flinx pinoy au
Kidflash bisaya public school na tambay sa kalye who reposts memes on facebook x Jinx conyo private school girl with an aesthetic instagram
Note: Hi ! Decided to make a part two of this akashi oneshot I made here. Hope you guys enjoy !
Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x reader
It had been weeks since you and Akashi broke up. You pass by each other in the hallway but barely spare the other a glance. You can feel it though—his eyes piercing the back of your head. You chose to ignore it—to ignore him. You were the one who broke up with him, how could you still possibly want him back?
When he's even just within your vicinity, you immediately run away. You avoid him like the plague while he stands there and questions whatever went wrong.
You rummage through your closet, determined to get rid of everything that he owns—everything that would remind you of him.
Then you find it. His hoodie.
It was the one you always wore whenever you were feeling sad, when you missed him, when his words hurt too much to bear.
It was a bit worn out now. The strings were chewed out, the fabric was starting to tear, and his scent was no longer there—overpowered by your own. You sniffed it for good measure, hoping that maybe a bit of him was still left. You were wrong.
You stared at the box on the floor filled with your framed pictures together, the gifts he gave you, and all the memories you both once shared. You clutched his hoodie even tighter and buried your face deep into the clothing to mute out the sounds of your sobbing.
You grab your phone and typed out a message.
I've got your stuff. Are you home?
You're seriously returning all of that?
I'll go to your place instead
Akashi...
I'm Akashi now, huh?
...
Sorry...
I miss you
You didn't reply this time. He knew perfectly well how to get you.
You were already at the door by the time he arrived. He walked up to you with a solemn look in his face. You refused to make eye contact.
You handed him over the box and he took it hesitantly.
"I'm so sorry ___, for everything."
"I know."
His eyes widened noticeably. He was staring at your get up. Sweatpants paired with a hoodie. His hoodie. You clutched the sleeves protectively.
"I'm not returning this."
"I'm not asking you to."
Silence fell between the both of you. A good minute had passed when you finally decided to speak up.
"You should go." He looked at you but you refused to meet his gaze.
"I should." He turns away to leave. He places the box inside the trunk of his car. "I left immediately so I couldn't pack your items in time. Do you want me to—"
"No need, you can keep them." You cut him off before he could finish. You just wanted him to leave already.
"I see. I shall go now then." He opens the drivers seat of his car but looks at you one last time before he drives away. "Goodbye, __. I'll see you at school." Akashi then drives away into the sunset. Maybe this was your way of closure, maybe it was for him too.
You closed the front door behind you as you looked forward to a future where he no longer belonged to.
Don't think I forgot about the fandom activities! (I'm just saturated with work, lol)
So! For the activities, I would love to know if you would like to do this a cooperative/exchange activity (like fanartist and fanfic writers exchanging works) or if you prefer to work alone.
Please let me know how would you like to participate:
I'm an artist and I prefer to work alone
I'm an artist and I would like to collab/trade works with an author
I'm an author and I prefer to work alone
I'm an author and I would like to collab/trade works with an artist
I'm both and artist and an author and I prefer to work alone
I'm both and artist and an author and would like to collab/trade with others
I work another medium (edits, animation, diy, etc) and I prefer to work alone
I work another medium and I would like to collab/trade with others
I would like to trade/collab with someone who works the same medium as me
Plot: Nerdjo , whose focus was only on his academics until he met you
Gojo Satoru was never interested in anything other than science. He found anything other than a master's degree unnecessary. Extracurriculars, relationships, or anything of the sort. Suguru would try to flex his new girlfriend in his face, but he couldn’t care less.
Relationships were unnecessary. Feelings were unnecessary. That was until he met you.
You were a distraction. A fallacy. A variable that didn’t fit right into his equation.
You were too bright, too blinding. Your smile was contagious. It carried a sort of warmth, a distraction he refuses to fall into.
Yet, he fears that all his years in university learning science cannot give him a clear and concise explanation as to why his heart beats even faster when you're near. Why is it that he starts to fumble his words when you greet him with a simple “Hi.”
He goes through his head looking for answers, formulas, or solutions to answer the question that is stuck deep in his brain. But instead, he found nothing, for the only way to solve this was if he chose to search deep in his heart.
This was something that Gojo was not used to doing. This was a feeling he was not familiar with.
He doesn’t like it when people ask him for help with assignments. They should’ve listened to the teacher. “What an ego,” “Just ‘cause he’s smart he acts like that,” “How arrogant,” they all whisper behind his back, but he doesn’t mind it one bit. It’s not like they had higher grades than him anyway.
Then he sees you approaching with your notebook in hand, “I don’t understand the lesson…is it okay if you explain it to me?” You ask with a shy smile.
“Yeah, sit down.” He removes his backpack to let you take the seat beside him. For you, he always finds himself making exceptions.
He writes down the formulas in your notebook to explain them to you, but you scootch even closer to see better. He begins to malfunction. You were so close that he swears if he just turned his head, his lips would’ve touched yours.
He could feel your breath fanning his shoulder even through his layers of clothes. Your fingers were brushing his thigh. He pushed his glasses back, trying to hide his nervousness. He decided to take a peek at you and saw the way your eyes glistened with eagerness to learn.
You didn’t ask for answers, but instead asked how to solve it. And he thought he couldn’t have liked you any more than this.
The sun was already beginning to set, and you both left the classroom together. Gojo was disappointed that it was already over, but was thankful for the amount of time you both spent alone together.
That was until you spoke, “Wanna grab a meal together? My treat, think of it as my way of thanking you.” His eyes widened; he didn’t expect you to invite him to eat together. Both of you, alone at that.
He nodded shyly, trying his best not to show his excitement. You both walked together side by side. His fingers accidentally brushed yours. He tried to pull away, but instead you took his hand in yours.
He then saw the way your cheeks turned pink and chuckled lightly to himself.
That was when he realized that he didn’t reject the unknown feeling that was bubbling in his chest. In the end, you were the answer he was looking for all this time. A solution that couldn’t be found in his stack of notebooks. And he couldn’t be any more grateful to science for allowing him to exist in this world.
Days have passed since the argument that had transpired inside his black car.
The sound of rainfall was left unheard due to the sounds of screaming and yelling within closed doors. The sound of a telephone ringing echoed in the confines of your home but no one dared to make it stop.
Click
Leaving inaudible noise.
Click
And it was silent once again.
The floorboards creak and objects clatter. You rush to forget, yet a memory so dear cannot be forgotten so easily.
You wish he had tried to make you stay.
"I love you." Yet, it was not enough.
If all it took was communication to fix their problems then perhaps that was what they needed. Perhaps all they needed was communication, then maybe, this love wouldn't be so crooked. Perhaps the ocean would be a pond. Perhaps the unwanted noise would turn into sweet whispers. Perhaps, a possibility left to die in a ditch.
Note: I wrote this 2 yrs ago or 3? and just found it in my notes app. Only made minor edits and I just wanted to put it out there!
There were happy times and they were sad. It is to be expected once you enter a committed relationship. This too, applied with your relationship with Akashi.
Happy times would be spent with victory celebrations after every win of Rakuzan's. They would be spent with dates and cuddly nights. Late night conversations and soft kisses. But as the 3 year relationship progressed the sad times started to outweigh the happy.
The late night conversations turned to no talking at all. The same lips used to kiss are instead replaced with shouting, yelling, and screaming words meant to hurt.
What was once soft turned harsh, and what was once kind turned cold. Sad times are expected to be accompanied by happy times. The aftermath is predicted to be positive.
But this does not happen every single time. Not everything gets its happy ending.
"Let's break up" the words leave a bitter taste on your tongue. His bedroom was dark, the moon being its only light source. The way it illuminated Akashi's face made it want you to take back what you said. But you knew it was for the better, rather you thought it was.
The shock on his face did not go unnoticed, and so did the tears that stained your face. "What?" The grip on your shorts grows tighter as an attempt to refrain yourself from breaking down in front of him.
Your eyes refuse to meet his. You finally look at him and are surprised to see the shock and fear on his face. He did not want your relationship to end like this, he did not want it to end at all.
Although it was subtle, there were tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "Aren't you tired?" He places his hands on both of your cheeks and leans his forehead, allowing it to rest on yours.
"Should we go to bed?" His voice cracked.
"Seijuro, you know that's not what i meant." He senses your frustration and tries to drift your attention to something else.
He forces a smile, "What do you mean, darling? Let's sleep shall we?" You were a bit frustrated over the fact that he wasn't taking you seriously. He was clearly avoiding the topic.
"Seijuro-" but your words were cut off when a single teardrop stains your cheek, but it wasn't from you this time.
The teardrops turn into rain.
"Don't say things like that,___. It scares me." You put a hand over his. His thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away his tears from your soft skin.
"I'm being serious." He looks down, the bangs of his hair not giving you any permission to see his face at all.
"Why?" The crack in his voice shatters your heart. His soft sobs engulfing the room, replacing its silence.
"We're fighting too often. We don't even reconcile after, Sei. We can't continue on like this." You force the words out of your mouth. He was making it even more difficult for you to leave.
"Then let's talk." He tries to make amends, it's clear in the way he holds you even tighter. Closer. That he doesn't want to lose you. His fingers were trembling.
"That's the problem, we don't talk. We never do anymore. Talking is just arguing, yelling we're not even trying to fix things between us. Ever since your emperor's eye came back, it just got worse. You're growing cold and distant, I hate it." The words hit him like a truck but these were facts he could not deny.
He hesitated. But Akashi was never the type to deny you what you want. Even if your requests resulted in his own grief and agony.
"Alright, if you wish." He says with so much finality it almost frightens you how easy that was. How he didn't bother to argue any further. But you knew deep in your heart that Akashi was never one to oppose you.
“i bet you can’t make them fall for you in a month”
bakugo looked confused. him? not being able to pull? impossible. he has a great quirk, is handsome, diligent. what more could you want? “are you blind? i obviously can. it’s just rude. i don’t want to play with someone’s feelings over a bet.” he says, trying to lightly dismiss this topic.
“so what i’m hearing is… you can’t.”
if flames could come out from his eyes to show how mad it is, he would have burned the whole school down. bakugo would not make someone fall for him over a bet (he doesnt need a bet for it). he would not try to play with feelings and break their heart after. his mother raised him better than that. but hearing that he can’t be able to do something felt like a challenge. a threat to his pride.
so, here he is at your house almost a month later, proving this stupid bet wrong. it started simple in the first week, a flower on your desk, a few sweet treats. then when you get closer, he started to make you lunch, waking up earlier than usual just to make sure it tasted good. he believed the way to a girl’s heart was through his amazing cooking. well, anything that showed that he was capable to be a good partner.
“so, uh, what movie do you want to watch?” you ask, bringing the bowl of popcorn to the couch.
“do you know the movie about beating enemies with song?” he asks. it’s not that he forgot the title, he just wanted to give you two more room to talk about it.
you gasp and scream, “I HEARD ABOUT THAT! oh my, people have been talking about it all week. they said it was definitely something.”
“mhm, wanna watch it with me, or find another movie for today?” he smiles, and takes a handful of popcorn.
your eyes follow the popcorn on his hand. “hey, you took too much. and yes, i do wanna watch it with you.”
“alright, play it then”
“ok ok. patience, popcorn hoarder.” you say as you search for the movie.
two hours passed and the movie finally ended. you two stayed up talking about how bad it was. memorable, so somewhat bad. bakugo thought it would be ridiculous if his quirk was something relating to singing. he’s not horrible, he would’ve made it work, but he’s satisfied with how things are right now.
until a little text message notification popped up from his phone.
“hanging out at her house?! dude, you totally won the bet. congrats.”
he doesn’t remember what and how it happened, but he’s now walking back home feeling like a total douche. i mean, proving the bet wrong was a bad thing to do. it literally has the word ‘wrong’ in it. then the thought came up, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like you.
the next day was a sunday. one more day until he sees you again, so he wanted to make it perfect. a text would make it sound half baked, saying it in person would make it feel more meaningful, definitely. he practiced saying the apology the whole day. no planned gifts, he isn’t trying to win you over. he wants to apologize.
and somehow, that apology turned into a confession of love?
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just waited for hsr to download while writing :x and it’s my birthday so i wanted to post something (on actually, not proofread)
Dirty Little Secret - Flinx
Summary: The school's most popular jock and the weird (witch?) gothic girl share a secret that no one knows. For how long can they keep this secret?
The moment Jinx stepped inside the campus, she felt the eyes of her schoolmates immediately on her. There were always strange rumours surrounding her. Some say she’s a witch due to her unnatural pink hair, which she always puts up in pigtails, and her dark emo fits (It’s fashion, she says. The pigtails don’t even look that bad! It’s not that high up anyway…). They claim that she cast a spell on the senior football player to give him a broken leg, though she only watched the football match to take photos for the school paper. If anything, the real witch was her friend raven but that was a conversation the school wasn’t ready for and considering Jinx’s bad luck, they’d still find a way to make it about her.
She just wanted to go to class and get this day over with. Jinx opens her locker, and a sigh comes out of her lips. Someone had placed a jar of worms in her locker, another reason to frame her for being a witch. It was probably the freshmen’s doing, being fresh out of high school and still using these old, cheap tricks. Well, it was definitely not working, and they’re in college for god’s sake! She had already gotten used to such antics; it had become part of her daily life at this point, but before she could go on with the rest of her day, she suddenly heard loud squealing behind her, and this could only mean one thing.
The famous jock, the school’s football team captain, despite still being a sophomore, the one and only Wally West, has entered the campus. He’s dressed up just like the part, too. His red cap with the word ‘TITANS’ written on it worn backwards, the red and yellow varsity jacket with large T on his left breast, the strap of his black backpack slung on one shoulder, that football that he was holding with his left hand, his other teammates hooking an arm around his shoulder while talking to him animatedly and the swarm of girls who kept on giggling and waving hi while he just flashes them his cheeky, toothy grin. He couldn’t look any more perfect, but Jinx would not admit that out loud.
She found herself staring at him for too long, and now he was getting awfully close to her. She immediately shifted her gaze towards her locker and tried to block out his view of her face, but it was already too late. He brushed his knuckles on her back, and it immediately brought shivers down her spine. She turned her head towards him to glare, but he only looked at her from his shoulder and smirked. It seemed that no one noticed the interaction as they were all too focused on Wally. He promised her to keep their relationship a secret, but he always loves to show it in his own subtle ways. It gives her reassurance, though, to know that there is no other girl in his mind but her.
—
Jinx was currently in the school’s atelier. Their professor had assigned them this major project wherein they had to create a sculpture of someone most dear to them. Her classmates crafted clay models of their parents, lovers, and even some created self-portraits of themselves (self-love much?). Jinx sat on her stool, completely dumbfounded. She didn’t know who to make a sculpture of. She had thought of her cat, but their professor was awfully picky and had told them that it strictly had to be a human being, which she thinks is absolutely insane, but if she went against their professor, she would flunk his class, and she was not risking that grade.
Her hair was out of the usual pigtails and was instead held up by a messy bun. She stared at the lump of clay that was on the potter’s wheel right in front of her. Her hands were also covered in clay as evidence of her few failed attempts at trying to construct whatever she was trying to create. The project was due in two weeks, and she was the only one in her class who had made no progress at all. Her professor was concerned about her progress and had checked up on her a few times about it. She was about to accept her defeat and would just go for creating a self-portrait until her phone made a notification sound. She reached into the pocket of her apron and checked who the message came from.
The handsomest bf ever ⚡️sent a message.
‘Ah, it’s from Wally, ’ he was the one who placed that stupid nickname, but Jinx never bothered to change it. She clicked on the message to check what he sent her.
Luckyyy where are u rn? :P
I miss uuuu :(
I’m at the sculpture studio
Okayyy coming
Where’s my I miss u too >:(
Jinx rolled her eyes and slid her phone back inside the pocket of her apron. Not even 5 minutes later, Wally was right outside the studio and slid the door open to enter. “How’s my girl?” He asked as he pecked her cheek, then grabbed a nearby stool and placed it next to her. “Fine..,” she says, but she does not make eye contact with him. Wally notices the tone in her voice. “Lucky, what’s wrong?” Of course, he uses that stupid nickname, a contrast to her nature. She asked him before why he calls her that when she’s the complete opposite. He tells her in the silence of the night inside his apartment that it was because she’s the luckiest thing to ever happen to him. He always knew the right things to say, how to wash away all her insecurities, and for that, she is forever grateful.
She gives him her reply, “I have this project due in two weeks, and I have no idea who to make a sculpture of.” She heaves a heavy sigh, and he understands. “I’m not exactly an artist, and I don’t have a lot of knowledge about this, but if ever you need help, I’m always here, Jinx. If you need to look for inspiration or if ya’ need me to talk to ya’ professor about this, I’ve got it all handled!” he says as he raises his thumb to point to himself. Jinx laughs at his silliness, he always knows how to lighten the mood afterall and maybe she had just found the model for her sculpture afterall. She felt stupid for not realising it sooner.
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Jinx was staying late inside the studio to continue working on the sculpture. Although her muse was unavailable for the night, as he was busy training for their big game tomorrow. Part of the reason why she bothered to stay late. He told her last night that he wanted to go out and eat dinner together, but Jinx was afraid that they would get caught by one of Wally’s crazed fangirls, and she did NOT want to deal with them.
He kissed the crown of her head and reassured her that they wouldn’t, as he’s planning to take her some underground restaurant. She could only hope that that was true.
Once she made a little progress on her sculpture (with only his photo and her memories as her references), she went to the football field and sat on the bleachers as she waited for them to finish training. To cure her boredom, she brought out her sketchbook and started drawing little doodles of whatever caught her eye.
Wally’s football teammates, Jinx would say, are probably the best of the bunch. They knew about their little secret relationship, but they also knew the risks that came with it. When he told them about it, he asked them to keep it a secret. They never bothered asking why, they congratulated him and threw him a thumbs up. Some even told him that they kind of saw the signs and that they weren’t exactly very discreet about it (although it was mostly Wally who couldn’t hide his affection for the pink-haired girl, as his teammates always caught him making googly eyes at her while she was taking photos for the school paper).
They even try to help keep their relationship a secret. Crowding around them during “group” hugs so that they could kiss after every win. During night training, whenever Jinx stays in school late, they always get more water breaks than usual, giving Wally more opportunities to talk to her.
Their training was finally coming to an end. Jinx closed her sketchbook and stored it back inside her bag. She watched as Wally lightly jogged towards her with his skin stained with sweat and his hair clinging to his forehead. “What’s up?” he asks as he leans into the railing that separates the two lovers. “Go take a shower, you’re covered in sweat.” Despite her complaints, she leans forward anyway. She could feel his body heat radiating off him.
“Meet me at the entrance, ‘kay?” He resists the urge to kiss her, so he gives her a toothy smile instead. “Yes, now go, or are you trying to keep me waiting?” she asks with a brow raised. He runs towards the showers but throws her a wink before he enters. She could only roll her eyes at him in return. She leaves the bleachers and goes to the agreed meeting spot.
She probably stood there and waited for fifteen minutes until Wally finally decided to show up with just shorts and a shirt. He took her bag away from her shoulders and transferred it to his while he held her hand with his right. It happened all so fast that Jinx had no time to react. “So where exactly is this underground restaurant of yours?” They walk hand in hand on the sidewalk of the empty streets of the city.
“You’ll see,” he says with a cheeky smile, that Jinx could say that it could only conjure mischief.
“So your perception of an underground restaurant is a literal underground McDonald's?” She glares at Wally as he pays for their meal.
“Hey! There were no other restaurants open, okay? Plus, McDonald’s is good.” He says as if that line alone could compensate for the curiosity and anticipation she’s been having ever since last night. She sighs but accepts it anyway. You could never go wrong with McDonald's.
They sat at a booth inside the nearly empty McDonald's and ate their food as they talked about their day. She tells him about the progress she’s made with the sculpture and how she needs him to be there for her to use as a reference. He tells her about how intense the training was for them today and how excited he was for tomorrow’s game.
“You’re coming to watch me, right?” He asks, although he already knows the answer, he just wants to make sure. “Well, I have to. I need to take photos,” she reaches for her fries and munches on them. “You’re not coming to watch me?” He pouts and gives her those puppy eyes. She knows his tactics all too well and simply brushes them off. “Of course I’m coming to watch you just in case you do anything stupid.” She rolls her eyes, and his scowl deepens even further.
“Plus, it’s the championship games, no?” She takes a bite into her fry; his gaze burns into her, urging her on. “I know you’ll win. I want to see you win,” she finally lifts her gaze towards him. The sparkle in his eyes did not go unnoticed.
A few minutes passed, and she was starting to get uncomfortable under his gaze.
“What?”
“Jus’ thinking about how much I love you.” He takes a huge bite out of his fourth burger of the night.
“Idiot, you can say that to me once you’ve won your game tomorrow.”
He flashes her again, one of those toothy grins despite his stuffed mouth. She threw her last french fry at his face in disgust.
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It was finally time for the big day. They met up inside the locker room only minutes before the actual game. Wally’s coach was already stressed and frantically looking for him. Dick and Victor tried their best to reassure him by telling him that “He’s going to show up, coach, don’t worry.” He had no choice but to trust the two jocks. He was going to show up…right?
Wally engulfed Jinx in a hug as “energy refill.” Apparently, her hugs guarantee him a 100% success rate. He loosened his hold on her only to snuggle his nose into her hair that smelled like floral shampoo.
“You'd better do your best out there, Wallace Rudolph West.” She crosses her arms, but her authority seems to lessen with her lips tilted to a smirk. “When have I ever doubted you, lucky?” Full confidence radiated from his voice.
She cups his cheeks into the palm of her hands as she tiptoed to kiss him. He melts into her lip and places his hands on her hips to bring her even closer. Their little make-out session gets interrupted when they hear a sudden banging from the door.
“Sorry to disturb you guys, but the game’s about to start in like two minutes!” It was Dick’s voice. Jinx immediately pulled away, and her cheeks flushed pink as she realised what she was doing. “Oops, my bad!” He replies to his best friend.
He turns to leave the room, but before he can, he looks at her and says, “I’ll see you later, ‘kay?” She could only nod in response.
She soon follows after and takes out her camera to take photos of the game. Her memory card is now filled with jersey numbers, helmets and sweaty players. Her bag was left with her friends, who were sitting in the front row. Kory was especially interested in the game as Dick was playing while Raven stared seemingly unimpressed, but clearly cheering for the school’s team.
The night went on, and the game was getting intense. It was a match point with the guest team taking the lead. Jinx stopped taking photos, getting nervous at the current state of events. If only her rumoured ability to master witchcraft were true, then she would surely use it right now. She could only pray despite her lack of belief. There was only a minute left on the clock.
Jinx couldn’t bear to look, but she believed in Wally and his team. So she watched until the very last minute. Wally and Dick were running towards the end of the opposite team's field. Trying their best to make it to the very last second. The opposing team was catching up towards them.
The ball was in Dick’s hands as he kneeled to position it. Wally, following close behind, prepared himself to kick. Three seconds left, Jinx gripped the railings until her knuckles turned white.
One second left. Goal. They won the game. The Titans had won the game. The field roared in celebration. Wally’s teammates carried him on their shoulders as they pumped their fists into the air and screamed in victory. They were the champions of this season, and Jinx couldn’t be prouder.
She hugged her friends and jumped in happiness. Kory was just as happy as she was, and Raven, despite her usual indifference, cracked a smile.
Wally basked in the victory, but his eyes wandered around for something else. He finally caught sight of pink hair from far away. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush, but he immediately ran to her, which easily caught her attention. He was standing right in front of her, the railing being the only thing that was separating them. It was like yesterday all over again.“Wally?” she asked, but before she could finish, he grabbed onto the railings, jumped up and kissed her.
In front of thousands of people, he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. It was rough and rushed, but it was perfect. Jinx, who couldn't care less about who was watching at that moment, did not push him away but instead returned it with just as much passion.
They pulled away to give each other air to breathe. “Guess we ain’t so secret now, huh?” She furrowed her eyebrows, but her expression did not show any hint of anger; instead, there was a sparkle of fondness.
“Idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot,” Him and that stupid smile. The smile she doesn’t want to share with anyone else.
“Everyone knows now that you’re my idiot, stupid.” She smiled, a contrast to her words. This moment was truly one she would never forget. Plus, secrets are always meant to come out someday, don’t they?
Note: I lowk had no idea where I was going with this fic but the sudden motivation I had while studying just got me reaching flow state so here we are. Haven't written them in so long. I just opened tumblr today and thought that I should actually start writing them again. Hope u guys enjoyed!
I can imagine Wally doing the most diabolical shit ever just to get Jinx's attention like he would get himself injured on purpose just to get her to treat n stuff
The bell to class rings ending another one of Jinx and Wally's daily bickering. The two were fighting in the middle of lunch, allowing everyone in the room to hear them spit each other's saliva at their faces. Everyone in the building has gotten used to their usual fights that it doesn't faze them as much anymore. If anything they've always thought there was something between them. An enemies to lovers trope they said! "Enemies to lovers my ass" they both replied to their friends when they broke off such rumors to them, a clear look of disgust on their faces.
They both disappointingly walked to their next class together sending each other glares as they earned a sigh from their friends that were following behind them. "You ever think they'll be friends?" "Never in a million years" Raven and Dick whisper as they, too, walk to potion class.
The moon was beginning to rise and everyone was already heading towards their dorms to get a good night's rest. Well, supposedly, until the loud arguing of Jinx and Wally echoed through the halls. But this wasn't far from normal, so as per usual everyone went on with their night and their nightly routine. Jinx and Wally bid each other goodbye with a last roll of their eyes and blow of a raspberry.
The moment everyone's lights had turned off, Wally had sneaked out of his room through his window and quickly rode his broom around the castle, trying to keep it as lowkey as possible. Jinx was simply lying down on her bed with her cat on her lap, stroking its fur in one hand and reading a book with the other. Humming a lullaby to lull the little creature to sleep. She then hears a sudden knock on her window. She groans along with her growing annoyance at the noise. She gently pushes off her kitten and heads towards the window, opening it gently to avoid any creaking noise and is greeted with a large figure, the absolute bane of her existence, riding on a broomstick.
"And just what exactly are you doing here Mr. Wallace Rudolph West?" Jinx asks with her arms crossed under her chest. "Nothing, just missing you" He flashes her that toothy grin she despises (adores) so much which only results in her scowl deepening by the second. The fellow gryffindor welcomes himself inside her dorm room as she shuts her window to avoid any witnesses. He then settles himself on her bed as her cat crawls towards him and lays itself right next to Wally. "Missing me? We saw each other just a few minutes ago" He pets her animal gently. Jinx wiped his bangs off his face and continued to play with his hair. "I always miss you" he stares at her with huge soft eyes, the kind that always melt her heart. "Shut up since when did you learn to be so corny" he giggles as she starts to rub his cheeks with the palm of her hands. "Ever since i fell in love with you" "You disgust me." "But you love me anyway" she sighs. They stared into each other's eyes as they sat in comfortable silence. "Should we tell them?" Wally proposes with his head lying on her shoulder. "No, it'll ruin the fun" he chuckles, they continued to chat as the night went on.
The next day, when they met in the halls once again, their daily bickering that their dearest friends could not get enough of starts again but when it was lunchtime and god knows whose decision it was to sit them next to each other, little did they know, two hands were intertwined under the table amidst all the fighting.
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AWWW NO YOU'RE NOT BEING ANNOYING I MISS THEM TOO🥹 I've just been trying to find inspiration (more specifically songs) so I can get the motivation to write again! I will write more of them soon dw!! It'll just take some time so if anyone has any songs that remind you of them please send it's what really keeps me going whenever I write them🥹🙏
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