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constellationguy · 1 month

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That Radio Show

Summary: In the absence of the radio demon listeners of hell find a new broadcast to enjoy.

Chapter three

Chapter one: The New Voice On the Air

Every child dreams to be famous when they grow up, you were no different. When you were younger you wanted nothing more than to have your voice heard from all corners of the globe, to be heard on every radio station, to have your voice ring in the ears of millions of people. You took countless vocal lessons as a kid to prepare you for audition after audition, however very little came from it. Until in high school, you landed a job with your local radio station and fell in love with the art form. You worked almost full time despite school work piling up, the high of being live on air was worth barely passing a class or two. You did school work while music played on air when you weren’t speaking, it was the best job in the world in your book and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Eventually you took over the station after you graduated, working from 5:30am to 6:00 in the afternoon on most days, but night shifts always had the best callers and the warmest ambiance. You pored your heart and soul into your work until you died in a freak hunting accident in 2017.

When you arrived in hell you had dear like qualities, “I guess getting shot like game turned you into game in the after life” you thought looking at your new doe like features. Being new to hell was such an uncomfortable feeling, however you tried to get yourself in your feet as soon as possible. You spent about half a year working in a tailor shop getting yourself a house and a phone. Once you got enough money you finally got yourself an office and radio equipment to start broadcasting within the month. To advertise the radio station you made a hellstagram account just simply named “That Radio Show”. Your bio stated “That Radio Show will be making its debut on station 66.62 fm on the air in 2 weeks time at 5:30am on XX,XX, 2017! Be sure to tune in and maybe give us a call while on the air to chat at (666)-xxx-xxxx or send us mail to read on the air at xxxxx PO Box. Can’t wait to be on the air!”. You made posts advertising your debut, and asking your followers about ideas what to name your new radio show, and of course song suggestions. To your surprise your account went viral and got millions of followers in just a few days, your dms and comments filled with suggestions and surprisingly sweet comments with very little backlash. So when you debuted at 5:30am you had thousands of listeners tune in. Just as 5:30am graced hells residents, a sweet piano piece started to echo through the streets of hell. You lowered the volume just slightly hoping it would give just enough ambiance to your broadcast before speaking.

“Good morning residents of hell.” you said cautious of the volume of your voice.

“It is currently 5:30am in Pentagram City and for many it is time to start the day. As some of you may know this is the debut broadcast of That Radio Show!” You said excitedly.

“So please be sure to check out That Radio Show on hellstagram to send in song suggestions. As this is my first day on the air I hope my dear listeners can treat me with some grace” you hummed.

“Well, I’ll let those of you who got woken up by me go back to sleep and those waking up in peace for a bit, here is “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” by The Ink Spots”.

You then muted yourself before fading the piano music and changing it to the song. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held and smiled into your microphone. You spent about two hours introducing the next song in the broadcast order before you got your first call.

“That was “Let’s Do It” by Ella Fitzgerald. Such a sweet song this early in the morning don’t you think? Well-“ you were caught off guard by the phone ringing.

“It seems we have our first caller,” you answered the phone.

“Hello dear you’re on the air!”

“Oh darling!” a southern voice called through the phone.

“Your voice is just velvet to the ears of all of us in Cannibale Town, we are loving you down here darling! Keep up the tunes and let that voice shine.”

“Aw thank you dear,” you cooed into the microphone, “Such high praises on debut day, but nonetheless it is well appreciated.” Listeners could hear the smile in your voice and boy did it pull heart strings.

“Well of course darling, can’t let a beautiful voice go un-complemented, you have a good day now.” The lady said into the phone. “You too, Miss.” You exhaled, chuckling a bit, a smile evident in your tone.

“How sweet that was, ha, well it is currently 8:00am in Pentagram City and the weather is perfect for a morning walk. I hope you can take that opportunity and start your morning off right. This is “Je Te Leaisserai Des Mots” by Patrick Watson, hope you enjoy.” Once you muted yourself you practically squealed in joy with the blatant success of the radio show. Your hellstagram was full of comments praising your voice and pick if songs. The overwhelming support uncommon in hell was shocking and such a surprise, a welcome one though. You got a few more calls throughout the day, only one of them being rude and chastising radio for being an out of date media and flirting with you brazenly on the air.

“Oh that’s no way to speak to a lady, let alone live on air,” you cooed feigning innocence. You sent a devastatingly loud electroshock through the line and your callers line went dead as he fell to the floor.

“Oh dear it seems he hung up,” you chuckled “well- no matter, just remember dear listeners don’t be brazen and you won’t get shocked,” you said with edge in your voice. “Well, this is “Viola Sonata: 1. Largo” composed by Andrei Volkonsky.” You said giving out a light satisfying sigh. As the song closed your voice again rang in the heads of your listeners, “Well doesn’t that piece just tear at your terrible heart strings, such an erre sounding piece. How about something a bit lighter, this is “Bella Belle” by the Electric Swing Circus, hopefully a good dance will shake off any lingering weariness and tension, tune in and dance along, here’s Bella Belle”.

The rest of your day was rather uneventful.

“Well dear listeners, it is 6pm and my time on air is sadly up, don’t worry though. If you stay tuned into this station you’ll still hear music that I lined up to play until I get back tomorrow at 5:30am. Have a lovely evening sinners, I hope you all can tune in tomorrow.” You finally muted yourself for the last time today and leaded back into your chair sighing satisfied. You missed this feeling when you died. Well, no longer would you miss this feeling, you thought as you grab your things and left your office. Just as you locked up the owner of the building spawned behind you.

“SHIT-“ you yelled jumping and dropping your things.

“Such a jumpy thing you are,” the man teased to your annoyance. “You made a rise out of hell today toots, all the old souls have been craving a new voice to cling to after that old shit up and disappeared.” This man was just trying to get a rise out of you at this point but you indulged him, wouldn’t want to get kicked out of your office, he owned the building after all.

“Cut to the chase, what do you want,” you said shortly electricity dripping off your tongue.

“Oh I thought deer were jumpy and scarred things, never thought one would bite back so violently.” He said, voice full of tease and annoyance.

“Unless you are here to tell me about the this “old shit” of a senior I apparently have I would like to leave,” you said pushed through him going down the stair well.

“No need to be a bitch toots,” he called after you. You let it go for now, a little insults in exchange for a bit of information was a fair trade in your opinion.

After fixing yourself a meal you looked up your supposed senior, from what you could tell that “old shit” the building owner was talking about was the Radio Demon. He disappeared this year, a terrifying demon just up and left the public eye. From what you found online he was an overlord and a powerful one at that. He used is radio show is display his power, so this is what you were needed to live up to. Odd.

Chapter two: In the Eyes of the Public

With the radio demon’s disappearance there is less competition, you thought, though that’s a big role to fill for the public. No matter, you thought, you’ll learn to manage, he’ll be back soon… probably….

Everyday your influence on hell’s population grew, listening to your opinions and snide comments, hells older population absolutely fell in love with you. The younger population wasn’t to fond of radio as you were but, to each their own, as long as they keep their complaints between each other and not on your broadcast. As the months past the public grew fonder of you in the radio demons absence, you worry for his return but as months turn into years you worried less and less about him coming after you.

Well into your first year broadcasting you made a slip up that you somehow ended up in your favor.

“Good evening my dear listeners, it is currently 3:30pm in Pentagram City and this lovely winter has graced our dear city and lulled us into a somber mood. I can’t deny that I am not feeling it too so todays music is definitely in the feels today, here is “I’ll Never Smile Again” by Tommy Dorsey” you lowered a dial and muted yourself before sitting back and singing along to the music. Little did you know you turned down the songs volume and muted the piano you had playing in the background, not yourself. So as you listened to the light music and sang along to the sad tune all of hell could hear your voice. Many of your regular listeners simply enjoyed the show while newer listeners decided to record the song and it spread like wildfire, to your embarrassment.

You tried gloss over your mistake however hell seemed to love this little mishap and blew it way out of proportion. Soon enough your dear listeners began calling you “the princess of radio”. As much as you didn’t like the name at first, terrified for when the radio demon came back, it stuck and there was nothing you could do about it.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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famina · 11 months

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School (tummy) Rumbles 02

For the 1 year anniversary of Irakus's introduction I made the sequel of his fanfic ! (I don't know if I'll do that for the others. Maybe if I remember XD) Let's see how the little vamp boy is doing ! (Psst...it's not good...)

TRIGGER WARNING for hunger, pain.

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Life has a way of passing you by. Quite a bit of time has passed since you promised your classmate Irakus to help him with his…nutrition problems… But you still haven’t found a solution for him. You haven’t been lazing about tho. You somehow got very busy a little after that incident with friends, family, school work and other things. The next semester has also begun and you are no longer in any classes with the vampire boy which makes the matter seem less urgent. Actually, you haven spoken to Irakus in a long time. For all you know, he already found a way to feed himself.

And now that exams are starting you have absolutely no brain space to think about him. You worked to hard to let all your efforts go to waste now ! Okay, maybe you could’ve worked a little harder during the year but hey ! You can’t change the past ! You’ll just have to work extra hard now !

You have started to hear a few thing about your vampire friend tho, and not good news. Well you did hear one good thing. Apparently he found a friend ! That Timothy Langlais guy in Fine Arts ! You don’t know much about the guy other than he’s a bit weird and seems to have many troubles at home, but he seems nice enough. As for Irakus himself, people say he’s not doing so well. He sleeps a lot during class and he falls unconscious in PE. They also say that he looks sickly but tries to hide it with his usual smile. You conclude that he did not find blood to eat after all. This does worry you. And so, you decide to go see him.

On a free period, you find him in an empty classroom. He seemed to have fallen asleep and no one bothered to wake him up. As you enter you keep your distance. He is still a blood sucking monster who has not eaten in a while.

“I-Irakus ?” You call out to him. His body twitches and he slowly rises his head.

“O-Oh ! (Y/N) ! What a nice surprise. It’s been ages, how have you been ?” He yawns and gives you a sleepy smile.

“I”ve been good….what about you ?”

“M-me ?! Oh….” He seems to ponder the question “I….I should be off to my next class…please excuse me…” He stands up with some difficulty. After a few steps he trips slightly and you rush over to catch him.

“Woh ! Hey ?! Are You okay ?” You are now genuinely worried.

“Yes. Yes. I beg your pardon. I’m simply exhausted by all those school examinations…haha..” He tries to reassure you. But you are not convince and give him a sad look.

“Oh. Please do not look so sadden (Y/N). I am perfectly fine. I assure you…Now, please excuse me..” He stands back up and makes his way out of the classroom leaving you all alone with you thoughts.

You should get to your class too. You don’t have time for this and he said himself that he was fine. You repeat those words in your head as you go on with you day.

Alright ! You are now done with all of your tests ! You only have one paper to hand in and you’re free to celebrate your summer vacation ! You station yourself at the school computer in one of the remote classes to be in peace and start working. You’ve decide to not go home until that work is done and sent, so you write and you write. And you research, and research. And re-read yourself and re-read. Aaaaand DONE ! Wouh ! You send it to you teacher and you breath a sigh of relief. You look at the time, 10:52 PM, you still have a few minutes before school closes for the night so you let your tired eyes shut for a second as you lay your head on the desk. After what feels like a few minutes of blissful slumber you open your eyes. The screen of the computer has gone to sleep, weird ? You shake your mouse to wake it up and then you see the time, 2:34 AM . . . WHAT ?!

How can it be ! Wasn’t it 10PM a minute ago ! You’ve must slept longer than you’ve thought ! And how come the guardian didn’t kick you out ?! Does he not go to all the classes ? What a slacker ! You gather your things and make your way to the exit, when you notice a light in the hallway ? Who could that be ? A janitor. No, wait..it’s 2AM, no janitor should be here. A thief then ?! No…the light is not coming from any place with valuables. It’s coming from… The gyms showers ?

You decide to investigate. With caution, you approach the showers and you now notice that you can also hear running water ! Someone is taking a shower in your school at 2 AM ! What’s going on??? As you are just about to enter the room, the water stops ! And wet foot steps can be heard coming towards you. Unsure if you should scream, run or get ready to attack you stand there as the footsteps get closer and closer and..You scream ! And he screams ! You didn’t not know what you’d find there but you somehow didn’t think it’ll be this !

A drenched Irakus without a single piece of clothing is screaming at you in total chock. He finally gets a towel to put around his waist and start forming sentences.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE (Y/N) !!!???” He’s red as cherry.

“I-I-I just…NO ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE !? AND WHY ARE YOU TAKING A SHOWER !?”

“W-WELL I HAVE TO BATHE LIKE ANYONE ELSE ! DON’T I !??”

You both breath and calm down.

“I-…” Irakus begins “If you’ll excuse me a minute” To those words, he returns to the showers and closes the doors. When he opens them back you see he is in a classy pijama.

“Uuuh..” You look at him with a hundred questions in your eyes.

Embarrassed and unsure, Irakus clears his throat and makes a gesture towards the upper floor. “Could you please follow me, (YN) ?”

You follow him to a remote classroom you’ve never been where the desks have been arranged in a weird way and a few personal items can be found lying around.

“H-Hmmm…W-welcome to my humble abode…haha…ha..” He opens his arms in a comical grand gesture to humor the situation.

“I-Irakus..Are you…living here ?”

“ahahaha…” He tried to laugh away the embarrassment. “It IS my current accommodation b-but it is really not as bad as you’d first think ! I have access to a shower, heating and electricity !”

“Y-yeah but…” You look around at his living quarters, they consist of a single pillow under some desks, a suitcase with a few clothes and items and a motivational poster on the wall where you can read “2006 IS OUR YEAR ! LET’S DO IT !” You can’t help but give a troubled expression. “Why are the desks arranged like that ?” You question.

“Oh ! I was hm…trying to reproduce my coffin…hehe…”

“I…..see….” You don’t really know what to say. Irkaus starts to become nervous.

“S-so…what brought you to school so late (Y/N) ?”

“Uh ! Just a last work I had to send in. And then I think the lack of sleep caught up to me and I feel asleep in the computer room.”

“I see. And could you hand in your work on time ?” He seems genuinely interested.

“Oh ! Yeah ! I did !”

“Ha ! Congratulation (Y/N)!” He gives you a warm sincere smile.

“Ah..thanks Irakus.” You can’t help but smile back. “But it’s VERY late now. I should get go-“ Irakus suddenly fells face first on the ground “H-HAN ?!” You rush towards him to help him out. “H-Hey ! Irakus !? What happen !?”

“I-…I’m very sorry, (Y/N).” He weakly turns his head towards you. “That was…very rude of me…haha..”

Your demeanor becomes grave. “I heard it’s been happening to you in PE class too.”

“Ah…Yes it has…” He avoids your gaze.

“……..Irakus…..please tell me…..” You take a deep breath and let it out “…Did you have anything to eat recently ?!”

The vampire boy is shocked by your words. He puts his head down and you begin to see his frails shoulders tremble. “N…no…” His voice cracks a bit “I did not….not since we’ve spoken…not since an eternity !...” He is clearly in pain.

“W-Wait…you mean you haven’t had anything since that time you asked in the locker rooms ?!!!” The vampire nods shyly. “BUT THAT WAS MONTHS AGO!!”

“Y-yes…Believe me I am well aware.” He gives you the saddest of smile.

“B-but…How come you’re stomach isn’t growling like before then ?”

“I am unsure…” He looks at his sunken inn tummy. “It has stop rumbling a month or two ago….Although It does not mean I am not in pain right now…haha…” He gently caresses his belly.

You feel terrible for him. “How long….How long has it been since you last ate, Irakus ?”

He stops rubbing his stomachs and looks in the distance “………………A year now….”

Your hearts drop. A year ?! a full YEAR !? 365 days ?!! “H-HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD !??”

“I told you, didn’t I ? It takes a lot to kill me.” He gives you another sad smile.

It’s true. He isn’t human. You need to remember that. But right now, he looks so helpless. Another question pops into your mind “……Why….why didn’t you tell me..??!”

Irakus stops smiling. “Well….You had already voiced your refusal…I did not…want to bother you further with the matter…..”

You start feeling awful. Sure you didn’t want your blood sucked out of you, but you could’ve help ! Or at least, you could’ve tried to help.

Irakus tenses up and clutches his mid-section as his expression turns to one of extreme pain. You can’t hear his stomach but it’s clear that his hunger has gotten tremendously worst. You ponder a second, but you don’t need to. You’ve made up your mind.

“Okay.”

“Huh ?” The hungry boy looks at you with incomprehension.

“Okay….you can have my blood.”

The eyes of the vampire widens, his lips tremble slightly and so do his hands. “R….r…..really ?!”

You take another deep breath. “Yes. You said you wouldn’t kill me, right ?”

“O-Of course not !! I-I would never ! I-I….” Irakus becomes all twitchy and nervous and excited. He then stops and gives out very sofltly : “……thank you….”

You laugh a bit. “You’re welcome.” You sit down properly and try to get mentally ready. “So.” You begin “How does it….I mean…What should I…??”

“Oh ! Right !” Irakus moves his face inches from yours. “First I shall spellbind you, It will make the process more pleasant.”

“O…..kay…” You are still very unsure. You do know he’s a good guy, but you are kinda putting your life in his hands. He notices your discomfort.

“(Y/N)…Are you really sure ?...It is still time to refuse if you…” Irakus looks to the ground. A second ago he was full of excitement and here he is worrying about your well being. You close your eyes for a second, breath in and open them back up.

“Yes. I am. Go for it”

“Alright.” Irakus red eyes lock onto yours. In an instant, they are all you can see. The world around becomes blurry as you feel yourself getting weak and dreary. But it doesn’t alarm you. In fact you feel…nice…As if nothing in the world can bother you in this moment. You enjoy this feeling of tranquility for a few seconds and suddenly, a sharp pain pierces your neck ! And yet, you’re not frightened. The pain…actually feels good. Like a cold refreshing shock running through out your body. The pain is not long either. Soon you feel a warmth in all inches of your being. And you feel the pulsation of your heart beat throughout your body. Has it always been so loud ? Each pulsation is met with a suction sensation on your neck. The sensation is enthralling, between each beat, you crave it’s return. But slowly, you feel your whole consciousness dim and you fall in a calm trance. After a while, you realize you are lying on the ground. You get back up as you slowly regain your senses.

Irakus is in front of you, breathing heavily. He looks better, a little more…alive ? You touch your neck in the place where you felt the pain. You can only feel two little scabs that seems to already have healed.

“How..ha…wha…”

“I-I healed up the punctuation for you.” The young vampire explains shyly. “I_I….I did not hurt you, did I ?! He asks with worry.

You think back for a second. “No…Well…You did. But it wasn’t…painful ? I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Oh. Well if you are not hurt, that’s all that matters.” He poses and seems tense for a moment. Then he bows he’s head very low. “Thank you so much (Y/N) !! I…I could not bear it any longer !!!”

“O-Oh ! Well, yeah…you’re welcome…So, how are you feeling now ?!”

“I feel amazing ! So full and content !! I have not feel so good in ages !!!” He is visibly ecstatic ! You are happy for him.

“Well I’m glad yo-…Wow…” You tried to walk but felt dizzy for a moment and almost fell down.

“Ah ! (Y/N) ! Oh dear, this most be cause by your blood lost…I am so sorry…Mh…..There’s a vending machine not far ! I’ll go get you something to replenish your strength ! I-I won’t be long ! Please wait here !”

He dashes out of the classroom before you have he time to protest. He seems much more energetic now which reassures you. Irakus comes back with about 10 different kinds of snacks. You laugh and say you only needed one or two. He decides that he’ll keep the resto for a friends of his. You eat some oatmeal cookie and feel a bit better. Your vampire friend next to you is agitated.

“I-I was sure I didn’t take much….I must’ve gotten to greedy..I am so sorry..”

“It’s okay.” You reassure him. “I don’t feel bad or anything, and the cookie helped. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He smiles. But now that things have settle down, a question pops into your mind.

“So…what are you going to do now ?”

“Huh ??”

“I…don’t think I can do this for your EVERY time your hungry…I think you should really find a solution to not feel so bad all the time.” His features become serious.

“I…..I know….But now that my energy is replenish I’ll have much more brain power to think of a long term solution !!” He seems very optimistic, so you leave it at that for now.

“How long till you’ll get hungry again you think ?”

“Usually it takes about a day or two. But I have become much more accustomed to hunger now. So I believe I would be fine for about 2 weeks.”

“I see. Well...I hope you can find something before then.”

“I do to ! Haha “

The sun is beginning to rise now. You decide to wait for the first bus of day and Irakus offers you to walk you to the station and see you off. You talk a bit while you wait. You asks him what are his plans for the summer break. Is he going to squat in the school all summer ? He seems to not have given it much thought until now. You conclude that his hunger must’ve overtook all his thoughts for a while now. The bus finally comes and you get to go home to your warm bed at last. As you sit down, you see a vibrant Irakus full of eagerness and gratitude enthusiastically waving his hand to you. What a guy.

#hunger fic #hunger kink #belly kink #hungry tummy #hungry boy #tummy rumbles #oc art #anime boy

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elysianeclipxe · 10 months

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F*CK THE PLAN — ure a dumb ficus (written parts)

SYNOPSIS. the plan was to have the perfect boyfriend, graduate college with the highest grades, and make the best memories with your friends. that was the plan. nowhere did the plan state anything about yang jungwon and his annoying ass. so why is he deciding to barge into your life now, ruining everything you took so long to plan out? oh that is it! you don't exactly know when/how this whole conflict between you and jungwon started, but it for sure wasn't ending any time soon. if he wants to ruin your life, then you'll just have to return the favour. GAME ON!!

You watched as Yang Jungwon smiled and thanked Mr Kim before turning to you to send over a devious little smirk. HA, that two-faced punk. You could see his eyes scanning the room, looking for a seat to locate himself in.

Please please please not next to me!!! To anyone above who can hear this, please do not let him sit beside me, anything but that!

And as if the person above listened to your wishes.. They also completely ignored it. Lo and behold there stood Yang Jungwon within your area with a bag in hand and a smug smirk on his face. “Do mind if I sit next to you, Y/N? I mean, just so you don’t feel lonely for the next few hours since nobody is willing to sit next to you.”

You bitterly smiled at his words, “thanks for being so generous but no thanks, this seat is taken.” You then picked up your bag and dropped it on the chair beside you. That should at least save him the effort.

“I don’t know if the textbooks have changed the past few years but last time I checked, bags weren’t considered a living organism. Am I wrong? Or are you just so lonely that you’ve considered a bag a friend.” You slam the table with your palms and are about to respond to his little remark before you get interrupted by Mr Kim.

“Ms L/N and Mr Yang, am I sensing a problem?”

“None, Mr Kim. No problem at all, just glad to have time to reflect on my action of being late for class.” You send over a forced smile towards the professor before snatching your bag out of the chair and plopping it onto the ground. Having detention with your mortal enemy sitting beside you is definitely taking the cake of the worst day ever in your life. Just stay distracted and don’t mind him, that’s all you’ve got to do. Simple, right?

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NOTHING ABOUT IT WAS SIMPLE!!! It was like he was purposefully trying to piss you off, which you wouldn’t be surprised about because he’s been doing that ever since you met him. All you ever wanted was a peaceful life then he just decided one day to come barging into your life and making a mess of things. It was beyond irritating, it was infuriating. Everything you worked hard for and planned, it’s so uncertain now. Ugh, forget it, this wasn’t worth worrying about in your head.

You glanced over at the teacher’s desk and saw the sleeping figure of Mr Kim. Perfect, now you won’t get in trouble for using your phone. Imagine getting caught and getting more detention hours, 4 hours was enough for you. “Can’t believe you’re already breaking the rules.”

“Well believe it, I’m sick of looking at work and waiting for the time to pass faster so I can escape from you.” You replied, hearing a scoff from him right after. Your phone lights up and you click on wordscapes just so you can pass the time doing something other than hating your life in silence. A couple of minutes pass by and you are stuck. No matter how many times you try to rack through your brain it could not think of any other words. It’s like any possible words just poofed from your brain.

“You’re missing ficus and cues.” You turn to the voice beside you and look at Jungwon in confusion. What the hell was he on about? “The game… You can connect the letters to make the word ficus and cues.” Oh, that’s what he meant. You cautiously use your finger to connect the letters for those words and it surprisingly worked. You are on the next level, thanks to his help. He helped you. What is happening?

Before you could even utter a thank you to him, the bell rings causing Mr Kim to abruptly wake up. “Okay, that’s 4 or so hours up! Everyone get out, detention is over! I no longer have to deal with you.” Students in the classroom start to wake up, others fix their stuff, and the rest immediately leave. You and Jungwon pack your things up and you don’t know if you’re imagining it but it looked like he maybe had a smile while his head was down. He quickly leaves the room and you are left with others just in confusion at what happened.

Huh, was that him being… nice to me?

five – ure a dumb ficus

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sidenote: i am backkk!! i changed the chapter title cuz i had to, that insult hoon gave was so pointless and stupid that it made me laugh, also ynwon is starting already??

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multiversemusings · 1 year

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A Meeting of Fate

Originally prompted by @bakerstreethound Pairing: Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson x MReader Rating: PG Warnings: Minor cursing Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,500 Plot: You rush halfway across the city to get from your dingy apartment in the heart of New York City to hopefully reach your class on time. But the universe has it in for you today because you get dizzy due to having no breakfast and slam into someone on the way there. Or does it? The man follows you into the nearby cafe and returns you textbook, but there's something very familiar about him. Song Inspiration: Movement by Hozier

A/N: I wasn't planning to do one of this character so soon, but I saw the prompts that my friend gave me and hot damn, my brain put them all together was like "HELL YES. DOCTOR FATE. HERE WE GO". So, we do lol.

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"I could never define all that you are to me."

You were running way behind. More so even than usual. The phone call that you had received from your sister in Africa the previous night had taken up almost all of your night and not only had you failed to finish studying for your semi-finals, but you had also barely gotten any sleep. It wasn't very often you heard from her since she had become a member of the Peace Corp over a year ago now, so any chance you got to talk to her, you took without hesitation. You got to hear about how she was helping a group of children to read English, how the women of the village nearby were teaching her to weave baskets and that she was apparently developing a bit of a crush on one of the local translators. He was apparently quite a charmer and often brought her small gifts from the city to keep her comfortable. You wished you had been that lucky to find a man who took your breath away as easily as Ronald did for her, you informed, which had made her laugh. It was a wonderful sound to hear after being apart for so long. Unfortunately, university didn't stop just because you stayed up all night talking to basically the person who had been your true best friend since childhood. At half passed the hour you realized finally that the sun was shining down on your face through the cracks in your blinds. As you grabbed your cellphone from the bedside table, you realized you had slept through your primary alarm and your back up on top of that.

"Shit!" you cursed as you tossed your phone aside and all but leapt from your bed.

Your usual morning routine that would have normally lasted you a little over an hour went by in a blur of twenty minutes which meant cutting corners on thing. You took a very quick shower, just enough to clean your body and wash your hair, ignoring the burning of the scar that you had recently sustained on your arm from a car wreck. You opted to let your short hair dry by air rather than take a blow-dryer to it or style it, put on a nice pair of jeans, a white tank top and a button down over it which you left open. You put on your Cons that you had gotten from your mother as a reward for making it into Uni before you actually shipped off halfway across the country to New York from that hole in the wall you called a hometown in Washington. You packed all of your textbooks into your bag along with your supplies and grabbed your keys and wallet from the tablet inside the door before leaving out the door. You didn't drive due to the accident you had been in, so your usual commute involved one ride on the subway, two buses and walking a block and a half to the school. You couldn't bring yourself to get behind the wheel of a vehicle again after nearly losing your life to a drunk driver and being in a coma for over a year. So everywhere you went, you took some other mode of transportation to save yourself from having to pop four or five anxiety pills just to make it through the rest of the day. But as you got off the second bus that you rode to get across the city, you were overcome with a strong wave of dizziness and had to grab onto the nearby sign to keep from collapsing. As you closed your eyes and held your forehead to stead yourself, you felt stupid for forgetting to grab at least a couple of pieces of toast before you left the apartment.

"Great job, that's the third time this month alone you've forgotten your personal health for this damn school," you scolded yourself. You groaned as the scar on your arm burned again. Once the wave passed, you corrected your bag and opened your eyes, heading off down the road. "I'm going to have to make time to get something to eat. Collapsing on the way to class would be defeating the purpose of rushing out the door."

Thankfully, you knew this area well enough by now that you were aware of a cafe not even a block from where you were that wasn't usually busy at this house, so you decided to stop in and get something to keep you from passing out. But as you rounded the second corner, your body felt like a camera shutter and you grunted as you all but collapsed forward. Your shoulder slammed into someone and jolted you back into your body as you dropped your bag, your books scattered across the ground.

"Oh my, are you alright young man?" the stranger asked with a voice rich like an expensive fabric. He steadied you and helped you kneel down as you held your head.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you replied as you lowered your hand to look at him. He was an older gentleman, with beautiful snowy white hair and a matching goatee. His eyes were the most stunning blue that you had ever seen, like a thousand untold stories the ocean had to offer. "I'm... so sorry. I'm such a klutz."

"Nonsense, you are clearly very weak from low blood sugar judging by the way you are shaking and sweating. I am fine so do not apologize. Here, let me help you gather your things."

"Thank you." Between the two of you, all of your things were gathered and put neatly back into your bag within a moment before you put it back over your shoulder and the two of you stood up.

"Will you be okay, young man? Is there a place nearby where you can get some kind of nourishment to bring your glucose back up to normal?" he asked, the worry in his voice made a pleasant tingle run down your back as he frowned.

"Yeah, South of the Broiler Cafe is just down the way, so I'm heading there. I'm still sorry for bumping into you, sir. Thank you for helping me pick up my stuff once again. Have a good day."

You nodded your head in respect before turning and finishing your short trek to the cafe, stepping in out of the damp, cold morning. The smell of coffee and morning foods filled your sense of smell and invigorated your mind just a bit to wake you up a little more. It also succeeded in reminding you that you were hungry and that's why you were here. As you stepped into line, your mind began thinking about the handsome stranger you had just run into. He was dressed in a very nice suit and wore three very expensive looking rings on his fingers, yet he had stopped and knelt to help you pick up your things. You couldn't fathom how someone like that hadn't yelled at you for running into them, let alone how they could kneel down on the damp New York sidewalk to help you pick up your books. Your mind kept going back to his eyes, their beautiful blue color, the way that they seemed to be looking right through you- A hand tapped your shoulder gently, so you turned to look over your shoulder and - as if your thoughts had summoned him to you - found the man whom you were just thinking of standing before you. He gave you a kind smile and you couldn't deny that your face grew about three degrees warmer than the air around you, and it had absolutely nothing to do with exhaustion.

"I believe you forgot one," the man informed you with a slight chuckle. When you looked at his hand, he was holding out your textbook Chemistry in Quantitative Language.

"Oh god, I didn't even see this one," you replied as you took it from him carefully. Your eyes met his blue ones, and again, he gave you that same look that made you feel like he was looking right through you. "Uhm… Can I buy you a coffee, sir? To make up for bumping into you in my airheaded rush and for returning my textbook."

"I think I would quite like that, indeed, Anpu," he replied, and you looked taken aback by the use of your nickname that very few knew. "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you."

"Who…are you?" You knew there was something important about this man because the scar on your arm hadn't been burning since you made contact with him on the sidewalk.

The man extended his hand to you, his smile never wavering even as it took you a moment to accept it.

"My name is Kent Nelson, and I have been watching you for a very long time, my friend." He brought your hand to his lips; his well-kept goatee brushed the sensitive skin of your knuckles and goosebumps erupted all across your skin as you lost your breath. He stood up right again and his eyes sparkled with a light only worthy of a romance novel. "And it is fate we have met here today."

#DCU #DC movies #Doctor Fate #Doctor Fate x Reader #Kent Nelson #Kent Nelson x Reader #male reader insert

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 2 years

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Pink Valentine

Note: set during The Chamber of Secrets. I wanted to explore their dynamic as a couple during their first Valentine together. And what their attitude at Lockhart's constant advances towards Anastasia might be. The little poem that appears in this one-shot is copied from a haiku page online. I chose it because I thought it reflects what Severus feels for his beloved. Enjoy!

Warnings: pure fluff and some NSFW content, so minors DNI

Anastasia’s eyes flutter open as a ray of sunlight touches delicately her eyelashes. Turning around, she notices the other side of the bed is empty and panics for a few seconds, sitting bolt upright trying to process what is going on. Of course, he woke up early to teach his first class, just like last week and the week before that, since the term started.

As Ana’s heart calms into a steady rhythm again, she starts to get ready for today, groaning loudly as she remembers it was Valentine’s Day. And on top of that, Dumbledore agreed to a dinner dedicated to love, which, of course, was the idea of none other than Lockhart. It was stupid in her opinion to endulge this kind of behavior amongst students, as if it wasn’t sufficient already that the staff almost every night patrol found at least one couple of older students getting caught in the heat of the moment. Ana could remember her days as a student at Ilvermony, and she had her fair share of dates as a Cromwell, but in her teenage days it was all sweet, lots of kisses and cuddles, but never more. She could swear these kids got hornier with each passing year.

Anastasia was now making her way towards the dungeons. It was a relatively long way if one considered her quarters were on the fourth floor, but that was the perfect excuse to think in peace, kind of like drinking coffee while reading the day’s news, as she did while she lived in the muggle world, and the only care in the world was letting her target slip and get lost.

"Did they upset you enough this morning or do you require my assistance to be properly irritated?" Severus turns around and glances at the beautiful witch that stays by his office door. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as his eyes travel up and down her body.

"Since when do you wear dresses? I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve seen you wear one. "

"Since that Lockhart prick almost invited me as his date for this evening's festivities, I just want to mess with him a little today" she says as she envelops him in a hug, one hand making its way to the back of his neck, gently slipping her fingers through his hair.

Severus couldn’t contain a mock scoff at her words. Ever since Lockhart started teaching at Hogwarts, he followed Ana like a lost puppy trying to get her attention. He remembered one episode at lunch one day when Lockhart kept pressing her to accept his invitation to go out with him.

"I already date someone whom I deeply love."

"I apologize for my intrusion, but I think you are just playing hard to get. You must know how to hide your little lies better than this. "

"What do you mean, Lockhart?"

"Well, Anastasia-"

"This is Professor Cromwell to you."

"Professor Cromwell, it is then. You barely leave the grounds, so that little apology of yours doesn’t stand, you see? "

"Look Lockhart-"

"Gilderoy, please"

"Lockhart - the thing is, I don’t date blondes. I am blonde, you are blonde. We won’t look as attractive together as you look single. "

"We will have nice, good-looking blonde children nevertheless."

"Sorry, Lockhart, I plan on making another man a father."

And even though they didn’t discuss the subject of children-they were together for barely a year, and they wanted to savor their relationship and not rush into things like other couples. For Merlin’s sake, they weren’t even an official pair-seeing Ana putting Lockhart into his place and hearing her say she wanted his-Merlin, HIS-children did something unexpected to him. That night they didn’t sleep until late, when the dark started to fade.

"And pink? Merlin, woman, you have no mercy whatsoever for that poor fellow."

"I wanted to fit today’s aesthetic. Plus, I have your favorite boots on, so let's just say I am not all girly today. " She talked about a pair of high-heeled boots that no matter how many times she wore them, they still made her feet sore.

"My favorite boots? Ana, your feet will be a mass of painful flesh by tonight. " Worry was clearly audible in his voice.

"I agree with you, but then you get to massage them and make them better with your gorgeous hands, sexy," and as she says that, she kisses him.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love!"

"Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, my little troublemaker!" He smacks her playfully over the barely visible curve of her posterior. She had a pink baby doll dress that ended a little over her knees, the curves he loved hidden by the tulle. "And don’t go around lifting your skirt around the corridors."

"Promise I'll lift it only when you're there," she winks at him before kissing him goodbye and heading to her classroom.

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"You look exquisite, Anastasia! Though I have to point out the fact that you could have been more extravagant, it is a special occasion after all," Lockhart approaches her with his "Witch Weekly's" winning smile. Ana bites the inside of her cheek in an attempt to not storm at him in the middle of the Great Hall. Joining Pomona and Minerva turns out to be an inspired choice, as Gilderoy doesn't seem to try anything else.

But just when Ana starts to melt, locking eyes with her lover across the room, making his way towards her through the mass of dancing students, the euphoric moment crumbles when she hears on her right: "Did you like the flowers I sent to you?"

"I liked them so much I cried most of the day." Gilderoy's smug smile seems to inflate more than usual. "But from allergies. If you actually paid me attention as you claim to be doing, you would have noticed that the flowers I received on Christmas from the students were charmed to eliminate the pollen. "

"But, you never told me-"

"I am going to tell you once more. I already have someone. " She can't take her gaze away from Severus, who is only a few steps away."I want you to stop trying to pick me up because it won't work. You're not him and you could never be him." And at that, he reaches for her hand and their fingers intertwine, hidden from the rest under Severus' cloak but visible enough for Lockhart to notice.

"You can't be serious, Anastasia. You're still playing me." Lockhart's voice trembles in an attempt to control his, not a minute ago, proud attitude.

"I suggest you put all your effort into teaching the kids the real stuff and not just how to hide from pixies and run after another man's woman. If you don't, I'll know, and then you'll know too. "

At Severus's remark, Gilderoy's face loses its color, and with a shake of his head, he lowers his gaze and walks away.

"My charming prince came to the rescue," she says in a low note destined only for him. "Thank you!"

"It was my honor, my princess!" He gives her a small bow of his head, his eyes gleaming in a way that tells her he would be smiling if they weren't in public.

"I got your message. Poor owl almost went head first into the window." Severus sent her a poem during her third class.

"Did you read it?" He asks nervously.

"I more than read it, I memorized it. ' Like captured water, you hold me in your cupped hands. I flow on your palm.’ "

"Did you like it?"

"So much that I think only special physical attention to the writer could convey the amplitude of my appreciation, and even that wouldn't be enough." Severus couldn't drown more in anticipation of what was to come in mere hours.

"My quarters tonight?"

"I'll be there as soon as all the students are in bed." He squeezed her hand one last time, still hidden by the cloak, and she reciprocated with the same ardor. One last loving glance afterward, they parted ways to chaperone the students with the other professors.

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"For the love of Merlin, why did I have to wear these damn boots the whole damn day?" Ana angrily mutters to herself as she goes down the stairs leading to the dungeon. She can feel every step she makes as part of some cosmic twisted torture.

Severus excused himself earlier than her as his Slytherins proved to be the most responsible students in the school this night (he later confessed to her that he actually secretly let them host their own party in their common room as long as they didn’t sneak booze and remained inside because "I will know if someone does something stupid and then you’ll all suffer my displeasure").

She was free to go when Minerva, Pomona, and Filius sent their students to bed and all the professors took one tour of the castle to make sure there weren’t students in the corridors or abandoned classrooms.

"Honey, I’m home!" she almost sings as she enters his quarters, giggling silently as she steps carefully in an effort to attenuate the pain she’s feeling.

"Finally, the long-lost princess finds her way to her prince." He welcomes her by the door, kissing her, tongues colliding, hands searching for something to hold onto. Severus picks her up by the back of her thighs, never breaking the kiss.

His bed feels cold, but it’s a coldness Anastasia finds refreshing, like the feeling of the wind on a summer morning or the moment when one surfaces out of the water and little drops of water still cling to one's naked body.

She moans in relief when he takes her boots off and starts to rub a mix of oils on her feet.

"Better?"

Ana just nods and reaches out to grab him by his shirt.

"And now I think I promised you something."

She maneuvers him to lie on his back, and she climbs on top of him. Severus’ hands start going up under her dress as Ana licks and gently nips the skin of his neck. At the feel of a pair of lace thongs, he takes a deep breath.

"You naughty little witch! Wearing something so scandalous under your clothes all day. "

"Only your naughty little witch, baby!" she breathes and resumes the attack on his neck while grinding hard on his swollen cock.

"Better not let me wait for my reward or I might take it myself," he manages to say between whimpers.

"Don’t worry, baby! You know I don’t let my savior prince wait," she says as she slides her hand into his pants…

#severus snape x oc #severus snape x oc oneshot #severus snape one shot #snape one shot #severus snape #snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape x oc #severus snape imagines #severus snape smut #snape smut

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icryaboutit · 4 months

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Strawberry Party!

SUMMARY: What happened at the end of Chapter 1

TAGS: Fluff, Baker Fae!Yuu/BF!Yuu/Patissier Fae!Yuu, Male Yuu, Heartslabyul chapter

WORD COUNT: 1,996 words

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After the whole Overblot with Riddle Rosehearts, Yuu had been in peace doing school work and keeping Grim in Line.

"Yuu~!"

"Hey, Ace! You can't just burst in the Prefect's dorm as you please!"

And just like that Yuu's peace was broken.

"What is it you two? Causing so much ruckus early in the morning, Rosehearts would have scolded you two."

"Scold us later, remember the promised Unbirthday Party?"

Ace questioned, a cheeky grin on his face.

"*Sigh* How can I forget? That was also the same day you punched Rosehearts and the day of his overblot."

"Geez! No need to bring up ancient history... But anyways, it's today at three pm sharp, and you're invited!"

Yuu mused at this, a smile gracing his face.

"I see... Do I need to bring something with me? A gift?"

"Nah~ This is a sorry party for what he had said and done, so no need to bring any gifts!"

"Okay then, You two should head to your classes soon, I was exempted by Crewel-sensei after passing one of his hardest quizzes."

"Tch, you're definitely the favorite."

"Ace!"

"What? It's the truth!"

Yuu chuckled at their interaction, he reached both of his hands to place it on their heads.

"Grim is by the couch sleeping, bring him along with you, and hurry up. Crewel-sensei will get angry if you arrive late."

He said ruffling their hair before retracting his hands. Yuu looked amused at their flustered expression.

"Even though Ace said I didn't need to bring anything... It'll be rude to do so right?"

Yuu muttered to himself as he got all the ingredients and tools ready.

"And besides, Ace had punched Rosehearts really hard. This will do well as a sorry gift."

*Snap*

With a snap of his fingers, every thing was set up.

"Okay, so first..."

Yuu grabbed a bowl of strawberries and poured them into the saucepan, and proceeded to pour in a small cup of sugar, before opening the stove on low heat and mixing the two ingredients carefully.

As Yuu let go of the rubber spatula, it continued to mix it self as Yuu did the other things that needed to be done.

He went to another stove and began to melt some butter at the right temperature, left it alone as he went to grab a set of whole cookies, placed it in some plastic bag, and proceeded to mash it up using the counter tap, as he repeatedly smashed the cookies, making it into crumbs.

He then took them out and placed them in a bowl, before going to the stove and shutting it off, and getting the melted butter to pour it on the cookie crumbs. He then began to gently mix the two ingredients together.

Hearing the strawberries begin to cackle more, he let go of the spatula to cut some lemon, and at the same time, the spatula began mixing by itself like before.

He squeezed the lemon into a cup, once it all got squeezed in, he began to pick out the fallen lemon seeds, before heading to the stove with the lemon juice in hand. Pouring only the right amount of lemon juice, Yuu left it to stir as he went back to preparing other things.

At this point, the previous mixture of cookie crumbs and melted butter was now patted down by a spatula and the bottom of a floating cup., by the floating spatula, as instructed by Yuu.

Seeing that everything was set, Yuu placed it in the freezer as he dealt with another task. He got out some cold water, and poured it in a rectangular bowl, before adding gelatin into it. He then proceeded to place it in the refrigerator to cool before going to do another task.

He took out a huge glass bowl, and there he smashed some cream cheese with a whisk, flattening it down like he did for the mold, stirring it repeatedly to make it more liquid-like.

Just like before, Yuu left the whisk to do its thing as he came back for the strawberries that were still being stirred by the rubber spatula. Looking at it, Yuu hummed in satisfaction, turning off the stove, and taking control of the spatula.

He then began to pour the contents of the saucepan, at an already-readied tool, to help filter out the chunks. Yuu mixed the contents as they fell on a clear bowl. After that, he placed a clear plastic wrap on top of it and chilled it in the freezer.

Finishing that, he went and grabbed the remaining lemon juice, and poured it into the mixture of cream cheese, before taking back control of mixing it.

***

Placing down the spatula, Yuu flicked his hand. At that, the fridge opened, and out came the rectangular bowl that you had placed the gelatin in the fridge, as the door closed.

With a swish of his index finger, the rectangular thin-shaped gelatin floated and got gently squeezed, to drain out excess water, before placing it in a smaller ceramic bowl.

It then floated in his hands, Yuu held it as his hand slightly glowed red-orange. The gelatin in the ceramic cup then turned into a liquid, that was poured into the cream, cheese mixture.

***

Yuu went back to the fridge to get out the strawberry that he had placed in the freezer and poured it into the thick substance in the clear bowl. (While he does that, a floating electric mixer, was mixing some heavy cream, in another clear bowl.)

Mixing it thoroughly, the color of the contents in the bowl began to change because of the strawberry puree in the mix. After some mixing, he grabbed the heavy cream that had been mixed and added it to the bowl he was mixing.

After that, another set of mixing went on before the mold with the cookie crumbs was in came out from the freezer, and floated next to the clear bowl.

Yuu began to pour an even amount of the contents of the clear bowl and, he placed down the bowl, as he shook the mold slightly which now contained some creamy content side ways gently, to even it out before he Yuu let go of it, and started floating back to the freezer.

***

Yuu poured in the last bits of the creamy mixture, with an obviously darker pink color, before finally putting it in the freezer, and setting up a 2-hour timer.

Yuu used that time to cut up some of his excess strawberries for decorations. And used the remaining time to bathe.

***

2 hours passed, and Yuu finally took out his creation from the freezer. He already had prepared a steamed towel for an easy release of the mold.

Finally lifting the mold, revealed different types of shades of pink, all in a perfect circular line. This was further perfected by Yuu flattening out the sides of the cake.

Huffing in satisfaction, Yuu took out the pre-cut strawberries from the fridge and designed the top of the cake.

As he placed the finishing touches, a knock from the entrance was heard.

"Prefect~! I came to fetch you up for the Unbirthday Party!"

The familiar voice of Cater exclaimed, from outside.

"Wait just a bit, Cater-san!"

"Okie Dokie!"

Taking out a box that he had gotten from Sam's. He assembled the plain cardboard and placed the cake inside so that no outside elements could ruin the cake.

After all of that was done, Yuu made his way to greet Cater.

***

Yuu came to the Unbirthday Party holding a box and in a different set of clothing.

It turned out, that the reason why Cater came to get Yuu was because the Adeuce duo were busy painting roses and cleaning up... Well, The other Caters too...

The Heartslabyul students were so busy, that Cater needed to create multiple clones of himself so that he could personally get you.

***

"Hm? What is that Yuu?"

Rosehearts, who finally noticed the box on the table just in front of Yuu after the whole painting of the roses and tart failure shenanigans happened, questioned.

"Ah right! This is for you Rosehearts. A sorry cake for Ace's stupidity."

"Hey!"

"A cake?"

Rosehearts repeated ignoring Ace's outburst. Yuu handed the cake to Rosehearts, and the other boy accepted it with gratitude.

"Thank You, prefect."

"Didn't we agree that no helping him Yuu?!"

'You can bake henchman?!"

"I didn't help him bake an apology tart though? And yes Grim, I can bake."

"That's not what I meant!"

As Yuu and Ace exchanged some words, Rosehearts began to open the box. His eyes widened when he saw the cake inside.

"Woah..! You made this prefect?!"

Such an outburst was enough to catch everyone's attention of everyone. Now everyone's eyes were on the cake Yuu brought.

"Holy moly~! Now that's magicamable! Let me take a pic Riddle!"

Cater didn't even wait for Rosehearts's reply, as he was already all over the cake while taking different angled pictures.

"You could bake the whole time?!"

"Mow Ace-"

NO! You could have helped us immediately but nooo!"

Ace gripped both of Yuu's shoulders, as he shook them. Yuu didn't seem to care though, letting himself get shaken. Until Deuce stops him.

"Oh c'mon, Ace! Even if the prefect can bake, it wouldn't mean he can also bake tarts."

"Actually I can-"

"SEE! He could have helped US!!"

"Correction! YOU, he could have helped YOU. Not us, I nor Yuu had any ties with your punishment and had clearly no reason to help you for your mistakes."

Deuce who spoke, made Ace look at him in bewilderment.

"The hell you acting all mature n' stuff? You hit your head or something?"

"The hell-!?"

"Amazing..! Can you tell me how you made them prefect? If not it's fine."

"Nah, I can tell you, I'll even give you the recipe if you want."

"Really?! That'll be great! Thank You!"

As Ace and Deuce argued, Yuu and Trey were in their own world, Cater was done taking pictures and was already picking the greater-angled ones to post to Magicam.

Rosehearts amongst the loud crowd looked at the cake in awe. It was unlike any cake presentation he had seen. It looked so simple, yet alluring for him.

"Don't you want to try it Rosehearts?"

Yuu who spoke, snapped out Rosehearts from his own world. His eyes that once looked at the cake now looked up to the people, who looked at him for his answer.

"If ya don't want it, then I'll gladly have it! My henchman was the one to make it after all!"

Grim who was about to pounce on the cake was stopped by Yuu, who proceeded to scold him.

Seeing this, Rosehearts let out an amused huff, before taking a knife to cut a piece of cake to put on his plate. Placing the knife down, Rosehearts looked at his perfectly portioned piece for a second, before grabbing a fork to eat the cake with.

Everyone, most especially Yuu, waited in anticipation, as Rosehearts placed a piece of cake in his mouth.

Roseheart's eyes widened, the fresh taste of strawberry was very much welcomed. The cool temperature was also a refreshing treat for a sunny afternoon tea. The soft texture of the cream he had tasted, melted into his mouth despite the cool taste, and the crunchy underlayer only enhanced the flavor of it!

"Delicious! How did you bake such a cool and fresh-tasting cake prefect!? It is unlike any cake I've ever tasted!"

Rosehearts exclaimed as he stared into Yuu's eyes with genuine delight and curiosity. Yuu dare even say it sparkled like the night stars.

"Pff- Hahahahaha~! I'll tell you after the Unbirthday Party. I already promised Trey to tell him later too, so just enjoy the cake Riddle. You deserve it."

Riddle who was caught off guard by the sudden call of his first name only smiled.

"Okay, Yuu."

#Youtube #BF!Yuu #Strawberry Cake #First name basis #fluff #happy Riddle is happy fandom #I like happy stuff #Fluff makes me go: Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!#It makes me squamish and smiley too #BF!Yuu acting like a lover material #(Daddy/Mommy/Husband/Wife Material)#We like it though #BF!Yuu making sure Riddle is happy

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h11ly · 2 years

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kamisato ayato; let me make your birthday special

a/n : i wrote this on my birthday (months ago) because i felt like it. so here it is!

summary: today is your birthday and apparently, you as always, never celebrate it due to just calling it a "normal thing" but your close friend, kamisato ayato, decides to make it special for you with a small surprise in the end. :D

notes !! : nothing ,, just fluff :3

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it was a normal day at school, you head to your locker and grabbed the books you needed to return since you are ending school soon. sadly, the people you hang out with the most, are graduating or leaving high school.

you sighed at the fact in your mind and closed it. about to turn, you look up at the sudden group. hu tao, yanfei, chongyun, xingqiu, and xiangling. why are they here?

"uh .. hello-?" you tiredly say.

hu tao bursted. "do you know what today is, y/n??" she clapped.

'what was today?' you thought. standing there like an idiot, thinking forever. you shook your head. "no, what is it?"

hu tao's face dropped. yanfei just blinked. the rest were silent. "why are you guys upset?" you asked them.

xiangling came up. "it's your birthday!!"

chongyun coughed. "you weren't supposed to answer."

oh, right .. your birthday. you are turning (age). honestly, you just didn't think about your birthday. you think of it as the same days. its school and you get to sleep, kind of way.

"oh, i see .. well. i have to return these books. good bye." walking away from the group who watched you leave with a worried face.

you head to the book room where lisa is. she was the librarian of course. strict if not anything was turned in. you came in and set the book on the counter. "hello, ms. lisa."

she turns to you. "ah, y/n. what nice to see you here." she smiled. scanning your id and your book. she placed it back on the piles. looking at your information, it said that your birthday was today.

"oh! happy birthday, y/n!" she clapped.

you just nodded and left without a thank you. the behavior is just worrying everyone now. you head to class, everyone says happy birthday. but you wished to stop everyone from saying it. it has become something you hated to hear.

it was lunch, you sat alone, doodling on your notebook. you heard footsteps and see your other friends come over with a cake.

'just stop trying please.' your mind said.

"lets count!" kaeya said.

1..

2...

you grabbed your bag and stuff then left fast before they even sang the birthday shit song. (a/n: it makes me wanna rip my head off.) you went in the building then bumped into someone.

"sorry!" you apologized.

"no need, im sorry."

the voice said, you look up and made contact with the student council president. kamisato ayato. he was one of your very close friends, a tutor also. he knows your family well and often comes by to check how you've been. but, you didn't want to stand long so you ran passed him.

he reached out to you but you were gone already. ayato did not know of your situation until one of your friends came over and saw him.

"ayato!" chongyun called. ayato turned to the young guy. "have you seen y/n? she instantly left before she could even blow her birthday cake."

ayato raised a brow. "birthday cake?" he crossed his arms.

chongyun nodded. "today is their birthday."

this got ayato blank. he totally forgot it was your birthday. what kind of friend is he, his mind said. he snapped to reality.

"i don't know but i will go search for them if you need me to."

chongyun smiled. "thank you!" running back out to the group.

now why did you wanted to leave everyone for your birthday? ayato decided to follow up where you ran and up the stairs. he looked back and forth but saw no one. but the window at the side right was half open. he went over and opened it a bit, there you are.

sitting alone, doodling without disruptions. just your own personal time. he got out of the building to you, and sat next to you.

you felt his presence and ignored. he looked at the sky and feel the breeze, it was peaceful. just how you wanted it. he looked down at your notebook and saw small doodles.

you were doodling your bunny, riku. (a/n: i added my bunny here. :D) doodling albedo, and doodling some stuff you like.

he smiled at your little personal hobby. he pat your head gently. you stopped your stuff and looked at him.

"how did you know i was up here, ayato?" you asked. he chuckled. "i know this was our hang out place. we always go up here a lot."

you forgotten that too. a palm on your face was showing your dumb forgetful mind. "right .."

"your friends are asking of your whereabouts. it is your birthday, why not celebrate?" he questioned.

you sighed. "it is just a celebration of getting old. nothing new." you replied, looking at the sky.

he looked down. "if i am honest, i also forgotten it was your birthday."

"keep it that way, kamisato."

he smiled. "you do amaze me for your personality." you looked at him with a look.

he noticed and laughed. "im honest, y/n."

you laughed with him. god, do you love his company. ayato was that friend who could praise you, support, and be that person who would never leave your side. but he can also be a bitch and tease you.

you put your notebook in your bag and pencil, he sighed. "well, what would you like to do for your birthday?"

you zipped your backpack closed and sat there. "i don't do anything for my birthday."

he leaned forward to you. "then let me make your birthday special, y/n." he whispered.

your face went like a blushing mess. he just smiled and pat your head and got up, dusting off the spots on his clothes. "i will pick you up at 6pm. do not let me wait long, l/n." leaving the roof and made it inside, he stops.

"oh and i will mark this as detention for going on the roof."

"kamisato ayato, i will rip your head off."

---

you sat in bed, it was 5pm. you showered and still not in your clothes but a towel. you grabbed your phone and checked. ".. it is almost 6." you got up and head to your closet.

looking at what you have, you made yourself think nothing. "why is my closet so monocolored." you said.

sounds like a 'you' problem. but you head over to the box of clean clothes that you never worn. you saw a tanktop that had a grafitti on it and grabbed it out. you thought to check your roommate's room and head in.

he was playing games on his computer. "xiao." you called.

he heard and turned but quickly looked away. "why the fuck are you in my room with only a towel??!" he yelled.

you were used to being like this towards him. xiao moved in with you because of his family situation, you felt bad and let him live with you. he was a great friend to be with. sadly, this man is single and never gone on dates except sneak to go have time with venti. who knew.

"can i wear one of your clothes?" you asked. he looked at his closet and folded clothes. he pointed. "that spot only." going back to his games, you head to where he pointed at.

looking at the pants he has, you grabbed one. surprisingly, you fit his clothes. it was funny to say. grabbing a drink from his fridge, you gave him one and left.

"thank you!"

returning to your room, you started to get dressed and dry your hair. but honestly, who agrees wet hair is better than dry fluffy hair. you grabbed your phone and unplugged it. grabbing the house keys, and boots.

going out to the living room to set the stuff down. xiao came out, with his phone in hand, noticing your appearance. "oh? are you heading out?" he asked.

you nodded. "birthday bitch day." yes, xiao knew it was your birthday, so he was lazy to say it. "who is taking you?" jumping in the couch, he landed. you smirked.

"why, the student council president himself, ayato."

xiao scoffed. "that rich brat."

you felt hurt. "dude, at least he is kind. i don't care about that." a message came up.

spoiled brat i'm outside. :)

you put your phone away. "he is here. alright, bye xiao! i made food also!" you grabbed your stuff and waved.

xiao just scrolled on his phone, doing a salute. you closed the door as you see the man, leaning on his car, scrolling though stuff. ayato looked so handsome from where you see him.

his ice blue hair was brushed well, surprisingly he split his rat tail to both sides, making him look to have a wolf cut. you found it attractive.

ayato looked up and smiled. "hey. get in, birthday blossom."

you cringed but ran to his car as you both got in. he backed up and drove off. "so, did xiao say something else about me?" ayato asked.

you laughed. "he kept calling you 'rich brat' so i just never cared."

the driver just smiled. "that guy .. he is very entertaining."

making it to the resturant, he leaves the car then opens the door for you with a hand out. you find this funny and took it as he closed the door for you.

"a gentleman, i see?" you teased.

"only for you, my dear." he smirked.

ayato had his arm out for you as you wrapped your hand around his and entered in. the red hair man which was a pony tail, noticed the two and smiled. "ah, greetings. i heard you reserved a table with just you two. and today is y/n's birthday." diluc smiled.

you looked away in embarrassment. "diluc, you don't have to remind me .." you muttered, and ayato just chuckled.

"thank you, master diluc, we shall head to our table. i will call you when we finish picking our order."

"will do, sir kamisato."

you both sat down at your seat, looking at the menu. 'my, what delicious meals ..' "have you been here before?"

ayato interrupt your thoughts as you look up at the handsome man. "no, i have not .. im always at home never going out. usually my uncle from xx comes down to visit me and sleeps over."

ayato hummed. "well then, my treat."

you smiled as you two got what you ordered and now enjoying the meal together.

you never felt so happy that someone offered to take you out on a day you hate a lot. you sat there, finished your meal with him and smiled.

"i appreciate you, ayato. really, i do. you know how to make my hateful days more better." you say, making him smile at you.

"of course, you are my dearest friend, y/n. yes, i forgotten your birthday but i did make it up by taking you out." he says.

diluc came by with a cut cake, you noticed as he placed it down. "alright, nearly time to blow the candles, y/n." the red hair man says.

you let out a laugh as he brings his lighter and lit the candle. some of his co-workers showed up to celebrate as well. the lights dimmed as only your face was the one shining.

"1, 2, 3!"

they all sang happy birthday, you sat there, the feeling of being happy but wanting to be crying. near the end of the song, everyone cheered.

you closed your eyes for a wish.

then opened them to blow the candle.

they all clapped and happily wished you a good birthday. you thanked everyone and ate the cake with ayato.

after the birthday surprise, you and ayato left, wishing them goodbyes and thank yous. you walk with him all happy, spinning like a goof ball.

"ah, i wish this day never last." you said.

it was snowing now. it made everything better. ayato just chuckled and looked at your happy self, looking at the snowflakes and holding a palm out for some falling.

only one thing he wanted to surprise you.

a confession to make.

he comes over and takes your hand. "come, i shall take you somewhere." he says, you nodded and walked with him to where he wanted to take you.

heading to a park, you both walk to an wooden arc that was wrapped in vines of flowers covered in small bits of snow. you wondered what he was planning, as soon as you were thinking he stopped walking.

"look behind me." he says.

you looked at him confusingly then looked behind. my goodness, the view. didn't realize you were at a hill top park. you just stared in awe.

"this is beautiful, ayato!" you said, running to the railing, you looked at the city of teyvet. the snow was a paid actor you thought.

he comes beside you and watches. "it is beautiful, indeed."

you looked at him and smiled. "not as beautiful as you, kamisato." you complimented.

he looked at you and looked away blushing. "i .. uh. thank you." he muttered.

you just giggled and continued looking. ayato just decided, now or never. facing towards you, he held both of your hands.

"ayato?"

he took a deep breath then smiled. "we have been friends for 3 years. for that long. if ever, i wondered if there was any connection between us." he started.

you stood there confused. "ayato ..? you're worrying me-"

"let me finish, y/n."

you stayed silent.

he just laughed. "i always ask myself if i am good enough to tell you or not. but then, i would fear to loose a bond we have. i always wondered something." he says.

you just waited. "y/n? i like you. not as a friend. but more than that."

your eyes widen. the man who is soon to graduate, confessed when only 1 week of school left. you look into his eyes if any lies were said but no,

they were true.

you looked away a bit.

he looked at your face for any reaction. "i apologize if you don't-"

"ayato, i like you too."

now he was the one surprised. your sudden confession with his made it better. the snow falling, the lights blurring. just this moment.

he pulls you in for a hug as you accepted. your head against his beating heart was warming. you look at him until he dives in for a kiss. you quickly reacted and melted in.

if only someone took a photo of this, you would keep it in your gallery or on a picture frame.

you both pull away and smiled.

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too, yato." ---

driving you home, you and him held hands on the shift, making it to the parking lot, he parks. you look at him.

"thank you for tonight, ayato. i really love it." you thanked him.

he smiled. "just for you, darling."

you pulled him in for a quick kiss and then unbuckled your seat to leave the car. heading to the door, you turned to see him smiling in the car. he waited till you head home.

opening the door, you closed as his headlights faded off. you sighed and went to your room. putting things away and changing into your comfy clothes. heading to the kitchen, a note was there.

venti came to pick me up. it is not what you THINK it is, y/n. but i'm spending time with him and others. also happy birthday. i got something in the fridge and check in your room too.

roommate, xiao

you just laughed and check as you see dino nuggets that you begged xiao to get when he was out with his boyfriend, venti. xiao kept denying but got it days later now. you screamed happily that finally, nuggets came to you.

going to your room, turning on the led lights. you see a bag. opening it up, it was small clothes for your bunny and also some gaming stuff he got for you.

you smiled and set it aside to put it away in the morning. you heard your phone vibrate, looking at it. you check who it was.

ayato (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

ayato (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) hi dear. i got back home safely.

y/n (◠‿◕) oh!! glad you are home!

ayato (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) i am glad you had fun tonight. i was afraid you wouldn't like it.

y/n (◠‿◕) ah ,, no worries!! i love it! your confession was funny.

ayato (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) please do not bring that up ,, i was nervous. T_T

y/n (◠‿◕) it's okay, i find it cute.

ayato (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) alright, head to sleep, my love. it's late. good night! <3

y/n (◠‿◕) good night!! <33

a/n: hey tumblr, at least give me those paragraph placements for the messages. i want that. PLEASE.

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WHAT IF ~ PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

"After almost 18 years, I never expected to return here. Before it actually happened, I didn't believe what I had heard about this location being enchanted and capable of hearing sorrow and emotions." The man gripped the wound on his stomach and coughed, blood streaming from his mouth.

His buff frame was ornamented with a number of wound sites that seemed like they were painted. He was slouching against the tree's bark, which some people claim is alive with emotion.

"Now that I've lost everything, I'm back, but I'm not sure what peace it brought me before. Right now, all I want is serenity; not a family, not love, not a friend. I was here for a reason: to save someone despite the cost of my life. I just had that as my driving force and I failed to do so. I have no idea how I'll survive after…. However, I am unable to harm myself since I swore an oath to never do that. So, here I am, sitting on this cliff under the same tree as I did 18 years ago, injured and powerless. I'll hand everything over to you now. I'll just lay down here and close my eyes. I want to rest, so please take me into your arms. I lived for someone else here; perhaps in another dimension I'll live for myself, or perhaps I'll get to meet Ele-."

Mars awoke panting, his eyes welling with tears, and his t-shirt wet to the point where it lined his features. "Again, the same place and the same man." He turned to look at his beeping alarm. "I suppose I should get to work now." Mars got up from his desk, where he was likely sleeping, and shut his monitor, groaning in stiffness as he stretched.

Fresh, warm water washed away the dreams he had this morning as it fell on his face. His left eyebrow had a visible cut that complemented his face's angular characteristics. Mars desired to unwind because he had been dreaming about the cliff and the man for about ten years and was still trying to figure out who he was. And why is Mars having this dream? The warm contact caused his body to relax. "Tell me who you are; I want to know you."

The weather outside was a bit chilly forcing Mars to tighten his muffler around the neck. Taking his own bike would be suicide in cold windy weather so he opted for the public bus, telling the driver to stop when ‘West College of Arts and Music’ arrived. He plugged his earplugs and rested his head on the window, playing ‘Paper Crown’ from Alec Benjamin on the phone. He didn’t know why he felt familiar but there was something about the song that always connected him.

The bus halted in front of the West College of Arts and Music's imposing iron gates. The location is so huge that it mesmerizes everyone who passes by, whether they are seeing it for the first or nth time. The driver used the horn and yelled the college's name. Mars gave the cash and exited the bus.

He said, "Let's do this," and entered. Students were chatting loudly as they moved about the campus, discussing their days or recent assignments. Everyone appeared to be wealthy and well-dressed, which supported the assertion made by the townspeople that West College is a place for the selected few.

Mars walked straight to the Dean's office while puffing out a small air cloud. "Welcome to the West College of Arts and Music, Mars Are you prepared to meet your students?" Dean asked, grinning. "I apologize for having to call you immediately."

"No, there is no issue; it is good to be back." The Dean smiled and escorted him to the second-floor literature room; the class was too quiet to be true. "I believe the infamous group has not yet arrived." Mars gave him a perplexed look. Generally speaking, literature majors are cool under pressure, but certain students—who happen to be the finest in the college—are just too talkative.

"Dean." A voice interrupted them as they attempted to enter the corner room.

"That's Wade, the most vocal one." Mars looked down at the panting kid. He seemed strangely familiar to him.

From the stairs came the sound of several footsteps, and there they were—a taller boy and a girl. The class's troublesome trio.

"You're running late." The dean declared.

"Well, it seems." They moved carefully up to the dean. "You see, Dean." While Mars's gaze was fixated on the girl, the dean was concentrating on Wade. The taller one walked up to the door, but they didn't notice.

"We entered the classroom ahead of you," Wade yelled in jest, and the three of them hurried inside.

For a brief moment, Mars met the girl's eyes.

"El." He muttered,

"These kids." Dean adored them.

At last, the Dean motioned for Mars to enter "Okay, students, please be quiet and take a seat." Mars's gaze is focused on Jinny.

"This is Mars, and Ms. Nada will not be taking classes as she is ill with typhoid. Mars will be teaching further classes; he was a student at this college, so please make him feel welcome."

"I'm Mars, and I hope we get along."

...

Chapter ~1

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SLEEPLESS

a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

��Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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hi I hope you’re feeling good and staying hydrated

I was wondering if you would feel comfortable with writing a poly!marauders x reader one shot where she struggles with eating, especially sweets - and the boys being supportive etc. idk I just feel guilty even for wanting to eat something or drink a hot cocoa.

sorry if that was all over the place and sorry if I made you uncomfortable that’s the last thing I wanted to do. really sorry, love you so much

hi! I'm glad you requested this, I really hope you find some sort of comfort in this. I want you to know that you deserve to eat and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always message me privately. I would love to help however I can.

- quick note before you read, I included Peter (young, of course), I tried to not make his character really talkative in case you only wanted the main three.

The marauders when you struggle with eating

word count: 2292

THIS CAN BE VERY TRIGGERING, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING!!

[ warning: fem reader, eating issues/(disorder?), HEAVY description of guilt revolving food, swearing, nicknames such as “love” and “pup”, slight kissing, hand holding, anxiety, multiple romantic partners ]

You stared through a crack between your bed curtains, completely in the dark aside from a small glow of light. You can barely tell the time if you slide ever so slightly, making you aware of the bare feeling in your stomach.

8:49 am, was read in bright red digital lights. Your face doesn't shift to another expression other than complete mellowness. You denied to hear what your dorm mates were yelling at you. "[ name ]! One last chance to get out of bed or I'm leaving for breakfast without you!"

You yelled a small "whatever", fed up with the constant yelling. You wanted to be alone with this empty feeling, completely in the dark.

"I better see you in class!" She called before you heard the door close. Finally alone in the room, you lay completely still. When your stomach growled, you felt a deep guilt wash over you. The guilt of eating filled you whole, almost enough to fill your empty stomach.

If you went to the great hall, you would just shove your mouth full. It was better if you just stuck it out till lunch, usually, they didn't serve as many sweets than.

You waited 9 minutes, which felt like hours in the silence. You were just about to close your eyes when a loud knocking came at your door.

Your eyebrows raised, lifting your hand to pull back the curtain. You heard loud whispers, making it clear who your visitors were.

"Go away!" You shouted to the door, hearing their whispers fade for a moment before you saw the doorknob turn. You quickly pushed the curtain closed, covering you in complete darkness. You sank even deeper into your pillows, covering yourself with a heavy blanket as you only wished to be at peace for once.

"Love, you need to come down for breakfast," Remus's voice came first, you heard the curtains being pulled back to completely showcase your bed. You felt the bright light through the blanket, closing your eyes tight.

"I'm not hungry," you told them, somehow hoping they would just go away. But you felt a weight shift in the bed, one of them had sat down right beside your legs.

"You didn't eat that much during dinner yesterday, s'think you should eat," James's voice came, his voice was always comforting. It was deep like honey, another wave of guilt had filled you.

"I'm not hungry," you told them again, uncertainty in your answer this time as you felt a hand get placed on your knee.

"I don't want to eat," you continued, the blanket still pulled over your head as you stared into the darkness. It went quiet for a few moments, you could feel their emotions shift the room as you felt this nervous sweaty feeling.

"Just because you don't want to eat, doesn't mean you shouldn't," Remus said, the blanket slowly getting pulled away to expose your head. Your hair was clumsily sticking to your head, tangles meshed together as you stared ahead at nothing.

Your gaze first met Sirius, since he was the one sitting closest to you on the bed. James was leaning against your trunk, a sorrowful expression on his face when he realized your state. Remus was standing, hands over his chest as you shifting between feet, he looked like a wounded animal. Peter was sitting on top of your dorm mate's bed, fidgeting with his fingers as he gave you a small smile.

"You're allowed to eat love, you shouldn't feel guilty for keeping yourself healthy," Sirius smiled wide, hoping you as well would show him a smile. You only looked towards your bedside, reaching for the glass of water.

"It's easier said than done," you corrected him, finishing off your water. The past few weeks you had begun to drink more water, hoping it would give you some comfort for the food you hadn't eaten.

"Truth be told love, we wouldn't care what you'd look like," James replied, standing up straight before making his way over to your bed. He leaned down, kissing your cheek sweetly.

"Well, I care what I look like!" You told him, Remus tapping his foot anxiously as he watched you display your guilt.

James wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up in a sitting position. You held a deep frown on your face, looking at Sirius as you finally wrapped your arms around James.

"You can care about how you look all you want, but if what your doing to accomplish that is harmful you can't be doing that," Remus told you, staring at you deeply.

"Not eating is harmful, you know that." Remus continued with his little speech, James still buried into your embrace. You wiggled your fingers through his thick hair, pulling him closer.

"I don't care," you told him, not breaking your stare with Remus. You felt like yelling and screaming at them to leave, but the feeling of warmth James was providing gave you a moment to calm down.

"We do," Sirius finished the little argument quick, shutting your response down as he leaned over to kiss your lips gently. You let him kiss you, barely giving any effort to kiss him back. He smiled when he pulled away, ruffling your hair.

"James c'mon, we're gonna go get food," Remus said, walking towards the door as James gave a long squeeze before departing from you. You reached your hands out to Sirius instead, wanting the warmth again.

Sirius happily excepted your request, sliding into James's place as his arms came to wrap around your blanket-covered body.

"We'll be quick, promise," James said while giving a beaming smile.

"Don't hurry," you said, still grumpy from the morning and the feeling of an empty stomach. Remus shot you a glare, making you back down quickly as you watched Peter come over to your bed.

"Do you want me to brush your hair?" Peter asked quietly, you nodded reaching over to the hairbrush as you passed it to him. Peter slipped behind you, section your hair briefly before sliding the brush down your tangled hair. When you winced at a certain tug, Peter instantly pulled back slightly.

"Sorry love," he mumbled, quickly getting rid of the tangles. You leaned back into peters chest, Sirius shifting to rest against your chest.

"It's alright," you told him, giving a small smile as you felt Peter's fingers come to massage your scalp. Starting from the back of your skull to the front, your head instantly lolled back at the affection.

"That feels so nice," you gave a small praise, feeling comfortable as the door opened. James and Remus came in, plates filling their hands as almost every type of breakfast item filled it to the brim.

"I'm not gonna eat all that!" You told them, astonished from how much of a variety there was. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, a deeper hunger making itself known.

"It's alright, we'll finish what's left," James said, plopping the plates down on your bed. Sirius and Peter hadn't made any changes in their position, you looked down towards a sleeping Sirius.

"Sirius come on, [ names ] has to eat," Remus whispered into Sirius's ear, They quickly gave you space. When Peter shifted, you caught his arm in your hand.

"No, stay, I like it," you told him, relaxing back into his chest as his arms came to rest against your waist.

You got passed a buttered pastry by James, you stared at it for a minute. The lies making you feel guilt you didn't deserve, you debated whether you deserved such a sugary treat.

"It's alright love," Remus said first, coming to sit next to your side as he rested his hand against your cheek.

"It's really hard," you admitted to him, tears filling your eyes briefly before you looked away to stare at nothing. Remus brought your face back to his, giving a gentle smile.

"We know love, we're right here okay? You're safe and you deserve to eat," Remus told you, The rest of the guys agreeing. You sniffled slightly, nodding as you took the pastry from James.

"It's really awkward if your all just waiting for me," you told them, Sirius whipped his head around so fast you'd thought he'd get whip-lash.

Remus was telling Sirius off, distracting the boys with the small fight. You watched as Remus began to curse at Sirius, James coming to Sirius's defence. Remus was so easy to piss off, it was kind of entertaining.

You took a bite of the pastry, a warmth filling your mouth as you chewed slowly then swallowed, it felt good. Peter yelled from behind you, telling Sirius off for something he said that you didn't listen to.

You laughed at the bickering, finishing your pastry as you reached for another one without a second thought.

"Do you want one Peter?" You asked, turning your head slightly to catch his eyes.

"Sure, can you pass me the biscuits?" He asked, you gladly excepted. You gave him the biscuit, grabbing one for yourself as you finished off your food quickly.

The boys' bickering came to a haunt, Remus pointing to the bed as they all shut up and sat next to you again. You pointed towards the toast, Sirius passed it to you.

"Are you guys gonna eat?" You asked, taking a bite out of your buttered toast. It melted in your mouth, you had to resist the feeling of rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

"Of course," James said, picking up a biscuit as he took a bite. Sirius grabbed a waffle, eating it with his bare hands as Remus gave him a dirty look. Remus waited, eyes strictly on you for a while as he watched you finish your toast.

When you had reached for the fruit, Remus started to eat as well. James passed you a fork, all of the boys had big smiles on their faces.

"Does it taste good?" James asked, you nodded instantly as you swallowed some of the fruit. You started to feel full, but your eyes locked on one of your favourite treats.

"Have it, love," Sirius noticed, passing you the plate as you took it with shaky hands.

"It has too much sugar," you told him, pushing the plate back. Sirius didn't take it, James gave your knee a small pat.

"It's alright, you can still have it," James told you, his voice was firm and comforting as you believed him. You could have it, you deserved it.

"Okay," you whispered, bringing the pastry to your lips as you took a bite. The flavour exploded in your mouth, making you smile. You covered your mouth, chewing.

"Is that a smile I see?" Sirius asked, smiling himself as he leaned closer to you. You finished chewing the bite, swallowing it down quickly.

"Oh shush," you told him, pushing him away as you rested back onto Peter. You shuffled your feet, laying them over James's legs as you continued to chew.

After the last bite, you felt completely filled. The guilt had weighed in quickly, making you feel like throwing up as you grabbing onto Remus's hand.

"You alright, love?" He asked you, all eyes on you as you became more nervous.

"Did I eat too much?" You asked, squeezing his fingers tightly between your own. You felt your nerves bundle up, rolling your neck to try and ease the tension.

"No, of course not. If your full then you ate just enough," Remus comforted, bringing your hand to his lips. His words helped you settle down, you reached for your water again. You took a sip before breaking out of Peter's embrace, crawling slightly towards James.

"Hello," James greeted, smiling as he let you push your lips against his. His fingers wrapped in your hair, bringing you closer as you kissed him deeper. You pulled away breathless, your face flushed as you hide against his shoulder.

"We're so proud of you, you've done so well pup. You don't know how much it means to us that your eating," Sirius's voice came beside you, his hand coming to rest onto your lower back. You continued to hide your face against James's chest, letting your eyes close.

"Thank you," you whispered, the guilt had washed away for the moment. You felt completely safe, you deserved this moment.

"It's our pleasure," Sirius said, kissing your head as he started to clean up the plates. The rest of the boys finished what was left quickly like they said they would.

You pulled back, getting off the bed to get dressed for the day. Sirius and James helped you pick out your outfit, landing on a plaid skirt and one of James's oversized jumpers. Peter did your hair, putting in colourful clips that matched your skirt.

"Alright, I'm all ready," you told them after leaving the bathroom, smiling as you played with your hair.

They smiled at you, Remus giving you his hand as you instantly locked your fingers with his. Before they opened the door; they stopped short.

"We know this is difficult for you, but we're so proud of you," Remus said, you gave a small nod at the words. Tears almost falling from your eyes as you brought Remus down into a hug.

You hugged Sirius next, Peter second because he was the closest, Than James. James mumbled his applause into your ear, making you squeeze him tight. You were almost sobbing at this point, wiping your eyes as your mascara slightly smudged.

"Look what you did," you told them, chuckling as you wiped up quickly. Your eyes puffy and red, but you felt loved so you couldn't care.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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I wonder what would happen if Y/N had a really bad day and just decided to pick a sibling from the Yan!Todoroki clan like a cat would pick its person and just?? Sit in their lap?? They'd say 'I had a terrible day, no torture today please' before taking their well-deserved nap lookin' all cute and peaceful. Then the sibling would be so proud and confused at the same time but really really happy like 'omg for real? Me? What's happening?? 🥺'. Bonus points if it's Dabi just having the widest grin on his face while staring straight at the rest of the fam seething with jealousy.

I saw your works btw and been inhalin em all cause they're all so good *chef's kiss*

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Yandere Dabi:

Shotou had come to pick you up from school today. Even though he had a busy schedule himself, he still made time for you, just like the rest if your family.

"How was school?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Just fine? Wasn't your result supposed to come today?"

You nodded. "It did. I passed."

Shotoy smiled. "Thats great. Did you get your report card?"

You knew he was going to ask for it. You also knew that he already knew what grades you got.

You nodded and handed him the report card from your bag.

Shotou's face lit up when he saw your grades.

"You're first again. I'm so proud of you." He patted your head.

You smiled. "Thanks."

By the time you guys reached home, you already knew that your entire family was home. They always were when your result came. You knew the principal had already informed Enji of your grades, she always does.

When you entered the house, your family yelled "surprise!" You feigned shock as they hugged you and congratulated you on your achievement.

Rei had prepared a little feast for you, everything was made from scratch. Enji was beaming with joy, he was so proud of his little girl. Rei had made your favourite cake, kissing your cheek as you cut it. Enji had gotten you beautiful diamond necklace. Natsuo, Shotou and Fuyumi had gotten you some gifts as well, stuff you had vaguely mentioned about. Dabi wasn't home, but you didn't mind his absence.

Your family had planned to spend the night on the couch cuddling and doing a movie marathon, but when you asked them to excuse you for the night because you were feeling tired, they became a but worried. You reassured them that you just had a long day at school as well, and now that you were stuffed with Rei's delicious food, sleep was inevitable. They nodded, a bit sad that you wouldn't be joining, but understanding nonetheless.

You went up the stairs to your room, and as soon as you closed the door, the smile you had been displaying all night was wiped off.

You sat on your bed and recalled the events of the day. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept yourself quiet. They're not worthy crying over, you reminded yourself. Still, you couldn't help but crumple up your report card and throw it in the dustbin.

Silent tears fell from your eyes, no longer being able to hold them in. God, its infuriating.

Suddenly, you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You looked at the clock. 12 am.

Its Dabi.

You couldn't deal with him tonight. You remained silent, hoping he'd leave you alone.

But of course not.

You quickly turned away from the door as soon as you heard it open. Wiping your tears quickly, you heard Dabi come in.

"You brat. Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" He asked, pushing the door close with his foot.

"Leave me alone, Dabi." You were trying hard to stabilise your voice.

"Huh?! Is that anyway to talk to your favourite brother?" Dabi mocked as he pulled at your ponytail. You yelped before turning around to push him away.

Dabi was about to laugh at you when he suddenly noticed the your face. Your eyes were full of tears, lashes heavy with them. Your face was flush, your nostrils flared, your lips in a pulled in a tight scowl. Had you been crying? Or did he make you cry?

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"Just leave me alone." You said as you angrily wiped the tears from your face.

Dabi was shocked to see you like this. He had never seen you cry, not even when he took his teasing a little too far. So, to see you react like this, it worried him a bit.

"Have you been crying? What's the matter? Did you fail or something?" His voice actually held some concern.

You shook your head, pulling your ponytail loose. "Its nothing. Just leave."

Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. What happened? He plopped down on your bed next to you. "Come on. Tell me." He poked your shoulder. "You know I won't leave until you tell me."

"Its nothing, really." You sniffled, avoiding his gaze.

"Did Enji say something?" Dabi asked, his voice taking a dangerous tone. "Look at me. Did he do something?" He's going to kill that bastard if he-

"What? No. God, just go."

Dabi let out a huff. He'll have to use another strategy. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just tell Shotou you have been crying, and then you can answer to him."

Shotou? God, he would just overthink everything and do something stupid.

You caught his wrist just as he was about to leave. "Do you have to be such a jerk every single day?" You glared daggers at him.

Dabi smirked before pulling his wrist away and plopping on the bed next to you. "Yes. Big brother privileges." He poked your cheek. "Now spill."

You looked at him, hoping he'd just get blasted magically. Idiot.

You inhaled deeply before closing your eyes. "Its stupid, really." Dabi stared at you, signalling for you to continue. "Something... happened at school." You paused. "Just a couple of assholes."

Dabi was attentive now. "Go on."

You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. "Some kids in my class... they said mean things about me."

"Bullying?" Dabi quirked an eyebrow.

You shook your head. "I- I don't think so. They just said that I only get the highest grade in class because of my dad. Like Enji bribes the school into giving me good marks." You sniffled. "They undermine me. They say I'm not good enough to be in their school, and that the only reason I got in was because of my surname."

Tears dripped down your face slowly, almost as if they were ashamed to fall.

You wiped them away harshly. "And it doesn't matter what I say. I've tried to befriend them, I've tried to get along with them, but they still ridicule me. Its frustrating. They... they don't understand that my only option is to be the best." You whispered the last part, but Dabi heard you loud and clear.

He sat up and gently gripped your chin, turning your face towards him as he narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'its your only option'?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what I mean. I know that no one in the family cares if I get the highest marks or not but...I still have to live up to the family name. What will people say if the number 1 hero's kid is both quirkless and dumb?" Your lips wobbled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

You don't want to let down the Todoroki name; you don't want to let down Enji.

He already knew it was that shithead's fault.

Dabi sighed before pulling you close to him. Placing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand wiped your tears away.

Wanting to prove your worth, that you're a valuable asset to the family. Dabi never thought he'd see himself in you, or his younger self really.

"You're an idiot." Dabi began, carding his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to be the best. You're not expected to. You know, the family knows, hell even I know how hard you worked to get in that school. I've seen how you'd do all nighters, how many times you've turned down going out so that you could do well in your exams. But you don't have to do that." He tilted your chin up, staring into your glossy eyes. "We don't care what the public thinks of us. We won't care if you fail. We don't care you're quirkless. You're not expected to be anything but a good girl." He squished your cheeks together, making you look like a fish. "You just need to be safe. Do you understand?"

You sniffled as you nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Dabi smiled. "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" You shrugged in response. "You know what would've happened if I said anything. They're already hesitant to let me go to school, this would just give them another reason to homeschool me. Besides, I didn't let their words get to me before, so it really wasn't a big deal." Before? You were about to continue but then kept your mouth shut. But Dabi saw that. He pulled you away from him, his eyes turning sharp as he raised his eyebrows. "But something else happened today as well?"

You averted his scrutinising gaze, keeping your lips sealed as you shook your head no. "Do not lie to me. Or I'll tell Shotou and Enji and then they can handle-"

Your eyes widened. "Do you ever stop making threats?" Rolling your eyes, you told him what happened. "It wasn't anything serious. One of those jerks... thought it'd be funny to try and kiss me. When he tried to force me, I slapped him. Really hard. My handprint still on his face." You smiled at that. "He said the only reason he wasn't using his quirk on me was because I was Todorokis charity case. Then he said that I should be grateful that he was going to kiss me, especially since no one cares about a quirkless, frigid bitch like me." You let out a humourless laugh, but Dabi could see the pain in your eyes. You gave a small smile. "Dont worry. I already know what they said isn't true."

Thats it.

Dabi was already planning murder. He's going to make those little shits pay for what they did to you. The nerve to not only bully you, but make you cry, and then touch you? Dabi is gonna make sure they get tortured in every way possible before he incinerates them-

"Dabi?"

Your soft voice pulled him out of his violent thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Can you... stay the night?"

He looked at your tear stricken face, your eyes were still laden with tear drops, your nose red from all the sniffling.

How could he say no to you? You looked ugly.

"Its okay. You don't have to-" you were cut off by a pillow hitting your face.

"Move over, brat." He climbed in the bed with you, covering you both with the blanket. "And don't put your cold feet on mine." You smiled cheekily at that.

"Don't hog the blanket- why do you need it anyway?"you yanked the blanket.

Dabi pushed another pillow on your face, laughing as you punched his shoulder. "You're insufferable."you mumbled.

It took a while to get comfortable on your single bed, but it ended up with your head on his chest, while Dabi propped himself against the headboard.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Dabi hummed. "Dont think I don't know why you're doing this."

You smiled softly. He caught on to why you were keeping him home that night; you knew he would do something terrible to those guys. "Promise me you won't hurt them?"

Dabi remained silent. You pulled your head away to look up at him. "Dabi. Promise."

When he didn't reply, tears started forming your eyes. He sighed, before shoving your face back into his chest. "Fine, crybaby. I won't hurt them. Promise." You're such a brat, stopping him from doing his big brother duties.

You went back to snuggling him, not taking long for you to finally go to sleep. Once Dabi made sure you were asleep, he pulled out his phone and texted Toga.

"Need a favour. Up 4 stabbing?"

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