i hate your stupid faces

hideyoshineki  asked:

Thank you for the amazing update! I'm curious; while you gave us a good idea of what drunk Yuuri was yelling about at the party with the 'you' and the observation that it sounded like a series of insults, did you have in mind exactly what Yuuri was saying? Or just the general gist since nobody in the fic knows (and will never find out anyway)?

Lol will Yuuri’s yelling in Japanese forever remain a mystery?? ;)

Are we ever going to know what yuuri said when he was drunk?

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I wont write it out exactly but the general gist of it was:

Yuuri’s face contorted in an instant, eyes narrowing and mouth twisting into an almost snarl as he called something sharp and harsh in an unfamiliar language across the room, eyes still looking directly at Viktor. Despite not understanding a single one of the few words that Yuuri had just said, from the tone and his accusatory pointing finger Viktor was pretty sure that the words would translate into something very similar to a version of ‘you’ that was very far from polite.

This is pretty much exactly what it looks like, Yuuri is pointing at Viktor and saying something along the lines of ‘you! Hey, you’ in a rude way.

“Ignoring his hesitant words of greeting Yuuri snapped out another tumbled string of syllables in the same foreign language as his first.”

Here Yuuri is telling a brief summary of why he hates Viktor, something along the lines of ‘yeah, you! you called me fat and didn’t think I could be a skater. How do you like me now asshole?’ 

At Viktor’s lack of response Yuuri yelled something else that sounded suspiciously like a series of insults

Again, this is exactly what it looks like. Viktor isn’t responding so drunk!Yuuri is just generally insulting him like ‘you’re so arrogant and I hate you’ etc

Viktor turned back to Yuuri who was still slumped in his arms, glaring up at Viktor, mumbling something in Japanese and poking Viktor sharply in the chest

Here Yuuri’s kind of mellowed out slightly because he’s yelled most of the actual insults his drunk mind can think of so now he’s saying more along the lines of ‘I hate you and your stupid skating and your pretty face’

After some manoeuvring he managed to get Yuuri back on his feet again but the other man ended up clinging to his shoulder, half draped over Viktor as he continued to drunkenly rant at the man he had plastered himself too, feet too unsteady to stand on his own.

“Here Yuuri is ranting about his feelings basically. Something along the lines of ‘I hate how you always beat me and now I beat you and you didn’t even stick around to see it and it’s not fair, why did you just leave?’

Yuuri mumbled something else that was definitely not in English and finally stopped ranting, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder with a yawn and sounding considerably less angry than he had a few seconds before.

But at least you’re here now

Every now and again he tossed another couple of words at Viktor but they sounded as though they had much less bite to them as before.

‘I still hate you, you know.’ etc but much less mean and more of an afterthought

Instead he simply wound his arms around Viktor’s neck and buried his face into his shoulder, muttering something else that Viktor couldn’t quite make out.

This is where he started to get into sappy territory, when Viktor picked him up. Something like ‘you feel really nice’

And then obviously he finally starts talking in English

  • Draco: *flattens hair anxiously*
  • Harry: Draco, stop. You look incredible.
  • Draco: There's going to be so many reporters, I knew I should have worn my other suit.
  • Harry: Stop worrying. Nobody is going to look at you and think "his hair is terrible" or "that colour doesn't suit him."
  • Draco: Sentimental gi-
  • Harry: They're going to be like "Draco Malfoy is dating the fittest lad in Britain."
  • Draco: You're a git. Just a git. There's no sentiment. I hate your stupid face.

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if u could do a drunk confession thing with v and saeran please!! the first two where amazing 🐆it'd be great thank u i love ur writing

omg thank you so much lovely anon! ^^ I actually am quite mad at myself for not including these two because i love them lmao also holy crap its almost the choi bois birthday i need to do something for them 

a Saeran + V version of these  posts

Drunk RFA V + Saeran


V

  • This sunshine rarely gets drunk and is usually with Jumin when he is but tonight he is indulging himself in wine, surrounded with pictures of MC let’s say he’s not blind for this one
  • It sounds creepy and he knows it probably is but the growing love he has for her really cannot be contained at this moment
  • It has always been Rika who filled his thoughts but after all that’s happened he finally found peace within himself to move on and find his real sun
  • And that was MC
  • He learned to fall in love the healthy way and he felt really blessed that MC helped him throughout his journey
  • But is this man capable of being tainted by feelings of jealousy??
  • Yes
  • MC was on a date and he was feeling extra bitter that night
  • So when he was reaching for his phone, attempting to call her his eyes immediately widened
  • No he will not let her see him wreck himself like this
  • He still did it anyways
  • “V? What’s wrong are you okay?”
  • “Yes.. I’m fine”
  • “Why did you call? Should I come over? Is something the matter?”
  • “There is no matter but can you please come over?”
  • “I’ll be there”
  • When MC came, she was astounded by the amount of pictures surrounding the house and was more astonished by the man before her who reeked of alcohol
  • “MC my love” 
  • V hugged her tight 
  • He was being so uncharacteristical and she was confused until it registered in her brain what he called her
  • My love??
  • “V why are you drinking?”
  • “I am… displeased with myself”
  • “How come”
  • She held his cheek so tenderly V could feel his heart bursting with love
  • “I am such an unworthy man to have been jealous of your date today. I love you but it seems that I am too late”
  • “Oh V you were never too late. I only met up with him for a polite meal of gratitude, I was never romantically linked with him, it’s you I have my eyes on. I love you”
  • V felt so relieved and so happy he felt tears brimming his eyes as he kissed her so passionately
  • They spent the entire night cuddling and when morning came and their bodies were entangled with each other they felt so happy and content
  • Although V could feel a dull ache in his head, he was glad he remembered everything that went down last night
  • He was inhaling the scent of her hair as he pulled her close to him, never intending to let go

Saeran

  • Living with MC and Saeyoung was such a chore
  • But the only reason he was so irritated was because they acted so much like a couple
  • He couldn’t stand being in the same room when they were being so touchy and smiley with each other
  • One time it was movie night and they were pressed up against each other like some married couple
  • But it was only because Saeyoung had put the popcorn too far MC had to scoot closer to properly get some
  • It bothered him so much to feel this way so one night, he escaped the eyes of his brother to get wasted in some club
  • He was only there for the drinks though and had no intention of entertaining the girls who were sticking their ass out in front of him
  • When he came home, Saeyoung was ready to fight him about his whereabouts but he shushed him saying that he had no time for it
  • He was walking properly no doubt but he was drunk enough to be bold and confused
  • So instead of going to his room he accidentally stumbled to MC’s
  • Cue his face getting hot at the sight 
  • She was curled up between the sheets and had this cute bedhead
  • He walked towards her despite the mental protest and ended up kneeling beside her bed
  • Stroking her hair he felt yet again another churn in his stomach and a squeeze at his chest
  • “Why do you make me feel like shit and this shit actually feels good? I hate you, I hate you for making me feel this way, I hate you for your stupid face and stupid actions, I hate you for trying to make me feel better I hate you I hate you”
  • MC woke up to this string of I hate you mantras and when she found out Saeran was the one saying them she wrapped her arms around his neck and pullled him
  • He stumbled and toppled towards her 
  • “Let go you idiot I hate you”
  • “No you don’t”
  • “Yes I do”
  • “I know you Saeran and you tell me these things everyday, i know you don’t”
  • He could feel MC nuzzling her face on her neck and his heart started racing 
  • “Lay beside me”
  • Curse his drunken decision making he actually listened
  • He had his back facing her but she wrapped her arms around his waist and Saeran tensed up
  • “So… warm”
  • When he was sure MC was deep in sleep, he carefully faced her and had his hands on the small of her back, trying to pull her closer, wanting to feel more of her
  • “I… love you”
  • Unknown to him, MC was smiling against his chest
  • The next morning, they were met by the screams of Saeyoung
  • “My own brother?? and MC?? in he same BED. I feel so betrayed”
  • “Shut up” 
  • Saeran was having none of his brother’s crying and buried his face in the mess of MC’s hair
  • “You two didn’t even have the decency to close the door, God knows what I might have seen. Stop polluting my innocent eyes”
  • “Fuck off Saeyoung I feel like absolute shit”
  • MC felt really worried because she knows he had a drink last night 
  • “Do you want me to get you some advil?”
  • She was about to get up when Saeran pulled her back down and was fiercely cuddling with her
  • “Stay”
  • She giggled and pressed a soft kiss to his head
  • “I love you too”
  • He groaned knowing she heard him last night but he wasn’t really complaining
love like an ache in the jaw

this is really old and its been sitting in my wips since forever but this is for @jiilys because nothing i ever do will ever stop being for you and even though i wrote this when i was trying to be like you its ok because i dont think i’ll ever stop trying to be like you


Nothing makes sense to me anymore. You walk with me to Potions even though it’s on the other side of the school and I know for a fact that you have Divination right now. I can’t stop looking at you. Every time I do it’s like being jolted awake, and all of a sudden I am 14 and staring at your collarbones, like, holy shit, James, when did you get tall? Your grin is crooked one side when Mulciber socked you in the jaw after you cursed him for calling Sirius a traitor. There’s a chip on one of your canines and when you wink at me it turns my insides to water, but I’d never tell you that. I think I am close to dissolving when I am around you.

My stomach tightens into a fist when I catch you staring at me in Transfiguration. Every time I quench down on hope it sparks an ache somewhere in my body, behind my right knee, the hollow at the base of my throat, the tips of my fingers. Somewhere along the way we take a trip to the beach and I can’t process the thought of you, glorious and tan and seawater glistening all over you. I try to hate you, because that would make everything so much easier. I hate your stupid face and your stupid hair and the way you call my name. You dunk me in the ocean and saltwater fills my nostrils and it is so much less painful that the feel of your bare hands on my waist.

I am trying to paint my nails in the dorm when you knock on the door and muscle your way in, throwing yourself down on the bed and complaining about homework. You make it seem so easy, staring at the ceiling as though bounding into my dorm room at 3:00pm on a Monday afternoon is completely normal. I can see the underside of your jaw from where I am sprawled on the carpet. I wonder what it would feel like underneath my lips. I manage to kick over the bottle of nail polish and it spills over the carpet, the colour of blood, like a stain that will never come out, like you, like this immovable weight on my chest when you stoop to help me clean up the mess. Nothing is messier than the tangle of veins and arteries looping around my heart, beating a tattoo against my chest. Your breath tickles my nose. I am blinded by what I cannot have, and it is the hazel in your eyes and the soft sweep of your cupid’s bow and the way you bark out blatant laughter on the uptake, like I am glorious, but I am wretched, because I want to feel your lower lip between my teeth.

Sometimes I think it would be easier if we had stayed friends, because now there is a barren landscape between friends and where I want to be, which is nestled in the region of your neck and shoulder. You kick me under the table in Charms and I lean over to pinch you. You have your shirtsleeves rolled up and I can see veins cording your wrist. I can handle an E on my Charms exam but I cannot handle this. I cannot handle the way you are looking at me. We end up having a pinching war and Flitwick gives us both detention, but it is worth it. It is worth it because you laughed and the sound of it is like shockwaves, keeping me awake.

You are like an itch that I cannot scratch. I blast Blondie in the dormitory at 8:00pm on a Saturday night to flood out all the thoughts of you. If you were a ghost you’d be a filmy apparition in gossamer thread and cheeky smiles. My thoughts always seem to stray to you like a default, as though it is normal to be thinking about what you look like without a shirt on. We go to Hogsmeade and I gaze in every storefront window so I can catch your reflection without having to look at you.

I start to have dreams. Dreams that wake me up in the dorm in the early hours of the morning in a sweaty, gasping mess. I should be thinking about famine and war and my Transfiguration test next week but last night I dreamt that you planted a terrarium in the space between my ribs. I fight my way into sleep and it’s fucking delightful and I enjoy it, because you are everywhere in my head and I don’t have to think about it. The thought of you seeps all the way to the ends of my fingers and I itch to hold you for real, completely. It’s so much easier to call you a git and kick your shin on the way to Herbology but I rarely see any colours anymore apart from the hazel of your eyes.

The other day you paid me out for liking Simon and Garfunkel and I almost thanked you for it. Instead I punched you almost hard enough to expel all source of feeling from my knuckles. I am wasteless for you, inexhaustible for you. You leave me breathless, listless, like I have been knocked out, like I am punch drunk. Pretending becomes easy. I do it all the time. For example, today I pretended that I wasn’t perturbed by your knee touching mine under the table in the Great Hall. I can pretend that I don’t quake with the thought of you, neglect to quiver like something waifish and insubstantial when I’m around you, that the touch of your hand on my upper arm doesn’t send my nerves into overdrive.

Avery called out to me on the way back from the library the other day and it shouldn’t affect me but it does. I can’t even remember what he said because I was drowning in anger and spite but somehow he’s planted a vision in my mind of what it would be like without you and it is scaring the shit out of me. I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if that were true, if at some point under the thumb of this war I lost you and I cannot stand it. I want to run to you, hold you beneath my hands but I don’t because you should not miss something that you never had. Instead I sit in the dormitory at 1:00am because if I go to sleep I know this will haunt me worse than you did, and I am shaking and pale and sweating and the gentle padding of your footsteps down the staircase doesn’t help. ‘Lily,’ you say, and then you are crossing the room to me because I bet you can see my hands vibrating where they’re clutching a blanket around me and you are saying, ‘Lily, Lily, oh my God, are you ill? What’s wrong?’ A crease furrows between your brows and I am shaking my head you are clutching me tightly, so tightly, like you’re afraid I will shatter without you there.

A few days later you corner me after Charms, and I am bright and wieldy and I have been sleeping better since you stroked my hair until I fell asleep, but you look burdened, and you are asking me what happened to me to make me frightened and pale at 1:00am in the dormitory. Somehow I clamour out with an answer something like, ‘I lost you in my head,’ and it doesn’t make sense but you have my head between your hands and you are murmuring to me, saying that I will never loose you, not so long as I live. Then you ask me what made me so ill, because you think I may have given it to you, and I am giggling and laughing and you are holding me to your chest and breathing comes easy with the reminder of your heartbeat under my hands.

Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth in a nutshell
  • Nico: I hate you Jackson
  • Nico: I hate you and your stupid, beautiful face
  • Annabeth: Yes, I am not jealous at all, nope not at all
  • Annabeth: but seriously, if you touch Percy you mortal bitch I will give you a one way ticket to the fields of punishment
  • Rachel: *aggressively throws plastic hairbrushes at Titans*
  • Nico: like gods I hate you (I wish I could kiss you) I mean what no I'm supposed to hate you leave me alone
  • Grover: *in the distance* I CAN FEEL THE WILD
  • Percy: *literally has no idea what the fuck is going on*
  • oh yeah Kronos comes back too

nonbinarycharliedalton  asked:

okay so i see you're a dps fan from your about section and as u may have noticed from my url, so am i. hit me with a few anderperry headcanons for sleepover saturday? also anything else about the other characters that you want to talk about :)

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ANDERPERRY HEADCANONS??????????????? HELL YES

  • Todd writes poetry, Neil performs it - usually with just the two of them, though
  • they often exchange jumpers, and not just for romantic reasons. their jumpers somehow fit the other better and both of them think the other smells nicer
  • the “flying desk set” becomes a tradition, sometimes they invite the others too
  • surprisingly, Knox is the first who notices their intimacy. he doesn’t tell, but his knowing smiles when he looks at the couple gives it away to the rest of the poets
  • Neil gets headaches a lot, usually because of his loud and boisterous behavior, and Todd sneaks into Welton’s kitchens and somehow manages to make the best hot chocolate and sneak it out without anyone noticing. it’s a mystery how he does it, really.
  • they leave each other small sweet notes on the typewriter
  • for example: “i hate your stupid face and can’t wait to kiss it after classes”
  • when they sleep together, Neil falls asleep first - and clings so hard that Todd has to wake him up if ever he needs the toilet
  • Todd hates all flowers apart from daisies, and Neil always makes sure to get one on his way to school from the theater
  • Neil annoys Todd when the boy is reading/studying so Todd starts writing on his face to shut him up
  • the writings usually say things like “i am annoying”
  • Neil pretends to hate them but keeps from washing that area on his skin for as longs as he can
  • they don’t kiss or have sex a lot. usually they just enjoy each other’s silent company, and it feels comfortable and they have grown into being unable to imagine themselves alone alone
  • Neil never dies

A random headcanon for each of the boys bc why not:

  • Knox is actually very good at poetry once he gets over Chris and starts writing about about better things like the cave and a certain boy named Nuwanda
  • Cameron loves chocolate. And while the boys pretend to hate him, he knows that the random chocolate bars in his pockets and bags and on his bed don’t appear out of nowhere
  • The saxophone isn’t the only instrument Charlie’s good at. He can play pretty much every string instrument known to mankind, and some occasional woodwinds here and there
  • Pitts accidentally creates a new staple snack for the boys: the nutella jam cake, which was never meant to be edible
  • Meeks actually is not good at everything, and has to take English lessons from Todd
  • Todd always lets his coffee go cold and then crashes on his books, Neil has to carry him to bed
  • Everyone thinks Neil is a natural at Latin, when in fact he stays up late just going through his books again again because he just loves the subject so much. Neil also smells of cardboard, for some reason

(also non-binary charlie dalton???? yes. canon.)

Little Storm Cloud

Title: Little Storm Cloud

Characters: Sam, Dean, and Reader (friends) 

Warning: adorable Winchester cuddles

A/N: I’m a grumpy little storm cloud today, just in a funk I guess. I also don’t feel like paying attention in class so I wrote this instead :) Enjoy!


Today had just been crappy from the second you got up. You’d stubbed your toe on the bedroom door. Your shower was twice as long because your mind kept wondering making you forget if you’d shampooed your hair. The boys had eaten the rest of your favorite cereal. It was just a shit day all around

Slamming your bedroom door, you stomped to the kitchen grumbling under your breath about having to go on a ridiculously long walk just to get a snack. Walking into the kitchen your hands balled into fists at the leftover food on the counter from lunch.

“Seriously!? Does no one in this godforsaken place know how to put food away!”

Opening the kitchen cabinet to grab a Tupperware you pulled one and the avalanche of plastic hit your face. “God fucking damnit!!” you start slamming things, jamming the mess of Tupperware back into the cabinet, slamming it shut.

“Woah, Y/N, what did the Tupperware do you to?”

“Shut up Sam,” you snapped, running your hands over your face. “UGH I hate today! Everything is so stupid!” Sam just stared as you stomp past him heading for your room.

Groaning you roll over in bed when you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

“Leave me alone Sam. I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“I know, I just brought you some blankets.” Hesitantly pushing open the door Sam walked to the side of your bed, covering you gently with your favorite blankets.

“Thanks Sam,” you mumbled as he walks out.

“Any time.”


When Dean got home he walked around the library looking for you when Sam came back from a run. “Where’s Y/N? I thought she was making dinner for us?”

“Yeah I wouldn’t mention that to her, I can make us something.”

“Why what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“She’s a little pissed off storm cloud at the moment. I’d stay out of her way if I were you.”

Dean thought for a minute before heading to his room.

He knocked twice on your door, not waiting for an answer when he came in.

“Go away Dean, I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Good thing we aren’t going to talk then. Scoot over.” Dean shoved at you, laughing as you lazily swatted back at him.

“Knock it off asshat! This is my bed!”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, sheesh.” Dean put his favorite mix CD in your stereo and then fit himself behind you on your bed, burying himself under your covers and pulling you in tight to him.

The two of you laid there, and at some point you drifted off in his arms.

When you woke up Sam had wedged his way in bed too. Sam sat with his back against your headboard and your head was using his thigh as a pillow, one of his hands reached down to hold yours. Dean had an arm draped over you and was nuzzling into your neck.

“Guys, guys what are you doing?” Both of the boys wiped their eyes, stretching as woke up. “What’s with the cuddle puddle in my bed?”

“You were a storm cloud,” Sam yawned.

“Yeah, the only way to cure the grumpy storm cloud is to cuddle the grump out of you.” Dean laughed as he stretched out his arms.

“What? I was not!” The boys laughed and Sam pulled you tight to his chest.

“Y/N, you almost started world war three with the Tupperware. You were a little angry storm could.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean pressed a kiss into your temple, “we still love you though.”

Sam pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “We love our little storm cloud.” 

Oh Captain My Co-Captain

Pairing: Oliver Wood X Reader

Prompt: You and Oliver have always butted heads as the leaders of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. When you finally face your problem, a lot more than anger is revealed.

Warnings: A few insults, but nothing too edgy. Maybe uncalled for anger. It gets better in the end I promise.

A/N: For some reason I really had an epiphany or something with this prompt. I’ve had the ideas to write it for a while but didn’t have the time to finish it until now. And I didn’t take years to put out another oneshot!!

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

    Tuesday. Practice day. You could never pinpoint what feeling you had on these Tuesdays. It was a strange mixture of excitement, dread, and a drop of anger that made this day feel like a terribly brewed potion. The first few matches of the year had already passed, and you felt less than thrilled at the team’s performance so far. Of course, things wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it weren’t for Oliver Wood created a mess whenever he so much as uttered two words.

    You cleared your thoughts and took a deep breath. Getting upset would be useless. The past was just that, and you had to focus on future games if not simple for your sanity’s sake. That, and you also had a feeling that if your friends heard you vent all your pent up anger to them one more time they would surely send you to get anger management assistance. You grabbed your broom and began to march down to the Quidditch Pitch. You glanced at the clock before you left, and grimaced. Half a minute late. This certainly was not good news.

    The green rolling hills of Hogwarts and the occasional wildflowers were quite possibly the best parts about the Hogwarts outdoors. It wasn’t as daunting as the Forbidden Forest, or as eerie as the lake. Just the right amount of tranquility and fresh nature. Of course, the peace and serenity didn’t last long as you approached the Quidditch Field. Oliver already began his pre-practice pep talk. 

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Obi-Wan Kenobi - Smile

When you discover growing feelings for the Jedi master, you’re horrified - are you really going to get kicked out of the Order because of pretty blue eyes and nice hair? No. You won’t let it happen, so you avoid Obi-Wan as much as humanly possible. Until he gets fed up with it and corners you in the library, that is…

Words: 2126

Warnings: none (except a possibly lackluster ending, it was late and I wanted this done)

Notes: This was not the next one on the list. Oh well. It was short and fun and easy to write and it’s been done like a million times. Oh well. It got me writing again, right?

Oh no.
Oh, no, no, Force no.
You lean back against the wall in this corridor of the Jedi temple, chewing on your lip. No. No. This can’t be happening. You - you’re a Jedi and Jedi don’t feel these things. Not even for a such a funny, charming, handsome, sweet….
You risk a glance down the hall after him. Oh god. Why the kriff does his hair have to be so stupidly perfect? Why?
You groan out loud. 

“This can not be happening to me,” you grumble. You close your eyes and massage your temples. Maybe some meditation will get your mind off things…

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favorite unpopular characters meme a character you love even with their flaws  - Lori Grimes

My son can’t stand me. And my husband, after what I put him through. He hates me. He’s too good a man to say it, but I know… How many women died in childbirth before modern medicine? If I come back, what if I attack it? Or you, Rick, Carl…  If I do, if there is any chance, you put me down immediately, you don’t hesitate.

I Hate You (Sirius)

Okay I’m so sorry for not writing for so long, 4 ap courses are killing me. But here’s an imagine! *goes back reading hamlet*

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“I don’t know, Arden. I really don’t know.” You sighed, poking your breakfast with your fork.

“Come on, you must have some feelings towards the boy, I mean, you literally act totally different in front of him, like more girlish and sweet! I’m not saying it’s bad or accusing you, to be honest, I think it’s really cute. But like everyone who is close to you thinks this way.” Your best friend, Arden Anfield, told you. She was the type of girl who wouldn’t stop talking, but what she said was always true, and you appreciate her a lot. “Fine,” You rolled your eyes. “I guess I do like him.”

“Oh I knew it, y/n, I knew it!”

“Shut up, Ar.”

“Yes, ma'am.” She grinned, saluting at you as you went back to poking your breakfast while smiling subconsciously. You bid your goodbye to your friend and left for your class. You had a different schedule to the rest of your year. Unlike them, who have those standards classes, you had an extra one that was taught by Professor McGonagall and took place when the others were having their first period. You passed the hallways, and a familiar face hit your eyesight.

“Hey y/n, how’s your day?” Sirius smiled brightly at you. “Good,” you grinned. He nodded at you, “Good, I’ll see you later, hotstuff,” and continued talking to the rest of the marauders. “And it just got better,” you mumbled under your breath while blushing furiously. Yeah, it was Sirius who you had a crush on. All he did was to mess up your mind even more. You thought you didn’t have a chance with him since his ex was probably the most popular girl at school. 

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