't like is at. And what she did next? Is hug me, and got another hug. And jokingly asked for a kiss, and what did I do? I turned my head to "kiss" her since we were wearing masks I had not a single fuck to give.

She immediately backed off on what she asked, and went to ask for another hug. She too was also cute (actually I'll side note here, there's two guys in the room I've heard is crushing on her)

Now another girl, (side noting again, this girl gets hit on and pinged on chats constantly) she went to my other side of where I sit. Since she was called by another classmate.

I causally told her that she's cute, she said that I was cuter in a quieter voice, I asked what was that just to confirm what I heard. And she said "Ah, nothing"

This is the girl screenshot convo girl btw.

Now, like I said this girl gets pinged a lot in the class group chat. And at best the guys who ping only get seen, meanwhile I get reactions from her on that class group chat.

Now I do not recall which was the day of what happened, I just know it happened. Within the span of two days.

Aight so weekends now. Since I was just doing around chores minding my own business, chatting around the last girl I mentioned here and there.

We were getting into a "you're cute" "no you're cuter" "nah you're cuter than me" kind of chatting.

And then, in class chat. A girl said.

"I feel like me and Maddox are meant to be"

I looked away for minute and it be getting gay.

Of course I responded in. And then, the girl who jokingly asked me to give her a kiss.

Said Love U. That was directed to me. That happened twice that night.

And then Screenshot girl chatted that I should also make her go sleep too as she was begging me to do so. Then said nah just kidding.

One of the guys who keeps on pinging just gets ignored when he offered he could do it instead. At best these guys only get seenzoned by her. And that's it

I chatted her about her just seen zoning them since I found it really amusing. And LMAO SHE SAID THEY DONT DESERVE IT AHAHAH.

And so I said "Wow so I deserve it?" And she said, in three different word phrasing that yes I do.

Oh yeah I did also get her to sleep lol.

In short during that chat night I existed and got one girl.

So yeah who knows maybe there's more to come today or the next time classes come around. So hope someone found this entertaining cause I sure am

#Maddox attracting Women™ #Normal posts #but it's gay #Nemisu's Gay Adventure

[helnjk]

A Brief Glimpse - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: there’s nothing like the rumors that students can come up with about their favorite teachers. especially when one of them is adamant on keeping her private life, well, private. 

Warnings: brief mentions of meals, one curse word but that’s it

A/N: a purely self-indulgent, fluffy fic inspired by this ask from kendall ( @lupinsclassroom ) who said that if i taught at hogwarts, i’d be the COMC professor! and i love me some good charlie content. this is also kind of a different style that i’m used to, i hope you guys like it! x

–

The top three favorite professors at Hogwarts were as follows: Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Longbottom, and Professor L/N. 

While most students would argue that Professor L/N could potentially overtake Professor Longbottom on that list, there was just so much they didn’t know about her. She was practically the perfect professor; she loved what she taught (Care of Magical Creatures), she was considerate and understanding with students who were struggling with the subject, and her office doors were always open to anyone who wanted to chat. 

Still, she kept her personal life very private and of course, the more she refused to answer their prying questions, the more intrigued the students became. All they knew was that she was one of the top students of her year, she was a Ravenclaw, and she fought at the Battle of Hogwarts years prior. 

There were many rumors going around the student body of Hogwarts about who Y/N L/N was. The most popular ones were that she was actually Headmistress McGonagall’s secret daughter, because of how close the two seemed to be. In reality, Y/N was just one of Minnie’s favorite students. The headmistress often joked how she should’ve been in her house instead of Filius’. 

Meanwhile, Neville was always open with the students, answering whatever questions they had for him, as long as they weren’t crossing the line between professional and personal. They often loved to ask him questions about his friendship with the Golden Trio or his stories of the war. 

“They’re getting more creative with the questions they ask me,” he shook his head, smiling slightly one dinner, “They’re trying to see if I’ll slip up and mention anything juicy about you.”

Y/N laughed slightly, eyes glimmering, “What sort of questions have they come up with now?” 

“Today Chapman asked me if I’d ever spent the holidays with other professors around my age,” Neville mused, “Or if Hannah was ever jealous that I was working with a girl so close to my age.”  

“Oh please, Longbottom,” Minerva tutted, and the two younger professors turned their heads in her direction, “At least your questions still have some sort of delicacy. Griffiths has actually asked me, point blank, if Y/N’s spent her summers with me.” 

The collective guffaw of the professors at the head table caused the majority of the student body to shift their attention to them. Of course, the authoritative looks that they sent at the house tables were able to convince them to get back to their own conversations, but now the Great Hall was abuzz with trying to figure out what made the professors laugh so loud. 

“I wonder when they’ll stop trying,” Y/N mused as the crowd of students began to slowly shuffle out of the Hall.

“Don’t count on it, L/N,” Minerva smirked. 

–

“Professor L/N?” a meek voice sounded from the door to Y/N’s office on Wednesday afternoon. 

The middle of the week was rather free for her, therefore she used it to catch up on grading and, if she had time, a little light reading. This afternoon, though, she was in the middle of writing an important letter. 

Her owl, Athena, perched at the edge of her desk and her scrutinizing eyes darted towards the fourth year Hufflepuff who stood by the door. Eloise Abbott, a shy young thing with a penchant for Care of Magical Creatures and one of Y/N’s best students, sent the intimidating owl an uneasy glance.

“Come on in, Eloise,” Y/N smiled as she slipped the ink and parchment she was using into one of the empty drawers of her table, “Don’t mind Athena, she’s just impatient to get this letter out.” 

The young girl shuffled towards the professor as Y/N asked, “Is there anything you needed?” 

“Erm, I was just wondering if you could check my Defense paper,” she mumbled, pulling out a parchment from her school bag, “It’s on Grindylows and other creatures we could encounter in the Forbidden Forest, and I know it’s not really part of your syllabus, but I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get anything very wrong.” 

Y/N smiled and held her hand out for Eloise to place the essay. It was silent as she read over what was written, that silence only broken when Athena let out soft hoots or ruffled her feathers. 

“Erm, professor,” muttered Eloise after a while, Y/N’s eyes glanced up from the parchment, “I don’t mean to pry, but why does your owl want so badly for you to finish that letter?” 

A soft chuckle came from Y/N’s mouth before she answered, “She just loves the person I’m writing to, and I honestly think she would rather be in his care than mine. Even if it were just for a few nights.” 

“But you’re wonderful with animals!”

“And he is too, I assure you. Maybe even more so than me.” 

Eloise nodded her head slowly, and Y/N could see the gears turning in her head. It perplexed the young student, who could ever be better with animals than her professor? She knew it couldn’t have been Hagrid, as he still lived on the grounds and Athena could visit him any time she wished. 

Maybe her favorite professor was friends with the Scamander family. Rolf Scamander definitely had ties to Hogwarts and seemed about her age. 

Before her thoughts could go any further with hypothesizing, Professor L/N handed her essay back, “It looks great, Eloise. I have no doubt you’ll get high marks on this essay.” 

Eloise could spot a professor’s dismissal anywhere, so she merely nodded as she took the parchment back. As she hurried out the room, she expressed her gratitude over her shoulder, catching Y/N pull out the letter she was writing with a soft smile on her face. 

–

The end of the school week came with a surprise visitor to the castle. The students could not stop discussing the presence of a dragon tamer on the school grounds. He had arrived later in the morning, trudging up the pathway from Hogsmeade and making his rounds around the school.

Headmistress McGonagall greeted him at the gates with a smile and a hug before she took his arm and the two of them had tea in her office. Of course, as the students weren’t used to seeing an adult that wasn’t the faculty or the staff in the castle, his presence sparked many conversations.  

“I saw him knock on Hagrid’s door!” said Neil Chapman to anyone who would listen to him at lunch, “He had some burn scars all over his arms and really bright red hair. He seemed really cool.” 

It was as if the whole Gryffindor table was gathered around him as he told and retold how Hagrid’s booming voice announced that Hogwarts’ resident dragon tamer was back. Rumors floated around the school for the rest of the day, each student having something to say about the mysterious man. 

“He’s gorgeous though, isn’t he?” sighed Daphne Griffiths, as she and her best friend roamed the hallways on the way to their next class, “All rugged and handsome. I caught sight of him walking towards the quidditch pitch after Transfiguration.” 

All the professors had to stop themselves from full-on grinning at the different things they had heard about Charlie Weasley gallivanting around the grounds, but none of them as amused as Professor L/N. 

“Hurry along then!” 

Y/N stood next to a small paddock at the edge of the forest, next to its open gate. At the center of it, a cluster of fluffy creatures rolled around and play fought with each other. 

“Alright class,” she clapped her hands together, “We’re having a little bit more of a relaxed class to end the week. A crup of one of the Hogsmeade villagers just gave birth about a month ago and her owner’s graciously allowed us to spend an afternoon with the puppies.”

The second year students cooed at the litter of small dog-like creatures with two tails. As soon as she finished her sentence, the group of them rushed to get inside the paddock, each one wanting a turn with the small puppy-like things. Once all the students were inside, she shut the gate and joined them as they congregated around the tiny crups. 

Y/N was grateful that her last class of the week was with younger students. They were much easier to please and sometimes more eager to learn. Of course, almost anyone would be enamoured by the litter of puppies running around.

With her wand pointed at her jugular, she began the small spiel she had prepared for the lesson, “Now, as most of you might know, crups are basically magical dogs…” 

Most students weren’t really paying any attention to her little lecture, but she told herself that at least she tried. She understood the need to coo over cute little puppies, she could let it slide just this once. 

From where she stood towards the other end of the paddock from the gate, she had a panoramic view of the class, just in case anything happened. She doubted anything would, but at least that way she could keep everyone in sight. 

“Of all the magical creatures in the world, you chose to teach about crups?” 

A strong voice rang through the open space and caused many of the students to turn their heads at the sound. Somehow, Charlie Weasley had made it to the gate of the paddock without Y/N noticing. Upon seeing the redheaded dragon tamer so close to them, murmurs spread among the young students.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking in the sight of him with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. 

“Oh wipe that smile off your face, Weasley, you try teaching these kids all week,” she replied, raising her voice slightly so that he could hear what she had said. 

“I guess they are quite adorable,” he caved, leaning his forearms against the paddock and seeming as if he was going to observe them their whole class. 

The students observed their playful and easy banter, in awe that their professor knew the ever mysterious man. 

As her wards were still distracted by him, she said, “Pay him no mind class, he’s harmless. The crup puppies need your undivided attention!” 

As soon as the prying eyes were off of him, Charlie sent Y/N a cheeky wink. She couldn’t stop a smile from growing on her face at the gesture, but she shook her head to indicate that they could talk after her class was over. 

“Professor L/N?” a young girl walked up to her, sending a furtive glance over her shoulder to where her friends were gathered. 

The group of them gestured to her to carry on and Y/N’s eyes lit with amusement, “What’s up?” 

“I-er, we wanted to know how you know the dragon tamer guy? The other professors haven’t said much about him when asked.” 

The young student fidgeted nervously, picking at the hem of her sweater as she glanced up at Y/N. Despite being in the rather early years of her journey at Hogwarts, she knew that Professor L/N enjoyed her privacy. She didn’t want to overstep. 

Y/N sensed this apprehension and gave her a soft smile, “We were in the same year at Hogwarts. He was a Gryffindor and I was a Ravenclaw, but we managed to have a few common classes.” 

“Cool!” 

Before anything else could be said, the girl scurried off to meet her friends with the small tidbit of information she was able to gather from the otherwise close-lipped professor. 

Thankfully, the rest of the hour passed by rather quickly. 

As soon as the bell rang, it was obvious to Y/N that the students were stalling. She had dismissed them fairly quickly and had already begun her process of cleaning up. Meanwhile, the majority of the class was still situated inside the paddock, shuffling around in groups. 

Inwardly, she sighed, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it, it was the end of the school week and they were free to roam (or stay) in any part of the grounds and the castle they wanted. 

Inevitably, Charlie had gotten impatient waiting for them to clear out. Instead, he strode confidently through the gate and towards where Y/N was directing the puppies to stay. 

“Charlie? What are you–”

The remaining students, who had been not-so slyly watching the redhead stride through the paddock, all collectively gasped as he pressed his lips firmly on their professor’s. 

Y/N began to weakly protest, the logical side of her brain screaming at her that this was definitely unprofessional, but the emotional side took over as she was surrounded by the scent and the presence of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen in months and made a special trip to Hogwarts just to see her in her element. 

Thankfully, Charlie pulled away fairly quickly, his arms still firmly wrapped around her body, a dopey smile on his face. 

Once Y/N gained her bearings, she slapped his chest, “Charles Weasley!” 

“What?” he grinned. 

“You’ve just kissed me in front of my students!” 

–

Despite the–shall we say scandalous?–first encounter between the couple, the rest of the afternoon was quite lovely. Y/N showed him all of the creatures under her care and in the section of the forest that was relatively safe. They also borrowed some old brooms from the shed and raced each other out on the pitch until their cheeks were painful from laughter and their noses were red from the cold. 

By the time dinner rolled around, of course the whole student body was aware of what transpired between the handsome dragon tamer and their favorite Care of Magical Creatures professor. 

This was the first piece of juicy information that they had gotten on Professor L/N, and while they were highly amused at what had happened, they were also not surprised that she was dating someone who worked with dragons on a daily basis. 

They also couldn’t deny the fact that she practically lit up in his presence. They had never seen her so at peace and so happy as when she was with Charlie. Anyone with eyes could tell that the pair of them were in love. 

Minerva had also graciously allowed Charlie to sit at the Head Table with the rest of the faculty at dinner, which caused quite the stir. 

Practically all sets of eyes were trained towards the couple as they ate their dinner fairly normally. 

“You two seem to be the talk of the whole school,” the headmistress teased. 

Charlie sent his favorite teacher a shit-eating grin, “Must be my dashing looks that’s got them all interested.” 

“Please, Weasley,” Y/N tutted, “They’ve just gotten a huge piece of information about me. This is basically their Christmas.” 

“Maybe they’ll finally stop hounding me with insane questions now!” Neville chirped happily, and the table erupted in laughter. 

–

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[oneoftheextras]

assistant teacher | seven

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chapter summary: after the combat demonstration, you and aizawa are left alone in the observation room. meanwhile a group outing is on the horizon.

words: 1.7k

warnings: angst.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

“Y/N-Sensei, that was so cool!” Mina shouted excitably as you and Aizawa re-entered the observation room. The whole walk back, whilst it was short, was done in complete silence.

The kids seemed motivated enough, “Where did you learn to fight like that?” Uraraka asked and you glanced around the room at all the expectant faces awaiting your answer. “It’s a secret,” you winked with a devilish smile. 

“All of you go and sit in the stands, I want you to take notes of each fight so we can go through feedback after. Todoroki and Sero are first,” Aizawa gestured towards the door and the class eagerly exited the room, excited to get started on the task.

You started to follow the kids out of the room until you heard your name being called from behind you, “Stay here.” Aizawa said, “It’ll be good to have a second opinion.”.

Nodding, you closed the door behind Mineta who was the last one to exit the room. The silence enveloped you again, you weren’t sure what to say or how to even start a conversation with him, so you opted to say nothing and simply take the seat next to him.

“Mic’s been sparring with you hasn’t he?” he eventually spoke after some time, “How did you know?” you asked, keeping your eyes fixed on the monitors in front of you, the kids were nowhere to be seen so small talk would have to suffice until they could distract you.

In honesty, your heart was still thumping from the demonstration. Your stamina had improved by leaps and bounds over the last couple of weeks so it wasn’t that you were physically tired, a part of you knew that it was because of how close you and Shota had gotten - but you weren’t ready to accept that yet.

“Your footwork was sloppy and you used a lot of his moves.” he took his scarf and goggles off, resting them on the desk in front of him next to his notepad. “I did?” you said aloud. 

Sure, you’d watched Hizashi and Vlad spar together and it was possible that you’d accidentally copied what you’d seen.

“Yeah, he’s jumped on my back like that before, that’s why I knew how to counter it,” he folded his arms across his chest. Now it felt like your achievement was being undervalued, you’d worked too hard to have him think that you’d simply copied a move.

Small figures on the monitor showed that the kids had entered the training hall and were starting to take their seats but they seemed to be chatting and mingling between themselves instead of getting on with the exercise.

“Listen-” Aizawa’s voice cut through any remainder of small talk that there was to be had, he’d turned his body to face you so you gave him the courteously of turning your head towards him waiting for him to continue, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he was struggling to make eye contact as he spoke.

“It’s been a while since everything happened so I didn’t know exactly how to bring this up again,” you silently watched him try to put his sentence together. It was clear that he’d made no attempt at piecing it together before he decided to speak.

“And you’ve been out of the apartment nearly every day that I’ve been there so I haven’t been able to catch you at home either.” he trailed off his sentence when he finally met your eye.

To his surprise, you weren’t annoyed or rushing him - instead you were calm, patient and waiting for him to find the words he was searching for. In a way, it made this harder.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you in the way I did after what you’d been through.” he stated and paused, giving you an opportunity to say something in response but you didn’t, you could tell he wasn’t finished so you gave him the room he needed to continue his verbal thoughts. 

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is-” he inhaled deeply, “-I’m sorry.” he concluded his confession, feeling a weight being lifted from his chest. That weight was quickly dropped back on him when you replied “Don’t.”. 

Obviously he wasn’t expecting that as a response, you could tell that much by his furrowed eyebrows, “Don’t apologise if you don’t mean it,” you turned your face away from him and back the the screens in front of you, Sero and Todoroki were walking into position on the field.

“I do me-” Aizawa started and you cut him off, “You meant what you said so don’t apologise just because your friend told you to,” you folded your arms over your chest to try and hide the way your heart was making your ribcage rise and fall drastically.

You hated having to be this way, but you knew that Hizashi had told him to apologise to you, it’s the type of person he was.

Aizawa’s raised eyebrow indicated that he was just as shocked at your response as you were, “I’m not going to sit here and say it’s okay because it wasn’t. Going through that was enough, I didn’t need people victim-blaming as well,” you unfolded your arms and reached for a button that zoomed in the camera towards Todoroki and Sero - they were ready to fight.

He opened his mouth to say something in response but you wanted this conversation to be over. Pointing at the monitor you said, “They’re ready to start.” which drew Aizawa’s attention back to the class.

He took a moment to glance between the monitor and you before he was able to plant himself back into the world outside of his own head. He pushed a button on the microphone and spoke into it, “Your five minutes starts now,” he announced and pushed another button that brought up the LED timer you’d seen before.

The assessment continued as normal, the only talking happening in the observation booth was when Aizawa called for the next pair and told them to begin.

Although, he was itching to continue your previous conversation. He really was sorry for what he’d said previously. Yes, Hizashi may have pushed him out of his comfort zone and into apologising but it wasn’t as though he hadn’t already thought about it before he was prompted.

The night after he saw you talking with Vlad made him realise that he’d been way out of line. He would never admit it but he overheard your conversation with Hizashi, it’s not like you were being quiet, a lot of what you’d said was through shouted sobs so it was hard not to overhear it.

A lot of people thought he was emotionless but he wasn’t. Hearing you cry so melancholically, knowing that he was a contributing factor to your tears, broke his heart.

He’d wanted to approach you on multiple occasions and apologise, like he’d confessed to you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. A part of him convinced himself that it was easier if you hated him.

To make you hate him would mean that you’d keep your distance from him so he didn’t have to.

As he watched you laughing and joking with the rest of the faculty in the staff room, he knew there was no place for someone like him in your life, but he couldn’t help but admire how far you’d come.

You hadn’t worked at UA for long and yet everyone was already attached to you, they would practically fight each other to sit next to you at the large circular table.

It was like you were the sunshine that everyone needed in their lives, you were more than happy to provide anyone and everyone with your time and kindness - the polar opposite to him.

He was isolated and seemingly self-serving. He would rarely engage in conversation unless he was forcibly dragged into it by someone else, whereas you’d continuously ask questions during someone’s story to make them feel listened to.

He had to keep his distance from you, he didn’t want to ruin the laughter you brought to every moment. 

So why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

“God it’s been a long week!” Nemuri exclaimed while dramatically laying out on the table in front of her, “You’re telling me!” Hizashi joined in, wiping his brow like he’d just been on a ten mile run.

Nemuri lifted her head up off the table, “We should go out tonight to celebrate!” she glanced around the table at everyone, some people were nodding and others were grimacing. “There’s that karaoke bar that’s just opened up in town, wanna go check it out?” her cheeky smile made your face light up.

You hadn’t known her long, but wherever Nemuri was there was mischief. “I’m down!” Hizashi interjected before anyone else had the chance to answer, “Shota?” Hizashi looked at his best friend with pleading eyes, “No way.” Aizawa didn’t even bother to acknowledge his friend’s face before he declined.

“I’ll come, it’ll be good to actually see the city!” you beamed. Unfortunately, you completely missed the way Vlad looked at you before he said, “Yeah, I’ll come along for a few drinks!”, or how it caught Aizawa’s attention - but Hizashi did.

The rest of the table slowly started to agree on tagging along and Aizawa could feel everyone’s eyes start to fall on him again, he was the only one who’d said no.

With bored eyes he took in everyone’s expression, all of them trying to convince him to socialise just this once, he was about to insist on staying at home until he met your eye. 

They were still kind and hopeful despite the horrible things he’d said to you.

“Fine, but I’m-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before half of the table was cheering and the other half gasping in shock, you were the only one genuinely smiling.

It was going to be difficult for him to stay away from you when all he wanted was to be near you. Especially when a small pit of jealousy started to bubble in his stomach at the way you laughed at something Vlad whispered in your ear.

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[janaem]

i like you

"man, he doesn't like me." you sighed resting your head on the palms of you hands. tears were stinging your eyes, for you felt nothing but disappointment and grief. but then again, those were the feelings that often came with having a crush.

___, your friend, cocks an eyebrow, "uhh, what the fuck? yes, he does. he just doesn't show it, give him time."

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving your friend a skeptical look, "and...how long are you gonna say this exactly? It's been years it seems..." you swallowed a lump in your throat, thinking back to all the times you've tried to catch his attention and start up conversations with him. if it was effective, you wouldn't have been stuck in this depressing mental space.

___ shrugged, "yeah, well, it does takes a while for boys to come around," they smirked looking at the teacher's whiteboard, "my ex is a perfect example."

still, a bunch of thoughts started occupying your mind as you watched the teacher project today's lesson onto the board. it's been months since you've started liking ___, and all you've ever wanted was for him to acknowledge you a little more than he did. because to you, it seemed that he has liked your first, way before you started noticing and liking him back.

the sexual tension between you two was rather noticeable. constantly catching each other's gazes in class (sometimes they would turn into staring contests), all those times where he would physically get close to you without saying a word, you would even catch him looking at you while whispering to his friends. all these things, yet neither of you had made a single move.

not like you had a problem, you enjoyed the attention he gave you. that's probably why you started crushing on him in the first place.

you've been pondering on the idea of making the first big move, but you've done that to your last crush and that steered them in the other direction. but every crush is different, maybe ___ might even admit his true feelings instead of hiding. he was sorta the type to be bold—in his own way. he made things direct, but indirect at the same time, and it kind of frustrated you, let alone disappointed you, but you were more disappointed in yourself than you were of him.

you shook off the thoughts that were constantly attacking you, and did your best to keep up with your notes.

"don't look...oh god, please don't look." you pleaded to yourself quietly, silently fighting the urge to see if your crush was looking at you. you stared blankly at you notes, head faced down to avoid any eye contact with anyone

___ was, in fact, eyeing you. watching closely as you tried to keep your composure. you sat in a slouched position, gripping your pencil, you bit your inner cheek fighting the temptation to even spare a quick glance.

"....okay, so i want everyone to come to this table for a demonstration." the teacher announced pointing at the large wooden table in the back.

the boys stood on one side while the girls were on the other side. that was until a few other students joined and mixed things up. the teacher stood at the head of the table, talking and talking away about more of today's lesson. you felt a little more better, your crush was out of your mind for now, so this time you were all ears and watching the teacher.

you weren't thinking of it, but you wish you hadn't. you spared a quick glance at ___, who was right across from you, his hand supporting him as he leaned onto the table. body slightly turned to the teacher, yet his eyes were right on you.

your stomach immediately dropped and you turned your attention back to the teacher, acting as if nothing happened.

once the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, you immediately gathered your things.

"hey, ___, since your locker is closest to the band room, could you grab my instrument for me? I'll meet you downstairs in front of the school so we can walk together." your friend asked as you btoh exited the classroom. their locker was all the way downstairs and the band room was two stories above, exactly where your locker was.

"yeah, i'll see you later." you said turning the corner and heading up the long flights of stairs.

a part of you really dreaded this assignment because your crush also goes into the band room after school. even though he was quite popular, he was also a band kid.

once you were done packing your things, you hesitantly reached the band room door. peeking in to see no one was there, you felt a wave of relief as you entered the room.

there were stacks of instrument cases on the floor and on the shelves. how on earth were you supposed to find your friend's instrument? you couldn't possibly search the hundreds of nametags.

you decided to whip out your phone from your pocket and texted them 'where in the room do u usually put your instrument?'

meanwhile, you took a look around yourself waiting for your friend to text back. that was until the door swung open abruptly, resulting you to flinch on the stop.

you turned around to see ___ walking in, running a hand through his hair once once he saw you.

you immediately turned your attention back to the instruments. your heart pounds in your chest rapidly, as if it was about to rip out of your chest. you had to lean onto the shelf for support it was beating so fast. the pressure on your eyes was unbearable as you tried not to look at him again.

"hey, uh, are you looking for ___'s, instrument?"

you immediately snapped your neck in his direction, you honestly did not know how to act.

"yeah...you know where it is?" you felt a sudden buzz in your hand. you assumed it was your friend telling you where it was. what's it gonna hurt relying on your crush?

it's just above mine, we play the same instrument." he said tilting his head slightly in the direction of the shelf of instrument cases.

you were practically froze in your spot, not knowing if he wanted you to come closer to him. you just stood there and nodded, and ___ gave you a questioning look.

the silence was loud in the small band room, your heart beat increasing didn't seem to help.

you just couldn't look at him. you weren't sure why he was able to look at you...maybe he really doesn't like you and just sees you as a regular girl at school. well, that's how he's been treating you for the past months...so why were your expectations so high all the time when all you got was nothing?

"you don't have to get it, i'll get it myself." you said reluctantly breaking the silence. you walked over to where your crush was, the space between the two of you was very slim. you didn't think much of it as you grabbed your friend's instrument and then his from the shelf.

turning around, you felt something faintly brush against your bottom, that's when you immediately noticed that ___ was dangerously close to you. once again, the adrenaline in your stomach started up again, you awkwardly turned around, handing ___ his instrument.

__ stammered, realizing how uncomfortable you were, "oh um sorry, i didn't realize-"

"it's okay." you said starting to head towards the door.

"__, wait."

you turned around, completely stunned that he had just said your name for the first time in a long time, "yeah?" you honestly wanted to hear him say it again.

"there's uh...something i need to tell you," he set his instrument down next to his foot and dug his hands into his pocket.

"what is it?" you said inching towards him a bit. you could see ___ starting to get a bit nervous under your stare. he fidgeted in his spot, but he still managed to maintain eye contact.

__ ran his hand through his hair, "i think i like you."

'wait what!? oh my gosh this is not happening!' you said excitedly in your head, you instead furrowed your eyebrows in 'confusion,'

"elaborate." you deadpanned, crossing your arms. but in your mind, you completely understood how he felt, because that's exactly how you felt about him. you tried so hard not to run  around  and squeal excitedly like a maniac.

"look, i know this may sound creepy, and you may get a bit paranoid after i say this." he swallowed hard, as if there was a lump in his throat.

"no matter what i do, who i'm with, or where i am, i just can't stop thinking about you."

you forgot how to breathe at this very moment , was he just saying this? or was he being genuine? because with the way he has been acting for the past months, you didn't know what to believe anymore.

___ took a few steps towards you, "you're all i think about, you're all i ever wanna talk about."

you raised your eyebrows a bit, you've never heard something like this come out of his mouth before.

"there are so many things i want to do with you, but there are things holding me back, and i fucking hate it."

you just stood there in silence, watching as he anxiously ran his hand through his hair again, "fuck, i—no one has ever made me feel this way before."

everything seemed to move fast from there, yet it felt like it was in slow motion. wasting no time, you carelessly dropped the instrument on the floor, your body started to move on its own once you started walking up to ___, lovingly extending your arms and gave him the tightest embrace you could ever give someone.

the tension has suddenly melted away into obscurity, it was like two lost souls have been brought together after such a long time.

___ slowly snaked his arms around you, "i've been wanting to do this for a long time." he whispered, you shivered feeling his soft breath against your neck.

you didn't want to let go, and neither did he. ___ took the opportunity to kiss the part where your jaw and your ear met. you turned your head to face him. both of your faces were only inches away as ___ removed one of his arms from you to place his hand on your cheek. you closed your eyes, feeling his lips touch yours softly, pulling your body closer with his other arm.

you kissed back, deepening the kiss even more. you honestly didn't think this moment would come. you longed to stay like this forever, oh you wish you did.

you two parted for a quick second, with your eyes half lidded you saw ___ smile a bit, leaning into kiss you again. this time, the kiss was a bit rougher. ___ trailed his hand down your cheek and passed the sensitive spot of your neck. you softly gasped feeling his hand wrap around your neck, his other hand stroked your back slowly ...

suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the hypnosis you two were in. the two of you reluctantly parted, and you removed your arms form around ___ and reached into your pocket and took out your phone. It was a text message from your friend.

'coming down? :)' it said.

you widened your eyes in realization, "oh shit i gotta go!" you grabbed you grabbed your friend, ___'s, instrument case.

"can i at least get your number, ___?" your crush asked pulling out his phone.

"uh sure," you said pulling up your information, "here it is."

once you were finished exchanging numbers, ___ pulled you in for one last kiss. then you picked up the instrument case and dashed out the door. ___ followed soon after, but you were well down the stairs before he could see you one last time today.

you both couldn't wait to see each other the next day.

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boys have cooties │ t. holland

pairing: middle school teacher!tom holland x middle school teacher!fem!reader warnings: like two or three curse words, kids, overall it's pretty much fluff. maybe some spelling mistakes. word count: 2k a/n: hi, hello. english isn't my first language, so please be kind. this is the first thing i've written in so long so i'm sorry if this sucks. gif ain't mine, creds to the owner!

"mr holland?" "yes, my friend?" he said, crouching so he could be eye level with little natalie. "do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, her pretty green eyes shining brightly. his mind immediately went to the gorgeous (y/e/c)-eyed girl who owned his heart.

"why do you ask that, friend?" he pulled a chair from the table next to him and sat in front of her. he watched as an adorable frown set on her face, cheeks flushing.

"yesterday i was playing in my room and my sissy was watching a movie with a boy. i wanted to watch tangled so i went to the living room and she was kissing him!" she said, banging her hands on the table as if it was the most scandalous thing she'd ever seen.

"really? and what did you do?" he asked, biting his lips and trying his hardest not to grin at the wholesomeness of it all.

"i screamed, and she was really mean, she told me to go to my room and leave her and her boyfriend alone. do boyfriends and girlfriends make you mean?"

"well, no. a boyfriend or girlfriend is supposed to bring out the best of you. i believe what happened was that maybe she was maybe a bit embarrassed about you seeing them together," he explained as carefully as he could to the six-year-old. he loved teaching little kids, but there were times like this when he had to try to put into simple words something as abstract as the concept of love and relationships. he wouldn't change it for the world, though. there was nothing like seeing the mesmerized expressions on each of their faces when they discovered something new together.

"okay. but i don't think i will ever have a boyfriend. because boys have cooties and germs." she said confidently. he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped from his lips. little natalie pressed her hand against her mouth, giggling as if she'd just said the funniest thing in the world.

"natalie! boys don't have cooties." he tried to stop her from laughing, but her giggles only got louder.

"yes they do!" she continued laughing, only stopped when they heard a knock on the door. you walked in, in all your beautiful glory.

"hey ba-buuuddy," you played it cool when you noticed the small child sitting in front of Tom.

"hi, miss y/l/n!" natalie greeted you cheerfully. you gave them both a bright smile, "can you tell mr. holland that i'm right?"

"she's right," you said immediately, winking at her.

"so you agree that boys have cooties?" tom asked, lifting his eyebrows. you grabbed a chair and sat next to him, and grabbed his hand under the table. he interlocked his fingers with yours, squeezing them.

"duh! obviously!" you nodded, which only made the six-year-old to laugh even louder.

"i told you!" she said, pointing a finger at tom. you looked at him, scrunching your nose as you smiled.

"so does that mean i have cooties?" tom asked, his eyes darting between his young student and you.

"no!"

"yes!" you and natalie said at the same time. while the young girl denied it, you played along and accused your perfect boyfriend of having the childish disease.

tom stared at you with his mouth in a perfect o. the six-year-old's laugh could now be heard from outside of the room.

"i'm offended," tom said as he placed a hand on his chest, you chuckled and winked at him.

you were about to make another snarky comment when the loud bell rang, signaling the end of recess.

"saved by the bell," you said dropping his hand and standing up. tom's students began rushing into the room, surprised to see you there.

"miss y/l/n!" the kids cheered.

while tom preferred the joy of teaching new things to the littlest, you enjoyed the challenge of the eldest. your young age was definitely an advantage you had when it came to teaching. you knew the stress and anxiety that school could cause some of the kids and were always flexible with your assignments and your way of teaching. now on your third year as a teacher, you'd heard kids saying they could not wait until they reached fifth grade so they could have you as their teacher. it was safe to say everyone at school loved you. always kind, always giving the best advice, always having the best snacks.

"oh, my goodness! i am never leaving this classroom, you are the cutest little things in the entire world!" you said as they ran to you and hugged your legs.

"go away y/n, they're my kids," tom said faking hurt when he saw the lovestruck expression on the little ones' faces, but his heart fluttered when he saw how they loved you as much as he did.

"i think they love me more than they love you, tommy-boy," you said, a cheeky grin on your lips. he wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless. but instead, he gasped, eyes widening as he looked around at the kids, some laughing, some ran to tom and hugged his legs as well, meanwhile the others stayed by your side and held you tighter.

"i've been betrayed, and by my own younglings." he dramatically fell to his knees and all the kids rushed to his side, saying how they loved him as much as they loved you.

"no!"

"we love you too, mr. holland!"

"i like miss y/n better."

"you two are my favorite teachers!" loud screeching filled the room, making you laugh.

"okay, kids. go show mr. holland your love, i've gotta go deal with my own munchkins. it was lovely to see you today, remember to drink water, make good choices and listen to tommy-boy here," you ruffled some heads and high-fived hands as you walked backward toward the door.

"alright everybody, let's thank miss y/l/n for stopping by. say goodbye and settle down," tom switched into teacher mode, and you felt the familiar butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you saw him rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. biting your lip, you sent him a small wink as a new wave of voices filled the room.

"bye, miss y/l/n!"

"i love you!"

"come back soon!"

"can i go with you?"

"have a nice day!" you smiled and waved at them. giving tom a small nod and a knowing look, you rushed to your classroom at the end of the hall.

you loved your kids, messy and loud and moody.

when you walked into your room you saw most of them sitting and chatting with their own small cliques, but when they heard the sound of your shoes approaching some of them turned their heads to see you.

immediately, the loud voices filled the room.

"where were you?"

"can we watch a movie?"

"i need to use the restroom!"

"you're late!"

"yes, you can go to the restroom. no, we're not waching a movie today. yes, i know i'm late. i was in mr. holland's classroom visiting my favorite kids in the entire school" you answered, lifting an eyebrow and laughing when you saw their reactions.

"hey!"

"not cool!"

"i like him better anyways"

you continued to laugh as you moved your hands, finally getting them to quiet down.

"that, ladies and gents, was a joke. i was kidding. i wouldn't trade my babies for anything in the world" you said as you sat on your desk, folding your legs underneath you.

"miss y/l/n?" a girl raised her arm, you looked up

"yes, alice?"

"i saw you and mr. holland in the morning, you were holding hands." she said, cheeky grin on her face.

"oooooohhhh, miss y/l/n has a boyfriend!" shouting began again. you tried your hardest to suppress the smile that was threatening to settle on your face. instead you bit your lip hard.

"you woke up and chose violence today, alice," you admitted, making them all laugh. "mr. holland and i are just friends, my babies." you said, knowing how they hated when you called them that. "now, we've already lost too much time, let's get to work. everybody take out your books and-"

-------

at the end of the school day, you stayed behind sorting through papers and planning your classes for next week. when you finished, you put your things away, grabbing some papers you needed to grade and putting them in your bag. a knock on the door grabbed your attention.

"hey, baby," you greeted tom. he walked to you, threw his arm around your neck and pressed a kiss on the side of your temple.

"you ready, darling?" he asked, taking your bag from you with his right hand and grabbing your own with his left one. you nodded, lifting your joined hands and kissing his knuckles. you noticed the way his cheeks flushed pink. and it warmed your heart knowing even the simple gestures still made sparks fly between you two after years of being together.

"yes, mr. holland," you teased, locking the door behind you, interlocking your fingers with his again.

"took me a while to quiet them down after your visit, wouldn't stop talking about you," he squeezed your hand, making you grin.

"oh, you should've heard my kids. alice saw us holding hands in the morning. they think you're my boyfriend." you lifted an eyebrow. letting go of his hand when you reached his range rover. the parking lot was now empty. he opened the door for you, you climbed in the passenger seat as he put your handbag and his own backpack in the backseat.

"really?" he asked, you hummed in response. you moved so you were facing him standing outside. he placed his hands on your thighs, your hands immediately finding his. "if they only knew..." he said, letting go of one of your hands, his fingers traveled to your neck, under the collar of your shirt, and toyed with the delicate gold chain around your skin. he lifted the chain, a sparkly diamond ring sitting there like a charm.

"if they only knew..." you repeated his words, hands traveling to his face, cupping his cheeks. your thumb played with lips and he moved his head to kiss it.

"when do you think we should tell them?" he asked, leaning down, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing together.

"i don't know. they're gonna lose their shit when they find out," you chuckled, earning one from him as well. "we'll have to tell them before the wedding, though. otherwise, my kids will feel betrayed. they're already mad because i told them i'll be gone for a month."

"but it'll be during the summer holidays," he frowned, a beautiful smile forming on his lips.

"i know, that's what i said. apparently, they still think i live in the school." you shook your head, laughing.

"i can't wait until we have our own little ones," he admitted, hiding his face on your neck, fingers still playing with the ring that he gave you almost a year ago on your two-year anniversary. you smiled, your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"me neither, then they'll really lose their shit. can you imagine?" you giggled as you felt his warm breath hit your sensitive skin behind your ear.

"i love you so much." he said, pressing small kisses on your neck, traveling up to your jaw, your cheek, and finally your lips. your thumbs tracing invisible circles on his cheek as his lips met yours.

"i love you, too. so, so much." your hands moved to his hair, fingers running through soft curls. "now, take me home, mr. holland. your fiance is getting hungry." you both chuckled, hands finally letting of eachother, you settled in your seat as he gave your lips a small peck before closing your door.

"how's mcdonald's sound?" he asked when he climbed in the driver's seat, starting the car. like magnets, your hands met halfway and you rested your arms on the console between you two.

"with you, everything sounds perfect." you admitted, meeting his bright brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when he heard the words you spoke. he lifted your joined hands and kissed your knuckles, once, twice. all the way until forever.

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[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [4]  pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers. 

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed,  “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento    unlike what Gojo Satoru said    was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates. 

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner. 

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up,  “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.” 

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short,  “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing,  his punishment     despite not being given any by Nitta    was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan. 

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least    and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all     since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.” 

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy. 

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you. 

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.” 

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.” 

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

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You work at the preschool next to Casie’s middle school. One day, you catch Colson’s eyes while working, and lucky for him you happen to know his daughter.

Request: “Hi!! Let me start out by saying that you are so so so talented!! I was wondering if you’d write something about colson falling for a preschool teacher? like he just sees her one day while he’s picking up casey from the middle school and he’s all soft seeing her interact with the kids and he makes up excuses to keep coming to see you!?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing (maybe?)

A/N: I did that thing where I write too much… again.

Word Count: 2394

Colson tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming softly to the beat of the music coming from his radio. He pulled into the school parking lot, the line already a million cars long it seemed. But he promised Casie he would pick her up whenever he wasn’t working so she didn’t have to take the bus. If that meant spending thirty minutes in a line of slow-moving cars, so be it.

As he was jamming, he glanced out the passenger window, finding a smaller building with a chain link fence outside, surrounding a child’s playground. The door happened to swing open while he was looking, and from there time seemed to move in slow motion.

Out of the door came a dozen or so toddlers, waddling their way outside, surrounding the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The sun bounced off of your skin perfectly, making everything around you seem so much brighter.

Your skirt flowed with the slight breeze, making the scene more picturesque. He watched as you reached down, picking up one of the toddlers and holding him in your arms. The small boy seemed to be crying, over what Colson couldn’t tell.

You seemed to be speaking to the boy, bouncing him up and down in your arms to comfort him. Meanwhile, a little girl with pigtails made her way over to you. You spoke to her brightly, reaching the arm that wasn’t holding the boy to hold her hand.

Colson’s eyes followed you as you let her drag you over to the playground. You supported her as she climbed the small rock-climbing wall and reach the landing for the slide. You then smiled as she made her way down the slide, telling her good job when she made it to the bottom.

You then turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, making silly faces at him until he laughed.

All it took was those few moments for Colson to get hooked. If there was one thing he found attractive above all else, it was women who loved children. He refused to date anyone who wasn’t supportive of his relationship with Casie, so you were already ahead of everyone on his list. It also helped that you were breathtakingly beautiful.

Colson just got good vibes from you. From his brief observation of you, he could tell you were compassionate and kind, but also childlike and fun, much like himself.

The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts as the car in front of him started moving, signaling the line was moving.

 The next day, Colson had a plan. Instead of driving into the school parking lot, he pulled into the pre-school. He checked himself out in the mirror, praying he would see you working. He stepped out of the car, putting on his best confused dad face, and walked into the building.

And by some miracle, you happened to be speaking with the woman at the front desk.

You were even prettier up close, eyes meeting his and stopping him dead in his tracks. You smiled kindly, voice ringing out, “can I help you, sir.”

He returned your smile, “I was looking for the middle school but I have a feeling I ended up in the wrong place.”

You giggled slightly, “just a little. The middle school is just next door.” You pointed to your right. “Are you picking up a sibling?” You asked.

Truthfully, the man had caught your eye the moment he stepped into the door. It was rare you saw someone your own age, and he was exponentially more attractive than most men. What would it hurt if you got to know him a little bit?

“My daughter, actually.” He spoke, fiddling with the key in his hand. You tilted your head, his face seeming vaguely familiar.

You hesitated before speaking, “who’s your daughter? I substitute over there sometimes and you look vaguely familiar.”

He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t blown his cover. “Casie Baker.” But surely, he’d have remembered you if he’d met you.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Casie? She���s my absolute favorite!” You grinned at the man, realizing immediately that their similar features made him feel familiar. “She’s awesome.”

Colson smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle, “thank you. Yeah, she’s great.”

“She tells me about you. Whenever I sub in her classes, she talks about how cool you are.”

Colson blushed lightly, rubbing his neck. “I’m Colson.” He reached out an arm to shake your hand, mentally kicking himself as soon as he did it.

You found it endearing, shaking his hand “Y/N.”

 A few days passed and Colson still couldn’t get over how soft your hands were, or how your touch sent electricity running through his body.

He felt ridiculous, leaving rehearsals and recording sessions to pick Casie up with the hope that he gets a glimpse of you.

After a few days of nothing, he almost loses that hope. Until he happens to arrive at the school a little bit early, windows rolled down to let the cool air in. He hears the sudden sound of children laughing, pulling his attention to the playground next door.

And there you are, in all your beautiful glory. Guiding the kids out, helping them into swings and onto the stairs.

Colson must’ve pleased some God because you looked over your shoulder and found him. Of all the cars in the line, you found his, eyes locking immediately. You smiled softly, reaching a hand over to him and waving. He waved back, trying to keep his cool. But really, he was freaking out.

He thought about saying something, or mouthing something, rather, as you were too far away to hear him, but he was stopped by the beautiful brown hair of his favorite girl in the world. Casie plopped herself down on the seat next to him, her backpack falling to the floor with a frown on her face.

She looked up to her dad, about to complain about her day when she saw his preoccupation. She followed his eyes, finding you in the playground. Immediately her mood was lifted, and she turned back to her dad with a grin on her face.

“Daaad?” She questioned, her voice lifting at the end of her question. The blond man looked down to her a soft smile in his face.

“Hey Case, how was school?”

“You think she’s pretty, right?” Casie ignored his question.

Colson scoffed, rolling his eyes, and shifting his car into gear. “She’s… pretty. I guess.” He mumbled, pressing lightly on the gas.

Casie continued smiling up at him, “that’s Ms. Y/N. She’s the coolest.”

“Put your seatbelt on.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I know, I met her the other day.”

Casie’s eyes lit up at the thought of her two favorite adults meeting. “Really? How? Did you like her?”

Colson chuckled at his daughter, “I went into the pre-school parking lot by accident and she showed me how to get here.” He blushed, knowing Casie would easily spot his lie.

And that she did, “I’ve been going here for almost two years, how did you accidentally go into the wrong parking lot? You pick me up all the time.”

Colson coughed nervously, “so, how was school?” He tried to change the subject.

Casie gasped, “did you go to the preschool just to see her? You like her!”

“I just met her Casie.”

“You like Ms. Y/N!” she sang, dancing in her seat.

“How was school, loser?” He asked, laughing at her.

She ignored him, again. “Does she know you’re my dad? Did she say anything about me?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself at her excitement. “Yes, she does, and yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” Casie practically yelled.

“She said you were the worst student she’s ever substituted for.” He smirked, flinching lightly as Casie slapped his arm.

“She did not say that!” The girl pouted, “Ms. Y/N is my favorite teacher in the whole world.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her affection for you. “She’s not even technically your teacher. But she did say that you were her favorite student.”

Her eyes twinkled, “really?”

Colson nodded, “she also told me that you talk about me in class.” He looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow, “any reason why?”

Casie sunk into her seat, a guilty expression on her face. “No.” Colson looked back to the road, but his eyebrow was still raised, “Okay, fine. I just think it’d be really cool if my favorite dad and my favorite teacher were… friends.”

Colson laughed, “I am your only dad, first of all, and second… don’t be weird.”

“But you said you liked her!” Casie pointed out, making the man’s ears turn red.

“I said she was pretty, that’s not the same thing.”

Casie sang again, “whatever you say.”

He rolled his eyes again, letting out a sigh and dropping the conversation, knowing he would lose. “Are you gonna tell me how school was or not?”

Casie sighed, hitting her back against the seat, “Mr. Clemmons was being mean today again. He said he’s not gonna curve our test even though only 2 people got an A on it.” She crossed her arms and huffed.

Colson pouted, bringing a hand to rub her shoulder, “what’d you get on it?”

She mumbled out, “a B.”

His eyes went wide, “dude, what? That’s awesome, that’s above average. You should be proud of that!” He always tried to encourage Casie, knowing the insane amount of pressure people put on their kids nowadays and not wanting her to feel that.

Casie shrugged, “yeah but my guidance counselor says if I want to get into a magnet program in high school, I have to get all A’s. And I have to get in a magnet program high school to get into a good college.”

His eyes went wide as he pulled into his driveway, “woah, woah, woah. You’re 11 years old! You don’t need to worry about that stuff and whoever is telling you that is wrong. Getting a B or even a C isn’t gonna stop you from getting into whatever program you want, I promise.”

Casie sighed, opening the door, and sliding out. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Can we go back to talking about how you like Ms. Y/N?” She asked, her shoulders slumped.

Colson rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and following her inside. “I don’t like Ms. Y/N.” He groaned.

“Whatever, but next time she substitutes my class, I’m texting you and you’re gonna bring me lunch and talk to her.” Casie said, going to her room and throwing her backpack onto her bed.

 A week and a half later, Colson was sitting in his car in the school parking lot, staring at himself through his rearview mirror. He looked at the bag of chick-fil-a in the passenger side seat and sighed. His phone buzzed, a text from Casie coming through.

Lunch is starting, where are you???

He chuckled and texted back.

Going to the office now, calm down

He grabbed the bags and drinks, opening his door and stepping out. He made his way through the office, getting his visitor’s badge, and moving towards the cafeteria. He opened the door, searching through the sea of children for his daughter, only to find your eyes instead.

You smiled brightly, head tilting as if to ask why he’s here. He returned the smile, holding up the bags to answer your question. Casie appeared next to you, waving her hand. Colson made his way through the pre-teens, trying not to crush any of them.

Casie and you giggled at his struggle, joking with each other. Eventually he reached you two, setting the food on the table that Casie had reserved just for you three. The girl took her place across from him, motioning you to sit down next to him. You laughed but followed her directions.

Colson took the food out of the bag, passing Casie her sandwich and fries and pulling his food out of the bag. He turned to you, a smile on his face. “Woah, they must’ve given me an extra sandwich.” He held it out for you to take.

You obliged, giggling lightly. “How strange.” You commented, your smile never leaving.

“Oh, right. Ms. Y/N, this is my dad, Colson. Dad, this is Ms. Y/N, the best substitute ever.” Casie said, pointing between the two.

Colson chuckled, “yes, Casie. We’ve met.” He looked over to you, hiding his laugh behind his sandwich.

“Yep. Someone got lost and found me at the preschool.” You said, your voice exaggerating. Shit, Colson thought, you were onto him. “Speaking of, Casie. I know you’ve been talking about needing volunteer hours. If you want you can come by after school some days and help me with the aftercare program? I can take you home afterwards if your dad can’t pick you up.”

Casie smiled brightly, nodding her head. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Colson watched the interaction, fondness in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure before, he was now. He was falling hard.

You turned to him, kindness in your eyes, “if it’s okay with your dad.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind having her around. I’m cool with it.” He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks as you continued to look at him, taking in his features.

Casie squealed, “thank you!”

You simply smiled and shrugged, “it’s not a big deal. I get some extra help and I get to spend some more time with my favorite 11-year-old. Maybe her dad can even stop by and help sometime.”

You turned to the man next to you, who was sure he’d turned very red. He was never this nervous around women, but something about you made him incredibly self-conscious, like he had to impress you.

He mumbled out a quick “huh?” before registering your question. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to come help. I’d be cool with that.” He turned to meet your eyes.

You giggled, holding the eye contact, “I do want you to. I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Casie looked between you two, suddenly regretting what she’d done, “are you two done? I’m trying to eat my sandwich.”

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entranced | f.w.

synopsis: Fred finds himself taking a different approach to get your attention. Little does he know he already has it. 

pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

warnings: none!

a/n: This idea is straight from the discord chat earlier with my babes! This concept is honestly so amazing and completely inspired by @levylovegood​ and also this picture so hopefully I did it justice 😭💖

The Gryffindor table was uncharacteristically silent as Fred Weasley approached late for breakfast. That was typical though. More often than not he was rushing in right before classes started and just as quickly rushing back out.

What was unusual though, and the source of everybody’s shock, was the pair of glasses framing his face. Glasses he didn’t need. Glasses nobody was sure even belonged to him.

“What?” Fred barely acknowledged them as he started putting food on his plate. “What’s with the staring?”

“What’s with -” Ginny let out a heavy sigh as she shared a glance with her siblings, every one of which was just as confused as she was. “What are you wearing those for?”

“Wearing what for?”

“Those obviously!” George reached across the table and flicked the frame of the glasses, skewing them sideways on Fred’s face. He ducked out of the way before he could retaliate. “Didn’t even know you owned any glasses.”

“Well I do,” Fred answered easily. Now that he was looking up he couldn’t help himself. His eyes scanned the Great Hall until he found you hunched over a book and scribbling something on some parchment.

“Well yeah but what for?” Ron frowned through a mouthful of food.

“To see, Ronniekins,” Fred looked away from you quickly when you glanced up abruptly, almost immediately looking right at him. “That’s what most people use them for.”

“Yeah but that’s not what you need them for,” Ron was oblivious to the fact that Fred wasn’t paying him any attention. His gaze had gone back to you the second you went back to your reading. “Think one of us would’ve noticed if you really needed them.”

“Spill it,” Ginny leaned forward while narrowing her eyes. “I can almost guarantee you didn’t own those before last night. Now why do you need them?”

“Need what?”

A groan resounded between the three siblings, each of them coming to the realization that Fred was paying absolutely zero attention to their conversation.

“Okay new question,” George kicked Fred underneath the table, forcing him to look their way again. “What’s got you so -”

But before he could get the question all the way out Fred threw back his goblet of pumpkin juice and practically tripped over himself getting up from the table. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Well that was something.” Ron shook his head, staring at the empty spot his brother had just left.

Ginny nodded towards the entrance of the Great Hall where Fred had stopped, apparently finding one of the suits of armor very interesting. “Look at that.”

“Makes sense now,” George only shook his head as the three of them watched Fred wait a few seconds after you had left the Great Hall to follow you. “McGonagall changed our seats in Transfiguration the other day and since then our dear Freddie’s been infatuated with none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Has a perfect view of her from where he sits now.”

“You’re kidding,” Ron couldn’t help but scoff at the revelation. “She’s top of her class, always in the library. There’s no way she’d even give Fred the time of day.”

“Maybe that’s why he likes her,” Ginny shrugged, going back to her own breakfast. “Or why he’s intrigued at the very least.”

George hummed before a smirk flashed on his face, leaning in towards his younger siblings a little more. “Place your bets, kids. Do we think Fred’s little glasses plan is going to work or not?”

*

You tried your hardest not to stare, you really did.

Of course you’d noticed Fred Weasley of all people hanging around you for the past week or so, who wouldn’t? The fact that he happened to go out of his way a little to talk to you meant absolutely nothing at all though, you’d convinced yourself of that. Especially not when you knew you’d stuttered through practically every conversation you’d had with him so far.

Finally you thought maybe, just maybe, you were getting somewhere. Maybe you could work up the courage to say more than a few words to him next time you spoke. But then you caught sight of the glasses sitting comfortably on the bridge of Fred’s nose. They framed his face perfectly and it really wasn’t fair how they somehow made his eyes shine more than they usually did.

Any kind of coherent thought you were able to form left your brain when you laid eyes on him from across the classroom.

This really wasn’t you. You were smart, you knew that for a fact. Sure you mostly kept to yourself but there wasn’t a single time you hadn’t been able to think of a quick comeback, even if it was only muttered to yourself underneath your breath. That was how all of this had started after all.

He’d overheard a particularly hilarious quip during Potions one day and his burst of laughter had earned him a detention. He had promised you he didn’t mind when you fumbled your way through a quick apology the next day.

Now, though, you were speechless at the mere sight of him because how was it possible for one human to look that good? It didn’t help that you quite literally had the perfect view of him from across the transfiguration room. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed him in his glasses before. Had he even worn them before?

Just as you were about to search your memories for any kind of recollection of Fred and his glasses you were interrupted. It was then you realized that you were openly staring at him, and apparently not very subtly.

“Would you like to tell the class what it is you find so interesting, Miss Y/L/N?”

You weren’t sure how long Professor McGonagall had been standing there or what answer she expected of you. Before you could say anything she turned around and took a few steps, effectively blocking your site of the very person you’d been distracted by.

“What about you, Mr. Weasley? You seem to be just as distracted.”

Fred, for once, seemed to also be at a loss for words. He’d barely managed to blink owlishly and start with the beginning of an excuse before he was shushed again. McGonagall looked between the two of you for a moment before pursing her lips. “Detention tonight, both of you.”

Frankly, you were too scared to argue. So instead you turned back towards the very thing that had been the cause of your distraction only to find him already looking at you. You could feel the heat rush to your face when Fred offered you a smile as he pushed the glasses up his face a little and mouthed, this should be fun.

*

Much to your surprise, you were in fact not the first one to reach the transfiguration room at exactly seven o’clock that night. Fred pushed himself off the wall immediately upon seeing you walking his way, a look on his face you couldn’t quite read.

“And here I was thinking you were going to ditch me.”

“I think,” You gulped as you looked anywhere but at him. He was still wearing his glasses and you were positive you’d get distracted again if you looked at him for too long. “I think I’d just get another detention if I did that.”

Fred, on the other hand, was looking right at you with a small smile playing on his lips. This detention was more than worth it in his eyes, especially if it meant getting to spend an hour alone with you. Well almost alone anyway. You were fidgeting a little too much though, something he noticed rather easily. “Is this your first one?”

“First what?”

“Detention.”

You frowned then, stopping your nervous movements and looking up at his towering figure. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know really,” Fred shrugged and couldn’t but smile at the sight of you looking at him curiously, head tipped to the side and arms crossed in front of you. “Maybe it’s just cause you’re always so quiet.” The memory of you cursing at Snape under your breath a couple weeks ago made him laugh suddenly. “You do have a mouth on you, though, don’t you?”

You knew what he was referring to immediately and a flush spread across your face once more. “I’m sorry about that, again”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fred leaned against the wall again and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. “So is it?”

“No,” With a sigh you followed his movements and sat down cross legged next to him. “Though I guarantee my reasons probably aren’t as fun as yours.”

“Try me,” Fred turned then so he was facing you, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. “You first.”

Slowly your nerves started fading away. Your gaze however stayed focused on the wall in front of you. “Fine, One was for ditching History of Magic to read in one of the broom cupboards.”

“Well aren’t you a little rebel.”

“Oh always,” That comment made you laugh. You could hear the grin in his voice and finally worked up the nerve to look at him, trying your hardest to focus on the conversation and not on the way his school robes had been abandoned and the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up his arms. “Now your turn.”

Talking to Fred came easier than you thought it would. A couple well timed jokes had you relaxing completely and soon enough the two of you were laughing together right there, sitting on the floor in a random hallway.

The reason behind you being there had slipped your mind completely. That is until you noticed Professor McGonagall walking down the hallway. Both of you scrambled up from the floor, simultaneously recalling the fact that you had detention.

“Professor,” You nodded and quickly straightened out your clothes.

Fred, meanwhile, gave a smirk as he leaned against the wall once more. “You know I think we ought to give you detention for keeping us waiting, Professor.”  

“Did neither of you get my owl?” McGonagall ignored the comment as she moved to unlock the door to her office.

You turned to look at Fred, both of you sharing a confused look. “Owl?”

“Your detention was cancelled,” Once the door was unlocked she stood in the doorway and glanced between the two of you. You didn’t miss the ghost of a smile that flashed on her face. “Though I suppose it’s just as well. The two of you two certainly got to know each other better. Perhaps you can now find it in yourselves to keep the staring to a minimum in my class.”

Then without another word she walked into the room and shut the door behind her.

Your stare was blank as you glanced quickly between the office, Fred, and the spot Professor McGonagall once stood. “Did she -”

Fred chuckled again and followed as you started walking down the hallway towards your common room. “Did she what? Trick us into going on a first date? I think so.”

You weren’t able to keep the grin off your face as you shook your head a little. “It was not a first date. It was talking.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Well in that case how about this weekend? We can try not to get ourselves another detention while sneaking out to Hogsmeade.” Fred stopped when you did and couldn’t help but notice the surprised look on your face, one that faded quickly. “How about it?”

“I’ll agree if you tell me one thing, first.” You challenged, eyes narrowing and arms crossing as you stared directly at him for the first time.

“Anything.” Fred’s answer was just as confident.

Your eyes flickered across his face, taking in the sight of him wearing those glasses just as you had earlier. “You’ve never worn those before have you?”

A beat passed and Fred knew he’d been caught. You could see right through him. “Yes I have.”

“No you haven’t,” Your arms fell to your sides, being able to see his hesitation clearly. “I’d remember.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you look good in them.”

“Do I?” Fred chuckled when your eyes widened at your own comment. One you evidently you hadn’t meant to actually tell him. “Since we’re confessing I suppose I should tell you that you’re right.”

“I knew it!” You were quick to respond and nod in satisfaction. “What are you wearing those for then?”

For a moment Fred only looked at you. This wasn’t where he’d seen his day going. Maybe some more pining, wondering if you’d noticed him at all. Now that he was here beside you, both of you apparently smitten enough with each other for one of your professors to meddle, he was ecstatic. “I’ll tell you but you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

“I promise I won’t.”

“Fine,” Fred started walking down the hall again but stayed focused on you to see what your reaction would be. “I thought they’d make you notice me more since you always seemed to be avoiding me.”

You tried not to smile, you really did. But the corners of your mouth started turning upwards and Fred stopped again, not being able to resist grinning along with you. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m not!” A laugh really did escape you then and you quickly put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You looked up at him then, a little more serious. “I swear I’m not laughing at you. I just think it’s cute.”

“Well I’m glad you think so cause I quite like these. Think I look rather dashing.” Fred pushed the glasses up a little bit from where they’d slipped and smirked. “And apparently you agree since the whole reason we’re here is your staring.”

“Hey, both of us were staring, thank you very much.”

“Well I couldn’t help myself, darling. You’re entrancing, you know.”

“Entrancing,” You repeated the word and your grin softened, looking away as butterflies formed in your stomach. “Is that right?”

“It is,” Fred gave a firm nod, giving you no room to argue. “You’re beautiful, love, you must know that.”

When you dared to look at him he was smiling at you, a completely genuine sparkle in his eyes as he looked only at you. You weren’t sure yet what the warm feeling that erupted in your chest and fluttered through your body at the sight of his gaze trained on you was. He was looking at you like you were the world and it overwhelmed you with emotions you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Fred on the other hand? You were positive he was definitely somebody you could get used to. Him and his smile that never faded. Him and his laugh that was practically infectious. Him and his eyes that were full of life, showed you entire worlds, and sat behind a pair of glasses he didn’t need.

“Thank you,” You couldn’t help but beam back at him, a flash of confidence suddenly coursing through your veins. “So are you.”

#wow this is so soft I just - #fred weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x you #harry potter one shot #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fic #hp fanfic #hp fic #hp imagine #hp series #my fics #entranced

[thora-jane]

Twin-Way Mirror (Pt iv)

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 4: You begin to feel something is truly off about the twins as you all start to get ready for the world cup

Warnings: gets the slightest bit spicy, someone briefly isn't wearing a shirt but nothing happens lol

Word count: 2,637

female!reader, 2nd person POV

(a/n): We're back to Twin-Way Mirror BUT! I'm still taking requests! I think it'd be awesome to make some stories any of you want to see! Don't be nervous to reach out and send me an ask! Please!!!! I sit in the college cafeteria every morning for hours needing something to do!!!!! Love you all and hope you have a ~magical~ day <3

***

“(Y/n)! (y/n), get up!” Hermione whispered, shaking your shoulders lightly, “We need to get ready to go, could you wake up the twins? I need to get the other boys.”

You nodded, eyes not fully open as you sat up in bed and stretched. By the time you had rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked around, Hermione was already gone. Crawling out of bed, you looked over at the twins. Both of them were still fast asleep, and you tried to recall exactly how heavy of sleepers they were.

“C’mon, fellas, we gotta get moving,” You mumbled, nudging the one nearest to you. When there was no response, you sighed. Sitting down on their bed next to them, you leaned over and tucked his hair behind his ear. Freckles. Taking a deep breath, you placed your lips next to his ear. Without whispering, you woke him up, “Oi, Georgie Porgie. Get up, we need to go soon.”

You felt his leg kick out with a start as he bolted upright, his eyes snapping open and looking around before he saw you. You tried to hold back a smile but failed, and with an exasperated groan he grabbed your shoulders and yanked you over to him. You let out a little yelp as he wrapped his arms around you and yawned.

“How dare you,” he paused, squeezing you as he stretched out his legs, “waking me up in such a violent manner! Do you not care about my beauty sleep? It takes a lot of work to be the better looking one!” this got you to laugh, but not long after that a pillow came flying towards your face. George ducked, turning the two of you to shield you from the impact, “Careful love, I think we’ve awakened the savage beast,” He winked down at you before getting hit with another pillow.

“Savage beast? Speak for yourself Georgie. (y/n), where’s my good morning kiss? I dare say I feel a bit cheated,” Fred pouted. You wriggled out from George’s arms and threw a pillow back at Fred before walking to your trunk and taking out some clothes.

“Bold of you to assume George would even get a ‘good morning kiss.’ And if the two of you don’t get up you’re not going to get a good morning, period. Now c’mon, Hermione said we’d be leaving soon,” You picked up the pillow from your cot and threw it so it hit one of them, then ran out of the room before either had the chance to reciprocate your actions.

You changed as quickly as you could and combed your hair. You knew you didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend in the bathroom with a house full of people, but as you splashed your face and let the cold water drip off your nose, you started mulling over everything that had happened since you got here: Being carried into the house, Fred and George’s jokes about the handsomer twin, the moments where you’d make one of them go quiet, not to mention Fred kissing your forehead last night. It was all rather odd, really. You wondered if Hermione or Angelina would have anything to say about it. After drying off your face and deciding that talking to the girls about it wouldn’t hurt, you left the bathroom and headed back to put your pajamas back in your trunk. Apparently you were too used to having a room to yourself, as you opened the door without knocking.

That was a mistake.

“Bloody hell, (y/n)!” you heard one of them exclaim before you slammed the door and clamped your eyes shut. You weren’t sure which twin was still in their room, but whichever it was, they hadn’t exactly finished changing their shirt. A second later the door swung open again and you did everything in your power to not look up at them again.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” You winced, trying to duck below their arm and get through the doorway without touching them. He only laughed, and turned to watch you tip-toe through the bedroom out of embarrassment. Walking back towards the door and staring at your feet (either out of embarrassment or fear that he’d see your face turning as red as his hair) you had nearly made it out before he stuck out his arm to block you.

“I’m so sorry, I really am,” you stammered out again, still trying to avoid his gaze, “I forgot to knock and I thought you two had gone downstairs and-”

He only chuckled to himself, “It’s alright, (y/n), nothing that hasn’t happened before, and certainly not something that won’t ever happen again, right?”

At this you looked up, utterly confused, “I’m sorry, what?” you caught a glimpse of his jumper, green with a large letter ‘G’ knitted into the front.

“Oh, uh…” he paused, scratching the back of his head, “I only mean that...I’ve been walked in on before and...It’s bound to happen again and...well better me putting my shirt on than something else, right?” he offered a laugh, but after hearing his words leave his mouth it came out more like a wince.

After some hesitation you gave a weak smile, then nodded, “Right, yeah,” he coughed, and you looked down at your feet before pointing out to the hallway, “Let’s get going, then.”

***

The seven of you left the burrow just as the sun had started to rise, George and Fred had been walking with the other boys, passionately talking about who would win the quidditch match and debating what bets to place on which team. Meanwhile, you lagged behind with Hermione and Ginny. When you were sure the twins couldn’t hear you, you leaned over to Hermione and whispered.

“Have you noticed anything different about them lately?” you nodded to the gang of boys ahead of you.

“Well...Harry did mention having a bad dream last night. And he woke up with his scar hurting. We’re not sure what it is but-”

“No I uh...I meant the twins,” You interrupted, shoving your hands in your pockets as you watched them walking ahead of you. Merlin, they had gotten taller, they were practically twice as tall as Ginny and had to walk with their heads ducked so they wouldn’t be hit by any passing branches. One of them (George, you could see the top of the ‘G’ on his jumper from underneath his jacket) was walking backwards. He caught on that you were watching him, and his face lit up before he stuck out his tongue. You waved back, but quickly turned back to Hermione, “Something just seems a little different.”

“Well they’re much taller than the end of last term, and I suppose their hair has gotten a bit longer since the last time you three would have seen each other,” she thought aloud.

“I’m well aware of that,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear in hopes that your hand shielded any blush on your face.

“And they are quite excited about the match today, if that means anything,” she added, tilting her head, “But other than that I haven’t really been paying much attention. Why do you ask?” she turned to you, curiosity in her voice.

“They talked about you practically all summer,” Ginny butted in, “Every other thing they said was (y/n) this and (y/n) that,” She stood up as tall as she could and tried to copy their voice to the best of her ability, “Blimey, Freddie, I sure wish (y/n) was here. You know she would appreciate our refined taste. Oi Ron, (y/n) wrote to you, the least you could do is say hi back to her! Look everyone, (y/n) sent me a letter! (Y/n) sent me a letter! Did Eros stop by, mum?” she sighed, shaking her head, “You’d think you were the only person in the world! No offense, of course. They spoke about you like you were some great celebrity.”

“Did they really?” You asked, rather puzzled as you looked back up towards the twins. George turned around again and gave you an exaggerated wave, with Fred following suit.

Ginny picked up her pace to catch up with the others, but before Hermione could do the same, you grabbed her hand, “I walked in on George this morning.” You almost blurted out.

“What?” she asked, rather shocked. You shushed her before she had the chance to say anything louder and draw attention.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose” you said in your defense, “I just opened the door and he wasn’t wearing-”

“I don’t want to know!” she interrupted in a harsh whisper, but after a moment she asked quickly, “What happened after that?”

“I slammed the door shut and probably turned as red as a tomato. Then when I went back in he sort of awkwardly made a joke about it, but he didn’t seem too bothered? He just wasn’t wearing a shirt, so it could have been way more...you know…awkward.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Well that’s for sure. (y/n), I haven’t the slightest idea what to tell you. You know George better than I do and by the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to be the least bit bothered,” She started to pick up the pace of her walk to catch up with the rest of the group, and you did the same.

“Hurry up kids, we’re nearly there!” Mr. Weasely called out over his shoulder as he ducked under another branch, “Ah, Amos!”

A man who you assumed was Amos Diggory smiled and loudly greeted Mr. Weasley, the two of them talked and exchanged a brief conversation about the weather before you heard Mr. Weasley ask, “Where is your son? Cedric, right?”

Cedric. That’s where you had heard the name Diggory before. Griffyndors and Hufflepuffs shared a potions class last year, and the two of you had been assigned as partners. He was a rather nice boy, and although the two of you didn’t exactly become best friends, you always waved to each other when he passed you in the hallways.

After making his grand entrance of jumping down from a tree, he greeted everyone with a simple nod. It was then that you caught his eye and he jogged over to walk beside you.

“(y/n), I didn’t expect to see you here. What a pleasant surprise if you don’t mind my saying so,” he smiled, and you could have sworn you saw Hermione and Ginny give each other a look out of the corner of your eye.

You nodded, “Yeah, the Weasleys were nice enough to invite Harry and I. How has your summer been, Cedric?” You looked over at him, trying to ignore the twins entering a small shoving match a few feet away.

“Oh it was quite nice, and you?” Cedric was always so polite, and that had proved helpful in potions with Professor Snape. The class was by default unbearable; the cold and dark and dank dungeon, Professor Snape’s face always glaring down at you over your shoulder, his comments on your insufferable eagerness to learn magic, on most days having Cedric as your partner was what made the actual class time worthwhile.

“Ah yes, the dynamic potions-brewing duo reunited once again.” Fred interrupted, slinging his arms over you and Cedric’s shoulders, startling both of you.

“It’s nice to see you too, George,” Cedric smiled, looking rather ruffled by the surprise.

“That’s not George,” you corrected, swinging one arm over Fred’s shoulder and the other over George beside you, nodding your head in his direction, “this one’s George.”

Cedric looked over at you in casual awe, “how do you do it, (y/n)? How do you tell them apart?”

You pulled the three boys closer, throwing your head back with a laugh, “Well it takes some practice. But it’s actually quite simple, you see-”

“Hurry up now! All of you! Gather round, it’s almost time!” Mr. Weasley called out, getting the four of you to jog up to join the group gathered around an old boot. George turned his head to Cedric, but didn’t take his eyes off you, “Come now, Ced, a magician never reveals his tricks.”

You looked back at him, pressing your back to his chest to reach out and place your fingertips on the boot, “Georgie, we’re all magic.”

Before he could respond, you felt your whole body’s weight lurch forward and your feet leave the ground, gravity hooking around your abdomen as the group of you took off spinning. At one point, you felt you were going to go flying off away from everyone. George must have felt this two, and you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer. You thought you heard Mr Weasley shout for all of you to let go, and before you could process what it was he was saying, George let go of the boot. You felt him fly away and, with his arm still around you, you were yanked off with him.

The two of you landed with an oof, your back still pressed against George’s back. You could hear him groan from beneath you as you rolled off him and scrambled to your feet, turning back around and offering out a hand to help him up. He smiled weakly, squinting up in the bright light as he reached out and grabbed your hand.

You weren’t sure what to blame, his arms strong from playing beater for Quidditch the past four years, or how you were still dizzy from your ride through the portkey. But what you did know was one moment you were standing, offering to help him up, and the next he had pulled you back on top of him.

The two of you froze, not breaking eye contact. You could see the horror grow on his face and blush creeping up on his ears. And, by the feel of it, your face was about the same. Neither of you moved or said a word until you thought you overheard Fred groan and Cedric laugh from over to the side.

“Sorry!” He cried out, a bit embarrassed as he shoved you off him and got up to his feet, now offering his hand to pull you up, “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

You reached up, clearing your throat as you tried to not look flustered. You weren't quite prepared for how quickly he tugged your arm though. Once again the two of you found yourselves rather close, your chests pressed together from how quickly he pulled you up.

“Oi, you two!” Fred called from behind you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him, “We’re gonna lose the others if you two don’t stop rolling around in the grass.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and jogged to keep up with Fred’s big steps. You could see the big goofy grin on his face and couldn’t help but laugh. You’d seen the twins excited over pranks, but this was a different kind of excited; innocent, wide-eyed, wholesome (or as wholesome as the twins could get). Watching his face strain from all his smiling, you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked down at you with a sort of glint in his eye you couldn’t remember seeing before and he let out a chuckle as he loosened his grip ongeo your hand and spun you around.

“I don’t suppose you’ve been to a quidditch match outside of school. Have you, (y/n)?” He asked, keeping his hand in yours and swinging your arms back and forth.

“No, I don’t suppose I have,” you answered, “but I can’t wait.”

#fred wealsey fic #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey imagine #george x y/n #george weasley #george x reader #fred x y/n #fred weasley #george wealsey x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #fred and goerge weasley #weasley twins #requests anyone? #requests are open #requests open

[lucy90712]

Sapnap- face cam

Wc- 1987

Warnings- none (I think)  I've been up for almost 30 hours mainly because I was doing college homework all of last night and because my boyfriend Sapnap was streaming and being very loud which kept me up in the first place which was why I did my homework anyway. I love Sapnap to death but sometime he can be a little annoying but I put up with it.

Sapnap only got into bed at 4am and he's still asleep now at 11pm meanwhile since then I've finished a big essay, cleaned the apartment, done another essay and then made breakfast for myself which I'm eating now. I wish I could be this productive when I've had sleep but somehow it never works like that.

Eventually Sapnap came downstairs sauntering because he was still sleepy, some of us wish. He walked right over giving me a hug from behind as I washed some dishes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Morning babe you alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm good a little tired but I'll live" I replied

"Just to let you know I'll be streaming later" he said

He always tells me when he's streaming because his fans don't know about us and he doesn't want to accidentally reveal anything to protect me which is cute but it gets hard when he streams for hours on end and I need help with something. Sapnap is good about to it though if I really need help I either text him or message him on discord and he'll help but he sometimes doesn't read his messages.

I gave him some of what I made for breakfast and he sat down to eat it while I talked at him about college work that he pretends to care about. He's very supportive of all my college work and he'll let me get on with things if I have to but he will also talk about things with me if I want to. Thats one of the best things about Sapnap is his ability to adapt to how I'm feeling at any given moment and I like to think I'm at least ok at doing the same for him.

After breakfast Sapnap cleaned the rest of the dishes and let me take a shower which was nice and relaxing and woke me up a little bit as the cold water at the start hit my back, usually I would not be under the water as it warmed up but today I felt like I needed a shock to my system to get it going for another day. I had more homework and a lecture to do today so there was no chance for a nap until the evening when it's kind of pointless anyway.

After my shower I got dressed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt because it was comfy for sitting down all day in. Sapnap had got my laptop ready for me and had got me a glass for water which was sweet of him. My lecture was in about 2 minutes so I logged onto the class ready for it to start, when it did I put my headphones on so that Sapnap didn't have to listen to my teacher going on about whatever we were doing today, he always says he doesn't care but even I don't want to listen to it sometimes so there is no way he does.

As I tapped away making notes Sapnap put his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in circles comfortingly. He does this all the time whether its sat on the sofa like right now or while we're driving somewhere but its safe to say that I love it, it lets me know he's there in a weird way it's like he's acknowledging my presence. At one point he got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he had my favourite snack which he put between us so that we could share. What a lovely boyfriend he's being today, I'm starting to wonder what he thinks he's done that's he's trying to make up for.

My lecture finally finished after what seemed like and age so I went to get straight on with my last essay that needed submitting by the end of the month but Sapnap shut my laptop before I could get the document open, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and towards the door.

"Come on were going out for a walk" he said

"Why, I have an essay to work on" I whined

"You'll never leave the house if I don't drag you out so come on" he said handing me my shoes

I put them on and grabbed a jacket because according to the weather it was meant to be a little bit chilly out today, Sapnap grabbed the house keys and pushed me out the door onto the street. We don't often go out on walks because neither of us like leaving the house that much if we were to go out it would most likely be in the car to just go for a drive.

The two of us walked down the street holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we took steps forwards. Sapnap clearly had a good idea of where he wanted to go because he was making turns all over the place. Eventually we ended up at the target not that far from our place and we went in looking at everything like you do in target and we topped up on some snacks for a movie night soon.

We left with our snacks and Sapnap dragged me to the nearest park so we could sit outside and get a bit more fresh air. The nearest park is actually the one that we went to on one of our first dates so we have good memories there, on one of the benches by the duck pond is where we had our first kiss and many more after that.

I always love going back to that park with Sapnap because each time we reminisce on the past and talk about the future which seems to change each time we come here. We walked to the exact bench that we had our first kiss on and sat down looking at the scenery. It had changed quite a bit since the first time we were here, there used to be a little play park for kids in the distance but now thats gone and is replaced with a small flower garden instead.

The first time we came here and we talked about the future all we wanted was to still be together after we left for college which of course happened, then the next time we wanted to move in together which we did and now. I'm not really sure what the future holds for us but I'm sure it will be interesting.

"Wow its been so long since we came here we have changed so much and achieved everything that we wanted to" he said

"I know its so weird to think that our last goal was to move in together and now we have been living together for 5 months where do you think we will end up in the future?" I asked

"On man I have no idea but I would love to still be living together and maybe in a bigger place and maybe even be engaged" he said

This shocked me I never expected him to say that but I guess that is the next logical step for us to take in our relationship.

"I like the sound of that" I said  

We went back home and Sapnap went to stream while I worked on my essay he didn't tell me how long he was going to stream for but it will probably be about 3 hours. So I sat down and got on with writing the last 15 pages of my essay which would probably take me the entire time he was streaming maybe longer.

My essay took me almost exactly 4 hours to do but when I tried to submit it it wouldn't upload which happens from time to time. I looked at the upload speed of the WiFi since Sapnap taught me how to do it and it was fine but I assumed that it was being used for something else. This problem has happened before when Sapnap is uploading a video so I assumed that was the issue.

It got up and walked to Sapnap’s streaming room waiting outside for a moment to double check that he wasn't still streaming, I waited a couple minutes and heard nothing so I knocked and went in.

As soon as I went in I saw that Sapnap was still streaming and his face cam was on which meant that I was now on his stream in front of however many people. I've never made such a stupid mistake especially one that outs my entire relationship, I just stood in shock not being able to move and get out of the shot. Sapnap had the exact same reaction his face was filled with shock and fear at the same time.

Nothing prepares you for the moment that you expose yourself live in front of probably 100,000 people or more who will record anything that happens. Nothing prepares you for the chaos that will ensue when you do the before mentioned thing and definitely nothing prepares you for the guilt you feel doing so.

"Um hi y/n" He said trying to make things less awkward

"Hey" I replied shyly

He motioned for me to come over because there was no point trying to hide this anymore since no one will believe anything we say now. I stood next to Sapnap luckily being short enough that I still fit in frame but he had obviously given up caring at this point because he pulled me down into his lap to sit while we talked to his chat. Again he did the thing where he rubs his thumb in a circle on my leg and this time it really was for comfort.

"Well chat this is y/n and shes my... girlfriend" he said

"Hi everyone" I said shyly

"Now chat I'm going to need you to be nice to her or I'll be angry because she is very precious to me" he said

His chat were going insane telling others to clip this and people getting way to excited about all of this and some were asking questions. The whole chat was going so incredibly fast that it was hard to read all the messages.

We answered some of the basic questions like how long we have been together and other things, people also asked if George and Dream knew which of course they did and they have made jokes about Sapnap having a girlfriend but no one ever took it too seriously. At one point dream joined the call and started mocking us for being stupid and exposing ourselves and he told some stories that he knew we wouldn't mind him saying which the chat enjoyed.

I started yawning more and more as I stayed on the stream because I wasn't keeping my mind busy my tiredness was taking over. I leant back into Sapnap to rest my head on his shoulder, he out his hand on my head running it through my hair which is very relaxing.

"Are you tired?" He asked

"No I'm fine I can stay awake" I said

"I don't want to hear it I know you've been awake for over 24 hours so you are going to sleep" he almost demanded

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a comfortable position where I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost right away forgetting that Sapnap was still streaming but it doesn't matter.

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #dsmp #mcyt #dreamteam #dream team