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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 2 years

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Spotify Playlists and Starbucks Cards | Angel Torres x Reader

Prompt: Pain

Word: 1389

Fandom: Nope (2022)

A/N: Super late Writer's Month entry. Been meaning to write for him. I’m so happy that Brandon was in this movie. I loved his character from The OA and I was sad that it got canceled, so it was nice to see him getting projects like this. How do I title again?

Summary: One late shift at Fry’s Electronics with Angel led you to joining him and the Haywoods on the quest for the Oprah shot of a UFO. The aftermath of a series of adrenaline inducing events came peace, silence, and a little sense of normalcy.

You gradually came to, finding yourself tightly cocooned in a tattered piece of tarp that you, Angel, and Antlers were huddled under, trying to get the perfect shot. The sun was going down and you could feel the wind through the tarp’s opening. You wrestled your way out, sliding your body the rest of the way. Once free, you slowly rose onto your knees and looked around. You were far from the Haywood house, the lights like a beacon through the darkening landscape.

A beam of light was quickly making their way towards you and you realized in your hazy state that it was Angel. There was a flood of relief that washed over you as he came closer, littered with cuts and scrapes but still in one piece.

“Did we do it?” you asked, your legs giving in when you tried to stand.

Angel swiftly swooped over, catching you by the waist. “Yeah, yeah, we did it,” he said, smiling.

“And the others? Em? OJ?” You looked over his shoulder at the house again, not seeing any movement through the windows.

“They’re making their way back right now. Em made it all the way to Jupiter’s Claim and got the shot. She managed to kill Jean Jacket, well we think she did, and we got OJ back. Then, the news crew showed up, so they had to deal with that right after.”

He made you lean onto him as the two of you made your way back to the house. There was a peaceful silence that fell between you two, using the rest of your strength to get back. All you wanted to do now was collapse in a giant bed and hibernate for a few days. Once inside the house, you and Angel slumped onto the nearest kitchen chair, catching your breath.

“I think we got some footage on the side that we could –”

“I don’t really care about that now,” you interrupted. You rubbed your face, spreading dirt that still remained on your palm. “We need to take a look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine,” Angel said, jerking forward as you slowly got out of your chair.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

He sighed in defeat, pointing in the direction down the hall. You scrunch your fingers through his hair as you pass him, a habit you started after the first few weeks of working together at the electronics store. Once in the bathroom, you rifled through their medicine cabinet and under the sink for what you needed to treat Angel’s cuts.

When you came back, he had just finished wiping himself down with a wet paper towel, his body slumped against the kitchen counter. You carried a chair closer and he let you pull him down to sit, his eyes closing slowly as exhaustion set in again.

Without a word, you got to work laying out your supplies, kneeling next to his chair, and started cleaning his wounds. They weren’t too deep, but you could see where the barbs snagged into his skin when he was being sucked in by Jean Jacket. When you started cleaning one of his bigger cuts, he winced in pain, his eyes opening just a crack.

“Hey,” you said, smiling softly.

The corners of his lips slowly turned up. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Can I tell you something? Usually I would have reserved it for, like, before our potential death, but since it’s after and we survived –”

“What is it, Angel?”

He huffed, his eyes more awake than before as he looked at you. “I think I like you. Like, really like you.”

You paused your cleaning, your brain trying to catch up with the words he just said. “Are you saying that you only wait until there’s a situation where you might die to confess romantic feelings for someone?” you asked incredulously. Sure, he just confessed, but your mind works in a strange way to cope with the fact that your best friend actually had feelings for you.

“Is that what you got out of that? I just bled my heart out –”

“Not exactly a Shakespeare or a Jane Austen way of confessing, so I wouldn’t say bled it out –”

But I’m serious right now,” he insisted, reaching out for your wrist.

You hoped that he couldn’t feel your pulse racing as he leaned closer. “I’m serious, too. You didn’t even tell me before we tried to get Jean Jacket, you told me after. You could have told me weeks ago.”

He snorted. “We’re friends. I couldn’t just spring that on you like that. Now, we’ve just gone through some shit together, so I figured, you know, now would be a good time. I’m not expecting you to like me back, I’m just putting it out there. From the time you gave me your Starbucks card to the hair scrunching, the jokes after a customer complaint on the phone, and sci-fi movie debates. Every day, I fell a little bit more… in love with you.”

“Jesus, Gellie Bean. You fell in love with me because I gave you my Starbucks card? There was only $8 in that thing.”

“Come on, dude,” he groaned, leaning back again and rubbing his face in frustration and embarrassment.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around this since whenever I bring up something that remotely reminds you of your ex, you kept whining about how she ditched you and now she’s got a pilot on the CW or something. I know you always offer to cover when I need a break at work, and you’d introduce me to your favorite music and shared your spotify playlist with me, and you’d get me Starbucks and a spinach feta wrap with that Starbucks card that you’ve kept, but how was I supposed to know that you were even interested in me when you sounded like you were still hung up about your ex?”

Angel opened his mouth, then shut it with a click, nodding in understanding. “I… yeah, I can see how that’s confusing.” He scratched his head, scrunching his face in thought before clearing his throat. “So, uh, wanna go grab a bite some time? Just us two?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe some spinach feta wrap with your Starbucks card or something,” he teased.

“You’re stupid.”

You shoved his shoulder, shaking your head with a smile. He grinned widely, pulling at your wrist until your faces were inches apart, your elbows resting on his thighs. Your stomach fluttered as he gazed adoringly at you before swooping down to capture your lips. You lifted yourself up until you were almost straddling him as you kissed back, running a hand through his hair.

“Listen, you two are cute, but can we not deal with this now?” Emerald said, strolling through the kitchen to get something from the fridge.

“Uh, when did you guys get back?” Angel asked, clearing his throat.

“Just now. We got a guest room, in case y’all forgot, so if you guys wanna…,” Emerald trailed off with a cheeky wink, handing a cold beer to her brother who was silently lounging in the other room.

Your face heated as you pulled away from Angel. “Thanks, Em, but I think we’re gonna get something to eat. You guys want anything?”

Emerald looked over at OJ who raised a thumbs up. “No, we’re good for now. Enjoy your date, lovebirds.”

“Thanks, Em,” you and Angel said, quickly cleaning up the kitchen before heading out.

Emerald watched the two of you scramble out to the van and smirked. “You owe me money,” she said.

OJ rolled his eyes. “I don’t remember making a bet with you.”

“Well, I remember. I remember saying how if those two don’t get their shit together, we should do that thing that dad talked about to breed horses.”

“We train horses, we don’t breed them. We are not putting our two friends into a dark room so they could get together,” OJ said.

“We’re not, because we don’t have to now!”

OJ lied down on the couch with a sigh, setting his beer on the side table before closing his eyes.

“So…,” Em started again.

OJ hummed, telling her he was listening.

“How are we going to clean the house outside?”

OJ opened his eyes again. “Fuck.”

#writersmonth2022 #writer's month #angel torres x reader #angel torres #haywood siblings #nope movie #angel torres fic

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ayoedebiris · 2 years

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Can I get fun OJ out this bitch? 'Cause this wack ass OJ is really making me feel like I'm not loved.

KEKE PALMER & DANIEL KALUUYA as EMERALD & OJ HAYWOOD in NOPE (2022) dir. Jordan Peele

#nope #nope spoilers #filmedit #horroredit #filmgifs #moviegifs #dailyflicks #pocedit #userbru #userrachel #*#something so personal abt horror siblings..#emerald haywood #oj haywood

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redhairedgryffindor · 2 months

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TLSQ Valentines In Hogwarts Beyond but My MCs Kissing All Characters

#hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #mc #jacobs sibling #jae kim #penny haywood #merula snyde #barnaby lee #chiara lobosca #andre egwu #badeea ali

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bmoharrisbankofficial · 2 years

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am still obsessed with the bit from nope (2022) where em goes "so i was talking to my therapist about how dad made me feel unworthy and less than and--" and oj goes "you see a therapist??" and then em pauses and goes "i fuck one occasionally! anyways i was telling her--"

#nope 2022 #emerald haywood #oj haywood #em haywood #for the people who say they wish theaters had subtitles: they do! not every screening obvs but look up your local theater and type in #'on screen captions [movie name]' and it will give you a list of showings with subtitles #usually there are 2 to 3 during a movie's run; i'm going again on wednesday bc there's a screening with the captions #nope 2022 spoilers #nope spoilers #i am so in love with these siblings they are so good #also i love when black lesbians survive films holy shit #i was so worried she was going to die based on (waves at the past several decades of media and how it treats black women and sapphics #let alone characters who are both)#i love and cherish my little lesbian so much

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter One: Arrested

They locked eyes as Barbara rose from her perch, and in the dim alley lighting, Jason cursed under his breath and said, "Man am I in trouble..." He sank down to the ground and covered his face.

Barbara sighed and came down to meet him, and she sat down by his side. "You're gonna turn me in, huh?" he asked, still hiding his face.

She didn't say anything at first. "Where are your parents? Maybe I can just take you home after you return the tires you took," she offered. Jason didn't answer her. "Or I could just turn you in."

"My parents are dead," Jason mumbled, "Do you sit and talk to every crook you meet or am I just special?"

"Now, if I tell you you're special, it's gonna make me seem like a jerk," Barbara joked, "But if you don't have any parents to go home to... I kind of have to take you in."

"Can't you just save me the trouble of running away from a foster home and let me off with a warning?" Jason asked. Barbara sucked her teeth and knocked the back of her head against the Batmobile as she tried to think of something to do. "What part of Gotham are you from?"

"Why?" she asked.

"You don't sound like you're from here," Jason whispered, "Are you gonna turn me in?" She shrugged. "You are gonna tell your dad, though?"

"My dad?" Barbara asked. "Oh! He's not my—."

"Is he your boyfriend then?" Jason asked. Barbara screwed her face up and shook her head.

"Please stop talking and let me think for a second... Also, no, he isn't my boyfriend. Let's go get that tire back, and then I'll make my decision. Okay?" Barbara suggested, and she helped him up.

Jason led her back to his apartment, where he kept the tire. They both climbed up the fire escape, and Barbara took a look around at the rundown apartment. Jason's mattress sat in the corner of the living room by the door. He rolled the tire back towards the fire escape window, only stopping when Barbara let out a sigh. "What? I'm gonna put it back the same way I left it, I swear," Jason reassured her.

"No, it's not that... Do you wanna get something to eat after this?" Barbara asked. Jason turned and cocked his head at her. "What?"

"You don't have any Batgirl stuff to do? You and Batman don't go out to dinner—?"

"Again, we're not dating... Also, no. I'm on my own time. If it's too embarrassing to eat dinner with me as Batgirl, I could hang back, and we could eat on one—."

"No, I'm just saying that if I was you, I would do anything to not have dinner with me," Jason interrupted. Barbara chewed her bottom lip.

"Come on, kid. Let's go put the tire back and get something to eat before all the good food places close up for the night," she nudged him before making her way out the window and helping him get the tire out onto the fire escape. They went back to the batmobile, and Jason put the tire back. "Good, now we can—."

"I gotta tighten this one before we go. I loosened the nuts on this one," Jason interrupted as he crouched down with the tire iron and tightened it back up. "Now, I'm done." Barbara smiled at him, and she led him back to where her bike was. "So, if Batman isn't your dad... Does your dad know you ride motorcycles in a bat costume all night?" She messed up his hair.

"No, and you won't tell him," she laughed as she passed him a helmet. Barbara climbed on her bike, and Jason put on the helmet she gave him and climbed on after her. She put her helmet on and turned to him. Jason looked around for something to hold onto, and she chuckled and shook her head. "You're gonna have to hold onto me." Jason nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist. She started her bike up and drove off.

Jason tightened his grip and held on that way until they stopped at a food truck. Barbara told him to order anything he wanted once they got off. Jason took his helmet off to reveal a complete look of bewilderment, and Barbara chuckled. "You'll get used to it," Barbara reassured him.

"You say that like you're gonna be picking me up again after tonight," Jason chuckled uncomfortably. They ordered their food and took a number. "So, are you gonna turn me in?" Barbara nodded.

"Yeah, I decided. You're a hardened criminal... No, I'm not gonna turn you in. I'm gonna take you somewhere, though, because you can't go back there. What's your name, by the way, I forgot to ask?" Barbara whispered as she leaned against the wall. Jason stood next to her.

"My name's Jason," he introduced himself to her, "And I'm kind of glad I didn't go with my first plan of action..."

"What was that?" she asked.

"Hitting you with a tire iron and calling you Carrot Top," Jason raised his shoulders out of embarrassment, and he was a little startled when she laughed at him.

"Carrot Top? Oh yeah, that was a horrible plan. I would've been pissed," she chuckled, "So glad you didn't do that... Also, it's nice to meet you, Jason."

They got their food and ate on the curb together. "Where are you gonna take me?" Jason asked.

Jason spilled a little barbecue sauce on his hoodie. Barbara nudged him. "Want a bite?" Jason asked.

"N—. Why not?" Barbara took a bite of his burger and nodded. "Mm, I was gonna tell you you've got a little something on your jacket."

Jason shrugged and went back to eating. "No big deal... But you never answered my question."

"I know, but I just think it'll be easier to show you than it would be to tell you," Barbara explained, "You trust me?"

Jason looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah," Jason smiled a little half-smile, "Sure." After they finished eating, Barbara took a napkin and wiped her hands, and gave Jason one.

"Wanna ride around for a little bit? Or are you tired?" Barbara asked.

"I'm never tired," Jason replied as he put the helmet back on, and Barbara climbed on her bike. He held on tight while they rode around in circles for a few hours, and she decided it was time to take him back. She parked in an alley and climbed up the fire escape.

"Wait out here, just one second, okay?" she whispered and motioned for him to stay quiet. Jason nodded and stood against the wall as he watched her close the curtains. Barbara came down a few minutes later in civvies and took his hand. "Now, you're not gonna tell my dad anything. If he asks, I met you at my job at the library. Okay?" Barbara asked.

Jason nodded wordlessly, and she moved to lead him into her building, but he didn't move. "What's wrong?" Barbara asked, turning to look at him.

"You look like my mom," Jason mumbled. He swallowed hard, and he wouldn't make any further eye contact with her. The look of her freckles and the softness in her eyes made his chest hurt. Barbara didn't notice. She just wanted to get him inside before she lost the courage to speak with her dad.

"Shush, okay. Now come on," Barbara whispered as she moved again, and he didn't budge. Barbara looked back at him, and she softened up. Tears streamed down Jason's face, and he turned his head away from her. "Come here." Her voice was soft and sincere.

Jason embraced her, and for the first time since his mother died, he wept. Barbara was taken aback by the sudden shift in his emotions, but she hugged him back. "Wanna talk about it?" she asked.

Jason shook his head. Barbara nodded and held onto him until he stopped crying, and he let her take him into her apartment building. They went up the elevator, and as soon as Barbara got the door unlocked, she called for Commissioner Gordon. "Hey, Dad? I brought a friend with me, hope you don't mind. We already ate," Barbara explained, and Commissioner Gordon came out of the kitchen with a bowl of macaroni and cheese.

"Your friend doesn't look old enough to be out this late... Where's his—?" Barbara shook her head. "Oh. Sure you're not still hungry, err... Um..."

"Jason, I met him at the library. I was kind of wondering if maybe he could crash here for a while," Barbara suggested, "Like a long while?"

"Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen, son... Babs, can I talk to you in private?" Jim asked. She nodded and followed him to his room.

Jason looked around at their family pictures and their furniture. He sniffed and kicked off his shoes and set them aside before going into the kitchen and washing his hands. Jason could hear them arguing, but it didn't sound bad, so Jason made himself a plate of food and sat on the floor at their coffee table. He was about to get up and make himself another helping when Jim and Barbara came back out. "Jason, how old are you?" Jim asked.

"Almost thirteen," Jason answered.

"Why do you look familiar?" Jim asked.

"You might've taken my dad in back when he was around... She didn't tell me you—." Barbara shot him a look. "Were such a good cook..."

"Thanks, and you can stay here. We'll figure things out as we go along, I guess. Also, you can finish eating... I'm gonna go see if I could find something for you to wear," Jim replied. Jason nodded and went back to the kitchen, and Barbara followed him.

As soon as Jim was out of earshot, Jason shot her a look. "Your dad is a cop. The commissioner at that. That's like the king of cops. Are you crazy?" Jason whispered.

"Well—."

"Jesus Christ," Jason turned away to make his plate, "You don't think you could've warned me a little?"

"I knew you wouldn't have gone for it. Besides, it's either this or foster care, kid. I don't know what else to tell you. This way, I can keep an eye on you," Barbara whispered.

Jason knocked her as he passed and sat down on the floor at the coffee table. "Jason—."

"I'm only gonna stay because I have a feeling you're not gonna get off my back... But I want you to know I'm pissed," Jason muttered as he ate. Barbara sat next to him and turned the tv on.

"My dad's fine, trust me... And you'll like it here. We'll fix up your room and—."

"You want me to stay here. How come?" Jason asked. "And you don't have to sell me on staying here. Dinner already did." Barbara smiled and embraced him. Jason went red in the face and stumbled over his words. "Well... Gosh, I guess that answers my question." Jason went back to eating, and Jim came out of his room.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the store," Jim announced, "Don't let her give you a hard time, Jason."

After Jim left, Jason looked at her. "What?" Barbara asked.

"Your dad's a cop. Why didn't you just become a cop?" Jason asked. Barbara sighed.

"Not for lack of trying, kid. He would rather die than see me put myself in harm's way," Barbara whispered, "Which is why you can't tell him anything about what I do."

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cursedcrusaders · 3 months

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Rey’s harem

Colors by @weirdcursedvaultkid :^>

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwats mystery #jacobs sibling #hphm mc #rey rivera #alex vega #merula snyde #chiara lobosca #hphm merula #penny haywood #we make a good team :^)#pls color all my drawings #while playing the past Christmas sq I was like this girl group would have had a crush on Rey at some point #and Alex too

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akaryuga · 11 months

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Sorry, LoL I tried.((

Don't get me wrong I like the official MC, but I just trying to get in (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) with my favourite witch Merula hehehe(?

Happy to see the new art style (?) Merula finally show up on the loading screen༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ��

I'm looking forward for the funny weird ad now LOL.

The original one:

#hphm #merula snyde #hogwarts mystery #maca camillo #harry potter hogwarts mystery #merula x mc #mc x merula #my art #jacob's sibling #barnaby lee #penny haywood #talbott winger

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stella-323 · 1 year

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Adult Andre look so cool! 😯

They didn't change much in badeea but i love her Outfit 😻

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camilamortem · 6 months

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Remember that mum Bill headcanon?

Well picture this:

Once Bill got his own apartment, he let's all the gang sleep there when they want, specially the ones having trouble at home, like Barnaby with his grandmother, they all have their own toothbrush and pijamas there, he'll have a hot chocolate or a lecture ready for anyone depending on the reason they got there.

#hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #incorrect hogwarts mystery #hphm #rowan khanna #ben copper #barnaby lee #badeea ali #bill weasley #hphm jacobs sibling #jae kim #chiara lobosca #charlie weasley #andre egwu #penny haywood #liz tuttle #mumbill

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kenny-lol · 2 years

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nope dump

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luzho · 11 months

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NOPE (2022)

HELL YEAH MAN I LOVED THIS MOVIE!!! gorgeous and fun and mesmerizing and full of terrifying implications<3 (based on the posing of the cover of ‘Fletcher Street’ by Martha Camarillo)

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Daniel Kaluuya as OJ Haywood riding a horse, Lucky, while Jean Jacket chases them in his UFO form. He wears an orange hoodie and blue jeans, that along with Lucky’s green racing hood and the tube man props around them, contrast vibrantly against the dusty and arid landscape and the clear turquoise sky. Behind both OJ and Jean Jacket, the title of the film appears distorted. End ID]

#my art #nope 2022 #oj haywood #jean jacket #i also got to experiment with new brushes for a future hobie brown fanart<333 #BUT HEYYY i did wait a year to finally do this one!!! i adored this movie #and the haywood siblings man..... i will also need to draw them together.........#nope fanart #and the background was very fun to do!!!!

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domaslut · 1 year

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LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

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