“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.
“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”
“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”
Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?
“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?
“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.
Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.
“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.
“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face, Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”
“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.
Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.
He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.
“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.
“What did you do?”
“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”
Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”
Harry’s frown deepened.
“What did she put in his tea?”
Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”
Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s why he’s being so weird?”
“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.
Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.
Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.
Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.
As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.
Don’t forget about IwaOi Week, it’s getting closer and closer. Which day are you most excited for? Admin Oikawa has been working on a fic that he says he “can’t show” me, but I’m pretty sure that the one he’s most excited for is May 6th, because that freak is *obsessed* with fairy tales. I think my favorite is going to be May 2nd. I freaking love unrequited love stuff, because I love suffering.
But, hey, what are you most excited for? Let us know!
The prompts are:
MAY 1st: Immortality/College MAY 2nd:Unrequited/Firsts MAY 3rd:Charm/Song-Inspired MAY 4th:Holidays/Paranoia MAY 5th: Free day/Miscommunication MAY 6th: Fairy Tale/Anomaly MAY 7th: Goodbyes/Hellos
hcs of grimmjow trying really hard to be romantic (and probs failling lmao) after screwing up? like, he forgot an important date, insulted s/o without noticing, etc.
Grimmjow and romantic do not belong in the same paragraph; unless there is a not in there somewhere lmao. I feel I need to justify? is that the word I want?? why these are going to be the way they are so the first few bullets are more about how I personally feel he would be in a relationship, if you could call it that. I feel like I need to explain my absence but like… I have so I won’t bore you with the same-but-different explanation here.
Grimmjow is shitty boyfriend–maybe a tad NSFW
It’s worth noting I don’t think Grimm would ever really put a label on a relationship. He likes to think he isn’t tied down and the more you push for a label the more he pulls away. You just kinda have to figure out where you stand by yourself–which is, undoubtedly, frustrating.
A relationship to you is different to him. He more or less expects you to know you can’t be with anyone else and will frequently call you his. But never his girlfriend. It’s always more a ‘back off she’s mine.’He only really acknowledges his attachment to you as possessive behaviour. But he expects his partner to do most of the work in a relationship.
He won’t talk about ‘problems’ and he doesn’t buy you flowers. He teases you and grabs you; or tells you that you’re his and no one else’s. So if you are expecting a romantic boyfriend who takes you on dates under the stars or sakura trees, you’re in for a lot of disappointment. He isn’t romantic, not one romantic bone in his body. Romance is a human thing and he just doesn’t understand it.
That said he can become deeply attached to someone and he will (internally) recognise that he doesn’t want to be without them. He won’t ever admit though. So he does feel genuinely guilty when he greatly upsets them because ‘oh shit she might leave me.’ He honestly thinks they could do better than him and that can scare him sometimes; so he will try to make it up. But it isn’t really romantic in the conventional sense. And he gets like really awkward.
Okay so we are going with he insulted his S/O because he isn’t a date kinda guy–especially not a planned date kinda guy. On a positive note, all ‘dates’ are spontaneous so he doesn’t stand you up.
He probably called you an idiot or fat or insulted something he knew–he fucking knew–you were insecure about. He wanted the upper hand in a argument and he went for it; now you’re angry and crying all at once and can only utter the broken word ‘leave’
That’s when he knew he fucked up
But he couldn’t stay, there’s no way you would let him after what he just said. For a moment he hated himself. Hated himself so much for his lack of self control and narcissistic nature. He’ll try to justify his actions for hours–and fail. Until he finally realises, walking in the rain along some dingy back alley of town, that he was wrong. And he might lose you.
So he calls, he texts. He tries to get a hold of you. You’re ignoring him or sleeping. He can’t be sure but he doesn’t have a key and doesn’t really want to break in because that would make it worse so he goes to Ichigo’s. The only person he thinks might be able to help him.
Ichigo is shocked obvs, but he tries to help. Grimm leaves in the morning hell bent on making things right.
He buys flowers. Nice flowers. And you’re favourite snack. He considers buying you a puppy–he disregards the thought. He doesn’t like dogs. And he has his speech all planned out in his head. He’s going to sweep you off your feet.
Except he doesn’t. He returns home, clothes wrinkled with his flowers and snacks and knocks, determinedly, on the door.
You answer, hair a mess, a giant over sized T-shirt on. Your eyes had been red and puffy from crying; and you are looking directly at him.
He chokes and forgets what he was going to say. He starts stuttering and mumbling. He can’t put his words together so he just shoves the offending flowers and food at you. You think you heard an ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘stupid flowers’ but you can’t be sure.
When you’re thoughts are finally collected you let him in to talk about it. Still shell-shocked over the flowers and attempted romanticism.
Stargazing and controlling mothers
Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count?
notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.
You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.
You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her. You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him. And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.
“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.
You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you. You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.
Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”
You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.” Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”
You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”
Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?” “Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.” Betty just laughed again.
The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep. You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.
“Are you studying at seven am?” “Yes.” “Do you have a test today?” “No.” “You terrify me.” You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)."
You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone. “Bye mo
m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.
“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.” “I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.
You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you. ____
When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.
When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.” He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”
“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands. “Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone. “Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?” He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?” You nodded while smiling broadly.
You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates. You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker. ____
Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.
“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”
You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question. Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing. “You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“
"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare. She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–” You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped.
She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones. You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door. ____
You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.
You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly. “(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.
You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.” Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.” “Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”
Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.
He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays. “So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead. You grinned.
“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”
Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family. You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.
Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off. You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you. You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky. “Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.
You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways. You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest. ___
The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning. You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.
“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily. “I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.
You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily. You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead. “Oops?” You offered sheepishly.
Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you. “Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.
“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.
“What?” You asked innocently. Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”
You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified. “Totally Worth it.”