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“treacherous”

(any version) peter parker x reader

(rivals to lovers because that’s the best trope)

peter parker ends up being roped into coming to betty brants party, despite immensely disliking the person who urges him to come. the party sparks a strange realisation and challenges their previous thoughts and feelings towards one another.

warnings: straight people and guns and female pronouns and alcohol and swearing xx

“fuck off penis parker”

y/n turned her head away from her lab partner, dragging her hands across her face as she crossed her legs. peter rolled his eyes and rested his head in his hand. “whatever, it was just an idea,” he scoffed, scribbling something down in his note book. y/n furrowed her brows.

“are you fucking serious? a study on what causes ‘goth girls’ to become pot heads? that’s an obvious dig at me and i won’t stand for it”

“what do you suggest then, y/n?”

peter smirked, fiddling with his pencil as he looked up at y/n.

“maybe a study on what causes guys with tiny dicks to become nerdy virgins” y/n proposed, loudly closing her science book. “oh wait,” she continued. “i think we know the answer to that one already!”

peter parker folded his arms and leaned back into his chair. “you’re such an… interesting personality, y/n” he laughed as the bell rang.

the rest of the class quickly fled the scene, most uncomfortable by the two teenagers’ constant arguing. their shoes lightly tapped the ground, y/n seemingly faster than usual.

as she hurried to her locker, gwen stopped her. “you’re in a rush” she stated, leaning against the metal doors next to y/n as the other girl frantically put her books in her bag.

“i’ve got to do the groceries, make dinner and meet with the bank all within the next few hours so i can go to this stupid party you want me at, so i’m in a little bit of a rush i guess” y/n joked sarcastically, pushing a hand against her hair anxiously.

“i can help you out if you want?” gwen offered, walking away with y/n. y/n shook her head as she headed towards the subway with her friend. “honestly, it’s all good. it’ll only take me an hour or two anyways” she smiled, catching the eye of a familiar nerd waiting for the train to area.

y/n and gwen. turned to face peter. “are you coming to the party tonight?” gwen asked, leaning her head on y/n’s shoulder. peter pursed his lips in response. “i didn’t even know there was a party” he replied, turning off his phone. y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “that’s so… like you, peter” she chuckled as the subway arrived at their platform.

the three got into discussion as the doors opened, walking in and luckily finding seats. “are you still pissy about the goth-pothead comment?” peter asked, staring at the screen of his phone. y/n shook her head and arched his brows, turning to face peter. “i don’t give a flying fuck about that, i have the memory of a fish,” y/n replied.”i just liked teasing you” she smiled.

“you should come peter, it’s at betty brant’s house” gwen interrupted, hanging onto her school bag. peter chuckled, slightly shaking his head. “i’m not too sure about that one,” he replied. “parties have never really been my thing” gwen gasped and put her hand on her heart. “that’s so crazy! who could’ve known that the skater boy didn’t like parties” she joked playfully, holding onto the trains hand rail as it moved around.

“you should come, i’d love to see you as a drunken idiot” y/n smirked. peter gazed up at y/n, crossing his arms. “oh, i am not good at being drunk- i get all weird” peter muttered awkwardly, causing gwen and y/n to instantly light up. “you need to come now!” gwen laughed, covering her hand with her mouth. he shook his head, standing up. “i’ll think about it” he murmured reluctantly, slinging his bag over his shoulder at the sound of the train announcing his stop. “you better come, i wanna see you make an absolute fool of yourself” y/n teased, pushing peter lightly. peter looked back at y/n, pursing his lips and meekly waving goodbye to the two girls.

as he left, gwen turnt to y/n. “you know he’s into you, right?” she stated, taking peters old seat next to y/n. y/n chuckled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “very funny, gwen” she responded. she nodded her head, nudging her shoulder a bit. “he’s got a thing for emo girls, even ones he supposedly hates” gwen affirmed, smiling.

“i don’t care anyways, i couldn’t like a jerk like that”

“are you sure? you flirt with him every chance you get”

“no! that’s just banter, don’t get it twisted” y/n scoffed, standing up for her stop. “i’m gonna go run some errands before the party, see you then” she smiled. gwen nodded, waving goodbye.

- - -

running from the bank to the grocery store back to her house was a rather tiring routine, but she had to do it to make sure her siblings were all tended for before she even thought about enjoying herself.

while she was walking to the bank, she felt a pair of eyes staring daggers into the back of her head, but as soon as she turned around she found absolutely nothing to be afraid of. this had been happening much more than usual, causing herself to become more cautious than usual.

getting ready for the party, she felt the same fear she felt at the bank, but it was more so about what gwen had said before. to soothe her nerves, she called her friend and put the phone of speaker as she did her makeup.

“we’re gonna get pete so drunk tonight, i wanna know what he was talking about on the train” gwen laughed, causing y/n to subconsciously smile. “i wonder if he’s a funny drunk or one of those depressing ones with no filter” y/n responded, grabbing her keys and walking out of her bedroom.

she put her hand over the speaker of the phone and shouted out to her siblings. “i’ll be back in a few hours, call me if you need anything” she announced, heading out of the house as her siblings all said their goodbyes.

hopefully the night wouldn’t end in disaster.

- - -

“bottoms up!” gwen shouted, already hammered 50 minutes into the party. y/n, gwen and peter were all sat in betty’s spacious bathroom, close together with a bottle of vodka and a carton of apple juice. the three teens took their respective shots, each at different stages of drunkenness.

y/n sat back into the coldness of the empty bathtub with a bottle of beer in her right hand and a shot glass in the other. “i feel like my body doesn’t align with my brain” she cried dramatically. gwen turned to her friend, leaning against the cabinet underneath the sink. “how so babe?” she replied, popping every other letter she spoke. peter’s eyes moved over to y/n intrigued by her sentiment.

“i just feel like my boobs should be bigger!” she sulked, sitting up to face gwen and peter. gwen sympathetically arched her brows, cradling the vodka bottle. “no! you have great boobs…” she slurred as peter turned beetroot red and turned away from y/n, leaning against the bathroom wall.

“but what if i want double d’s??!!” she exclaimed, leaning back. peter leaned his head to the side. “for the record, i think your boobs are nice” he stated, clearly out of it. y/n and gwen were both taken back by this sudden comment. “uhhh, thanks?!” y/n stuttered, covering her face in embarrassment. “don’t think too much about it, weirdo” peter defended himself, “maybe if you weren’t such an emo you’d like them more”

gwen suddenly jolted up, as if something clicked. “y/n you’re right, he doesn’t have a filter when he’s drunk!” she smiled, turning to peter. y/n’s eyes lit up, mouth opening slightly. “i’d like to think i’m a very well held together drunk person” peter nodded his head, assuring himself. y/n shook her head, leaning over to pat peters shoulder. “i literally don’t understand a single word you said”

“well, this newfound information deserves a game of truth or truth” gwen suggested, taking another shot. peter refused at first, but he didn’t really have a choice in the matter anyways.

“peter, truth or truth?” gwen asked. peter took a while to think, tapping his chin. “i think i’ll take a wildcard here and say… truth” he reposed. “since when we’re you so observant of y/n’s boobs?” she asked, causing y/n to object. “that’s a weird question-“ she was cut off by peter answering almost instantly. “i am a very observant person, i see things” he justified, slurring his words. “but” he continued, “y/n is a pretty girl, despite her rude comments and scary makeup so i’m obviously gonna notice her nice boobs”

y/n tried to form a sentence but all could come out was a confused “thank you??”

after a few beats of time, she straightened her back and peeked over at peter. “someone wants to get into my pants” she sneered. peter threw up his hands defensively. “hey, no way! gross…” he muttered. “i’m just telling the truth, you’re the one making it weird”

gwen nodded her head in satisfaction. “okay, now you ask someone” she insisted, passing the bottle to peter. “okay, gwen… truth or truth?” he asked, taking a swift and instantly regretting it as the taste hit his mouth. “truth” she replied, curling her knees towards her chest. “what’s the weirdest secret you know about anyone at this party?” peter questioned. gwen took a few moments to think of something.

“betty is screwing the camera dude for her little morning announcements” she nonchalantly replied, shrugging her shoulders. y/n gasped. pulling at her hair slightly. “i called it!” she shouted.

the game continued, the questions getting weirder and more provocative as time went on.

“y/n, truth or truth?” betty asked, crossing her arms confidently. “truth” she replied.

“who’s the most fuckable person at school?” she smiled like a drunken sailor. y/n didn’t hesitate one bit, absolutely smashed. “peter” she whispered loudly, pointing at the boy who was now sat next to her in the bathtub.

peter’s eyes widened, frozen in place. “what?! why me?” he asked, chocking on his words. gwen gasped, grasping at the torso of her dress in shock. “you’re tall and you’re secretly ripped… and you’re awkward and nice but not to me which i find a little attractive” she muttered. “you’re a major dick with a terrible attitude- but i feel like if i was to do anything with anyone you’d be the nicest” she stated as her eyes fluttered.

peter was at an utter loss for words. “are you two into each other and just decided not to tell me?” gwen, cried, smiling as she laid back. “i don’t like peter, i just find myself being very, extremely attracted to him” y/n, bit the inside of her mouth. “despite his obvious and unavoidable flaws, of course” she continued. peter stared at her in shock, pushing his hair back. “honestly, i agree” he interjected. “i find myself thinking about y/n a lot, but i don’t like her” he said.

“that’s literally the definition of liking each other” gwen affirmed, drinking the last bit from the bottle. “i need to get more!” she shouted, standing up. “get something fruity” y/n pleaded, reaching out. “sure” gwen agreed. leaving the room.

moments passed, and quickly y/n moved towards peter. “do i like you, penis parker?” she asked, resting her head on his shoulder. “how am i supposed to answer that question” peter laughed, leaning into the movement.

“kiss me so i know if i like you” y/n demanded, jolting up and facing peter.

their faces were mere centimetres apart, they could feel the warmth of each others bodies.

“are you sure?” he asked, moving in a little closer.

“yes i’m sure, don’t be a pussy” she responded, placing her hands on peters shoulders.

suddenly, their lips made contact as their bodies intertwined. peter put his hands in her waist as he leaned further into the kiss.

the expression turned more passionate, but before they could continue the door opened suddenly.

“can you guys leave? it’s 2 am!” betty demanded, holding a trash bag filled with empty bottles and plastic cups.

the two jolted off each other, startled by her sudden entrance. “oh, shit-“ she clenched her teeth as she realised what the two were doing. “sorry, you’ve got 30 minutes to wrap… that… up” she hesitantly remarked as she walked backwards out of the doorframe and closed the door.

the two sat in silence for a few seconds.

“i can’t tell if that was a good idea or not” peter sighed, sinking into the floor of the bathtub. y/n closed her eyes. “i’m so confused” she muttered, covering her face. peter turned towards y/n again and moved the hands from her face before leaning into kiss her again. y/n returned the gesture, pulling herself into him.

“guys betty brant is kicking us out-“ gwen announced as she opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her “HOLY SHIT!” she shouted, gasping loudly. the two pushed off of each other again, moving to separate sides of the bathtub.

“umm… it’s not what it looks like?” y/n said, not even sounding convincing enough for herself. “no, it definitely is what it looks like” gwen nodded leaning over to let out an exhausted laugh. “i fucking called it!” she cheered, parading out of the bathroom.

y/n stood up, gesturing her hand out to peter so he could follow. “i should probably get an uber” she stated, stepping out of the bathtub as peter took her hand. he followed and nodded slightly. “me too to be honest, i don’t think i can drive” he laughed, stumbling a little.

the two exited out the bathroom and awkwardly walked outside the house together.

the cold air hit y/n’s face as she stared at her phone screen, waiting for her uber to arrive so she could get out of this awkward tension.

“do you wanna talk about what happened?” peter started, looking over at y/n. she looked back, noticing the large distance between the two. “no-yes, no??” she responded, putting her phone in her jacket pocket. “i’m gonna sleep on it, if that’s okay” she finally replied cohesively, fidgeting with her hands. peter nodded, hiding his hands in his jean pockets.

the uber pulled up to the sidewalk, announcing that the uber was for y/n. she took a step forward towards it before peter grabbed her hand and pulled her into one last kiss, sinking into the moment. y/n clinched onto him as if they’d never speak again, holding him closely.

she pulled away a few seconds later, taking a step backwards. “uh, i’ll see you later penis parker” she remarked, stepping inside of the car. peter waved as the car started and drive off with the girl he was snogging a few moments before. he took a deep breath in, holding his face. “what the fuck…” he muttered.

- - -

it had been more than 24 hours since the party and there was complete radio silence between both parties. peter was hunched over in his bed, staring at his phone as he yearned for a text from y/n ti meet up or something. it was already sunday night and they were supposed to sit next to each other for the first two periods in the morning.

to take his mind off the stress he was feeling, peter put on his suit and climbed out of his bedroom window.

he swung around the streets of queens for a few good minutes, taking in the cold air as it collapsed against the fabric of his suit. he wound up on the rooftop of the tallest building in sight, staring over the city streets. his eyes traced over every movement he could see, swinging his legs over the end of the building.

in the corner of his eye, he could see two figures standing in an alleyway nearby. suspicious of the situation, he cautiously swung closer to navigate the situation better.

“hand over the money, i know you have it” a booming voice announced from the distance, instantly alarming peter. moving closer, he could see that the figure responsible for the voice had a handgun pressed against the second figure.

quickly, peter swung towards the alleyway and dropped right behind the armed man. he punched him down almost instinctively and pressed the front of his body against the cold floor. “what do you think you’re doing, threatening people this late at night?” he asked, webbing the gun to the ground and holding the man’s hands behind his back. “the fuck?!” he shouted, muffled by his face smashed against the concrete. peter webbed his hands in place and stuck him to the ground before standing up and looking at the other figure.

he instantly recognised the girl in front of him, chocking out of pure shock and somewhat rage.

y/n?

“attacking a teenager? not cool, man” he sighed, quickly contacting the authorities and standing by y/n. she had tears in her eyes and was shaking harder than anyone peter had ever seen anyone shake before. “are you okay ms?” he asked, holding into her shoulders. she shook her head, sobbing quietly. “i’ll get you out of here” he stated, grabbing onto y/n and webbing the man to the floor once again, just in case.

he swung the two back the the top of the building as her tears wet the torso of peter’s suit. it took everything in her power to not kiss her again and hold onto her as tightly as possible.

he set her down, rubbing her back softly. “do you mind telling me what happened?” he asked, crouching down to her level as she sat on the floor of the building. she nodded, sobbing a little quieter.

“that- that was some weird stalk-stalker” she cried, trying to explain herself. “he was following me around all week because- because i’ve been going to th-the banks”

peter nodded slowly, trying not to rush her. “i think he though i had money… but i definitely don’t have- like any…” she sighed, drying her eyes. she bit the inside of her mouth. calming down a little. “you don’t need to worry about him anymore, he’s going to jail for a very long time” he reassured her.

soon enough, y/n started talking to the masked superhero about her week. “i’ve been having a lot of financial issues, and boy issues, and like… issues” she stated, laughing a little bit. peter’s ears pricked up. “boy issues?” he asked, instantly regretting it. so unprofessional he thought, internally judging himself. “oh yeah,” she laughed. “i don’t think you’d wanna hear about that, you’re a whole ass superhero” she smiled, shaking her head.

“i’m all ears” he reassured her, crossing his arms.

“well… there’s this boy who i used to really super dislike but we got drunk- like shitfaced drunk, and we kissed like three times and i liked all the times…” she frowned, covering her face. “but i’ve been busy so i accidentally ghosted him- but he’s been ghosting me too!” she argued with herself, perusing her lips. peter instantly filled with regret.

“it sounds like you two really like each other, maybe just be truthful to how you feel” peter suggested, fiddling with his hands. y/n nodded. “that’s probably a good idea” she agreed, standing up. “and stay away from banks for a while” he laughed, patting her in the back.

peter swung y/n home, making sure she was safe before heading back towards his bedroom for the night.

“what the fuck…” he muttered, collapsing into his bed.

im probably gonna do a part two cause im a little nerd xx

also i refuse to edit any of this so sorry if there’s mistakes lol

happy days 🫶

we need to start bullying jk rowling for her new profile picture because like

i am ill

“august”

regulus black x reader

-friends with benefits turns south when a certain slytherin realises he’s risked it all for someone who can’t give her all.

warnings: guys this is sad 😋 #angst and the reader is an arse 🫶. mostly from regulus’ pov, a bit suggestive, so 16+ probably

a/n: guys regulus black brain rot is real and it is destroying my life. i love this man!! i wish he was real!! listen to august by taylor swift while reading this

back when i was living for the hope of it all

scattered pieces of paper, short candles- melted to their base, muggle poetry books and ‘tiny dancer’ by elton john. this is what regulus thought of when anybody so much as muttered the name ‘y/n l/n’.

y/n was his best friend, his only friend for that matter. they were often found pacing libraries and the school grounds late at night- then detention or the headmasters office after school for lurking around after hours. they would read the same books and listen to the same songs, gushing about things that their respective families would deem ‘wrong’ due to the muggle nature of the content they were discussing.

despite their friendship, regulus had always yearned for something more. between playful smiles and withheld glances, he wanted to say something reminiscent of the romance parts in the muggle books that they read- but that sentiment was much more than words could ever communicate.

instead, it was communicated late at night as they tiptoed through the corridors in heavy sweaters and hushed whispers. regulus had lightly pushed y/n against a wall and kissed her passionately, the action being returned by y/n mere seconds later.

but this didn’t mean anything, not to y/n at least.

the next morning the two went back to normal, sitting next to each other in the grand hall and gossiping about other students. when regulus tried to talk to her about it, he was simply brushed off.

later that night they found themselves in y/n’s dorm room- tip toeing around without heavy sweaters but still hushed whispers.

regulus didn’t mind, or at least he pretended that he didn’t mind. but the summer was finally arriving and their families had a few balls planned out, so they wouldn’t be completely deprived of one another.

“i can’t believe we won’t get to see each other everyday!” y/n cried dramatically, jumping into regulus’s uniform as they packed their bags.

“it’s only 2 weeks until your family’s ball, don’t worry!” he laughed, pushing y/n off playfully.

y/n shook her head. “you best not forget about me in those 2 weeks” she said. regulus gasped, with his hand in his heart. “i would never!” he claimed.

those long two weeks finally came to an end on a warm friday night. y/n was spotted by regulus mere moments after guests were being invited in, as she laid back on a wall in a silk dress with a glass of wine in her hand. “who said you’re old enough to drink?” he asked, hands on his hips as he walked over.

“calm down! it’s only juice. i added vodka though,” she chuckled, bringing in regulus for a hug. “i missed you” she whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. regulus gulped, taking a step back as his cheeks turned red.

“where can i get myself some of that juice vodka?” he asked.

“see that table over there? pour half of whatever and come back to me for the flask, i have two just in case” she gestured over to a king dining table, filled with drinks of every kind.

late into the ball, the two were nowhere to be found. hidden in an abandoned guest room, extremely intoxicated and underdressed, regulus and y/n sat against a grey-painted wall and on top of a carpet with a sinister pattern. consumed by fear of the war and a pure yearning for one another, they continued the sullen tradition of their previous year at hogwarts.

“do you like me?” regulus asked, lighting a cigarette from his suit pocket. y/n crawled over, grabbing one out from his pocket as well and holding it out for him to light it. regulus acknowledged the gesture and lit the cigarette, laying back into the frame of the bed they were sitting on.

“of course i do, reggie” y/n smiled, taking in the smoke. “if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here post-shag smoking in bed with you” she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“but what type of like?” he asked, inverting his legs towards his torso slightly. y/n shook her head. “that’s a pretty loaded question” she remarked, closing her eyes.

regulus shook his head confusedly. he blew out the smoke and extended his arm around y/n. “i don’t think it’s loaded. i like you more than anyone i’ve ever met, that’s the type of like i like you as… if that makes any sense” he muttered.

“i like you more than anyone else too”

a few weeks pass and the noble house of black was hosting their own little gathering, and the l/n family was obviously invited.

the two embraced passionately upon y/n’s arrival, spinning her around like a ballerina in the process. after a shared dance or two, regulus and y/n scurried off to regulus’s bedroom for the rest of the night.

“where’s sirius?” y/n asked, tracing her fingers over his bookcase.

“he left. my parents well… you can kind of guess what happened but he’s gone. dick move not saving me either but, whatever” regulus sighed, laying back into his bed.

“is he staying with james?” y/n asked, laying back with him.

“yeah. i’m guessing he’s happy there. i wish he’d at least write or let me know he’s safe, but he definitely thinks i’m a devout death eater or something”

“i don’t think you’re a devout death eater”

“i don’t think i am either”

the two shared a train carriage upon the beginning of the school year. from the outside of their almost empty room, they could see james and his friends skipping about, sirius catching a glance of his younger brother for the first time in weeks.

he was consumed by his lonliness and pressure from his parents, y/n was the only person who could relieve that. he didn’t mind if their relationship was barley a relationship and merely friends with benefits.

he stared at her hair and the way her eyes glisten in the morning sun. he wondered what she was thinking or what she was going to say. he wanted to hear something reassuring for the first time after only hearing screams and shouts from his parents.

“do you think we should stop fooling around this year?” y/n asked, breaking regulus out of his spell.

“why?”

“we need to start getting serious about our studies and i need to find a suitor” she said plainly, nestles against the walls of the train carriage.

regulus looked at her, dumbfounded. what did she mean by that?

“is what we have really that disposable?” he asked, trying to find the right words.

“i don’t know. i still want to be friends, you’re my favourite person”

“if i was your favourite person, why are you calling this off right now of all times? why not last year when you knew i was in love with you and you kept me around for whatever sick reasons you have? why now?” regulus whisper-shouted, sitting up straight.

y/n shook her head, placing down the book she was previously reading. “love? we weren’t even in a relationship, regulus”

“but we were close enough to snog 5 times a day?”

r/n sighed, standing up. “i knew you’d get like this, you’re far too dependant. i can’t handle giant commitments and you know that! why would you do this to me?”

“fuck off, have a good year” regulus said as he grabbed his bags and pushed past y/n.

burning toast, stolen glances, venomous stares and obvious avoidance. these are the things that regulus thought of when he heard y/n l/n’s name. as much as he wishes he could hate her, there was no end to his eternal love.

“cardigan”

regulus black x reader

- in which your rivalry with regulus manifests into something a little more romantic, despite your mutual ‘dislike’ for one another.

warnings: none??? idk bad writing because i haven’t written a fic in like 2 years lol. maybe making out. y/n has gender neutral pronouns so go nuts guys!! y/n is a pothead

regulus black never had many friends. during mealtimes he would often sit alone in the library and study, or sit with a crowd of slytherins he kind of knew but didn’t like. he was never able to formulate any sort of real connection between himself and someone else- until he was seated next to y/n in his 3rd year potions class.

“hi” they would mutter, plopping down on their assigned seat next to regulus. he would never respond verbally, but he usually shot her an affirming look. but soon after these muttered hellos and affirming looks, regulus and y/n formed an intense rivalry.

maybe it began when y/n accidentally blew up something important they were being assessed on, or when regulus got them both detention by speaking back to a teacher- but they were officially rivals. this rivalry continued into their 5th year at hogwarts, becoming common knowledge amongst the student body and the teachers.

“welcome back, 5th years. please take your assigned seats and we’ll start with the lesson,” their professor announced. y/n sighed and walked away from their friends who were sitting a few desks in front of them and regulus. they took their seat and set up their side of the desk messily before resting their head in their palm and staring at the board.

regulus shot them a few glances, never alarming them or making it known to anyone else that he was looking. he was just so enchanted by what they got in their last test, not the way their face looked when they were focusing on something.

“what are you looking at?” they muttered, looking into regulus’ eyes with arched eyebrows and a hollow expression. “you’ve got something on your face.” he replied confidently, looking back to the board. “wait, where?” they whispered, pulling out a small pocket mirror. “next to your nose” regulus whispered back, concerned by how worried y/n was about the state of their face. “there’s nothing there!” they said as they slammed the pocket mirror closed and adjusted their hair. regulus chuckled, raising his head confidently in response. “wanker” y/n sighed, rolling their eyes and leaning back into their chair.

later throughout the lesson, y/n reached for an ingredient and was met with a brush of regulus’s hand. they instinctively pulled away, resting the hand in their lap in retaliation. regulus smirked, shooting y/n a teasing glance. “can’t keep your hands off me, can’t you?” he laughed, continuing with the practical. “my hands will be on your face in a second!” the replied, crossing their arms. regulus put a hand to his heart and scoffed. “my point has been proven. are you in love with me or something?” he asked, earning a judgmental look from y/n. “i mean i’m going to slap you” they assured him, shaking their head.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. you guys are delusional,” y/n stated confidently in response to their friends concerns about her relationship with regulus. “are you sure? you flirt every potions lesson…” phyra replied as she arched her eyebrows and played with her dinner. y/n shook their head. “ew, i would never!”

phyra and y/n walked around the campus for a while, exchanging secrets and sentiments about their classmates. as they tiptoed around the school grounds, y/n made eye-contact with a certain dark haired slytherin, who sent them a sarcastic wink and walked off towards the slytherin common room. y/no face turned a deep red as they pulled phyra away and continued walking. “okay, now you’re flirting outside of class? what is going on?!” she laughed, earning a prolonged ‘ugh’ from y/n. “nothing is going on, he’s just being an absolute dick” they rolled their eyes as they walked alongside their friend. “i think you like him a tad bit” she whispered playfully, alarming y/n. “disgusting! i would never!”

looking back, maybe y/n did have some sort of feelings for regulus. something that maybe was a little different than hate or a strong dislike. they couldn’t doubt that they were attracted to him, because everyone was. regulus had a strong jawline and confident eyes, it felt as though he was teasing you just by looking at you. y/n knew that this attraction was totally normal! the butterflies they felt whenever they saw him was just the manifestation of their mutual dislike.

regulus, surprisingly, was a little more in touch with his feelings. he was constantly flooded with his own feelings of attraction whenever their eyes met, making him regret even waking up that morning because he knew he would have to deal with these feelings in almost every single class.

“what are you doing up?” regulus inquired late at night, leaning up against the walls of the slytherin common room whilst y/n sat on a couch with ‘the bell jar’ in one hand and a joint in the other. they shot a worried glance, trying to get rid of the smoke by whacking around the book in the air. “nothing!”

regulus smirked and walked over to where they were sitting, leaning over the frame of the couch and gesturing for the joint. y/n reluctantly handed it to him and sunk deeper into their cardigan. “you do know you shouldn’t smoke inside” he grinned as he took inside the smoke and released it nonchalantly. “where else am i supposed to go?” they responded, closing their book. “outside?” he replied, taking another hit of the joint. “honestly, i would love to go outside but it’s colder than the north fucking pole out there!” y/n whisper shouted, gesturing for the joint. regulus chuckled as he took one more hit before passing it back to them.

“so is this what you do in your free time?” regulus inquired, leaning further of the frame of the court. y/n twisted their figure to face regulus. “more or less, sometimes i don’t read” they replied, pushing back their hair. regulus stared into their eyes, pushing down a warmth in his cheeks. “why are you being nice to me” they asked, resign their head on the top of the touch, close to where regulus was resting his. “you let me have like, half of that joint” he replied, smirking slightly. y/n nodded their head.

“you know you’re pretty right?” he asked plainly, staring deeply into y/n’s eyes. “what? is that you or the mary jane talking?” y/n turned red and lifted their head up to turn their face away slightly from regulus. “whichever you prefer” he responded calmly. y/n anxiously played with their hands, trying to avoid eye contact with regulus. “um, it’s getting late…” they muttered. regulus perked up, pushing back away from the couch and back to the wall he was leaning up against. “right” he affirmed, lifting up his hand slightly in agreement.

y/n picked up her book and handed the rest of the joint to regulus. he shot them a confused look as they reached out their hand to him. “keep it, i have like 8 more” they assured, brushing their hand against his. regulus took it and stuffed it in the pocket of his pants. “i wasn’t lying when i said you were pretty” he assured them, crossing his arms. y/n shook their head, walking back to their dorm room.

regulus pushed back his hair and sighed, making his way back to his down as well. embarrassed by his attempts, he walked over to y/n’s dorm and knocked on their door. soon after knocking, the door opened up to welcome a flustered regulus and a confused y/n. “i like you?” he said with arched brows, holding the door open. “are you sure?” they replied, holding back a vibrant blush. “what, do you want me to prove it or something?” he said as his gaze moved away from y/n. y/n shrugged, moving closer towards regulus.

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t” they teased, before regulus lifted up their chin and kissed them softly. their eyes closed as their hands rested nearly on his body. he pulled away slowly after, stepping backwards slightly. “um, see you in potions.” he whispered anxiously before scattering way to his own dorm, leaving y/n to stand in the middle of their door frame, extremely confused.