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cold nights // part twenty-six

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 7.3k (WOAH)

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

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It's your first day of university, and you don't know if you're more excited or terrified.

It was the beginning of the rest of your life, which is thrilling considering just two months ago you thought you had days left to live. At the same time, though, you knew no one here besides Coryo and Sej, and you didn't share a single class with either of them.

But, staying positive was a must. It would only be a few hours away from them, and you had planned to meet up for lunch with Coryo between your classes, since he had found some for you that started and ended at the same time as his. While you drape your scarf over your shoulders and tuck both ends around the belt at your waist, you smile to yourself. You take a last look in the mirror, to double-confirm that you like the look of the scarf worn that way over your white dress and when you're satisfied you grab your bag and leave your room. Of course, Tybalt is right on your heels.

Walking down the hall, you can hear their grandmother singing the national anthem in the other room, as she always does. You've never loved the anthem or what it stood for, but starting your morning hearing singing is nice nonetheless. Even if the woman who started her mornings with song had decided just to completely pretend you didn't exist, ignoring you at every turn. "Good morning!" You smile as you enter the dining room, Tigris and Coryo already sitting to eat.

"Morning." They both smile at you at the same time as you drop your bag down, sitting next to Coryo. "Are you excited?" Tigris asks as you reach for some apple slices. There are more fancy pastries spread out on the tray as well, but you'd much rather stick to fruit in the morning.

"I am." You grin, biting the slice in half. "A little nervous, though. I must admit."

"You don't need to be nervous." Coryo tells you, and his smile does relax you. But you know he doesn't understand. "I'll walk you to your classes, and I'll see you during our break. It'll be easy and you'll adjust very quickly."

"Aren't you nervous?" You ask, picking up your cup of tea and taking a sip. "It's your first day too."

"Not really." He shrugs, reaching up to mess with his hair. It had only been a few weeks since he cut it, but it was growing back rather quickly. "More excited."

"Oh, well, I'm excited for you too." You hum, taking another bite of your apple and smiling as he pats your leg under the table.

Pulling up to the campus after Coryo insisted that their driver take the two of you, you notice immediately that there were tons more people. Most were people around your age, which you expected. You wonder how many of them are Coryo's other friends, it would be nice to make more friends here. Just like the games. You find yourself thinking. "Safety in numbers", is what Coryo had told you. You needed allies here.

"There's a lot of people." You comment as the car comes to a stop, and Coryo gently squeezes you with the arm he has over your shoulder in the backseat, still shielded by the tinted windows.

"Yes, just stay close to me." He tells you, kissing your cheek. You nod and push the door open, thanking the driver quickly as you climb out with Coryo on your heels.

It's obvious to him almost immediately that you don't fit in. While there isn't a uniform like there was in the academy, he was still wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt- which seemed to be on par with the level of dress all the other students were donning. Mentally, he curses himself for not thinking of that. It didn't even cross his mind- all that did was that you looked beautiful. More done up than he'd ever seen you, and you don't look insecure about it, at least not immediately. Outside of what he can discern of just average nervousness as you seem to shrink in on yourself while you look out over as much of the campus as you can see.

"So, your class starts in twenty-five minutes. Usually, it's a good idea to get there early, that's what I've heard anyway." He tells you as he starts walking down the path toward the doors, and you follow quickly after him.

"How long does it take to get there?" You ask as you catch up, holding onto your bag over your shoulder.

"You tell me." He smirks, jutting out his elbow to gently nudge you. "I have you the tour, where are we going?"

"Oh." You laugh, looking around. "It looks a lot different now. Probably... ten minutes to get to the arts building?"

"About that, yeah." He nods. "In no time you won't need me anymore."

As you approach the entrance to the main building, it doesn't go unnoticed by him that you're being stared at. No doubt every other student here recognizes you, it would be jarring to see a tribute walking among them at school. Let alone be in a class with them. He wonders if they'd feel unsafe with you- he knows he would have without knowing you.

Not necessarily unsafe, considering even watching the games anyone could tell you wouldn't hurt a fly, but... uneasy, is a more accurate descriptor. It even begins to pool in his own stomach, growing more as you link your arm with his. They weren't just staring at you. They were staring at him, too.

"I'll always need you, I'm sure." You giggle, squeezing his arm.

He can practically hear all of their whispers now.

'Is that Coriolanus Snow? That District girl is all over him.'

'She's probably going to give him rabies or some other gross District plague. I won't be surprised if he starts a Monkey Pox outbreak.'

'I heard him and Sejanus Plinth went to District Twelve just for her. They probably came back half animal- no wonder he sees nothing wrong with this.'

Suddenly, he does. Your hold on him, while friendly, feels so sickeningly isolating. He pulls his arm from yours with the excuse of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while he speaks to you. "Well, we may not always have aligning classes."

"That's true, I suppose." You agree. "An awful shame though, I'll miss being able to have lunch together."

He just hums in agreement, picking up his pace as you move through the halls and out the back exit to be able to access the art building.

"This is you." Coryo says as he stops outside the door to a lecture hall, looking inside briefly before turning his attention to you. There were a few students already inside, reading or organizing their notebooks.

"Oh, thank you." You smile at him. He didn't have much to say on the walk to your class, but you sum that up to him being in a hurry to get to his own. The art building was certainly out of his way, if you remember where all his classes were supposed to be.

"You're welcome." He says, making an effort to match your smile. He could only really focus on the stares you were getting from people walking past, making wide circles around you. You don't seem to notice as you look up at him. "I'll come back to get you after class, so just wait for me, okay?"

"I'll wait right here." You nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his chest. "I'll miss you, though."

You feel him tense up under you, and he awkwardly pats your back. You don't clue in until you hear gasps and whispering. You quickly take a step back, cheeks red.

Coryo chuckles nervously. "It's alright, uh..." He leans down to whisper to you. "They're just strict about that kind of stuff here. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." You reply, looking around and smiling apologetically at the few people still staring as they walk past.

"I should have told you, that's my fault." He admits, standing up straight before leaning down to talk to you again. "Good luck in your class. I love you, and I'll see you for lunch." He whispers and is satisfied when that brings your normal smile back.

"I love you too." You whisper back, and he grins, giving you a quick nod. "See you later."

You wave as he walks away, and you take a deep breath before walking into the lecture hall.

Now, you're presented with your second big problem of the day. Figuring out where to sit.

You scan the room quickly, deciding the easiest would be the front or second row. There were a few students already sitting down there, and one girl who was sitting alone. She had blonde hair, and red lipstick that you think would match Coryo's coat that he sometimes wears quite nicely. She looked nice.

You smile as you make your way over to the front row, sliding into the seat next to her. "Hi! My name is Y/N, what's-" You whisper, wanting to stay quiet in the already silent room and before you even finish your question she's shoving things in her bag and getting up. "Oh." You frown, looking around as she quickly moves to a different seat. The shuffle caused everyone who wasn't already looking to stare at you, so you just quickly turned to face the front.

You didn't mean to scare her off, you just thought she might want a friend if she was sitting alone, and you definitely wanted one. She didn't even look at you for more than a second.

You quietly pull the notebook Coryo had given you out of your bag, placing it on the table in front of you and looking up at the clock. There were still fifteen or so minutes until your class would start, so surely by then, someone would sit next to you.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. By the time the man you assumed was your professor entered, every other seat was taken besides the ones next to you. And behind you. There was this glaringly uncomfortable circle of emptiness surrounding you right at the front of the room. It was mildly embarrassing, but at least you didn't have to see everyone staring at you since almost everyone was behind you. But you still had the afternoon class, and the rest of the year to let people warm up to you. It would be okay.

"Okay, I hope everyone is here." Your gaze follows your professor as he shuts and locks the door. "If you're late, that's too bad. I expect everyone to be on time. This door will be locked at nine on the dot. For anyone who doesn't know me, my name is Dr. Nero."

You sit up straighter in your seat. He looks young, probably only ten or so years your senior with well-trimmed but present facial hair and a semi-casual suit. He must be relatively new to the position, and clearly, he took it very seriously.

"Alright, the department wants us to do icebreakers, so we'll get it over quickly. When I call your name on the attendance, tell us something about yourself and what your career goal is."

Shoot. You definitely didn't have any solid plans yet.

As he goes through the list, you wrack your brain for an answer. What did you want to do? Nothing specific. Maybe you'd write a book, maybe open a daycare back home where parents could leave their young ones with you by donation while they went to work. Maybe you'd be back at the library, but you really wanted to do something good with your education. You make a mental note to ask Coryo during lunch what kind of career you can have with a literature degree.

You look around, trying to remember as many names as you can as the other students answer.

"Teacher", "Artist", "Museum Curator", "Gamemaker".

Your eyes are still locked on the student who said that, a boy with dark hair and brown eyes. His name was Cancor Crane, if you remember what the professor had just called out correctly, and he was staring back at you. He was staring at you with such a vile expression that it looked like he wanted to gut you. A chill goes down your spine.

Then your name is called. You turn quickly, smiling nervously. "Hi..." You say, clearing your throat of the dryness that overtook it. "So, my name is Y/N... something about myself is that I have a cat, his name is Tybalt. Um, because my favourite book is Romeo and Juliet." You look around, then quickly back to your desk. "And I am not sure about my career, in all honesty. Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door." You shrug, smiling hopefully at him.

"Interesting." Your professor says, tilting his head at you and leaning back against his desk. "I expected your fact to be that you're a Victor."

"I- well, yes. I am." You reply nervously, twisting your pencil in between your fingers.

He hums. "Congratulations."

Congratulations on being the only one to walk away with your life.

"Thank you." You settle on, voice hardly more than a whisper.

"I've never taught a Victor before. This should be an interesting class for all of us."

You took as many notes as you could through the syllabus overview and first lecture. You were pretty pleased with yourself, everything looked organized and you felt prepared for the rest of the course- besides the textbooks that you needed to pick up. Another thing to ask Coryo about.

You don't see him at the door yet, after all, he had to walk all the way back from his class to yours and if he was let out at the same time he should be here in about ten minutes.

"Miss Y/L/N, do you mind staying for a moment?" Dr. Nero asks as the lecture hall steadily clears out. "I'd like to chat with you."

You quickly gather your things, making your way over to his desk at the front centre of the large room.

"Dr. Nero." You smile, bag tucked under your arm. "I really enjoyed today's class. I'm looking forward to the rest of the semester."

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. "Thank you."

He doesn't say anything else, and you're left wondering what he wanted you to stay for. "I just need to get my textbooks, but I have the list that you gave us so I'll see if I can grab them this afternoon. I'll have them for Wednesday." You say, just wanting to fill the silence.

"Good." He nods, leaning back against his desk and tucking his hands into his pockets. "I watched your games. When they told me that you enrolled in my class, I was immediately intrigued."

"Oh." What are you supposed to say to that? He watched you at your literal worst, that doesn't make you feel very comfortable at all.

"In a good way, I assure you." He says, sensing your nerves. "I feel as though you know more about English literature than anyone in this city. Maybe even more than me."

"I wouldn't say that..." You chuckle nervously. "I just like reading."

"Yes. With an unprecedented level of comprehension for a District-born child."

You want to scowl and argue with him about how the opinions of the Capitol citizens are based on nothing but their own superiority complex fuelled by their win in one war that cost the lives of many, but instead, you just smile and nod. "Thank you, Sir."

"Although, tributes are not given much of a chance to prove that they are more than animals when they are treated as such from the moment they arrive until the moment they die, wouldn't you agree?"

You tilt your head at him. His motivations and opinions are suddenly unclear and confusing to you. "Yes... I-I would."

"Well, I hope to learn more about your experience while we get to know each other." He tells you. "Thank you for coming."

"Yes, thank you." You say quietly, looking toward the door. "I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Yes, good luck in the rest of your classes." He nods to you, and you take that as your dismissal and head to the door. You would just have to wait for Coryo in the hall.

You wouldn't have to wait long, considering he was already there, right where he had left you earlier.

"Hi!" You smile, waving at him but being mindful of keeping your distance.

"Hello." He grins, already starting down the hall as you join his side.

"How was your class?" You ask excitedly.

"Good." He shrugs. "What about yours? That's what I'm more concerned about."

"It was good!" You smile. "I mean, I tried to talk to people but everyone was pretty quiet. And the Professor was nice. I think. He seemed fascinated by the fact that I'm a 'Victor'." You accentuate your point with finger quotations, bouncing between looking up at him beside you and ahead of you to make sure you don't walk into anyone. They seem to be keeping their distance, though.

"Of course he is." Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. "But that's what we want. He may favour you, so go along with it."

"Oh, okay."

Tigris was nice enough to pack you both lunch for the day, yours consisting mainly of fruit. Something you have noticed over the last couple of weeks you've been here is that some of the food scares you- which is something you never thought of. If you can't somewhat accurately identify what it is just by looking at it, you're tempted to steer clear. Coryo insists you'll "get used to it", something he tells you daily about a wide variety of things, but Tigris doesn't mind packing you fruit for lunch or meals you don't help prepare yourself, which you appreciate.

Even for a September day, the sun is beaming down on the courtyard so you decided to eat outside. After all, Coryo says the weather won't be this nice all winter. You rarely got snow in Twelve, so you were excited for the holidays. Secretly, you hoped you could go home for Christmas.

"It's a beautiful day today." You comment, taking a bite of the fresh strawberry you pulled from your lunch container. The strawberries here were something that shocked you as well- they were bigger than the homegrown ones back home. Not nearly as sweet, though.

"It is." Coryo nods, leaning back on his palms in the grass. "Do you like it here so far?" He asks, squinting from the sun as he looks over at you.

"I mean, I've only had one class as you know, but so far it's great." You grin. "I'm excited to actually dive into the readings and such."

"I mean, like, in general." He chuckles. "Also, I have never heard anyone ever say they were excited about homework."

"A precious, mouldering pleasure it is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think." You shrug, smiling at him as you place the rest of the strawberry on your tongue.

Coryo scrunches up his nose in disgust while you chew. "You eat the leaves?"

Quickly, you're covering your mouth with your hand to speak. "You don't?" You ask, voice slightly muffled with the slightly sour fruit on your tongue.

"No!" He laughs, shaking his head.

You swallow what remains of the strawberry in your mouth, preparing to defend yourself when you hear someone call his name. You both turn, and your eyes land on a girl with long, dark hair as she walks toward you. With the shoes she's wearing, she only slightly struggles on the grass.

"Clemmie." He smiles, quickly standing up. You follow suit, brushing the stray blades of grass off of your legs and dress while he gives her a hug. A hug? That must be allowed outdoors. "I didn't expect to see you today."

"Yeah, well, they let me out of my cage for the occasion." She replies sarcastically. She must be hot, wearing a white turtle neck in this heat. Then she looks at you, lifting up her dark sunglasses and resting them in her hair.

She has the eyes of a snake.

You're in shock for a moment, but you quickly recover. "Hello, my name is Y/N. Are you a friend of Coryo's?" You ask, extending your hand to shake. You were just happy to possibly be making friends.

She doesn't take it, something you're used to by now. "Yes, we've known each other our whole lives." She answers, looking down at your hand as you slowly lower it back to your side.

"Y/N, this is Clemensia Dovecote." Coryo says, deciding to introduce you properly, since his classmate didn't want to oblige. "She was a mentor as well."

"Oh, congratulations." You grin, biting back the sickness you felt suddenly bubbling in your stomach. "From what I have heard, even being selected for the opportunity is a large accomplishment. You must be proud."

"Yeah, well, I'd certainly be happier if my tribute won." She shrugs.

"Clemmie-" Coryo hisses at her, and she looks momentarily horrified at her own statement.

You look down, nodding slightly with a nervous smile. "It's okay." You insist, laughing slightly and pretending to readjust your scarf and tighten it around the belt.

"I didn't... Not like that. I'm sorry." She apologizes quickly after Coryo had jumped to your defense.

"No, it's alright. I understand." You tell her again, attempting a reassuring smile. "Would... would you like to eat lunch with us?"

"I have to get going, actually." Clemensia replies, looking between the two of you. "I was just on my way to my next class and thought I'd stop to say hi. It was nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You too." You grin, and she nods at you before walking away.

Your eyes stay trained on her as she crosses the courtyard, and Coryo is once again close enough to speak to you quietly so no one else would hear. "I'm so sorry, she didn't mean it like that."

"No, I know." You insist again, already sitting back down. "It's okay." You smile up at him, patting the patch of grass next to you so he would join you.

"She was supposed to be Reaper's mentor." He tells you as he rejoins you on the ground. "But... something happened before the games. She couldn't participate."

"Oh."

He moves closer. "Do you remember that day we went to tour the arena?" He asks and you nod. "And I was late, and you asked me what was wrong, and I told you nothing?"

You do remember that, and you never got answers, but you remember being worried it was your fault. You almost kissed him the night before, and you had made things weird when he just came to do something nice for you; bringing you a book and some birthday cake. You felt horrible. "Yes, I thought I had done something."

"You? No." He quickly shakes his head. "We had to write a proposal for Dr. Gaul, the head gamemaker, about things that could be done to "improve" the games. Like the bets, donations, sending food, and when we were speaking with her Clemmie got bit by one of the snakes."

You gasp, covering your mouth. He looks around, making sure no one is paying attention. Yes, people were staring, but no one would get close enough to be able to overhear.

"I thought she was dead, but they sent me straight to the arena to meet you." He explains. "And like she said, we've been friends forever so I was... quite upset."

"That's horrible." You frown, resisting the urge to reach for his hand as it sits on his lap next to you.

"Yeah." He agrees quietly. "But I saw her in the hospital after the bombing, she was alive but... different. Crazy."

"Her eyes?" You ask and he nods.

"And she was hallucinating, they wouldn't let anyone see her except me because I was there. She was angry with me because I didn't visit her enough."

"Survivors guilt." You smile sympathetically. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

"That's why she's wearing that shirt." He whispers, nodding to her just as she enters the building ahead of you. "She's got scales."

You cringe at the mere idea of it.

"I know." He laughs slightly. He doesn't look away from his hands in his lap, and while you can see he's smiling and laughing, it's doing little to convince you that he isn't upset. "It was kind of my fault, though."

There it is.

"No, most certainly not." You frown. You just want to hold his hand, surely you won't be caught if you do. You were outside, just for a moment isn't likely to get you in trouble. Especially if he was just hugging Clemensia. "Why do you say that?" You ask, settling instead for resting a hand on his arm.

"I... It's difficult to explain." He tells you, and you say nothing, willing him to continue. "So, our proposal was in the tank. Dr. Gaul told us if the snakes knew your scent, they wouldn't bite. But I wrote the paper, not her, and she made Clemmie reach into their tank and pull it out."

"That's not your fault." You tell him, gently squeezing his forearm.

"I should have stopped her. She would have hated me for telling them she didn't help write it, but none of that would have happened."

"Well, she's okay, isn't she?" You smile hopefully.

"Yes, but she just as easily could have died." He insists. "The only thing that makes me feel slightly better about it is that in a way, she saved you."

You cock your head at him, mouth falling open in astonishment. "I... what?"

He looks up from his lap to check your surroundings again.

"I put the letter you wrote to me into the tank." He whispers, and you have to lean in to hear it. "Because I knew if they knew your scent they wouldn't hurt you."

"You... never told me that." You state the obvious, retreating your hand back into your own lap. Part of you wishes he hadn't done that. They didn't quite catch you getting up into the rafters, his warning had been enough, but you should have walked to your death the following morning when you climbed down and found the note in the first place.

"I just... I don't know, I thought it would be worth more if it stayed a secret. I didn't want you to feel... indebted to me, or something." He admits. "But I'm still trying that thing where I tell you everything I'm thinking. Especially about this stuff."

You nod, putting your focus on picking pieces of grass at your side. "Thank you."

"Please don't thank me." He frowns. "I told you. I had to. I knew I loved you even then, Y/N/N."

You give your head a quick shake, already sensing the spiral it was about to fall down. "Let's not speak about this here." You mumble. "Please."

Immediately, Coryo understands. "Of course." He watches you run your fingers through the grass slowly, and realizes quickly that you are counting them. Now was not the time or place for another attack, and he felt foolish for even bringing the topic of the games up. "What books do you need?" He asks, hoping to get you in better spirits. "Anything that looks good? You said you were excited for the readings."

Your lunch doesn't feel like it lasts long enough, even though you had an hour and a half between your classes. Once you got to talking about your books, the time seemed to fly by and Coryo agreed to take you to the bookstore on campus the following afternoon so you could get all your books at once. He had a few to get as well.

He walked you to your next class, a few floors up in the same building and this time you were mindful to not hug him goodbye. He told you he loved you, very quietly, and you said you loved him too before entering the room. Another lecture hall, slightly smaller than the last one.

You mentally prepare yourself to play this game again. Where to sit, and preferably, finding someone willing to sit next to you. Looking around, you see a couple of girls in the middle of the room chatting away. They looked nice enough.

Preparing your smile as you walk up, you slide into the seat next to them. "Hi there, my name is Y/N." You grin, keeping your voice low. You really didn't want to scare them off. "Can I sit here?"

They look at each other with an expression unreadable to you, before one of them nods. "Yeah, we can't see why not."

"Oh, thank you!" You say excitedly, pulling your bag up onto the desk to grab your other notebook out of it.

"You're the Victor." The other girl comments, and you realize they're both staring at you still.

You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, nodding. "Mhm."

"So... why are you here?" The girl closest to you with a brunette ponytail asks.

"Oh, well, Coriolanus, he was my mentor, he came to visit me back home and convinced me to come study here." You explain. "I want to have a career. Help my family."

"Oh, we know him." She says, and they look at each other again, chests shaking with laughter they're attempting to conceal.

"You do?" You smile. You knew starting with his friends was a good idea, this is just a happy coincidence that you had decided to sit next to two of them already.

"Yeah, we went to the academy with him." The girl's friend explains. You notice then that they have a very similar hair colour, but hers is cut short and curled just above her shoulders. "He always had such a stick up his ass. Took everything way too seriously."

"That's what my brother said, too." You giggle. You weren't sure if they were being genuinely mean or not, but you decided to air on the side of caution. You wanted friends. "But he is truly lovely. Do you know him well?"

"You could say that." One of them answers vaguely and you just smile, tucking your bag back under the table. "Your bag is... interesting. Where did you get it?"

"Oh!" You say excitedly, lifting it back onto the table. "My Ma made it for me. Isn't it pretty?"

They laugh, and your smile fades. You thought it was very nice, made from pieces of scrapped linens that she had used in other projects, stitched together into a pattern that made up your shoulder bag. It was perfect for carrying your notebooks and pencils, you had brought it to school back home all your life.

"It's... something else." The girl with the short hair nods.

"Does your Ma hate you? That's so sad." The other girl pouts, resting her chin on her hand.

You quickly hide the bag away again at your feet. "No, of course she doesn't." You weren't sure what to say. Why were they being mean? They had been nice to you a moment ago.

"Did she make your dress, too?"

You just nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Wow, yeah, I could tell." You look down at the words, unsure as to what she could see that could be wrong with it. This was one of your favourites.

Admittedly, it was a little short on you, similar in style and colour to the one you had worn to the Capitol the first time you came. But now, looking at what she was wearing and her friend, both with button-up shirts similar to Coryo's and different coloured blazers with a matching skirt, you realize that your attire is very different. Different vastly from everyone in the room as well, as more students are trickling in.

You didn't think it mattered until now.

You don't get the chance to come up with anything in defense of your dress before she reaches out and grabs at the material of your scarf, rubbing it between her fingers. "This is the scarf you had with you in the games. It doesn't look like your mother made it, though. This is mulberry silk."

You jump a little at the unexpected contact, and they laugh. "Uhm, no, she didn't." You clear your throat. "It's a family heirloom. I'm not sure where it came from." Not entirely a lie, it just wasn't your family heirloom.

"Neat. So, where are you staying?" She asks after a moment.

"With Coriolanus and his family. They've been very kind to me." You smile. Their eyes go wide and they look at each other again.

"You mean, on the Corso?"

"Yes, that's what he told me it's called."

"Wow, you really made yourself comfortable here, huh?"

"Well," You laugh slightly. "It's been an interesting transition, but he's made it much easier. He helps as much as he can."

Simultaneously they pick up on the pink flush of your cheeks as you remember the amount of times he's come running when you had a nightmare, only to bring you water and back to his bed to sleep after. Weirdly enough, he made you feel safer now.

"Oh my god." The girl with the bob laughs. "You like him, don't you?"

"Of course I do. He's my friend." You smile, a little confused. That only makes them laugh more, and you pick up on what they were implying. Quickly, you turn even more pink in the face. "Well, I mean, um..."

"Y/N." You turn your head at the mention of your name, looking up at the girl now standing in front of you. She was smiling, and immediately seemed to have a kinder spirit than the girls you were already sitting with. "Come sit with me, Coryo asked me to save you a seat."

"Oh, okay." You nod, grabbing your things again and standing. You were eager now to get away from those other girls.

"Lysistrata, come on. We were just talking to our new friend." The girl with the ponytail pouts, and you look back at Coryo's friend. She just stares at them, something akin to a warning in her expression.

"Where do you want to sit?" You ask her, still recovering from their mildly embarrassing comment as you stand up.

She just nods toward one of the upper rows and starts walking. "It was nice to meet you." You smile at the girls nervously before following behind her.

"Oh, and Twelve?" You stop and turn when the girl with the ponytail speaks up again. "Good luck with Coriolanus, though I hate to tell you I have a head start. We're actually engaged. But like I said, good luck!"

You feel your face pale and you just nod, quickly turning away and focusing your gaze on the long dark braids belonging to the girl leading you up the stairs.

Your mind is absolutely reeling as you follow her to some seats near the back. You didn't know he was engaged. Honestly, you thought you were kind of his girlfriend. He told you he loved you not ten minutes ago, for god's sake! But maybe it had meant something different to him all along. Was this something they did in the Capitol? Because back home if you kissed someone that meant they were your one and only, but maybe that was very different here. So many things are very different here.

"They aren't engaged. Don't listen to her." Coryo's friend, Lysistrata you think her name was, says as you sit down.

You look over at her. "They aren't?"

"No." She scoffs. "Livia just thinks they're getting married because her daddy wants them to. They hardly ever even talk."

"Oh." You reply quietly, looking down the rows at the girls you were just with. That does ease your panic. "Not... not that it matters to me."

"It's okay." She smiles kindly at you. "To be honest, he hates her." She whispers. "I think you've got a much better chance. He speaks very highly of you."

You blush, smiling back at her. "I don't believe we've met properly. My name is Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." She smiles, and for the first time today, it feels genuine. "I'm Lyssie."

"Did you go to the academy too?" You ask for the sake of making conversation. She seems lovely, and you're excited at the idea of actually having a friend in one of your classes.

"I did." She smiles. "I was Jessup's mentor. Coryo and I worked a lot together during the games."

You chew on your lip, nodding slightly.

Today was just full of draining conversations.

"I'm sorry." She adds quietly. "You all deserved better."

"I'm sorry I didn't stay with him." You whisper. "I regret it every day."

"Don't. You did what you had to do, no one holds anything against you. I think you did the right thing."

You just nod, opening your notebook. You have to hope that once you get all these impossible conversations out of the way and people know you better, you'll have other things to talk about. And maybe one day, the topic won't make you want to cry, throw up, and jump off the nearest building all at once.

"He was one of the best of us. He should have won." You say quietly.

"Don't say that." She smiles sadly at you. "I'm glad it was you if it couldn't be him, and he was very sick. He wouldn't have made it much longer anyway."

"I had to go home and see his family." You felt comfortable talking to her, like she wouldn't judge you. It was a relaxing feeling. "My heart breaks for them, they're good people. And they needed him."

"You know his family?" She asks.

"Not really. We've crossed paths here and there, my Ma helps them on occasion with fixing their clothes." You shrug. "Still, though. From what I know, they try to stay in life. Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends."

"Would you happen to know their address? I would love to write to them. To apologize, that is." She explains and you smile, nodding before scribbling it down in your notebook and ripping out the page to hand to her.

"Thank you."

Another two hours, another "icebreaker", and more stares. You hoped that your classmates would eventually get tired of staring at you, you imagined it would make it quite difficult to take notes or pay attention to the lecture.

You felt almost guilty about it. Coryo didn't tell you that everyone would be so shocked but you shouldn't be surprised. Looking down at your clothes and the scarf that had almost entirely been cleaned of the blood stains it carried back to Twelve, you thought maybe it could have something to do with how you dress. Obviously, it would be distracting if you stood out so much, so maybe fitting in would be better. As much as you love your handmade clothes, maybe they would have to be reserved for time spent at the apartment or on rare days out.

Coryo is waiting outside since he got let out a few minutes early. There was no use in starting a lecture when going over the syllabus took a full hour and a half. When students start pouring out of your room, he looks at everyone waiting to see your smiling face. Well, hoping to see you smiling.

Lysistrata walks out first, and with no sign of you with her he grabs her arm to catch her before she turns the other way.

"Thank you for doing that." He says, smiling sympathetically at her.

"Of course." She grins. "She's lovely, we talked for a bit before class."

"Yeah, she is. Anyway, thanks." He nods at her, dropping her arm and with a kind nod, she's back on her way.

He counts his blessings that he had run into her after leaving you for that class a few hours earlier.

"Hey, Lyssie." He grins, stopping her in the hall as she was on the way to class.

"Coryo. How are you?" She smiles and he shrugs.

"I'm alright." He replies quickly. "What class are you going to?"

"Uh..." She looks briefly at her notes. "Geography. B217."

He sighs in relief, and she looks at him confused and lets him pull her to the side of the hall. "That's Y/N's class, would you mind sitting with her? She told me that this morning that no one would and I know she just really wants to make some friends... Could you do that for me?"

"Y/N? As in Y/N Y/L/N, your tribute?" Her eyes go wide and he nods. She didn't pay any attention to gossip and focussed more on getting from one class to another. She didn't even know that you were here.

He chews on his cheek while he waits for her to respond. If anyone was willing to make that social sacrifice, it would be Lyssie. School was never a popularity contest to her.

"Of course I can. Yeah."

When you walk out not long after her, he's quickly joining your side. Earlier, he felt so uneasy having you all over him with people watching and by now he just missed you. If he didn't know better, he would have decided he didn't care- but he has to.

"How was it?" He asks and you smile, as per usual, but he notes that now you have untucked your scarf and are instead using it to drape back over your shoulders and around your arms and back.

"It was delightful." You say happily, following his steps along the hall. "And yours?"

"Delightful?" He asks, smile tugging at his lips. He can't help it. "That wouldn't be a word I would use, but I would say it was okay."

"Okay is better than awful." You shrug.

"Certainly is." He agrees, leaning down to speak quietly into your ear in the loud hallway. "Missed my girl, though."

"Is that me?" You ask, allowing him to open the door to the building for you.

"Of course it's you." He chuckles as you pass him. "What do you mean?"

You laugh. "Well, I met a girl named Livia in my class and she told me that the two of you were engaged."

Coryo groans, letting the door fall shut as he follows behind you. "No, ew. She's... no. Absolutely not. Maybe if I planned on marrying someone I absolutely despise, then she would be the perfect candidate."

"But that's not what you look for in a woman?" You ask, turning to walk backward in front of him.

"Nope."

"I'll take your word for it." You giggle, seemingly nonchalant about Livia's apparently blatant attempts to scare you away. Coryo wouldn't let that happen, and he's glad you didn't see it that way.

He smiles at you as he rejoins your side.

"Coryo." You say, breaking up the peaceful quiet of your walk home. He looks at you. "I think I shall look for a job."

"A job?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "You don't need a job, we talked about this. Just focus on school."

"No, I know." You say quietly. "But I think I would just like some spending money, perhaps get some new clothes. Wouldn't that be nice?"

His heart sinks unexpectedly. As much as he would love to see you blending in more and embracing the culture that came with living in the Capitol, it didn't feel like that would really suit you. If he wanted a Capitol girl, he could have had one. Apparently, that's not what he wanted anymore, but the more you blended in and became "one of them" like he promised Dr. Gaul you would, the more likely people would be to accept the extent of your relationship. However undefined it may still be.

"If that's what you would like, but you don't have to work for that." He shakes his head. "I told you I would take you to the mall, the one with the ice cream shop. Maybe we can go on Friday." Friday was the first day of your weekend- the one day during the week that neither of you had any classes.

"That would be fun." You smile up at him. "I'll just have a look around, see what people are wearing. Get a better idea of what to save for."

"If that's what you want, love."

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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To Be Loved

Summary; Steve loves Nancy, yn loves Steve. Then Billy comes along and feelings are shaken up.

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, unrequited feelings or are they? Swearing. Fluff. Buckle up, this is a long fic.

This is my first story after my break, please be patient with me while I begin my writing journey once more 💕

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Billy is alive so not s4 compliant.

When she was very young yn dreamed of a Prince Charming to whisk her away from Hawkins and to live a happy ever after.

Of course, as the years passed she grew disillusioned with the idea and thought them to be childish hopes, even if somewhere deep down she was still waiting for her charming man- she would never admit to it.

Then over a year ago, Steve Harrington came into her life unexpectedly, he was no longer King Steve, he was kinder and sweeter and he became her friend.

They met through Dustin Henderson, she was his babysitter even though he grumbled about being too old to need a babysitter he was a great kid.

The fact that Dustin and Steve became friends and had a brotherly bond warmed her heart.

Seeing him be so sweet with Dustin was one of the reasons she began to fall for Steve.

Not that it mattered because he was head over heels in love with Nancy Wheeler, Nancy who was perfect and could do no wrong, was badass and smart as a whip.

Then came his crush on Robin and then hookups with different girls than his feelings for Nancy came roaring back to the surface and they had started dating again.

That's when she realised that Steve would never notice her the way she wanted him to.

Over the last month, she had begun dating Billy Hargrove. The events over the summer had shown him in a different light, he was still arrogant at times, but he had finally started acting like a decent big brother to Max and apologised for his previous behaviour.

She believed in second chances and decided to give Billy one. If he ruined that chance then there wouldn't be another.

Max knew and she wasn't thrilled about it.

"Billy will break your heart, you know that right? Just because he's stopped being a shithead, for now, doesn't mean it will last forever"

"I know that Max. I'll be careful okay?" this appeased the redhead only slightly.

"Have you told Steve and Robin about Billy? can't wait to be there for that conversation"

Max had her there because no she hadn't told Robin or Steve, especially not Steve. After all, he hated Billy (with very good reason) and vice versa.

"No but I will alright?" Max huffs then eyes her scrutinizingly.

"This has nothing to do with Steve and Nancy, right? The fact that you spent a whole weekend crying in your room when you found out they got back together?"

How did she know... Dustin told her! That little shit!

"It's nothing to do with Steve" she murmurs and looks away from Max. Was her crush that obvious that everyone knew of it?

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Her shift with Robin was peaceful that night but guilt weighed on her that she hadn't told Robin about Billy.

It turns out that the decision was taken out of her hands that night when Billy picked her up after work for their date.

Robin gaped between the two of them as Billy's arm slipped around her waist.

"Omg Billy is your new boyfriend. I was so sure it was Eddie Munson or someone like that...

"Steve is gonna freak when he finds out, I'm kinda hurt you never told me but woah! Steve is gonna be mad" she said in such a rush that yn told her to take a breath.

Billy rolls his eyes and stamps out a cigarette he was smoking.

"Steve her keeper or something? She doesn't need permission on who to date. Like Steve can talk when he's dating Little Miss priss, Nancy Wheeler" she frowns at Billy who shrugs.

"You coming or not babe?" she nods quickly talking to Robin.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay? I was nervous about how you would react. I promise I'll tell Steve" Robin nods but still looks anxious.

"I have a bad feeling about this" Robin grimaces and that warning hangs in the air as she gets in the car with Billy.

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Back to the future was playing at the local cinema but Billy was persuading her to see a Evil Dead.

"Come on babe. I've not seen it yet, kinda had more shit to deal with in the summer" she softens a bit, wishing he would open up about what he went through due to the Mindflayer, was he still having nightmares?

She touches his shoulder and doesn't see Nancy behind them. Nancy's eyes widen and she tries to school her features into a blank expression as Steve joins her with their tickets.

"You okay?" Nancy nods but can't help but sneak another glance at Billy with yn. When did that happen? Steve never mentioned it and she is sure he would considering the fact he hated Billy.

Now one of his best friends was dating the guy... awkward.

It turns out that Steve doesn't know about them dating because the minute he sees Billy and yn together, Billy with his arms around the girl's waist, Steve marches over to them both.

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"What the fuck? You're dating him" as soon as she hears Steves's enraged voice she feels her stomach drop. Shit!

Billy doesn't look fussed one bit.

"Nice to see you too Steve" Steve glares at Billy and looks at her wounded.

"Out of all the guys you could date. You choose him!" Steve's eyes flash at Billy, she is concentrated on Steve and doesn't see the smirk on Billy's face.

"I resent that Harrington. I have plenty to offer a woman, plenty to keep her pleased" she doesn't miss the innuendo in his tone.

"Not helping Billy" she snaps and Nancy tugs Steve's shoulder.

"Let's go, Steve" Steve swallows and looks to her sadly.

"Why didn't you tell me" Billy snorts at this and shrugs.

"Gee man maybe because you act like this?" he motions sarcastically to Steve glaring at him.

"Would you shut the fuck up, Hargrove? I bet you're loving this huh?" Billy smirks.

"She's not yours Steve. She can do what she pleases" The tension grows thicker and she steps in.

"Enough okay. Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay? I know you hate Billy, and I know he's been an asshole but he's been through shit we can't even imagine" she pauses.

"He needs someone to listen and be there for him". Steve grits his teeth and takes her arm guiding her away from Billy and Nancy.

"He wants to get you into bed yn" she sighs.

"Why can't you trust me, Steve? I know what I'm doing" Steve scowls.

"He's going to hurt you. You don't even see it. You're so naive" she takes a step back and Steve runs his hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that but..." she cuts him off.

"I'm naive. What about you Steve?" he looks confused and she shakes her head.

"You get back with Nancy again! She will hurt you again because she can never decide between you and Jonathan and she will break your heart" his eyes flash annoyed.

"Don't put this on me or bring Nancy into this! We're fine. Nance and I are fine, this is about you and him" he jerks a thumb at Billy, you're blind to his faults"

"Like you aren't with Nancy! She's so perfect to you and the ideal that you never gave anyone else a chance" she blurts out and he scowls.

"I gave other girls a chance but it's Nancy who I belong with".

"Because no one else could compare right?" tears blur her vision and she wipes them away hastily. It's always been the truth but it still makes her heart hurt.

"What's this all about? I'm happy with Nancy so what's the problem?" she stays quiet and buries her feelings away. Like always.

Steve turns the conversation back to Billy.

"You're making a mistake with him yn and you're too stubborn to admit it! Don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart alright!" she glares at him.

"Ditto" she huffs and storms away, Billy chuckles.

"King Steve, you really have a way with women huh?" she tugs on Billy's shirt just wanting to go.

Steve flips him off and goes with Nancy in the opposite direction.

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It had been over a week since her blowout argument with Steve and the silence between the two of them hurt her heart.

She wants to apologise but doesn't know how.

Because it turns out Steve was right, she was naive and she did get hurt by Billy.

Billy who assumed their relationship was casual and they could date other people but not before he spent the days before that rubbing their relationship in Steve's face.

Kissing her whenever Steve was looking, showing up to pick her up from school when Steve was picking up Nancy and Robin.

Flirting with the other senior girls in her class when she wasn't looking...

Shit, she was such a fool.

Steve was on shift with her at Family Video and she tried not to notice the shouting before he came in, the fact him and Nancy were fighting.

Something that was hard to ignore when she saw the devastated look on his face. All she wanted to do was give him a big hug and tell him everything would be okay.

He catches her looking over and slams the VHS tapes into the shelves.

"You can say I told you so" he grumbles and she bites her lip, she doesn't want to fight again.

"I'm not going to say that, you would have to say the same to me anyway," she tells him and shrugs weakly.

Steves eyes flash.

"Did that asshole hurt you?" she shakes her head.

"No, I was stupid to trust him. You were right about that" he moves closer to her and pulls her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I was a jerk" she relaxes, feeling better than she had been in days.

"I'm sorry too" he rests his head on top of hers.

"God, am I a loser in love or what?" he jokes and she kisses his cheek.

"You and Nancy will work it out" she assures him and he looks unsure.

"You were right. About her and Jonathan. There's always going to be feelings there and I just... It's frustrating you know?" she feels her heart ache for him.

"Steve, you deserve better than constantly feeling like you're not good enough"

"It gets to me. Why am I not enough, it fucking sucks" he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Steve" she takes his hand and he squeezes it. "You're such a good guy, you're sweet and caring and handsome. You deserve to be loved fully, not by half"

He smiles.

"Yeah, know someone who loves me that much?" he teases and she feels flustered and looks away from him.

The truth is threatening to burst out. Steve softens seeing her agonized face.

"Hey. You okay?" she nods and he keeps looking at her with a concerned expression.

"You can tell me" he murmurs and she feels tears spill down her cheek, he wipes the tears away.

"Woah, hey, hey it's okay. Don't cry. What's wrong?" she wipes her eyes hastily.

"I can't... Please drop it, Steve" he keeps staring at her with that sweet expression and it makes her want to spill how she feels so badly but she can't.

"Is this about what I said? About you knowing someone who is in love with me? It's just a silly joke, I know there is no one" he asks confused.

"Yes there is" she whispers and his eyes widen.

"Wait who?" she cringes and wishes a customer, Robin, anyone would come in right now.

"Yn?" he inquires curiously.

"I do" she admits and he stills. Robin does come in at that point and looks between the two of them.

"Oh shit, did you make her upset you dingus" Steve looks to Robin and back at her still stunned.

"You love me?" he whispers and Robin's eyes widen. Embarrassed she rushes out of the store and into her car.

Why the hell did she tell him? What an idiot!

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She didn't know what to say to Steve. How could she take back what she said? It was out in the open now and she was cursing herself for saying anything.

He loved Nancy, not her. This would lead to nothing but a broken heart for her.

When she heads into Family Video she notices Nancy is there with Steve, she's trying to talk to him but he refuses to speak to her.

"We broke up for a reason Nance. Just leave me alone alright?"

They broke up? Guilt churns in her stomach that she admitted she loved him. Was that part of the reason?

Not wanting to disturb them she heads into the back and is stunned to see the back door open and Billy sprawled on the floor nursing a beer.

"Uh, does Steve know your here?" Billy snorts.

"When would he notice? he's spent half an hour arguing with Wheeler." she eyes the beer and his tired eyes and feels a tug on her heart.

"I can drive you home if you like?" he swallows and nods.

"Thanks, don't know why I ended up here. Just kinda stumbled in a daze. Woke up from a nap that was full of fucking nightmares and just wanted to forget shit" she rubs his arm soothingly.

"You need a friend, someone to speak to about this who will help you, a therapist" he glares at her then loses the harsh look.

"Would you go with me?" he asks quietly and she nods squeezing his hand.

He gets up and is unsteady on his feet. His eyes are wet and she hugs him.

"What the hell is he doing here?" she hears Steve's voice call out and turns to find him staring at her and Billy.

"He's drunk Steve, I'm going to take him home".

"You lay a finger on her" Steve warns Billy who flips him off.

"Fuck off" she steps between the two of them sensing danger.

"Steve, I'll be fine. Billy, come on" she takes his hand and Steve's eyes darken a little or maybe she was imagining that?

Billy follows her out and sprawls in the backseat.

"Thank you for doing this," he says after a moment and she nods. She couldn't leave him like that.

"It's okay" he groans as he sits up and rubs his head.

"Steve wasn't happy" he comments and she nods, yup. She knows that.

"I couldn't leave you like that, Steve will understand. He's just protective" Billy grins and his blue eye shine mischievously.

"Aw honey. He's out of his mind with jealousy" she gapes then laughs.

"He is not jealous, he'll be back with Nancy sooner or later no doubt" Billy rolls his eyes.

"Like that will last. They aren't meant to be together babe. Anyone can see that"

There's no way she was entertaining that idea. Steve wasn't jealous, there was no way.

"You didn't see his face when we were together babe. Granted he hates me as much as I hate him but this was different. He loves you, even if he doesn't realise it yet"

Her heart is racing but she refuses to let herself hope and concentrates on getting Billy home and in bed which takes a lot longer than planned as Max gives him an earful when they head in.

After calling Robin to explain on the landline, and Robin offering to cover her shift (which she's very grateful for) she helps Billy get into bed where he falls into a deep sleep.

By the end of it, she's exhausted but makes sure Max is okay.

When that is finally done it's past eleven and she heads home.

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There's a light tapping at her window and she wakes in a daze. Someone is outside and she nearly screams out loud until she realises that its Steve.

Sleepily she gets up and opens the window bracing against the chilly air.

"Steve. What are you doing here?" he sits on her bed.

"I got worried when you didn't show up for your shift and wanted to check on you"

"That's sweet. It could have waited until morning though. You could have frozen out there. How did you even get on my roof?"

"Stealthy like a ninja" he teases and it makes her giggle. He bites his lip.

"I wanted to talk about what you said. You told me you loved me" shit. This was the crux of the situation.

Tonight she would be brave and tell him what he wanted to know. Brace for his inevitable rejection.

"I meant it. I know you don't feel the same though, I'm not Nancy" he stands up and reaches out to stroke her cheek.

"We broke up, she still loves Jonathan. I was tired of feeling second best. We are over for good" she gently strokes his hand with her fingers.

"I'm sorry about you and Nancy" he nods.

"About what you said"... oh boy, she was dreading this.

''Look, Steve even if you did feel the same I would just worry I was some sort of second choice or a rebound" he softens.

"You could never ever be a second choice or a rebound sweetheart" she peers up at him.

"You know Billy had some silly idea last night that you were out of your mind with jealousy about me and him"

He moves closer to her and it makes her heart race.

"Doesn't sound silly to me" Wait... what? Steve gazes at her, expression full of tenderness.

"God, you're beautiful and I am an idiot who should have noticed what has been in front of him this whole time" okay she was dreaming right now wasn't she? She pinches herself lightly to be sure.

Okay, not dreaming. Fuck. This was really happening.

"Tell me," he asks her softly and she feels tingles run up and down her body as he takes her hand and presses a delicate kiss on her palm.

"Steve" she can barely breathe as he presses another kiss there.

Their eyes lock and she grins.

"I love you" his lips meet hers and it feels incredible, everything she has ever dreamed about. He presses feather light kisses t her hair.

"I love you, sweetheart. Im sorry I took so long to realise but I plan to make it up to you, show you how much I love you every single day" she beams.

"Every day huh?" he nods and pulls her closer to him, so her body is flush against his.

"Starting right now"

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spadecentral · 2 years

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👁 Everyone is Staring at Yuu | First Years

>> requested: yes, an anon >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: ramshackle (misc.) >> summary: on an outing with the first years, you notice more than a few eyes watching you >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

"Dude..." Ace whispered to Deuce. "Everyone's looking at us really weirdly."

"Watcha lookin' at, huh?!" Epel sneered, sizing up a Octavinelle student.

"U-uh, nothing! Not you, of course!" They said in a rush. "Not that you're not worth looking at just uh-"

"Really now?" Epel seethed.

"Epel, let it go," Jack said, sighing. "C'mon."

"It is highly unprofessional of you to start a fight with another student!" Sebek yelled over at Epel.

"I'll show you professional when I shove my foot up your as-"

"Epel!" Jack pulled back the boy by his collar. "Sebek, disregard him."

The Diasomnia student scoffed. "Such a small threat wouldn't phase me. I am Waka-sama's personal guard, after all."

"I don't think they're looking at us..." Deuce whispered back, looking at the students staring.

In the middle of the group was Yuu, with Grim perched on their shoulder. The prefect was chewing on some jerky that they had on them, occasionally giving a piece to Grim.

"...I think they're looking at Yuu." Deuce completed his sentence.

"Woah, you're actually being smart for once?!" Ace exclaimed on an intentionally loud volume.

"It's not like you're much better, Ace." Yuu smirked, handing Grim a piece of jerky. "You're an idiot. But you're one of my idiots, so don't worry, heh."

Ace blushed a little before turning around and huffing. "Where are we going anyway?"

"I would like to know that as well! I can not slack off on my duty to protect Waka-sama! I should be back soon!" Sebek agreed.

"Oh just down to Sam's! I need some stuff and I've been saving tokens for weeks." Yuu replied. "And why do I feel so many eyes on me? Like this is creepy."

Grim looked up from his piece of jerky around at the people Yuu seemed to be talking about. "I dunno... Hey! Why are you starin' at us?!"

"U-uh... Nothing, nevermind." The called-out student stammered.

"It's alright, don't mind Grim." Yuu motioned for the student to come over with their hands. "C'mon."

Nervously, the student shuffled their way over to Yuu and the other first-years.

"Well?"

"Uhm... see... you're ...aquaintances? I don't know if that's the right word... but you seem to be familiar with the dorm head of both Savanahclaw and Diasomnia," They said, staring at the floor. "And no one's really ever talked with either so much as once, so you're kind of a... celebrity, I suppose."

"Me, a celebrity? Hah!" Yuu laughed. "I mean it is true that I'm friends with Leona and Tsunotarou, but surely more than I have talked to them."

"I wouldn't be too sure, Yuu." Jack nudged them.

"Yeah... the Diasomnia dormleader is kind of... scary."

"How dare you call Waka-sama scary!" Sebek yelled.

"Sebek, calm down. I don't think Tsunotarou minds." Yuu sighs. "You can go now."

"A-ah, alright!" The student scrurried off.

"So... you're a celebrity now, huh?" Ace teased, rubbing Yuu's with his fist.

"Don't forget about me, the Great Grim! That's my henchman!" Grim puffed his chest. "So if they're a celebrity, I am too!"

"Ace... I don't think I'm a celebrity," Yuu sighed. "Although I suppose it would be nice..."

#twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #yuu twisted wonderland #jack twisted wonderland #epel twisted wonderland #deuce twisted wonderland #ace twisted wonderland #sebek twisted wonderland #@.twst.works

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onepiecegirlypop · 7 months

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LESSON: LUFFY IS EXTREMLY JEALOUS

" Luffy you can come out of time out now" I say stretching back. He pouts but walks towards me. "How come I had to stay in timeout longer!" He stomps his feet. "Because you tried to kill Zoro" I roll my eyes. "But he was flirting-" "HES MY BROTHER!" I scream. thats messed up. "Oh.'' I laugh a little bit. "You are chaotic" He lays down on top of me. I run my fingers through his hair. He smiles up at me, "You look like Zoro" He says, hugging me closer. I smile. "Actually, he looks like me, I'm his older sister" ` "Woah. Are you stronger?" He says, sitting up. "Duh." I laugh a little. sure my brother was strong but I'm way stronger. Luffy stares at me blanky. "I want meat" I sigh and take some beef jerky out of my pocket. Sanji walks past us. "Hello fine lady!" He says, bowing. I roll my eyes and mouth the words DON'T GET LUFFY STARTED. I JUST CALMED HIM DOWN Sanji ignores me and continues to be a "gentleman" I roll my eyes. Knock it off please! UGH Luffy doesn't notice, still chewing on meat. I have at least a few seconds before Luffy noticed. Sanji keeps flirting like a idiot. "Sanji stop!" I whisper. "Well I'm very sorry ma'am! I was just trying to be a gentleman!" He says, turning around like I was being rude! I wipe the sweat from my forehead. That was a close call- "Hey Y/N!" Zoro comes out from the shower room. My life sucks. I shake my head at Zoro slowly. Luffy finishes his meat and slowly realizes who is standing there. "Luffy. He is my brother." I whisper. Luffy slowly turns his head towards Zoro. "GOMU GOMU" I jump up and grab Luffy. "Luffy! knock it off!" I try to hold him down, but he struggles. "Knock it off!" I take out both of my knifes. "Listen. Stop fighting my brother!" I just need to disable him i just need to disable him don't hurt him don't hurt him! Luffy just keeps stretching his hand back. There is no way Zoro can take that big of a punch! Luffy must be brain dead! he is my brother! "NO PISTOL!" the world went into slow motion. I don't know why I didn't just pull Zoro away but I was stupid instead. I made a last minute choice and jumped in front of Zoro. It would have gone three ways if i didn't have. Zoro would have gotten punched and killed, or Zoro would use his swords and kill Luffy. Or I could have just pulled Zoro out of the way, and everything would be fine. So much for me being smart, cause I took option 4 instead of 3. I jumped in front of Zoro, which made both of them feel bad and guilty. I get a very VERY strong punch in the head. I saw a look of shock on both of their faces when I go flying. I go flying through the wall. Two walls exactly, then break through the rail, and fly off the ship. SPLASH I land in the water. I was droning. nice. I sink to the bottom faster and faster. Or at least it felt like it. I didn't even get the chance to take a deep breath before splashing into the ocean, that hit had so much blunt force I couldn't breath in the first place. I don't know how much longer I can go without breathing. The only thing I can think of is how down right angry Chopper will be :( and if Zoro and Luffy won't be friends anymore. I won't let that happen. Its my fault! I ruined there friendship and Its my fault. I need to think happy thoughts if I don't want to die. I think of Luffy and Zoro when he was a kid. I think of all the funny things me and Nami have talked about, I thought of mom and dad before they died. But none of that mattered. Because I was already dead. no stop thinking about death! I'm not afraid of death. I'M NOT AFRAID! But I can't hold my breath anymore. The last thing I see before I die, is Zoro diving into the water after me.

#one piece #luffy x reader #luffy

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little-ars0n · 3 months

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I think your dad should date my dad!

A Kaine x Miguel fic

(sfw)

Somewhere in the spiderverse...

"ARACELY, HURRY UP!!" Kaine was upside down on the ceiling, let's not ask how he got there, stuffing notebooks into a backpack. "In a minute!!" Meanwhile, Aracely was hurriedly looking for her laptop, under the bed, on her desk, under the pillow, it wasn't there! She left her room in a hurry, it was getting late for school. "I CAN'T FIND MY-" Aracely met Kaine, holding the laptop and handing it to her along with the backpack. "Oh!, thanks." "Now, let's go. It's getting late." They both left the house and got into the car. While Kaine drove, Aracely put the laptop in her backpack and looked out the window. She was excited, she had changed schools and this was her first day, so she had high expectations. "Now, remember. No weird comments, no spreading hero information, and-" "And no superpowers, got it." "Good."

Meanwhile, Miguel is driving to school with Gabriella in the back seat. She had already been going to school a few years ago, but she was still excited to go back to classes. "Are you excited?" Miguel asked as he drove and smiled at her from the rearview mirror. Gabriella nodded as she looked out the window. "Yeah... but i'm kinda nervous. I heard this year is harder..." Miguel chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be good. I know you're a smart girl." Upon arriving at school, Miguel parked in front of the building and got out of the car next to Gabriella. She put on her backpack and turned to give her father a big hug. "Good luck mija. Pay attention to the teacher, alright?" "Sí papá!"

Kaine parked the car in front of the school, and Aracely hurried to get out. "Hey, forgot somethin." Aracely turned to look at him and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek while smiling. "Take care, alright?" "Uhum! bye dad!" And finally she entered the school with the rest of the students. At first she was a bit lost, she didn't know anyone, but she managed to find her way to her class. There the desks were in pairs, and it seemed that everyone already had someone to sit with. Aracely walked between the tables, looking for a free spot, until... "You can sit here if you want!" When she turned around, Aracely found a brunette girl, with somewhat dark skin, smiling kindly at her. She sat down next to her and smiled back. "Thanks!, i'm Aracely, Aracely Parker." "Gabriella O'Hara." They both shook hands. Unfortunately they couldn't continue the conversation as the teacher entered the room and started the class, but after a while the recess bell rang. Aracely and Gabriella went to the cafeteria and sat together to chat. They both brought their lunch boxes with them. Gabriella opened hers, in which she had small sandwiches, corn cut into kernels, and she even had sausages with little shapes. Aracely watched Gabriella's lunch with wide eyes. "Woah!, so cool!" Then she saw her own lunch, which was simpler. It consisted of two sandwiches, an apple cut into pieces and... yesterday's fries. "Ow... my lunch is not as cute as yours. My dad is still learning to cook." "Oh, my dad loves to cook!, he's really good at it. I can invite you to my house someday so you try his food!" Yeah, kids make friends that easy. "I would like that, yeah!, do you think your dad could teach mine to cook?" "I think so. He's a good teacher, but he's not good at making friends-" "Yeah... mine neither. Oh- can i try some of yours?" "Sure!" And they stayed like that all afternoon, talking to each other and becoming good friends when they realized how much they had in common. When it was time to go home, they both left the building talking, while their parents waited for them outside. When both Miguel and Kaine approached to receive their daughters, they noticed each other's presence, and they stared, surprised to find themselves there. "Miguel?" "Kaine?" Gabriella and Aracely looked at each other confused. "What are you doing here?" "Uh... picking up my daughter from school." "Right- i... didn't knew you were in town." "I came here recently." "Oh, that's good." "Yeah." "Yeah..." "I didn't knew you lived here." "Yeah i live here since quite some years with Gaby." "Oh, i see." "And... your daughter?" "Oh, Aracely." "Aracely... pretty name." "Yeah." "Yeah..." What the fuck is going on? There was an awkward silence, Gaby and Aracely were slowly putting together the pieces of the puzzle. It was as if they wanted to say more things to each other, but didn't have the guts. "So... see ya." "Yeah- see ya-..." They both took their daughters with them, and the girls waved at each other before getting into the car.

"What was that?" "What was what?" "Aracely's dad, Kaine. Do you know him?" "Well... yeah." "From where?" "Work." "He's your friend?" "Let's talk about it later, okay Gaby?" "Okay..."

"What was that?" "What?" "You have something going on with Gabriella's dad, Miguel." "That's not true." "You're lying." "I'm not." "You feel something for him." "What did i tell you about reading my mind specifically?" Aracely sighed heavily. "That it's none of my business..." "Exactly."

Both parents drove back to their homes, unable to forget what happened between them thanks to that meeting. Both Aracely and Gabriella were very curious to know why their dads acted so strange.

The next day...

"What?!, no way!" "I'm telling you, they had something between them!, they were a couple but then something happened." "Something like what?" "I'm not sure..." "We should make them reunite." "That's a good idea, but how?, it's obvious they don't want to be near eachother." "I think i have an idea..."

That same day, midnight

"I'm only doing this because you bothered me so much for it." "I promise you'll have fun!" Kaine was driving to those private karaoke places. Aracely had insisted all day that she wanted to go, and Kaine had to accept out of obligation. He parked the car in front of the place and Aracely ran to get the card to their room, then took Kaine's hand and hurried him inside. "Ugh i still don't understand why you want me so much to come he-" Opening the door, Kaine found Miguel and Gabriella sitting on the couches. Miguel seemed to be just as surprised... the clever girls had taken them on a surprise date. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" Gaby and Aracely stood in front of them and smiled innocently at them. "Please don't be mad at us!" "We wanted you to reunite, so that's why we brought you here." "So, while Aracely and i book another room for both of us..." "You'll have to get along." "WHAT?!" Before the men could complain, the girls left the room and locked it, leaving them both alone. Kaine sat on the couch in annoyance. There was a long awkward silence, until the first to speak was Miguel. "I'm sorry... for-.. what my daughter did." "My daughter is the culprit too." "..." "And i'm sorry... for what happened." "... What?" "I'm sorry, i was-" "No." "Uh?" "It wasn't your fault. It was mine." "..." "I got scared for us to become oficial... and i ran away." "Scared?... of what?" "Of me." "... Kaine..." "I don't want to scare you, i don't want you to... be scared of me. And i don't want to hurt you either, but that always happens..." "But it's not your fault. I'm not afraid of you, Kaine." "You don't know that..." "I do. The only person in the whole multiverse who can understand what you feel is me. I love you just by who you are." Miguel started to caress Kaine's cheek. "You're not a monster. You're Kaine, a lovely brother, father... boyfriend." "... Do you really still love me?" "I always did, and i still do it now." Kaine looked into Miguel's eyes for a few seconds, and leaned in to kiss him slowly and lovingly. "I miss you... i miss you a lot..." "I will always be here with you, babe." Kaine clung to Miguel, while he gave him affectionate kisses on the lips. "Those girls actually brought us together huh." Kaine smiled gently. "Gabriella looks like a good girl." "So does Aracely." "She is..." "I want them to be a family." "... Are you... are you sure?..." "Absolutely. Now that i have the oportunity, i want to be by your side again." "... I would love that, a lot..."

Gaby and Aracely had been listening to the entire conversation through the wall, and they high-fived each other. "Good job, sister!" "Well done sis!"

#kaine parker #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #scarlet spider #aracely penalba #gabriella o’hara #kiggy #kaine x miguel #kaine parker fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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layanasstories · 1 year

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Cause of pain

Part 9

Not long after, the others arrived too and the evening began with some small talk. Cleo had made so much food that ten more people could have joined in. She had mostly made all sorts of different appetisers rather than whole dishes. Consequently, they had not set the dining table, but the coffee table was filled with all the goodies. We had made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and chairs that had been put around. I thought I was being smart not to sit next to Jake, but as a result I was now sitting even worse, right across from him. Every glance I did around the group always fell on him last.

After chatting with each other for a while, it was Dan who wanted the group quiet, tapping on his glass. "Friends, as you have noticed, we have our long-lost friend in our midst. And she has something to tell you." A blabbermouth he always is, but with a drink it is only worse. I sigh deeply to release the tension. I'm not going to tell them anything about the body, so I think up a story on the spot. "Thanks Dan." I nod and give him an obvious fake smile. "I don't want to dampen the good vibe. But, as you know, it's been a year since we found Hannah. Which is of course amazing. But we also lost friends, and in hindsight we didn't needed to lose. That's why I want to toast." I grab my glass of whiskey, which had just been poured, and lift it up. "To Richy, who made stupid choices but had a good heart. And to Hannah, for being here with us. And lastly, for being especially special to me. To the love of my life, wherever he may be. Cheers!". All raised their glasses and cheered. Nobody noticed that Jake and I looked at each other for a long time while I emptied my glass in one gulp.

The evening progressed with lots of chatting and laughing, sometimes singing along with the music. I caught up with the girls and even occasionally had a normal pleasant conversation with Jake. As if nothing was going on. And the later it got, the more booze flowed. Which made my anger towards him grow less and less, and my desire only more and more. The battle in my mind is strong, will I let it go for tonight or will I be cold and distant? Can I pretend it's part of the play or will I not get away with it? Can I blame the alcohol or am I betraying myself? Or am I just torturing myself more to hold on to the anger and desire? Do I have to choose right now?

What has become quite a habit lately I am taken out of thought, because Dan pokes me in my side. "Why are you staring at Mark like that? You think he's cute huh!" He laughs a little uncomfortably because he immediately realises how inappropriate his joke is, after what I had told him this afternoon. But I seize this opportunity to show no interest in my anger tonight and blame it on the alcohol. "You know Dan, yeah, I think he's cute. And who knows, maybe I'll end up at his place tonight. If only to have some distraction." Consciously, I say it a little louder so Jake could hear. His puzzled look was priceless.

"Woah, woah, woah. That wasn't what I meant. Don't jump to conclusions right away, you've only known him for a few hours." Dan's defence was weak given his own reputation, and I immediately made that clear to him. "Must you say! Anything that even slightly is fluttering her eyelashes can go home with you." I give him a wink so he realises I'm fooling around. Sideways, I look towards Jake, who follows every word closely, but then quickly recovers himself. "You know Dan, I do indeed think I need to become a bit more like you. Layana, flutter those beautiful eyelashes of yours for me.". I do as he says, and flutter my eyelashes excessively. He leans a little further forward my way "Oh that's sexy, are you coming to sleep with me tonight?" The playful grin he conjures up makes me swallow for a moment before answering a little flirty and ambiguous. "Maybe I will, I'm not ruling anything out." I can seriously blame the alcohol now, because I would never have said that without it. And to make it worse for myself, is that when I see the doubt in his eyes whether I mean it or not, I give him a wink.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom

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trixabke · 2 years

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req from: @local-problem

She/her - bisexual, Birthday: November 27, 2003, Sagittarius, Height: 1.83 m / 6 ft, Hair: light brown, curls with lots of volume and quite long, Eye color: blue-grey, Personality: ENFJ, I'm fairly athletic, doing track, volleyball and dancing. Work: I work in a bubble tea shop, give swimming lessons to small children and tutor (maths). When I have time, I like to draw and read. I love my grandma, manga, anime, sports, my friends, alpaca stuffed animals, coffee and black tea

HELLO, I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS! i’m assuming you meant a romantic match up! if not oops lol thank u for sending this! it rlly helped me w motivation! also sorry if this is a bit long :) SIDE NOTE ITS RLLY COOL THAT UR SO TALL

just because idk if its a touchy subject for u!)

(also i feel like i keep matching ppl w more mainstream characters but like, ITS RHE VIEB I GET OK???) 😭

(rom) i match you with…..

SUGAWARA

ok ok u def met when u were working

he came in w daici and kiyoko to talk abt some important stuff n when they walked in he was like “woah 😨”

thinks ur so attractive

then he orders and leaves!! yay how eventful

BUT THEN

he always suggests to go to that boba place

are the drinks good? yes. are they as good as seeing you? no.

probably starts with very very minimal conversations, maybe MAYBE small talk or an occasional joke from him

he becomes a regular, and he most likely orders the same thing every time

one day hinata comes in w him daichi and kiyoko

AND HINATAS FREAKING ABOUT BECAUSE HE SAW U THE OTHER DAY

turns out u tutor his little sister although he probably needs it more

and kiyoko tells hinata abt the crush she noticed suga had

AND WHEN I TELL U HINATA SCREAMED

later that night he was talking to (brokuto) bokuto abt it and then a lightbulb goes off

hinata is suddenly busy the day he needs to pick his sister up from tutoring and oh no hes always busy now and suga is the only one free?? oh well i guess he has to pick her up and see you

he thinks he so smart

and he is in this scenario at least

but did his set up work?? yes

when he shows up

ur like?? and he is like???

but u end up talking, n found out u have a lot in common

he finally leaves once and only once natsu is tugging and pulling at sugas sleeve with the biggest pout on her face

hinata?? busy?? again?? cant pick up sister! oh well suga has to get her now!!

this time, he left w ur number

very friends to lovers story then plays out

bookstore hangouts very often

mini little old lady clubs where u recommend stuff you found and he recommends stuff you stuff he found

then he sends you very long thought out reviews on whatever you give him

DEFINITELY CONFESSES BY ACCIDENT

its either 1. if u guys r arguing he will just accidentally be like “because i like you” or something dumb, 2. says it in the evning when u guys r sitting outside and he thinks you look so pretty under the glow of the setting sun, he just mutters it under his breath (or so he thought)

and ur just like “what?” but yk its mutual

he def wont get into an actual relationship with you until he has properly taken you out on a date that he deems successful

a lot of picnics, maybe hiking if u want to, late night fast food runs w rlly blurry pictures

he loves how trustworthy you are

also i def think he loves ur hair

the volume n the waves is just perfection to him

suga might always seem very happy and peppy but he isnt always

he has mastered the people pleasing act of happiness

so he rlly enjoys ur strong emotional sense to be able to understand him

also likes that you’re empathetic so being vulnerable is comfortable with you

because of those he feels like he can talk to u about anything he feels like he needs to hide from others (the trustworthiness helps w this too)

(he is an infj so the balance of that relationship is rlly cool btw)

finds it so cool that you play volleyball

he’ll inv u to play w his team sometime for fun but will make sure ur not overwhelmed (because we all know that team meeting sugas gf would be..just praying for u)

he always sends u good morning and good night texts

he always brings u sweets n chocolate on ur period

brings you flowers all the time

he also will check if u need anything when hes at the grocery store

he will never forget an anniversary

ALSO LOVES THAT YOU WORK W CHILDREN, HIS FUTURE TEACHER HEART IS SO HAPPY

overall a rlly understanding, safe, and compassionate relationship

THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQ AGAIN!! I hope u enjoyed it! I have a lot of fun writing these :) as always, if u saw any spelling errors no u didn’t! dont forget to eat and drink water!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #romantic match #matchups #sugawara drabble #sugawara fic #hq suga #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #suga smut

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mellow-worlds · 6 months

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I've been having a lot of fun with my friends in the past couple of days, and I've been really productive yesterday and today. Somehow, I feel so empty and sad. There's this deep unhappiness inside of me and I don't know what it is. I don't know where it comes from. Gosh. I want it to end. And I want to eat. But I've already eaten so much today already. It's too late anyway. Eating brings me a little bit of comfort. I don't know what to do. There's a bunch of stuff I still wanted to do today but I don't feel like doing any of it. I feel like sleeping. I wish I was dead. But not in the way I felt a couple of weeks ago.

This conversation I had with P, Mia and L made me think that I'll kill myself if I ever get super bored again. Because MiA said that he only felt super bored and unwilling to even have any new input in his life maybe once or twice and I can't really recall but it was something about then not wanting to live anymore. It feels like a valid reason to me, so if that ever happens to me again, because it has in the past, I'll kms. And it's not necessarily the only reason I'd kms for, but it's something I can hold on for now. It's a little comforting.

In the same conversation I told them that I think that I'll either end up as a nun or go to the military. Ofc MiA and B who was also there really protested against the military thing, but P was like yeah, why not. I think I might've talked about this already, but wtv. P agreed with me, that there wasn't really a reason for me not to. But Mia was so adamant about it being wrong because of me being an anarcho-pacifist etc. I couldn't really explain mysefl, that's how enraged he was, and then we talked about anarcho-pacifism and about how P hated words like that. I keep thinking.... what do the others think of me? I think.... hm... P and Mia prolly have noticed that I have pretty low self-esteem. I just hope P doesn't think I'm crazy now.

We talked about K and everybody agreed that he's pretty. L called him a "very aesthetic person". I wonder if they talk about me if I'm away, and if they say similar things. I surely hope so. I know I have surprised P and Mia with being an anarchist in the first place n stuff like that. But idk about all of my other opinions. I just hope they don't think I'm boring.

I also told them that evening that it's time for me to become gnostic, or at least somthing different form now. I told them that I'd like to ask A to convert me lmfao. Just yesterday I saw an Aleister Crowley book in a bookstore, if that's not a sign then idk what is. P laughed a lot, but I suppose it's mostly cause he and A are just best friends and cuz he was thinking about A. A is pretty cool. I really want to get to know him better and talk more to him. I keep thinking back to the conversation I had with P and him about the educational system and anarchism and I also keep thinking about our convo after the debate club session where we talked about communes. I can't believe he just approached me like that. I'm super happy about that. He just talked to me first :3. Gosh... something in my head musn't be alright. What even is alright? It is a little intimidating that P (and A) study psychology. Though both of them are kind of struggling to find their meaning in this study. I want to talk to both of them about it. And I want to ask P what his motivation to work so hard is. He already cared a lot about grades in school, obv, but he also generally works a lot for uni. I'd like to ask him why he cares so much.

I don't really know why I do things myself. But in the past couple of days I've been paying more attention to that kind of stuff. I think I just want to be impressive to people. I want people to think woah she does so many things... and to thinnk that I'm smart and still never even try. I've been thinking about the way I spend my time and I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to keep doing nothing all day every day, staring at a screen half-way processing useless information. I want to spend my time more effectively, for examlpe practicing my instruments, listening to podcasts, watching movies, reading books, drawing and such. And it's a lot more fun, too. At least I hope so... just because watching yt videos is easy doesn't mean it's how I actually want to spend my time.

It kind of makes me feel embarrassed... I hope that since P is also second-guessing his choice to study philosophy, he doesn't think that I'm a mindless sheep who is just content with anything that was set before them. I mean I do like it... I just would like to understand why he doesn't like it and if he looks down upon me... I feel like he has reason to. Actually, I know that he has reason to. Gosh, I love my friends. Gosh.... I really love them. And I want them to love me. I want to be impressive and interesting. And I want people to admire the things I did... Like publishing a book and idk painting impressive paintings... Honestly, it made me kinda sweat when I learned that MiA is also picking up painting.... H. Idk. I have to feel like I'm not stupid and worthless, and other people being better at the things I like to do is just kind of.... bad. For me. I'm happy for them but like, what's left for me? What's left for me? What makes me feel important? What sets me apart from the rest? I should pick up baking again. Alr. I'll figure it out. I'll be golden. Gn

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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Hi Jen! Congrats on the milestone, I love the maximalist theme!! Can I please get a 🎏 for the marauders? My name is Ariba, I'm a straight female, she/her and I'm 20!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature!I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

Thank you very much!! Congrats once again and I hope you have lovely day 💗

thank u ariba!! i hope u have a lovely day as well :) anyways....

my mind went woah…

𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

he’d first notice you at the sorting. you were a hat stall—you were ambitious like a slytherin, intellectual like a ravenclaw, creative and resourceful like a hufflepuff, but the hat settled on gryffindor. you were brave enough to try everything and bold in your self expression. BAM. he’d be infatuated. at first, he’d try to play it off as admiration or simply finding you intriguing, but it was obvious to everyone and himself that it was love at first sight (if you believe in that sort of thing—remus didn’t). i think you’d probably meet early on, during first or second year, and quickly become close.

you and remus would spend the first year of your friendship doing everything together because you had so much in common! remus never really talked to girls before hogwarts, so he freaked out when you invited him to your dorm the first time. then, he freaked out because he saw the stacks of books piled haphazardly across your room—you had an impressive collection. classics, foreign authors, poetry, and of course, an insane amount of books from flourish and blotts that you’d bought during their secondhand clearance sale. the two of you would start book exchanges, where you’d read a book from each other’s library and add to the existing annotations (he got you really hooked on annotating). remus was particularly curious about true crime books. he was a half-blood who grew up in isolation from the muggle world due to his lycanthropy, so he wasn’t familiar to “muggle entertainment.” he didn’t understand how somebody could possibly find true crime enjoyable; he preferred fantasy tales with happy endings, since his life already had enough struggle. if he were honest, he’d say he hated true crime with his whole being. but his love for you was stronger than his loathing for the genre, so he entertained you. ohhhh, but when you met the marauders… you were a menace. james and sirius had always been best mates, but it almost seemed like the duo became a trio once they’d gotten to know you. you had james’ love for mischief and sirius’ rebellious spirit, so when you weren’t spending time with remus, you could be found laughing loudly with your two new friends all over the castle. it was then, watching you get along with his friends so well, that remus let himself admit: he loved you. when you finally started dating, i think you and remus would have a hard time keeping track of each others’ clothes. your wardrobes were similar! some days, you’d wear a button down and wonder why the sleeves were longer than usual, or remus would slip into a sweater and wonder if it had shrunk in the wash. you didn't mind, of course. remus could be insecure about his clothing, which was often secondhand or old. when he saw you in his clothes, he found a new appreciation for them. you assured him you didn't mind, and you even took him to glad rags during the next hogsmeade trip and thrifted with him, chattering on about sustainability and environmental ethics. (he checked out a few library books on those topics afterward.) everyone could agree that the two of you were meant for each other in every sense—intellectually, creatively, and visually. bro, the two of you were so pretty together. remus loved your height; your forehead was the perfect place to kiss. he liked to play with your hair while he studied (one remus told sirius your hair was nicer than his.) for all your playfulness, i think you brought out a domestic side to him. he liked ironing your suits, sketching you as you daydreamed by the black lake, and having long, thoughtful conversations while he was stuck in the hospital wing.

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DESTINY | j.p

james potter x fem!reader

originally posted on my Wattpad 👇🏻

Being best friends with The Marauders is relatively easy. You're the one that makes sure that they don't get a weeks detention for the third week in a row.

Sometimes you can trust Remus with the responsibility to do that but he also wants to indulge in the pranks from time to time. Also his boyfriend, Sirius Black, wants Remus by his side through everything. It's quite adorable.

But overall, you are the most level headed one. The kind and patient one. The person that probably should have been sorted into Hufflepuff but the sorting hat chose Gryffindor for whatever reason instead.

All of these factors make you impossible to get out of James Potter's mind. Ever since you had rescued the boys from McGonagall's detention "speech" (as Sirius liked to call it) he couldn't get you out of his mind.

Yes, at the time he was still going after Lily. The red head that had stolen James' heart since second year.

But recently James had slowed down his attempts at "wooing" Lily Evans. The whole school noticed and thought it to be a little strange.

One day the other three marauders asked him about it, while you were studying peacefully in the library.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all walked down to the quidditch pitch after watching Gryffindor practice for the day. When they approached James, he was smiling. Quidditch practice always put him in a better mood.

"Hey mate, you okay?" Sirius asked.

James furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Yeah why?" He replied.

Remus and Peter looked at each other nervously, before Remus spoke up. "You've been acting off lately. We just wanted to know if you were okay," he explained.

"Yeah, you haven't tried to impress Lily," Peter said, rather bluntly. This earned him a glare from Sirius and a huff from Remus.

They didn't want to be that blunt with him just in case it was a sensitive subject.

James ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Haven't felt like it lately," he confessed. "Hey? Where's Y/n?" He added, a blush coming onto his cheeks.

Sirius and Remus put it together, Peter was still completely clueless.

"Finally you realized your feelings," Sirius applauded. Remus playfully rolled his eyes.

James blushed, "Just because I ask where Y/n is doesn't mean I like her," he defended.

"No, but the blush on your cheeks suggests otherwise," Sirius replied, raising his eyebrows.

James rolled his eyes, "Fine...okay? I'm in love with Y/n," he admitted.

The other three marauders went into shock. He loved you?

"Woah, you love her?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," James said, quietly.

"We just thought you fancied her mate, we didn't know you were in love with her?" Sirius said.

Remus stepped forward, "What about Lily?" he asked.

James ran a hand through his hair. "What about her? She's always rejecting me and doesn't want my attention. But with Y/n, she's always there. She listens and cares. Y/n is smart and funny and always gets us out of detention," he explained, his stomach filling with butterflies.

"Man, you're whipped," Sirius joked, earning a nudge in the arm from Remus. "Sorry," he mumbled to Remus.

"You should tell Y/n this," Remus said, James nodded. Remus was always right.

So thats what James was going to do. He had plans to tell you for a week. You had noticed a change in him. He never looked at Lily anymore, he looked at you.

You would catch him glancing at you durning meals, when you two would study (well more like when you would study), in class, and in the common room when the Marauders where planning a prank.

One night it was just you and James in the common room after Moony and Padfoot had decided to go to bed, they dragged Peter along. Sirius gave James a 'tell her now' look and Remus helped a sleepy Peter up the stairs.

It was quite for a while and you were looking at the fire. Admiring how the embers would brake the wood and make it crackle. James was looking at you. Thinking about how pretty you looked with the fire making your doe like eyes glisten.

You noticed his staring and turned to him, "James are you okay?" You asked, worried.

He was brought out of his day dream and softly smiled at you. "Yeah I'm fine, I just need to tell you something," he admitted.

James now had your full attention, as you adjusted where you were sitting, and fully turned to face him. He looked into your eyes and then down to your lips.

"What is it?" You asked, blushing under his gaze.

James took a deep breath, "I'm in love with you. And I know you don't love me back and you're probably wondering about Lily. But it's because when your around it's so hard not to love you. Your smart, funny, beautiful, way too out of my league. You make my heart beat so fast, it's like I'm playing quidditch," James rambled.

You sat there in shock. You never thought James Potter, the popular quidditch star who was head over heels in love with Lily Evans, would ever glance your way.

"James..." you said, quietly, trying to get his attention.

"James," you said again.

But he kept talking, he was now repeating himself and you just wanted to shut him up.

"James!" You exclaimed.

He stopped talking and looked at you in worry. You scooted closer to him and took his hand. "I love you too. I never thought you would ever have feelings for me," you admitted.

James smiled wildly and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He leaned in closer to you and when you didn't move away he brushed a strand of your hair from your face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. You blushed and nodded. Then James pulled you into a soft, romantic kiss. You kissed back, craving his touch as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist.

Eventually you pulled away for air. "You're my destiny," James said, looking longingly into your eyes.

"And you're mine," you replied, smiling like an idiot.

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BEFORE IT WAS DONE IM SO SORRY AAAA

I can't promise it'd be good or accurate in any way at all, but I can say that I'll try my best!! sorry this took such a long time ;; very scared of not doing stuff perfectly yk? ;;; but thank you, I'm glad you like my writing! welcome to the crew 🍋 anon!! I don't know too much on witchcraft (my parents don't allow me to practice anything that I'll have to get extra stuff for :/) so I hope just doing everything but that is okay, I'm so sorry I couldn't do everything :(( n you take care as well!! and thank got for all the love n support!! mwah !

I don't write for George so I hope it's okay I took him out ;;

multiple x ambivert! bilingual! y/n

pairings: feral boys (no George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity), BenchTrio (tommy, tubbo, ranboo) (separate) x reader

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. bilingual

. ambivert

. likes puzzle n strategic games (n good at them)

. minor

. artist

. faceless

form: headcanons

genre: platonic

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

feral boys (- George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity)

congrats! you now have 4 new older brothers! and no you don't have a say in it! /lh

they all think it's really cool that your bilingual!!

if one of the languages you speak is Spanish quackity would invite you to his spanish-only/mostly streams \o/

I know it's unlikely, but if your other language is Greek by chance then maybe you and sapnap exchange a few Greek words/sentences, not for anything other than to confuse those also in call >:)

definitely see quackity doing the same thing!

if you speak a language other than Greek or Spanish they're like,, woah,,, that's so cool what

you could probably get anyone but dream to say almost anything in your language 💀

purely bc I believe that dream has had that happen multiple times before so now he's careful with saying things he doesn't know 😭

you could also make them believe an insult is a complement if you say it in a kind tone, and the other way around (depends on the language, bc with some it's close enough to English to tell)

like with a lot of German you could probably do that

you, kindly: du bist so schlecht in diesem spiel!! dein Chat muss langweilig sein (you're so bad at this game!! your chat must be bored) (**note: apologies if it's not accurate! I'm still trying to learn German so I used Google translate)

karl: thank you! ,, I think?

you: :)

if anyone in chat knows what you said they'll occasionally translate it for the rest of chat, if that happens, then like,, it's definitely getting clipped

quackity has jokingly asked you to draw him before! dream and karl constantly complement your art, and sapnap is inbetween complementing and being indifferent

like he thinks it's cool and looks really good but he won't bring up a lot and he won't do a whole bunch of compliments! he's a good one to go to and show new art if you want a chill reply while Karl and dream are the ones you show if you want praise for it

if you want jokes and lighthearted statements with semi-hidden compliments go to quackity! :)

I feel like being an ambivert in this group could go one of both ways depending on if you're an introvert w extrovert tendencies or the other way around

hard, introvert with extrovert tendencies, which basically means that you're pretty introverted, won't talk to knew people unless spoken to first but once you do you ease up a bit, once friends you get louder and more hyper showing your extrovert side. you like parties and such despite the fear you have of them, etc. I feel like this would be hard because pretty much everyone in the feral boys is extroverted, save for dream who's an ambivert but super extroverted online! so their energy might scare you but it also draws you in leading you to becoming friends! you probably have a soft spoken voice which the boys fail to notice at first - causing you to get spoken over a lot, just things of that kind! but they get used to it and your contrast fits well :)

easy, extrovert with introvert tendencies, which is the same as above but switched! you can start conversation with strangers - though it may be a bit hard due to your introvert tendencies stunting your social growth, you enjoy parties and social events and talking to people but you're probably off in a corner of the party talking to a group of people rather than dancing, being alone in your room can be calming but is usually lonely and you prefer to have someone - or maybe a few people - around. this would be easy because it's easier for introvert tendencies to be unnoticed online since you're not face to face, so talking to people and interacting would go rather smoothly causing your addition to the crew to be smooth and fast! they didn't have to talk to you first and everyone being (mostly) extroverted made you fit in well, and you won't get talked over because when you do on accident you bring it up and they make sure to be more careful \o/

also for you speaking a different language; if you ever forget a word in English - which is bound to happy often - they'll help you figure it out

and your love and talent for strategic games, puzzle games, and rhythm games kinda shocked them! like the entire group isn't the best at those types of games and don't play them often

they're really impressed about it too! I feel like one of the first times sapnap saw you do a rhythm based game he made a comment about how you'd be a really good drummer!

also if there's a puzzle in a game that quackity is playing he would probably try to call you to get you to figure it out 💀

BenchTrio (tommy, ranboo, tubbo)

they're impressed by you being bilingual right away! I feel like tommy might make a joke about being bilingual bc he knows a few Spanish words

tubbo is super interested in what different words translate to and like, uses you like Google translate around Minecraft after he finds out

"that's super cool!! wait, what's this in your language?" he throws your character a carrot "(carrot in your language)" "okay okay!! this next :D!!" he throws your character a dirt block, you let out and amused breath "am I Google translate now?" "c'mon!!"

ranboo gets mostly confused because he doesn't understand what you're saying so he's like ??? how do I respond if I don't know what you said help

I think you being an ambivert would also fit in well, not matter what type you are bc you literally have 2 ambiverts (both kinds!! ex w int tend is tubbo n int w ex tend is ranboo!) and one extrovert!! there's literally no way you can't fit in unless your sense of humor is wildly different but since you're reading this I assume it's similar!

they will also help you if you forget English words, though tubbo forgets a lot as well so ranboo or Tommy would probably be your best bet to go to!

I feel like tubbo is also good at rhythm games so it wasn't a shock you were or anything, but it did cause a bit where tommy just like,, split the group? 💀 you and tubbo n him and ranboo where the groups, it became like a who's side it better type of thing and ranboo kept "sneaking off" to your vc to tell you stuff n talk a bit, it was fun

as for puzzles, I don't think anyone in the group is good at puzzles besides ranboo, like tubbo might be mediocre but I feel like ranboo is really good like,, have you seen that man's lore ? good god

poor Tommy dude 💀💀

chat 100% brags about you anywhere they can!

"look at my streamer!! they're so talented and smart and funny and they can draw <33 I bet you wish your streamer was as cool as mine /lh"

(sorry it took so long and it's kinda short! I didn't really know what to do exactly :( )

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holden-caulfield · 3 years

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Unrequited

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REQUESTED: "Never requested something before but maybe the reader is in love with James but he is in love with lily and she thinks lily will never say yes but she does. Maybe Remus comforts her as she tells him how she is not good enough or something but little did she know that Remus was in love with her"

SUMMARY: reader finally realizes james will never lover her, but luckily remus is there to comfort her.

WARNINGS: mentions of heartbreak, but i promise it's fluffy

WORD COUNT: 712

A/N: so i changed it a little bit... i hope it's okay👀

"I just- you wouldn't understand! She's so beautiful and so smart! She's perfect, you know?" you kept on nodding as the bespectacled boy besides you kept on rambling about his crush, Lily Evans, "But she doesn't like me... does she? No she doesn't."

"James, anyone would be a fool not to like you!" you placed your hand on his thigh and looked him deep in the eyes, hoping he would eventually understand.

"Do you really think so, y/n?" he looked back at you and you felt your heart beating faster than ever, "Do you think i should ask her out?"

There it was; disappointment. You knew James never cared about you in that way, in the way lovers do. You held his hand countless of times, but it was nothing more than simple friendship. He cried on your shoulder so many times you thought there would have been something more between you. There wasn't.

"I-" you stopped yourself, you weren't going to confess your unrequited love to a boy you knew would have never been what he was for you. "Yes, James. She won't say no, who would?"

You tried comforting him with a broken heart yourself. There was still hope, hope that Lily didn't feel the same way, but you had the same talk with her. She liked him. He liked her.

Only you were left alone.

"Thank you y/n! I'm- i'm going to ask her now!" you smiled as the over-excited boy went running to find her true love, leaving you alone.

Silent tears began to run down your face, there was no use in stopping them now. You denied them for so long, it felt freeing to feel them wetting your face, a face that could finally display all the pain you felt inside.

"Y/n, what happened?" full of concern, Remus appeared in your line of sight.

You waited so long to let your tears out, you wouldn't have stopped now, even if it meant showing how vulnerable and broken you truly were.

He sat down next to you, unsure of what to do. He awkwardly put his arm around your shoulders, stroking your arm up and down, hoping that that simple gesture could have lessened the strength of your sobs.

You slowly started to regain your ability to speak and, with your voice still hoarse, you explained everything to the boy sat next to you.

"I'm an idiot, i know, you can tell me." you said, chuckling darkly; the awful humor an attempt at masking your even-more-awful condition.

"You aren't." he said, bringing his thumb to brush away your tears, unsurely. "The only idiot here is James."

"He's your friend, you can't say that!" you said, shoving him playfully, the smile on your face not quite reaching your eyes.

"I can, the fact that he's my friend doesn't rule out the fact that he's an idiot! Anyone would be a fool not to like you!" he said scoffing and something in your head clicked.

You turned around and stared at him.

"What?" he looked uneasy, but you needed to know.

"What did you say?"

"I said he's an idiot-"

"No, after that." your tone was desperate, had you been so blinded by your love for James that you hadn't noticed him?

The boy that had been your solace whenever you needed it, the boy that made you laugh so much even with the simplest things, the boy that no matter what always helped you. He had been for you what you had been for James; unrequited.

"I said anyone would be a fool not to like you, i-" you cut him off by slinging your arms around him, "Woah, are you feeling better now?"

"Remus, i'm sorry." his soft brown eyes softened even more while his brows furrowed, silently asking a reason. "I've been an idiot."

"Y/n, i told you, it's James that-"

"No!" you shut him up, placing your index finger in front of his mouth, "With you."

His eyes widened slightly, but he smiled.

"You- you know?"

"I should have noticed sooner, but i know now."

"And... what do you think?" he asked with hope laced in his barely-whispered words.

"I think i'm an idiot who very much likes you too."

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what if they don’t like me

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT IN NO WAY AM I TRYING TO MAKE JJ SEEM LIKE A BAD PERSON OR ANYTHIJG I LOVE HER

Today's the day! I'm so excited. I'll be meeting Spencer's team. We've been dating for almost eight months, the team barley found out about me. Spencer wanted our relationship to be private, he said if the team found out about me they would ask too many questions.

I'm so excited to meet them! I can not wait. I met his mother maybe four months ago. She was lovely.

I finish off my makeup with some lipstick. Okay I look good. Right amount of cleavage, right amount of makeup. My heels aren't to high which is really good, I could hardly walk in them.

Spencer comes from behind me wrapping his arms around me. "You ready my love?" he asks putting his head on my shoulder. "Yeah I am" I reply with a sigh. "What's wrong babe?" he asks noticing my dreary mood. "What if they don't like me?" I look at the mirror, looking at him. He kissed my temple. "They're going to love you" he whispered.

I nod. "Okay i'm ready". He grabs my coat handing it to me, I put it on over my dress. He holds my hand as we walk to his car together. He opens my door, I sit down and he closes it for me.

The drive is mainly silent besides the radio. I hum along to the song that was playing trying to relax my nerves. "Why are you bouncing your leg?" he puts his hand over mine that was on my thigh.

I didn't even notice I was doing that. "I don't know"

He squeezed my hand. "Are you still nervous?" he asks looking over at me for a second. "Kind of, what if they question us because of my age"

Spencer and I were 10 years apart. He is 30 and i'm 20. We've gotten a lot of negative responses about our age gap. Mainly from my family. My mom didn't approve. My sister said I was dating him because he was older and I needed male validation since my dad wasn't in my life. Why are they so terrible. I'm happy with Spencer, I don't care how old he is.

"Hey, I don't care what they think of us, i'm happy alright" I nod slowly.

We arrive to the house. Woah it's a really big house. Spencer said the house was big. I didn't think it would be a mansion though.

Spencer comes over to me and opens my door.

I get out and hold his hand. I feel myself getting nervous. I have some issues with being around people. I get social anxiety pretty badly. I don't go out anymore, last time I went out to eat in public I had a panic attack.

We walk to the front door of the house.

Spencer knocks on the door, we wait for someone to answer. An older man answers. I'm guessing the owner of this house. "Spencer you're here!" the man smiles giving him a hug. I stand there awkwardly. "Uh Rossi this is Y/n, my girlfriend" he introduced me. I wave to him. "You don't shake hands either ?" he asked. I do shake hands but I usually feel really uncomfortable being touched. "I-I um" I stutter. "She does but she gets kind of uncomfortable with people she just met" Spencer explains. Rossi nods and welcomes me in. "Come in Y/n" he smiles.

I walk in and see two other men and three women. One of them was very colorful. Penelope I presume. Spencer leads me to the group. "Guys this is my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n this is Hotch, JJ, Derek, Emily, and Penelope" both Emily and JJ give me weird looks. Penelope runs over to me and hugs me. "Oh my god! I've been so excited to meet you" she squeals. I look over to Spencer feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Garcia, Y/n isn't really fond of touch" he tells her. Penelope pulls away looking sorry. "I am so sorry angel" she says. "No it's totally fine" I whisper, they could hardly hear me. My parents used to scream at me about not talking loud enough.

"Okay well let's eat" Rossi says. I sat down at the end of the table, Spencer to my right and no one on my left. We begin to eat, I slightly here JJ and Emily whispering. I hear them say my name. I begin shifting in my seat. Spencer noticed and holds my hand under the table doing the dumb thing. "You okay love?" he whispers. "Yeah I um, I just need to use the restroom" I tell him. He nods. "I'm going to show Y/n the restroom" he excuses us.

"Here it is babe" he says. "You want me to wait for you?" he asked me. "No it's fine Spencer" he nods and heads back to the table.

I sit on the corner of the bath tub with my face in my hands. I just need to calm down. Breathe in and out. In and out. I feel myself calm down after about three minutes. I go look into the mirror. Do I look like I cried? No okay good.

I step out, I stop at the corner when I hear my name mentioned. "How old is Y/n" I look over the wall to see JJ asking about my age. "She's twenty" he casually says. I adore him. He's never made me feel bad for being younger, or not being as smart as him. "Spencer that's a child" Derek told him.

I walk out to the table. "I'm not a child" I say. They all look over to me. I take my seat next to Spencer. "I would never take advantage of someone younger than me" Spencer says. "Spencer we know but she's so young" Emily comments.

"I'm right here you don't have to refer as me as she" I sternly say. Hotch, Penelope and Rossi just watch this unfold. JJ rolls her eyes at me. "Okay well Y/n, why are you dating such and older guy, if you aren't dating guys you're age theres a reason why" Derek said to me.

"I um- I don't care if Spencer is two years older or twenty years older, i'm happy with him the age doesn't matter" I say holding Spencer's hand. "Are you sure it's not to maybe make you feel better" the blonde said. "What are you implying" Spencer snaps.

"That she has daddy issues and you're just there to fill that whole in her heart" Emily continued off of JJ's comment. "I think if they're happy we should leave them alone" Penelope speaks for the first time since the conversation started. "Yeah but he should be happy with someone his own age" JJ said. I get up and walk outside.

I sit on the curb crying into my knees. "Y/n" I hear a voice perk. I look over my shoulder to see Penelope. "Y/n come back inside please, we don't want anything to happen to you" she says implying to the fact that it was dark outside and there were suspicious men on the news around this area.

"Maybe you don't want me to get hurt, the others hate me" I cry into my shirt. "Please just come inside". I give in and walk back into the house.

"You guys made her cry! For what?! Just because she's younger than me!" I see Spencer yell at the three who were questioning me. Hotch and Rossi were in the back having some drinks.

"Spence" JJ starts. "No I don't want to hear it Jennifer!" he storms my way grabbing my hand and pulling me to the car. "Goodbye Y/n" Penelope called from the front of the house. I look back and give her a quick wave.

I get into the car and Spencer starts driving. He was gripping the stealing wheel hard. He was mad. "Spence?" I whisper. He hummed in response. "Are you mad at me?" he looks over to me the second those words left my mouth. He puts his hand on my thighs stroking it gently. "Of course not my love, i'm mad at them" he gently told me. I nod. "So now what?" I ask. "Now we just ignore what they have to say. I'm never going to leave you, I love you so much" he smiles. "I love you too" I hold his hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. "I'm fine, I liked the way you yelled at them" I slightly giggled. He smiled. "I will yell at anyone any day to defend you" he reaches over and kisses me. We were at a red light.

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THE NEXT MORNING

I hear talking in the kitchen, I wonder who it is. I go over and peek over the corner. It was Spencer and JJ. "I'm sorry for saying shit to your girlfriend Spence" she apologizes. Spencer just takes a sip of his water. "The truth is, I guess I was a little jealous" she laughs. He choked on his water. "J-Jealous?" he asked.

She nods and slightly laughed. "Spencer, I love you, like more than a friend love you" she confess. I feel my self get sick to my stomach. He told me when he was younger he had a crush on her. What if old feelings come back. I rush to the restroom and vomit into the toilet.

I hear footsteps rush to me. "Are you okay" Spencer acts. I slightly sob, i've always hated throwing up. I look up at Spencer and JJ was standing next to him with her hand on his arm. "I'm fine" I mumble. They both stand their for a moment. "Can you guys get out please!" I snap at them. They leave and I brush my teeth and go back to the kitchen.

"Do you think Y/n is pregnant?" JJ asked Spencer. "No there's no way she is" he sighs. "What if a condom ripped or something" she said touching his arm once again. I don't care if she was trying to comfort him.

"No, she can't be because we've never had sex" he mumbled. Her facial expressions changes to shock. "Oh" she simply says. I clear my throat making them notice me. "Are you okay babe?" he asked. "Yeah i'm fine, JJ weren't you saying something earlier?" I ask. She looks at me confused. "What are you talking about Y/n" she tilts her head. I cross my arms. "Spencer I love you, like more than a friend love you" I mock her voice. She clenched her jaw and looks towards Spencer. "I'm gonna leave" she grabs her things and walks out the door.

"Why did you do that!" he yells at me. "Why are you yelling at me?" I head towards our bedroom. "Talk about what she said, now it's going to be awkward around her!" he screams.

"Well you're the one who was letting her be all up on you! After she said that when you guys came to check up on me she was holding your arm! A-And you used to have feelings for her and you probably still do" I cry.

I see his face soften. "Babe" he starts. I look up at him. "I didn't even realize she was touching me, I was to focused on you" he tells me.

"Really?" I say hopefully. "Yes baby" he hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "I don't have feelings for her, you're the only person I love okay?" I nod.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds imagine #derek morgan #criminal minds #angst

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love-amihan · 3 years

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CRUSH // INUMAKI TOGE

amihan's note: oh god this is so embarrassing, some of this may or may have not how i acted towards my crush, out here exposing myself- bear with my humiliations i bought upon myself, happy reading!

summary: modern au wherein you have this crush on inumaki toge and you cannot function right whenever he's around. what can i say? he just takes away your words with his mere existence 🥴✋

crush!toge x gn!reader

the first time you noticed him was when he accidentally bumped to you yes it's cliche i know shhh

your friend happen to know him! would you look at that, luck's on your side

but it was a mistake asking your friend, yuta

he won't stop teasing you whenever toge's around

saw him passing by? yuta pokes your side and starts calling for toge, "toge c'mere!" then off you go to 'meet' your teacher to talk about that non-existent project you were gonna have.

your actions didn't go unnoticed by toge

he even joins yuta for the fun of it

oh you're having a good day? let's ruin that and make you humiliate yourself:

you inform your friends that you're having a great time so far, currently munching on your food happily.

all the stress gone along with the projects and homework that was piled up. until yuta thought it would be fun to ruin your streak.

he apparently just so happen to tell toge, out of all people, that it's alright to have lunch on your table.

surprise, surprise, the only available seat was beside you. "you little shit" you glare at yuta sitting across you who have the biggest smile on his face.

you gulp nervously as toge takes the seat beside you, "hey, i hope you don't mind" his soft voice making you feel fuzzy inside, oh that dreamy voice of his.

yuta gets all giddy, he chuckles at your state. he really thinks this will be the good time to introduce you, like c'mon you haven't even got time to fix yourself properly!

you're still recovering from the all-nighters you pulled. "i'm sure y/n is more than okay to have you here~"

yuta gestures to you, "l/n y/n, inumaki toge" toge turns to you smiling sweetly, "nice to meet you" he holds out a hand.

your throat becomes dry, looking back at him, trying not to look away because goddamn he looks good, who gave him the right?!

you snap out of your daze when you hear yuta's snickers, you feel heat rushing up your cheeks.

subtly rubbing your sweaty palm on your uniform before shaking his hand, "y-yeah, nice to meet you."

you mentally slap yourself for stuttering, quickly letting go of his hand and going back to your food. doing your best to pretend your crush is not beside you also eating his lunch.

after that faithful day, toge never fails to tease you with your little crush on him

oh did i forget to mention he's your classmate?

on top of that, you didn't even know how it ended up with having him as your seatmate

you can't help but give him side glances whenever the lesson starts

he will always catch your eyes on him making him smirk a little

one time, he straight up turns to face you staring right into your eyes small smile on his face, you squeak turning your head to the side quickly. you hear him chuckle at this before going back to writing down his notes.

if you're wearing glasses;

he playfully flirts with you if the teacher gives you a little break. he will nonchalantly pull your glasses off your face and try it on.

"woah, kinda high but not so far from mine" he said while scrunching his nose cutely. let's just say he wears contacts

he cocks a brow at you still wearing your glasses, "you think i suit this frame?" you nod your head hesitantly, looking away, face feeling hot.

"need my glasses please," you manage to mumble out. he chuckles nevertheless giving your glasses back.

there's this event on your school wherein toge was pulled from the sea of students

making him the center of attention, it was the usual event that the school hold every year wherein they teach you about relationships and such.

"what about you, young man?" the host points at toge's direction after giving a heartfelt speech about relationships.

"come and join me," your eyes zeroes on toge as he stands beside the host hands on his back, looking all polite and kind.

"anyone you fancy in these school?" the host puts his mic in front of toge gesturing at the crowd, toge smiles after getting the question.

"yes," a simple answer that have you a little disappointed because damn you're wishing that's you.

the host's smile gets wider, "oh we have a lucky one, such a fine handsome young man they would have."

the host continues the event letting toge go back to his seat after the little interview.

'indeed, lucky them' you thought to youself.

however, before toge could sit down. his eyes locks with yours, your breath hitch and busy yourself with your id looking at it like it's the first time you've seen it. yuta laughs at your crisis and shakes his head "you're hopeless."

yuta most likely forced you to have the courage to hit that follow button

you know what happened next? only a few seconds passed, he already accepts your follow request

of course, you come and check his profile right after

there's also that day when you encourage yuta to send a message to his crush

but yuta got an idea of making this fair for the both of you

he really likes the idea of you and toge working out

this is a great opportunity to push you towards him

he tells you to send a message to toge, so that it would be equal for you two

how stupid of you to agree with this boy

as soon as you hit send, you toss your phone to yuta wanting the floor to open up and just fall down on the bottomless pit

yuta gasp loudly seeing the response

he smacks your stomach which was closest in his reach and shoves your phone to your face, laughing loudly.

you: hey, i just wanna tell you that you're really smart and i can't help but also admire your pretty handwriting :>>

inumaki.mp3: oh thank you, thought you would compliment my face considering you stare more to it ;DD

your mouth hangs open looking back to yuta who's still laughing

to say that you're embarrassed and not wanting to exist right at this moment would be an understatement

last embarrassment for this headcanon

yuta just loves messing with you

there's this sports event in school wherein lots of students gets a chance to have an excuse to take picture with their crush if u're from philippines u know the feels

yuta takes this chance to get you one, of course he's that great of a friend like that

a little context for this, there's this kind of like a party for the students to enjoy after the long sports week that happened. with deejay and all plus the loud music blasting! -well our school provides one i dunno bout urs-

toge's sweating slightly after getting out of the crowd, still laughing from the little showdown they had in the center of the little crowd his friends gathered.

this day of the sports week is definitely his favorite part, his friends pats his back as they shout to each other over the loud music.

staying back where it's more calm and less people compare up in front where the students are jumping up and down restless.

yuta happen to pull you out just in time of finding toge with his friends chatting. he grins at you, you look back at him scared not knowing what's going on.

he drags you to where toge's group are standing, once you arrive you bite your bottom lip eyes widening after seeing toge.

you begin to turn on your heel and just straight up ditch yuta, however, luck's not on your side today. "togeee~!" yuta shouted patting his shoulder.

toge turns and sees yuta, smile still on his face. his eyes widens in recognition, "oh yuta!" he nod at him.

he moves his gaze to your back seeing you're about to flee the scene. yuta pulls you back making you face toge, "you remember them right?" toge nods giving you a smile.

you quickly look away, palms already sweating. your mind working on how to kill yuta in so many possible ways, "they wanna take picture with you, if that's alright?" yuta asked waving his phone, your plan scratching to killing him right now.

before toge could reply, his group of friends notices the little interaction and teases him.

"oh what do we have here?" nobara looks at the scene with a knowing smile, yuta pushes you to stand beside toge readying his camera.

yuji whistles seeing you two together, "c'mon~ put your arm around them!" yuji ushers, as toge's friend cheers in the background.

toge looks at you, his smile comforting you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you inhale deeply from your nose, trying to calm down yourself.

"smile for the camera!" yuta shouted having fun with this as he clicks away on his phone capturing every moment. yep, you're definitely gonna kill him later.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #inumaki to/ge #inumaki to/ge headcanons #inumaki x y/n #inumaki x you #inumaki x reader #okkotsu yuta #jjk yuta #fandom;jjk #jjk;inumaki

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

#tom holland #London lights fic #Tom Holland one shot #tom holland fiction #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland x reader

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