#also I know I’m sure they attend classes we just don’t hear about it but SHHH let me have my comedic moment

[julescarstairs]

I honestly love the trope in fantasy books/novels in general set in an academic setting where the main characters — despite allegedly being straight A students or high performing students — canonically spend no time in their classes whatsoever.

#it’s so amusing to me #their attendance records would be shocking #but hey! #they got to fight that dragon #they got to save the world #that’s got to qualify for advanced standing right #and an A+ in all missed classes #also I know I’m sure they attend classes we just don’t hear about it but SHHH let me have my comedic moment #fantasy #fiction #books #booklr #writing #reading #reader #bookworm #book dragon

[laurentdirosetti]

"Support character" [part 2]

{Idia Shroud x gn/MC}

Tags: playing videogames together, competitive, bet, smut...

Idia’s room was just like you imagined it would be, an otaku’s room —books scattered on the floor, open boxes in every corner, merchandising from different animes and games, posters on the walls… Also, the air in the room is really heavy, why is it so hot in here? Is it because of the computer or- 

MC: ARE YOU ALRIGHT? 

His hair was bright red, redder than when we were in the storage room, and not only the color was hot red, but the temperature too. 

Idia: so-sorry, this is the first time a girl has entered my room (anyone other than Ortho or me for that matter).

That was the issue, haha… now I’m nervous too. I should do something to break the ice in this situation, or rather cooler the temperature. I think I recognised one of his figurines on that shelf… 

MC: Isn’t that Ruri-chan from “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl”?

I was staring right at Ruri-chan when I asked him, so it was a surprise when I turned around to look at his face and saw his expression. For a few seconds the time stopped and he gave me a death stare. Why is he so scary all of a sudden? Did I mispronounce her name? Impossible, I’ve been watching that series since I came to this world, mostly because it was the only serotonin I could find after nearly dying over a kid’s tantrum. 

Idia: you know Ruri-chan?

Maybe because you were nearly as introverted as Idia or because you were nervous, the only answer you could find to his suddenly cold attitude was that this was the beginning of the typical “man interrogation over a common interest to prove your authenticity as a fan”. So before he could start making you questions about the show, you blow out all the lore of the series. 

Idia’s face was as rigid as a rock until you finished your monologue on Ruri-chan’s journey. You stopped talking to catch a breath when he grabbed you by the shoulders and suddenly snapped.

Idia:  ARE YOU TELLING ME THERE WAS ANOTHER OTAKU IN THE ACADEMY AND I DISCOVER IT NOW? Why did it take you so long to talk to me? How is it possible that I didn’t know about this before? I mean, I have control over all the technology and internet connection here. I should’ve been notified if a student was watching anime, how is it possible I didn’t know about you till now? What did you do? What kind of firewall did you use?

MC: I just watched it on Ramshackle’s TV…

Idia: ah… that explains everything, that TV probably doesn’t even have an HDMI port, let alone Internet… 

MC: Idia… my shoulders are starting to hurt.

He sure is strong, it's hard to tell by those baggy clothes he's always wearing. He instantly opened his hands to let me go as soon as he heard me. He looked troubled he might have hurted me. 

MC: don’t worry, I may not have “mana”, but my HP is full.

He couldn’t help but smile at my dumb -almost cringe- comparison. I think my “break the ice” mission was successful. Idia is very expressive, he snapped from nervous, to surprised, to confused, to happy in the the blink of an eye. I wish he stopped using that floating tablet of his to attend classes so I could see more of his expressions. 

As soon as he released me he went to pick something from his wardrobe, a pair of controls apparently. The controls in my world were less complex than this ones. Idia handed me one of them and I began to study the buttons. It would be a lie to tell I knew how to grab it, clown music is playing inside my head. I wanted to play videogames with him, but truth be told I don’t have money to fix Rammshackle’s sink let alone buy a videogame or a console. 

Idia saw my troubled grin and step towards me, shadowing my entire persona. 

Idia: Is there a problem? You don’t like the color or something? Is it the brand?

MC: well, you see, the thing is… 

This is gonna be so embarassing. First, I ran into problems trying to defend him against nothing, cause he wasn’t even hearing those jerks. Second, I made him hide with me in the storage room and now I have to tell him I wanted to play videogames with him but didn’t even think about the possibility of the controls being different from my world. Defeated, I lower my head to evade his soon to be inquisitive gaze. 

MC: …I don’t know how to use these controls, they are different from the ones in my world.

Silence was so loud I couldn’t take it anymore and looked up. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing at me his cheeks were red and his jaw was so tense I could see his neck muscles contracting. Finally, he let out a little pfft and grabbed his mouth and chin with his hand, pressing his cheek with his index.

Idia: I’m sorry but, you went through all that trouble to play together and you don’t even know how? Cute.

Lucky for me I don’t have magical hair that turns red when I'm flustered, but I’m sure it’s not hard to guess just by looking at my face. 

Idia: don’t worry, guess I’ll have to teach you as I did with my little brother, come here.

He sat on a visible comfortable plush sofa, big enough for him to open his leg and ask me to sit between them. Funny, when we were in the storage room he was so nervous and now he openly asks me to sit on top of him, hasn’t he noticed?

Dumbfounded, I did as he requested and sat on the gap between his thighs, creating a space between us as a way to surpass the embarrassment. Unfazed, he glued his chest to my back and slipped his hands around my body. As if I was walking on thin ice, I slowly rested my arms on top of his. Then he moved his hands on top of mine on the controller, guiding my fingers on top of the buttons. My ears were bright red as I could feel his breathing chilling my neck, whispering a slow pace explanation on how to use the controller. His fingers moved mine slowly over the buttons, his hair fell as a cascade over my shoulders sliding between my legs. I don’t know what is happening and I would swear neither does he. He’s so focused on explaining the lore of the game and controls he hasn’t realized the hot mess he got cuddled beneath him.

Idia: Did you get that?

He asked, suddenly making me snap out of my cloud. Even though it was difficult, for many reasons, I caught a glimpse of his monologue while trying to survive my ocean of hormones. 

MC: Well… It seems quite complicated to be honest. Maybe I can understand it better once I play the game. 

Idia: Great, let’s play. I’ll connect the other controller so we can multi-play this. 

The controller was right next to us, already plunged, so he didn’t move an inch and his arm were still surrounding me. The soundtrack of the game started playing and far too late I realized he meant to play in this position, basically cuddling each other, with our arms tangled, his body temperature on me and his breathing on my neck. We haven’t even started, but I can tell I already lost. 

Unfortunately for him, after playing for nearly an hour, I tried my best to give him a hard time beating me. I lost all the matches anyway, but at least I could hear his groans all along, echoing in my ears. 

Idia: SO much for being a snob, you are tougher than you look. But rest assured, I would never let a newbie beat me at my favorite game. Ortho has tried many times and I should give him a pass -you know the whole “Idia let your little brother win once”- but as a weeb I have a reputation yk. 

That smirk on his face… he’s sure full of himself. I have almost grasped the dynamics of this game, maybe I could beat him. I’m a pretty competitive person and that arrogance only ignites something dark in me, something stupid. 

MC: I bet I can ruin that reputation of yours in our next round.

Idia: Are YOU implying YOU can win? LMFAO, if delulu was a sport you'd have a gold medal. If you beat me on this round I’ll be your chair or whatever -not that it’s even a possibility.

MC: Do you mean I can ask you anything if I win? It’s this one of those anime situations in which the winner can order the loser around the whole day? 

Idia: Yeah, that kind of shoujo stuff. Afraid?

MC: Mmn… Well, you’re already quite the comfortable chair.

That came out of nowhere, but I decided to keep my cool and rested my weight on his chest even more, looking up at his melted honey eyes now widening from sudden embarrassment. His peachy cheeks are so cute. Plan complete: this may be considered cheating but the only way to win is to distract him and by the discontrolled beating of his heart reverberating on my back I can tell it already worked. 

We began playing, in the game we were two characters fighting each other in a 2D horizontal landscape. I didn’t learn all the combos, but I mastered the parries and evasions, so it was nearly impossible for him to even scratch me. He was focused on attacking while I was determined on defending, a never ending match it seemed.  In real life it was the other way around, I continued non-stop “attacking” him while he tried his best to “defend” himself. Each time I evaded one of his attacks my butt moved against his lower body. From the corner of my eye I enjoyed his leg contraction at every “unintended” pound I gave him. After almost an hour of playing him, and the game, his breath was a mess, he was trembling all over and his dick was rock hard between my ass cheeks. My intention was to win the game, but I’m not quite disappointed with the actual development of the situation. I could take this as a win already.

Then I felt a thrust, his body rested on top of mine and I swear I can almost tell his longitude just by the pressure on my lower back. He snapped, his fingers were moving so fast on the buttons I had to make an effort to see them, he left me no chance to defend myself neither in the game or reality. As my character fell to the ground completely defeated, my head stumped on the floor as his hands pressed my shoulders to the ground.

Face to face, among the darkness of his room I could only differentiate two golden orbs and his face lightly illuminated by the gentle blue of his hair. 

Idia: I won.

My whole belly was on the palm of his hand as he slowly lifted my shirt all the way up, until he grabbed my neck under the clothes. 

MC: Wh-what are you doing?

Idia: I won, so the loser must do whatever the winner demands, right?

MC: Bu-but you haven’t say anything yet.

Idia: Oh, then I want the loser to fix my joystick. 

What? Oh…

As I stupidly tried to understand that I noticed his hard-on pressuring my lower belly, near to my intimacy. 

Idia: you see, a certain snob player broke it mid-play. Any idea on how to fix it?

He completely snapped, I almost can’t recognize him. Where is the shy boy I was messing with? The situation has escalated more than I would have imagined, but this doesn’t put me off in the slightest. Seeing Idia all hot and bothered surely is rare enough and I want to push that dominant side of him a bit more.

MC: maybe… It just needs some cleaning?

I questioned opening my mouth and letting out my tongue. His sigh was filled with excitement and anticipation, I could catch him bitting his lips for a moment.

He moved his knees to the sides of my head and lowered his zip and trousers. My eyes, now more used to the low illumination of the room, enjoyed the view of his thighs, pale as porcelain. He looks so fragile and slim, or that was my line of thinking until he uncovered his dick. Hard, veiny and leaking precum on top of my forehead; the length was the size of my face. This was going to hurt.

I accepted my destiny and kept my mouth open for him to enter mercilessly. But, that wasn’t the case. At a slow pace he started going down on my mouth, he filled my cavity with just the tip and almost the middle of his length. Then, he took my chin in his hand and caressed my cheek, pressing it on his dick and slowly massaging it from outside. I didn’t know what to do with my tongue so I tried to lick his dick and press it more against my cheek. His eyes glittered from a moment and he let out a soft chuckle. 

Idia: seems you’re really eager to clean it, babe. But this much won’t do I’m afraid, you need to get it all wet enough.

Instantly, he continued letting down his hips  until all his dick was in my mouth and throat. He was so deep in me my lower lip was touching his balls. Strange enough, this wasn’t as painful as I imagined it to be, I wonder how can my throat be twitching around him and I’m so calm? Maybe, his sweet expressions are keeping me from gagging. His mouth is a little open, from this angle I can only see his tongue moving above his pointy teeth. His eyes are locked in my throat, probably a bulge has formed, his fault after all. He’s been so long in this position I could possibly draw his dick by having it inside me. 

When I thought he would start moving, his balls twitched against my lip and his cum flooded my mouth non-stop. When he released everything in me he fastly got up, letting me catch a breath. He cumed so much there were lines of cum running down my cheeks to the ground. I coughed a little after drinking all.

When I sat on the floor and looked up I could feel his gaze contemplating my whole display, heavy breathing and a surprised expression.

MC: that was fast. 

Idia: I endured playing in hard mode, literally, a few minutes ago. Thank me I didn't finish by just seeing your ahegao face. Also …you didn’t need to drink that.

MC: I told you I would clean it. 

Idia: quite the awful job, It's all sticky and twitching, maybe you can clean it better down here…

To be continued...

Part 1

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twst idia smut #twst idia shroud #twst idia #idia shroud smut #idia smut #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia x mc #twisted wonderland idia smut

[rendy-a]

Hey, um hi! I'm new here, nice to meet you, sorry I'm a bit awkward with requests

So, Could we have some of the Self aware AU with Idia and Sebek? It can be whatever you want, a headcanon or a mini one shot, whichever you prefer more^^

Thank you ahead!

~~~🌟🎃

The interesting thing with Self Aware AU is that you can write it like the game characters are aware of you as you play or you can write where the player is isekai’d into the game and everyone knows about it.  Last time, I had written it in the perspective of playing the game irl.  I thought this time, I’d write it as though the player was somehow drawn into the game.  Hope you enjoy it. 

Remember, the Self-Aware AU is a yandere AU!

When you’d awoken inside your favorite phone game…well, you’d freaked out.  But then!  You’d made one rule; never mention the game to any character.  It was just strange.  Plus, you weren’t sure how they’d react!  It was a rule you’d managed to follow, until today.

You, like the character Yuu in your game, were a first-year student at NRC.  As much as you’d liked to have avoided all the game characters to prevent triggering any dangerous events, you shared class with Ace and Deuce (plus lived with Grim).  Over time, you’d been pulled into lunches and joint classes with all the first-year students.  Thankfully, the first-year students weren’t where the problem was.  That was with the Housewardens and you avoided them in every situation possible.  You were relieved that the plot of the game had you living in such a remote dorm and excused you from attending any sort of club activities. 

And yet, you sometimes wished you would meet the characters.  It would be so cool to talk to your favorites, see them in actual real life!  Only, you were also pretty sure the minute you came face-to-face, you’d say something embarrassing or stupid.  Like you did when you met Ace and Deuce.  You still cringe when you remember calling them the ‘single braincell duo’ to their faces.  Yes, it was probably for the best that you took isolated halls to class to avoid the seniors.  You wouldn’t want to turn the corner and ACK!

You rolled over from where you’d fallen and gazed up to see who or what you’d collided with.  You recoiled in horror as nebulous blue flames made patterns across your vision.  “What kind of ridiculous anime situation is this.  Real people should look at where they are going in the hall.  This place needs a mini-map to avoid NPC’s like this.  I can’t believe on the one day I have to attend class in person some extrovert is lurking in my quiet hallway…”  He hadn’t looked up from where he’d fallen but you could tell in an instant that you’d triggered some rare event and encountered a wild Idia.

You spend this small moment wondering if you should pretend to know him or not.  He’s a Housewarden, so you should probably know who he is, right?  But at the same time, he never leaves Ignihyde, so how would you know him?  Maybe you should pretend to not know him.  “It’s you,” a small voice interrupts your dilemma.  You look up at Idia in surprise only to find a matching expression of surprise on his face.  Then his mouth parts slightly and a string of words emerges.  “What should I do?  I didn’t prepare for this event.  I’m not ready to meet my Oshi in person.  How do I trigger the correct dialog option here?  I’m going to get a death flag; I just know it…”

He says a lot of things, but one thing catches your attention: Oshi.  Were you somehow Idia’s favorite?  That can’t be, right?  You let out a giggle at the absurdity of the situation.  Idia’s eyes grow large, and he shrinks back at the sound, started to hear it coming from your mouth.  “Don’t be so nervous Idia.  Nothing bad is going to happen,” you say softly.  When you speak to him, Idia loses control of himself and starts talking rapidly, “Of course!  If the Player says so, then it is so.  They are so amazing, like limited SSR class amazing.  I don’t deserve to even be in their presence.  They are probably thinking, who is this gloomy weirdo with the fire hair?  Why is he dressed so strange, he probably doesn’t have any fashion sense.” 

“That’s not true!” you shout, “I remember when your Ghost Marriage card came out!  Oh my gosh!  It looked so cool!  It was totally my favorite card.  I had to pull 200 times to get it!”  Then you abruptly stop, realizing you’ve said too much when Idia’s hair turns completely pink.  “I…I’m just going to go,” you say as you cover your face in embarrassment and walk back around the corner the way you had arrived.

The students of Ignihyde gave Idia a wide berth as he returned to the dorm.  No one dared approach him while his hair flickered so violently from gentle pink to blazing red.  Idia himself seemed entirely unaware of the bizarre show he was putting on.  He continued mumbling and giggling to himself all the way back to his room.  When he finally found the solitude of his inner sanctuary, he jumped on his bed and hugged his Player-print body pillow.  “Hee Hee Hee!” he laughs out loud for no one to hear but himself.  “I did it.  I meet my Oshi!”  Then he rolls over onto his back and stares dreamily into the ceiling, “They knew who I was.  That must mean something.  Maybe, this is fate?” 

There was only one rule all the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland had; don’t interfere with the Player.  It was a rule he’d managed to follow, until today.  Today, Fate intervened.  If Fate wanted you two to be together, who was Idia to argue?  As he stared at the ceiling, Idia’s engineering brain went into gear planning designs for a place he could take you where no one else could reach.  A place where you’d finally be alone, with only him.  Just like Fate had planned.

Over time, you’d noticed that the residents of Twisted Wonderland treated you differently.  You remembered the first time you heard Crowley tell the aggravated student body he’d assigned weekend cleaning duty to all students to clean up the campus for their use…because he was so kind.  While all around you, students started grumbling, you’d burst out laughing.  When everyone had started looking at you, you’d choked off your laugh and covered your face.  “Sorry, he just…he said the thing,” you managed to get out between smothered chuckles. 

No one ever called you out on your strange behavior.  It was like they all collectively got together and decided that you were allowed to behave in any way you chose.  They, on the other hand, often seemed to struggle with deciding if they should act normally in your presence or not.  The number of times you’d slipped into a room of rowdy students to have the conversation cut off into a silent awe was alarming.  Today was just another example.

You’d gotten back after a class and lay in your bed, bored.  You’d think that being pulled into your favorite game would give you endless entertainment but, after a time, it just settled into being exactly like school in your world.  The only difference is you occasionally went out looking for locations or characters in the game, like a sort of anime pilgrimage.  Sometimes, you’d been caught in awkward situations, but you’d just sort of nod and say, “This all looks fine,” and leave.  No one has ever called you out on your intrusions.  So…you just felt free to invite yourself anywhere you were curious to go.  Today, you thought about things you were interested in and decided that you’d go to some of the clubs to find out what the club uniforms looked like.  After all, not all those cards were released; it’s like the ultimate preview!

You were almost used to the way things fell silent when you entered the stable yard.  Members of the Horseback Riding Club stopped what they were doing to stare at you.  Those who faced away noticed the attention of their fellows and turned to see you before they too, fell silent.  In almost no time at all, they had casually circled you, as though waiting for you to hand out some sort of instruction or give a speech.  You rubbed your head and thought, guess it’s time to break out the old ‘nothing to see here’ and bounce.  Before you could though, a call broke the silence.  “HUMAN!”

You turned toward the sound, an eager expression coming over you.  Were you about to experience the famous rants of Sebek?  As you hoped, Sebek was loudly berating students at the outer edges of the semi-circle for their inattention during club activities.  You eased yourself forward, hoping to catch sight of him.  No one tried to bar your way, parting before you as you progressed.  You easily reached his side and leaned forward to watch his antics.  Suddenly, he turns and grabs onto YOU!  “HUMAN, YOU AREN’T EVEN DRESSED YET!  THIS SORT OF SLOVENLY BEHAVIOR…” and then he trails off as he looks at your face and you can see the awareness fall over him.

His eyes go wide, and he immediately let’s go of your shoulder, visibly taken aback.  He stammers and you imagine you even see tears gathering in his eyes.  You think to yourself, time to find a way out of this before things get even worse.  “I…I’m here for an inspection…” you say carefully.  All the gathered students listen intently, standing just a touch straighter.  “Sebek, I have decided…I have decided to see how many push-ups you can do in a minute.”  It made no sense, and you knew it made no sense.  You wondered if this would finally be the time someone calls you on your BS but instead, Sebek perks up to an extreme degree.  “YES, OF COURSE!  RIGHT AWAY!” he bellows. 

You stand at his side as he begins, pretending to care far more than you do about the results of this demonstration.  Honestly, it is impressive.  The speed at which he sets out to complete the exercises is extreme.  You wonder for a moment just what sort of training Lilia DOES give to Sebek and Silver to get them to this level of fitness.  When he is finished with the allotted minute, he jumps to attention, standing much as you’d imagine he does on guard over Malleus.  You give it a moment and then say, “Yes, that will suffice.  You may all return to your duties now.”  Having ordered the students to depart, they comply with a surprising speed.  They all still watch you but now they do it while pretending to be engaged in filling buckets with water or looking over curry combs. 

You give one final nod to Sebek and say, “Good job,” before you walk away.  That was more than enough excitement for one night.  You’d rather spend the rest of the evening in Ramshackle than deal with any more things like this tonight.  Behind you, Sebek watches you go in awe.  You praised him; you told him he did a good job.  Before you quite got out of earshot, you heard one last shout, “SILVER WAKE UP!  THEY PRAISED ME, THE PLAYER PRAISED ME!”  You laughed to yourself, what a strange world this was.

That evening in Diasomnia, Sebek carefully pulled his portrait of Malleus off the wall.  Nestled behind it was a photograph of the Player.  He gazed at it reverently.  They’d spoken to him today; praised him even.  He wasn’t yet over it.  He thinks we will never get over it.  He places your photo next to his pillow as he lays down to sleep.  In the morning, he’ll put it back behind the portrait.  He’d not dare to change his room’s layout from what the Player knows!  But for tonight, he’d fall asleep to your face and the remembrance of your voice.  Someday…maybe he’d not even need to use a photograph.  ‘NO!’ he tells himself sternly, ‘the Player is not for you!’  And yet, some dark corner of his mind tells him that ‘good job’ is just a small step away from ‘I love you.’

#twst #self aware au #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #tw: yandere #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere sebek x reader #yandere sebek zigvolt

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for implying my sister’s a transphobe?

For context: i’m a nonbinary girl and at the time had recently broken up with my trans girlfriend of a year. I also have very different political stances than my sister, which historically makes me very frustrated (she’s a liberal so very into making sure people have rights but never acknowledging the structural problems that cause minority hatred/prejudice).

So my sister and i were playing a videogame together and having a great and fun time. We were switching the game and there was an add for Hogwarts Legacy on her home screen, which we both saw. I genuinely don’t remember who commented on it first. Either i said something like “ugh, please don’t get that godawful game” or she said something like “oh i wanna get/play this game”. Knowing me it was probably the former. A throwaway comment for sure. Either way, that started a little argument between us.

More context: my sister and i both grew up as avid potterheads. I was even more obsessed with it than her, as a lonely middle schooler with no friends, harry potter was my favorite avenue of escapism and basically my main coping method. Which is why i was so devastated when, in 2020, i found out about all the terf shit jkr had been posting and supporting. It felt like losing a close friend, and so it’s a subject around which i have a lot of pain thinking/talking about. But my sister (cishet) usually thinks I’m overreacting. She doesn’t support jkr’s rhetoric but doesn’t think that supporting her or her work monetarily is a bad thing whatsoever. Mainly she believes it simply won’t make a difference to her bottom line.

Anywho, we were arguing about Hogwarts Legacy and how i think that she shouldn’t give jkr any money regardless of how closely she was involved with the production, since she’s getting profit from it regardless. Sister brings up that she’s seen trans people who want to buy and play the game, and that i’m not the authority on the issue. I tell her that the people saying that are not the majority of the community, and that maybe she should listen to the person who’s actually trans and sitting right next to her. She disagrees, and i say “then just don’t call yourself an ally”. I don’t quite remember what she said, but the argument didn’t last long after that.

We continued playing whatever videogame, and then i excused myself to have dinner. When i came back k stopped by her room to share a fun fact, and she confronted me about how much it hurt her that i said she wasn’t an ally. She told me that she had put in real work by taking an intersectionality class in college, and by attending trans rights protests — all of which i’ve never done (mostly because of mental health issues i won’t get into). She was crying and upset, and i told her i was sorry for having that conversation at a bad time, and for how i phrased my thoughts, but that i didn’t take back what i said about her not being an ally and to say i was would be lying. I didn’t say much more because i saw how upset she was and didn’t think that was a good time to argue about my opinions - so we decided to talk about it later when she was calmer.

I still haven’t started that conversation because i haven’t decided if what i said was unnecessary and made me an asshole, or if what i said was justified and she needed to hear it. It’s been a few months now and we’re both back in college and living hours away from each other in different countries.

So, tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[radjoy]

Idk where I’m going with this, but:

Women generally live longer than men.

When you get married, you should love someone enough to care for them in their old age.

Because of 1, though, 95% of the time, it’s the husband whose health leaves first, and the wife spends her last years of decent health taking care of him - unable to go on vacations because he needs her, keeping track of his meds/drs appointments/meals, waiting on him hand and foot.

He dies. Then her health goes. And it’s no more lifetime-marriage-partner caring, it’s whatever home health aid the kids could hire. Nobody is making sure she gets to water aerobics and making her appointments for her, nobody is preparing her favorite dish just the way she likes it,

I volunteer at a senior center that has both “outpatient” style water aerobics/chair yoga/bridge clubs/social shit that local seniors still living on their own can attend, plus an assisted living community.

I constantly see the same progression: ailing husband is dragged to the classes and social hours, complaining the whole time. They meet with the assisted living groups. Wife talks about how nice it would be to live here, how hard it is keeping up their house, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone bring you your meds and drive you to the grocery store. Husband insists they don’t need it, but he also seems to need his wife to get up and get everything for him. Wife mentions that she wanted to fly out and see their grandchildren, but her husband needs her, and hiring a temporary aid won’t work because he has to have everything just so. Rinse and repeat, until:

Husband dies, wife gets maybe a year before she moves into retirement home.

I used to think this was just by happenstance, but then we got this older couple. From what the nurses said, they were both pretty big boozehounds, and their health had never really been a priority, so they had to move in earlier than we usually get patients.

I was eavesdropping on their adult kids, who were moving them in, and I heard them complaining that they had to do this. The couple was selling their house, and their son had wanted it, and their daughter was annoyed at how much this was going to cost. No big, we hear a lot of people who get annoyed watching their inheritance dwindle. But then the son goes: “You know, mom is five years younger than him. If she had taken care of herself, she would’ve been able to take care of him.”

And I was like, oh! So mom has to spend her life abstaining from alcohol and getting in 30 minutes of exercise per day, not so that she can take better care of herself and live longer for her, but because you were counting on her to play nursemaid for dad! And suddenly, this seemed a lot less like happenstance that occurred because women live longer than men. It seemed to be a deliberate part of patriarchy.

There’s one couple that moved in when they first started needing help around the house - most people move in as late as they possibly can. But the wife used to work as a home health aid, and she saw how it becomes more and more of the wife’s responsibility, and she didn’t want to put up with it. And her husband is kind of crotchety and grumpy, but they seem to have the best relationship I’ve seen - maybe if only because she can turn off her hearing aids and let us deal with him.

#what I’m saying is budget for help #radical feminism #radfem

[themultifandomgal]

Sweet Pea- Grease Is The Word

Summer Nights

I haven’t seen any Grease inspired imagines for Riverdale which I find a little odd. If any of you have read some let me know.

What a summer. Not only did I move to Riverdale but I met the cutest guy wrapped in leather at Sweetwater River. His name, Sweet Pea. He was tall and very handsome. Hopefully he attends the same school as I am, Riverdale High.

I walk through the halls with my new neighbour, Betty, to a cafeteria table where there’s a group of girls

“Hey guys. This is my new neighbour YN YLN. YN this is Veronica, Cheryl, Toni and Josie”

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” I say politely smiling

“So YN where did you move from?” Toni asks

“We moved from Atlanta, Georgia”

“How come?” Veronica asks

“My dad got a job with Lodge industries so we moved”

“So your dad is working for mine? Interesting”

“How do you like the school so far?” Cheryl asks

“It seems nice” I shrug

“What did you do over the summer, other than move” Veronica asks

“Well I spent most of my summer at Sweetwater River”

“Why?” Josie frowns

“I met a boy there” the girls all gasp “he was cute, handsome, tall. He had this leather jacket that just gave him a bad boy image, but he wasn’t” I sigh thinking about him

“Come on don’t leave us hanging tell us more” Veronica almost squeals

“We went bowling, we got milkshakes, talked for hours on end”

“Sounds like a drag” Cheryl huffs

“Ignore her keep going. Did you kiss?”

“Maybe. He was sweet though. Made me feel safe you know”

“So have you got his number?”

“Yes, but since we probably won’t ever see each other again we called it off at the end of summer. Those summer night were some of the best I’ve ever had. Just wish I could see him again”

“He sounded wonderful YN” Betty says giving me a sad smile

“Sounds like Sweet Pea” Cheryl mutters crossing her arms

“Did you just say Sweet Pea?” my eyes widen hearing his name

“Yeah why?”

“Is he the guy?” Josie gasps.

Toni and the other girls drag me to a student lounge where there’s a bunch of guys wearing the same leather jacket, but also a group of guys wearing a different jacket

“Well speaking of the devil” Cheryl says

“What did I tell ya. They’re always chasing me”

“Not you Reggie. Him” Cheryl rolls her eyes then points behind the guy Reggie

“Sweet Pea we’ve got a surprise for you” Toni says. That’s when he turns around and I’m pushed towards him

“Sweet Pea”

“YN!” he yells with a smile on his face he takes my hands in his making me smile wide “what are you doing here?”

“I go to school here now”

“This is…” someone clears their voice behind Sweet Pea making him stand up quickly “that’s erm, that’s cool. Guess I’ll see you round”

“Who’s this?” Reggie smirks looking at me up and down

“No one. Let’s bounce” with that they all walk out making me frown. I look back at Betty

“I don’t understand, he was so nice this summer”

“I’m sorry YN. Sweet Pea is a law on to himself” Veronica says putting an arm around me

“Hey why don’t you come over to my place tonight. Just us girls” Betty suggests

“Sure. I’ll have to ask my mum and dad but I’m sure they’ll be fine with it”

“Forget about Sweet Pea he’s nothing but player” Toni tells me. The bell rings signalling us to head to class “who have you got now?”

“Errm…” I take out my schedule “Mr Tommy”

“I’ll walk you there” Betty says linking her arm with mine. We arrive outside of the English room “hey Kev this is YN, she’s new. Can you look after her in class and walk her to her next lesson after?”

“Sure. Hi YN it’s nice to meet you”

“You too. Thank you Betty. I’ll see you later” I give Betty a little wave and walk into class with Kevin. We sit down next to each other

“So I heard you and Sweet Pea had a fling over the summer”

“Wow news sure travels fast around here” I sigh

“My boyfriend is his best friend, that’s how I know. Look, Sweet Pea has an image, but deep down he is a good guy”

“If you said that over the summer I think I would have agreed with you. But seems like he’s not who he said he was” Mr Tommy enters the room and our lesson starts.

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

I needed a place to write and this story has been running up the storage on my phone.

Dom X Reader

Friends to Lovers

WWE mixed with real life

All fanfic, I don’t own WWE characters, etc.

Tons of Smut Chapter One | Where it all started…

I had known Dom since I was fourteen, attending the same Catholic school and wearing the same navy blue uniforms that felt too stiff to relax in.

I had been living with his family since it mattered and dating their son was not an option. No matter how much I wanted to.

We were both seventeen when I finally asked Dom to be my first. I didn’t want anyone else and I wanted to get it over with. Nothing about your first time is supposed to be heavenly. They scared us with pain and bleeding as women in health class enough to make anyone dread the first time. And who better than my best friend? 

Dom was eating Cheetos and bothering his mom cooking in the kitchen when I strolled up. 

Texting Dom even though I was right next to him was how we communicated without speaking a lot. A go to for us.

Me: Will you take my virginity?

I had no idea if Dom was a virgin still. He was attractive, wealthy, famous dad, and everything girls chased.

Dom: Are you serious?

Me: Yeah. Who else? I want to get it over with.

Dom had already properly stolen my first kiss and I was more than grateful. Drinking, smoking, every first a teen could have Dom was there for. He was my best friend but he was also a guy and living with him didn’t help those pesky hormones. 

Me: Aren’t you horny?

Dom: I’m a fucking guy and you live here. No relief, mi amore. Are you sure? Can’t take it back.

Me: Yes, I can’t take it anymore. I’m pretty sure your parents can hear my vibrator at night.

Dom: Fuck. That’s not helping.

I touched his leg and made an apologetic face while he winced with his head down. It wasn’t a secret we were attracted to each other. Even his parents made jokes about us spending time together or flirting.

Getting up Dom clasped onto my arm, stopping me, “tonight.”

We had kissed at parties, in his bedroom, even in the shared bathroom but nothing crazy. We hadn’t made out the way you see in movies. 

“Can you come with me? Right now. I need your help.”

Dom said something in Spanish to his mom before he followed behind me up stairs. Their house was lavish, big but modest somehow at the same time. Climbing the stairs he kept asking me what was going on when I kept shutting him up until we were behind doors.

Pushing him into his room I closed the door behind us. “We haven’t even made out yet. I don’t wanna skip anything.” I stood by the door watching Dom trying to calculate anything I was saying. Pulling the hoodie over my head and exposing my red bralette immediately made my nipples hard knowing he was about to look.

“Wait, hermosa. We can’t just rush into this. I don’t even know if I can make out with you and not wanna do more.” He sat on the edge of his bed holding his face in his hands and his elbows digging into his knees. “Okay, so we do more.”

Walking over to him I pushed him back, standing between his legs. “Do you not want to? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He sat back looking down at his crotch in his gym shorts. “Does it look like I don’t want to? I want to. I don’t want you to regret it. Regret me.”

Pushing Dominik back until he was flat against the bed I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands finally reached out and touched my legs but I could still feel the conflict brewing inside him. 

“Dom, just kiss me already.”

Siting up right his lips snipped at mine and his eyes locked into mine. We both pulled away enough to look at each other. Every nerve in me flared up and suddenly I was aware of my body, arching my back in his hands.

“You don’t have to try, mi armor. You’re already everything…” his hands traced up my sides, fingertips tickling the seam of my bralette. “I’m the lucky one here.”

Those hormones were waging a war between my thighs when I felt how hard he was under me. I wanted to give him all of me but every part of me relied on logic.

No one finds forever at seventeen.

“Are you virgin still?” I asked as he kissed my neck and his thumbs teased my hard nipples.

Smiling against my skin I bit down on my lip trying to hide every emotion. “I haven’t babe. It would be a lot easier right now if I had.”

“You can touch me, Dom.” My voice scratched the surface of a whisper.

Slowly his hands moved to cup my breasts, letting his fingers dig into me enough to make me jump. Immediately he stated apologizing, “I’m sorry, too hard.”

“No, no. It feels really good.”

“My mom is downstairs. We can’t be loud.”

“Just kiss me, Dominik,” I begged him to shut me up. 

Rolling over, he pushed me down, his legs under my thighs and my pussy so wet it was uncomfortable. “Oh my god.”

Our mouths were hungry, nipping and biting between kisses, our tongues wrestling every time our lips parted. Everything felt too good to be true. 

His hands pinned down my wrists when he pulled away. “Fuck. I -“ he couldn’t even say it. I knew he needed me to touch him too.

My hand snaked down between us and I smoothed over his erection when it jerked against me. Kissing his jaw and neck I felt so turned on it was hard to think straight. 

Lowering down into I felt him rock against my hand. “Fuck. I wanna fuck you. I wanna be inside you.”

His words made my body vibrate even more. “Fuck me, Dom. I want it to be you.”

Tugging my bralette down his mouth closed over my nipple, flicking his tongue over me like a professional. Pushing the waist band on my sweats down I let my hips grind against nothing as Dom tossed them behind him. 

“Fuck.” Something followed in his native tongue and I felt myself melt against the mattress.

“What does that mean?”

“You’re turning me on so damn much. Let me taste you baby.” He whispered his words as he slide down the bed. Opening my legs enough to look at me before he kissed down my legs. Pausing before his mouth collided with my pussy.

I felt his tongue lick my folds, pushing inside me, brushing my clit. I tried my hardest not to moan out loud but I couldn’t help it when it tumbled from my lips. Dom’s hand reached up my body covering my mouth while he licked. 

I was soaked, a mess, when I begged him to fuck me. “I can’t take anymore, please, Dom.”

Kneeling up right he pushed down his shorts finally letting me see him. He sprung out hard and angry like. All I wanted to do was touch him and give him relief but I waited. 

Dom’s hand closed around himself before dragging down his length as I gasped at his movements. “Jesus, Dom. You’re huge.”

“Just wait until you feel me baby. Tell me you’re on birth control.” Pulling him down to me I shook my head before kissing him.

We made out until we couldn’t take it anymore. Dom guided himself inside me and I forced myself to be quiet while every part of me stretched for him.

“Oh my god, mi amor. You feel too good. I’m gonna come too quick.” He said those words but I had already came so many times I contemplated how I was going to walk after.

He started thrusting himself inside me, pounding between my legs and trying to chase our moans away with kissing.

Twisting over he said, “Ride me baby. I wanna see you on top, Mami.”

Straddling him again I repositioned myself and shook as I felt him deeper inside me. I nearly came right then when his hands roamed my body so gently. Landing on my hips he guided me forward, swaying and grinding on top of him. 

Neither of us heard anyone coming, not the doorknob or his mom’s voice shout out before she opened the door in her own house. “Dominik, dinner is ready.”

All we heard was the gasp from the door way when Dom flipped us over working his hips slower, painfully slow. “Mami! Por favor!” 

Trying to hide under him I felt mortified. His family took me in, Dom was my best friend. They were going to blame and hate me now.

His mom immediately left, panicked and embarrassed as us I can only assume. “Hey, ignore that. It’s just us. It’s just me.”

Twisting my legs around him I felt my hips begs for more. “I need this, Dom. Every muscle, every smile, it’s torture living with you and not touching you. I touch myself every night just to keep sane but your family took me in. I can’t betray them. It’s just our virginities.”

“Betray them, hermosa. My family has nothing to do with this. You wouldn’t feel this good if it was wrong.”

Kissing me again I tried to push away the negative thoughts when my body was ready to orgasm again. Only this time was around Dom’s cock inside me. Grasping his biceps I felt my body tumble off a cliff. “Dominik, Dom.” I pleaded but for nothing. We gave each other everything tonight. I risked so much and yet none of him left a bad taste in my mouth.

We laid there for a while in silence, Dom still on top of me and kissing my face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“I’m okay. Sore but okay.” 

We would have laid there forever but his father’s fist pounded on the door. It was unmistakable, he was stern with us, me included but for reason. We were pushing the boundaries and they trusted us. They trusted me to act like a daughter or perfect house guest not the girl fucking their son.

Scrambling to his feet he yanked on his shorts again and I wrapped the sheet around me. I fled to the shared bathroom and closed the door behind me. Quickly turning on the shower I jumped in before it was hot. Anything to avoid their disappointment. His family raise me since I was fifth-teen, I didn’t want to loose them.

Every touch ran through my mind while I tried to hear Rey scolding Dom. “What are thinking? With your mom right down stairs? Mija, we took her in because she needed familia, not so she could be your friends with benefits.”

“Are you serious right now? You know how I feel. She’s not here to take my virginity and piss you off. We wanted to be each other’s first. That’s special.” Dom’s voice was steady and it was unnerving.

“She can’t live here and you two be sexually active. That’s final.”

“That’s so unfair! How was I supposed to know I would fall in love with her?”

“Dominik, listen to me. You’re a teenager. You are going to find your one at this age.” He was right. I twisted the knob to full blast before I actually showered off my first time. I had to break his heart to keep them as family. We would get over it one day. I knew it.

Getting ready I came down stairs like nothing happened. “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna skip dinner but leave the dishes. I’ll do them when I get back. Blaine asked me out.” I said everything while looking at the floor. Dom’s heart was breaking right in front of me. 

Dom stood up from the table. “Are you fucking serious? After what we just did?”

“Dom. We can talk later, okay?” I pleaded him with my soft voice to drop it. Not in front of his family but I knew better. Dom could be a dog with a bone when he wanted to be.

Swiftly moving around the table he followed me out the front door where my date was picking me up. It was all for show, I had no interest in Blaine but I needed him to understand that we couldn’t cross those lines again. Not anymore. He would forgive me later.

Blaine wasn’t at the end of the driveway the way I planned when Dom grabbed my arm and yanked me back. “What are you doing? We just had sex and now you’re going on a date?”

“I said get it over with. I never agreed to dating or anything else.” It hurt to say.

“Bullshit. I can fucking tell by every goddamn moan that came out of your mouth.” He practically spit the words in my face. We were standing so close I could feel the anger come off him. “Don’t do this. Don’t give me some bullshit about first. We both know what happened in there wasn’t fucking firsts.”

Blaine pulled up in his expensive car just at the right time when I managed to escape Dom’s grip. 

Later that night I came home and cleaned the entire kitchen when his dad came breezing in. “You don’t have to avoid us. I’m not kicking you out. Dom might have other feelings tho. I understand why you did what you did. It’s okay, mija. You’re family now. You don’t have to choose between us and Dominik.”

That was the last time we spoke of it and the start of a five month Cold War before Dom and I made up. 

I even contemplated crawling back to my family but just like my life up that point - nothing went as planned. I had missed my period by two months and I panicked. The only person I had to go to was Dom’s mom who knew I had deflowered her son.

At first she was furious but then she finally came around. She didn’t agree with my termination but I knew being a teenage mom to a boy I couldn’t even admit to loving wasn’t going to be my story.

Dom’s parents agreed to keep it secret from their son until I made the decision to come clean to him. I planned on dying with that secret. 

He was destined for greatness, following in his father’s footsteps while I was practically an orphan. I had no plans and no direction. 

When Dom finally came around it was to tell me he was moving to Florida for training camp and it devastated me just as much as I had done to him. “Dad said it would be a good idea to have someone I knew and trusted by my side. He already got us a condo in Miami. You in?”

I jumped at the invitation, I wanted my best friend back. That was all I wanted actually.

“I’m in. When do we leave?”

Chapter Two coming…

#smut #dom mysterio #wwe fanfiction #fanfiction #wwe #Dom mysterio smut #dom mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio #fanfic #Dominik mysterio smut #wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe x oc #wwe x y/n

[iamyoursonly]

In another life (04/01/2023)

guys if this is poorly written please don’t come at me… i just wanted to write something during my exam and it turned out to be this and i actually liked it so i had to share the joy >:) so enjoy? Also it’s in his pov ;)

Maybe in another life, we could be together. Because in this, you and I are just friends.

Soulmates, is that what they call people that are destined to be together no matter what? I believed that you and I were. Since our bond were inseparable no matter our distance; no matter when we see each other; no matter who we fall in love with… But then when I finally thought I really had a chance with you, to love you forever and be with you, you fell in love with another man. That man is not good news according to me, but you didn’t listen to me. You married him and moved away, leaving me alone with my poor heart broken — because I fell in love with you.

Heart shattering, cracking and breaking up. You can hear the piece of my heart trying to reconnect with each other but failing, one after another did it continue to crack. Everywhere I see reminded me of you, first it was the good memories, then it was a good old reality check. Sometimes I wish I could just change reality and stop all this nonsense that’s going on, because he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than him. But guess love really makes people blind.

Why would you leave for another man though? Why did you not listen to me? Thought our promises were real and we’d be ‘for lifers’ forever? Were you lying all along? All the ‘move in together’ and the trips and the gatherings never happened. For what? For you to play with my feelings? I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed by now that I have had feelings for you since eternity.

You invited me to your wedding, in Germany. I took a flight as fast as I could to attend and tears rolled down my eyes when I saw you walk down the aisle. The tears weren’t happy though, they were showing how sad I was that you weren’t mine. But I was so desperate to be yours, to be your groom. Because he doesn’t know you as well as I do, and I’m the one for you! Your soulmate!

Did you not notice every time I stole glances at you back in high school? When you caught me, you’d just smile and continue concentrating in class. I tried to believe that you may be in love with me and all this was just a prank, but you were already a married woman. I miss these moments, our hangouts, our story time, our daily check-in session, our daily bickering and most importantly — you.

Turning back, the time we had together wasn’t a lot, but it warmed up my heart no matter how cold my hands and feet were. Every conversation had engraved into my soul, and each time I remember them, I smile. No matter how old we’re turning separately, my heart was always for you.

I got married at 35, about ten years after you did. Because I tried to move on from you. My wife, she’s a famous runway model, actress and song writer, and makes more money than I could ever make my whole life. Did I win the lottery just because I happened to successfully ask for her hand in marriage? No. I never won. Because the price I’ve always wanted was you.

I invited you to my wedding, it was in Germany just like yours. And you were sitting on the front row with your husband and two of your children — they looked just like you. And you looked beautiful in that formal dress you wore, it really did show off your curves and how beautiful you actually were. You gave me your best blessings and wished us the best, and it took everything to not burst out in tears and put you in my embrace.

“Hey, congratulations on marrying such a successful queen.” You told me. And I could just fake a smile. You, I wanted you instead.

“Thanks! She’s amazing isn’t she.”

“She is!”

I hoped you’d feel a little bit sad about me getting married to another woman that’s not you, but you didn’t look sad at all. Was it because you’re trying to be happy for me? Or was I simply being delusional. I think the possibility of the second option happening is higher…

Sometimes in the depths of my heart, emotions swirl like a tempestuous storm, and tears cascade down my cheeks, their silent rhythm echoing the ache within. It is a bittersweet symphony that plays within me, for while my heart longs to embrace the one I desire, the realization of my own marital commitment casts a shadow upon my dreams. My wife would find me crying in my sleep and try her best to comfort me, I tried to cry it all into her arms but guess the feeling wasn’t the same when you comforted me.

“Love is the most twisted curse of all.” I’d tell all my students, because from my experience. It didn’t really go well. When it does, congratulations, you have won in life. But when it doesn’t, you’d just be forever indulging in this mess.

I wish to hear you calling my name everyday and that you were around me forever. Like when I call out to you, you’d respond immediately. Maybe in my dreams I could close my eyes and start to envision our next life together. Two children, one that resembles me and the other resembles you. And we’re living somewhere far away, so that we can finally enjoy the peace and quietness you liked. You’d call out ‘Satoru, Satoru’ when you needed me, and we could own a farm! Live on the bare necessities but be as happy as we could be. I couldn’t help but hide my smile as I think about this.

As of right now, I wish you were in my embrace instead of this bouquet of white roses. When I put them down on your grave, I could only pray that the next time we get old, we have to do it together. In another life, when I could finally call you my wife.

masterlist

#jujutsu kaisen #drabble #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo and you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #hehe #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #my love #GOJO POV

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 15

anakin x reader

a/n: Ik its not how u spell Ahsoka’s name but I made her nickname from the reader “Ash”. Alsooo were heading into the shallow waters of angst territory hehehe, thank you all for reading :)

You get some heavy news off of your chest…

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, emetophobia, pregnancy test

_______________________________

Ahsoka’s team came back into town with a very warm welcome. Your college threw a huge celebration for winning nationals; the band, balloons, confetti, the works.

Of course you were as close to the front as you could be to greet a smiling Ahsoka as she exited the bus. You squealed and hugged her tightly as you showered her with praise and congratulations. 

“Aww thanks y/n!! But i couldn’t have done it without the whole team” she beamed as the rest of her fellow teammates filed off of the bus. 

You smiled and stuck around to congratulate other members you knew through other clubs or classes you had with them. 

After a few hours of celebration, the sun began to set and the organized extravaganza died down… but not the unofficial celebration.

Just like on the night of the win, everyone was going out tonight; bars, clubs, restaurants…everything was packed.

You debated going out, to be honest you didn’t really want to, you were pretty tired. But if Ahsoka wanted to party, you’d accompany her. 

Luckily for you, Ahsoka was also physically exhausted, so she didn’t want to go to the club and dance. Instead she suggested the two of you go out for a chill night and hit up one of the fancy hotel bars downtown. 

“I know it hasn’t been long, but I wanna catch up and hear all about your week! So we should go to the Benton!” she smiled. 

Once the two of you had become tired of the clubs last semester, Ahsoka started taking you to this really expensive hotel’s bar that she’d frequent when she wanted a relaxing night; the staff never questioned why you were there, all they cared about was that you behaved yourself and dressed semi-formally. 

So tonight you were going to get dressed up and parade your asses around the Benton as if you had that type of money. 

What better way to celebrate a national victory than with some class.

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“Two Mules sir!” Ahsoka excitedly shouted at the bartender.

“Comin’ right up Ash!” the man, whom you had become familiar with after many girls nights at this bar, said.

“Oh wait! Actually just one” you butted in, knowing one of those drinks was supposed to be for you.

“What?! Y/N, you're not gonna drink with me? It's a celebration!” she joked lightly. 

“I can’t drink right now,” you admitted.

“Ohh, did you yak last time or something?” she asked as the bartender slid her the chilled copper mug.

You debated lying to her, but you did need to tell her sometime… So you motioned for her to lean in closer and whispered-

“Ash, I’m pregnant”

Her eyes widened and her jaw physically dropped. 

“WHAT?!” she exclaimed loudly, before apologizing to the surrounding attendants, then turning back to whisper to you, “what?!”

You sighed and nodded sadly.

“When I asked if you were pregnant the other week, I was joking….. Are you sure-sure? Like really sure you are?” she asked.

“I’ve gone through a box of tests, Ash” 

She took a swig of her drink and placed it back onto the bar, “Fuck y/n…. How do you feel about it?”.

“I’m not sure how to feel… I’m scared but also I don’t even know what to do” you responded. 

“Does the father kno-”

You shook your head. 

Her face hardened and she drew her lips into a thin line, “Are you gonna tell him?”.

“I need to… I feel like his opinion matters in this situation, but im so scared Ash- like I’ve been losing sleep over it”

Her brows knitted together and she bit her lip before speaking. 

“I really wish I could help you more…” She said sadly, you could tell she genuinely was sorry by the way her eyes seemed to somber.

“But I want you to know that i'll always be here for you; I’ll be here to help you through this until I have to leave for my job in the fall”

You smiled and enveloped your friend in a warm embrace, “Thanks Ahsoka… it really means the world”.

“I’ve got your back” she said. returning the hug.

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Your conversation with Ahsoka actually calmed you down for a while- just getting that news off of your chest really helped. At the time you didn’t realize it, but Ahsoka was the first person you told the news to.

A few more days went by and you stayed at Anakins for the most part because your roommate wanted to get in all the time she could with her boyfriend on campus before they had to go home for the summer.

Even though neither of you admitted it or said anything, you could feel that something was off. You knew why you were holding back, but you couldn’t exactly tell what was going through his mind. 

You sat on Anakin’s couch and he joined you shortly with a cup of soda in his hand. Usually he’d have an evening beer around this time, but for the past couple of weeks he has been working on sobriety.

Though his alcoholism wasn’t rampant as of now, he wanted to work of weening himself off of the bottle, just incase.

Alcoholism was a struggle that wouldn’t magically go away no matter how much he tried, but he wanted to show that he was at-least making an effort.

When you noticed he hadn’t been drinking he told you, “I wanna try to lay off it. Plus I gotta keep up with my healthy and pretty girlfriend”.

His commitment to sobriety was another factor that kept you from telling him about the pregnancy… what if the news set him back? How would you deal with being the catalyst that set him off?

Now, the two of you sat on the couch listening to music and enjoying eachothers company. In times like these you wished you didn’t have to tell him.

“What’s on your mind princess?” he asked you when you unknowingly stared into space for a little too long. 

“Nothing, I’ve just been feeling odd lately” you said, hoping to reassure him. 

Another beat of silence filled the space between you two before he spoke again. 

“Are you satisfied?…With me, I mean.” he asked, almost timidly. 

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously, what was he even talking about?

You loved him.

He looked away for a moment and set his soda down, “I dunno… nevermind”.

“No, no Anakin, What do you mean? I want to know because I never want you to feel like I’m not happy with you” you explained, hoping to coax his reasons out. 

“I just… Sometimes I don’t understand…”

You drew your brows together in concern; he was rarely this vulnerable with you.

He sighed, “You’re young, smart, talented, and beautiful, don’t you ever want someone more like you? I just don’t want you to feel trapped with me…”

“...out of pity, or something” he added. 

“Ani, you are like me. You’re complex, sensitive, caring, and are more handsome than I am beautiful. And I do not feel trapped with you- I love you so deeply and can only hope you feel the same for me.” 

He blinked a few times before  a small smile settled onto his face, “alright… that means alot y/n. Thank you”.

“Of course, my love. If you ever need to tell me anything, I am always here to listen and work it out with you… I will be by your side helping you with any problem that comes up-” as you spoke, you realized you were taking his insecurities and projecting how you wanted him to react to the baby news. 

You wanted him to accept it and stick with you out of pure adoration and love for you. It wasn’t that much to ask, was it?

“And I hope you would do the same for me” you added as you enveloped your lover into a warm embrace. 

“I would. You’re probably one, if not the- most important person in my life”. 

His words reassured you, he did love you! And of course he’d be there for you, he was your kindhearted boyfriend.

You could probably muster up the courage to tell him, tonight. 

“You’re not the reason I’ve been acting off either” you admitted, scooching back to the other side of the couch. 

“Then what’s on your mind, Sweetheart?” he looked at you confused as he awaited your confession. 

You took a deep breath, he was a grown adult who would be able to handle this maturely…. Here goes nothing. 

“Anakin, I’m pregnant”

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[the-delta-42]

Headache

Headache

Marinette rubbed her eyes as a familiar searing pain appeared behind her eyes. She let out a quiet groan, straining her ears to hear what Ms. Mendeleiev was saying.

“Is there something you’d like to add, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?” Asked Mendeleiev, glaring at Marinette.

“No, professeur, I’ve got a headache, I’m sorry for interrupting.” Responded Marinette, as she felt another stab of pain.

“That’s the fifth headache this week,” Noted Mendeleiev, glancing around the classroom, “Bourgeois, take her to the nurse.”

“What?” Demanded Chloé, staring at the teacher.

“Now.”

Chloé scowled, as Marinette got out of her seat and stumbled slightly. Chloé grabbed Marinette’s arm and practically dragged her to the nurse’s office. Marinette’s headache to taking up most of her attention, so she didn’t argue with Chloé during the trip.

The nurse looked up from her computer and spotted Chloé and Marinette, “Can I help?”

“Dupain-Cheng’s had a headache for the past week.” Said Chloé, before turning on her heel and leaving the office.

“So, this headache,” Said the Nurse, after a moment, “have you been having any other pains alongside it?”

“I’ve been having some issues with my eyes, and I’ve felt dizzy and sick at times.” Said Marinette, wincing with her eyes closed, “I’ve been taking some pain killers, but those haven’t touched it.”

The nurse hummed, before looking at Marinette, “What did your doctor say?”

“He said it’ll pass in a few days.” Responded Marinette, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Do you require glasses?” Questioned the Nurse, typing on her computer.

“I haven’t checked.”

“When you said your doctor told you it’d pass in a few days,” Asked the Nurse, “when did he say that?”

“About a month ago, so in January.”

The Nurse stopped and looked at her, “Marinette, we’re in May.”

H

“And you’ve had this headache for five months?” Asked Dr. Bateman, looking at her computer screen, “And you’ve also been feeling dizzy and nauseous?”

“Yeah.” Replied Marinette, as her mother sat next to her.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” Interrupted Sabine, looking between Marinette and Dr. Bateman, “Dr. Marsille didn’t ask any questions.”

“I think the migraines, nausea and dizziness are symptoms of another issue.” Confessed Bateman, looking at the mother and daughter, “I’m going to schedule an MRI, just to make sure it isn’t anything to be worried about.”

Sabine and Marinette left the doctors surgery with more questions than answers, and, in Sabine’s case, a quiet voice suggesting everything that could be wrong.

H

Alya chewed on the end of her pen, Lila, while her stories had been interesting at first, was droning on and on about some charity gig she went to with Clara Nightingale or some other popstar. Marinette had left half-way through science to attend a doctors appointment, so Alya was left to deal with the headache that the class often called ‘big boss in charge headache’. Thank you very much Kim, for that oh so wonderful name.

Speaking of Kim, Alya glanced to the side and saw him making spit balls with Alix, each choosing another member of the class at random. Alya groaned as Chloé squawked as a spit ball hit the back of her neck.

When was Mari going to get back?

-

-

“Okay,” Said an orderly, as Marinette was loaded into the MRI machine, “try not to move, so any scans we take are as clear as possible. And, don’t be afraid, it’s going to be loud, but you’ll be quite safe.”

Marinette nodded, feeling terrified, she taken the earrings off and left them with Tikki in her purse. She took a deep breath, before the procedure started.

-

-

“Okay, so,” Said Dr. Bateman, “This is Marinette’s brain, the different areas, like the hippocampus and brain stem. Now, we discovered a mass in your temporal lobe. We believe it’s the source of your headaches, and other symptoms.”

“Is, is it dangerous?” Asked Sabine, as Marinette just stared at the scan.

“We don’t know, we might start preparations for surgery, if that’s what you’d like.” Answered Bateman, as Marinette chewed her bottom lip.

“I-it’s nothing dangerous, right?” Asked Marinette, looking at Bateman.

“Until we do an angiogram, we can’t tell for sure.”

H

A couple weeks and one angiogram later, Marinette sat across Doctor Bateman, with her mother next to her.

“I’ll be honest, finding two abnormal aneurysms was a surprise.” Admitted Doctor Bateman, “We can schedule surgery and have them removed, if you’d like to. There have been people who have had aneurysms that have live long and healthy lives.”

“But…”

“But that number is few.”

Marinette tried to keep herself calm, thinking on the treatment for the aneurysms, “W-when can we have the surgery?”

H

“Okay, we have the tickets bought and the hotel paid for,” Said Bustier, looking over the list, “almost everyone in my class has paid the fee and all the paperwork is up to date.”

“Almost everyone?” Questioned Rebecca Chamber, another teacher, with a smirk on her face, “Is it your resident liar, or one of those blond brats?”

Caline sighed, “Okay, first of all, Adrien isn’t a brat, and it’s Marinette who’s not going on the trip. She has an important appointment.”

“Your little goody two shoes?” Scoffed Chamber, “What’s more important than a trip to London?”

“She has a medical issue.” Responded Bustier, “She needs the time to prepare for the procedure, undergo it and recover from it, by the time we get back, she’ll be ready to reattend class.”

“Ooh, she has a procedure?” Said Chamber, haughtily, “What’s going on? Is she having a face lift?”

“She’d having a brain aneurysm removed.” Said D’Argencourt, “Her parents told us and asked that the news be shared with her teachers, including you, Mademoiselle Chamber.”

“Oh, is that what that email was about?”

“Yes.”

H

“Okay, Marinette,” Said Dr. Bates, looking down at her, “we’ve started the anaesthetic. Now, I want you to count backwards from ten, can you do that for me?”

Marinette gave a small nod.

‘Ten.’

‘Nine.’

‘Eight.’

Marinette didn’t reach seven.

H

When Marinette opened her eyes, she was in a different room. Giving out a small whine as she looked around, before spotting an orderly.

“Hiiii.” Slurred Marinette, giving the orderly a dopey smile.

“Hi.”

“I have a secret.”

“Really?” Answered the orderly, looking at Marinette’s chart.

“’m Ladybug.”

“No way.”

“But it’s a secret.”

The orderly silently nodded, as Marinette rolled onto her side and went to sleep.

“Another Ladybug?” Asked a nurse, getting a nod from the Orderly.

“It’s nice that kids these days have someone positive to look up to.” Commented the Nurse, as they started to wheel Marinette to the discharge ward.

H

Marinette looked around the room she was in, her parents were sitting in the chairs next to her bed and she was scribbling in her sketchbook. A knock alerted them to doctor Bates entering the room, frowning at a scan done after the surgery.

“Is everything alight?” Asked Sabine, making Bates look at them.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Said Dr. Bates, turning the scan so they could see it, “There appears to have been a mistake, there was only one aneurysm.”

“B-but the scan showed two.” Said Marinette, feeling a chill run down her back.

“We think there might be an issue with the machine,” Confessed Bates, “I was confused when we only found one. It might’ve been large enough to be confused as two, but we’ll schedule an appointment for another scan a few weeks from now.”

H

Marinette rubbed her eyes, squinting at the front of the class, absently rubbing her head. The follow-up scan didn’t show any more abnormal masses and, after a quick chat with Tikki and Alya, Marinette had decided to bring Chat into her secret.

“You okay, girl?” Asked Alya, quietly, jerking Marinette out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, the board’s really fuzzy today, isn’t it?” Responded Marinette, before freezing, “Merde.”

“What?”

“I have an eye test in ten minutes.”

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[greynatomy]

Reminisce

Emily Sonnet x Fem!Reader

Sorry this took so long. I couldn't put my thoughts into words lol. I also find ending fics really difficult so it might be a bit of an eh. Second part to WHAT?! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

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“…How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

8 years ago

It’s your freshman year in the University of Virginia. Freshman orientations were tomorrow and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. None of your friends from high school would be attending the same university as you and didn’t keep in touch over the summer so it’s was a little nerve-racking to basically start a new life. That would be tomorrow’s problem.

~~~

Sitting near the back of the auditorium, you made yourself comfortable while waiting for the orientation to start. Looking around, everyone was with their friends, catching up, making a very loud auditorium.

“Is anyone sitting here?” You turn to your left to see a blonde girl wearing some athletic wear with a snapback on her head.

“Uh, no, feel free to use it.”

“Thanks.”

After some introductions, they split everyone off into smaller groups with other people to learn more about your specific majors.  You just so happen to be in the same group as the girl that sat next to you.

“Guess you’re still stuck with me a bit more.”

“Guess so.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m Emily. It’s so very good to meet you.”

You just give her a small smile back. The whole tour, Emily would not stop making comments or jokes and that annoyed you so much, but somehow, you were intrigued with her. So, when the tour was over you said your goodbyes and quickly dashed to your apartment. 

You didn’t see her all that much the rest of the summer which was for a month. First day of school came around and you saw her again in your 10am class.

You were sitting at a seat towards the back of the classroom when you see someone walk towards your direction from the corner of your eye.

“Is anyone sitting here— hey it’s you from orientation.” 

“Hi and no you can sit there if you want.”

She turns to you after sitting down. “It’s so funny that we keep running into each other. Are you stalking me or something?”

“Maybe you’re the one stalking me, always getting to places after me and asking to sit next to me?”

“Huh, you’re right. Maybe we’re just meant to be.”

“Shut up.” You said, looking away, not wanting Emily to see your blushing cheeks.

After class, you quickly pack up all your stuff and head out the door. You hear someone running towards your direction, but think nothing of it as many people seem to be rushing, until you feel a hand on your shoulder. About to tell this person off, you realize who it was, you guessed it, it was Emily. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Emily.”

“Um, so, I wanted to ask you something and don’t feel like you have to agree l, but would you like to have lunch together?”

That question was not what you expected her to ask.

“Lunch?”

“Yeah? Don’t feel pressured to say yes or something. I-I just—”

“Sure.”

“Oh. That’s alri— wait! Sure?” Emily’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“Yeah, we can get lunch.”

“Cool, cool. Um, can I get your number so we can figure out where and when we’ll meet and stuff?” You take her phone and put in your number. She grabs it back and texts the number real quick. You hear a notification on your phone. “I gotta make sure that it was your number. Well I will catch you later. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Emily.”

After getting lunch together, you and Emily have practically became inseparable. You both started to hang out more, go to college parties together, and you went to watch her games even though you knew nothing about soccer. You became her number one fan.

Towards the end of freshman year, you and Emily had lunch and is now walking around campus. She goes to sit under a tree and lays out her jacket on the grass next to her telling you to sit. She’s always been a big gentlewoman. Once you’re seated next to her, she grabs your closest hand.

“Uh, so, I don’t really know how to start this, but I just really wanna get it out of my chest.” She started to fidget and play with your fingers, you finding it cute how she’s nervous. “I like you. I-I really really like you. You’ve got me hooked the second I asked to sit next to you during freshman orientation and I liked to think that all the times we went out were dates and not like friend dates but romantic dates. And I hope you feel the same way as I do cause if you don’t then this is just really really embar—” She stops her rambling when she feels lips placed upon her own.

You kissed her. You were kissing her and she froze, not believing what was happening. When she feels you pulling away, she places her hand on both sides of your face and guides you back to her, kissing back.

“Woah.” It was all that came out of Emily’s mouth once you both pulled away. “Better than I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” You smirked.

“Uh-uh, among other things.”

“What other things.”

“That you were my girlfriend.”

“Hmm. Your girlfriend huh?”

“Could you- would you… be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With that, she grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss you again.

———

“And Sonnet still talks a lot.”

“Shut up.” Emily whined, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. 

“Aww. She’s all shy and blushy.”

“Alright. Alright.” Ashlyn interrupts. “That was cute and all, but this is the real important question. What are your intentions with our dear friend Sonnet?”

“Of course to love and cherish her, like I said in our vows, but to also make sure she buys me all my cravings for the next couple of months.”

“Good. Good.”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Emily shouts, standing up from her seat.

“Shh. Too loud babe.”

“Sorry. But you’re pregnant?” She whisper-yells. You nod. “Oh my god! Finally!” She kisses you.

You guys have been trying for a couple months to get pregnant and it finally happened. This was all Emily wanted the very first time she laid eyes on you. She finally has it.

*****

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[just-dino-maggie]

"What the hell were you thinking?" "In all honesty, I'm not sure." With Cole Caufield please!

I love this prompt! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

Cole Caufield can only be described in one word, frustrating. We attend Northville High school together in Michigan. He’s part of the popular group of athletes. The USNTDP boys are a tight group, all the guys want to be friends with them and all the girls want to be with them.

I don’t blame anyone for wanting that. They are attractive and fun. Being apart of the coolest group at Northville would probably feel amazing for most people. For me, well I’m just trying to get through school.

High school isn’t my end-all be-all. It’s a stepping stone to get to college. The person who loves to get in the way of my plans is Cole Caufield. We are always in the same classes and for some reason he loves to sit next to me and bug me.

Today in English our teacher announced our end of the year project. It’s worth 20 percent of our grade so I need to do well. It’s a partner project and I’ve already decided that I want to do with my friend Amber who is acing the class.

In order to pick our partners we have to go up to the teacher’s desk and tell her who we want to work with. I walk up to the desk and say “I want to work with Amber on the final project.”

She throws me a confused expression, “I already have you marked down as working with Cole. He told me about the partnership last week.”

My eyebrows shoot up, “No I’m not working with Cole, I didn’t even know he chose me for this!”

“I’m sorry Y/n but unless you both agree to switch or there is a genuine issue then I can’t change it.” She looks apologetic, it’s not her fault.

I sigh and give her an awkward smile, “it’s fine I’ll figure it out.” I practically stomp back to my seat. I’m angry but I’m trying to calm myself.

The bell rings signaling the end of class. I grab my things and hurry to catch up with Cole. “Cole, hey can I talk to you?” He turns around. He has a big smile on his face, what a dipshit.

“Yeah Y/n what’s up?”

I take a deep breath, “Why did you pick me for the final project!? What the hell were you thinking?”

"In all honesty, I'm not sure." He replies scratching the back of his neck.

“Well you better start thinking. I know you probably thought you could just have me do all the work but I will make sure you do your half.”

Part of me hopes those words will scare him off but it doesn’t. He just smiles and says, “Okay, sounds good.”

“Put your number in my phone, I’ll text you my address. We can get started this weekend.” I huff shoving my phone into his hands. He types his number in quickly and walks off to his next class. I glance down at my phone and the name Cole :) stares back at me. It makes my face heat up, I’m not sure why.

Over the week we decided on a time for him to come over. Saturday at 11am. On Saturday I get myself ready, I even clean my room for him. Which is weird because I’m not sure if we’ll even be in there but my nervous energy had to go somewhere.

Suddenly it’s Saturday and Cole is late. At around 11:30 I begin to think he’s not showing up. I’m in a pit of my own anxiety because he’s not answering his phone. I’m trying to keep myself calm but it’s hard.

Finally at 11:45 I hear a knock at the door. When I open the door Cole is standing there. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” he says. “My phone died or I would have texted you. Practice ran late.”

“Right, okay.” I mumble. My mind mixing with anger and relief. “We can study in my room.”

He walks up with me and we are sitting on the bed together. We start brainstorming ideas and we are having trouble agreeing on anything. “Are you trying to be difficult? Why did you even choose me as your partner? First you’re late and now this.”

He sighs, “No Y/n, I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m trying to put in my input to make this work. I know you’re really smart but I also have some good ideas. I chose you because you’re really smart and I enjoy being around you. It’s the same reason as why I sit by you in class. Also I’m sorry I was late, it won’t happen again.”

I can’t but blush. It’s stupid how much I crave academic validation and him telling me I’m smart feeds into it. “Thank you Cole. How about we mix my first suggestion with your second. I think it could be really cool.”

We start working as a team instead of two bulls butting heads. It’s almost magic, he’s so much more dedicated and passionate then I thought he was.

After a while I’m starting to get tired of school work. “Do you want to call it quits for the day? We have a great start.”

“Yeah sure,” he replies. “Would you maybe want to hang out sometime? Like without all the school work.”

I smile, “I’m free the rest of the day if you want to watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, yeah let’s do that!”

We sit down next to each other to watch the movie as we’re watching he gets a text from someone asking how it’s going with his ‘literature crush’. I’ve never felt better about a school project.

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[suzitaree]

Love triangle (S. Sallow, G. Weasly x reader)

Sebastian Sallow and Garreth Weasly were both students at Hogwarts. They were known for being two of the most cunning and rebellious students in both of their houses. But their world was about to be turned upside down when they met Y/N, a beautiful and intelligent (your house) student who caught their attention.

At first, they both tried to win Y/N's affection with their wit and charm, but she remained impartial. Y/N enjoyed their company, but she didn't want to be tied down to any particular person. She was more interested in exploring the world and all the wonders it had to offer.

One day, Y/N was walking through the Forbidden Forest, exploring the trees and the creatures that lived within. She was admiring the spiders that had made their webs between the branches when suddenly, she stumbled upon a particularly nasty group of arachnids. They had surrounded her and were preparing to attack.

There were to many spiders and Y/N eventually got stuck in the spiderwebs. Just as Y/N was about to be consumed by the spiders, Sebastian Sallow appeared hearing the cries for help. He used his wand to summon a powerful blast of fire, which quickly dispersed the spiders and saved Y/N's life.

Sebastian: Are you okay, Y/N? Those spiders were quite vicious.

Y/N: Yes, I'm okay, thanks to you. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Sebastian: It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I was able to help. Are you hurt anywhere?

Y/N: No, I don't think so. I'm just a bit shaken up.

Sebastian: Understandable. That was quite a close call. We should get you back to the castle and make sure you're checked out by Madam Pomfrey.

Y/N: Yes, that's probably a good idea. Thank you again, Sebastian. You really saved my life.

Sebastian: Of course, Y/N. I would do anything to protect you. You're a special person, and I don't want anything to happen to you.

Y/N: (smiling) You're sweet, Sebastian. I appreciate it.

After the incident in the Forbidden Forest, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian. She was amazed by how brave he had been in saving her from the spiders, and she felt a newfound admiration for him. She also started to notice things about him that she hadn't before - like how his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about, or how he always seemed to know just the right thing to say to make her feel better.

Meanwhile, Garreth continued to pursue Y/N, but she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was missing between them. They had great conversations and shared many interests, but Y/N just didn't feel that romantic connection she was looking for.

As the days went by, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Sebastian. They would study together in the library, take walks around the lake, and have long talks about everything and nothing. Y/N felt like she could be herself around Sebastian in a way she couldn't with anyone else.

One day, as they were walking back to the castle after a particularly grueling Potions class, Y/N realized something. She had feelings for Sebastian - real, honest-to-goodness feelings that she couldn't ignore anymore.

"Sebastian," she said, stopping him in his tracks. "I need to tell you something."

Sebastian turned to her, his eyes curious. "What is it, Y/N?"

"I...I think I'm falling in love with you," Y/N admitted, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Y/N, I think I'm already in love with you."

They both laughed, feeling giddy with happiness and relief. From that moment on, they were inseparable. They went to Hogsmeade together, attended Quidditch matches together, and even worked on a research project together. Y/N knew that she had made the right choice in choosing Sebastian, and she never regretted it for a moment. She was grateful to Garreth for his interest in her, but in the end, it was Sebastian who captured her heart - and she knew she would never let him go.

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it’s yours - haechan imagine

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‘Keep your eyes on the prize’ might as well be your school’s unofficial motto with the amount of times you’ve heard it ever since you started attending here.  Everyone has a competitive side, you get that. And if there’s one person you would say is number one on this category it would be your bestfriend.

“What if you interview one of the team players? It’s the start of the season too. Get to show a bit more of them, I know someone who will gladly do an interview” Giselle suggested

“Who?” Renjun asks, beating you to it

“Haechan”

“How about no” this time you answer, rather quickly.

“It’s a good idea actually, for once you actually contributed something useful to this conversation” Renjun tells Giselle who wasn’t sure whether she should be happy with her friend’s comment but Renjun gives her a playful pat on the head. 

“Uh hello did you hear me? I said no” you said to the two sitting infront of you, seriously considering walking out the room just to prove your point. 

“Why not? It will be good for the school paper, if this one fancies the likes of our audience then the school will extend our funds until next year. That club is the new talk of the campus, go see what the hype is all about ” Renjun tells you, it’s not like you can do anything. He’s the Editor-in-Chief and in charge all in all so you kinda have to do what he says

“Does it really have to be him? Why can’t I interview the other members?”

“One, he’s the most popular member and co-founder. Ask him why he thought about starting an e-gaming team and all that, you know the drill. Two, we know the pull we’ll get when he feature him, audience will want to hear about him or them”

Renjun is right, like he always is but you’re not going down without putting a bit of a fight. “Then you interview him” you rebutted, already knowing what his next words would be. Atleast you tried.

“It’s your job. So no, you can do it. I thought you like him, why are you avoiding him now?” he had you there, you don’t want to look guilty so in the end you just agreed to take the job.

“I’m not, but does it really have to be him?”

“Yes, just think about the logistics of it. We interview Lee Haechan, the whole school will want to read our paper, more fundings for us next semester. Just keep your eyes on the prize”

There it was. The dreaded line. The meeting ended there, Renjun walked to his next class while you go to yours which you shared with Giselle.

“It’ll go okay, stop freaking out over it” Giselle tells you, sensing your worries

“I’m not freaking out, maybe a little bit. You know, Renjun knows how long I’ve liked this guy” you grumbled

“Yea we know all about your crush, why haven’t you talked to him is what baffles me. He’s literally the most extroverted person” Giselle adds, and she is right. 

“We’re all different, he and you are the same. You can be friends with anyone you just met but not me. I overthink”  It’s easy to meet him when you practically have the same circle of friends. At parties there’s a 90% you’ll bump into him, and an even bigger chance at campus. So yes you kinda did fall under the charms of Lee Haechan.

Where do you even begin to describe the character that is Lee Donghyuck?

Haechan to many, Donghyuck to his family. 

Well for starters, if you ever hear laughter in a room there is a 90% chance he’s in there or most times even the center of it. A party is not a party if he isn’t there, a big mood maker. He’s a member of the soccer team, theatre club and the newest addition as of last year, e-gaming club. He even joined the table tennis club with Mark and Jeno on his second year for fun. Not what you will expect but he’s really smart; book and street smart.  He’s the type of person whose presence you just get used to no matter how boisterous he could get. It somehow feels empty whenever he isn’t around.

He’s all A’s across the board.

He’s the star.

In short, what’s not to like?

At first, most of your friends were really wondering how it came about. You were more on the quiet side, likes to keep to yourself and has a very small circle of friends you keep close to you. You’re a listener rather than a talker. It didn’t make sense, but you liked him. 

You like him. 

On the few occasions you’ve talked to him, it was almost impossible to wipe the smile off your face. Either he’s really funny or you just really really like him. Renjun’s bet is on the latter.

When you first attended this university alongside your now bestfriends, you’ve already heard the name Haechan. He is the type of guy who would be friends with everyone on the first day. He has this certain charm no one can resist. 

“It’ll be fine, he’s a cool guy you know. Won’t judge you if you stutter and make a complete idiot of yourself infront of him” Giselle says, trying or more failing at comforting you. 

You’re sure he’ll be his usual dazzling self. What you’re unsure of is if you’ll make it out of the interview alive.  Also this would be the first time you’ll talk to him with more than a hello and hi so you’re not sure if he’s going to be candid with you, what’s the point of doing the feature if he’s not going to be.

“That feature isn’t going to write itself” Giselle tells you from across the table, she said she was going to get some work done and hunted you down until she found you sitting in the library, too lost in your own thoughts.

“I know, I just don’t know where to begin or how to” the cursor on the blank word page is starting to bother you so you turn your attention elsewhere, “tell me about him”

“Huh?” Giselle asks, a bit confused by your request

“Tell me about Lee Haechan, if I can’t start the interview with him then I’ll ask those who are close to him”

“Didn’t Renjun say to interview the guy? not me,,,?”

Rolling your eyes at your friend, you slumped your back on the chair. Already feeling the headache forming. “It’s a new writing style I’m trying out”

She snickers at your poor attempt at making an excuse, but she let’s it slide

“Don’t you know him already? Why ask me?”

“You’re friends, we’re not. We don’t see him in the same light”

“What’s with you and seeing people in different lights?” she asks, instead of answering your question she just shoots one back at you. It’s a phrase you always say, she’s heard many times over she’s sure.

“You don’t really know anyone fully, there’s always a side you don’t show others. There’s sides you choose to show only to a selected group of people. the good, the bad, the dark, the light. It’s never all those”

“And which side are you showing me right now?”

“The one you can handle” shooting her a smile before turning your gaze back on your laptop. 

“I’m sure I can handle it” 

“I know you can, but like what if I make a fool of myself infront of him and say something stupid” You tell Renjun who was giving you a ‘I’m done with this’ look

“Just go with it. I’ve never seen you struggle over an interview ever. And you’ve interviewed Jung Jaehyun, Nakamoto Yuta, you’re making it too obvious you like Haechan” Renjun tells you 

The truth was you made Renjun make the arrangement for the interview since you really can’t bring yourself to approach Haechan first. When Renjun told you he agreed to meet, you’re already 99% sure it’s going to be awkward.

“And if you make a fool of yourself in front of him, then I suggest go start liking somebody else” he manages to tease you, scowling at your friend

“You know, that’s not a very motivational thing to say. You’re not morally supporting me right now”

“Your morals are already askew anyways, even if I gave you a compass that only points North you would still trek the other way” Renjun says then stood up, taking his vanilla latte with him.

“Just do me a favor and don’t embarrass our team” rejun adds, standing up from his seat and taking the latte he ordered for himself

“I would never”

“Hey guys, am I late?” you don’t have to turn around to know who’s speaking behind you. You didn’t notice when he walked in but Renjun sure did. Letting out a laugh under his breath.

“I was just about to go actually, Y/N will be doing the interview with you, I’ll go now she’s all yours” he says before bidding goodbye and exiting the cafe.

“Hi”

“Hi”

After greeting each other there was a pause, like you were waiting for each other to continue but neither said a word. Haechan cleared his throat before speaking up again,

“I guess ask away”

“Right, uhm for legal purposes just know that everything we’ll talk about here would be published on the school paper for everyone to read. We don’t edit out the truth, ever, but please do keep it okay for the general public to read” you tell him, taking out your notebook where you wrote down the questions

“So, first question: why e-gaming?”

“Well I just thought it’s something I’m good at, plus the student council that year was thinking of new clubs to establish for the next school year. And the general public has an interest to it so why not”

“Do you think e-gaming is a distraction to studies in general?”

“No, not if you do it moderately and now how to manage your time. Most of our club members participate in other clubs, including myself. We made a rule that no member is allowed to have any failing marks or else they will be put on the bench until grades are back up again” you write down his words diligently, while Haechan watches you from across the table

“Did you anticipate the attention your club got? Since last year, your team received an ample amount of budget from the board after winning the tournament and taking home the championship trophy for our district”

“Yes and no, we knew people were interested. There’s a whole community online, it’s not like we built from the ground up. We saw the opportunity and grabbed it. No we didn’t expect to make it to the district meet, we used to only play for fun, to relieve our stress from too much studying. The funds we gathered last year were used for expenses whenever we have competitions outside campus, and whatever we win we donate to charity”

“What is it to you? e-gaming?”

“A short escape, stress reliever, bonding time. It’s silly to say but we don’t take it too seriously because that would take the fun out of it, we just do what we do. You know they say in order to master something you have to spend 10,000 hours doing it, but also I think we can only spend so much time on one thing without getting tired of it so I don’t stress too much about it. I just enjoy”

You run through the major events that happened within the club for the past year, asking about the tournaments they joined, the different people they meet, the members of the team and their dynamics within the group.

Surprisingly, the conversation went smoothly unlike what you expected. You ask the questions, Haechan answers. Maybe it’s because you didn’t let it get too quiet between the two of you, ready to jump to the next question once he finishes with the first one. But also because you’re the only one freaking out.

“Okay, that’s it for now. If it’s okay with you, can we get some pictures you have with the team from your last meet or during your practices if you have any” you inform him, finishing your notes

“If I have anything to ask further, I’ll just contact you” looking up to see him intently looking at you

“Are we off the records now?”

“Huh?”

“I mean will this part be also on the article?”

“No, we’re done. Thank you for doing this interview, for the pictures you can just email them to me I guess or Renjun”

Haechan wanted to ask if you wanted to stay and have a chat but you were already putting your stuff away. He heard stories about you from mutual friends, Renjun, Giselle even Jaemin who never speaks to anyone outside of the circle knows you. So he is a bit interested. 

Haechan thinks there’s something endearing about you, maybe the way you’re so confident when it’s in a formal setting, how to deliver the questions eloquently. But the moment it’s done, you’re back to being your shy self. 

He wonders if you’re really that way or is it because of him. 

“Do you have any questions?” you ask him, already you can feel the nervousness creeping through. You didn’t to be too obvious so you hurry. 

“None, if I think of any I’ll just contact you” he answers with a small smile, right then you could already feel the blush blossom on your cheeks

“Yea, thank you again for doing this feature”

Then there it was again, that silence between the two of you. Not a word is being said and yet it was the loudest in your head.

Not being able to stand it any longer, you bid a quick goodbye to him before bolting. Haechan didn’t even get to say his goodbye before you were dashing through the door. 

“It’s actually okay, surprised you did it this fast” Renjun tells you as he reads the rough draft of your feature

“Why’d you say that? I turn things on time” you say defensively, making Renjun chuckle

“I meant talking to him, I thought you were going to bail out of it” he answers,

You wanted to say he’s right. You did want to call it off last minute, reason why you had to call him and make him wait with you at the cafe before the interview. You figured if Renjun was there you’d had no choice but make your self stay. 

The whole time you were sitting across from Haechan, you were having an internal battle. Trying not to look like you’re freaking out, the perfect balance between actively listening to him and nonchalance.

Snapping out of your thoughts, looking beside you to see Renjun already looking at you.

“You okay?” he asks, uou nod your head and smile at your bestfriend.

Casting your feelings aside, you get your head in the game.

Instead of dwelling in your doubts, you focus on your goal for this semester; Finish that feature on the star player, Lee Haechan.

Your attention returning to your laptop screen, the imagine of the whole e-gaming club on your screen. All smiles while they hold the championship trophy from the last tournament they won. You can’t help the way your eyes linger on him longer, smiling at how happy he looked. 

This feelings you have for him is completely one sided and you’re sure you’ll never get the courage nor the chance to confess. So you settle for this, you settle for the formal interviews, casual encounters in the hallways or the quick greetings at parties.

Looking at the picture one last time before clicking save.

“Think of this as that sign you’ve been waiting for” Renjun says, watching you look at your screen like a lovesick puppy. He already have an idea on what you’re looking at but he doesn’t say.

“This is school work”

“I know, you know why I assigned this feature to you even though I knew you were going to freak out and be all shy around him?” he asks, “Because you enjoy seeing me suffer?” you jokingly ask back.

Renjun throws a crumpled piece of paper at you, “Because I was trying to give you an olive branch. I know you just let the rest of the school year passby again without doing anything about your feelings for him, it’s the 21st century it’s okay for a girl to make the first move. That is, if you like him that much”

“Thanks, but I’m good crushing on him from afar”

“Where’s the fun in that? Go out there, enjoy. It’s okay to step outside your bubble every once in a while. And Haechan’s a good guy, noisy most times but he’s better than most guys on campus”

“You think I don’t know that already, it’s why I’ve liked him since freshmen year” you mumbled

“Can you stop being scared for one second, if you really think he’s this great and that he’s worth all of this then go take that risk. You’ll never know unless you try” he tells you, it’s the first time Renjun ever braved to discuss this topic with you and he’s really just stating all the facts.

Even after your conversation with Renjun, his words kept ringing in your head. Knocking some sense into you. Maybe he is right afterall, you need to stop being so scared to step outside your comfort zone and brave it out. 

“You look like your deep in thought” someone spoke from beside you making you look up from the book you were failing to read.

“Can I seat here? All the tables are taken” Haechan says, gesturing to the seat beside yours. Instead of giving him an answer, you move your stuff from the seat to let him occupy it.

“When is the feature going to come out, by the way?” he asks again, attempting to start a small conversation with you.

“By next week, I think. It’s already for approval of the school so yea. I’ll send you a copy when it comes out. Think of it as a simple thank you for doing the interview” you finally managed to speak, even shooting a small smile towards him which he returns. 

“No need to thank me, it’s nothing really. Renjun told me it would be good for your club so I said yes” he tells you before getting his stuff out of his bag

“Thank you” you still tell him. quietly mumbling it before turning your attention back to your book

Unlike that time in the cafe, the silence wasn’t that awkward. Haechan took out his notes and laptop to do his work while you go back to reading. You can hear him hum some random tune under his breath, a habit of his.

Some time passed, you didn’t even notice the other student’s started to leave. Only when Haechan closed his laptop you raised your head to look over at him, “I’m done for the day, you?” he asks

“Yea” you’re actually now two chapters ahead your reading but you didn’t want to get up first to leave. So instead you waited for him to go first but it took longer than you expected, although you didn’t really notice the time pass.

The two of you gathered your things in silence. He even motioned for you to go first, walking just right behind you as you make your way outside campus.

“There’s this new donut shop just near here, do you want to grab some before going home? I can give you a lift home if you want” Haechan tells you, the invitation was so unexpected yet so timely. You’ve been thinking about what Renjun said, about talking to Haechan and now is the chance

“Are you sure?” you ask back

“Yea, I did tell Jeno I was going to bring some back for him. He’ll sulk for sure I come back to the dorm empty handed” he lets out a chuckle that went straight to your heart, making it thump a little harder. 

Just like that you find yourself seating at the passenger seat of his car, some random song playing in the background as you stare out the window.

“So uhm how have you been?” Haechan likes to think he’s an eloquent person, he’s smart and can easily carry a conversation with anyone. But right now it’s the total opposite, he’s a bit unsure how to start a conversation with you that wouldn’t end with 3 worded answers. 

He wanted to know more about you. 

“Good, busy with university”

Silence.

Well that was longer than the three words he was expecting. He thinks to himself. “You’re not that talkative, are you?” he asks

He didn’t say it in a teasing way, it’s an honest observation he gathered from the few times he conversed with you. 

“Uh not really, I mean I think I am but it depends on the topic. I think I’m a better listener than a talker” you admit, looking over at the driver side to see Haechan with a small smile on his face. Wondering why was he smiling like that, but you weren’t courageous enough to ask. 

“Sounds perfect, people tend to tell me I talk alot. Feel free to tell me if I’m being too much though. I’ll shut up” he can here a giggle coming from you, making him smile again. 

“I don’t mind” you mumble “But if you want to say anything, ask anything. Go ahead, I’m all ears. I’m a good listener to, a good shoulder to cry on if you need it and an excellent cuddler” he adds a wink at the end. 

Not knowing how to react, you just let out a chuckle again before turning to look out the window again. 

When you arrived at the donut shop, Haechan opens the door for you. Saying a quick thank you before walking towards the display of donuts available, “See anything you like?” he asks from beside you

“Chocolate, I want this one” you point at the chocolate covered donut with yellow sprinkles., Haechan watches you as you happily look at the other donuts on display. For the first time, you weren’t your usual reserved shy self. 

When you look over at him with the biggest grin on your face it’s the wind got knocked out of Haechan’s lungs. 

Were you always this pretty? yes. He noticed that when he first saw you in the cafe before the interview. Actually, he’s seen you a few times with Renjun and Giselle. He’s also seen you a few times during parties but never got to talk to you. He noted you liked keeping to yourself or keeping your circle of friends small but you’re that one student every one seem to know. 

He always thought you were pretty but right he can’t think of anything else apart from how beautiful you looked smiling right at him.

Shaking his head as if to wake himself up, he orders a few boxes to take back at the dorm and the one you liked. 

Before you could pay for your donut, Haechan already swiped his card paying for everything you ordered. “Hey, I was going to pay for that” you tell him

“My treat, think of it as an advance thank you for the feature on the campus journal” he tells you with a smirk 

“Renjun is the editor in chief, he was the one who told me to do it..” “You did a great job at the interview, and I’ve read some of your previous articles before. You’re good. Give yourself the credit, you deserve it” he cuts you off, telling you words you didn’t think you needed to hear but very much appreciated. 

It feels okay to be told you’re good at something you enjoyed doing every once in a while. It’s a big bonus when it’s your crush that tells you just that.  

“Thank you” you tell him, both for the compliment and the snacks

“Don’t mention it, if it bother’s you that much you can buy me donuts next time or whatever you want to eat. Whenever you’re free” he tells you

There’s a next time? you ask yourself. Too stunned once again, you couldn’t say anything else so you just nod and smile shyly at him. 

As promised he drove you to your apartment complex after, waving goodbye at him from the doorway before going inside. The smile on your face never leaving even for a second. 

That encounter was enough to put you in a good mood for the next couple of days. You didn’t get to see or talk to Haechan after that though, too busy with finishing the campus journal prior it’s final publication. 

Then release day comes, finally finally all the hardwork you’ve put in for the past semester paid off. All the coffee induced palpitations, sleepless nights and hours of staying infront of your computer editing is done. 

At the moment, you didn’t mind if 3 people get a copy of the journal. You’re just so happy with your work. Renjun, who is probably the only other person who is as tired and as excited as you, felt the same way. Yes he is a bit grumpy from the lack of rest due to late night editing and last minute revisions but he’s happy. He even bought you coffee before coming to school today. 

“And here are the first 10 copies printed, all the other ones are being delivered to the library, student center and front office” Giselle says when she entered the room, “Thanks Gi, the pictures and edits on this issue is amazing. Thank you” Renjun tells her

“What can I say, I am a genius behind the camera” you all chuckled at her answer, taking a copy for yourself as a keepsake. 

“Why don’t you give one to Haechan?” Renjun asks you 

“Can I?”

“Yeah, it’s getting released today anyways. Plus it would be better if you give it to him yourself” he says, passing another copy to you. 

And that is how you find yourself at the student lounge looking for a certain brown haired boy. You managed to find his roommate Jeno but no sign of Haechan. 

“He only has one class today, I think he’s going to the party later though” Jeno tells you “Party?”

“Yea, to celebrate the almost end of this semester. Also it’s his birthday soon so it’s like an advance party”

It sounds like he’s busy for the rest of the day, saying a quick thank you and goodbye to Jeno before walking out the student hall feeling less excited. Meanwhile Jeno shoots Haechan a quick text telling him you’re looking for hin. 

It’s your last class for the day, the journal is already out and surprisingly you saw a lot of students with copies of their own. That being the highlight of your day. 

You exit campus. ready to call it a day and head home. Walking across the parking lot to the bus stop right outside the campus gate. You had your earphones on so you didn’t hear your name being called out, only when someone grabbed your arm you let out a shriek

“Sorry I didn’t meant to scare you” Haechan says, holding both hands up to show you it’s just him. You take your earphones of, still feeling a bit startled. 

“It’s okay, sorry” you mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed for shouting at him

“It’s cool, my fault. Promise I won’t sneak up on like that again” he says with a gentle smile. Since it was rush hour, a lot of students were passing by you. Some even bumping into you and Haechan. 

On the other side, cars where exiting the campus so you were leaning towards the inner side of the sidewalk but too many students were passing by. Noticing this, Haechan pulls you by your arm again. Gently, you notice, he tugs you towards him before putting his hand on your back to guide you back the parking lot assuming that’s where he parked. He was walking closer to were the cars were passing by but he still kept you close to him so you don’t bump into other students passing by. 

When you got closer to his car, he drops his hand from your back. 

“Uhm where are we going?” you ask, “Well I can drive you back home instead of taking the bus if you like, we can also go for an after class snack” he tells you

“Aren’t you busy today?” you ask again, remembering Jeno’s words earlier today. “Not that busy, I had to go to the hyung’s house to prepare some stuff for the part tonight but they can handle that. So I came to pick you up, heard you were looking for me” he says in a teasing tone, shooting you a cheeky smile

“Yea, uh the journal was released today. I wanted to give you a copy, I have it in my bag” you shrug one of the strap off your shoulder to get his copy when suddenly Haechan pulls the other strap off you to put your bag on him. Slinging it on his own shoulders infront of him so you can grab your stuff easily

“So I get an exclusive, nice” he says making you let out a chuckle “Technically they have a copy now, I was supposed to give this to you earlier but here you go. Better late than never” you say, passing the copy over to him. 

When you looked up at him, his attention wasn’t on the paper like you were expecting. Instead he’s looking at you, he had this look on his face you can’t explain but it was enough to make the blood rush to your cheeks. Feeling your face get warm. 

“Are you free later?” he asks, not taking his eyes off you even for a second

“Yea, I’m just going back to my dorm and rest. We had to pull an all nighter the other days because of this” you say, pointing at the paper Haechan’s holding. 

He was just about to ask you out to come to the party later with him but then changing his mind again, now that you mentioned it he noticed the tired look in your eyes. You still looked cute and was smiling adorably at him but still he can see the tiredness behind it. 

Even though he wanted to invite you to the party or spend more time with you he wanted you to rest first. Maybe he can ask you out some other day. 

“Want to grab something before I drive you home?” 

“My treat?” you ask him, smiling up at the boy. This day taking a turn for the better now that he’s here. It’s crazy just how better your mood got now that Haechan’s here but it is what it is. 

“Fine, but next time I’m buying” he agrees before opening the passenger door for you. Passing your bag back to you when you settle in. The two of you grabbed something for dinner, eating in his car while you tell him stories about your very very busy week. 

Contrary to how your first meeting went, you’re more carefree this time. Maybe because you missed talking to him. You were too engrossed about telling him all about the late night revisions and multiple cups of coffee you consumed to notice the fond look on Haechan’s face as he listens to you. 

He liked how you’re getting more comfortable around him, he loved talked to you but he loved hearing you tell stories about your day. You can be reading the back of the cereal box and he’d still be all ears for you but he don’t admit it to you. Not yet. He didn’t want to freak you out. 

“Oh my god I’m speaking too much, am I boring you? Oh gosh I’m so-” “:Hey no, none of that. I love hearing about you and how your day went” he stops before you could finish the sentence. 

Shooting you a gentle smile before reaching a hand towards you to tuck a loose strand of har behind your ear, “Next time, you can call me when you have to pull an all nighter. I sleep pretty late anyways”

“I don’t want to bother you though” you mumble 

“You’re not a bother, it’s definitely better than hearing Jeno scream at his computer all night” he jokes, tapping you on the nose gently before taking his phone from the console to pass it over to you

“Here, you can give me your number” you take the phone from him, putting your number in before passing it back to him. Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket, “There, you can save my number. Now you can call me whenever”

Too bad you had to cut your night short since he had a party to go to and you’re pretty sleepy already. You don’t tell him but he noticed how you were fighting the sleepiness off. Deciding to drive you home, again he waits until you were inside before driving away. 

Ever since then, you and Haechan would call each other on random times whenever you’re not together and when both of your schedules are free. Sadly you don’t have any classes together so you don’t really spend a lot of time together on campus. 

“You’re not smiling at our phone this time? He forgot to shoot you a goodmorning text?” Renjun teases you. He definitely noticed the change between you and Haechan and how more frequent your interactions were. 

He’s happy now that you finally have the courage to go out there, he’s known you for years and considers you like his own sister. You’re loyal to people you love and care about, probably the most understanding person he knows. You’re that one person he could call anytime he needs someone. You deserve to have someone like that and Haechan is perfect for that. 

When Renjun first got that confession out of you; your feelings for Haechan, he was surprised because Haechan is pretty rambunctious, the total opposite of you.  But seeing you and Haechan together it definitely make sense. 

“No” you grumbled

“No as in he didn’t text or no that’s not reason?”

“No, he didn’t text me and no that’s not the reason. I’m just a bit snappy since I haven’t had my coffee yet”

Renjun just gives you a look but choose not to say anything anymore. It was cute you were acting this way, sneaking to take a picture of you to send to Haechan.

The aforementioned boy back at home, stuck doing a few papers due by tomorrow. Did Haechan really wait until the last minute to do all his work? Yes. In his defense he was about to do it last night while he was talking to you but after the call Jeno asked him to play games then the rest was a blur. 

Now he’s here, no sleep running on 5 energy drinks. 

A few final clicks before hitting send, finishing his last requirement before finally being free from any pending work. He was too focused in his work he forgot to plug his phone last night, only remembered to charge it an hour ago. Standing up from his computer chair to jump on his bed. Checking his phone to see any messages, a few from his friends but none from you. 

Then he sees the text Renjun sent a few hours ago. A picture of you slumped on your seat, head resting on the table. Come and get her, she’s sulking, Renjun’s message says. 

Immediately Haechan smiles, feeling recharged even though he hasn’t slept a wink. Quickly changing clothes before taking his phone and keys to do just what Renjun said. 

It was your last class for the day, ready to get back to your dorm and rest when something or more like someone catches your eye by the parking lot. You’ve been on a few roadtrips with Haechan, plus those other times he drove you home so his car is familiar to you by now. 

Also, you’d know that mop of brown hair anywhere. Even when his face is being blocked by a bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers. 

Walking across the lot towards him, “What are you doing?” you ask him 

Haechan peaks his head from behind the flowers, before pulling them down to finally look at you face to face. “Came here to see you, I was busy finishing three papers that were all due at the same day so I didn’t get to charge my phone”

“Okay, doesn’t explain the flowers though”

“Well these are for you, to brighten up your day. Sunflowers from your sunshine” he smiles at you, a bit jokingly but still you find it adorable. Not being able to fight off the smile, you just roll your eyes before taking the flowers from him

“You like them? I remember you said you liked sunflowers” he asks, but from the way you’re looking at the arrangement he can tell you liked it

“I do, thank you. You didn’t have to though”

“But I wanted to, so there you go. And that is only the beginning, are you free tonight?”

“Yea why?” you ask back, “Want to go on an adventure with me?” 

If Haechan thinks you will say no to him, then he’s severely wrong. He might not know it yet but the power he has over you, his ability to pull all the yes in just about every question he asks from you. 

That’s how you found yourself going on a spontaneous date with the guy you really really like. Sometimes you think you want to distance yourself from him because the lines are getting too blurry but you don’t want to make yourself hope over nothing. He’s very doting when it comes to you, gives you rides to and from school, you two talk nonstop but he never really expressed the intention of becoming more than a friend. 

Even though you like him very much, you respect he might not feel the same. You’re happy with whatever this is, but sometimes you also want to go and distance yourself from the pain if one day all of this changes. 

“You look like you’re in deep thought” right now the two of you are at the park, seating by the swings

“Just thinking about some stuff”

“Tell me” he tells you like a little kid, “You really want to know?”

Haechan nods his head, leaning closer towards you 

“Really really want to know?” again he nods his head enthusiasticly 

It took a second before you burst out laughing, making Haechan realize you were joking. 

“That’s not nice” he grumbles, acting like he’s mad making you tug on his arm. He drop his arms from the swing making yours follow along. Now both of your hand are resting mid air, his hand holding yours. 

“You really can’t tell me?” he asks again 

“Should I? I’m not sure if you’re ready to hear it yet” in between the feeling of him holding your hands and the fact that you’re about to confess to him, you’re trying your best not to freak out

“Remember what I told you before? Whatever you have to say, I’m here to listen. I like hearing your stories” he looks over at you, meanwhile you were looking down at the ground

“I like you” you whisper

The words were already out before you could stop yourself, hoping he didn’t hear it. Haechan says nothing at first, he just stays still beside you. Maybe he didn’t hear after all. 

Haechan on the other hand, was still looking at you. Did he hear you right? You did say you like him? You like him?

This time he stands up, pulling you with him so now you’re standing infron of each other. He holds you by your shoulders, “Sorry my hearing is shit from how loud my headphones are when I play games so I need to hear that again just to be sure”

“So you didn’t hear me?” you ask 

“I did but I want to be sure”

“Sure about you heard? So you didn’t hear me clearly?” you asked, 

“Are you teasing me because if so this is no fun, I know what I heard I just... Can I hear you say it, please?” how can you say no to him when he asks you like that, one look at his eyes and you’re ready to spill your feelings to him

“I like you” you mumble, looking over his shoulder

“It doesn’t count if you don’t look in the eye” he chuckles, dropping his hands from your shoulder to hold both of your hands. 

“Please” he tilts his head to catch your gaze

This time you look at him in the eyes, feeling your cheeks burning already

“I said I like you” you said a bit aggravated because you can tell he’s teasing you. Then you see his smile, starting from the corner of his lips turning to a full grin. The type of smile that reaches his eyes, making them look like tiny cresent moons. 

The next second he was hugging you tightly against his chest, “I heard it the first time I just wanted to hear it again” he admits

“You’re annoying” you mumble

“You like me though” “That I can’t argue with” 

He then pulls away from you, holding your face with both hands so gently. “I like you, too. Like a lot” he tells you, hearing his words it made you blush like crazy. Haechan loving every second of this, not letting this moment pass without teasing you 

“Oh my god are you blushing? You are!” that earned him a pinch on the side making him yelp in pain. He takes your hands again to pull you in an embrace, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears

“I have a question thought”

“What is it?” you ask him, “Can I kiss you?” you can feel his hand hold the side  of your face, instead of saying yes you’re the one to close the distance between the two of you. You can feel him smile against your lips, then his arms wound around your waist slightly lifting you off the ground. 

When the two of you broke apart, you can’t stop the smile on your faces. He peppers kisses all over your cheeks, your nose, from your forehead down to your chin, saving your lips for last. 

“This is better than any prize out there” he mumbles “Mhm, you say that now. Wait until your next tournament” you joke. He lifts you again, taking you for a spin making you squeal and hold him around the shoulders tightly. Burying your head on his neck, you feel him kiss the top of your head before you hear him say

“Psh, forget any trophy. I have my prize right here”

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[monsterrae1]

I don't know what this is but it's @eddiesbleps fault, so this one's for you Gee!

Stop time right here in the moonlight.

It had been weeks now.

Weeks of waiting to hear any news about his state, weeks of keeping a bed side vigil at every chance he could, weeks of holding Buck's unmoving hand and plead him to wake up. Weeks of crying confessions while tightly holding his hand, weeks of watching him breath through a tube and hearing the heart monitor beat in a slow rhythm.

It had been weeks, and the only thing that seemed to change in Buck was his hair, and his beard. Both hadn't stopped growing in the time he had been laying in that hospital bed. Eddie had taken the job of carefully trimming down his beard without disturbing his breathing tube, and making sure his hair didn't tangle.

If Buck had been awake, he'd be telling Eddie that the average hair growth per month was half an inch, and that finger nails grew 3 millimeters per month. Eddie would've laughed and told him it was disgusting.

But now, now when according to the inch and a half growth of Buck's hair he had been gone for three months. Not gone, no. Asleep, in a coma, whatever, he wasn't fully there and that was what was killing Eddie slowly.

He ran his finger slowly through the long curls, the longer it got the wilder the curls got, Eddie had experience with Chris hair, so he started to bring brushes and once or twice a week he would just sit there and brush out the tangles made by time, by the nurses moving him around and not paying attention to his hair - Eddie didn't blame them, he knew that they were busy - and he'd tell him about his day.

"Chris drew you another picture" He said that day "Can't lie, kid's getting better, we might have to look into some art classes for him, if he wants to"

Naturally, Buck didn't answer. They had taken out the breathing tube two days ago, he had started to fight it in the middle of the night and everyone thought it meant he'd wake up soon. But he was taking his sweet time to do so.

"I miss your eyes, how stupid is that?" Eddie admitted as he got settled into Buck's side, close enough to brush his hair out without issues, they had been cleaning it with dry shampoo and Eddie usually brought some leave in conditioner to keep it from drying out. He knew how picky was about his hair, and he didn't want him to wake up and hated what had happen to it. "I also miss your laugh,

I never noticed how bright it was, until…” He shook his head, falling into silence as he focused back on his task. These weren’t thinks he hadn’t said before, he felt like maybe he’d been saying it every week for the past three months. 

Once he was done with his hair, he moved down to his beard. Thanks to the breathing tube it had gotten a little out of control, and Eddie knew how much he hated having a beard, so he had come prepared this time, draping a towel over Buck’s chest and tucking it around his neck, taking out his scissors and starting to trim down the long hairs.

“I could go pro by now” Eddie mumbled “I’m gonna bill you for all of this once you’re awake” A nurse laughed on the other side of the room, attending to another patient. “Sorry” He apologized “didn’t see you”

“It’s okay, you must love your husband very much” she said with a sad smile “We keep seeing you here, and you’re so devoted to him, we’re all rooting for him to wake up soon” 

Eddie smiled “Thank you, we’re too” 

He didn’t correct her on her assumption, he didn’t want to have to say, we’re not married, I’m hopelessly in love with him and he’s slipping through my fingers. No. No. He rather they think he was a devoted husband, and not a broken hearted best friend. 

Eddie focused back on his task, carefully spreading the shaving cream around his cheeks, chin and neck. Taking the razor and slowly started to remove the hair, being careful to not cut him. 

“When are you going to wake up Buck?” Eddie said once he saw the nurse leaving “Please don’t take your sweet time with this, please, please, come back to me” 

Buck didn’t wake up that day, or the day after that, or the one after. But the next week he did, just as Eddie was running his fingers through his hair and reading a book to him, he waited until Eddie was done with the chapter to let him know he was awake, and after jumping out of bed and dropping the book to the floor, Eddie finally, finally was able to see those beautiful ocean blue eyes staring back at him. 

“Hey Eds” Buck said with a raspy voice from disuse. 

“Hey Buck” Eddie smiled at him.

He knew he had to call the nurses in, the doctors too, and that Buck needed to be checked out by everyone, but he was awake, and Eddie knew, he was done wasting time. After all, he knew that tomorrow wasn’t promised to anyone.

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#my writing #buddie #buddie ficlet #my head hurts so i didn't edit a word of his #if it doesn't make sense blame in on my headache

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 1)

What can I say other then please can Joseph Quinn respectively punch me in the face (no I am not sorry for that)

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2750

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: cheating, swearing, making out, I don’t know what else there is to be honest

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

THURSDAY

You sit in the canteen. You boyfriend Chris has an arm looped over your shoulder. You fingers intertwined with his. You started dating in 1980. 4 years ago on Sunday. You’ve planned to stay round his on Saturday so that you have the whole of Sunday with him. Jessica comes and sits next to you both. “Have you seen the freaks today?”

“No. Why?”

“They were talking about some weird game. God it’s pathetic. Fully grown men playing a fantasy game” as if on cue ‘the freaks’ walked in. You and your friends watch them as the go and sit on their table. You boyfriend speaks up

“Oh look the freak show is in town” they all look over at your table. One of them standing on his chair, lifting his middle finger up at you all before hopping back down and sitting. You stay quiet as Chris and Jessica laugh. You know lunch has finished when the bell rings. Chris kisses you, deeply before moving away. You smile at him. 

“You still ok for me to come round this weekend?”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to it my love. I won’t be in tomorrow, I’ve got more important stuff to be doing but I’ll see you on Saturday” he kisses your forehead before going off to his class. You and Jessica wave at him as you go to your science class. The next few lessons go past quickly. So quickly that the end of the school day creeps up on you as you walk home. 

Now you sit with your mum, dad and brother at the dinner table. Just as you all start your food your mum speaks up. “Your father and I have a business thing to attend to this weekend. We will likely be back on Monday or Tuesday. Will you two be ok on your own?” you both nod

“Can I invite the guys round to stay? We will only play DnD and not have any massive party I promise” you parents look at each other. Before you can state your opinion your mum answers 

“I don’t see why not. Just make sure the house is tidy for when we get back” he smiles and eats again

“I’m so glad I’m staying with Chris this weekend. I don’t think I’d be able to cope with all the geekiness”

FRIDAY

The next day goes past quickly. You pack your bags for your time with Chris. Going downstairs you see your bother in the living room. “I thought they were coming this weekend?”

“We figured they might as well come round tonight. Then we can play for longer” you nod

“I’ll pack and go to Chris’s tonight then instead of tomorrow. Makes the most sense”

“Are you sure?” you nod and smile at him 

“I’ll be fine. He knows I’m going round tomorrow anyway. What is one more night going to effect” he nods and goes back to setting up his game. You bite your lip slightly “I’m sorry about him”

“Who?”

“Chris. He was mean to you and your friends” he shrugs

“Next year I’ll be out of that hell hole where he can’t bother me” he looks at you and smiles “Just don’t be offended when I don’t invite him to the family dinners” you laugh and go over and hug him

“I love you dude”

“I love you too sis” You pull away from the hug and ruffle his hair

“Best big brother I have”

“I’m your only brother” you blow kisses at him as he swears at you. You go to your room and grab your bag for the weekend. You walk out the house, saying goodbye to Michael as you go. 

Chris lives about a 30 minute walk from you. It always seems to take you forever to get there but also the time goes by so quickly. You come up to the front gate. Going up to the front door you go to knock when you see two people in the window. You look confused as you go and take a closer look. You hold back a choked sob as you see your boyfriend railing another woman. “Oh shit baby” you hear. Not in your boyfriends voice, but still it sounds so familiar. You cover your mouth as a way to muffle you cry as you see your best friend underneath him. You shake your head. Sadness washing over you. So this is why he said he wanted to meet you tomorrow and not tonight. He was too busy screwing your best friend. You turn and let the tears fall down your cheeks as you angrily walk back home. Using the back of your hand to wipe your tears. 

You open the front door to your house, leaning against the frame as you wipe the dried tears from your cheeks. “Liz?” you look in the mirror by the door as your bothers head pokes round the living room door. You smile at him “Liz are you ok? I thought you were going out” you nod and go over to him, not caring who might see you. You hug him tightly. His hand goes up and strokes your hair as you continue to hug him. You then hear a cough. You pull away from your hug and cover your mouth

“Oh shit. Sorry. Fuck I forget you were doing your nerd thing”

“Dungeons and dragons”

“Yeah whatever. Sorry guys”

“Wait I know you...” one of the boys speaks. You look, a guy with dark curly hair and dark eyes watches you. You smile slightly and do a small wave “I’m Elizabeth”

“Michael” the long haired boy queries “Are you friends with our enemy?”

“No. More like related to the enemy” all the boys start kicking up a fuss. You try and hold back a laugh. Covering your mouth as your brother nudges you slightly 

“Don’t laugh” he mutters to you

“Yeah... no” he looks hurt and fakes being wounded. 

“Can we get back to our game now?” the long haired boy asks. Your brother looks at you and you smile slightly and nod. He goes and sits down. 

“Could I... Can I sit and watch?” they all look at each other, then back at you, then each other again. Michael speaks

“I have no complaints” the guys roll their eyes as you sit down. You wipe your eyes again as you feel fresh tears start to spike them. You try not to think about what happened earlier and instead focus on the campaign happening before you. It fascinated you. The vast world these boys had created. The characters and the gameplay. You watched in awe as they all got into character. The long haired boy who you believe to be called Eddie was leading the game. Helping the others to progress the story. 

You start to feel tired about 1am, saying goodnight and heading to bed. You hadn’t realised how much being with them had put your mind to rest as you spent most of the time tossing and turning in your bed. You let out an annoyed huff as you wake up. Looking at the watch by your bed it says 4:37am. You could almost cry again.  You figure you might sleep better if you have something to eat and drink so you stand up and go to the kitchen. Grabbing yourself some water and a biscuit you go to walk back upstairs when you walk into someone. “Oh fuck sorry” you hear a chuckle

“Don’t worry about it. My fault for not turning the bathroom light on” if it was any of your brothers other friends you don’t think you’d be able to recognise their voices but because you had just been listening to him speaking for about 6 hours straight you recognised Munson’s voice. 

“Come into the kitchen. Let me help dry you a bit” you start to walk, feeling for the light as you hear his soft footsteps follow you. Turning the light on you grab a dry cloth. You hand it to him, seeing the white of his shirt gone slightly see through as he tries his best to dry himself. “It might be better to air your shirt. Here, let me hang it up for you” you hold your hand out. He raises an eyebrow at you. Clearly seeing the innocence behind your eyes he shrugs and takes his shirt off. You take it from him and hang it over the door. “It should be dry by morning” you smile at him as he hands you the cloth. You take that from him too, noticing his arm tattoos. “Oh nice tats dude”

“Thanks. I did them myself”

“Really?” you go over to him, looking at his handy work. You see the one near his collarbone. Smiling you turn to look at him. Noticing you are very close to him at this point you take a small step back, placing the cloth on the side. You turn to face him again. “I am going to show you something. If you tell my brother I will kill you” he nods and chuckles slightly, but his eyes grow wide as you pull the side of your pyjama shorts down. Just below your waist band a small butterfly. “What do you think?”

“It’s good” he walks over to you. Again, sensing the innocence in your actions he comes to inspect it closer. 

“Do you really think so?” he nods

“Who did it for you?”

“I did it myself. I got bored one evening so I had a stab at it. No pun intended” he laughs and stands up straight again as you place the waistband back over your tattoo. “Tell my brother and I will murder you though” he laughs as you smile at him. He breaks eye contact with you and rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“I thought you’d be a lot meaner”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re one of the popular people. Everyone loves you” you laugh

“I wouldn’t say everyone. Just a large majority of them” now it’s his turn to laugh. 

“I mean I don’t blame them. You have a lot of friends, everyone knows who you are and you have the perfect boyfriend who never has a hair out of place” you shrug, sadness coming over you again. He doesn’t seem to notice the change in your demeanour and continues talking “I mean, everyone either wants to be you or be with you” this catches your attention as you look at him, a small smile on your lips

“Which one do you want?” he chokes slightly, caught off guard by your words. You tilt your head “You said everyone. Which one do you want?” he shakes his head and looks down. You playfully hit his shoulder “I’m only teasing you” he chuckles, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. You smile at him before covering your mouth as you yawn. He chuckles more genuinely this time. 

“You should get to bed” you shake your head as you rub your eyes

“I’m not really tired “he raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and look down “I can’t sleep very well tonight” he nods

“Because of earlier? I only noticed you seemed sad” you shrug 

“Might be something to do with that”

“Anything I can do to help?” you shake your head, giving him a half smile. He smiles back at you. You can smell the cigarette smoke on his breath. That’s when you realise how close you are to him. You look at him, the smile on his face fading as he sees you look more serious. Your eyes flutter to look at his mouth, then look back at his eyes. You can tell he’s trying not to smile. 

“What?” he shakes his head “tell me!” you playfully hit his chest. He chuckles

“If you weren’t so innocent in all your actions I would think that you were flirting with me” you feel your cheeks turn pink

“I-” he shakes his head and puts his hands up in a defensive matter. “I’m not purposefully flirting with you” he laughs

“Good. I don’t think you boyfriend would appreciate you talking to the freak of the town” you shake your head

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore” he furrows his brows at you

“But I saw you two yesterday. Or I guess more 2 days ago now. You seemed pretty happy then”

“That was before I found him fucking my best friend” you look at him, his eyes grow wide

“Jesus Christ” you nod 

“Not a fun thing to see. Especially as we would’ve been dating for 4 years on Sunday”

“I’m sorry Elizabeth” you shake your head

“He was a waste of space anyway” you look down as you feel tears form in your eyes. His hand goes up instinctively to wipe them away, tilting your head up to look at him

“Hey, you are so much better than he is. You don’t need him. He’s an absolute dick head”

“You would’ve said the same thing about me yesterday though” you whisper out. He tilts his head as he looks at you, his hands still gently holding your chin, the other resting on your cheek wiping away any fallen tears.

“I have heard enough about you both to know that you deserve better” you nod. The genuine talk making you do something you never thought you’d do. You slowly stand on your tiptoes, testing to see if he’d move away or not as you gently place your lips to his. You feel him tense up slightly but he soon relaxes as you feel his hands fall from your face to find your waist, placing them there as your arms wrap around his neck. You can taste beer on his tongue as you tangle one of your hands into his hair. Pulling him closer as you back into the counter, you pull away slightly to check if he’s ok. He looks at you, his dark eyes filled suddenly filled with lust. You smile as you crash your lips with his again. He lifts you up onto the counter, slotting his body between your legs. You feel his hands move from your hips, one goes by your side and the other sits on your lower back. You’ve only ever kissed a few people before. Although you and Chris had kissed each other several times and had several make out sessions this moment with Eddie was different. It seemed so much more intimate, so much more tasteful. His tongue explored yours as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his dick grow slightly, the angle you both being in making it easy to feel him. You smile into his mouth, rutting your hips against him in a teasing manner. He lets out a moan, pulling you closer to him as a means to keep you still. He is the first to pull away, allowing you both to breath. “Holy shit” he says as he moves away from you. He looks at you. It catches up to you of what you had just been doing. More so, where and who you were doing it with. You cover your mouth, scared one of his friends or worse yet, your brother, had seen you. Almost like he can read your mind he turns to see if anyone is down the hallway. He turns to you and shakes his head, his eyes filled with relief as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I’m sorry about that. I umm... I don’t know why I did it” he shakes his head, looking at you sideways through his hair

“I’m not complaining” you nod and move off of the counter

“I liked our chat. Thank you” he smiles at you

“You should go to bed m’lady. It’s getting late” you look out the window to see the sun starting to rise

“Actually I think it’s getting early” he looks out and laughs. You go to the bottom of the stairs, he stops you by placing a hand over yours as yours rests on the bannister. 

“I’d be careful. If you aren’t you might become a freak like me” you smile at him, a hand going up to caress his cheek

“That isn’t a bad thing Eddie. You are amazing” you move your hand from his face “goodnight”

“Goodnight” he whispers as you head upstairs “I’ll see you tomorrow”

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