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novacqnes · 1 year

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a fool to want you // abby anderson

summary: abigail anderson’s a colossal pain in the ass with a roster full of a girls to match— unfortunately that only made you want her more.

**part 2**

warning: college!au, angsty, abby’s a player and very smug, smut; face-sitting, fingering, fem receiving, masturbation, top!abby

word count: 4.5k

pairing: abby anderson x fem reader

a/n: i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t capitalize off my current abby obsession and write something

college is a fucking scam.

and no, not entirely in the way of paying tuition fees although that sucked too. the so-called fraudulent part of the institution lay in the housing, the very room that cost you upwards of thousands of dollars. hard-earned cash brought into fruition via your blood sweat and tears. aka the kind of money that cost you a liver, and then some. now you weren’t expecting luxury— far from it. all you required was a serene, tranquil vicinity to unwind from the burdens of post-secondary life. which was fair because you’d paid for it, right?

wrong. everything’s a fucking scam.

clutching the cotton pillow to your ears, you slammed your fist against the drywall to no avail. dorm room walls were cheap and astoundingly thin, making way for even the slightest movements to travel over to your room. it was three o’clock in the morning. a time for most to catch up on sleep, maybe even cram for an exam if the situation called for it. unfortunately, you didn’t fit into either of those groups— and it wasn’t by choice.

your neighbors had a deep appreciation for cordiality, it extended well into the early hours of the morning. so much so that they’d taken it upon themselves to lull you to bed with obnoxiously loud music— and for the third time this week. the cycle persisted for hours. culminating in an endless repetition of parties and copious amounts of sex. completely obliterating the possibility of you obtaining any sleep, especially the night before homecoming.

“one of us should go over there,” you spat, turning towards your roommate on the opposite side of the room.

dina shrugged, “i tried last time you should do it. i think she has a thing for you.”

you weren’t entirely familiar with the person behind the parties but from what you’d heard her name was abby and she was an asshole— a suave sweet-talker, but an asshole nonetheless. with a particular inclination to flowers, more specifically leaving them at your door. according to dina, the mystery woman had weaseled her way into just about every girl’s pants on campus, with record numbers flowing from her room into the hall. the girl had wicked stamina and that was exclusively based on what could be heard through the paper-thin walls. despite this, the plan was straightforward— be as direct as possible without dropping your pants.

you knocked twice before the door swung open, a half-naked woman standing before it. reddish-pink hickeys littered her neck and chest, trophies she wore proudly. a blue lace bra was lazily strung around her chest along with a torn purple thong that hung just below her navel. the woman was practically exposed but held not an inkling of shame— if anything she appeared dignified despite being borderline nude.

“can you turn the fucking music down?” you shouted, clamping your hands over your ears.

the woman eyed you with a particular level of indifference, crossing her arms over her chest. a strong musk of what seemed to be vanilla, sweat, and weed crept into the hallway, clouding nearly all of your senses. the smell lingered in your nostrils, sending your mind into a tailspin as the noise persisted.

she rolled her eyes, turning back towards the dorm, “some girl’s here for you.” from inside emerged a tall woman, broad and especially muscular. her face and shoulders were decorated with dark brown freckles that spread down her back. she was the very definition of intimidation personified, in a gray tank top that clung to crevices of her body carving out a perfect outline. by the time you’d realized what you were doing, it was already too late. abby extended a hand to the top frame of the door as she leaned against it, smirking.

stop gawking, stop gawking.

“i’m abby.” everything about her screamed cocky— from her voice to her face, even her posture for heaven's sake. it should’ve bothered you. the way she looked at you, the slight glint in her eye that seemed to sharpen as she scanned down your body— studying each of every component like it was within her right. thus you expected the annoyance or at least some indication of it to creep in. rather you were met with an unfamiliar warmth, one that made you nervous and strangely giddy. that should’ve bothered you, yet it didn’t.

“i know who you are,” you stammered, “uh i sleep in the dorm next door and i have an early class tomorrow, can you just turn the—“

“y/n, right?” her eyes, clouded by lust fell to your lips as you shifted from one foot to the other. your name rolled off her tongue effortlessly, and a part of you wanted to hear it again— just as much as abby wanted to say it again. she got off on it, she adored having the upper hand even in the most minuscule conversations. she could see it in the way you inched closer to her without even noticing. it was a power that you weren’t even fully aware of.

“yeah?” you held your breath as she ran her fingers along the rim of the door before dropping them at her sides. the silence was torturous, gnawing at you from the inside out. this is where the “asshole” reputation stemmed from. she was a tease in her natural element and unbeknownst to you it was worsened by your presence.

she smirked, “i sit behind you in chem, you look even prettier from the front.”

asshole.

incessant heat rose to your cheeks, consuming them as the rest of your face fell, victim. you felt like a stranger in your own body— it resembled a foreign vessel on the verge of collapse. you shouldn’t have felt this way. you couldn’t allow yourself to. abigail anderson was a conceited jerk who thought about nothing more than the hookups she could accumulate in a day. this is what she does— and you needed to believe it.

“didn’t notice you,” you shrugged, refusing to let her get the best of you. abby squinted her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. bulging green veins pressed along the surface of her skin as her muscles flexed. she liked challenges. at that moment it became about much more than just sleeping with you, she was practically infatuated.

you see, abby loved women. she adored the way they felt, their curves writhing underneath her. the subtle cries that fell from their lips at the slightest yet most intoxicating touches. and especially the addictive warmth she got just by being around them. it earned her the reputation of a womanizer across campus and while she wouldn’t deny it— this time her motivations were different. she wanted to charm you, she wanted to tease you, leaving on you edge while simultaneously granting you everything you could ever ask for. calling it crush felt strange but there wasn’t any other word for it, she was whipped.

“you get my flowers?”

you nodded, eyes darting toward the ground. images of purple lilacs crept into the corners of your vision. it was a reoccurring thing— each morning you awoke to a new bouquet splayed out in front of your door. there was no note, just a small card that read “to y/n, from abby,” and she’d been at it for weeks.

“good….we’ll keep the music down,” she offered you one last glance before retreating into the dorm. she lowered the speakers to a minimum continuing over to her bed. there she was awaited by a girl whose name she didn’t even know. not that it mattered much to her in the slightest. abby found her mind occupied by more pressing matters, all involving you. she couldn’t seem to shake the image of you in sheer pajamas from her memory. spurring it to do the complete opposite— latching on and burning its way to the forefront of her mind.

she wrapped her hands along the ankles of the mystery woman, gently pulling her toward the edge of the bed. abby forced her eyes closed, allowing pictures of you to pervade them. her hands trailed down between the woman’s inner thighs, teasing them as she cried aloud. she curled her fingers along the woman’s entrance, snapping them upwards in an almost ritualistic manner. abby repeated this over and over again until she was convinced it was you.

her chants grew fervently, “abby, abby, abby” traveling to the opposite side of the room where you slept. the noise was low at first and only noticeable to you. it began as a gentle whisper, prodding your ears before inevitably reaching your pussy. you didn’t want to succumb to it— secretly you adored the way it made you feel. the slight tingle that persisted with each chant. slowly you moved your hand to your navel, eyes darting over to a passed-out dina before proceeding.

you closed your eyes, pushing your index finger below the hem of your shorts. beginning slowly you rubbed your clit in controlled, delicate circles, suppressing the grunts and moans brimming the surface of your tongue. filthy images of abby intruded your thoughts, taking center stage as the cries of another woman became fuel. gradually you sped up employing another finger in the process. fragmented white spots clouded the outskirts of your vision as you worked faster, pressing down on your poor clit with much more force.

the woman’s chants become disheveled and scarce fizzling out as you chase your high, streams of pleasure ripping through your body. tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, you squeezed your legs together quickly breathing a sigh of relief. the realization was subtle initially, revealing the bits of truth you were reluctant to hear. however, one thing was for certain— the image of abby never once left you.

“so how’d it go last night?” dina asked, her voice pulling you away from your thoughts.

you snapped your head towards her, “what?” the two of you continued to class although your mind consistently found its way back to abby’s door.

maybe she knew? oh god, she knew.

technically you hadn’t done anything wrong but you couldn’t help but feel nervous. last night instilled you with a new, daring sense of bravery that you hadn’t experienced all semester. in your hands, you fiddled with the new bouquet— this time they were a collection of pink roses, all varying in color. you weren’t how long she’d keep it up but then again you weren’t complaining.

“last night with abby? they turned the music down so i’m guessing she must really have a thing for you.” her voice was drenched in all types of suggestive undertones, most of which you consciously chose to ignore. you despised yourself for feeling this way— there was nothing special about the way abby looked at you. she was the campus player and only a fool would be deceived into believing otherwise.

during chemistry you sat in your usual spot, secretly hoping abby would walk in. today you made more of an effort towards appearance, applying a bit more makeup than usual. wearing an even shorter outfit and dousing yourself in perfume. now that you knew abby was watching you wanted to impress her even if it was only for a short while. you rarely if ever sought attention from anyone in class but with her it was different. you wanted to stand out, vying for her attention amongst others.

halfway through the lecture, abby strode in, blue eyes directly locking with yours. a slight smirk took shape on her lips as she made her way towards you, taking the seat right beside you. your heartbeat sped rapidly, hammering against your chest. she leaned back in her chair completely disregarding the professor. to be honest, abby hadn’t planned on coming to class, and she had no intentions of staying.

she began, “y/n—“

“i have to focus.”

“i’ll be quick,” she leaned over closer, nearly brushing your thigh, “you got any plans for tonight?” shit— the thought of homecoming had completely slipped your mind. let alone what you planned to do. hanging out with dina was out of the question. and you preferred not to attend any fraternity party alone in addition to one of abby’s. you’d rather not spend most of the night watching her tongue your entire class for hours on end.

“i was thinking about having a party in our resident hall for homecoming, you wanna come? you can bring your friend—“

“i have a date,” you said louder than intended, it garnered a couple of stares from fellow peers and abby included. although this couldn’t have been further from the truth. yet it seemed better in hindsight. she fell silent for a moment, cerulean eyes peering through yours. for the first time, she was at a loss for words— and it was unusual for her. abby rarely had to chase, especially not against other people on campus but with you, she almost felt obligated to. somehow, someway it acknowledged the budding feelings that began to stir deep inside of her.

“if that falls through you know where to find me, promise i’ll make it worth your while— and if you do happen to show up, you should wear that perfume again, you smell really nice,” she whispered, the corners of her lips tugging up into a cocky grin. you expected her to leave right after although she made no attempts to. rather you felt her gaze settle on you, forcing the heat to buzz underneath your skin in response. everything about her demeanor was so arrogant and unbelievably hot. you hated admitting it you refused to. but you didn’t mind the attention, even more so you welcomed it.

soon the class drew to a close and you were the first one out. the surface skin felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by an unprecedented force. you couldn’t think straight. memories of abby and last night refused to let up occupying more space in your mind than usual. you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of her. yet the only thing you could focus on was the fact that she’d complimented you. still, you could feel it, her breath against your ear and the gentle brush of her skin against yours. it was small but impossible to forget.

as time inched by classes emptied with most students choosing their preferred method of celebration, except for you. your room was empty so you took advantage of the extra space by dressing yourself for the second time that day. you opted for a tight outfit one that revealed your assets without showing them outright. from the room over you could hear people begin to pile for abby’s party, queuing your exit. not before spraying yourself with perfume once more.

you walked along campus with no real goal in sight. the sky was a captivating mixture of cobalt and rosè, a sight that left you in awe. the sun was slowly easing its way down, shielded by the fluffy white clouds littered across the expansion. it was utterly beautiful. high pitched sounds from nearby insects rang out into the void as more followed suit. you continued even further heavily immersed in the nature around you. and it communicated one thing.

college was most definitely a scam, but this certainly wasn’t.

in all your days of living on campus, you hadn’t noticed this. largely because you’d been so concerned with yourself to really explore and truly venture out of your comfort zone. in many facets, it reminded you of abby, and more specifically what you felt for her. honestly, you didn’t know what it was, or what to call it. you had these preconceived notions of her of who she was that you hadn’t even bothered to investigate yourself. thus it kept you in a bubble one in which you’d never be able to confront your desire for her.

upon realizing this you turned on your heel sharply, speeding back towards your residential hall. as you pushed past the doors you were gearing up to fight— homecoming parties were usually a battle zone. yet once you stepped foot inside it was completely silent— alarmingly so. you continued towards abby’s door searching for an indication of a party but there weren’t any traces of one person let alone dozens of people.

you knocked on abby’s door once before it swung open. there was no party, no music or stray girls, and beer cups scattered across the room— just abby. a small grin spread across her lips as you stepped inside, the room was dimly lit by white candles. the sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon wafted in the air, reminiscent of your first encounter yet with a noticeable difference. you sat on the edge of her bed, purposely leaving a few feet between the two of you. the mattress dipped as abby took a seat on the opposite side, allowing for more tension to accumulate in the atmosphere.

she turned towards you, “where’s your date?”

“i don’t wanna talk about that,” you whispered. a warm giddy feeling aligned the pit of your stomach stirring nausea. but it was almost pleasant? abby affected you, one that you couldn’t quite describe. it was powerful and enticing enough to lead you back to her room and stay. it mimicked a fierce wave edging along a wet beach shore— you knew what was coming, nonetheless, you chose to remain.

“why are you so far away?” her voice was light, bordering on insatiable. it took everything not to look her way, let alone even make eye contact. you pressed your legs together fighting to contain the desire that was slowly mounting itself inside you. abby could sense it but she wanted— no needed to ease it out of you.

“you make me nervous,” you admitted, biting down on your lip with enough force to draw blood. sheer hints of aluminum lingered on your tongue but a bloody lip couldn’t have been further from your concerns. the air was thick and the scent grew stronger as abby stirred beside you. she didn’t move any closer although you secretly wished she had. since the moment you’d laid eyes on her a part of you, although tamed longed to be near her. you wanted to feel her muscles against the surface of your skin, observing the way they contracted underneath her clothes, bearing the utmost strength and intensity.

she chuckled, “is that what you came here to tell me?”

you shook your head, silently picking at your cuticles. the pain was distracting but not enough to force the words from your mouth. it wasn’t a matter of knowing it— abby already knew it. she could smell the lust practically radiating off your skin but she wanted to hear you say it. it served as confirmation— the girl she’d wanted all along was in the very palm of her hand.

your eyes flickered between hers, “you meant what you said earlier….making this worth my while?”

“come closer.” hesitantly you lifted yourself from the edge of the mattress, taking a seat just a mere inches away. you hadn’t been this close to her since earlier on, but even then it was never of this magnitude— never this sexually driven.

“what do you think?” she whispered, cupping a hand over yours. slowly she ran her thumb over your skin, fulfilling only a portion of your desires. your eyes fell towards her lips before trailing back up to her eyes. a similar need lingered in her gaze but abby refrained from making the first move. which wasn’t a stance she took often.

you slipped your hand out from under her grasp bringing them to her face. you pulled her in closer, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. abby’s hands traveled up your arms stopping at your elbows where she held them there, ushering you closer.

breathless, you pulled away, “is this okay? am i doing this right?”

“you’re perfect y/n, keep going,” abby cooed. she scooped you up in her arms pushing you back on the bed. your tongue swirled over hers allowing a low moan to escape from your lips. abby pressed against you harder, bringing her hands further south where they slipped under your knees. her touch felt magical making it even easier for you to lose control of yourself. you reached for the hem of abby’s shirt pulling it over her head as you kissed down her neck. offering extra attention to the skin just above her shoulders.

“fuck— i wanna taste you,” abby purred, sliding the lace panties down your legs. you pulled your dress up, offering her an ample view of your body. however she refused to rush, she wanted to prolong the experience turning her attention towards your chest. she cupped your tits in her hands, bringing them to her mouth. needing at one mound she latched onto the other, swirling her tongue around your nipple. she continued sucking fervently allowing her free hand to roam down your thigh.

“yes, yes— just like that,” you cried digging your fingernails into the surface of abby’s skin. creating sharp crescents all along her bicep. she brushed her finger to your pussy watching as you shuddered away.

abby pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, “you gotta relax for me, alright?” you nodded, spreading your legs open further she began at your clit. going back and forth in slow torturous circles. you attempted to move your hips forward, desperate for more when abby pulled away, shaking her head.

“be patient. i’ll take care of you, i promise.” the pleasure was practically overwhelming. you threw your head back as abby applied more pressure to your clit, slipping her index finger into your dripping pussy. wet squelching sounds pervaded the air around you the faster she went. curving her finger up to meet your spongy g-spot. her pace increased, revealing veins that traveled up the expanse of abby’s arm- however it didn’t deter her.

“how’s that hm? better?” her tone was tauntingly low and addictive. moans spilled from your lips in response as you clutched onto her, near the verge of seeing stars.

“c’mon baby, tell me.” this time she slipped in her middle finger, watching as it slid in effortlessly. instinctively you clenched around her yelping at the newfound contact. your entire body was set ablaze, engulfed in flames as abby worked bringing you to new heights. soon began to move along with her hand, desperately chasing your orgasm.

“i’m so close— fuck— don’t stop, don’t stop please.” your voice became caught and your vision darkened, pitch-black shards clouding it. you buried your face in her neck as abby held you close. her arm pressing into the small of your back.

“i know it’s a lot, but you can trust me,” she whispered. you pulled away from her, hot tears brimming the corners of your eyes. you expected the sex but you hadn’t expected this. there was a certain level of vulnerability present between the two of you, it was both raw and completely unprecedented. before you even had a chance to comment on it, abby silenced you, pressing her lips to yours.

“i want you to sit on my face.”

“what?” you sputtered, unsure if you’d heard her correctly. however, abby’s face remained completely unchanged. she shot you a reassuring smile before laying flat on her back. huffing a quick breath you inched over to her, placing your legs on either side of her head. you lowered yourself on her mouth, moaning at the warm contact. abby wrapped her arms around both of your thighs, hungrily pressing you to her face.

it was nearly impossible to move under her grasp. abby kept you bound to one place as she ran her tongue along your pussy. sloppily lapping your fluids that escaped into her mouth. she hummed at the taste, relentlessly flicking her tongue against your folds. a small knot began to develop at the pit of your stomach, growing and tightening with each movement. abby worked tirelessly against you, desperate to push to your last and final high. your moans grew louder and more ardent, replicating that of the mystery woman from earlier.

“abby, abby, abby,” you cried, doubling over as your legs gave out, surrendering completely to abby’s will. she continued lapping your fluids, sucking feverishly until you were a babbling mess— way past the point of oblivion. triggering the massive knot at the basis of your stomach.

shakily you tumbled over on the opposite side of abby, out of breath and sweaty. when she joined you clear fluids coated the outskirts of her mouth and her chest was completely doused. with the last bit of strength you could fester you turned towards her placing a kiss on her mouth before pulling away. clear remnants of your orgasm still immobilizing you.

“thank you,” she whispered, running her hand across your back, gently easing you into a slumber as you nuzzled into her. the gentle thump of abby’s heart lulling you.

you awoke to hushed whispers coming from the door. abby’s space beside you was empty. she stood by the door, her face beet red and contorted. across from her was a blonde woman, she looked utterly unfamiliar but she blended in perfectly with abby’s past hookups. she wore little to no clothes and her under eyes were decorated with red at the rims. indicating that she was most definitely high.

“got your text abs, c’mon let’s get outta here,” she giggled, tugging on abby’s arm.

“now isn’t a good time, you need to go.” her voice was alarmingly serious which was a rare sight. you did your best to remain silent, yet the nature of their conversations left a bad taste in your mouth.

“why?” she sneered, pushing her way into the dorm, “is it because of her? she know you have a girlfriend?”

girlfriend? girlfriend?

“you hear that? i’m her girlfriend,” she shouted.

you could throw up. your head spun in circles, spurring nausea already building in your stomach. abby had a girlfriend? confusion laced with anger completely distorted your vision. yet you didn’t spare another moment. it was too late for explanations, now you were the fool.

you should’ve seen it coming.

abby whipped back towards you stammering, “shit y/n— just let me explain.”

it was too late. the girl wrapped an arm around abby’s waist planting a kiss to her cheek that only made you taste the bile. you needed to get out of there with whatever was left of your fragmented dignity. you pushed past abby and the blonde, ripping your arm from abby’s grasp when she tried to touch you. it no longer had that same effect— it was foreign.

“y/n wait— hear me out please.”

you tuned out abby’s voice storming into your room before slamming it shut. a sharp pang ricocheted throughout your body as you seethed, grappling with your emotions. you hated this. you hated the control she maintained over you, it was paralyzing. but what made it even more infuriating? all the more screwed up and deranged? you still wanted her.

college is a fucking scam.

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lov3m3darling · 1 year

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Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 2

Heyyy 😊 So I'm really glad a lot of you seem to like what I'm doing here. You're all very kind ❤️

I woke up feeling pretty good today so I figured I'd be at least a little productive and write another part ✨️ How long should this be?? I'm totally down to make this a long fic if ya'll would like that. I would still write oneshots and headcannons in between chapters of course 🤗

Idk, lemme know

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, eye imagery, slight blood/injury, mention of a kn*fe)!!!

💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙

Wally spent that evening thinking of nothing but you.

Your smile, your eyes, your laugh...

It was like his world finally had color again. He imagined the date vividly...bringing you flowers when he arrived at your door, showing you around town while you held his arm, picking a nice grassy spot in the shade for your picnic.

Would you dress up just for him? Would he hear your charming laugh when he made jokes? Could he...kiss you?

Wally covered his blushing face at the idea, and Home rolled their eyes, creaking mockingly.

Wally sat up from where he was laying across his chair.

"You don't understand, Home! (Y/n) is...they're so..."

He tried to describe you, but could only manage a happy, dreamy sigh. Suddenly, he heard a record player start up.

A love song.

"HOME!!" Wally exclaimed, his face now entirely red. Home knocked quietly, almost like a sly snicker. Wally sighed again.

"Oh, but...I could just imagine asking them to dance with me to a song like this. Wouldn't they look divine? ...Home, what on earth is wrong with me?"

The music stopped, and Home creaked.

"Lovesick? What are you talking about? I'm not sick, I feel fit as a fritter!"

Home's eyes rolled yet again, and the front door swung open with a squeak.

"You're right. Frank can explain it to me, I'm sure. He's very smart!"

With that, Wally set out towards Frank's house.

Meanwhile, you were in your own house, fussing over your clothing options. Clothes were strewn across your otherwise tidy bedroom as you dug through your closet and rejected nearly every article of clothing you owned.

But then, hanging at the very back, you spotted the miracle you were hoping for!

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(Option 1: a multicolored striped blazer and pants combo with a white dress shirt underneath and some red sneakers to keep it from being TOO dressy!)

(Option 2: a white, knee-length dress with multicolored polka-dots and a pair of red ballet flats. and for a cute little accessory, some red apple earrings!)

(...orrrrr any combo of the two! Up to you! Doesn't really matter, I just wanted to give some visuals here. Reminder: ya dress like a cartoon character because ya ARE one!)

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Oh, it was perfect! You'd been saving this outfit for a special occasion, and if a date wasn't the perfect situation, you didn't know what was!

You carefully hung it up for tomorrow, then made your way to the kitchen to pack the picnic basket.

As you sliced up an apple, you couldn't help but think about Wally. You'd only just met him that morning, and yet you already had a massive crush on the guy.

But who could blame you? There was just something so charming about him. And strangely suave, too. He seemed like the type of guy to bring you flowers and kiss your hand...a gentleman.

"Ow! Oh dear.."

Maybe cutting an apple wasn't the best time to be daydreaming...

"Tsk..."

You sighed, setting the knife down to go grab a bandage for the small cut on your finger.

But suddenly, there was a panicked knock on your door.

"Who in the world..?"

You settled for wrapping your finger in a tissue, and went to answer the door.

Wally stood, wide-eyed, on your stoop. He seemed worried.

"(Y-Y/n) I was walking by and heard you yelp!"

Your face felt a little hot. You didn't realize you'd been so loud...

"Oh, I'm sorry to worry you but I'm alright. I was slicing an apple for our picnic and...well...I suppose my mind was somewhere else. And silly me, I cut my finger a little..."

Wally's eyes shifted past you and looked at the knife on the counter, and his pupils grew and shrank again in a matter of just a second. You barely noticed.

"Thank goodness, I thought something terrible had happened. I don't know what I'd do if-...ah, would you like me to help you? I have bandages at Home.."

You were about to decline, when you realized something. You didn't have any of that stuff! You'd only just moved, after all.

So, you had to agree and let Wally lead you to his house.

Home's eyes fixed on you when they spotted you approaching with Wally. The door opened, but the squeak it made sounded like a question.

"(Y/n) is coming in for a moment so I can tend to the cut on their finger, if that's alright"

Home said nothing else, but the door remained open, so Wally nodded and brought you inside.

He had you sit on the couch while he retrieved a box of bandages and a cotton ball soaked in something that smelled like a hospital.

Carefully, he removed and threw away the tissue you'd wrapped around it, and looked it over. A tiny drop of blood trickled out and you winced, feeling like a little kid with a scraped knee again.

But Wally just smiled and brought your hand to his lips, gently licking away the drop as he gazed up at you lovingly. His pupils grew just a little, and you felt as if you would combust at any moment.

Wally chuckled and cleaned the cut with the cotton ball before wrapping a blue bandage around your finger and giving it a kiss.

"You've turned red, (y/n). Feeling alright~?"

"I-I don't...w-why did you...?"

He laughed.

"You're so silly, (y/n). It had to be wiped away, what was I supposed to do?"

You couldn't answer him. Your face was entirely too flushed and any nervous jumble of words your brain could think up just wouldn't come out no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, I know! I'll sign your bandage. People do that with casts, I think! Barnaby says it helps the person feel better faster"

Suddenly, he was back to normal. Acting just as he did when you first met him.

Wally left the room for a moment and returned with a red crayon. He took your hand and gently wrote his name and a smiley face on the bandage before helping you up from the couch. He smiled at you.

"How's that? Does it feel better?"

"M-Much better. Thank you, Wally.."

You excused yourself so you could continue to get ready for tomorrow, and left, waving to Home as you went.

You shut the door to your own house and slid down it, finally being able to breathe and think.

What WAS that?! He licked your cut! Why?!

After a few deep breaths, you collected yourself and stood up, returning to the kitchen. You went to pick the knife back up, only to realize the blade had snapped off of the handle and was in several pieces...

"How did that happen..?" you wondered aloud. For some reason, looking at it gave you a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach and you hastily threw it away.

As you did, you glanced at the bandage on your finger again. You weren't sure where the thought came from, but his name written on it almost felt like a claim over you more than a nice gesture.

And...why were you strangely okay with that...?

💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙🍎💛🍎💙

Too much? 😅 That was a little intense, I know. But I promised yandere, and I keep my promises. Of course it's never gonna be a downright lemon 🍋 🚫 but who says it cant be just a liiiiiittle spicy? Just a dash of pepper, am I right?

Anyways, hope this was good 😊 more to come!

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home fanfic #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #wally darling fanfic #obsessive wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling x you

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ExACTLY tobi is a bitch bastard let him be grumpy asshole. Where’s the grit?

see i get what u are saying (you are right where is the grit) but just saying it like thjis is while yeah true he (put simply) is a total bitch and stern falling more reductive/short of my point tht i'm supposed to believe the younger brother of the most powerful shinobi (from a beloved clan too) in recorded history would curl up and cower like a hurt animal due to lame circumstances (that would never happen) like people calling him names so he flees and cries or his dad being cartoonishly cruel and big bad seme madara swoops in to meanly/suavely save the day like some real damsel in distress type stuff (<-and i'm not even going to begin to touch on the reverting back to traditional gender roles that many of these things imply, and especially not the ill-informed [and dare i say very savior complex like] ways people react to traumatized people that obviously is the author's pov on how to handle it lmao) like a lot of these....... implications ad characterizations are just in the end very silly. and i think one should make an oc at that point, if u are going to go so far to remove the guy from his whole source material and personality and /entire powers/ it really does not make sense to me and makes tobirama adn by extension madara unrecognizable. which you can do, you can make ocs for series it's fine. and far be it from me who jabbers on about putting tobirama in a maid outfit and making him clean house like a bad porno because i am a contemptible pervert to say aaaaanything ever (neck-deep in sarcasm) but at least i OWN IT and i have the wherewithal to be obviously facetious about it because i like him for who he is from the ground up, and it's funny in my head to make a stupidly overpowered and sour and sharp-witted man wear a cute pink bow on his head sometimes, and others too can obviously see its a joke. so in the end it's just like why bother if u are going to just wring the guy dry of everything that makes him tobirama. tbh it's gotten annoying to a point. and like i really don't want to hear it about ~let people do what they want you bitch~ like obviously you can do whatever you want. that's not my point w this (do i have to highlight that in red) it's just that does not make one exempt from people actively taking part in your arena being like 'i do not recognize this character that you are supposed to be writing about and what i came here for' especially if the tropes are ridiculously prolific and quite frankly eyeroll-worthy, like i would walk into a gas station and grab a sprite and the cashier charges me for a pepsi. i just don't like how much woobie tobirama there is in the little corner of fandom i occupy as the ratio at times seems more skewed toward that and if this post makes you mad perhaps consider you are looking in a mirror

#ppppp #anonymous #lenask #anyway im going back to drawing madara spitting in tobirama's mouth which im probably more suited to do than wear my complainypants

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If/when Rob comes back do you want them back at the mill or in the new second flat?

Bonus question: Do you want Rob to kick Cain’s butt as much as I do? (the comparison comment) because i would love for Rob to get some aggression out ;)

Hi!!!!! Thank you so much for your ask!! You have no idea how much I love it!! ❤️

I want Robron in the Big House!

Here's what I want. And I have been dreaming about this aka writing a story in me head for years now.

I want Aaron to focus on his business. Do something with cars, make an honest living. Then he meets an elderly gentleman - kinda like Lawrence but a father figure, as opposed to a lusting, sorry, self-pitying person like him. His son is gay and he couldn't accept it at first, so he doesn't have a relationship with him and his family and very much regrets that.

This gentleman notices Aaron at an automobile show when Aaron nonchalantly solves an issue demonstrating he knows cars. Over a pint he gets to know Aaron and takes a liking to him- kinda like his son. And Aaron also finds a friend with whom he can speak without baggage (of people knowing everything about him). And he can talk cars. This man gives him advice and contacts and Aaron begins to grow his business all the while, this guy is in the background. No one in the village knows about him because it's Aaron's sacred happy place. This gentleman knows about Robert, Aaron's struggles etc.

Actually, speaking with him, gives Aaron the courage to go after what he wants and he finally decides to knock some sense into Robert and bring him home.

****

Robert returns to a very different village and a very different Aaron. While Robert is still struggling to get his bearings, Aaron is a successful businessman and had weirdly (to Robert) wears a suit unironically! And Aaron has put up an offer on the Big House and it gets accepted! This means extending the business to include Emmerdale farm. Aaron did it so that Robert could get a head start and be in his comfort zone. But Robert is not so comfortable. The roles have been reversed now...Aaron is rich, successful and suave and Robert is ...well .... unsettled. Plus, there is this guy Aaron goes out to meet- who is purely business, Aaron has assured him - but no one in the village knows about him!!

What is going on? Is this Aaron taking revenge for all those years he had to put up with Rebecca or .... Robert is conflicted and also struggling with mental health.

Meanwhile Aaron is on cloud 9 thinking, for the first time in his life, he has his love, his work and his life in order! Plus, no one can stop them from having Seb now even with their records. If only Liv was here to see it! He has no idea what is going on in Robert's mind.....

*the story continues with a little bit of angst and Robert being a little bit of pain but it is all resolved amicably and has an adorable happy ending*

And then they move on to the Seb custody SL and then the surrogacy SL.

If I had any say in Emmerdale and had all the power in the world, this would be how it goes! 😂

#robron #robert sugden #aaron dingle #ryan hawley #danny miller #truelove #aaron and robert #aaron sugden dingle #robert sudgen dingle #robron ask #emmerdale thoughts #robron emmerdale

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[ even in the next life ] hayakawa aki

♡ contains: 561 words. heavy (?) angst, major character death, major spoilers (for anime watchers)

♡ summary: you love aki more than anything in this world; he taught you the beauty of waking up every day, but he didn't teach you how to wake up every single day without him

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the love you had for aki is immeasurable, to the point that it's too unreal.

everytime his eyelashes flutter, his chest heaves, his lips curve into a small sweet smile—it becomes more and more difficult for you to breathe, for you to think normally.

aki moves with such grace and suave. his hands were rough, scarred from his every mission but everytime it touches your skin, it feels soft, feels heavenly. his muscles flex everytime he carries heavy things but he makes it look lightweight, as if it doesn't weigh anything at all.

his voice never fails to put you in a trance, gradually lulling you in a daze where the only people inside are the two of you. and when he has his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting into the space between your neck and shoulders—it makes you feel like the world exists solely for you and him.

you love aki an insane amount, even more than anything in this world, more than you or anyone can ever imagine.

it's not hard to love hayakawa aki, to love a man whose face resembles that of an angel, a man who could make anyone fall for him if he wanted to. to fall in love with a man whose personality could make anyone crave even a slightest amount of his attention.

you were lucky enough to have him, to have him by your side, to be able to touch such unreal figure. to have him whisper in your ear, confess his undying love—his love that he vows that'll never fade, that could last forever, even in his next life.

aki was your candle, someone who guides your feet amidst the darkness. someone who provides you warmth in your bleakest days. but as if the candle was blown, aki left you–with his cremated body in an urn, in this house you used to share.

this house that was used to be filled with mirth, intimacy and endless promises has morphed into a weary and melancholic prison. detaining you with the reality that the man you love so much is gone, dead.

“aki why did you leave me?” you cried loudly, holding his picture frame in your chest, it hurts so much. he promised, vowed to love you with all of his heart, to choose you and only you until the end, to stay by your side for all your life—but he's gone, he's never coming back.

“aki…please”

no matter how many prayers, no matter how many times you call his name he'll never hear them, it'll never come true. and you know that, you're perfectly aware of it, but you held on to that foolish thought that he might come back, that this was all a dream and by the time you wake up he'll kiss you, wipe your tears and tell you it's only a nightmare.

“...please come back”

it's painful; to steal a glance at his urn, to gaze at his photos, to listen to his audio recordings—it makes you squeeze your chest in agony, makes you cry and scream his name until your voice turns hoarse, till you could feel your body going numb.

and yet, even if your heart aches, shattered into a million pieces, even if you seem to lose yourself, it's still him—still aki you'd choose to love even in the next lifetime.

#🍫. triple treat #hayakawa aki angst #hayakawa aki x reader #hayakawa aki x you #hayakawa aki imagines #hayakawa aki scenarios #aki x reader #aki x you #aki imagines #aki angst #csm x reader #csm x you #csm angst #csm imagines #chainsaw man angst #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man imagines

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Astarion in Dracula

So people have noticed that in Dracula, Dracula comes across as suave and intimidating until you realize he does stuff like "I don't have any servants but I need to fake it, so I put on a fake beard and hat to pick up Mr. Harker, then I run back into my castle and change into new clothes," and, "I can control wolves, but there are no wild wolves in England anymore, so I run to a zoo and kidnap a wolf, then throw him through a window. The wolf placidly walks home the next day."

Now I'm imagining that something like this happens to future Astarion, and he's in a Dracula-esque plot where he is the vampire being hunted by a plucky band of normal people turned adventurers. While they're all like, "he is horrifying and must be a master strategist," he's being cringefail in the background.

My first caveat is that the plucky hunters should not be villainized, even if they are hunting (relatively) innocent Spawn!Astarion. They're not trying to kill him just because he's a vampire; even in the book, the hunters are after Dracula because he killed their friend and might kill others. They might be after our favorite vampy boi, but this isn't, "stupid vampire hunters harass innocent vampire for no good reason."

Depending on whether this is Spawn!Astarion or Ascended!Astarion, things might go differently.

Spawn

Centuries after the events of the game, after the end of Tav's natural lifespan, Astarion is still an adventurer, and has a house in Baldur's Gate. Maybe they did find a way to let him walk under the sun, or maybe they didn't.

But he's still immortal, and after a few centuries of staying in the same place for too long without visibly aging (he's still an elf, after all), he enlists the help of a solicitor to purchase a new house in Waterdeep and write up a will that allows his (totally real) son to inherit all his stuff. Things go okay for a while, but not-Jonathan Harker notices all kinds of weird stuff around him, such as the bottles of blood ("I'm a doctor, darling; it's a new kind of treatment called blood transfusion."), his lack of a reflection ("Trick mirror."), and possibly his red eyes and sunlight sensitivity ("It's the drow heritage, dear.").

Then after he finally moves to Waterdeep, some entirely normal serial killer shows up. And now not-Jonathan realizes that Mr. Astarion Ancunin was a vampire this whole time, and suspects that he's the one behind all the ghastly murders. Lots of paperwork ensues, and they discover both his life as a magistrate and his adventures during the games. If he can't walk in the sun, they conclude that he became a vampire after the events of the game because so many records mention that he was outside during the day, and lament how he was once a good man.

However, they never actually inform Astarion while they're hunting him that they think he's behind the murders. So he thinks they're after him for being a vampire, while they think that he's a gleeful murderer.

He could simply kill them all, but they're still innocent people who haven't actually done anything. He could also walk away, but he's not leaving behind all his stuff, godsdamnit! So he figures that the most fun would be to Scooby-Doo them out of Waterdeep.

Hilarity ensues. Everybody lives as well.

Ascended

For this one, Astarion is guilty, and probably was behind everything.

I admit I don't have much for this besides vibes, and those vibes are, "Ascended Astarion takes every possible opportunity to gloat that he's invincible." Not-Mina and not-Lucy are walking along the seaside one sunny morning, and they see him floating on an inner tube, wearing sunglasses and holding a tropical drink, shouting, "Come on in; the water's great!" Not-Seward and not-Van Helsing are at a medical conference and he's just there, waving at them. While they think they're safe in their houses, he breaks in and turns every bit of furniture upside down and write a note in the fanciest cursive saying, "Ahahahahaha! Mwahahahaha! Yrs. Astarion Ancunin."

Actual Dracula

I might actually make a fanfic for this.

So in this one, Astarion literally gets isekai'd into the plot of Dracula. Kinda. After Dracula finishes his correspondence with Jonathan Harker, Dracula vanishes and Astarion shows up in his castle. Some of the same story beats, but with different context.

I think Spawn Astarion would be funnier for this, because he'd be like, "damndamndamn, okay, deep breaths, I can work with this," while the Ascendant would try to take over Earth for real.

I also think that the best replacement for Dracula's 'brides' would be Sebastian. Sebastian might not be Astarion's spawn, but Astarion is partially responsible for him becoming one. I had also considered Tav as his spawn, or maybe the whole party, but the question of how they became spawn aside, they'd all be too sensible about this. This is Astarion's trainwreck.

Not all of Dracula's vampire weaknesses apply to dnd vampire spawn, and the ones that do might not work the same way. Turns out that holy symbols don't work on them at all, so none of the tricks with crucifixes and communion wafer would work ("I'm sorry, are you trying to murder me with crackers? *wry giggle* That's a first.") Dracula specifies garlic flowers while dnd goes for the more popular garlic bulbs, and the weakness to running water is "physically impeded from even using a bridge except at slack and flood of tide" in the book and "burns like acid but still possible to jump across" in dnd. Someone once pointed out that this is the first time Van Helsing ever dealt with a vampire, so he's throwing everything he can at Dracula without knowing for sure which things actually work.

The residents of the village around the castle notice that they aren't being bitten in the night, and that there are more dead wolves drained of blood. They still sit up at night with stakes in their hands, not unjustifiably. Astarion stays away, and hopes that their fear of the previous tenant is enough for them to not come charging in with stakes.

Jonathan showing up might be a complete surprise. Astarion and Sebastian have no idea what day it is, or how to read an Earth calendar, so even though they have Dracula's half of the correspondence, they think that he came and left, and Dracula with him. Jonathan thinks that Dracula forgot to pick him up from the pass, but his fear of not being good at his job led him to brave the woods the day after his appointment. During the day, of course.

Then Astarion is like, "Yes, I am Dracula," as he realizes that he can con his way into a ticket to a new city.

Jonathan talks to Astarion for hours about property law and suchlike because Astarion was a magistrate. Jonathan might ask more about his past, but Astarion deflects as much as possible.

From Jonathan's perspective, he's like, "Dracula is a fine fellow, so articulate and graceful," while Astarion is like, "Shit, he has to eat, doesn't he?!" and tries to make a halfway decent meal with Sebastian, both of them panicking.

"I do hope you enjoy wolf, it is a local delicacy."

"Really? Fascinating! None of the other villages I've stayed in served wolf!"

"It is a very local delicacy."

Would Astarion keep Jonathan hostage? I don't think he would unless Jonathan discovered his secret. But I can see that he would insist that Jonathan stay longer because he want to keep up the illusion of being a good host, and that includes driving him back to the last town... when he has no idea where that is. He could drive him to the village, if he wasn't sure that they wouldn't drive a stake through his heart right away. So while he keeps delaying, on the inside he's like, "Where are those damn maps?!"

I can see that Sebastian never learned to suppress his hunger. One night, Jonathan accidentally wanders into his side of the castle. Sebastian wants to just have a friendly chat, but his hunger wins out and he's about to bite him, so Astarion has to restrain him. Then Astarion feeds him a family of rabbits or something cute; he's not going to steal a baby.

Astarion and Sebastian won't board the Demeter, even if Dracula already has tickets. Stuck surrounded by running water with no animals to drink from? They'll just take the train, and then cross the English Channel on a midnight ferry or something. Not like they have the 'soil of your homeland' restriction. Of course, they're not paying for any of it; they're going to sneak aboard when nobody's looking.

Speaking of those boxes of dirt, Astarion is just happy to have a ton of property that someone else paid for, and is perplexed by the boxes. So he and Sebastian just use them to pot begonias or something.

Once the action shifts to England, the plot would change a lot more, since Astarion and Sebastian aren't actively malicious. I think they'd still end up in Whitby because Carfax Abbey might be the only decent home Dracula purchased; all the others were just cheap emergency safehouses to store his boxes of dirt.

Renfield can still sense when Astarion and Sebastian arrive, even though they're not the same kind of vampire. Astarion isn't above using him, and they both drink from him while Astarion promises to turn him one day. They never admit that they can't.

Speaking of turning, Lucy can't rise as a vampire either. I don't even know if they'd bite her to begin with; Astarion restricts himself to people they were going to kill anyways (and Tav). Lucy sleepwalking might be convenient for Dracula, who doesn't care if she wakes up halfway through or dies, but Astarion and Sebastian have more caution (and scruples).

But Lucy being bitten drives half the plot. Val Helsing only enters because Dr. Seward calls him in, the skeptics only believe in vampires once they see her rise from the grave, and everyone swears to avenge her death. If the vampires don't hurt Lucy, then the whole plot goes off the rails.

This brainworm has seized me and I am now thinking of a title. Astarion Annually? Count Astarion the Un-Dead?

#dracula #astarion ancunin #astarion #baldur's gate #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #jonathan harker

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 18

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2931

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Unlike the rest of his housemates, Jungkook wasn't an oblivious idiot. Being the youngest didn't mean he didn't have eyes. He was completely unsurprised that they had all fallen for you.

He himself had liked you since the first tutoring session his freshman year. You were pretty and smart, with an easy smile and a way of guiding his understanding of concepts and proofs that made the knowledge feel earned. Your explanations were simple, and you never once made him feel dumb or small. After meeting you, he had been determined to shed lame, shy, high school Jungkook for a suave, confident college guy that would make you fall madly in love with him.

So he asked his roommate, who seemed to have a different girl over every weekend, for advice. After all, he must have been doing something right if his bed was never empty.

Unfortunately you were less than impressed, and it had quickly become apparent that his forced bravado was making inverse progress. So he switched gears. You were so sweet and nice that he was sure you wouldn't think his real personality was lame or dorky.

And you thought it was the banana milk that had made the difference. Hah!

… Well okay, maybe it had sped up his decision making process. But he'd already been getting tired of being a dick. It had only taken two sessions to realize he was being a fucking moron, but he couldn't figure out how to drop the act without looking like even more of an idiot. Thank god for that extra drink. He knew it was silly, but when he was in a particularly dreamy mood he liked to imagine that the fact that it was his favorite beverage was fate.

The tutoring sessions with you quickly became the highlight of his week. Once he had managed to pull his head out of his ass, your polite professionalism had quickly evolved into genuine smiles that meant more to him than any test score. He lived for the proud gleam in your eyes when something finally clicked, or the way you'd ruffle his hair when he aced another exam.

"Great work, Kookie! You don't even need me anymore," you had once joked, to which he'd violently protested.

The truth was that you were right, from a school standpoint. But he wasn't about to give up his time with you. Not until he worked up the courage to tell you how he felt, at least.

He realized you still saw him as a bit of a kid, especially due to his initial behavior, and you were probably right - fresh out of high school was probably not the time to be confessing his undying love for his tutor.

Thus he gave himself time to grow, enjoying his first year as a young, single college guy. He made friends, went to parties, flirted with girls, and even successfully took some of them home. A few even became flings. Nothing serious ever developed though, not with your smile firmly lodged in the recesses of his mind.

It was a huge relief when the first year was up and he was able to move in with his hyungs. The dumb rule of having to reside in the dorms during freshman year had forced him into sexile so many times he might as well have lived there already. As soon as the semester ended, he had packed up his dorm in record time and could probably have beaten Jin's car to the house in his eagerness.

Between his friends and schoolwork, that first summer had flown by. His parents commended him on being so dedicated to his education that he opted to take some summer classes, not knowing that he had frantically looked up available courses that would fulfill his Gen Ed requirements as soon as he learned you'd be staying around. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but it also doubled as a good excuse not to spend the vacation back home twiddling his thumbs and wondering what his friends were up to. He at least hoped it didn't make him a creep.

With the library having limited open hours during the lazier summers, the two of you had begun meeting at Taehyung's cafe - when he wasn't working. It wasn't that Jungkook didn't want the two of you to meet or anything, especially since you clearly went enough to know all the baristas already. He just had such limited time with you that he wanted it all to himself.

"Hey Kookie!"

Those had very nearly been the last words he would ever hear, because upon seeing you he had inhaled a half melted ice cube.

The University library was notorious for its frigid temperatures. In the winter, drafts permeated the building, and in the summer they blasted the air conditioning so hard they were probably a major factor in global warming. Because of this cursed fact, he had never seen so much as a bare ankle from you until that day..

To go from that to a light, fluttery dress that showcased bare legs and thin straps that highlighted your shoulders was enough to fluster him as if he were some old Victorian man. And it was his favorite shade of yellow. Despite knowing it was just a coincidence, he decided to file that away as another sign, like the banana milk.

Besides the excitement of being able to see exposed body parts like knees and elbows, it was nice to meet in a more casual setting. You were more relaxed, and there were times where after the session ended the two of you would stay longer just to drink coffee and hang out. It couldn't have been more perfect if he had planned it.

Except the little fact that as your relationship became closer, he learned you had a boyfriend. He would come find you at the cafe sometimes, interrupting Jungkook's time with you and earning himself a place on the younger boy's permanent shit list.

The younger boy didn't mean to be petty, he really didn't. He might be halfway in love with you, but he wasn't a homewrecker. It was just, the guy had been so meh. He was attractive enough, funny enough, and nice enough. That was it. He was just enough. You could do way better, Jungkook or otherwise.

Summer faded into autumn, your sessions moved back to the library, and you stayed with your boyfriend. For the whole rest of the semester. It was all the more frustrating because he could tell you weren't even really happy with the guy - just not unhappy enough to do anything about it. All he could do was grit his teeth and deal with it.

When Namjoon had mentioned that a girl might be moving in, Jungkook had been skeptical. Everyone in the house got along on such a fundamental level that adding someone new to the mix, no matter what gender, seemed like a bad idea. He was willing to meet the person, sure, but his expectations weren't high.

And then you appeared in the living room, taking him by complete surprise. It had to be another sign, like the blessed banana milk, or the yellow dress. He was pleased when Taehyung had immediately vouched for you, though he knew you would easily win everyone over. One smile was all it would take for you to begin to wiggle your way into the cracks of everyone's heart.

You officially moved in, and when he found out the reason you were looking for a new place so abruptly he was torn between rage at your ex, elation that you were single, and guilt at his elation. He had been fully ready to show you what a great friend and roommate (and thus boyfriend) he was, hopeful that maybe now that you were single you would start to see him in a different light.

The only snag was your little announcement that first night, where you essentially declared yourself off limits to everyone in the house. Jungkook had to respect that, despite it being a disappointing discovery. It kind of sucked that he had to give up before even being allowed to try, but it was still worth it to be able to spend time with you every day, and he would take snuggles and head rubs over nothing at all.

He also kept in mind that the rule had been made before you really got to know everyone, and that it was probably more to prevent awkward hook-up scenarios than anything else. He hoped you would reevaluate your decision eventually, but if the only role he could play in your life was that of a younger brother, he would take it.

Even if he secretly wished it would devolve into one of those incest pornos where you would one day realize your undeniable, uncontrollable attraction to him and then you two would proceed to romantically get it on over his linear algebra homework.

While he would rather you see him as a man, he would still take what affection he could get. So he took full advantage of his position as the baby of the house.

It let him get away with things no one else did, like calling dibs on your head rubs, or wriggling between you and whoever happened to be sitting next to you on the couch. Sometimes you would scold him, but most of the time he only had to widen his eyes and pout for you to relent and stroke his hair.

On bad days he would flop onto the couch and lay his head in your lap, and all it took was your gentle fingers to make everything better. You might just see him as a cute little sibling, but he knew it was too late for him to stop his feelings. He was the youngest, but in this case he might as well be as old as Jin because he had fallen and couldn't get back up.

It was all as perfect as a platonic relationship could possibly be, and he still loved spending time with you. Though he sometimes had to force down the pangs of disappointment that bubbled into his chest, there were some incidents that gave him hope.

One was the way your eyes lingered on his abs whenever he walked around shirtless. Which he admittedly began doing on purpose as soon as he first noticed. Another was the way your face would sometimes go pink when he picked you up or manhandled you.

He only really did that when you beat him in video games. What you didn't realize is that he sometimes lost on purpose so he'd have an excuse to be a brat and annoy you. Please, as if Jungkook could actually lose to someone who mained Kirby in Smash.

It had the inadvertent effect of making you think you were better than you actually were. Which was why he was now chasing you through the house to force you to drink the penalty shot you had suggested.

"Yoongi, save me!"

You tried to hide behind the older boy as he sat eating a tangerine in the kitchen. Yoongi took one look at you, then the rapidly approaching maknae, and immediately moved out of the way. He added insult to injury by pushing you in front of him. You gasped at the betrayal and Jungkook smirked, easily grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

"Nooooooo, why would you do this to me?" You cried while he carried you out of the room. Yoongi just shrugged and resumed peeling his fruit.

It was actually kind of hilarious how little the discovery of everyone else's feelings had affected the dynamics of the house. They were all maybe a little clingier, and there were now knowing looks sometimes shared over your head, but otherwise it was business as usual.

He knew it was probably because despite the group meeting, they were all a little scared of pushing over the first domino and disturbing the current pleasant limbo of the house. He himself wanted to give everyone a little time to relax without school before dropping a potential nuke on the house dynamics.

Taehyung and Jimin came into the kitchen to see the results of the chase and immediately began snickering at your predicament. Really, you had no one to blame but yourself. Jungkook had been the one to challenge you to a match, but you were the one who had brought drinking into it.

You were usually so responsible, it was adorable when you let your immaturity come out. He liked that he was able to coax that side out of you. You huffed in indignation, redoubling your efforts to escape his grip.

"Put me down, you big buff - ah!"

In response to your struggles, Jungkook had unthinkingly slapped your ass. What no one had expected was the breathy squeak that erupted from your lips, or the way your upper body went completely limp over his shoulder. Because of his grip on you, he had felt the way your legs clenched at his actions, and his brain was now short-circuiting.

"Um," he said stupidly, while Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi stared at you in various degrees of shock. A deafening silence fell over the kitchen and you hid your burning face in your hands, completely humiliated.

"I… you can put me down, I'll take the shot," you muttered weakly. Jungkook mutely complied, body on autopilot while his brain tried to decipher what the hell had just happened. It was proving difficult, because all of his blood seemed to have rushed elsewhere.

You left the room, determinedly avoiding eye contact with everyone. Yoongi and Taehyung stared after you, the former's tongue flicking over his lips involuntarily. When you were out of earshot, Jimin cleared his throat, voice a little hoarse.

"Did… did she like that?"

~~~~~

You eyed the empty shot glass and contemplated just downing the whole fifth. If you died of alcohol poisoning, at least you wouldn't have to wake up tomorrow.

It was bad enough that you secretly loved the way Jungkook could pick you up like a sack of potatoes. There was something a little thrilling about this adorable, goofy guy being able to throw you around with complete ease. Still, you never expected him to spank you. What the fuck? And why the hell did you have to borderline moan in front of everyone? At least you couldn't get boners, but your reaction had still been bad enough. This was humiliation on a far more catastrophic scale than Festa night all those weeks ago.

Jungkook shuffled back into the room, face pink and eyes looking anywhere but at you. Great, you had freaked him out. Your poor, sweet little Kookie was probably disgusted that you were such a perv.

"I-I'm sorry, [y/n]," he stammered. "Um, are you okay?"

Your heart melted. Sure, maybe a butt slap was a little much, but it hadn't been malicious - he'd just been messing around. And now he was chewing his lower lip, eyes firmly rooted to the floor. Aw, he must have felt really guilty if he still couldn't look you in the eye. He was just too sweet, apologizing to you when you were the one who made things weird.

"It's okay, Kookie," you assured him, hoping your smile didn't scream NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR EXCEPT TURNING ME ON! You couldn't tear your eyes away from the way he was still worrying his lip. Then his tongue came out to sooth the bite, and you decided to accept the fact that you were going to hell.

"I think I'm going to head to bed now."

Because you couldn't currently stay in the same room as this boy while keeping your thoughts PG. You made your way upstairs, contemplating the health benefits of a cold shower.

When you were gone, Jungkook groaned and flopped face first onto the couch, resisting the urge to flail around in a tantrum. He was good at everything! Why did dealing with you have to be the one thing he was bad at? And how exactly was he supposed to be able to look at you without popping a boner now?

~~~~~

Jungkook Oh my god guys, I'm gonna die

Jimin Same

Taehyung Same

Yoongi die then

Namjoon Uh… did we miss something?

Jimin #just[y/n]things

Jin Come on you hormonal kids What did she do this time? Smile? Exist?

Jungkook Rude See if we tell you now

Taehyung I don't think we should talk about it It's kind of personal for [y/n], it doesn't feel right

Jin Personal?

Jimin Taetae you're right

Jin Wait now I want to know

Jungkook You're right, Taehyung We shouldn't talk about [y/n]'s kinks without permission

Jin WHAT?

Yoongi lol you brat

Namjoon Please delete these before Jackson sees

Jin Wait before that I want to know

Jungkook Who's the hormonal kid now bitch

Hobi OMG guys Crazy news There's a new flavor of cup ramen at the store!

Jimin LOL Hyung you have the best timing!

Hobi ???

Taehyung We're a little preoccupied at the moment…

Hobi What'd I miss?

Yoongi scroll up

Hobi Oh I kind of want to know too

Jungkook I'll text you

Jin The disrespect

Namjoon I think I'm getting gray hairs

~~~~~

Jungkook Sorry hyung I'm not actually going to tell you I just wanted to piss off Jin

Hobi LOL that's okay! I'm proud of you for respecting her privacy

Jungkook 🥰

~~~~~

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Camilo x Reader headcanons? pretty pls? I love your Carlos one and I thought why not for Camilo?

(Only if you want to though, not here for force)

Camilo Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

summary:

— A bunch of my headcanons of what I think it would feel like to be in a relationship with Camilo Madrigal.

genre:

— headcanons

notes:

— gender-neutral reader

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— finally, my first initial headcanons for Camilo as your bf, enjoy!

Camilo had several crushes in his entire life so he knows what it's like to be attracted to people, but genuinely falling for you? Woaaah, that's a different territory.

The first time he laid his eyes on you I wanna know what love is by foreigner begins playing in the background lmfao

I also think he doesn't have a specific type, he just wants someone who can put up with his shit and vibe with his energy

Mans literally googling shit at 3 am flirting tips, the best places for dates, etc. He puts his effort into impressing you.

Camilo is an absolute flirt, he's got that natural charm. He would say anything from cheesy pick-up lines to compliments that make your heart swoon bruh he's so suave fr ugh

As for courting you, he would try anything to get your eyes to land on him only. He'll sing, do a fucking breakdance, act, something that would have you sighing with hearts in your eyes.

Despite his overflowing confidence, I feel like Camilo won't be the one to confess first lmao. Like, he'll back out in the minute, afraid that you won't feel the same. But when the moment is right, as a random opportunity, he'll blurt out something like "I like you so much" and then says it's an accident before actually confessing.

His shapeshifting goes out of control when he finds out you like him back. He'll be incredibly overjoyed, picking you up and spinning you around.

Camilo "Oh, everywhere I go I keep a picture of you in my wallet just so you know" Madrigal

As for his ideal date, I think he'll be the type to take you to lively and fun places like theme parks, arcade dates, and probably concerts. But if you're not into that he'll just go over to your house and hang out, watch a movie or two. He's not picky and will be satisfied if it's just you and him.

He's not overly into PDA, he does it sometimes to brag to people. He shows affection in many ways, especially in actions. A kiss on the cheek or forehead, a good morning/night text, will ask if you have eaten yet, and just generally looking out for you. He loves to hold your hands and is not afraid to show the world how much he loves you, and he's full of lovely endearments.

Camilo would probably love to call you with a unique nickname (i.e if your name is like Juliana, he'll call you something like Juli, Ana, Iana, Julia, etc.). Let's not forget the common endearments like Mi vida, amor, querida/querido, and more.

He will dramatically collapse to the ground if you call him with a nickname or endearment lmao

Definetly feeds off of your attention, like come on. He loves to distract you and do stupid shit if it means you'll give him your attention.

Camilo is most likely a gift-giver, he likes to give you a lot of things with his own twist. Like he'll buy you your favorite flowers with a hand-written letter attached to them. He's probably the type to know what you really like (i.e clothes, gadgets, items, jewelry, e.tc) and put his effort into saving money and buying it for you as a surprise. He'll take random job offers for money to buy that one thing you love the most.

He would very much insist on buying matching stuff with you. He'll ironically buy those "He/She's mine" t-shirts with arrows lmao. But he'll be more into matching clothing so that you'll wear his, like matching hoodies with the same design but different colors. I feel like he'll like matching rings too hehe.

Okay, I am about to lose it, but I think Camilo would save a recording of you talking or singing and use it as his ringtone like wsdtgvbjmkll, YES.

He's both a listener/talker. He'll listen to you talking for hours and he'll blabber about everything just to make you feel better n' stuff.

"Let's laugh until we cry. We can go anywhere, or go to bed. I would accompany you everywhere, even to Hell" - Camilo Madrigal

Not every relationship would be perfect so you two would argue sometimes. Like he won't sense you're not in the mood for his jokes, you tell him to shut up, he'll roll his eyes and make fun of you for being so grumpy, and then shit just goes downhill

[Angsty] Camilo can be violent if he can't control it, he's not very harsh with words but he can make the tables turn easily (Taylor Swift style lmao). He's not the "silent rage" but "loud fury", he'll really express his distress when in a fight with you. I feel like he would accidentally hurt you, but not dramatically like a slap, he'll just shove you or firmly grab you by the arm.

He'll be the first to leave after a fight and the first to apologize, after some time alone of course. He'll seek you, it doesn't matter where you are, to say sorry with a gift or a simple kiss and hug. If you're still mad, he'll understand and give you some space but will occasionally check on you from time to time.

When things are on good terms, he'll be all happy and giddy again, he'll maybe take you out on a date or have a special moment alone together to make it up to you.

Camilo loves to pull tiny pranks on you and film it so he'll have something to make fun of you later. He'll definetly do those TikTok pranks but will stop if things get too annoying or too much for you.

Camilo is thoughtful, sentimental, and a bit of a jealous type. If he sees you talking to someone else, he'll secretly glare at them and flip them off behind your back but when you would turn to look at him he'll be smiling like an innocent angel lmao.

He's also sweet, understanding, and responsible. Surely, he can act immature and be a joker in many instances but he's a very smart guy, it'll be hard for someone to trick him. If there's a problem you're going through he's great at giving you advice. He's good at switching roles like bro he can be a fucking malewife or a mafia boss (???) at the same time lmao, mans is very versatile.

Camilo is an absolute daytime/dawn type of person. He likes to sunbathe sometimes and would take you to picnics and watch the clouds in the sky. He'll maybe ask you out on a hike or camping trip together. He'll love the idea of road trips or anything adventurous.

He likes getting to know your business, he's nosy lmao. He'll come to you for drama like "I heard you had beef with [Friend's Name], is it true?" and if you lay the details on him he'll take your secrets to the grave. He loves to gossip with you.

HE LOVES SLOW DANCING TO OLDIES THAT HIS PARENTS WOULD PLAY!!11!! Please I am so weak for that idea that he'll randomly pull you into a slow dance, hand to hand, cheek to cheek with the 80s or 90s kind of music playing in the background as if it's the end of the world. He's a great dancer too huhuhuhu

I feel like he has a secret talent for playing the drums, you'll catch him sometimes practicing in his drum set and he'll teach you sometimes (i.e he'll give you the drumsticks and sit behind you while he guides you how to hit the drums). He's intense and hot while playing the drums bro I'm about to faaaaaaint.

Absolutely and definetly a dramatic person, both ironically or not. He just has the most telenovela type of reactions to everything. If you say something like "I don't like you anymore" (jokingly) he'll drop to his knees and start speaking in Spanish, begging you to not leave him lmao.

He would love to grow his hair out and let you style it. He'll let you groom, braid, brush, and just style his hair. He likes going on spas with you and getting some of those relaxing facials and foot spas, manicures, and shit. He loves being fresh asf.

He'll send you random shit from the internet, funny videos, memes, and interesting stuff. He loves to send you selfies of his amazing outfits every day and ask stupid shit like "do these pants make my ass look fat?" lmfao. generally, he'll send you a pic of anything he's doing atm, he's shameless in sending intentionally ugly selfies and videos of him strutting in his best clothes bc he's a fashion star.

He's obsessed with sending you food that he personally made with the help of his tía Julieta

I feel like he loves to show off by getting into your hobbies, he also likes to be involved with your interests. If you're a performer, he'll go to every show/contest/event. He's a 100% supporter you can't change my mind.

As soon as you and he became official, the first person he ever told it to was Mirabel (I hc they're besties). And then the next day the news would spread and The Madrigals would know and beg for him to invite you over for dinner, he happily obliged.

Camilo is a flustered mess when he invited you to have dinner with his family, he turns from suave into a shy teenage boy lmao. His parents would see, especially Pepa, his loving gaze on you and they would go crazy. Pepa forms a raincloud and cries over how her mijo has finally become a man. His cousins and siblings would make fun of him for being so shy around you. Yeah, his family adores you.

Of course, you invite him over too so your family would get to know him. Immediately, your family would like him. He's such a show-off, he'll politely greet your mother and compliment her and tell your father how cool he is. You'll roll your eyes because it seems like your family likes Camilo over you. But yeah, your family would love to have your boyfriend over for every dinner.

His first kiss with you I feel like would be accidental, like a quick peck on the lips and his pupils dilate. He'll ask if he can properly kiss you, if you say yes he'll be incredibly tender and gentle. He's a fantastic kisser, he's got your spine tingling and your heart-stopping.

He'll take any chance he gets to pull you in for a kiss. He loves to kiss you on your forehead, temple, and the back of your hand. He loves to nuzzle his forehead with yours too hehe.

Camilo is really determined to marry you someday and throw the best wedding ever the world has ever since, Disney princess-style. He'll find the prettiest ring out there and plan a very emotional proposal.

Bonus: here’s a playlist to go along with the headcanons <3

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 month

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The Dating Game [Part Three]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, James Potter x Original Female Character, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Dorcas Meadow, Original Female Character, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Sabrina Lovegood

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3461

Summary: James and Sabrina decide to play the dating game.

Tags/Warnings: Fake Dating, Fake Couple, Kissing, Jealousy, Quidditch, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Sabrina's outfit inspo

Notes: finally done!

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Though James had assured Sabrina not to worry about Sirius he couldn’t help but fret as time drew on without an appearance from his best mate. He didn’t return to the dormitory until well after curfew and when he did he rushed in, climbing into his bed without a word or chance for James to bob his head out of the curtains to check on him.

Not that he knew what he was going to say. So far his and Sabrina’s little ploy had not garnered the attention either of them wanted but now it was as if they were all playing a game of chicken, the train speeding towards them until one of them gave up the ghost and jumped out the way. That was why James made a resolution, if neither Sirius nor Lily had admitted anything by the end of the week he and Sabrina would have to knock this whole debacle on the head. Not that he got a chance to lay this decision on her though as he had to spend the following morning preparing for the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match. As he walked into the great hall he was met with a sea of red and gold from banners and flags to each house member's jumpers and scarves. Even Sabrina had opted to adorn her house colours, though he doubted she’d be watching most of the game.

She offered him a smile as he sat down, and a cheery ‘good luck’ though she looked about as happy as he felt, the worry from last night still on his mind. Sirius didn’t appear until the end of breakfast, only scarfing down a piece of toast before he rose, already in his quidditch uniform, and headed to the door forcing James to finish up quickly so that they could walk down together. And despite neither of them speaking, other than to Peter who had hurried along to head down to the pitch with them though he’d be in the spectator stands, they managed to cinch a win. It was a tough game, with the Ravenclaw beaters intent on scuppering James solely though that was no surprise given how spectacularly he’d played. And he wasn’t too proud to admit that without his best friend he might not have been on such good form because even though he was barely speaking to him Sirius was still there blocking every player and bludger that came for his best pal.

Sabrina had watched the entire thing, nerves bubbling in her stomach as she watched the boys fly about like ants far above them. She’d fretted all night about Sirius, about the look on his face when he’d seen her kissing James. It looked wounded.

She hadn’t been sure about the reciprocation of his feelings before which was why she’d thought simply baiting him would work. But she should’ve known. Outside of the suave, debonair, painstakingly handsome teen was a sweet, sensitive man who cared deeply even if he pretended he didn’t. That was one of the things she adored in the first place. She’d bashed him for not being honest when she was just as guilty. So as Gryffindor claimed victory over the Ravenclaw she decided she’d end it, once the celebrations were done.

And of course Gryffindor went all out on the celebrations. After an outpouring of cheering and merriment on the pitch the students had been shepherded back to their common room, the Gryffindor’s wild with excitement, which was only amped as they found the common room now transformed for a party. Gold and red banners hung from the ceiling, music blared from a record player and food and drink gathered on every free table. There was a lot of recapping, a lot of congratulating from various students who came up to James beaming with house pride, and a lot of drinking which had Sabrina feeling merry even if she was thankful not to be noticed, the attention on her ‘beau’. Even Sirius had consented to cheering up, unable to shake the infectious joy of his team mates, though he stayed by the record player, using the role of DJ as means of avoiding his friends. That being said he had hugged James fiercely as they hit the ground of the pitch, congratulating one another before they were swept up in the crowd.

He was standing there now, beer in hand, chatting to Remus though admittedly he wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, offering indifferent words or grunts where needed. Instead his eyes kept flicking to where James was sitting on the sofa, his mop of dark hair visible above the back of the couch where he was relaxed, a blonde sitting to his left, her head dangerously close to his friend as she kept leaning in to speak. With every glance his smile chipped away. Fortunately his attention was diverted as a very merry seventh year drifted over to him, throwing his arms around his shoulders as he said, ‘you’re on the music right?’

‘Yeah,’ Sirius said, fighting the urge to shrug him off.

‘Taking requests?’ he asked, ‘it’s gettin’ a bit morbid in here.’

‘Go on then,’ Sirius said, hoping that would shirk him off.

‘Whack on We Are The Champions,’ he said, before strutting off back to his friends gathered in the corner watching them with anticipation. Sirius rolled his eyes but moved to flick through his stack of LPs anyway until he found the one he wanted, waving off the grumble of the crowd as the music died before being reignited again.

It was a slow melodic build that was harshened by the seventh year and his friends who immediately jumped in on the chorus as they realised their request had been heard. Soon enough every student in the room was joining in, revelling in their victory as they called out.

We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the World.

James was singing from his seat, his hand in Sabrina’s as the whole couch swayed to the music until they were suddenly pulled up by Marlene and Mary to dance beside the fireplace, huddled in a group of people. James was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting until Mary smacked him on the arm and said, ‘you should make a speech!’

He glanced at her, finding her brown eyes wide and glinting as the idea set in. He knew it was just a drunken idea but that meant it was something she wouldn't let go of and apparently neither would others as Marlene said, ‘yeah go on Potter!’

‘Nah,’ James laughed, ‘I’m too sozzled for that.’

‘C’mon James,’ Peter encouraged from his other side.

‘Honestly I don’t know what to say,’ James said.

‘Since when do you opt out of a chance to gloat?’ Lily said scathingly from where she was still sitting, legs crossed over one another as she held her glass in hand, staring at it intently as an excuse not to look up.

James swallowed thickly and didn’t reply, his usual repertoire with her feeling empty and awkward now instead of the natural quipping it normally was.

‘Oh go on mate!’ Peter said, nudging his arm, ‘you’re the bloody reason we won.’

‘Yeah Potter!’ Mary said before calling the crowd to attention as she yelled, ‘speech!’

‘Guys,’ Sabrina said, seeing the discomfort in his eyes as all eyes turned to him, some muttering to others to get them to be quiet. James shook his head, waving her off as he knew there was no point fighting his friends.

‘Alright then,’ he said, clearing his throat and grabbing his half-empty bottle as he thought about what to say.

‘Shut it everyone!’ Mary decreed before gesturing that he had the floor. Sabrina slipped her hand into his free one and squoze it reassuringly, receiving a smile in return.

‘Well first I wanna congratulate the whole team for being on top form today,’ James said, looking around at the sea of happy faces. Sirius was standing at the back, watching him with a stony expression that separated him from the pack. Again James’ excitement dimmed but nevertheless he pressed on, unable to keep his adoring fans waiting, ‘without you lot we wouldn’t have won.’

‘Well you helped a bit,’ Peter mused, earning a laugh from everyone that made him beam with pride.

‘Yeah but it’s a team effort,’ James replied, gesturing to the wider crowd with his drink as he added, ‘same with you lot in the stands. Without you there wouldn’t be a reason to try as hard as we do.’

‘Not even to make sure Slytherin doesn’t win the cup?’ someone heckled from somewhere in the room.

‘Well I suppose that’s incentive in itself. Either way we still managed it so thanks and lets have some fun eh? Cheers,’ James said, raising his bottle as a chorus of replies rang out.

‘And let's get thoroughly rat-arsed,’ Mary shouted, earning a louder cheer as she pushed into the room, Marlene trailing behind her as they went for more drinks.

It was a move that knocked Sabrina into James, forcing him to grab onto her so that she wasn’t pulled along or spilled her own drink. She could feel his own bottle in his hand, nestled by her waist, her arm on his bicep as he’d steadied her. She smiled at him and to his disappointment he felt nothing. Nothing more than platonic happiness and looking at him Sabrina felt the same.

‘Well done,’ she said.

‘Thanks,’ James said, leaning further in so that she could hear him over the din of the next song on the record, ‘can’t believe they made me make a speech.’

‘Well at least if this quidditch thing doesn’t work out we know a public speaking career could be on the cards,’ she teased.

‘Oh yeah, next minister for magic I am,’ James grinned. Sabrina smiled back before she sighed. They were having fun but there was no point putting off the inevitable and so she said, ‘James look-’

But James wasn’t listening, he was too busy looking over her shoulder at where Lily had just slammed her drink down onto the coffee table and strode off, shoving through throngs of disgruntled students as she headed for the door. Sabrina whipped her head around and watched her go and before James could stop her she was heading out the portrait hole too, not slowing down as he called her name.

Sabrina had to give it to the girl she was fast. So quick that had she not followed her when she did she wouldn’t have seen the way she turned heading towards the courtyard. Given it was still spring and the night had drawn ever so close the air outside was cold and Lily’s shirt did nothing to protect her from the chill of it. She didn’t even know why she was out here; it wasn’t as if there was anywhere to sit down and she was liable to get cold quickly if she didn’t go back inside. All she knew was that she could no longer sit there watching Sabrina and James cosy up to one another. It made her insides spin and the room much to hot for her liking. That was why she had headed in the direction of a breeze, hoping the cool would clear her head. And it was working well until she heard her name called and turned to find Sabrina standing on the steps of the courtyard, Jamse a few steps behind him and Sirius coming into view just behind him. James glanced at his friend as he appeared but said nothing watching Sabrina and Lily instead.

‘What do you want?’ Lily said, folding her arms across her chest and holding her head high. Sabrina came a touch closer. In her Mary Janes they were almost the same height, looking at each other eye to eye as she stepped onto the cobbled stone of the courtyard.

‘Are you okay?’ Sabrina asked softly.

‘Fine,’ Lily said, glancing at James and tightening her jaw as she felt the sharp sting of tears in her eyes.

‘Are you sure? You run off pretty quickly,’ Sabrina reasoned.

‘Well sorry if I don’t want to watch you snog Potter’s face off,’ Lily said snarkily. At that Sabrina bristled, the original purpose of the prank blaring loud and clear. She had the floor now to just tell the truth and she couldn’t do it, more to the point she was angry at her because of it which was starting to get under her skin as she said, ‘well you were asking me to the other day. Why’s today any different?’

‘Why him?’ Lily shot back, taking Sabrina off guard.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Out of all the people you could’ve picked to date you picked him,’ Lily said, sounding more upset than she intended, ‘why?’

‘Why not?’ Sabrina replied, ‘James is a good guy.’

‘Did you only just realise that? Because you could have anyone in the school and you picked him after years of being friends with him and no attraction and then boom one day you picked him!’ Lily said angrily.

‘So?’ Sabrina said.

‘It’s weird!’ Lily shouted. James and Sirius were watching on awkwardly now. It was getting more heated and though he couldn’t see Sabrina’s face he could see Lily's and she was getting more upset by the second. He was going to intervene, try and distract some attention to help them both calm down but Sirius put his hand on his arm, stopping him from moving forward. He wanted to hear this explanation.

‘Why do you care?’ Sabrina said, feeling the acceptance coming if she could just push that bit more, ‘I thought you didn't like him.’

‘Of course I bloody do!’ Lily shouted, ‘why do you think-‘

‘I know,’ Sabrina said, cutting her ranting short as her mouth fell agape though she recovered quick enough to say, ‘what?’

‘I know you like him,’ Sabrina said offering her a sympathetic smile, ‘I’ve known all along I was just hoping this would make you realise you did too. Instead of leading him on for the sake of it.’

‘I wasn’t leading him on!’ Lily protested, blushing as Sabrina raised an eyebrow, ‘besides how could you mess with me like that!’

‘It got you to admit the truth didn’t it,’ Sabrina reasoned. Lily sighed.

‘That’s not the…you shouldn’t have done that,’ Lily said sadly.

‘If it makes you feel any better it wasn’t meant to be like this. It was supposed to be a laugh,’ Sabrina said, moving forward to hug her friend loosely, ‘you were just a little more stubborn than planned. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay,’ Lily said, smiling sadly though she found her eyes trailing over to James who was far enough away he could no longer hear what either of them were saying as evidenced by the panicked look on his face.

‘Maybe now you can stop dancing around the fact that you actually like one another,’ Sabrina said softly, ‘he really likes you Lily.’

‘I really like him too,’ she said, gnawing on her lip nervously.

‘If it makes you feel any better he’s not as big of a prat as he makes out,’ Sabrina quipped.

‘I heard that,’ James said from somewhere close behind them. She didn’t turn but pulled her hand away from Lily to offer him the finger, giggling with Lily before she said, ‘maybe you two should go and talk about it somewhere?’

‘Good idea,’ Lily said, hugging her friend tightly before letting her go and heading up the steps into the castle before they disappeared from view.

Sirius had been watching the whole thing, trying to wrap his head around the entire charade. He barely paid attention to his friends as they left, James offering him an apologetic smile before he disappeared. He was too focused on Sabrina, on the feelings that churned in his stomach at the sight of her. Before this whole thing had started he hadn't been sure he liked her. She was a friend, a good one and considering he and the opposite sex were rarely just friends he wasn’t sure he wanted to meander into that territory and risk mucking things up for something that might be nothing. But seeing her with James had ruined him, sent him almost as mad as it had Lily though he couldn’t quite bring himself to have the same outburst.

If he was a different man, one not raised in expectation and propriety he would’ve rushed to her, told her how relieved he was that she wasn’t dating James and how it was him he wanted her to be with if she would Just let him. If he rid himself of all modesty and decorum he would’ve hit James the moment he saw them together just as he had wanted to. But no, he couldn’t do that.

In fact as she turned round, her face growing surprised as she realised he was there, he couldn’t find anything more to say than, ‘you two aren’t dating.’

‘Nope,’ Sabrina said, coming closer to him.

‘Why lie?’ he asked.

‘It made Lily see sense didn’t it?’ she shrugged. Sirius stood up off the wall he’d been leaning against and advanced towards her until they were feet apart. He wanted to believe that it was just a prank, a joke and nothing more, but he was scared. Scared that in his failure to pursue her properly he'd lost her to someone even if it was supposed to be a sham.

‘Yeah but what if she hadn't got upset. You would've been hurting her and not even know,’ Sirius said, hoping she’d say something that would make him feel better about the hurt in his own chest.

‘I wasn’t going to marry him,’ Sabrina said aggravatedly, ‘we would've fake split up.’

‘And if you fell for each other,’ he challenged, moving closer as if he could spot the lies in her gorgeous blue eyes.

‘Not a chance,’ she said.

‘That kiss looked pretty real to me,’ he challenged.

‘That was only because you were teasing us,’ Sabrina said.

‘Yeah right,’ Sirius scoffed.

‘It’s true,’ she said, earnestly placing her hand on his bicep. Even through his jumper her touch felt like lava, igniting his body on fire in a way that terrified him so he pulled away, trying to push his feelings down or find a way that he wouldn’t have to be honest with her, ‘yeah, I guess. I mean you don’t want to date anyone right? Should've known it was fake.’

‘I do want to date. I thought me going out with James would prove that,’ she said, stopping him in his tracks and making him look back at her. His grey gaze was heavy on her face now, making her shift awkwardly as she held her elbow, as if her arm across he could hold her together. That was like music to his ears and yet he was reluctant.

‘Why do you say no to everyone who asks you then?’ he asked puzzled, though her words were music to his ears.

‘Because I don’t want to date them,’ she said, she could feel him being reeled in now, dancing around the topic like James and Lily would. So she needed to be brave. If he couldn’t be honest she’d have to be.

‘But you want to date someone?’ he asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said, moving towards him so that there was barely a foot between them, her big blue eyes staring at him as she said, ‘someone who gets very irritable about me dating his best friend. Someone who was very intent on watching everyone who asks me out. Someone who doesn’t realise the reason I’m oblivious to that is because I’m too busy ogling him.’

‘What if you and this person don’t work out?’ Sirius asked quietly, his heart singing but his head very much worrying, ‘I mean what if he’s never dated a friend before.’

‘Well then if it doesn’t work out we go back to being friends,’ Sabrina said, moving to wrap her arms around his waist. Sirius sighed, ‘you make it sound so easy.’

‘Oh it's not. I'm no fan of the dating game, believe me,’ she said, leaning in, ‘but sometimes it's worth it for the right person.’

‘Yeah?’ he asked, his hand brushing past her cheek as he moved a lock of golden hair over her shoulder.

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘so c’mon.’

‘What?’ Sirius asked.

‘Are you going to show if you’re a better kisser than Potter or not?’ she smiled.

And with that Sirius black made the final move of the game.

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