#during that time i would even sit there in class thinking 'i was born in the wrong generation'. delusional? yes

[buzzkillchainsaw]

⚠️ addiction, child abuse/neglect, death

Takumi Hoga was twelve years old when he first entered the ring. What else was he to do, really? He had just found out that he would be held back another grade again. Usually kids like him would hear the same old "You're not stupid, you're just lazy" speech over and over again, but not Takumi. He knew what the teachers thought of him. The current ones, that is. The teachers at the last two schools he was expelled from were probably relieved to never waste another thought on him again, after what he did. Bit a child here, broke a bone there. Bruises. Bloody noses. "Beast types", teachers would sneer whenever Takumi caused another "incident". Other than that, nobody paid much attention to him, even in class. You see, Takumi was born with abnormally large and abnormally many teeth very similar to a shark's. Whenever he opened his mouth to say something, teachers and students alike would cringe at his impeded speech, the latter even making fun of it in front of the former. So Takumi just stopped speaking altogether. His grades steadily worsened. His job prospects looked bleaker and bleaker each year. His parents didn't care. His mother was busy with drugs and whatever affair she had going on currently and his father often left for "work" for days at a time, leaving his son to fend for himself more often than not. There was nothing in his life that could've prevented Takumi from entering the ring.

On that fateful day after school Takumi was prowling the streets, homework and upcoming tests being the last thing on his mind. Some kid, a few years older than him, approached him. A fellow "beast", with sharp teeth and blue scales on his skin. He was wearing a cool leather jacket and expensive sunglasses. Takumi liked them.

"Hey, buddy. You look bored.", the guy said.

Takumi nodded. He was bored.

"I know a place where kids like us can have fun and earn cash on the side. Interested?"

"Like a job?", Takumi asked.

"Yeah, but more fun.", the guy answered.

Takumi was unsure. His teacher had told him that he'd never have a good job with his lousy grades and long attack record. "No respectable company will want to hire a beast like you.", she said. So how come this guy now wanted him for a job? And a "fun" one, at that?

"What do I have to do?", Takumi asked.

Everything moved quickly after that. The guy introduced him to "the boss", a man in his thirties who loved expensive food and loud cars. He even let Takumi sit on the passenger seat and choose the music they listened to on their drive to the ring. When they arrived, Takumi was handed a simple white shirt and shorts which reminded him of the clothes he had to wear in gym class. "Now all you gotta do", the boss said, "is beat up this guy over there." Another beast was in the ring, not much older than Takumi. He waved towards the excited crowd beyond the cage that surrounded the ring.

"Beat him up?", Takumi asked, "I'm allowed to do that?"

"Yeah. Beat him, scratch him, bite him, do whatever you want until he taps out or you hear the alarm."

"What if I have to tap out first?", Takumi asked. The boss grinned and handed him a tiny plastic bag with some powder inside. "I don't think you will." 

The guy from before didn't lie: This was fun. Takumi didn't even break a sweat during his first fight, knocking the guy out cold. The second fight was against an older girl who transformed into a wolf, Takumi grabbed her nape with his teeth and shook her until she tapped out. At the end of the evening the boss gave him his payment and drove him back. He handed the boy a phone and said he'd text him if he had another fight for him lined up. Takumi stuffed the phone and the money in his pockets and went to buy himself a leather jacket and sunglasses.

Takumi Hoga was thirteen years old when he adopted the stage name "Armageddon". The boss had turned him into a rising star in the local business. Bets were made on whether Armageddon won or lost the fight and the boss always gave him a cut of the winnings which Takumi would spend on food, video games and clothes. Sponsors would sometimes pay him directly to write messages and contact details on his white shirt in permanent marker, displaying them in the ring for all to see. After the fight, the boss would get him cleaned up and drive him home. Takumi then spent the next day eagerly awaiting a message from the boss. On nights without fights Takumi felt horrible, writhing around in his bed, sweating bullets and sometimes even throwing up. But as soon as a new fight came up and Takumi got his hands on that powder the boss always gave him beforehand, the world was alright again. He felt light but focused at the same time, fearless, excited and full of energy. He had finally found something he was good at. And he loved doing it.

Takumi Hoga was fourteen years old when he almost died in the ring. The boss didn’t tell him beforehand that the reptile-looking beast he was about to fight had venom. Armageddon knocked out his opponent, but then sunk to the floor, foaming at the mouth, breathing raspily. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just killed the fucker before he bit you”, the boss hissed into his ear. After some back and forth the manager of the reptile guy decided to hand over some antivenom. Even with that, Takumi felt horrible for days afterwards, unable to move the bitten arm. But when the boss texted him again the week after, he jumped at the opportunity to get back in the ring.

Takumi Hoga was fifteen years old when he fought his first adult opponent in the ring. He was hesitant, but the boss said that nobody wanted to pay to see Armageddon wipe the floor with boring ol' kids who couldn't even fight back. "There's just no money in it", the boss said, "and you wanna keep making money, don't you?" When Armageddon entered the ring, he saw a young man in front of him. Some kind of fish beast with claws and glowing spots on his skin. "Please", the man whispered, "I have debts. I need to get out of here. Please just forfeit, I need the money. I really need it." Armageddon shook his head. "Please", the man said, "Don't hurt me." Armageddon was fifteen years old when he took his first life in the ring.

Armageddon was sixteen years old when he first tried to leave the business. He kept having nightmares about the man he killed and the side effects of the powder started getting to him. But he craved it more and more and that tiny little packet the boss always gave him just didn't cut it anymore. He would've just bought himself more if he knew what it was. The boss wouldn't tell him. So one day, Armageddon stopped answering texts from the boss. He prowled the streets instead, picking fights, doing anything to distract from the withdrawal symptoms plaguing him. Eventually, he collapsed on the street and woke up again in the hospital. Police were called, his parents were called, social services were called. Lots of big words were thrown around that he didn't understand. Negligence. Addiction. Custody. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he was removed from his parents and placed in temporary care with social services. But he didn't stay there very long. They wanted him to go to rehab, anger management classes, school. They took his phone and his hard earned money and placed him on a strict schedule with an early curfew. And Takumi tried. He really did. But he just couldn't live the life everyone else was expecting of him. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he escaped back to the only life he knew how to live well.

Armageddon was seventeen years old when he fought “Razortooth”, a masked volunteer from the crowd. It was a rare occasion. Usually the boss decided who would fight him and the fights would be advertised in the business days in advance. Sometimes the book would drive him to private fights in some rich guy’s basement where Armageddon would fight and kill exotic animals, other beast-types or just random people who probably wronged that rich guy somehow. But tonight was open cage night in the ring, so whichever brave soul thought they could kick Armageddon’s ass was allowed to. Razortooth was a green-skinned beast wearing a short-sleeved hoodie and a ski mask. Armageddon immediately noticed that she fought wildly different from what he was used to. When you spend a lot of time in the ring, you tend to adopt a certain style. Flashy. Violent. Ruthless. But Razortooth didn’t seem to be here for the show. She dodged a left hook and rushed him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Hey”, she whispered into his ear as he struggled to get free.

“Hey”, he whispered back. He then punched her in the back, but the angle was weird, so it didn’t hit as hard.

“You want out?”, she whispered and shifted her weight, letting him stumble backwards towards her leg and kicking him in the back of his knee.

“I can’t”, he whispered back.

“He’s got you on Flick? That powder?”

“Yeah. Powder.”

“Alright. Sink to the floor and punch me in the kidney.”, she whispered.

“Why?”

“I’ll slip you my number and then I’ll forfeit.”

“Why?”

“I wanna help you get out.”

So Armageddon sank to the floor, then used her lowered defense to punch her. He then grabbed her and pushed her against the cage wall. Her arms flew up and he noticed something brushing against the pockets of his shorts. Razortooth forfeited.

Takumi Hoga was eighteen years old when he joined the Purpose Program. It was a long back and forth with Hitomi, the beast who had fought him in the ring under the name “Razortooth”. He thought about calling her for weeks after the fight, but something always came up. When he finally did, he didn’t expect her to be actually serious about helping him. But she was. They met up in secret and just talked for a bit. 

“Are you a cop?”, he asked. 

“No.”, she said, “Cops won’t help much in a situation like this.” Takumi nodded. 

It felt great to talk about all this to someone. Hitomi never judged him, even when he talked about how he enjoyed hurting people in the ring. Or when he told her how he once woke up almost choking on his own vomit the night after a big fight (and big dosage of Flick). She showed him where to get Flick so he wasn’t dependent on the boss for it anymore. But she also told him what the drug actually did to his body, how he was cutting his life short if he continued consuming it. Takumi didn’t wanna die. But he also didn’t know what to do with his life if it wasn’t in the ring. Hitomi then offered to go get him tested, no strings attached. Takumi remembered how he did get tested once in elementary school, but not much was revealed there besides “big teeth” and “stronger than his peers”. The tests of the Purpose Program were different, though. It really felt like the scientists were interested in him, in what he could do. Apparently he was able to breathe underwater all this time, it just required a little surgery to open the gills in his neck. The first time he dove into the pool at the research center was heavenly, it was like he had discovered a piece of himself that was always hidden away from him. He was also strong, which he already knew, and had a lot of endurance. And the cherry on top was his excellent sense of smell underwater. He could locate a drop of blood on the other side of the pool while blindfolded. 

“Water rescue” was the verdict. A job. For him. 

He didn’t take it. He was scared. He relapsed multiple times, going back to the ring on nights where his mind just wouldn’t stop racing. But instead of the boss, it was Hitomi who picked him up. “Recovery isn’t linear”, she’d say. “But if you wanna enter the program, you gotta commit, Takumi.”

“I don’t wanna be Takumi anymore.”, he said, “But I also don’t wanna be Armageddon.”

“So who do you wanna be?”, she asked.

#buzzkill mirai #tw addiction #tw child abuse #tw death #oc #oc lore #worldbuilding

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

watched Grease the other night with my buddy and. well. obviously i Had To

#this was a good warm up i think. kinda low quality cause its Small and Not Much Effort Went Into It #but i think the fuzziness adds to the charm. or something like that #ive always loved greasers as a concept and general Thing #anyway now im Thinking about what everyone's 'roles' would be #i think the little greaser group would be wally / sally / barnaby #except theyre the most unconventional greasers ever #sally is all bark and no bite. barnaby is no bark and no bite. wally is just there to look pretty #i think theyd fold frank into the group eventually due to Witnessing His Knack For Violence #i can picture them mostly hanging around a diner #where they all share the single milkshake they can collectively afford #scribble garnish #welcome home #in middle school i absolutely adored the outsiders #we even did a thing for the class where we were assigned 'greaser' or 'soc' and i was So Fucking Delighted to get greaser #assigned greaser by 8th grade english class #got to dress up and everything. i had a blast. so gender. #during that time i would even sit there in class thinking 'i was born in the wrong generation'. delusional? yes #one of my ocs is even a fuckin. universe-hopping assassin greaser #their vibe.... 50s punk... #loved the movie btw. made next to no sense. very charming

[saerins]

─── 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 7.1k | content: fluff, making out, college!au, mentions of insecurity, only very brief angst !!, alcohol, slight jealousy

notes: this was supposed to be lengthier and in smau format but i suck at that so here it is in fic format :’) i know i know, i write sae way too much </3

summary: you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

HIGH SCHOOL: 2ND YEAR

itoshi sae knows you like him.

you’re really obvious it’s pathetic, really. once during recess, he’d wanted to go back to the classroom to get some shut eye because soccer was way too draining lately, and guess who he saw slipping a little love note into his locker?

of course you. you and your little pink heart-shaped post-it that read i think you’re cute and i really really like you. because it was valentines and you were one of the many to send him little scribbles of confessions.

even now, when you sit just a couple of rows in front of him, he catches you looking behind at him, and sae purposely doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you know he knows you’re staring. he’s not really sure why. maybe he feels bad if he exposes you or something.

throughout the rest of your sophomore year in high school, he continues to observe as you so subtly (not really) try to be friends with him. you always try to get picked to be in the same group as him for projects (which never works out), you try to sit next to him in lecture halls (but his friends cockblock you always), and during phys ed classes you try so hard with soccer but you’re really quite bad at it.

maybe it’s sae not being able to continue observing your failures that he throws you a bone.

“you need to bend your knees a little more.”

frozen stiff from the unexpected company, you awkwardly try to bend your knees further, all while staring at the ground. if sae was nice, he’d laugh and joke around with you, asking why you seemed so scared of him. but he’s not, so he only sighs and stands beside you while you try.

after a few more seconds, sae understands you don’t really understand so he moves to push down on your thigh, and by then you really freeze up, falling flat on your ass in front of him.

sae wants to laugh now, really, because it’s amusing how nervous you are. for no good reason too.

the next time sae talks to you, it’s during lunch time when he queues up behind you. on purpose. he doesn’t even usually eat from this stall, but seeing you there makes him want to mess with you a little. he purposely stands a little too close, makes himself prone to an accidental bump.

which does happen. because you’re just like that.

“oh, sor—” you stop midway as if realising it’s sae immediately dissolves you of any obliged apologies. “sorry,” you force out before whipping your attention back in front. the both of you don’t talk in that moment and sae can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

but sae continues to help you during phys ed classes, and you still try to get assigned to be his group mate. nothing groundbreaking happens during sophomore year of high school because nothing is born out of it.

nothing, except maybe a tiny bit of sae’s inexplicable emotions for you.

HIGH SCHOOL: SENIOR YEAR

sae thinks maybe you went to a shrine over the holidays. how else would he explain you finally getting partnered with him on a project? and to top it off, it’s a two-person team for the entire year.

you get him all to yourself.

the moment the teacher calls your name after his, it’s like sae can practically see your tail wagging. you manage to compose yourself when you catch him staring at you though.

it’s a little cute, if he’s being honest.

“so, what do you think our project should be about?” your voice wavers a little when you speak to him. is he that intimidating?

sae wonders what if he tries to be a dick during this project. would you be obedient or would you actually bite back?

he tries to find out.

sae shrugs and acts disinterested, staring out the window of the second floor of the library where you’d both agreed to meet to work on it together. “don’t know, don’t care, think you could handle it for us? i’ve got too many soccer trainings, too tired.”

for a split second, you’re taken aback—he sees you sitting upright a little more, blinking twice at him because surely that’s not what you imagined your crush to behave like. not when he has straight As and is almost the top of your cohort.

and for a while, sae thinks you might actually be the former; obediently listening to him, making sure he’s happy. but then you furrow your brows and clench your fists and go “itoshi sae, who do you think you are” and oh, oh, you’re not the former, you’re the latter and you’d actually kill him if he was a dick. fuck.

somehow his hands instinctively come up in surrender and his mouth opens, “i was just kidding.”

it’s almost comical how your expression softens up immediately and you laugh, and sae keeps staring at you because you actually have a really nice smile. he never really noticed it before. and when the two of you actually get started on the project, sae finds himself observing you more than actually contributing.

yeah, you’re really quite pretty.

“any plans for the summer?”

it’s now almost july and summer break is around the corner, and to be honest sae’s kind of bummed about it. it’s beyond him why not seeing you would make him disappointed, but he’s not going to try and pursue the reason. he has his training camps to worry about.

“soccer. you?”

“mmm, a short trip with my parents.”

usually sae would leave it at that, but he asks about you, and he sees that tail wagging again. “where?”

“just gonna go to hokkaido,” you tell him. and you look like you’re anticipating him to ask more, but sae’s stuck. he doesn’t really know what to ask. he’s not exactly curious as to what you’d be doing there.

so you take matters into your own hand when you swiftly grab his phone from the table, key in your number and call yourself from his phone before putting it right back. sae watches you the whole time, wondering when exactly you’d gotten this bold.

“there, now you can’t escape me even over summer break.”

and he doesn’t. because you text him about your trip when you’re there, you send him pictures of the scenery and of the food you’re eating and you’re really inconsiderate because you send him that shit when he’s stuck in soccer bootcamp with twenty-four sweaty guys who’s none the better than him.

sae can end it by all means, just by not responding to you, but for the first time, talking to someone isn’t really a pain, and he thinks you’re kind of funny and the stickers you send are kind of cute so he’ll let this continue. even if by continue he means sending mediocre, lacklustre responses that just barely manages to keep the conversation going.

(in sae’s mind at eighteen, sending replies like okay and i see are considered acceptable and subjectively considered effort.)

when summer break finally ends and it’s early september, sae finally sees you again while he walks to school. he walks a little faster just to catch up to you before he adjusts his pace, acts like it’s coincidence that he’s right beside you.

and somehow he’s made it a routine; to memorise what bus you get off of and catch you on the way to school. even if he sees you in classes and even after classes in the library.

you’re acting a little less like he’s on a podium and more like normal friends and he kind of likes that. he likes being able to see you unfiltered when you gossip, likes seeing you laugh at stupid lame jokes, likes the way you hang close to him whenever you’re beside him.

okay maybe like is a little stretching it, he doesn’t mind being able to tolerate it. or maybe he’s just in denial, whatever.

winter comes and it’s somehow the time when more girls try to talk to him, mainly because somehow the school decides to hold a winter event this year; it’s going to be held near the edge of the city, where the biggest skating rink is.

by his guess, most girls are looking for a guy to have a skating date with.

in the library during your usual meetup for the school project, sae gets more than a couple visitors trying to get him for that same reason. you eye everyone that approaches the table, and sae can’t help but notice how he actually likes when you’re pouty. maybe it’s his twisted thinking that jealousy means you’re still into him.

“itoshi-kun, i was thinking whether you wanted to go to the winter event together?” another girl from your class, mizuno, asks him, and sae is tired of it, frankly. but he doesn’t show it. he only looks at you, and you look back at him because he doesn’t usually stare for this long.

then, he looks at mizuno and rejects her.

“sorry, can’t, i’m going with y/n.”

(you get home that day being completely flustered and completely happy.)

on the day of the event, sae keeps his word. he goes with you, sticks beside you the entire time. his friends snap pictures of the two of you and you always look so embarrassed. maybe you’re just not used to all of this attention. but that’s fine, it’s cute.

one thing he learns about you is that you can be real clumsy sometimes. like now, when you get so excited over your watermelon slushie that you somehow spill it all over your jacket and clothes.

sae ends up giving you his puffy winter jacket while he braves the cold with whatever he has left. that’s fine, he’s strong. besides, getting to watch you wear his jacket the entire time feels like a bonus somehow.

he thinks by now you should confess already, but you don’t. you’re happy to stay in this bubble with him right now, whichever phase the two of you are at. so is he. it feels kind of nice.

feels especially nice when you hang onto him for dear life in the skating rink even though neither of you are moving. sae’s aware that people are staring holes into both of you but it’s strange how much he doesn’t mind when it’s with you. that’s why he holds his hands out, lets you take them, makes himself pull you along. he finds himself wishing neither of you were wearing gloves so he could feel how soft your hands are.

by the end of the day, everyone takes it that the both of you are together, even though the both of you are too avoidant to talk about it.

“hey, sae? thanks for today,” you say later that night when everything is done and you’d had the giddiest experience with sae. he’s walking you home and he doesn’t even know why; it’s a mystery to him why he keeps himself close whenever he can.

“it’s fine, i was the one who told people i was going with you, so.”

when he gets you to your front porch, you don’t go in immediately, standing right there with your back facing him, and sae wonders what’s going through your head. if only he could see the expression on your face right now, maybe he’d know.

you let him; because you turn around, giving him a big smile before you take a step forward and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, immediately turning on your heel and running into your house.

neither of you say bye, both of you are just a little too stunned to speak. sae stands out there in the cold for a little while longer, his face and ears red—he’s not even sure whether it’s from the weather or from you—but even when he starts to leave, you’re still slumped at your front door, covering your face in embarrassment, knees too weak to stand up.

there’s only one more quarter left until you graduate and sae and you both act like nothing happened that day. you still gossip unfiltered and he still listens but acts like he doesn’t.

except now instead of sitting across from you, he opts to sit directly beside you. sometimes sits a little too close just so your arms will brush against each other. sae also lets you keep his puffy jacket because you said you liked it.

you wear it throughout winter.

when graduation comes around and it’s time for sae to choose his university, he can’t help but take a peek at your screen. a smile comes to his face when he sees your first choice is the same as his. you’re smart too, he doesn’t doubt you’ll get in.

“itoshi sae, you can smile?”

sae immediately turns it into a frown. “guess not.”

you take your words back. “hey, i’m just kidding! it’s just rare… that’s all.”

so you notice him a lot then?

sure, you might not have seen him smile a lot. but that’s fine. from what sae knows, you have the entirety of your university years to possibly catch it.

UNIVERSITY: FRESHMAN YEAR

of course you enter the same university as itoshi sae. it’s not on purpose, but you’re glad you both made it here anyway.

at least knowing one friendly face is better than none.

to be honest, you’re not really sure where you and sae stand. he’s never said anything about that kiss, but he also doesn’t stay away from you. can you take that as a positive thing?

if anything, he’s even closer.

somehow, his dorms and yours are practically next door. when you open your bathroom window, you can look right into his. it happened once, by accident, and you’d caught him, shirtless with just a white towel hanging around his neck, hair damp as he brushes his teeth, the droplets of water on his abs looking very inviting.

but then he caught you staring and you’ve shut your bathroom window ever since. thankfully, he never mentions it.

being in university and staying in campus meant that you were both hanging out much more informally. and you’d think that two people at the age of nineteen who’d known each other for three years would be less awkward than this but it’s you and sae and somehow there’s always an element of awkwardness.

it’s halfway into your freshman year and you’d just watched the first match that sae’s playing for the university team. you’re a little starstruck, honestly. to think that the guy you’ve always had a crush on is this good at soccer.

he’s amazing. you’re feeling like a potato sack.

“hey, you know him right?” hime gushes.

your friends are with you, so it’s natural they ask.

mira on your left sighs, “guess we have no shot with him since he’s with y/n all the time,” she says, nudging you in the elbow.

you’re starting to regret bringing them here with all the teasing. you’re also regretting coming here yourself because you see several girls running to him asking for a picture together. some of which you recognise, some of which are the popular girls.

sae doesn’t stop them from snapping what they can, but he also doesn’t stop for them at all. instead, he saunters over to you, hime and mira wordlessly disappearing to the side.

“gimme that,” sae says, gesturing to the phone in your hand. you obey, of course, and he smirks, then he snaps a selfie with you before tossing your phone back and walking off.

the pairs of eyes on you make you half-embarrassed yet half-proud. even with this many fangirls, sae chooses to come to you.

that night sae asks you to send him the picture.

yeah, maybe you can take that as a positive thing.

freshman year after that is generally uneventful. you and sae are both trying to find your footing, with him preoccupied mostly with soccer trainings while you’re drowning in assignments and projects that have nothing to do with him.

but you still see him in the mornings sometimes, when you walk past your common room and he’s in his, and you wave at him when he’s alone so you’re not so shy, and he nods in acknowledgement before he just walks away.

one night while you’re burning the midnight oil trying to cram some accounting knowledge into your brain, you get a text from sae.

wanna get supper?

both of you end up at one of the supper spots outside of school, a little cosy shop that sells boba and ramen even after midnight.

“why’d you wanna get supper?”

sae shrugs, taking a sip of his plain water. “just bored, couldn’t sleep.”

“isn’t this soccer season? you can’t even eat anything in here, it’s definitely not passable for your diet.”

he sighs, leaning back against his chair. “so? quit whining and start eating your shit already.”

if it was some other guy you’d be rolling your eyes and storming off. but it’s sae and you know him and he thinks he’s talking normally like this. besides, when you catch his eyes flicker up to lock with yours you get a little dizzy inside.

“what’re you up so late for anyway?”

sae’s fingers are drumming lightly against the surface of the metal table, teal eyes diligently observing as you bring the strands of noodle to your lips. “told you, i couldn’t sleep.”

you find that strange; he’s always been able to sleep, no problem. and he’s strict about his eight hour sleep schedule. what could be getting to the great itoshi sae?

(sae’s lying through his teeth; having his bedroom right across from yours means he can see when your lights aren’t out. sue him for being a little concerned.)

“so, heard you and the team are going on a soccer trip somewhere in europe,” you bring up. you’d heard it from your friends, strangely, instead of sae himself.

he nods. “yeah, just a select few,” he tells you, “only if we win the tournament though, then the team’ll officially invite us over.”

so-called team you heard about is real madrid, and you’d be crazy to think that sae couldn’t help your university team win on his own.

“guess i won’t be seeing you around when you go,” you mumble idly, not completely aware of what you’re basically saying.

sae is adept at reading in between the lines, but he doesn’t probe you on it. he’s not sure he wants to. he doesn’t know what this is. do you still like him? does he like you too? all these feelings are new; sae doesn’t know what to do with it.

so he keeps it to himself. for now.

he doesn’t really do a good job at following through with it though, because on the day of the tournament finals, he looks at you and winks right as he orchestrates that winning goal for his team, and you’re left wondering if you’re imagining things.

UNIVERSITY: SOPHOMORE YEAR

the final part of your freshman year went and gone, and it didn’t go exactly how you imagined it to be. you didn’t expect to hear from sae at all when he went on his trip after that tournament.

but you did.

he replied you whenever he had the time. told you anything you asked for. even called you when you had a mini meltdown because of finals.

to be frank, you don’t know what the both of you are anymore. you’re cursing yourself for being too scared to ask.

“hey y/n, have you seen hime anywhere?”

it’s oliver asking, captain of the university’s soccer team and also hime’s current situationship. he’d started hitting her up since that first time sae played and brought attention to you and the people around you.

“yeah, she’s by the pool with mira.”

oliver leaves as soon as you tell him, and you stand awkwardly at the corner of the living room, by the full panel of glass windows, wondering if you should just go home. you’d only came because hime and mira both said you needed to experience a party at least once this year but now you’re surrounded by people making out and drunkards slipping into the pool that it makes you regret giving this a shot at all.

especially since sae’s not going to be back till tomorrow, garnering as much interest as he did during his time in spain. you really have no reason to be here.

“hey there, pretty.”

startled, you find a familiar face up close in your personal space, his finger twirling your hair. you’d recognise that head of blonde and pink anywhere.

“oh, you’re ryusei shido right? you’re on the soccer team with sae,” you think out loud, and he nods, and you can see his blonde lashes so closely it’s making you flustered.

“mhm, fwhat’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a corner? seems like a shame,” he comments, though he doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. the next thing you know, shido drags you into a drinking game with hime and mira (which is why your first instinct wasn’t to run off, if you could trust anyone it’s your best friends). although, shido is getting annoyingly close and you can’t decide if you’re nervous or annoyed.

and the heavens surely love you when they let shido draw the card that corresponds to a dare, and they love testing your boundaries when some guy called otoya dares him to kiss you.

but no, you know that the heavens really do love you when someone yanks shido’s hair back and pulls him away from your face, taking his spot in between the both of you in the bid for proximity that you don’t mind because it’s itoshi sae.

“sae, what’re you doing here? i thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow,” you ask, a little shell-shocked but you still notice he’s discerning frown and how there’s barely any space between the two of you.

he looks at you, tilting his head, “what? my girl’s not happy to see me here?”

you don’t respond. half because you think you’re dreaming and fuck—really, did he just call you his girl?

“eh? i don’t recall you having a girlfriend?” shido leers, a hand on the spot of his head where sae had pulled on earlier.

“yeah, besides, shido still has to do the dare.” otoya sounds bored more than anything, but the guy beside him, karasu, if you remember correctly, is smirking.

sae sighs, and you feel like you must’ve crossed the boundary to another dimension when you feel sae’s lips on yours, and you think you’re in limbo when you feel his hand on your neck, pulling you close. his tongue pries your lips apart and people are whistling while shido’s behind him saying get a fucking room or i’ll beat off to this.

when the object of your affection finally pulls away, you’re met with the same pair of unbothered teal eyes, the pair that immediately turns to face otoya. “there, did it for him. now move on.”

you’re beginning to thank alcohol for its existence when almost everyone obeys wordlessly, moving on to some other guy’s turn. you really can’t remember who sits on shido’s right when all you can think of is that itoshi sae, your longtime high school crush, actually kissed you.

that’s enough to warrant the question, right? the question of what sae takes you for?

the inner debate sparks long into the night, even when sae walks you back to your apartment, the both of you side by side in silence.

“sae, what was that?”

he plays coy. “what was what?”

you’re only a little tipsy, so you can still tolerate his avoidance. “you confuse me a lot, you know that?”

sae doesn’t take the bait. “oh, i see.”

“you were jealous.” he was. he really was. you can tell; he was sour to shido the entire night. he stuck close to you too, sometimes your fingers brushed against each other’s.

“so what if i was?”

this one is new. sae’s actually admitting it. and usually you’d chicken out but you can see your apartment coming into view and you don’t want to let this go.

“what am i to you, sae?” you manage to choke it out a few feet away from the door, and sae stops in his tracks, hands in his pocket and teal eyes looking heavenward.

you’re beginning to regret your decision to ask; you’re not sure if his indecision is a good or bad thing. nothing seems to be simple when it comes to itoshi sae.

but he does nothing to appease your confusion when he steps in front of you, his body pressed flush against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, and you think this one is special because it’s not done in the name of a dare or in front of anyone else. this kiss is for you and you alone and sae is doing this on purpose.

when he pulls back, you see him furrow his brows and you can tell that maybe he’s just as confused as you are.

“when i managed to get an earlier slot for my flight, all i could think about was how excited i was to see you.”

is this… a confession? you’re even more confused now that you don’t even know what to say.

to be honest, so is sae, which is why he swallows the lump in his throat and relegates to his apartment, “goodnight.”

things after that change just a little.

you’d decided to go with the flow, just because you really don’t want to sabotage whatever friendship you and sae had left, although most of the time, sae is the one toeing the line. even though he doesn’t outright tell you anything regarding his feelings.

but you think you figured him out.

sae asks you out whenever you’re both free, and not for shit like studying or errands, but for movies and dinner and he drives you around in his car and looks at you like you’re the only girl he sees. his eyes don’t wander when he’s with you, and he lets you wear even more of his jackets. it’s also evolved to his jerseys and his beloved windbreakers. you have one of each in your own closet and he never seems to ask for them back anymore. he also lets you wear his rings, puts them on your fingers randomly.

both of you still go for parties, especially when it’s one of the soccer guys who are throwing it, because they practically force sae to go and they know you’re the key to convincing him.

most of the time the two of you just laze on the couch, drinking and talking about nothing at all, and he idly plays with your fingers when he’s tipsy, something you never tell him because you like it, because you don’t want him to feel self-conscious and stop. he also smells your hair after he sends you home and hugs you before he retreats to his place, and you wonder if he’s fully sober when he does that.

you resign to getting your answer some other time, because you don’t want anything to ruin this, if this is just an illusion. yeah, you’d talking feelings some other time.

UNIVERSITY: JUNIOR YEAR

you really had no right to be, but you are. try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the way you do. especially not when she’s sitting so so close to him, when her hand brushes his fingers.

she’s just his project partner, nothing more, but something irks you about the way she can get so close to him so quickly when it took you much longer. but then you hear from shido that kaori is rin and sae’s childhood friend, so maybe that’s why they’re so damn close.

apparently, she’d gotten back to japan after ten years abroad. with great timing too, right when you thought you and sae could amount to something.

“you know, i could help you make him jealous if you wanna,” shido whispers in your ear one time when he catches you staring at them. “we’ll make him feel how you feel, m’kay?”

and while that’s tempting, you shake your head. it’s unreasonable for you to take it out on him that way, not when he hasn’t actually done anything that proves he’s just leading you on.

lately sae’s been so busy around kaori that you’re just thinking too much. you’re wondering if he’s slowly replacing you. he still talks to you over text, but you barely hang out like you did before. you still spot him through the windows, but he’s always too tired to notice you. even his texts are getting slower.

“hey, you okay?”

trust it to hime to notice your personal dilemma. you’re not really surprised though, because she’s been watching you moping for the last few weeks. she now has oliver wrapped fully around her finger, with him sticking around her all the time, which is a surprise considering his reputation.

but hime will take your side, you know this, and maybe that’s why you play it off. you don’t want her to hate sae because of a momentary feeling, so you tell her you’re just sick and you’ll go back home.

the moment you get back to your apartment, you see sae waiting out on the front, car ready while he leans against the hood, waiting.

and you might’ve asked if he was waiting for kaori, but then he looks up and sees you and smirks and that’s all you need to know that he’s not. he was waiting for you, and now he’s opening the passenger side door and telling you to “get in, stupid.”

that’s how sae is with you, impromptu and surprisingly sweet. he drives you to the pier, a cute spot right next to an amusement park where he’d gotten you some candy floss before the both of you just sits on the hood of his car, enjoying the scenery.

“why’d you suddenly bring me here?”

sae lies down, the sun hitting his face in all the right places. he’s gorgeous, you realise for what seems like the thousandth time since you’d known him.

“oliver told me you’d been a little mopey lately,” sae says, and you’re already embarrassed. “sorry if i’ve been busy lately.”

you mirror his position, lying down next to him, and it feels oddly nice like this. you’re not sure if it’s the situation or the person.

“it’s okay, i heard that kaori’s your old friend right? you guys must have a lot to catch up on.” it doesn’t stop you from feeling jealous, but it’ll pass. you hope.

sae chuckles before he turns to you, and you turn to face him too, “you’re jealous.” he smirks, and you’re reminded of the same thing you told him that first night he kissed you.

“shut up, sae.”

he laughs because you’re being pouty, and because maybe it feels a little nice to know you can feel it too. just then, he mirrors what you did way back in high school, reaching across you for your phone. except he doesn’t key in anything—he opens up your camera and takes a picture of the two of you like this, sae looking naturally handsome and better than you because you’re stunned he’s doing this, eyes wide and expression puzzled.

“what’s that for?”

sae’s still fiddling on your phone as you ask, and then he passes it back to you. he’d set it as your phone’s wallpaper.

“to remind you that you’re the one i like, idiot.”

and even though you and sae aren’t physically too close in the wallpaper, you think maybe it’s enough to tide your feelings through for now. he doesn’t ask you for anything else after that, just leaves his confession at that and sends you home before saying he has to finish up his project, aka going to find kaori.

it’s fine by you though, because now you know where sae’s head’s at, even though he never explicitly asked you anything. you’re sure he knows how you feel too, especially since you’d been the one to kiss him first that day a few years back.

but how apt for you to go to sleep early and be woken up by dozens of messages blowing up your phone, the majority of them attaching pictures at a certain party.

still pictures of sae locking lips with kaori, and you feel your heart sinking.

sae’s message comes through just as you’re scrolling through your phone.

meet me at my place? not what it looks like, i promise.

and maybe it’s because you feel like you know sae well enough that you’re not even panicking. you respond within seconds.

sure, see you!

you take the liberty of going next door, entering when one of the other guys who lives there clumsily walks in drunk. it’s easy enough to find sae’s room, you recognise it from across your own room too well. and maybe it’s a slight invasion of privacy but you can’t help but turn your attention to his desk.

his room is all neat with the occasional laundry thrown on the corner of the room, trophies and medals on the bookshelf by the table. but what catches your eye is the little pink heart-shaped post-it note that looks all too familiar.

your handwriting fills the piece of paper.

i think you’re cute and i really really like you

you could cringe right now from how cringe you were being back then. but then you realise, sae kept this? did he keep this knowing it was from you? you hear the door opening downstairs and jump back a little, accidentally pressing on his keyboard while trying to place your note back in its position, and the screensaver that greets you renders you speechless.

it’s the picture sae took of the both of you at the bleachers of his first match.

someone closes the laptop before you can think any more, and you’re greeted with sae right next to you, cheeks flushed—either from alcohol or embarrassment. you can’t really tell, but judging from the lack of alcohol stench, you’d like to bet it’s the latter.

“you have me as your wallpaper?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed he didn’t get there in time for you not to see that. “who else would i put there?”

you bite your tongue to stop yourself from instinctively saying kaori out of spite. guess you’re still a little groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

“about earlier,” sae begins, not really sure how to continue.

“you mean the pics going around of you and kaori kissing?” you’re not even mad, you’re sure there’s an explanation—that’s how much you feel you know itoshi sae. he’s not the type to bother with leading someone on; if anything, he’s probably the type to immediately cut things off if he wasn’t interested and so far, he’s always been thinking of you.

sae sighs, rubbing his temple before taking a seat on his bed. “that was fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyes closed. “she was way too tipsy and getting all up in my face and before i knew it she just—” his eyes are open now, briefly looking at you before looking away, hiding behind the sides of his soft locks, “she kissed me. i was stunned for a little so…”

you snicker a little, because sae looks so different from how he usually looks—aloof, ignorant, arrogant. now he looks like a puppy who’s been kicked to the side and you can’t help but notice the difference.

“sae… why are you telling me this?”

screw his indecisiveness, if it was in the first place. you want his answer now, up straight. and sae seems to know what you’re thinking because he chuckles, relieved because he can read your tone—you’re not angry, not upset, you trust him somehow and it’s only because despite what you think, you know him better than anyone else.

“fuck off, y/n, you already know,” and he says this affectionately because you can feel the tenderness in the way he says your name, in the way he invites you into his arms—the way he pulls you close and lets you sit facing him on his lap. “you gonna be my girlfriend now or what?”

your lips are so so close and you’re both holding back so so much. “mmm i don’t know, itoshi sae, what if i wanna see you beg me for it?”

“god, i hate you,” he says, without meaning it. it’s the first time you’re actually feeling how strong he is, because he lifts you up from the back of your thighs and throws you on his bed as he hovers over you, a little squeal leaving your lips at the unexpected gesture. “hm, kinda like that sound you make.”

he’s saying it so monotonously that you’re embarrassed. “shut up, sae, before i leave.”

“that’s cute, you think you’d actually leave me,” he teases, and you curse yourself for finding that slight condescending tone of his hot. “but hey, really, be my girlfriend.”

“you asking me that after kissing another girl?” you act shocked, acutely aware of how his fingers are all intertwining with yours, your hands on either side of your head, sae pinning you down. if anyone walked in now, they’d get the wrong idea of what you two are doing. for sure. but you try to act unbothered, you don’t want to boost his ego even more.

sae leans down to press his forehead against yours, and you’re hoping your heart doesn’t leap out of your chest because he’d definitely feel it. “shit timing, i know. but you’re the only one i want, so.”

he’s pretty shit at talking emotions, you realise. and then you realise that this only works because you’re equally good at reading his. despite his reluctance to talk emotions, he shows you how special you are, constantly.

many girls want him, but you’re the one he spends most of his time with. you’re the one with his actual clothes in your closet and his rings on your fingers. you’re the one sae kisses and willingly so, the only one who’s on his wallpaper reminding him of what he’ll have each time he comes home.

“i told kaori i liked you and no one else too,” sae continues explaining, though he really doesn’t need to. you listen anyway. “she got mad and stormed off but shit, i don’t care. only care about you.”

and he’s pretty forthcoming with his feelings when he wants to be and that’s enough for you. you squeeze his fingers lightly and smile at him.

you don’t have to hear any more to know.

“i love you too, itoshi sae.”

the way he marks you that night lets you in on everything you need to know.

UNIVERSITY: SENIOR YEAR

six years.

it’s been six years since you’d first had a crush on itoshi sae. and now you’re his girlfriend, always in the front row for every match and the object of most of his fangirls’ hatred. that’s okay though, none of that matters.

whenever you come back home to your (shared) apartment now, it’s like all your worries melt away into the void, and sae reminds you just how much you mean. even if his pet names are less than swoon-worthy at times.

“you really need to stop posting shit like this,” you deadpan, showing sae your phone screen. it’s a picture of you asleep in the morning, drooling on his bare shoulder.

sae blinks, acting coy like he always does. “what? it’s cute.”

“you’re insufferable, itoshi.”

sae ignores that, switching the subject. “hey, you have any goals for your twenties?”

you hum, pondering. “well, i guess if i could do what i want, i’d travel the world,” you pause, sitting up on the sofa and looking at him. “why?”

it’s the last year of university, and the both of you are finishing your degrees, with the possibility that sae might be getting a contract with one of the overseas clubs. you’re not really sure; there’s a few of them who’ve expressed interest, but you’d always let sae think through it on his own.

does his question have something to do with that?

“was thinking i wanted to take you along if you wanted to come with,” sae half explains, because he’s bad with details like that. he continues when he spots your confusion, “if you wanted to explore wherever i decided to go.”

oh, he means he wants to take you along to wherever he decided to go. you’re flattered, honestly.

“you mean, the itoshi sae wants to bring me wherever he goes, huh?” sae is already turning red, sensing your big head. “you offering to be my sugar daddy too?”

sae sighs. “you’re so stupid, i swear,” he complains, his words lacking any bite because he’s rubbing circles onto your arms. “you said you found some remote jobs right? thought we could make use of that and just go wherever together.”

after six years, you finally see sae trying to plan a future where the both of you are together. he loves soccer, but he loves you too, and you’re not the kind of person who’d make him choose, so you appreciate his compromises instead.

“itoshi sae, i’ll follow you wherever you go.”

he presses a hasty kiss on your lips, “good, ‘cause i plan on keeping you forever.”

you grin, pulling him down to you and kissing him even deeper, “i’ll hold you to your words, then.”

sae smiles against your lips. because he knows he got lucky with you, lucky you were there at the right moment, slipping your love letter into his locker. lucky you continued to like him, lucky you knew how to put him in his place whenever. lucky you’re you and you love him.

maybe he’s always liked you, even back in freshman year of high school when he realised how kind you are, how gentle you could be. you looked pretty in the sun that day, when he first saw you trying out soccer in the yard and falling flat on your ass. you didn’t notice him back then but he noticed you, not that you knew. sae didn’t try anything because he was sure it’d fail. but who knew all it took for his mind to change was a simple nudge from you?

he’s pretty sure that you’re his human manifestation of a forever.

“when the time comes, just say yes.”

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Perhaps when you’re ready can you write a Ghost and Soft!Reader and their child?😭❤️ I love your writing by the way!❤️❤️

Hello friend!! This is such a cute idea to go along with the soft!Reader series!! I'm so happy with how well received that post is and I'm loving everyones comments and ideas (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ Hope you enjoy this one, thank you for requesting and I'm glad you like my writing!! (I put aside my final paper for class so I could post this today o_o)

I guess this is kinda a series now so chronologically it goes Soft!Reader post, Ghost getting secretly married post, then this one!

|| Ghost and Soft!Reader with a Child ||

Warnings: cursing, labor mentions, some angst

Ghost had been on deployment when you found out you were pregnant

You were shocked an unsure of how Ghost was going to react when he found out

but also really excited

Despite the two of you doing video calls whenever he could, you kept it a secret until he got back from deployment

You put the pregnancy test in a small gift box and wait for him to arrive

You are filled with anxiety all day, worried about what his reaction would be

When he comes in, you can already tell he is extremely tired so you don't want to bombard him immediately

So you hug him when he comes through the door, pull up his balaclava, and give him a few soft kisses

He immediately relaxes, happy to be home

You instruct him to go take a shower and he goes without fuss

When he comes back out in a simple black t-shirt and sweats, his wedding band still attached to its chain hanging from his neck, you feel your heart skip a beat

"Sit down," You instruct

"Awful bossy this evening, aye?" He teases, but does it anyway, small smile on his maskless face

"Hush!"

You present the small box to him, biting your lower lip nervously

He raises an eyebrow, large hands coming up over the box as he shifts his eyes between it and you

He opens it gently, staring at the small device for a moment before his eyes widen

"Your...."

Sets the box aside and immediately stands

"Your being serious?"

You simply nod and his eyes shift down to your stomach before he grabs you into a hug

He would be scared and distant at first, he would need time to process

I do think he would be good with kids

Once you two talk it out, he would become completely on board

Ghost is a girl dad, fight me

Would be so nervous when he goes to appointments with you

He Is so used to the good things in his life being taken away,

When he learns its a girl, he becomes slightly uneasy

He's not sure how he's gonna be with a kid period but knowing its a girl? He is terrified

Nonetheless, he finds himself buying things that he thinks you would like for the baby anyway

would hate it if he had to go back onto deployment before the baby is born

You reassure him you'll be fine and he reassures you he will be back for the birth

An ultrasound picture is placed alongside the picture of you in his breast pocket

Eventually tells his team he's going to have a baby and they are in shock, even more so than before

Imagine you go into labor early and he almost misses it

He shows up still in uniform (minus the weapons bc there isn't anyway he is getting into a hospital with all that on) and black grease paint still smudged around his eyes

But, damnit, he's there

Is scared shitless during labor

He doesn't want anything to happen to either of you

But you deliver the baby and it's handed to him and she looks so small in his hands o(*////▽////*)q

Tears fill his eyes and he feels his cold heart thaw a little more

He gets leave for a little while to take care of you and the baby

He doesn't want to leave you two but you reassure him that you know his work is important

You make him promise to always come back to the two of you

The little girl grows up looking up to Ghost a lot and he feels he doesn't deserve it but loves it anyway

Whenever he comes back, he wants to spend as much time with the two of you as possible

He sends her letters that you read to her before bed

She helps you make care package and includes her drawings

A third picture is put into the pocket, one with all three of you

He brags about all of his daughters accomplishments to his teammates

Imagine one day he decides to surprise her at school when he comes back home

So after you drop her off, you go and pick Ghost up

The two of you go to her school and the teacher sends her to the principal's office

Ghost is waiting there with you, uneasy about being around so many people but when he sees his little girl? He is GONE

She comes in and immediately brights, running to her dad

Immediately drops to his knees to hug her when she comes running at him

Hugs her so close, then stands and goes over and grabs you too

He has never been this happy to be home

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Hi Hi Hi! I saw your requests were open and thought I'd send you an ask. I read your yan general Hc's and fell in love. I was wondering if you could do some more, specifically further into life being married to him. You know truly settling down into a domestic life with him. Maybe the couple having a little girl who looks just like her mother (which increases his protectiveness ten fold) I can imagine reader reading to them both at night and it just being really sweet😭 I feel like yan general would sleep so soundly next to his wife and child. Anyways thank you if you get to this and I hope you're doing well ❤️❤️

Yandere! General x Female Reader Asks 2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Reader is specifically going to be Female in this post!!!

Asks 1

Yandere! General has you exactly where he wants you to be. He loves that when he comes, you’re always there sitting patiently waiting for him. As your husband, he provides you with all your demands as long as they aren't unreasonable in his eyes. Such as trying to leave the house while he’s not around or trying to get a job. Yandere! General believes that he’s the one who should be providing you with everything. The only thing that you should be is sitting still and looking pretty.

He absolutely adores it when you cook for him. He’ll never admit it out loud but enjoys it when he wakes up and is greeted by a meal made by you. He always tells you that you don’t have to cook for him because that’s what the servants are for but in his heart he’s jumping for joy.

Even during marriage he’s still very protective over you. He gets annoyed when you talk to other people while you're out on dates. Now imagine how much more protective he would be if you were pregnant. There is absolutely no way that he’s letting you out of the mansion. Say goodbye to the grass because you won’t be seeing that for a while. Honestly, he won’t even let you take a set out into the backyard garden.

He’d definitely be with you one hundred of the way during the pregnancy. Yandere! General would make sure that he’d be assigned jobs that wouldn’t require him to go outside or anywhere for too long. Anything that you wanted that could be bought, he’d get it for you right away. Any food craving that you had would be satisfied right away. Would hire a world class chef, the best doctor, and the best midwife in the world for you. He wants this pregnancy of yours to be as comfortable as possible.

Yandere! General makes sure to monitor your health daily and is holding up your hair when you vomit from morning sickness. He despises seeing you in so much pain. Would definitely make sure that this is your last pregnancy unless you wanted more kids. When you're heavily pregnant he tells you not to get up from bed and that if you need to go somewhere he’d just simply carry you. He’d give you back massages to relieve your pain and oftentimes caresses your stomach.

He makes a nursery room with you. Wants to make sure that everything is safe for the baby when it gets here and that everything is baby proofed. Gives you the creative freedom to design the room however you like. Wouldn’t disagree with anything you say and would just nod in approval.

When you're giving birth he’s a nervous wreck, even more than you. He can’t think straight and is pacing around the room. There are so many thoughts going through his head and he just hopes that you’re okay after this. The minute the baby was born he found out it was a girl and couldn’t help but stare for a while. For the first time ever since meeting you he was in awe. He couldn’t believe that such a cute baby was born and one that looked like her mother. He was instantly in love and pledged to protect this new family of his.

He’s such a helicopter parent. It’s honestly probably because your daughter looks exactly like you that he loves her so much. He’s so gentle and caring. There is an immense look of love whenever he gazes upon you or your child. Your kid is definitely going to grow up to be a daddy’s girl.

Oftentimes there would be many nights where you read to your daughter and he’d be right beside you. On this night your daughter was being extra cranky so you both decided to bring her into your room.

“… and the knight slayed the dragon and then got married to the princess. In which they lived happily ever after. The end.”

Setting down the book you gaze at both your child and husband. The both of them were asleep as your husband had a protective arm around your baby. No longer hearing your voice, Yandere! General opens one eye and hands you the baby. Once the baby was in your hold he grabbed you by the waist and dragged you towards his chest. That night, the both of you slept soundly and peacefully.

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They ARE girl dad!Sirius thoughts (because of course he’s a girl dad)

- god ok just imagine this man holding a baby… like just holding his tiny baby girl in his arms and she looks even smaller than normal and he needs to be holding or looking at her 100% of the time otherwise he goes insane

- he loves to spoil his baby girl, like even before she can talk if she looks at something in a store, it’s hers because how could he ever say no to her when she’s so perfect? And he definitely talks to her like she’s an adult, sitting on the couch with her cradled in his arms like “can you believe what James said, that bastard?” and she’ll babble in response and he’s like “I knew you’d understand” (her first word is definitely a curse word but the two of you find it hilarious)

- once she gets a little bigger, he loves carrying her around in those chest carrier things so that his hands can be free but he still gets to stay close to his baby, like you come home and he’s in the kitchen and your daughter is strapped to his chest and she just has this giant baby grin on her face

- she’s a total daddy’s girl, like literally all she wants is to be just like Sirius when she grows up, and she loves drawing on her arms to give herself tattoos to look “just like daddy!” and you can’t even be upset at all because it’s just so cute

- he’s definitely shockingly amazing at doing hairstyles, like of course because his hair is longer he’s pretty skilled but these are like professional-grade hairstyles on his daughter and they always look so perfect and it’s his favorite part of the day when the two of them just get to sit together (until she starts grumbling about him pulling her hair too hard and then he feels awful for the next few hours)

- like he would literally do anything for his baby girl, and his daughter is definitely in the same, like when parents in her class start talking shit about the two of you because you’re so much younger (like Lily/James when they canonically had Harry) and Sirius doesn’t look very stereotypical dad with his piercings and tats and leather jacket but this little girl is ready to physically fight anyone who insults her parents, child or adult

- around the holidays she gets so spoiled but like she’s so perfect so she deserves it, and your house is always decorated and so cozy and the three of you bake cookies together and decorate your tree as a family and obviously you get your daughter lots and lots of gifts but she also gets things for you two, whether she makes them or sneaks off with one of you to go to the store to pick something out for the other

There are more hehehe but all in all just like Sirius being the best dad ever even though he’s terrified of becoming just like his parents (don’t think of all the times during your pregnancy when he broke down about not being a good father and it definitely didn’t stop after your daughter was born but he is the best dad in the world regardless of what he thinks)

Omg YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!

He def does break down a lot while you’re pregnant, more so when you hit pregnancy milestones like feeling the kicks. He starts panicking when he feels the pressure of the foot against his hand.

“What if I mess her up?” He whispers, tears in his eyes as your daughter keeps kicking. “What if I’m like them?”

You hold his face, looking at him all sad and your heart cracks open as you whisper, “You won’t mess a thing up. Not a thing.”

That all proves true when your daughter, Daphné is born. Sirius’ heart expands so much he can’t breathe when he holds her. From then on they’re inseparable and she’s Sirius’ entire world.

His little Daphné is a fighter! The moment anyone says anything about you or her daddy, she’s ready to tussle, even at five. You and Sirius have been called into school more than you care to admit because Daphné likes shoving kids off swing sets when they talk about you and him.

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Suddenly getting emotional thinking about Jamil and how his life was chosen for him when he was born. If he would take the chance to leave his position if he could- if he'd feel lost with his newfound freedom or resentment at all his skills that, while he's great at them, were gained because he served Kalim.

I wonder how it is that others can't notice Jamil, how others can see him as just Kalim's shadow, how anyone can say, "Just have Jamil do it." And then there's you, who will look past Kalim to look for Jamil. You, who can ignore Kalim unintentionally because your staring at and daydreaming about Jamil. When you ask something of Jamil, you're not asking because it's his duty as a servant or tossing him some task while not caring if he can do it or not- we ask specifically for him because we know he can do it.

And trying to imagine how Jamil would be able to see the difference. How he'd be used to not really being seen- the name Jamil is not an individual, just the name for a faceless, identity-less thing in the background who's supposed to live for others. How he is confused when you show up at the dorm and brush off Kalim's friendly advances because you came specifically for Jamil. How you invite him to be on the other social side that he's always served- "Jamil, you haven't eaten yet, come join us!", "Jamil, you keep doing homework, I can go get that for Kalim", "Leave it for someone else to clean up, we weren't the ones responsible in the first place."

How those sitting with Kalim don't even register that he's in the room, but when it's you, your whole face lights up when you spot him. How you can't look away from his face until you've given him a smile that's brimming with your love for him. And how foreign this feels to Jamil, but maybe he doesn't hate it.

(Aka how I hadn't fully understood how Jamil felt because I acknowledged him as an individual from the start and didn't think properly about how he's typically seen as just an object in the Al-Asim household)

anon.............anon you should open a writing blog. like. i am at a loss. because you put into words the inexplicable sadness that i feel about jamil... this is so perfect that i don't think i'll be able to add much onto it, but i'll try anyway. maybe we'll take jamil's perspective, since you wrote so in depth about the prefect's perspective....

of course, your existence kind of greatly irritated jamil—at first. especially after you ruined his perfect plan to take over scarabia....but that doesn't matter now. now, he's perplexed.

he thought that you would avoid him like the plague, especially after all that he subjected you to during winter break. but instead, he started noticing you. it did help that you had a literal flaming cat next to you at all times, but he started seeing you a whole lot more.

and he felt like you were seeing him.

usually, he would wait on the side in busy hallways as kalim chattered happily with his classmates, waiting to deliver him to his next class. but he found that he was the one being sought out by you. which was weird, everyone had always wanted to talk to kalim, not him. but there you were, asking him mundane questions like how did he make that potion so easily? (practice, he answered.) what did he have for lunch? (kalim's favorite shawarmas. no, he didn't have extras.)

and he wouldn't be lying if he wasn't waiting for a certain question. one where you would ask him for a favor of some sort, and where he would have to don a mask and agree to whatever they wanted but... that question never came. he heard grim hollering for you, and just like that you were gone. huh. now that was new.

jamil noticed it happening more and more as time went by, especially as your visits to the scarabia dorm increased. at first he thought you visited solely for the food. which would mean more work for him. but he found that you weren't with kalim most of the time. rather you were rejecting kalim's proposals for holding feasts quite effectively.

instead you came to him, sometimes for a quick chat, sometimes you'd ask if he needed help. (he would always say no, the response trained into him for years upon years) but you would insist anyway, and he always found a small smile on his face whenever he was faced with your antics. (of course, he tried hard to make sure to hide those smiles behind a carefully placed hand)

jamil didn't really know when "resenting you" became "tolerating you" and he was even more clueless on how that feeling had evolved into "being fond of you".

maybe it was the time where you pushed him right past a messy-looking scarabia lounge, claiming that it wasn't his mess to clean up. or maybe it was one of the times where he was about to bunk basketball practice because kalim had called, and you said you could could meet kalim on his behalf. or maybe the time you pulled him into the school kitchens to show off lopsided-looking vada pavs that you made from one of the cookbooks he lent you.

maybe it was all the little things.

but around you, he didn't feel like "jamil viper, firstborn of the viper family" or "jamil viper, attendant to kalim al asim". no, he felt like "just jamil viper".

and maybe that's why jamil doesn't stop it when he felt that fondness turning into something brighter and more explosive. maybe that was why he started going to you— sitting next to you in your shared classes, bringing you snacks he made during lunch, or even visiting ramshackle. he found that he couldn't get enough of spending time with you. and jamil found that he didn't hate that.

(though jamil never said it outloud, you could see it in the way his eyes sparkled when he was with you, as cliche as it sounded. though his expressions remained schooled, there was something there that told you that jamil viper really, truly cared about you.)

n e ways, that's it for me. i hope you enjoyed reading my addition anon,,,,even though idk if you'll even see this since it's been so long. but i thoroughly enjoyed that sudden jamil brainrot ^^

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crush!

๑.pairings: draco x fem!reader

๑.genre: fluff, crack, no voldy au + sfw !!

๑.synopsis: just draco having a crush on you! and the slytherin gang has some plan of their own amusement to it.

๑.warnings: grammatical errors, rushed ending (?) AHHAHHA

๑.status + house: pure-blood (but born in the muggle world), hufflepuff

๑.wc: 4.1k

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From the slytherin prince himself, he was known for his attitude. Calling out half-bloods, and mostly the muggle-borns, calling them such names as: “mudbloods”. And he really thinks that the world revolves around him sometimes, but then you came. A hufflepuff that has the same class as him in herbology class, and happens to be standing beside him during class. You were quiet and reserved, from what he has observed, you only talk when it’s necessary.

Everyone may all know that he doesn’t do dirty works like, holding dirt, sitting on the grass or even the ground itself, and he is afraid of bugs like what happened in his first year detention with the golden trio in the forbidden forest at night.

Funny thing is, you started correcting him one time and it got on his nerves. But the truth is, you were actually right about it. When the class finished, he caught you crouching and happened to tie your black boots. As far as he can remember, that was not in the proper school uniform rules. Then he laughed at you for having those boots because you couldn’t “afford” such proper shoes for the uniform. Then the next day of the class, you weren’t there anymore. At first he just brushed it like it was nothing. Then the following days of herbology class without you, he was now all grumpy. Even his friends couldn’t even get to make him feel better. He kept eyeing you on the hufflepuff table in the great hall or even during his quidditch match against the other houses.

The only person he could come to ask for something was Blaise. As soon as he confronted this to him, Blaise let out a small chuckle. He confronted Draco that he was having a  crush on you, to which he denied and proceeded to explain about purity of pure-bloods, the sacred 28, and the muggle borns.

And, he found himself lying on the infirmary, with his friends surrounding him and he gritted his teeth to remember him and Harry, chasing over the snitch. 

“Excuse me,” the familiar voice made him stop looking like a grumpy kid. His friends gave way to see you. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail and with just yu white shirt and the uniform you had, and you were holding something. Blaise looked at him and raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to draco to whisper something.

“It looks like your nurse is here,” he gave him a  coy smile and left, “take care of the prince,” Blaise looked at you.

“Blaise!” Draco said, his heartbeat won't stop beating fast as you went closer to him. Blaise looked back and waved goodbye and left the room. The room was silent, way too silent. You placed the medicine beside the counter.

“Let me see your arm,” you instructed. He looked at you with his eyebrows, scrunching. You sighed and gestured your hands to hold his broken arms. A few seconds later, he obliged.

You started on removing his robe and the arm gear, “You know, you’re kinda being reckless during the game.” you started a conversation. Your touch against him made him tense as ever.

“I am not. Blame Potter for that,” he replied. You chuckled, “ah, it's always potter. You know, i kind of thought that you fancied him."

He was furious, how can he be fancied by someone like potter? “That’s absurd! Why would I even do that?! And besides, I have one that I fancy.” oh boy.

You looked at him with a surprised expression. “She must be lucky then,” you commented. 

He smirked, “of course she is.”

As soon as you changed the bandage on his arm, you gave him a medicine to which he complained about the flavour. “Yuck! What is this rubbish?”

“Don’t expect medicines to have the same taste as pumpkin juice,” you deadpanned, “and stay there until the end of the day, madam pomfrey will take a look over at your arm.” you instructed him.

“You clearly did a good job over mending my arm l/n,” he said. With the sudden praise he said, he saw your widened eyes and blushed a little and you shook your head immediately, “no. I refuse, you stay there and wait for madam pomfrey.” you insisted. And he stayed.

It was only 4 hours later, madam pomfrey arrived at the infirmary. "Goodness me miss y/n i apologise for the delay," she walked towards draco and took a look at the bandage, "hmm, i see, well done miss y/n you did a good job on mr. malfoy's bandage. We can go on to the next lesson," she gave you a book, "Mr. Malfoy and Miss y/n, you two may go for dinner, just come back here for tomorrow's check up and training." 

The door closed behind the two of you. You were holding your robe and wore it as you two walked down to the stairs. The silence is killing him. Maybe Blaise was right after all. Maybe he has a crush on you despite being a muggle born. 

"So uh, what does the muggle world look like?" He asked, you turned your head in his direction. You dramatically gasped, "w-wow, the slytherin prince is interested in the muggle world!"

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Geez, okay okay,"

Soon, you began to talk about your world, the transportation, how telephones work, and the people, you even included your parents. But somehow, he seems intrigued. Especially the oh, so famous romeo and juliet story and also the music you like to listen to.

Surprisingly, the weather at Hogwarts is a bit hot. You never knew why. You just went into your first class, which is potion class. Just when you went inside, you can already feel like sleeping in this class. No matter how hard you try to listen to the procedures, you end up dozing off and get scolded by professor snape. It's not your fault you go back late to your dorms due to the lesson you had with madam pomfrey.

"If you want I can let you borrow my book, if you want to of course," you both were almost at the great hall, "i'll think about that," he replied. 

"don't be reckless next time. see you around i guess," you bid a goodbye and fasten your pace to get inside first. A couple of seconds, he went in and sat down on his table where his friends were.

You stood on the corner and placed down your cauldron, books, parchment, and quill. The first 20 minutes was fine, until you started to doze off like you used to. A poke on your side made you jolt and yelped at the sudden touch. You looked behind to see Malfoy behind the other table, "what?" You asked.

He looked sideways and leaned a bit to you, "you were dozing off," he whispered.

"what?" You whispered back, "I can't hear you!", you whisper-yelled.

"Five points taken from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for talking in class," the voice of professor snape made you both freeze at the moment, you both looked at him and stared at you two. You both looked at your book immediately to avoid any more deductions. Blaise on the other hand chuckled at himself.

Five minutes ago…

"Open your books on lage 365." Snape instructed the slytherin table and most of the tables followed and began to read at the new potion that they were all working on. Draco, who was writing on his parchment for the materials needed, blaise tapped on his book to get his attention.

"What?" He asked. Blaise pointed at you. Your head was slowly going down and up, probably dozing off in class. 

"It looks like Miss Nurse didn't sleep well," he teased.

"So?"

"So?" Blaise countered.

The two had a deadpanned look on each other. Professor Snape has started walking around the class to see who is working well. Draco looked at you, sleeping so peacefully while standing. Without thinking, he poked your side, making you jolt and yelped a bit. It was cute. 

Back to the present…

Too bad, Snape has taken 5 points from slytherin. He was disappointed. But what's more irritating to him is that, balise was chuckling on his side. Blaise wrote something on his parchment and passed it silently to draco. He took the paper from Blaise and read the small note.

'Bloody hell, you're totally whipped for her!'

And he crumpled the paper and continued his work.

He was called to do their routines, and started their training, he kept stealing glances at you. He drove faster because he was unable to tell Cormac to go away from you. But instead, he let the ball fly over your side, hoping it could hit Cormac, but well… let's just say his calculations were wrong. You got hit in the head instead, leaving you unconscious. He immediately flew towards you. He gave Cormac a sharp glare and took you to the infirmary. 

The next time he met you, was at the quidditch fields, you were working on something on the side, all alone. Perfect timing to show off and just to see you on the side. But his little perfect imagination was ruined when Cormac McLaggen went up to you and sat down beside you. He never held his broom way tight before. The way your face made a face that showed no interest in his talks, he was a bit relieved. 

It was his first time letting someone ride on his broom.  At The same time while he was flying, he could help but to have that grin he was used to showing. Who would ever think of him carrying you after all. Well, the golden trio saw him, and some students too. Ron was raising his eyebrow and looked at his other friends who were also confused, "bloody hell, I feel sorry for the girl," he commented. But Hermione was quick to make a move and smacked him with the newspaper on her hand.

He has successfully put you down on the bed, madam pomfrey was worried and told draco to get back to practice, but he didn't listen. Giving her an excuse of what you did before, and he was now trying to "pay back" what you did. And of course madam pomfrey was not the type to get fooled very easily. She knows.

It wasn't that long, you soon woke up. But you can still feel the pain on your forehead. Your view was blurry, you started to blink slowly, hoping the blurriness will be gone in no time.

"Merlin, Merlin. lay down, seriously."

With an annoyed voice you said, "For the love of Merlin, McLaggen, I told you many times, I'm not going out with you on hogsmeade." He looked at you with both of his eyes, squinting. "Do I look like McLaggen to you?" he asked.

You turned your head to see Malfoy beside you, "thank merlin, i thought he followed me here," you sighed in relief. "Did you? Carry me all the way here?" You asked. As you saw him wearing his quidditch uniform, you suddenly remembered what happened to you. How tragic. 

"I feel obligated, and don't even think that I do this because I care." He replied.

"Pfft-"

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just you seem to have a problem talking with your feelings aren't you? I feel bad for the girl you fancied. She may be lucky but Merlin, you should try to be more not in denial," you advised, "you may never know. The results may surprise you, you know or whatever and go on being that prince."

Then you should feel bad for yourself then!

Madam pomfrey arrived and gave you medications and released you. 

Both of you once again were at the door of the infirmary. Just like before, but this time, you were the one who got treated. Same as ever, you both went down on the stairs.

The same question kept running through his head. It's now or never, "about McLaggen—"

"Don't speak his name please, he's giving me the chills"

"May I ask why?"

You stopped walking, your face formed into disgust, "because, he's been bothering me for the last month and up until now, it all started in herbology, he kept looking at me, and i feel… disturbed. Then, he was always waiting for me outside every end of class! I could reason that I have a boyfriend but truthfully and obviously I don't have one!"

Draco has a thought of his own. You didn't get upset with him, you were avoiding someone! He thought that you were upset because he teased you. You were busy walking back and forth and started to ramble. For some reason, he finds it entertaining. He stood there and crossed his arms, waiting for you to realise.

"Why don't I help you?"

You stopped. "What?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you meant, but help? About what?"

He rolled his eyes and walked towards you, "you said you want him to get away, and i'm here being this kind," he smirked.

Your mouth was open. In your thoughts, the one and only Draco malfoy is offering to help you.

"Sure, if it means to get him away from my life, I'll accept it." You gestured for a handshake, "but do remember that I need to have something in return," he held your hands and shook it as a form of agreement. "What is the 'something' that you want in return?" You asked.

"Soon enough I'll tell you," he answered. You both once again walked towards the great hall to eat dinner. But what you didn't expect is that as soon as you both were at the door, he rested his arm over your shoulder and his face was more proud, as if it's the usual thing that he has been doing. Meanwhile you, you were surprised. You can feel your cheeks burning. The longer his arm was on your shoulder, your head was slowly going down because of the embarrassment. 

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" You said in a shaky voice.

"What? You said that you wanted my help?" He innocently asked. Draco raised an eyebrow. You both entered the great hall, everyone’s gaze fell on you, mostly. They started whispering in each other’s ear. “M-malfoy look! They have started talking about us!” you whisper-yelled. He led you to the hufflepuff table and patted your head and gave you a coy smile, leaving you all red. Your friends wiggled their eyebrows and began teasing you, “you and malfoy huh? Details please!” they happily said.

Meanwhile, He went back to the great hall to see his friends looking at him. Theo was the first one to ask him, “you and the hufflepuff girl?” he smirked. Blaise on the side smirked too, “No wonder you ditched your practice earlier.”

“Ditched the practice?” a voice from the side revealing pansy. “That’s so unlike you,” she teased.

He groaned and lifted his head to look at your table, you were still being bombarded by your friends' constant teasing and questions. What he didn’t know was that he was smiling.

Pansy noticed it, “bloody salazar, you’re way too whipped for her!” she gasped. Blaise laughed, “like I said in potions class,” he added.

“She’s a muggle born right?”

Theo’s question made them freeze, “she was but her parents are both pure blooded.” Draco answered. Another gasp came out from pansy’s mouth, “you seem like a creep draco. How come you knew this all along?” she asked.

“We talked from my last game that I got from my trip to the infirmary and she helped me mend my arm.” he simply told them. By the tone of his voice, there was no holding back and just simply said the truth, leaving them speechless.

After the dinner, they all went back to the common room and sat down on the sofa. Theo Pansy and Blaise were sitting on the sofa while Draco went up to his dorm and began working on his essays. “I bet 15 galleons if the Hufflepuff girl kisses him first.” pansy announced.

The boys looked at her with a smirk on their faces. “I bet 20 galleons if Draco kisses her,” Theo said. “I agree with Theo,” Blaise added. Pansy smirked, “I'll make it 25, then it’s a deal.”

“What are you three doing there?”

Daphne’s voice made them freeze.

Theo signalled Daphne to come over. “We’re betting on Draco and the Hufflepuff girl on who kisses first. Wanna bet?” he asked. Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “Sure,” she agreed, “how much?”

“25 gallons if the girl made the move or 20 for Draco”

“25 for the girl, you never know girls can be unpredictable too you now,” he said and pansy and her high five-d.

You nodded. "He does. Thank you Malfoy, if you want I'll treat you to three broomsticks, if you're up to that of course." You offered.

“This will be fun.” Theo laughs.

The following day, He walked you to class in potions. You were still overwhelmed by what happened yesterday. He leaned on to your ear before walking to his seat  "looks like McLaggen finally stopped." 

"Seems tempting," he commented. You rolled your eyes playfully. "The offer still stands," you added.

Snape entered the classroom with his robe swaying behind as he walked to the front. You and everyone followed and Snape began the lesson. At the end of class, you separated yourself from Draco and went ahead. But to your dismay, McLaggen was leaning against the wall. You stopped your tracks and decided to go back. But he was too fast. He grabbed your robe and you muttered something under your breath.

"Never knew you and Draco, huh." He says. As much as you wanted to say that it was all fake, but you can't.

On the weekends, you completely hide yourself, you would avoid your friends, and even malfoy, who is helping you. You went to honeydukes, and you were wearing a full black outfit. And to be honest, black is the most attractive yet powerful clothing statement to be known. With your usual doc marten boots that your parents bought you a year ago, and a black dress and a black coat to match, you were holding some chocolate treats for you to eat later to study.

"Like I told you! Go bother someone else, I'm tired of you following me, asking me to go out with you when I'm not!" You angrily said. 

He walked closer to you. "Like I'll bloody believe that you have an actual boyfriend to begin with,  and I know it's fake l/n." He smirked. You yanked your robe and began to walk away from him by fastening your pace.

You looked sideways to see Mclaggen, to your luck, he wasn’t here. You breathed out and walked towards the counter and paid for the chocolate you just just bought. “That would be 5 galleons,” the woman said. You opened your wallet and to your dismay, you only had 4 galleons. You cursed at yourself for not bringing your entire money that you have been saving and was left in your dorm. 

“Uh, i’ll just put these back—” as you turned around and a hand reached on the counter. You looked to see who it was, it was Draco Malfoy. “I’ll pay for them,” he said.

“Wha- ?! hey! malfoy!” you were surprised to see him. Both of you locked your gaze upon each other. He wore this all black suit that contrasts his pale skin and his platinum hair colour. 

It was his first time seeing you in casual clothes. You were wearing all black and your usual boots. If he's not gonna lie, you look dashing on it. You first went outside and so was he. 

"I could've put those back and laid them myself malfoy," you told him.

He scoffed lightly. "Come on, that was just a small bill, nothing too expensive."

You rolled your eyes, "yeah, like you know the word 'expensive'." He laughed at your own joke. He then asked, "by the way, why are you avoiding me? Was I supposed to help you right?"

You groaned, "I know, it's just—" you pulled him onto the alley beside honeydukes, "McLaggen knows that all of it was fake." You stated. He rolled his eyes, "that git." He mumbled.

"So am i gonna do the next step just for him to stop bothering you?" He asked. You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know. and besides, why are you helping me?" You asked. 

"Isn't that obvious? Because I wanted to." He replied.

You shook your head. "No, is there a hidden meaning to it?"

He groaned.

You kept looking at your shoes, not knowing what to say. You looked away from his gaze as you tried to think about an excuse and hide in your common room or anywhere. 

You kept on fidgeting your own thumb with your index finger, "i gotta go now," you excused yourself. When you were about to go out from the alley with Malfoy, you saw McLaggen walking by. You immediately went back to the alley. Surprisingly, Malfiy was still there and saw you panicking.

"I'm so sorry for this but-" when he was about to ask why, you landed your lips on his. You were on your tip-toes because he was taller than you. You cupped his cheeks and the paper bag you were holding just now fell on the ground. Of course Draco was surprised by how you simply kissed him. He was happy that you kissed him. That made him even more excited. Somehow, he thanked McLaggen in his mind as he started to grab your waist and pulled you closer to him. 

The kiss lasted for a minute or so, you were all red. For your first kiss, it is the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. You didn’t know whether to cry about it or laugh at it. But for the boy himself, he was blushing now. 

“I am so sorry for that malfoy, i didn’t what i was thinking—”

He smirked. And kissed you once again. He looked on the side to see McLaggen and continued  kissing you. He broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and all red. “Just don’t apologise, or I'll do it again.” he says. 

“And as for the ‘something’ that i want i return now that git is gone, go out with me, like seriously.” he said.

Your face was clearly dumbfounded, “huh?” you gasped slowly. You avoided his gaze. From the corner, to the wall and the streets, you began to stutter as you gave him your reply, “s-sure… I will.”

He smiled. He grabbed your hand and pulled you all the way to three broomsticks. To be honest, when he grabbed you and began to walk, you couldn't help but to think of him as a child who was excited to go around town. You both sat down, and the waitress began taking your order.

“One butterbeer. And yours?” the waitress asked. 

You replied, “One butterbeer too.” the waitress went away leaving you both on the table. 

You asked, “uh, so… what made you like me?”

“You?” He raised his eyebrow. “Is liking someone, be needing a reason for it?” he asked back. You shook your head and he chuckled, “thought so.” he replied.

“But get this, this whole thing, is new to me okay? I’ve never been on a date before and I'm generally new to all of this.” you told him. “And i’m still processing on what happened earlier and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I won’t rush you, I guarantee that.” he says. 

You smile as soon as you hear that he won’t rush things. Draco himself may be predictable in his insults, but what made you wonder what kind of person he is, what could be his favourite book, favourite spell and other interests he had. 

“Well, i think it’s unfair that you know the things i like to do, why don’t you share something for me to know?” you asked.

The waitress arrived and gave the order. He took a sip from his drink, “what do you want to know?” he asked.

You cracked a smile, “everything like what i shared to you last time.” you took a sip from your drink.

“See! I told you she’ll kiss him first!” pansy cheered. Blaise and Theo gave her a small pouch containing galleons, and Daphne cheered too.

What they didn’t all know but, pansy set up the whole bet by bringing McLaggen to hogsmeade.

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hope you don't get mad, nikki sixx. [2/2]

[★] part one

warnings: mention of labor, your daughter's name is ethel, fatherhood insecurities, anxiety, heather serving.

author's note: sorry for the delay🥹 hope you like it, work on it during class lol. good read<3

chapter two

vince ran to every corner of the hotel, cursing nikki every minute he went by without finding him. he didn't understand what was going on, but by the desperate way heather told him to get nikki and take him to the hospital, he assumed it was something urgent. he found the bassist at the back of the hotel, sitting on the hood of a car that definitely wasn't his and smoking.

“— nikki!” — he yelled as he got closer. when he got in front of nikki, he was panting and sweaty, which made the dark haired man laugh.

“— man, you look like shit.” — he said and then offered the cigarette to vince, who just took it and threw on the floor. “— what is your prob-” — vince interrupted him.

“— heather wants you at the hospital. now. i don't know, i think it's something with y/n. i saw her sleeping in tommy's car before they left.”

nikki felt all of his resentment go away in the same second, replaced by pure euphoria, even without having taken anything in the day. he saw vince's confusion grow even more as he started to run out of there, grabbing the blonde's jacket sleeve.

well, at that moment nikki didn't remember that he and vince had their own cars, and that they could have gotten to the hospital much faster. he didn't remember many things actually, causing him and vince to almost get run over several times.

“— IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OFF THIS TOUR.” — vince said (screamed) to nikki. he felt a little left out, as if everyone knew something that for some reason he didn't. he had information that you were sleeping and were probably already in the hospital, but he still didn't understand why.

nikki thought he was the dumbest human in the world. he thought that was obvious enough. he didn't want to answer, being too busy thinking about the way he treated you moments before you went into labor and hating himself for it, but he knew that if nothing were cleared up, vince really was going to “get the fuck out”.

“— YOUR NIECE IS BORN, ETHEL IS FUCKING COMING” — it was enough to make vince shut up. a rumbling silence full of concern for you, that was the only thing that existed for them at that time.

it wasn't like heather had said which hospital they were going to, but on that tour all members and assistants were notified of how they should if you go into labor. that is, everyone received the address of the nearest hospital and tips on how to deal with you in this situation.

the aforementioned hospital was twenty minutes away, if you were driving. tommy got there in ten, but only because he went over the speed limit more than you can imagine. then, vince and nikki arrived within thirty minutes, both out of breath and vince thought he had stopped feeling his legs. they were greeted by a very suspicious receptionist, presumably thinking they were a couple of drunken freaks from the street.

“— my...my wife is...here” — nikki took a deep breath before continuing talking. “— y/n sixx, she's having a baby, our friends brought her here.”

“— sixx? hm, your friends tommy and heather, right?” — she asked

"- YES! Yes, Tommy and Heather, now please let me in. you need to let me in. my wife is having my fucking daughter, can you understand?” — and he would have continued to make a fuss in front of all the other patients if vince hadn't pulled him away from the woman, squeezing his arm.

“— sorry for my friend, but we need to see her now.”

they were shown into a waiting room, occupied only by a tommy who was nearly pulling his hair out and a heather who was just trying to calm him down. before they realize nikki and vince were there, a doctor appears in the doorway. tommy was quick to run up to nikki and hug him, who didn't know how to react. he didn't knew what to do or say, it was like for all that time there wasn't a single thing in the world that mattered more than you. and for him, it really didn't have.

“— this is nikki?” — the doctor asks, turning to heather.

“— yes, it's her husband, he's the father. our friend picked him up while we brought her here. how is she?”

“— she's taking it well. will you go see?” — he asked for nikki.

he didn't know how to respond. yes? no? usually the father was together at the birth of the child, right? but did you wanted to see him? was he even prepared? he knew this was not the time to think about it. damn, the child was already being born, but he still didn't know how to deal.

“— well, i don't know what that means, but the room is over here, if you want to go...” — the doctor said after some long ten seconds of silence.tommy pushed him towards the door, and then he just followed the man to the door of the room you were.

he heard a few squeals and muffled voices from nurses uttering encouragements for you to push harder. and that's when the desperation really hit him. that's when all the scenes of that night flashed through his head, in a cruel combination of several memories from his own childhood. he felt terrible for implying that you would not be a good mother when he couldn't even walk into that room. how could he? how could he get into that child's life, when he just didn't knew how?

he didn't feel the tears, but they were there. he didn't realize he was crying until he heard heather's voice from beside him.

"- so? what are you waiting for?” — she said with a clear tone of irritation.

he thought a little about what to say “— i can't, heather.” he murmured to her.

heather let out a wry laugh and pulled nikki into an empty corner of the hall, pushing him against the wall. “— what the fuck is your problem, sixx? did you freaked out? i heard what you said to her. practically the entire hotel, so, if you feel guilty or something like that, why don't you take the fucking responsibility for putting that kid inside of her? or do you want to end up like your father? you love that woman and that child, and they love you more than anyone in your life. if you don't do this shit, fuck it, but then you can bet i'll make sure you never hear about them again. never.”

it was like that, with those words, and with that woman's finger pointed in his face, that nikki realized that any insecurity would be useless. that he couldn't just give up.

heather pulled away from him slowly, and stared as if she could kill him. “— go." — it was harsh. nothing else needed to be said.

★

you don't remember nikki talking to you during labor. you remember he held your hand until the end, and whenever his screams got worse, he started kissing your face, as if he could help in something. he asked you once if you got mad when you saw him in the room, and you laughed your ass off before saying that your biggest fear that day was that he wouldn't show up.

ethel was named by you shortly after you found out you were pregnant. he didn't know exactly what the meaning was, but he agreed as soon as you suggested it because he thought it was so sweet. you said it meant "noble" or "honorable". that's how you felt. at every moment next to your daughter, you could only feel things as simple as these. nikki understood after a while, because that's how he felt too.

that night, you lay on his chest, and ethel in your midst. you clasp your hands over the girl's, and you remember falling asleep while listening to nikki humming something.

then a few months later that melody finally goes to the studio.

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How Would They React To You / MC Telling Them Theyre Pregnant - Surprise!

Lucifer

- His brain would stop working momentarily

- The inner struggle is real!

- How did you get pregnant? WHO'S THE FATHER? Wait he was the only one you were sleeping with... panic!

- On the outside he would first be shocked then would be calm.

- After a few moments he will stop panicking and start thinking practically again.

- Would he be excited? Eventually

- Would his sin rule him? Absolutely he will be proud and boastful.

- Protective? Over the top!

- He will hover over you, he will make sure to do his research and there's no way in hell you'll be drinking coffee or eating anything that will not be good for you or the baby.

- Will be at every appointment! He will not miss anything whatsoever! Every class, every appointment, every ultrasound.

- At the birth, he will either be the best damn coach helping to get you to breath like the classes taught you both or he would be kicked out waiting in the waiting room because he threatened too many nurses and the doctors!

- You will have to fight him to hold the baby! This man will be the one who is up for 2 am feedings and will carry the little one around with him constantly.

- Will be a good but strict dad and will secretly hope more babies are conceived in the future.

Mammon

- He would faint! Absolutely passed out on the ground!

- When he wakes up he will need time to process it!

- He will be overjoyed to say the least! He loves you, even though he has a hard time expressing it with words, he love you so much!

- Then the pure panic will occur when he realizes you don't have the necessities for the baby.

- This isn't his first rodeo! He had a hand in raising the younger 'siblings'.

- Would be be happy? Absolutely he would.

- Would his sin rule him? Yes! He would want only the best for the baby and he would go to any lengths to get it all for them.

- Protective? He wouldn't leave you side! The casino, the money making schemes, everything goes to the sidelines when it comes to taking care of you and the baby.

- Will be at every appointment without fail!

- You will have to assure him that he will be the best dad! This boy has the self esteem if a cucumber, we need to build it up!

- At the birth he is either passed out on the floor in the corner because he couldn't help but 'peak' or he will be sitting behind, breathing with you and letting you break his fingers through each contraction.

- Once the baby is born, you qould hold the baby and he would hold both of you! You and the baby would be his whole world.

- He will be a great dad but he will spoil the baby rotten! He will clean up his act, just to make sure none of his messes affect the baby or you!

Levi

- A complete and utter mess!

- He will inwardly and outwardly panic!

- He will freak the fuck out! What do you expect!

- It will take him a long time till he stops his panicking and starts acting like a damn adult!

- Lucifer and the brothers will most likely have to kick his ass in order for him to stop acting like a child.

- Will he be happy? Eventually but I think it will take him most of the pregnancy before he actually will smarten up.

-Will his sin rule him? Nope! He is a more why me kinda guy at this point.

- Protective? Not until he starts being involved and it is closer to the due date.

- He will not believe it's real until you force him to go to one if the last ultrasounds and he sees the baby with his own eyes. THEN he will begin feeling protective.

- During the birth he would be panicking in the waiting room. Most likely will opt to be in the waiting room. This boy would be passed out on the floor if he wasn't in the waiting room.

- Once the baby is born, he will suddenly change. You're suddenly amazing for what you've went through and he will fall in love with the baby.

- He will be an OK dad. He won't change diapers, doesn't like the germs the kid carries around but once their old enough to play games they will bond like crazy.

Satan

- This man would be terrified and angry.

- Terrified hes gonna be a shit parent (like Lucifer was) and angry at himself for not thinking of the possibility of this happening.

- Can a human give birth to a demon baby? Are they born with horns, wings and tails? What do you do with the baby?

- He will begin researching and has no problem signing up for classes on anything and everything.

- Will he be happy? Absolutely once he stops beating himself up for putting you in this position.

- Will his sin rule him? Nope, instead he will be on his best behavior so he doesn't stress you out because he read somewhere stress is bad for the baby and mother!

- Protective? Absolutely Protective and terrifying to anyone in your general proximity.

- Will not allow most demons around you, will make sure you eat healthy!

- He will be the one scheduling the appointments and making sure you her to all the classes together.

- At the birth, he is the calmest person in the room! He will be there coaching you, holding your hand, making sure you and the baby are safe from beginning to end.

- After the birth, you'll have to fight him for the baby but he will happily share with you! You had his child, he would worship you!

- He would be a great dad! Reading books to the baby before they were even born and the baby would have all the age appropriate books he could get his hands on.

Asmo

- The man would be ruined!

- He would have to share you with the baby! You always paid the most attention to him!

- What if you loved the baby more than him? Could you imagine?!?!

- He would get over himself eventually once you mention you wished the baby had his beautiful eyes or would be just as beautiful as him.

- He would then obsess about baby skin care and pretty clothes. HOPE FOR A GIRL WITH THIS MAN! He would make sure to buy matching outfits!

- Will he be happy? Yes

- Will his sin rule him? Yes, especially as he watches the changes going on with your body! The man would be obsessed!

- Protective? Somewhat, he wouldn't be as protective as most.

- He will be at some of the appointments but will be grossed out by the whole birthing process when explained.

- At the birth, he will not be in the room! Instead he will be making sure to book spa treatments for you for after the birth! Giving birth is not sexy and he would rather not know all the gross details.

- After the baby is born he will dress them up like his own doll. He will love them and fawn over them but you get the diaper changes and 2 am feedings.

- He's an OK dad. The kid would have the best skin and outfits though!

Beel

- Oh our good boy would be happy!

- Hes the family man out of the bunch!

- He will have the best reaction out of everyone because this man screams good father!

- He would be so excited when he hears about wierd pregnancy cravings and he will be the most understanding when you ask him to get deep fried bats with ice cream and pickles at 3 am.

- Will he be happy? Over the moon happy!

- Will his sin rule him? Absolutely it would! You're eating for 2 remember!

- Protective? Oh yes! He will make sure no one messes with you and half the time, you won't be walking anywhere, he will demand to carry you around.

- He will as Satan and Lucifer every question he can about babies and pregnancies.

- He will be at every appointment, every class, everything. He is so supportive.

- At the birth, he's right there with you! He will most likely want to watch the baby being born. CHILD BIRTH IS A BEAUTIFUL THING!

- After the baby is born he will be with you through it all. He will be scared he might hold the baby too tight or drop the baby but he will be a natural!

- Beel would be the best dad out of the brothers! He would also have so much love and appreciation for you! He wants more kids!

Belphie

- This man would be the least phased.

- He would not get excited or anything, he would just go back to bed.

- Would need Beel to make sure he actually gets involved. Babies are hard work and Belphie wants nothing to do with this.

- Belphie would give in when he sees Beel excited with you. The jealous bitch would get involved more at that point.

- Would he be happy? He would be on the fence.

- Would his sin rule him? Yup, it's just another day at the office for this brat.

- Protective? Not entirely, unless someone insults you or the baby.... then they're dead! But will go back to sleep after like nothing happened.

- He would be at every appointment because Beel would be at every appointment!

- At the birth, he would be there sleeping in the corner or out in the waiting room asleep.

- Once the baby is born he will love the snuggles and naps. That baby is his and they will sleep together. He will suddenly be completely protective!

- He will be an good good dad once he bonds with the baby. Let's just hope the baby isn't completely like his daddy.

Lord Diavolo

- This man would be joyous but wouldn't be surprised by the news.

- Barbatos already informed him of the news weeks prior to you finding out.

- What do you expect when you're with a man who has a breeding kink?

- He would be moving you immediately and Barbatos already has the wedding planned! No illegitimate royal children here!

- Would he be happy? Very very happy.

- Would his sin rule him? No his royal bloodline would! You will marry him immediately, you will live in the castle, you will be his queen!

- Protective? Completely over protective! No walking for you, the royal doctors will see you on a regular basis, you will be subjected to only healthy food because Barbatos demands it and you will have private tutors instead of going to RAD. The less demons near you, the safer you are.

- He will be with you, supportive and excited through the whole process. Appointments and classes? Check! Pregnancy cravings? Check!

- At the birth he and Barbatos will be with you! Probably a home birth with a royal doctor overseeing the process. He will talk you through the whole thing.

- After the child's born, he will show that baby off! He would be up at 2 am with you, will take him or her with them everywhere he can and can't wait to get you pregnant immediately when the doctors okay it.

- He will be an amazing dad! He will make sure you and the baby are always taken care of, but when the kids older you'll have to watch out for the pair being mischievous together.

Barbatos

- This man was the one who told you that you were pregnant!

- The moment it happened, he knew and to say he was pleased was an understatement.

- He walks you through your shock and the instant fears that pop in your head.

- He already knows you'll be a fantastic mother and do his excitement is contagious and you both look forward to the coming months.

- He makes sure you eat healthy, makes sure your at your appointments and goes to every class.

- Would he be happy? YES!

- Would his sin rule him? Yes! He would make sure every location the babu and you would be in properly prepared, baby proofed and safe!

- Protective? Insanely Protective! He would not let anything happen to either of you!

- During the birth, he's in there with you, coaching you, making sure the doctors keep on task and excited for the baby to finally be here.

- Once the baby is born, he takes the time off that's necessary! He will not leave you or the baby for anything, including the young master.

- This man would be a fabulous father. A little on the strict side but you'll have the most well behaved children in all 3 realms.

- He would already have a team of staff to take over jobs he normally does for Diavolo. They would have been trained for this moment for centuries before you were even born!

Simeon

- Oh our poor angel would be shocked, potentially cry and would most definately would panic.

- He wings might just instantly burst into flames at that moment! He would fall for you and his child.

- He wouldn't regret it for a second and would be happy once the panic settles.

- This man would be so supportive through it all after all his craziness with the potential falling and all.

- Would he be happy? Hell yes

- Would his sin rule him? He's an angel lol well unless he falls.

- Protective? Extremely protective of you and his baby, you will not be alone without him.

- He would be proactive with all the appointments and everything! He has been through this before with Luke!

- During the birth he will be another one behind you, holding you and making sure you're ok through the whole way.

- After the birth he will be up with you at 2 am for feedings, will change diapers snd will show off your baby to everyone he could! He will be such a proud daddy!

- He will be an amazing dad, he already is with Luke!

Solomon

- This many would just smile when you tell him.

- Inside he might be nervous but outside he will only show you how calm he is.

- He will accept it even if he is freaking out.

- He would be the type to do research and try to come up with potions for you to take for your morning sickness... Barbatos will stop him from actually giving it to you though, last thing anyone needs is an accidental potion incident.

- Will he be happy? Yes

- Will his sin rule him? This man is human but he's sinfully good at getting into trouble.... I'm sure the brothers will watch him for you!

- Protective? Yes but not as Protective as some of the others.

- He will be at all the appointments and be completely fascinated by the entire process.

- During the birth, he will most likely want to be right in there watching. He will not be out in the waiting room but you might need Simeon ro coach you through it since Solomon will only be concerned with this great experience.

- After the baby is born, you might want to take the lead. He would want the baby tinkering in the lab with him or some shady shit.

- He will be a good dad, but seriously he would try cooking for the kid! DONT LET HIM!

Luke

- He would be so excited! He is going to be a big brother?

- He would want to be there for everything except the birth!

- Shopping for the baby? Cooking healthy food for you? Making sure everything is ready before you have the baby? Yes to all!

- He would be so protective of you, even if you're having a demon baby! To him it doesn't matter because he's going to be the best big brother he can be.

- During the birth he would be panicking and pacing or stress baking to keep his mind off everything.

- After the baby is born he will be mesmerized by the little one. He will want to hold the baby as soon as he is allowed.

- Best Big Brother Ever!

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Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 1)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

Words: 3.333

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(If you haven't seen Scream VI yet, don't read this because it contains spoilers or read it, but at your own risk.)

POV You

New York has always been my home, my safe place. The hustle and bustle of the streets during the day and the background noise 24/7 relax me in a strange way. Born and raised on the Upper East Side, in Manhattan, and I know the city like the back of my hand.

My life felt like the one in the movies, when the protagonists explore and live every part of New York. Sometimes I even feel like I live inside the Gossip Girl series and that everything is perfect.

But let's face it, nothing is perfect and happiness is not eternal.

Yes, I live in a 300 square meter duplex and also, in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in all of New York. But what is the use of having such a big house, when your parents are never home and you are an only child.

Because one thing is clear and that is that to live where I do, you have to have money and a lot of it. But for my parents that has never been a problem.

Both my mother and father come from wealthy families, but other than that; my father is one of the best surgeons in the entire state and my mother has her own law firm. So the two generate a good sum of money.

But that also means one thing: travel. My parents have spent their lives traveling from one part of the state to another, either because the clients are very important or because of some kind of congress or some of those things.

But in their defense I have to say that they always call me to find out how I am, they are interested and concerned about me. In addition to the fact that when they are at home, they usually try to spend as much time as possible with me and try to be there for me.

And now that I'm in college, I'm officially living alone. My parents thought that I would like to have my own apartment and decided to buy me a flat for my birthday. Of course, it is a ten minute walk from where they lived and thus be close in case I need anything.

Although first they would have to be at home to help me, but I don't object since they let me choose the floor and the decoration.

XX: Hey .- I hear someone greet me, taking me out of my thoughts and returning me to reality.

I turn my head to the right, meeting the person who greeted me and I can't help but smile at his presence.

Y/n: Hello.- I greet with a huge smile full of emotion, causing the other person to laugh and sit next to me in class.

XX: What makes you so happy? - she asks me funny leaving her bag on the table.

Y/n: My girlfriend.- I answer shrugging my shoulders.

XX: Oh yes? - she asks me with too much interest and I nod. -And do I know her?- she asks resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand watching me.

Y/n: I don't know, maybe.- I answer with a grimace imitating her posture. -She has almost black dark brown hair, she has brown eyes, she is super intelligent, she has the most beautiful smile in the world and she is 1.55 cm tall. Do you know her? - I ask her funny.

XX: I'm not sure.- she says with a thoughtful face. -The description seems familiar to me, but I don't fall for it.- she denies with false disappointment.

Y/n: What a pity, because I was thinking of inviting her to eat and to see a movie, but I haven't seen her so nothing.- I comment letting out a fake sad sigh.

XX: Well, invite me then.- she suggests with an amused smile.

Y/n: I'm sorry Carpenter, but I'm a faithful man.- I shake my head, holding back my laughter and looking away.

Tara: Idiot.- she slaps me gently on the shoulder, letting out a laugh and causing me to do it too.

Y/n: But you like me that way.- I assure her with a smile, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek affectionately.

Tara: Unfortunately.- she whispers frustrated rolling her eyes.

Y/n: Hey! - I exclaim offended, sitting upright in my chair and looking at her with crossed arms.

Tara: Just kidding.- she laughs hugging my neck and getting me closer to her. -I like you very, very, very much.- she assures me a few centimeters from my face.

Y/n: I don't know, I´m not sure.- I say with narrowed eyes. -You don't convince me.- I deny holding the smile that struggles to come to light.

Tara: And what can I do to convince you? - she asks a few centimeters from my lips and with an intense look.

Y/n: Food and a movie? - I ask appreciating her face in detail, or how little I can see with her closeness. -They have premiered a quite passable comedy.- I warn her with a slight smile, knowing that because of her past, the scary ones are a resounding NO and I understand it perfectly.

Tara: I can't.- she denies with a slight grimace and my smile disappears. - Mindy wants to try a new restaurant and if I disappear for a whole afternoon Sam would go crazy.- she explains and I nod.

Y/n: Maybe another day .- I sigh a little sadly, since we don't usually have many opportunities to spend time together and the truth is that I wanted to spend some time with her.

Tara: I promise you that this week we'll go eat together, okay? - she tells me and I nod again. -Thank you for understanding.- she whispers affectionately, before joining our lips and moving them slowly.

The kiss doesn't last long, as the teacher enters the class and everyone sits in their places. As the teacher explains today's material, I can't help but tune out what he says and think about my relationship.

I met Tara on the first day of class six months ago, when I was late because of traffic and the only free seat was next to her.

In the beginning, she always kept quiet and never spoke to me unless it was strictly necessary. But in the third week, they asked us to do a job in pairs and because we were sitting next to each other we had to do the work together.

In addition to the fact that she did not have many other options, since if she spoke to me only what was necessary, she had not even told her name to the rest of the class. So really I was her only option to do the job with.

During the first days when we did the work, Tara always kept a certain distance and limited herself to only talking about the work. At no time did she show interest in me as a person and in getting to know me.

So to avoid making her uncomfortable, I never asked her anything personal or anything that wasn't about work. And clearly, i didn´t tell her anything about myself either.

But at some point during the job, she began to feel more comfortable and became a little closer. She even came to ask me about my life and has told me some things about hers.

Two weeks later, though, Tara would admit to me that she had lied to me about a few things, like that she wasn't really from Michigan but from Woodsboro and that the scar on her hand didn't come from a kitchen accident, but that someone had attacked her disguised as Ghostface half a year ago or so.

At first I was surprised by her story and she apologized for lying to me, but she didn't feel safe to tell me the truth until that moment. I understood, since it doesn't have to be pleasant to live that experience and have someone as close as your best friend try to kill you.

That makes anyone distrust all the people they know and those they will meet at some point in their life.

So I didn't give it any importance and I didn't ask her any questions on the subject. Mostly because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or stop talking to me forever.

From the first moment I thought that Tara was a very pretty girl, but with time and getting to know her a bit more, I cannot deny that certain feelings began to surface.

So I didn't want her to freak out over some stupid question i did and decided I wasn't to be trusted or something like that and then stop talking to me.

Although the unthinkable happened two weeks later, when we said goodbye after class I went to kiss her on the cheek and she accidentally moved, causing me to kiss her on the lips.

We were both shocked and embarrassed at the moment, but she just asked me if I would be interested in a coffee one day and a week later we were a couple.

Couple now of four and a half months more or less. And even though I couldn't be happier and feel like the luckiest man in my life, to have the most wonderful woman in the world as my girlfriend. Not everything is so perfect and happy.

It took a while for Tara to be completely alone and vulnerable with me. Which I understood perfectly and always let her decide the place of our dates.

On the other hand, it is also the fact that nobody knows that we are together or even that we are friends. I'm lying. No one of her friends and sister know that we are a couple or that we even know each other.

At first, the privacy of our relationship was understandable, since as I said before, because of her past it was difficult for her to trust people and something similar happened to her friends. But her sister was somewhat more possessive or at least that's what my girlfriend always tells me.

When I've asked her why we still keep our relationship or even friendship a secret, the answer is always the same: Sam. 

She says that she is very overprotective and that she is always trying to control her. Besides, she doesn't trust new people, let alone love interests, since her ex-boyfriend was one of the murderers last year.

So her sister Sam's reason was quite understandable from my point of view, since at the end of the day all she wants is to protect her sister and make sure she's safe .

But that means that the time I spend with Tara, my girlfriend, is very limited and seems to always be timed.

I'm never going to complain about it, but it's hard for me to see couples making plans and spending time together, when I can't spend more than half an hour with my own girlfriend without someone texting her to find out where she is or if she is safe.

Every time I propose a plan, whether it's to eat something after classes, go for a walk or go to a cafeteria for a coffee, most of the time the answer is negative.

I don't even know how many times she has canceled me and promised to do the plan another day. At first I kept count unconsciously and tried to take her word for it. But over time I have stopped doing it.

It's sad and painful to tell the truth, especially when my friends; who do know that I have a girlfriend, ask me about her and about  when they will meet her and stuff like that.

But I really like Tara and although this situation hurts me at times, she is worth it.

And who knows, maybe at some point she will get encouraged and introduce me to her friends as her boyfriend, or like a friend at least.

POV Tara

I leave my last class of the day, kissing my boyfriend goodbye and walking to where I know my friends are waiting for me.

I can't help but feel bad for rejecting Y/n's plan, because it's not the first time I've done it and I'm sure it won't be the last. I feel guilty for not giving him the time he deserves and even more so seeing how thoughtful he's been during class.

Y/n is the perfect guy and I don't understand how lucky I've been to meet him. He is attentive, calm, a bit of an idiot; but in a good way, he is affectionate, funny, he gives me my space and always respects my limits.

He didn't even get angry when I admitted that I had lied to him about most of the things I told him about myself, and he didn't stop treating me differently when he found out the truth.

He continued to treat me in the same respectful and kind way he had done since the day we met. And I think that was one of the things that made me fall in love with him.

But lately I'm being the worst girlfriend in the world. Between working on other subjects, my friends who have been too present in my plans lately, and my sister who doesn't let me breathe, I don't have a free moment to be with him.

Because let's face it, there would be nothing I would want more than to go eat something with him and then cuddle against him watching a movie. Because he doesn't remind me of Woodsboro, doesn't overprotect me or control me like I'm going to get jumped at any moment. He treats me like a normal person without a traumatic past and i love that.

With him I feel calm, I feel happy and normal. With him I'm just Tara Carpenter the girl he likes, not Tara Carpenter the survivor of Ghostface, the Tara who was betrayed by her own best friend and tried to kill her three times. And that's another reason why I adore him.

Mindy: There 's my girl!- she exclaims when she sees me nearby.

Anika: Hey! - she claims, slapping her on the arm. -I'm your girl.- she reminds her with an amused smile.

Mindy: Don't worry babe, there's Mindy for everyone.- she assures her with a smile, putting her arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer to her body.

Chad: Besides, Tara's my girl.- he says jokingly, putting his arm around my shoulders and winking at me.

Ethan: Are you guys together?- He asks pointing at Chad and me with confusion and something else that I can't make out in his eyes.

Mindy: He wish.- she laughs at the question and the rest except Ethan and Chad laugh.

Quinn: Tara is a too much of a woman for Chad.- My roommate supports my best friend and they high five.

Chad: Hey! - He exclaims offended and I come out from under his shoulder.

Tara: And if it's not clear, no Ethan, we're not together.- I reply to the shy boy laughing with my friends.

Ethan: Oh, like .. you , you know.- he says nervously, pointing to where his roommate is and where I had been a few moments ago.

Tara: Well no.- I answer with a friendly smile. -And … Are we leaving or not?- I ask wanting to change the subject.

Mindy : Yessss .- she answers with her arms in the air. -I've heard that it's one of the best Mexicans in all of New York and that its tacos are to die for.- she tells us excitedly, starting to walk and heading towards the restaurant she's been talking about for days.

Chad: Changing the subject completely - he starts while we're walking as a group. -Tomorrow is Friday and Halloween .- he hums happily.

Tara: I doubt that Sam will let me out no matter how much it's Halloween or Christmas. - I deny crossing my arms, angry with my sister and her way of controlling everything I do.

Chad: Oh come on Carpenter, are you not going to your first college Halloween party because your sister forbids you? - he asks me with a false pout.

Anika: Chad, leave her alone.- she tells her girlfriend's brother in my defense.

Chad: It's our time to enjoy.- he assures us with a huge smile. -Fuck Sam and let's enjoy that we're still alive! - he exclaims trying to convince us.

Mindy: I keep wondering how come your brain hasn't had a short circuit with all the nonsense you say.- she tells her brother with a frown and a little amusement .

Chad: Because I'm right and you know it.- He points at her with a contagious smile.

As the brothers start poking each other, I'm left thinking and Chad has a point. I've been in New York for six months and I haven't been to any college party or event other than classes because of Sam.

That is to say, I can't even arrive home more than an hour late after class, because if I arrive a little later, my cell phone is already burning and organizing a search team.

My boyfriend hasn't even been to my apartment, because my sister would go crazy that I have a close friend and even more if she finds out he's my boyfriend. I mean, there's a reason I haven't told Sam that I have a boyfriend.

Tara: As much as it pains me to say it, Chad is right.- I interrupt the twins, causing everyone's attention to be on me and some to look at me in surprise.

Chad: What did you say? - he asks me with an amused smile, placing his hand next to his ear and bringing him closer to me .

Tara: You're right.- I growled amused. -Sam has her psychologist on Fridays, so she won't be home to know if I'm going out or not.- I commented with a look full of security.

Chad: Yes ! - he exclaims happily punching the air. -Party? - he asks me with a smile full of emotion.

Tara: Party.- i agree with a smile.

Mindy : Sounds good to me.- she nods, shrugging her shoulders and starts to talk about costumes.

As we all start talking about costume ideas and tomorrow's plan. Quinn tells us that she can't go, since she has a date with a guy from tinder and knowing her, I know well not to be home tomorrow.

While Chad tells us about the parties that there will be and the different fraternities that give them, I secretly take out my cell phone and look for a contact in my messages.

I find the contact immediately, entering the chat and letting Y/n know about my plans for tomorrow.

The answer is not long in coming and the smile on my face increases in size unconsciously. He tells me that his friends are also going to the same party and that he had no intention of going out. But now that he knows I'm going out, he assures me that he will find a costume and that he will see me at the party tomorrow without fail.

I couldn't be more excited right now. Tomorrow I'm going out with my party friends, without Sam and her excessive control. I will see my boyfriend and I plan to take advantage of a moment of inattention on the part of my friends, to spend time with him and enjoy the party by his side.

And who knows. Maybe after the party, I can sneak him into my apartment and do what I've been wanting to do for a while now.

NEXT

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #tara carpenter imagine #scream #tara carpenter x you #scream vi #tara carpenter x male reader #male oc #oc character #fanfic #sam carpenter #jenna ortega x male reader #tara carpenter x y/n #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #ghostface

[dolleminas]

I think the last few days really taught me (but what I secretly already knew) is that middle-class women have very little solidarity, let alone empathy for working-class women. It's not only women, it's men too, but it's just glaringly obvious when we supposedly should fight for women, up until it's middle-class women fighting for poor women. There's solidarity, up until a certain point.

Let me paint you a picture. It's summer, I've just started getting back into the workforce after years of crippling illness. I'm meeting with my job coach. A lovely woman, and we get talking about why I want to go back to work.

"Part of it is that I'm bored at home, but I'd be lying if finance isn't a motivator too."

She scoffs good-naturedly. She says, money is not important! The important thing is that you have fulfilment in your work!

I look around myself. We're sitting in her garden. The garden of her two-story house. It's bigger than my entire home. I say I would like to be able to eat, to pay rent. She brushes me off. She doesn't get it. I don't think she's ever had to go hungry.

Let me paint you another picture. I grew up in a neighbourhood full of people like me. The homes were built from the rubble of WWII. When I laid in bed, I would brush my hands over the walls and feel the grit and the dust stain my fingertips. Sometimes it would even stain the bed. My bedroom is hardly bigger than a broom closet, but it's all I know. Most of my neighbours are immigrant families and poc. That's where the government puts them. Crime is rampant. But it could be worse. My mother buys hand-me-downs from the neighbours for me. Other kids bully me for my clothes. During the christmas holidays, the school has to board up the windows because of vandalism. We sit with our coats on in class because heating costs too much.

Still, I know people who have it worse. My mother has a part-time job as a receptionist and my grandparents help. When I wear holes into my underwear my grandmother silently buys us some more. I have never known underwear without holes in them. When we go on vacation, I feel rich. I know many kids who don't. My mother only has to take care of me.

This all makes it that much more of a slap in the face to see women claim to be supporters of women, so-called feminists but have absolutely no empathy for poor women. And most of the time they don't even know it. They have an idealised world-view. A, 'just do x' or 'just do y' and my personal favourite 'well I'd never do that!' or even 'you have options.'

No. No, don't. Be quiet, be silent, listen. If you have solidarity with women, then listen about the lives you have not lived, the struggles you have not struggled with. Do not come from a place of 'I would never' because you cannot, with any resemblance of accuracy, say that until you have lived it. Poor women aren't stupid or lazy, stop thinking of us as such! Stop blaming us for the life we were born into, the life we often are unable to escape.

Sit down, listen... and don't expect poor women to have solidarity with you if you do not have it with us. You, the privileged one. The idealistic one. The one who never knew how it was like to go hungry as a little girl and have to watch your mother lie to you about why.

#honey speaks #poverty #female poverty #lower class women

[earthtooz]

ヾ(･u|

hi hi just wanted to share smth I thought up

imagine chigiri who in middle school had a best friend who was also very fast and did track. They were the only one who could ever catch up with chigiri and thus they became best friends and their own sorta rivals.

Then suddenly fast track to chigiri's injury and now seeing their best friend who runs like wind and is now bitter af. He knows he shouldnt be bitter when they have been caring the whole time for him so he starts ignoring them.

some chigiri love will be shown on the earthtooz blog 2nite because i adore him and think he deserves the world.

i actually love this scenario, but just- oh my gosh, i want to add on to your thought with my own:

your 'relationship' with him is admittedly, one of your favourite ones, despite neither of you seeing much of each other during school. but you were known to be on the track team and chigiri for being the fasted sprinter on the soccer team.

and on the bleachers after practice, a friendship/friendly rivalry was born.

for two of the fastest people on their respective teams, your parents sure did not reciprocate that energy, taking their times picking you up from practice. thus, you would spend an unknown amount of time talking to him, bundled up in your sports tracksuits with your sports bag snug on your shoulder.

chigiri was pleasant company. a little stuck-up, sure, but fun to talk to nevertheless. you could tell he took great pride in being a fast runner, but as long as he had the skills to prove it, pride is something you can overlook. it was endearing. he still lost to you every time in a 100m sprint though.

you gave him tips one time. you'd never forgive yourself for helping chigiri almost beat you.

but you admire him for it. you admire his talent and his determination,

then suddenly, he's not at practice. he's not at school either. in fact, it's not a week later until you see him... with crutches and a boot. the look he gives you is empty and devoid of the usual friendliness he always shows you and he doesn't even make attempts of greeting you.

his mum picks him on time too.

you get the message that he doesn't want to talk to you. he doesn't make the effort to anymore, doesn't swing by your class during lunch time, doesn't say 'hi' to you before practice, and his coldness causes your heart to break in two.

people had always told you that distance makes the heart fonder. you found out yourself that the saying was as true as they make it sound, your heart jumping alive and filling you with unexplainable yearning. a feeling you later label as a crush. not that your crush on him could do much now.

you see him struggle in practices, witnessing the way the ball gets stolen off him- something that had never been done before, with such ease. he meets your gaze from where you were filling up your water and instantly glances away, ashamed.

the next time you hear of him after graduating middle school, he's on national television, going against the national u-20 soccer team, representing some... project called blue lock? you don't pay any mind to it though, sitting on the edge of your couch in anticipation. the world was watching chigiri hyoma- the prodigy you knew in middle school.

you panic a little when he gets subbed out and you're scrambling for your phone, searching for chigiri's contact. your old messages that were left on delivered appear, causing a subtle ache in your chest to manifest, but the first thing you send is an 'i'm watching the match. are you ok?'.

the next thing you send is a 'CONGRATULATIONS!' when his team wins.

you get a response an hour later, it's chigiri thanking you. his next text asks you to catch up over coffee. you agree as soon as the message is received.

one coffee 'date' turns into a day in harajuku. a walk together turns into visiting a local park and playing on the swing set, jokingly racing each other to each equipment and your feelings for him return full swing by the end of the two week break he has.

you spend his last day together. he tells you to keep an eye on him. that he'll become even better of a soccer player that either of you imagined in middle school. you make him keep the promise to you with a pinky promise. he agrees. you're satisfied.

and fast forward a few years, it's the night before the finals of the world cup and he's in your arms in the hotel room, self-care routine all done as you let him unwind with you in preparation for the big match tomorrow.

he tells you to watch him. that he'll bring home a medal for you. you make him pinky promise you. he agrees. he kisses your ring finger, where a precious gold band sits snugly, a reminder of his love and the years you have spent with the other.

thank u for ur ask !! sorry that i've been letting this one rot for a while but i've been waiting to get this one out since the day you sent it :D love the idea, thank u chaos!!

#not edited #not proofread #you take what you get from me at this point #i have an exam tomorrow okay wish me luck #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #blue lock x reader #earf's inbox hours ✌️ #*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #chaosinanutshell

[ugh-yoongi]

HOBI REQUESTS YAY! okay so at first i was thinking it might be hobi's birthday and he stays late at the studio regardless of the day and comes home to reader all tired and drained, but then reader has such a sweet surprise for him when he gets there (whether it be a cake, flowers, balloons, etc.) and it just seems like he can breathe again without the weight of his work on his chest, even if it's just for that night, he can fall asleep with no problem.

OR, considering it's in the name of jess' birthday, it could be reversed? reader's birthday and hobi has the sweet surprise instead? i don't have an idea of what specifically would be demanding so much of reader's attention, but coming home to hobi with his pretty smile on such a day seems like something so beautiful.

that's all i could muster up as of now, 🙃 if you chose to, feel free to play around with it until it's something you are comfortable with! <3

thank you so much for the request! i went with the first one and i hope you enjoy it! <3

(side note: i banged this out in one sitting so i'm tentatively optimistic that my writer's block is cured. we'll see. thank you all for your patience and not showing up in my ask box with pitchforks.)

ataraxia

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au; fluff, a tiny bit of angst warnings: hobi's kind of going through it so there are allusions to poor mental health, otherwise this is mostly fluff. just being there for your person when they're having a tough time. no gendered pronouns used. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k listen to: novo amor - anchor

Hoseok had heard once that babies born in the winter are stronger.

Something about mothers being able to absorb more vitamin D during the summer months.

As he collapses onto the floor of his studio, sweat and exhaustion blurring his vision, he thinks those people are full of shit. What has being born in winter gotten him besides muscle cramps and seasonal depression? Because he’s also at a higher risk for that, which those people lauding his athleticism tend to leave off of the discussion.

He sighs. He’s twenty-nine now, and there’s something truly haunting about the inevitability of time. Can’t slow it down, can’t make it go faster; he just has to sit here and take it. Next year he’ll be thirty, thirty-one the year after that, and on and on it’ll go for the rest of his life.

All he has are these little joys: the squeak of his new sneakers on the studio floor, the kids in his class finally nailing their routine, those peach iced teas he likes being buy one get one free this week at the convenience store next door. He has you, too, but you were smart and traded in your two-cent dreams for the corporate world and now you’re spending his birthday on a business trip to Singapore.

Yoongi would call him an asshole for that, probably. He has friends. Friends who want to see him, buy him a drink and give him gifts, and he appreciates the effort, he does, he’s just… tired. Fatigue has seeped into all of his bones and left him nothing more than a husk of a person. It’s been months of this same unending grind, and he’s running out of self to give.

At least Singapore is warm this time of year. In Seoul, beyond the frosted windows of his studio, there’s nothing but gray-brown slush and a patch of black ice he can’t melt no matter how much he salts it.

“Fuck this,” he mutters.

It’s nearing nine o’clock. He needs to get home; needs to eat something and drag himself into a hot shower before he crawls into bed and spends the entire weekend there. Needs to reply to all the texts on his phone wishing him a happy birthday. Needs to tactfully and politely turn down all the invitations. Needs to post some bubbly, colorful message on social media thanking everyone for the well-wishes and attach a photo from a few weeks ago because he hasn’t been smiling much lately.

First, though, he needs to get off the floor.

He usually likes his walk home. Likes pressing his face to the glass to look at all the window displays when he’s not in the mood to shop. Likes seeing other people go about their days, live their lives. Likes looking at all the ways the city reflects sunlight and fades to husky gold. Likes walking under the cherry blossoms in the spring; likes it even more when a few petals stick to his shoulders and you laugh and brush them off as soon as he comes through the door.

It’s hard to get off the floor when none of that is out there.

But he does it anyway, because maybe he has a bit of that winter strength. He packs up his stuff and sits at the bus stop, counts his exhales as they materialize in front of him, thankful for the heavy coat you’d bought for him a few years ago, now well-worn and no longer itchy. He sits at the back by himself and sends half-assed replies to all of those texts. Scrolls back to stare at the photo you’d sent him this morning—fresh from sleep and barefaced, lips pursed together in a kiss, thumb and pointer fingers together in a heart.

Slush sticks to his shoes as he ducks inside the building. Nearly trips climbing up the stairs, because the two of you live on the fourth floor and it feels too lazy to take the elevator, even when his muscles are screaming from a long day at the dance studio. But it keeps him moving. Keeps him upright and functional when all he wants to do is rot away.

His shoes are dry by the time he reaches the door, soaked into the carpet lining the hallway. His hands still bear the cold—red and unsteady, it takes him a few tries to punch in the code. Gets it wrong twice, and he takes a second to just… stand there, head resting against the door, feeling the weight of the world come down on him.

He’s not sure what he thought twenty-nine would be like, but surely it wasn’t this.

And maybe if he wasn’t feeling so low, he would’ve noticed. Your keys in the bowl by the door, your shoes in the rack. The light on in the kitchen. The smell of the miyeokguk simmering on the stove. The sound of your footsteps as you meet him where he stands, shoulders slumped, eyes brimming with tears and exhaustion.

“Hob-ah?”

There are hands on his face. Soft, he thinks. They’re touching him so softly, treating him just as delicately as he feels. He leans into it; recognizes the perfume stuck to the wrist. Knows it smells like home and an aching he can never seem to put a name to, and you don’t hesitate to wrap him tightly in your arms.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, words waterlogged and hesitant as he speaks them into the crook of your neck. Nothing feels real, and he doesn’t trust himself to open his eyes.

You tangle your hands in his hair. Scratch lightly against his scalp. “I got an early flight home. Got back this afternoon.” This is where someone else would ask if he’s okay, try to pry apart his ribcage and look at all the ugly parts, but you don’t. There’s just a small intake of breath and the reluctance to let him go. “The miyeokguk is almost ready,” you say instead. “Do you want to take a shower while I get everything ready?”

Hoseok is reluctant to let go, too, but he’s at his best when he has a task. Needs something to accomplish, something to check off on his imaginary to-do list, so he nods. Pulls away and immediately misses your warmth. Takes your face in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. Thank you, it says. I needed you here.

You already know, though. You always do.

#hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok x you #jhope x you #hoseok x y/n #jhope x y/n #hoseok imagine #jhope imagine #hoseok fanfic #jhope fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok au #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #fic: jess drabbles #jewel answers #jewel writes

[princesssmars]

in the darkened forest, i see you.

some stiles stilinski x witch reader headcanons

your whole life you knew you had a destiny to fulfill. its hard to juggle your magical heritage and your nosy best friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

wc: 1.328

contains : fluff. reader is a witch. mentions of some of season ones violence.

a/n : very self-indulgent and based on my very. very long and detailed teen wolf script. enjoy.

the name of your hometown always made you laugh inside your head. beacon hills, a sprawling town in northern california. by the title and looks you'd think the only things gravitating here would be families preparing for the future and seniors looking to settle down.

but there was so much hidden beneath the surface that almost every resident had no idea about.

when you were but seven years old you realized your family wasn't like other childrens.

where heathers dad worked in a home office, yours worked in a dingy but atmospheric antique shop selling various artifacts you've never seen before, ranging from "eye of newt" to "crushed cricket leg powder" to a bundle of weird-looking talismans.

where benjamins mom spoke english as her first language, you found out those funny words your mom would say when reading from her big book was her second language which was called latin. and how sometimes when she spoke it while cooking your food always came out tastier and you'd go to sleep feeling stronger than ever.

its on your 13th birthday when your parents sit you down and tell you the truth, how you've been born into a long line of witches from both your mother and father's side. how they can tell you've been curious as they were as kids, but they see something in you that pushed them to decide to let you in sooner to the lifestyle than other witchlings, who normally started learning before a witches becoming ceremony on their 16th.

"your magic can be a blessing and a curse," they said, sitting with you on the couch while your father showed you the family picturebook holding portraits of ancestors dating back hundreds of years. "but in our family, we've always put the greater good of witch kind before others. we protect our own and they protect us. you'll always have someone in your corner when things seem impossible. "

your parents were kidding, with you being introduced to some of the other witch kids in town. contrary to what you were thinking they were pretty popular, and welcomed you into their circle nearly immediately.

being popular means meeting many types of people though, and that's what led you to meet the one and only stiles stilinski.

he was a bit nerdy, and definitely less popular than you were but that didnt really matter. your first conversation was in english class freshman year, when you asked him for a pencil and he accidentally gave out four at once. you laughed at him and he told you that you had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, and that since smiling made people live longer he hoped you live to be 110. it was weird but cute.

since that day you'd been friends, hanging out with stiles and scott often. you'd even show up to cheer at their lacrosse games even if they sucked. you tried giving them small luck charms before games which luckily seemed to work.

even if you found yourself growing close to them, you still kept the knowledge of your heritage close to your chest. even if stiles, being the mini detective he was, seemed to nearly figure it out multiple times.

but it's during the latter end of your sophomore year when things take a turn. stiles shows up to your house in the dead of night asking you to come with him to get some snacks and chill. figuring you had nothing else to do, you agreed and decided to walk the short trek with him to scott's house.

what he didnt tell you was that the three of you were going into the woods to find half of a damn dead body, the boys ignoring your complaints from behind them as they searched the forest floor. sure you could've gone home, but it'd be a lie to say you weren't just a bit interested yourself. and scared they'd get themselves killed.

the funs cut short when you and stiles are caught by his dad, who on the drive home awkwardly insinuates that he thought you two had snuck away to fool around in the woods, making the both of you loudly deny it. but after you get dropped off at home you start thinking if it'd be the worst thing in the world to date the stilnksi boy.

the next few weeks are chaos, with you finding out that not only are werewolves back in beacon hills but the newest addition is scott himself. you try to give him as much help as you can without seeming too suspicious.

but it's one afternoon when stiles comes up to you acting the calmest you've ever seen him and tells you he's taking you out for burgers, his treat. you agree because one free burgers and two alone time with your...best friend stiles. win-win situation, right?

wrong, because as soon as you're settled in the passenger seat and ready to eat a burger after the crappy school lunch, stiles turns in his seat and asks "are you supernatural too?"

you looked at him and knew you couldn't lie to his face, the truth spilling from your mouth faster than you could comprehend. he seemed more excited to hear about you being a witch than you did when you found out you were one.

you swear him and scott to secrecy, telling him it's already dangerous enough that they know. your secret is safe with them but god are they annoying about it.

what spells can you do? do you have a cauldron? do you have any family members who died in salem? could you put a curse on jackson? not a super serious one just so he...ok nevermind.

as irritating as it could be, you knew that they meant well.

sometimes when you're in your room studying your grimoire, stiles will ask you to translate the little latin notes on the sides to him. when you start to get annoyed you'll explain one to him and tell him that whatever you just said is a curse and because he asked you to say it its now on him. his face is priceless every time.

the day of your becoming ceremony is pure chaos to put it simply. your parents wake you up and give you your favorite breakfast foods which is always nice. the stiles picks you up from school while he and scott are acting completely suspicious about a surprise they have for you.

you find out what it is when you get to school and see a giant banner at the front of the school that reads "happy birthday y/n!". it's almost enough to make you cry.

once the school day is over you have to head home for the ceremony, but not before your best friends beg you to tag along, not knowing that you haven't exactly told your parents that you told them your secret.

its safe to say they were pissed off when you got home, but we're more understanding (and slightly shocked and scared) when you told them that scott was a werewolf. but the more supernatural the better!

the ceremony goes off without a problem, and by the end you already feel stronger. the new power surging through your veins gives you a boost of confidence.

you drive with stiles as he drops scott off, before he takes you up to your favorite spot overlooking the city. its one of your favorite ways to end a night, looking out at your home and talking to your favorite person in the world. with your newfound confidence, you admire stiles as he rants about something before grabbing his face and bringing him in for a kiss.

you pull away after a few seconds, looking at his dazed face to see if he reciprocates your feelings or not. when he gives you that signature dopy smile of his and kisses you, its more magical than you could've hoped for.

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[stopaskinf]

“I think we can last forever.”

Things Ateez boys remind me of:

Summary: This is the part.2 of my series of “things kpop idols reminds me of”

Genre: Fluff, Ateez hyung line

Word count: 1K

CW: Honestly, there are a few suggestive lines in this, but other than that nothing much. (MDNI on my page in general)

A/N: This one is more casual than my BTS reminders. Honestly don’t know how I feel about this, but hope yall enjoy.🫡

Hongjoong:

🪲Scorpions: It might have to do with the fact that he is canonically a Scorpio, but also the contrasting idea that something so small can be so prickly and deadly when it wants to be. 

🪲To add to that thought: Hongjoong reminds me of bug lollipops. Specifically ones with scorpions, spiders, and beetles. Combining the sweet, childlike flavors and colors of lollipops with the primal fear and disgust people have of bugs screams Hongjoong to me. Maybe it's the deadliness transparent beneath the sugary outside.

🪲Smoke, specifically cigarette smoke. I’m not sure if he smokes in real life or not, but he always gives me the vibe that he smells of nicotine and Jean Paul Gaultier cologne. Imagine he takes a break during an interview and he just has a Marlboro between his fingers that he steps out as the staff calls him back to continue his captain duties. 

🪲Additionally, this is very specific but I feel like he has a tad minty smell to him. Even if he does or doesn’t smoke, I feel like he’s the type to always have gum on him. Type of guy who needs to be prepared for any situation and to calm his nerves.  He also may have an oral fixation

🪲 Chipped nail polish. I feel like he’s been seen with chipped nails before. However, I cannot remember. It’s pretty self-explanatory; his love of queer and androgynous figures combined with being an idol on top of his bad sense of self-care leads to chipped nails. 

Seonghwa: 

🐇Lofi beats: The aesthetic of his Lego building lives is this. Additionally, whenever I see him, I feel like he’s the type who needs something lowkey in a lot of moments. He needs something almost comforting after he finishes his work. 

🐇 Anime endings: The same reasoning applied to Lofi beats applies to this. A constant need for something more soft and sweet. Almost melancholy and quiet when compared to the bright energy of their openings. It’s something to signal that there’s no need to put in more energy because you’ve already completed what you needed to. 

🐇 Polaroids: Another thing that I’m pretty sure has been attached to either him or Ateez. I feel like Seonghwa if given the time, would be good at photography. Polaroid cameras would be his favorite because of their easy portability and the intimacy of it. He can just pull it out any moment and take a beautiful candid shot that he can keep hung up in his room. Something that he took himself and gets to keep. 

🐇 Valentino perfumes- this one is pretty simple. Valentino prides itself on their gender-neutral scents so it makes sense that Seong Hwa gets associated with it. Specifically, the Uomo born in Roma perfume reminds me of him. Genderless, sleek, and subtly powerful. 

🐇 Cute keychains - Seonghwa looks to love cute things. He’s also constantly on the move, so cute keychains seem up his alley. Something small from a lover that he can carry around as a sign of devotion and affection. Something superficially cute but to him holds a silent love story.

Yunho:

🌼 High school crushes - The type of guy you see in class once and you instantly get attracted. He’s tall, sweet, friendly. Everything you could want in a high school boyfriend. He’s a little awkward and uncoordinated, but the small things like walking you to and from your classes and sitting with you at lunch? Makes every flaw unnoticeable. 

🌼 Headphones - He seems like the type who likes to enclose himself. Specifically, with music. The ability to focus and lose himself within the melodies and lyrics refreshes him. Especially when he’s listening to a song that reminds him of his lover.

🌼Anime love interest - He feels like a shoujo ML. The guy who is desired by all, but had by only one. The tall, beautiful man who calmly introspects and throws himself into vulnerability. He is the type of guy who looks at you and says, “I like you way more than you think…” He has the type of love that feels pure, almost everlasting. 

🌼 That one ML manhwa sweater - Y’all know exactly what sweater I’m talking about. This connects to the anime love interest in that he feels too good to be true. The guy who you’ve always dreamed about, but thought was unrealistic. Additionally, whenever I see comfy sweaters, it always reminds me of him. He needs to wear something comfortable to keep himself cozy and soft. Oh, and to make sure you have something to borrow from him. 

🌼Old white sneakers - Yunho feels nostalgic. The type of person who gladly accepts change and challenges because he sees them as a sign of love. To be loved is to be changed. He’ll wear his scars and rough edges with pride, for you shaped him.

Yeosang:

🍄Green - This is mostly due to his crazy form hair and that one SCRUMPTIOUS bouncy shirt. However, it’s also because he reminds me of nature. He has an almost fairy/nymph-like quality. The beautiful face lures you deeper and deeper into the woods, only to trap you within its beautiful prison. You’re both moths to each other’s flame. 

🍄London blue - This color feels elegant, almost regal. It gives the feeling of something encased within time but also out of it. Something that feels freighting and mysterious when it encompasses a house, though that quality makes it even more alluring. 

🍄 Music boxes - Yeosang reminds me of very material but immaterial things. A small dancer frozen in time that only shows their beauty when called upon. Something delicate but sturdy. Beautiful, but skittish. 

🍄 Precious little moments - Another thing that is immaterial and a little silly. Something about those little porcelain figures with their big eyes and warm but stagnant smiles. It’s familiar, friendly, but immovable. 

🍄Faded scraps/scabs - This is different when compared to the rest. They’re little blemishes that tell long-ago stories. You fell on concrete when you were a child, you accidentally cut yourself with a knife, or you fell out of a tree. Moments that brought so much pain that it’s engraved onto you. Something that seemed so harrowing, but now you hardly notice. Unless someone else points it out, of course.

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