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shoulmate · 6 months
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Shame.
Regret.
Ushijima hates to feel.
Especially any emotion that makes him feel like he's less than the best.
It doesn't matter how many times Ushijima slams the ball into the ground...it doesn't replace these awful feelings in his chest. It doesn't erase the gut-churning sound of the bathroom door slamming.
Ushijima picks up another ball from the cart and holds it, not ready to serve as he stares down at the familiar and usually comforting material and feels like he could crush it. He wants to crush it. As if crushing the innocent, undeserving object could alleviate the pressure crushing his heart.
The sound of your crying as you hid.
From him.
He hadn't meant to yell. It's not something he does, has ever done and it's something he never wanted to do, most of all to you but it happened.
His mind tries to justify it. He was tired. He was drained. He was anxious.
But they're just excuses.
He lost is cool. He lost is composure. With you.
The only person he's ever smiled to see in his jersey.
The person he seeks comfort from when he feels too lost, too overwhelmed, too...anything.
You're the person he turns to when he feels at all and it's usually because you're the one who makes him feel things more than anyone else.
The one person who means more to him than everything and everyone else combined.
That's probably why he snapped.
Still not an excuse, though.
Taking a deep breath he brings his mind back to the edge of the court and tosses the ball up.
He can think clearly when his body's moving automatically, retracing the same movements it's done thousands of times over his life, and when this serve slams down on the opposite side of the court--that would have been a service ace--his feet land with surprising grace.
The path becomes a little clearer.
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You're sitting on the couch at home, knees pulled up tight to your chest. Phone muted.
Something plays on your laptop but you're not watching, not paying attention to whatever it is while ignoring the tab open to your emails and all the tasks you're leaving undone as the streaks down your cheeks periodically dry between tears.
The giant white and gold sweatshirt you're wearing is large enough that it covers all of you--folded legs included.
You feel guilty about the mix of snot and tears that have fallen onto it but it doesn't stop you from wearing it...especially when another fresh wave starts as Ushijima's angry voice rolls through your memory again.
"I can't stand it when you act like this!"
You shudder and bury your face in the fabric, gently rocking back-and-forth. You hear the door softly open but you don't look up.
There's a soft call of your name; the now-calm voice that matches the usually comforting smell of the sweatshirt. When you don't look up, don't look at him, there's a quiet screech as the coffee table is pulled across the floor away from the couch.
Strong arms wrap around you.
"I'm sorry."
His apology rumbles deep and thorough despite it's low volume.
You freeze up; he holds you more firmly from where he kneels on the floor in front of the couch.
"You already know that I'm not...good...with emotions..." he admits quietly. "But it's no excuse to have yelled at you."
When you don't respond he sighs "the thought of anyone hurting you...of anyone making you feel like you're less than the most wonderful person in the world, the way I see you...it makes me unreasonably angry. And...Well...That includes you.
"But it's wrong for me to have yelled at you." He cradles the back of your head like you're invaluable. "I don't understand what you're going through or how you can feel so badly about yourself...but it doesn't make it any less real. And even if I don't understand it, even if it doesn't make sense to me...I don't want you to feel this way." His voice cuts off with emotion.
He holds you just a little more tightly; it makes you take a trembling breath.
"I don't want to be your opponent....to make you feel worse. I want to help you...even if I don't know how," he says fervently. "We're on the same team."
In a husky whisper he repeats "I'm sorry."
Ushijima doesn't like...feelings...themselves.
Humility.
Empathy.
Gratitude.
He hates anything that makes him feel like he's anything other than the best.
But he understands, as your arms unfold and wrap around to hug him back just as tightly as he's hugging you
and you whisper "I forgive you,"
the only feeling that will ever matter is how much he loves you.
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Thank you @sakanoshitaa !!
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doitforbangchan · 2 months
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Honeyy, requests still open? Can i ask for jealous reader believe a fake rumor about hyunjin romantically going out with another idol who is about to work with, so reader becames the last romantic and appears on his door late at night, to fight for his love since he's her man who isn't her man, but still is her man ❤ (pls, let the girl win his heart and the D too 🤧)
Requests are indeed open bestie!!
I hope you like this and it's what you were looking for!!
Never want to wake up - Hyunjin
Pairing : Hyunjin x reader (afab!)
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Warnings: Fem! reader, Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, angst, pet names, slut used negatively, friends to lovers. Not proof read :)
WC: 2.4k
MDNI 18+
Your body was frozen, the news headline staring right back at you from your phone. 
‘STRAYKIDS’ HYUNJIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ITZY'S YEJI’
This can’t really be true, can it? Hyunjin was your best friend, and had been for years before he was ever an idol. Surely he would have told you about this? 
Then again, he has been reeaaallllyy busy lately. Too busy to even answer your calls. That would certainly explain why he’s suddenly dropped off the face of the earth from you. 
It all made sense now. Still re-reading the article you could not stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Truth is, you’ve been in love with him for years. He is the only guy you’ve ever really loved. None of the other guys could even hold a candle to him. That's also the reason none of those relationships ever worked out, they weren’t him. They never treated you as well, never were there for you when you cried, never took care of you like he had. 
It’s not like you could really blame Hyunjin for going for a girl like Yeji. She was incredibly gorgeous. And you were…. Just you. As you always had been 
“Fuck this.” You hissed clutching your phone, closing the article. You couldn’t just sit here in your pity, missing him like you had been for weeks. Time to take your mind off it. Maybe by being under someone else. 
Your back met the wall of the grimy club, the guy in front of you attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, his hands roaming your ass. He was cute enough. Not Hyunjin cute but really no man will ever be. It’s that thought that keeps you hesitant to reciprocate, even though it was you who flirted with him first and initiated this interaction. The man, San, had his hands wandering under the hem of your short dress, clutching your rear and forcing himself into you. 
This was quickly becoming too much; the hands on you, his mouth on your body, the smell of this guy. He wasn’t Hyunjin. 
You put your hands on his chest, trying to lightly push him away from you.
“San, stop” You mumbled, now becoming more forceful when he doesn't move from you.
“Hmm?” His mouth was still on your neck. 
“I-I’m sorry but I..I can’t do this.” You manage to get out. He pulls back from you to peer over you, disgust now filling his eyes. 
He scoffs, “Oh I see what your little game is. You’re a fucking tease. Acting like a slut then running away at the last second. Well not with me.” He turns and walks back to the bar not sparing you another glance. 
Feeling your shoulders drop at his words to you, the reality of what you had done was setting in. 
‘What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this person?’ The answer was clear. 
Hyunjin was what was wrong. 
Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and before you could stop yourself you collected yourself and ran out the exit. You had to see him. Had to speak with him. 
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Hyunjin woke with a start, the pounding at his front door seeming to never end. He blearily looked at the time on his alarm clock. Who is trying to come over at 1 am? 
Heaving himself out of bed and to the front door, he was ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his sleep, until he opened the door and saw you standing there. In the skimpiest dress he had ever seen you wear, makeup messed up and arms wrapped around your body. 
“Y/n?” He asked, confused.
“Uh hey Hyun.” You could see he was clearly fast asleep when you disturbed him. “I really didn't mean to wake you. I’m sorry I’m just being stupid, I’ll go. Sorry again.” You turned to leave, humiliated now, when he reached for you by your arm to stop you. 
“No, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did you just come from the club?” He really had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that you looked like you needed help. He would always help you. 
Your shoulders were shaking, the nerves coming back at you full force now that you were here in front of him. You took a deep breath before beginning, “I just…. I was out at that shitty club downtown, and there was this guy…” 
Hyunjin held his breath waiting for your next words. Did he hurt you? Take advantage of you? Hyunjin would kill anyone who would do that to you. 
“A-and the thing is.. He wasn’t you, Hyunjin. I tried so hard to forget about you and Yeji but your face was all I could see when he was kissing me.”
He tried to interrupt you “Y/n I-” 
“No! Let me finish! It’s taking all I have to even get this far so please let me finish.” He nodded at you to continue. 
“I know I could never hold a candle to her. Yeji is beautiful. And talented. And everything a man could want. You guys really do make a handsome couple. But that doesn’t mean it’s not killing me inside, to see you together. The truth is. I’m in love with you Hyunjin. I have been for literal years. For me it’s always been you. I know you don’t feel the same I just had to tell yo-” 
Hyunjin cut you off, crashing his lips into yours and cradling the back of your head. Before you could even register what happened, he pulled back from you, his breath fanning over your lips. 
“I love you too, Y/n.” And he brought you in for another kiss. This time you reciprocated it. He could taste no alcohol in your mouth so knew you were sober.
This definitely wasn’t how you saw this interaction going. You thought for sure he’d tell you to leave, to never come near him or his girlfriend again. Oh shit, Yeji! 
Finding his chest with your hands you shoved him off slightly. “Hyunjin, you can't. What about Yeji? I’m not a homewrecker!” 
He laughed at your statement. “You’re right, in order for you to be a homewrecker there has to be one for you to wreck. There’s nothing going on between Yeji and I.” 
Huh? “But I saw the article, the picture of you both together. I thought…” 
He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re working on a performance together. We are dance partners, that's all, sweet girl.” 
Dance partners. That’s all. You felt so stupid. You brought your hands to your face, trying to cover your humility. He grabbed your hands, prying them from you, “Hey look at me. It’s okay I promise. I know I’ve kinda been unreachable lately. I have so much to prepare for, I really haven't had any time on my phone. I should have reached out though to at least let you know what was going on. I am so sorry for keeping you in the dark. I never meant to do that to you.” He held your face with both of his hands, looking into your eyes. 
“You have no idea how much I’m in love with you.” That was all you needed. Launching yourself at him, mouths colliding. The kiss was everything you ever wanted. You could practically feel his love in that kiss. 
“Come on,” He mumbled to you, “let's get inside before my neighbors see what I’m about to do to you.” He hauled you into his home, mouth hands never leaving you. 
You felt a tingle at his words, and let out a little moan. The noise certainly didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, “Unless you want them to see you a mess for me? I always knew you were dirty.” He teased you.
Shaking your head no, “Uh uh. Want you to take me to your bed.” 
He closed the door behind you and led you into his room. 
“There's my little romantic. You really are perfect for me.” You melted at his words. 
Hyunjin flicked on the low lights in his bedroom, there was no way he would let your first time together be in the dark. He wanted to see all of you. 
He pressed your mouths together again, standing at the end of his bed. He let his hands fall to your waist, then to your exposed thighs, rubbing small comforting circles. 
“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now. I don’t think I could let you go once I have you.” He whispered, giving you breathing room. 
You circled your arms around his shoulders, mouth finding his ear. “I want this more than you know. Want you so bad, Jinnie.” 
He groaned at your words, moving to slowly remove the dress from your body. He wanted to savor every moment. 
You let him pull the garment over your head and throw it to the side. You saw the exact moment he realized you weren't wearing a bra, this particular dress not needing one. His eyes widened, giving you a cheeky smirk as he pushed you onto his bed back first. He crawled over you slowly, mouth trailing kisses up your body until his mouth rejoined yours. Hyunjin let his hands find the soft skin of your breasts, fingers circling and pulling at your nipples, causing your hips to buck and grind on his growing erection. 
“Jinnie” He seriously could listen to your whines all day, “ Please Jinnie. Need you.” 
You reached your hands down to the waistband of his pj pants, sticking one inside the garment to grasp him. He let out a gasp at the contact, giving you a slight grind into your hand. His dick was so soft. 
One of his own hands traveled down your body, finding your panties and tugging them off your body, letting his fingers find your clit. When he made contact with you you arched further into him, whimpers falling freely. 
He cooed at you, “So wet sweet girl. Who made you this wet, huh?” Continuing to give you light fluttering touches, sweeping his fingers up and down your pussy. 
“You. You Jinnie always you.” Your words made his eyes roll back into this head. Your hand stroked over him, the movement from your grasp remaining consistent. You felt one of his long fingers run over your opening, before he inserted it into you, drawing a long moan form your mouth. 
“Fuck, so tight around my finger, Baby. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.” He gave you shallow thrusts with his pointer finger, adding his middle finger to join the one that was stuffed in you. Your hips were bucking, the grip on his dick tightened and he hissed. “Easy sweet girl, you gotta be gentle with it.” 
“M’ sorry Jinnie. Just need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with glassy doe eyes. Fuck me eyes. 
“Ok baby. Ok.” He removed his fingers from your hole, and brought the fingers up to his mouth giving them a lick. Your taste alone could have had him busting in his pants. “But I wont fuck you. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” 
You wanted to cry at his words. You removed your hand from his member, and helped him push the fabric down his thighs revealing his cock in all its glory. And it was glorious indeed. Long and pale, head red and leaking ready to take you. He reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom but you stopped him. “I have an IUD and I'm clean. Just wanna feel you raw.” 
Fuck you were perfect. 
Hyunjin positioned himself above your entrance, giving himself a light squeeze before he lowered his tip into you, breaching your walls. 
The sound you let out was straight pornographic. Never in your entire life had you ever been filled so deliciously. Hyunhin was feeling the same way, your body taking him completely in one thrust. 
“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy was made to take me.” He let in a grunt of pleasure. 
You nodded dumbly, “Uh huh. Please move, Jinnie. Please pleaaassseee” Arms once again around his shoulders. 
He mouths at the skin on your neck and gives you another thrust. You were impatient though and brought your hips up to meet his, craving the friction. 
Sensing your impatience, he throws one of your legs over his hips and begins to drive into you. 
If he thought you were loud before he had no idea. He was sure he would have an angry note on his door by the morning. It was all worth it, though, to see your pleasure. To be the one to give you that pleasure. 
He could hear the sound of your wetness with each thrust, giving him another sign you were enjoying it. 
Your nails were running down his back, leaving red marks in their wake but neither of you cared. The feeling of him was too good. You knew you weren't going to last long. You had wanted this for literal years. 
“Jin. I'm gonna cum.” You warned him. His fingers returned to your clit and rubbed tight, quick circles over it, trying to help you get there. 
“Cum for me, my love.” That sent you over the edge, a sob leaving your mouth at his words. He held you close to him as your body shook with your orgasm, whispering about how much he loved you and how lucky he was that you were his now. His thrusts didn't slow even as he himself reached his high, filling you to the brim with his sticky essence. His moans of pleasure almost made you cum again, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard. 
Only when he heard your soft whimpers of overstimulation did he stop, giving you a sloppy kiss before pulling out. He watched his cum leak out of you, feeling another wave of ecstasy course through him at the sight. 
He curled you into him as he laid next to you, rubbing up and down your stomach sensually. 
“I really love you y/n. I’m so happy you feel the same way.” He dropped a kiss to your head. 
“I love you Hyun. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. This feels like a dream.” Your voice was raspy from your previous moaning. 
Hyunjin chuckled at your words. 
“If this is a dream then I never want to wake up.” 
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teabutmakeitazure · 11 months
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Congratulations on 1000 followers, 1000 mouths to feed, and 2000 watchful eyes (「• ω •)「 Couldn't happen to a better writer ♡
I saw you sneak Illumi on that list. I am very frightened of the needle man. Can I request something with the first time Illumi realizes he is obsessed with darling?
Perforate and Permeate
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>Yan! Illumi x Fem! Reader
>Word count: ~3.4k
Red flags start appearing in the form of odd piercings on taxi drivers. The feeling of something horribly off surrounds you, but in the end, some people are always powerless, aren't they?
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The first red flag of the evening was the creepy taxi driver. There seemed to be some sort of yellow ball stuck to the skin on his neck, and his movements and speech were somewhat robotic. The second red flag was that he offered you a ride without you even calling for one.
Thankfully, the evening rush hour helped you get away from the peculiar man, and you slid into the subway train, hidden and safe among the numerous people around you. Ironically enough, it felt a little hypocritical to find comfort among the number of people since you were always adverse to crowds. The smell of sweat and close proximity of human beings made you a little nauseous, but right now it felt safe.
The third red flag comes in the form of your apartment building’s watchman being absent. He never takes a day off and always ensures that the other watchman - the man who usually works as the receptionist since for some reason there’s a desk and everything in the lobby - takes his place while he’s away for food or such.
Neither men were there and as you press the elevator button to your floor, you catch a shadow in the corner of your eye before the doors close. The fourth red flag is that your apartment windows are open. Not all of them, but the living room windows are open. You’re absolutely certain you had left them closed when you left. You could even swear on it.
Nevertheless, some sort of dismissive hope deludes you into believing that the wind opened them and you don’t dare come any closer. The reminder to check their locks is pushed into the back of your mind when you fall onto your bed face first. Silence envelopes you, its warm hands granting you the comfort of your home.
Despite how quick the comfort came, all relaxation leaves your bones when your phone rings. As you accept the call and press your phone to your ear, you realise you almost drifted off. Your mother’s voice greets you before turning into a scolding one when you tell her you just got home.
The conversation goes as it usually does, your nerves calming down despite the subtle feeling of not being alone. You don’t blame your scepticism. Ever since you moved out, you’ve always been careful and paranoid. Maybe it has to do with preferring silence and being around less people, but you don’t like the lonesomeness and silence as much as you thought you did.
You say goodbye to your mother on the phone, and sit up, groggily making your way to the kitchen. The silence of the apartment unnerves you, so you turn on your phone’s flashlight and check every single room and cupboard of the house, leaving all the light bulbs on.
The apartment is now fully illuminated and the TV plays some random news show while you cook. It makes for good white noise and you don’t feel as alone anymore.
But you still feel watched.
The curtains are promptly drawn over the windows.
Thankfully, the feeling goes but quickly returns when you sit down to eat dinner. The panic that arises constricts your throat, heart beating in your throat and you immediately dial your mother again, praying that the paranoia dies down.
It doesn’t. She never picks up. 
Three phone calls later, she picks up but excuses herself saying that she’s going out for lunch with your father. The time zone difference makes you frown, realising that you're ruining her weekend with your baseless paranoia.
Dinner gets your attention back, but something seems to have its attention on you.
You're cognizant of the sounds coming from the street, television muted. The drip drip from the kitchen sink sings the vocals while the refrigerator buzzes the music. Exhaling, you pay attention to the noisy details, dinner finished and an empty plate in front of you.
The feeling goes away soon, but comfort doesn't return.
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The first red flag of today's evening follows behind you. A man with his hoodie hiding half his face is trailing behind you, and you're briefly wondering how dense he must be to not realise that you're leading him in a circle for the fourth time. You don't mind the extra walking, but it's pretty annoying.
Should you lead him to a police station? Losing him doesn't seem to be an option. He's persistent. Even in the fifth circle, he's casually walking behind you.
You go ahead with making your way to a nearby station, but he slips away when it's in sight. Your eyes watch the man as he heads the other way, an uneasy feeling stirring in your chest at the loss of someone's eyes on you. As you make your way back to the subway station, you contemplate walking home instead. Maybe you could drop by a café or even pick up dinner from somewhere.
However, a second red flag appears while you are in your thoughts. A taxi stops in front of you when you're scrounging around your bag for your phone and the window pulls down to reveal a taxi driver with a strange yellow piercing between his eyebrows.
The driver offers you a ride, and you stare at him dumbfounded. You didn't call for a taxi. A few passer-bys send you confused looks, but you brush it off. The man is promptly shut down and you walk away, mentally cursing yourself over the lack of crowd on the street.
Almost as though on cue, a lady grabs your arm. Her grip is unyielding and she frantically explains how you need to come with her. A familiar yellow piercing on either side of her neck greets you when you turn to look at her, but any composure you have quickly dissipates when she starts pulling you.
It takes everything you have in you to pry yourself off and run in the other direction. The few people that did stare at you turn away when they see you running, and honestly you don't blame them. No one wants to get tangled up in something like that.
By the time your legs start hurting, you're almost home. There's no time to pick up anything from a restaurant so you make a mental note to order in instead. As you walk with your phone in hand, the situation dawn's on you. Three red flags already. You don't even want to know what the fourth one will be.
But alas, the heavens never hear your silent pleas and the fourth red flag stands in the watchman-less lobby of your apartment building. You hadn't seen either men today as well, and simply seeing the person who casually leans against the wall with eyes fixed on you is making your heart do literal backflips inside your chest.
"[Name]."
The simple greeting makes you freeze. Hands grip your bag tighter as you look into his bottomless eyes and greet him back with a simple hello. He doesn't seem to mind your nervousness and gets straight to the point.
"I wanted to see you. It's been quite a while."
Your finger remains on the power button of your phone, ready to press it five times at the earliest notice to send SOS messages to your friends. Upon receiving no response, he continues, trying not to eye your deathly grips on your belongings.
"How was your day?"
"It was… fine." Voice meek, you don't know what to say to him. It's not everyday you see a person such as himself. "How… have you been, Illumi?"
The question seems to perk him up. "I'm not quite sure, but I suppose I've been alright. I do want to ask you something. Why are you holding your phone and bag so tightly?"
The muscles on your legs go taut, and you briefly glance at the elevator door thinking you could make a run for it. However, the reminder of Illumi's occupation mocks you. Of course a hunter wouldn't let you go so easily.
"I'm not sure." Your words are unsure as you speak. "I guess I'm not feeling very well."
"Should I get you medical attention?"
"No. Not that kind of not very well. I just feel a bit down, that's all."
He seems to have understood something because he's nodding. "I see. If there's nothing wrong with your physical health, it'll go away. Make sure to rest properly and you'll feel better."
"Thanks. I'll go to bed early tonight."
"Are you free right now?"
Free? Does he want something? You're no help to a hunter. "I'd like to get to bed as soon as possible, but I'm willing to hear you out."
Your grip on your phone loosens a bit, and Illumi immediately takes a few steps closer. Hardly a foot of space is left between the two of you, but before apprehension can return, he's demanding all your attention with his words.
"May I have your phone number?"
What?
"My… phone number?"
He nods. "Yes. Your phone number."
The dumbfounded look on your face makes him blink at you owlishly. 
"I was wondering whether or not it would be appropriate for me to ask for it. I suppose I settled with ignoring the thought."
Did he… really just admit that? 
"Um, alright. I don't see why not." You know where I live anyway, the voice in your head continues. 
You share your contact information with Illumi, but you have no idea why he wants it. His intentions are as clear as muddy water. It doesn’t make you feel any better, but if nothing, at least he asked you for it. With his licence, he could have obtained your number with ease like how he ended up in your apartment's lobby. You give him only a few points for human decency.
When he’s done saving your information on his phone, a satisfied look is on his face. The silence of the lobby remains as you wait for him to finally let you leave. That is to say he doesn’t request to visit your apartment.
“I think that’ll do.” Illumi looks up, head tilting slightly when he sees your exhausted expression. “You should rest. I won’t stop you. Just seeing you this evening is enough for me. We can talk some other time.”
Talk? What would you both even talk about? The only reason you know him is because some target of his was your work client and he scared him off. Honestly, never hearing from that man again is one of the best things that happened in your life.
“Sure,” you reply with a very obviously unsure voice. “I’ll see you later then.”
Illumi waves you off and as you step towards the elevator, you feel a little shameful for not inviting him for dinner. But then you remember that you live alone and he’s an adult man. Perhaps it’s better to not do so.
As you press the button, you glance back at Illumi down the lobby. He's waving at you, so you wave back. The door starts to close and the expression on Illumi's face changes. Lips curl upwards, eyes crinkling as well.
When the door closes, you're thankful for the distance. You never want to see that horrifying grin on his face again. It sent shivers down your spine and it seems like the creepy smile is now engraved into your brain.
Had you not been in the elevator, you would've ran out the lobby. Perhaps some people are better off expressionless after all.
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It's been an entire day since Illumi took your number. There's been no contact, no message, nothing. As you stare at your phone sitting in front of you on the sofa, you think back over today's evening bitterly.
There was another taxi driver with the same yellow piercing. Added to that, an old woman with the same piercing had approached you and asked to walk her home. You declined. Though it felt bad to say no to an old lady, you didn't want to possibly find any unwanted trouble.
Besides, there's something definitely wrong going on. After the old lady, you found the watchman in the lobby. Even he had a piercing on his face, in between his forehead to be precise.
You didn't bother to reply to his greeting this time. There was something off about his smile.
Maybe you should move out as soon as possible.
However, that's not what's bothering you. It's the fact that there have always been four red flags. This evening, you only came across three.
The thought of an impending fourth one makes you feel nauseous. You're home now, back to safety. There has never been anything bad between these four walls, so why would there be anything now?
Maybe you missed counting a fourth one. Yes. That's it. You just missed one red flag. The thought doesn't do much to console you, but it's enough to allow you to sleep when your head hits the pillow. Unfortunately for you, that doesn't last very long.
The feeling of a pair of eyes wakes you up with a startle. You immediately throw away the covers and run to the switch, turning on the lights. Nothing. The same goes for the rest of your apartment. All the lights are on but there’s nothing out of place.
Are you going crazy? 
It must have been a bad dream. You still feel watched, but that’s just because you just woke up. Water. You need some water.
The glass is quickly emptied as soon as you fill it, and now you stand alone in the kitchen, the silence of the night and the refrigerator’s hum your only companions. The kitchen counter is cold underneath your lingering fingertips, and begrudgingly, you part with it.
Sleep doesn't come back easily. At least half an hour must’ve passed with no sign of slumber’s gentle embrace, so you get up and turn off the bedroom light. The door is then left open only a little bit to let some light from the living room bleed inside the room.
It doesn’t help much, but your eyes feel less burdened.
Upon turning to the other side and nuzzling into the sheets further, the lessened burden seems to increase again. There’s someone resting their face on the mattress, body probably sitting on the floor and this person’s eyes seem to be fixed on you.
It takes you blinking a few times and sitting up to realise this isn’t a dream.
By the time your eyes have completely blinked away any sleep, a hand is slapped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your chest heaves as you follow the arm to the body it’s attached to and finally the face.
Illumi.
“Pardon me if I woke you up. It wasn’t my intention.”
The mattress dips as he joins you on the bed. If the circumstance wasn’t unfortunate enough, he’s now literally hovering over you with one of his knees between your parted legs under the blanket. Long black hair cascades around his face as he leans in, large eyes observing your features.
You blink at him as your breathing settles down. The lack of action from Illumi’s end does help your nerves calm down a little, but the threat of an obviously more powerful man literally above still remains.
This is your fourth red flag.
The weight of his observant stare weighs you down, the feeling of a boulder on your chest making you sink backwards into the bed. All that you see are Illumi’s large, dark eyes. It’s suffocating and you want to scream, but the sound dies in your throat before he even lets go.
You don’t dare make a single noise as he sits up straight on your thighs.
Illumi briefly breaks eye contact, eyes dropping down to your collarbones peeking from your neckline from the dishevelled state before his eyes go back up to yours. The weight of the boulder had lifted during that time, but with his eyes back on you that weight goes to your consciousness.
“I suppose I should commend you for not screaming. Seems like you’re quick to understand.”
All he gets in reply is your nervous gulp.
“You require an explanation, don’t you?”
This time, he tilts his head at your lack of response.
“I gave myself an ultimatum. Four tries every evening for every working day of this week are all I have to work with. If your refusals of my lenient methods bother me, then I must get to the bottom of the feeling. If I am not bothered in the slightest, I must stop wasting my time.” Iluumi pauses, possibly in anticipation of some sort of response, but continues. “I suppose my presence here at this hour explains which conclusion I had come to.”
He waits again for a few moments but ends up explaining his own words himself when you’re still frozen in what he thinks is shock. “Your refusals bothered me. I can’t be certain why. Even your less enthusiastic response to me asking for your phone number bothered me.”
You’re still staring at him. Mind barely processing the words. Illumi is in your room in the middle of the night. Illumi is a hunter, a potentially dangerous person, and he’s caged you to your own bed. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever been in your life, yet you can’t even bring yourself to cry over the absolute fear you feel because of the intensity that keeps growing and radiating from Illumi.
“You occupy my thoughts more than I would prefer, and the only cure I found for that is to watch you when you’re home. No other activity soothes it.”
His index finger and thumb hold his chin as he continues thinking over the matter, but his eyes are still fixed onto you. When his eyes widen slightly, the intensity you felt grows dramatically and you have to reflexively cover yourself till the top of your head with the blanket to not end up asphyxiated.
A hand gently pulls down the cover till your chin, and luckily, the intensity mellows enough to allow you to breathe.
“I came here tonight to understand why trying to sleep on my own causes me distress. It’s like I search for you in my own bed, and the lack of your presence makes me restless.”
He leans in, hands sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips and you instinctively shrink into yourself. Voice perfectly even, the tone betrays the depth of his words. “I talked to my mother about this feeling and came to a conclusion. I’m in love with you.”
Sweat starts to bead at your forehead, but Illumi’s eyes refuse to allow you any reprieve. One of his hands sneak up your body, fingertips gently tracing the outline till his hand lightly wraps around your throat. The grip is non-existent but the threat of a not so well meaning squeeze still exists.
“All I need to do is squeeze. A fragile human such as yourself would give in to death in under ten seconds if I do decide to test my grip. However, even the mere thought of it bothers me. Even now, I can’t bring myself to hurt you.”
The hand moves further upwards, cupping your cheek despite the sweat. “At first I thought you were using some kind of Nen to bewitch me, so imagine my surprise when I found out that you’re a non-user.”
You finally manage to shakily exhale through your mouth, but the beating in your heart suddenly becomes too loud when his thumb traces the edges of your lips.
“I thought I should kill you to get rid of your spell, but the thought of you not existing anymore made my chest ache.” Illumi sighs. “Seems like the damage has been done, and it’s quite a lot. With how the majority of my thoughts are about you, I could even claim that I’m obsessed.”
The intensity grows again, and it gets even harder to breathe in the cool room. When Illumi’s thumb forces your lips open and presses down on your tongue, you can only hope you’ll be safe. After all, the look in his eyes is absolutely frightening.
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caelanglang · 10 months
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For some fluff brain rot, I think while Dazai complains about Chuuya’s motorcycle to tease him (and because he won’t admit that it sort of scares him even with a heightened chance of death), he actually likes riding it with Chuuya because it gives him an excuse to hold onto Chuuya tight.
anon you are so true.
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when it first happened, Chuuya drove real fast to get rid of Dazai asap and Dazai held him tighter for that... later on, Chuuya would still go fast (hoping to get Dazai to hold him closer) but would take the long cut because they're idiots like that lmao
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megaphone-malediction · 4 months
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would love to see you draw magnus :-)
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rebka18 · 8 days
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For @mitsybubbles i like to think seri and reigen never whent to a prom (seri cause of the isolation and reigen cause he didint had anyone to take even a friend) so the kids ended up asking them to chaperone but end up enjoying themselfs instead !!!
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yurizonofanfics · 1 year
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can you do a bowser x sick reader?
i have the flu and need the koopa king tysm and have a good day/night!
i'm sorry you're feeling sick anon! get better soon ✨ (did this as headcanons instead because a narrative wasn't coming to me, hope that's alright!)
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We all know that Bowser is a big softie to the people he cares about, and he doesn't always want it to show, but when he hears that you're sick, he comes to check on you as often as he can.
He makes sure that you have everything you need. He assigns practically an entire army of Koopa to take care of you when he can't be there. Blankets, pillows, food, water, medicine - whatever you need, they bring it.
However, what you really want is Bowser to be there with you. And a lot of the time, he is. Often you wake up to him sitting by your bedside either quietly taking care of administrative business or snoozing himself.
If he's feeling particularly soft, he will feed you soup. As in, he holds the spoon and brings it to your mouth. It warms your heart to see how carefully and skillfully he holds the tiny spoon in his claws.
If he's feeling both particularly soft and sleepy, he will pick you up and lay you down on top of him. You can settle on his stomach and rest your head on his chest. Bowser is nice and toasty warm, plus he puts his hand over you and it almost covers you entirely. You're nice and cozy and you fall asleep to his steady breathing and heartbeat.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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OMG REQUESTS!!! Yayyyyyy :DD could I please request octavinelle with a s/o who gets amnesia, and doesn't remember their romantic involvement? What do the boys do? Thank you sm :)) hope ur having a great day <3333
Octavinelle with a s/o with amnesia
Floyd
He won’t take it too well. What, you’ve forgotten him? After all you guys been through together? It’s some cruel joke, isn’t it shrimpy? You’re just getting even with him for all the pranks he pulled…. Right?
Floyd has you by the arms, shaking you like a broken toy. As if by some miraculous force, you’ll be able to remember him. Jade has to pull him of you, but Floyd’s still holding your hands. He’s particularly crying at this point. Sobbing out all the memories he treasures with you.
Floyd makes sure he stays near you. He’s never too far away, hand creeping around your waist. Maybe you’ll remember him. You just need… some time, right?
Until then, you aren’t getting rid of him that easily.
Azul takes it as well as you can expect him to.
His hands are clasped around your cheeks, eyes desperately searching your face for any spark of recognition. His eyes water, tears threatening to spill over.
You truly don’t remember him? Azul Ashengrotto’s hands release your face, opting to run them through your hair, curling a lock around his fingers. He’s doing his best to conceal his emotions, yet his lips tremble.
Azul keeps you by his side. Whether he uses a contract, or simply hires you, Azul has an eye on you at all times. He can’t just leave you alone, not like this. You might not love him anyone, but that’s fine.
He has enough love for the both of you.
Jade’s surprisingly calm about it.
He strokes your cheek, gazing into your eyes. Jade has dealt with enough customers to know when someone is lying. You weren’t. You genuinely don’t remember him. Nor anyone else, for that matter.
You were fully a blank canvas, void of whatever memories you had. It’s painful for Jade, even though he conceals the hurt. It’s hard to look at you without remembering the times you two spent together, hand in hand.
Jade tries to help you remember. He’ll quietly bring you to your favourite places, muttering stories about what you two did there. Jade’s hands unconsciously seeks yours, fingers closing around yours. Take your time, prefect.
Until then, he’ll be right here.
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wheelsupkels · 1 month
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Hi, hope you're doing good 😄 will you write an enemies to lovers with Hotch x FBI!reader? (She and Hotch were bitter rivals in the academy and she never lets him live down the fact that he was 2nd choice for a top spot in the BAU) some FBI conference pops up where the department heads have to attend and some mix up at the front desk makes them share a room and bed 🥺👉🏾👈🏾
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(pretty please, I love your writing 🥹)
I am doing really well. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea. Thank you for sending in this request, I hope this is what you were looking for. :)
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Unexpected Affections
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Aaron Hotchner and you had always been bitter rivals ever since your days at the FBI academy. Both of you were determined to be the best, and your competitive nature often led to clashes and arguments. However, there was one thing you never let Hotch forget: he was only the second choice for a top spot in the BAU.
Despite your differences, you both excelled in your careers, with Hotch eventually rising to become the esteemed leader of the BAU, while you carved out your own path as a respected agent in the field. But the rivalry and tension between you never seemed to fade, lingering beneath the surface whenever you crossed paths.
One day, an FBI conference was announced, requiring department heads from various units to attend. Reluctantly, you and Hotchner found yourselves on the list of attendees, knowing that you would have to endure each other's company for the duration of the event.
As you arrived at the conference hotel, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the prospect of spending several days in close quarters with Hotch. The last thing you wanted was to be stuck in a room with your bitter rival, but fate seemed to have other plans.
Upon checking in at the front desk, you were informed that there had been a mix-up with the room assignments, and you and Hotch would have to share a room for the duration of the conference. You bristled at the thought, but there was nothing you could do to change the situation.
Grudgingly, you and Hotch made your way to the room, tension crackling in the air between you. As you entered the room, you were met with the sight of a single king-sized bed, further adding to the awkwardness of the situation.
Hotchner cleared his throat, breaking the uneasy silence. "Well, this is... unexpected."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, unable to resist the urge to get in one last jab at your rival. "Guess you're not used to being the second choice, huh?"
Hotchner's jaw tightened at your remark, but he remained composed. "Let's just try to make the best of it, shall we?"
With a begrudging nod, you begrudgingly agreed, resigned to the fact that you were stuck with each other for the foreseeable future. However, as the hours passed and the conference got underway, you found yourself gradually letting your guard down around Aaron.
Despite your differences, you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between you, a spark of attraction simmering beneath the surface. As you engaged in discussions and workshops together, you found yourself drawn to Aaron's intelligence, wit, and undeniable charisma.
Late one night, after a long day of meetings and presentations, you and Aaron found yourselves back at the hotel room, exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. With a sigh, you collapsed onto the bed, unable to muster the energy to argue or bicker any longer.
Hotchner watched you for a moment, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, offering him a tired smile. "Just tired. It's been a long day."
Hotchner hesitated for a moment before joining you on the bed, careful to leave a respectable distance between you. "I know we've had our differences, but I want you to know that I respect you as an agent and as a colleague."
Surprised by his sincerity, you felt a pang of guilt for all the times you had belittled him in the past. "I... I feel the same way, Hotchner. I may not always show it, but I do respect you."
With that admission hanging in the air between you, the tension that had always simmered between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of mutual understanding and respect. And as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship with Hotch than meets the eye.
As the night wore on, the distance between you and Aaron seemed to shrink, both figuratively and literally. The air in the room felt charged with an undeniable tension, one that neither of you could ignore. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, you found yourselves locked in a silent exchange, each daring the other to make the first move.
Unable to resist the pull any longer, Aaron reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering between you.
With a shaky breath, you turned to face him, your eyes locking in an intense gaze. Without a word, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. Your heart hammered in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a hesitant but passionate kiss.
In that moment, all the animosity and rivalry that had defined your relationship melted away, replaced by a fierce longing and desire. As you lost yourself in the intoxicating warmth of his embrace, you knew that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion – it was the beginning of something beautiful.
The night stretched on, filled with whispered words of affection and tender caresses as you and Hotchner explored the depths of your newfound connection. In each other's arms, you found solace and comfort, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, you and Aaron lay entwined in each other's embrace, content in the knowledge that you had finally found what you had been searching for all along – comfort, in the unlikeliest of places.
From bitter rivals to passionate lovers, your journey with Aaron was just beginning, and as you looked towards the future, you knew that together, you could conquer anything that came your way. With a smile on your lips and Hotchner's hand in yours, you drifted off to sleep, eager to see what the future held for the two of you.
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areyousanta · 8 months
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@eldritchfrog I may have gone a little overboard with Alphonse, but the idea struck me, and I had to go all-out
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waxingrunes · 5 months
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might there be any possibility to request a suit-clad remus…? preferably a suit that would later be removed…? by an absurdly sexy sirius…? please…? pretty please…?
Well, as that was the prettiest of pleases.
I’ve been spitballing ideas of how to introduce a suited up Wolfstar so you’re onto something with this. Do we think Remus would suit a classic well tailored three-piece, pocket square, maybe a pocket watch, whole nine gentlemanly yards?
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shoulmate · 6 months
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"Geez, you weren't kidding," Futakuchi mutters as he sinks into the seat next to Aone. "People really don't sit next to you on the train."
Aone gives one silent nod, fists clenched on his knees as he stares straight out the opposite window. The older man sitting in front of it, across from Aone, glances up over his newspaper and does a double-take before awkwardly shifting out of Aone's direct line of sight.
Futakuchi watches the middle blocker from the corner of his eye. Most people wouldn't have seen a change but Futakuchi's known him long enough, they've been through enough together, to recognize the subtle stiffening in Aone's posture.
Though it's a little out of his way, it's not too inconvenient for Futakuchi. He's prepared to take that route again just to keep Aone company--he cares for his teammates even if he'll never admit it--but Aone's not at school the next day.
A quick text in the team-chat confirms he's fine, just a little under-the-weather.
At the end of practice someone taps Futakuchi on his shoulder and whips around.
"Hi. Whoa, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," you blurt with your palms up. He cocks an eyebrow; you're in his class but he doesn't really know you.
It doesn't stop you from plowing ahead without giving him a chance to speak. "I just noticed that yesterday you were on the train with Aone, the quiet guy who plays on the volleyball team with you--I mean, of course you know he's on the team with you, you're the captain, nevermind. What I'm trying to say is that I saw you both on the train yesterday when I usually only see Aone and I noticed that Aone's not here today so I was wondering if you were still going to take that same train home today even though you usually don't. And it's just that"
--In the brief moment you take to catch your breath Futakuchi realizes he's gaping a weird, horrified way but he's too distracted to change--
"I really hate riding the train. People are creepy and it grosses me out and I always feel better seeing Aone there, too, because I know he's super nice and if something went wrong or I was in trouble I could ask him for help even though I don't talk to him. But since he's not here today I was wondering if you were still going to ride the train...?"
It takes his mind a minute to catch up, to realize that you're actually giving him a chance to talk.
"I...wasn't...going to?" he starts to answer but it trails up into a question as you start to deflate. "But if it matters that much, I can..."
You exhale with tangible relief. "Thank you so much." You cup your forehead. "I'm sorry about word-vomiting all over you. You're just...really intimidating."
He smirks and falls into step with you walking toward the train station.
"You say I'm intimidating?" He snorts, laughing dryly. "Have you seen the wide-berth people give Aone on the train?"
"Of course I have. Why do you think his presence is so comforting?"
Futakuchi's eyes narrow. "If you think his presence is so comforting why don't you sit with him? It doesn't make him feel good that people avoid him so extremely."
"Really?" You wilt a little at this. "I never thought of it that way...I just...Well..." Your smile is so awkward it's more of a grimace. "I mean, you've experienced my nervous chatter first-hand now. I would love to sit with him, I just...didn't want to subject him to my..."
"Uncontrollable verbal assault?"
You scoff defensively. "I wouldn't say assault..." When he lifts his brow, you sigh in relent. "Okay, yes. It can be aggressive. Which is exactly why I don't sit with him."
As the train pulls into the station, wind whipping at your Date Tech uniform, the irony of the situation hits him.
"I think you're exactly the kind of person Aone would want to sit with him."
You give him a darkly skeptical and searching look, falling surprisingly silent for the rest of the ride and Futakuchi doesn't mind.
He opens his phone and scrolls through random bullshit until your stop comes up.
"Thanks, Futakuchi-san," you say quietly. "I'm really grateful you did this."
He sighs dramatically. "It was really thoughtful of me. So inconvenient and out of my way." He lifts his gaze from his phone to meet your eye as you stand up. "You can pay me back by sitting with Aone tomorrow."
He smirks, satisfied with the way you blanch and leave without another word.
Aone's back at school the next day and in top-form at practice.
"Hey big-guy," Futakuchi says clapping him on the back as they leave the court. "I'm gonna stay a little bit later today so I'll catch the train with you next time. 'Kay?"
Aone nods.
Futakuchi practices a few more serves, closely watching the clock as he mentally counts-down.
When he thinks he has the time right he runs out of the gym--not bothering to change or lock-up yet--and sprints down the road.
His timing is perfect.
The train's just pulling out of the station and he can clearly see Aone's distinct back to the window and
for the first time
someone sitting in the seat next to him.
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Thank you @dira333 !!
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diverbots · 1 year
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As someone who always gets stuck on tank when I play with my friends, I think it would be super cool to see Reinhardt or Sigma in your style! ^^
Sigma and Reinhardt are actually in my top three most played right now cause I played so much tank when I started in Overwatch 1 so I know how you feel about that haha.
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Oh, and have an extra Torbjorn in the corner cause why not.
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cloudybarnes · 1 year
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I hope that you may consider my request for Draco Malfoy, in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and a muggle. He doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings for her and she feels the same about him but he doesn’t know how to really react to these feelings and picks on her a little bit until the one day she felt the need to stick up for him to a teacher that seemed to have it for him and after that, feelings are confessed and they end up together in the end? If not, that’s okay! :)
Hii thank you so much for the request!! Hopefully I did it justice to how you imagined it :)
Pairing: Draco Malfor x gryffindor!reader
Summary: hidden feelings with draco get revealed when (Y/N) stands up for him against one of their professors
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"Oh bloody hell," Ron rolled his eyes, "here comes Malfoy."
You scoffed, looking over to where Ron nodded his head. The two of you were sat in the yard on a picnic blanket studying for your potions exam.
Hermione, who may have been able to help a little better than Ron, was off helping Harry woo Cho with some scheme he's come up with. Truthfully though, Ron is pretty good with potions.
"Well, well," Malfoy taunted, his two goonies right in tow, "what have we here? Weasle-bee and (Y/N) on a little date? How pathetic."
Draco stood directly over top of where you and Ron sat. He stared down at you with a smirk, not really paying much attention to Ron.
"What, jealous no girls want to be around that nasty attitude of yours?" you smirked back.
Draco scoffed with a laugh, "I'm sure you'd have no problem spending a night with my 'nasty attitude', sweet cheeks."
The way he spoke to you both infuriated you and gave you butterflies. It was pathetic. Draco was attractive; there was no doubt about that. Beside that, he was a complete dick. He was rude to you and your friends, always belittled them, and did his best to push your buttons.
It was infuriating.
"(Y/N) would never go for someone like you, Malfoy," Ron piped up, "you're way below her standards."
Ron was great for defending you, but if you were being honest with yourself, Draco wasn't mean to you. He was a jerk to your friends which is something you couldn't tolerate, but all he really did was tease you.
Draco smirked, "Why don't we let (Y/N) tell me herself if I'm 'so below her standards'. Sweetheart?"
That pet name made your stomach flip, but you wouldn't show it.
You rolled your eyes, "Draco, you're an asshole at the best of times; I would never give you a chance. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got a potions exam to study for."
Draco scoffed and gathered his two goons and left you and Ron be. 
“What a nightmare that Malfoy is,” Ron stated.
You hummed in agreement, looking back down at your potions book. The blonde boy infiltrating your thoughts, much to your dismay.  
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In class the next day, you sat next to Hermione with Ron and Harry at the two-person table behind you. You were sat down taking your potions exam, doing everything in your power to figure out what bloody liquid you put in your pot to make a truth potion. 
Just as you’re on the verge of figuring it out, Draco barges into the classroom, late as usual. Snape’s head lifts up from his desk as Draco parades in and takes his seat.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape starts and he stands from his chair, “you’re late.”
“Sorry professor, got lost in the halls.”
Snape scowls, “I don’t want your half-witted excuses, Malfoy. I guess you are as stupid as your classmates presume you to be.”
The class starts to giggle, but Draco bows his head with a scowl on his face. You start to feel a little bit bad for Draco. Though he’s a dickhead to you and your friends, you still know how it sucks to be picked on, especially by a teacher. 
“In fact,” Snape continues as he slowly steps closer to where Draco sits, “you may as well just not even bother taking the exam today. Godric knows you wouldn’t pass even if you had an intelligence spell with you.”
“Professor,” your voice shocks you. You didn’t realize your disdain for the way Malfoy was being talked to would lead to this. 
Snape turns his attention to you, “Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
You cleared your throat and looked at Draco for a quick second before bringing your attention back to Professor Snape. “I think it’s entirely inappropriate the way you belittle Mr. Malfoy by saying how stupid you perceive him to be. Draco may not be the top student, but he is clever, and I think it’s a mistake to underestimate him.”
The class stared at you in disbelief. A Gryffindor standing up for a Slytherin is unheard of, especially if the Slytrherin is Draco Malfoy. 
Snape stares as you for a long second before speaking, “everyone back to the exam. Next person to talk gets 20 points deducted from their house.”
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After class got let out, you walked with Hermione, Ron, and Harry out in the hallways. 
“What has gotten into you!” Harry exclaimed, “Sticking up for Malfoy now?”
“I’m so confused,” Ron mumbled.
“I mean,” Harry continued, “what were you even thinking?”
Before you could even get a word out, Draco’s voice called out your name.
The four of you turned around to see Draco standing behind you. “Can we have a chat, (Y/L/N)?” Draco asked as he turned his back and started walking the opposite direction as you.
You looked to your friends, who shook their heads, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to go anyway.
When you caught up to Draco, he was stood at one of the pillars looking out the window.
“What did you want, Malfoy?”
Draco turned his attention to you, “Why did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Don’t play stupid, (Y/N),” Draco snarled, “you stood up for me in front of Snape, in front of the whole class at that. You called him out for saying I was stupid, then you actually complimented me.”
Draco started to grow a smirk on his face. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a little crush on me.”
You couldn’t help the warmth that spread to your cheeks. “I don’t have a crush on you, for Godric’s sake. I just don’t particularly like the way Snape talks to his students. Trust me, it was not because it was you, it was because Snape needs to be knocked off his high horse sometimes.”
 Draco chuckled, “Alright, (Y/N), you keep on telling yourself that.” Draco grabbed his bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He stared into your eyes as his shoulder brushed yours,Draco walking past you and leaving. 
You turned and watched him go, but he stopped a few steps down the line. Draco turned around, smirk on his face. “Maybe next time Snape gives us an assignment, you’ll have me as your study date instead of old Weasle-bee.” 
With that, Draco turned back again, walking away. His last statement sent butterflies straight to your belly. You couldn’t wait to take him up on that offer. 
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xynczachrome · 11 months
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can you do vania or akita next?
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Why not both~
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ajitanparmesan · 8 months
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@lintubintu, your wish is my make true
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the council has decided that his arms were to be tied up. sorry i don't make the rules
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