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gingiesworld · 6 months

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Jewish Wanda Maximoff x Bad Boy M! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff was the school's sweetheart, everyone who knew her either wanted to be her friend or partner. Although she never truly wanted to be in a relationship as she was focused on her studies, especially as her father who was the Synagogue Rabbi. Oleg Maximoff was well respected among the Jewish Congregation in Westview, so his children were also expected to surpass the community's expectations, but there was one person who was quite the opposite.

Y/N Y/L/N, they were the school's bad influence, always skipping class to get high under the bleachers. Always taunting those who surpassed the school's expectations. They even had their eye on Wanda Maximoff, she was beautiful and they wanted her. That was all they knew.

"So, Stark is throwing a party on Friday." Nat spoke as she stood beside Wanda, leaning on the lockers.

"You know I can't go." Wanda told her.

"Just tell your parents we're having a sleepover." Nat told her. "Yelena will keep track of my parent's phone to keep our story."

"I don't know Nat." She whispered as she closed her locker, holding her books close to her chest.

"Come on." Nat pleaded. "I need my best friend there, besides, it's senior year. Live a little."

"Fine." She gave in as Nat squealed as she skipped.

"This is going to be so fun." Nat spoke excitedly as they walked to their next class. The two soon spotted Y/N, who sat in the seat at the back of the class. "You're in our seat." Nat told him as he shrugged.

"There's other seats." He pointed out as the two spotted one seat beside Bruce.

"But we always sit together." Nat told him firmly.

"Well, I guess you're on your own now." He smirked as he watched the two.

"Nat, just sit next to Bruce." Wanda told her. "It's only for an hour." Nat just sighed as she walked away as Wanda took the seat beside Y/N. He smirked as he watched her place her books down as the teacher walked in. "Aren't you getting your books out?" Wanda asked him as he smiled at her.

"I don't do books." He shrugged as she shook her head before turning her attention to the teacher. She soon felt his hand in her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You smell delicious today." He teased as he squeezed her thigh.

"Stop it." She growled as she pushed his hand away from her. "I am trying to learn."

"Of course." He leaned back as Wanda took notes. "Maybe you can tutor me sometime?" He questioned as he wriggled his eyebrows. "And I can help you in other ways." He whispered as he bit her earlobe.

"Ok, you will be paired with the person sitting next to you for the rest of the semester." The teacher said as she handed out worksheets. "I want you to work on the information I have given you to complete your project."

"Seriously?" Wanda whispered as she caught Nat's eyes, an apologetic look on her face as Y/N chuckled beside Wanda.

"Looks like we will be spending more time together sweetheart." He teased her as she started to pack her things. "So where shall we meet?" He questioned.

"Your place." She told him bluntly. "After school." With that, she hurried out of the classroom. Y/N smirked as he watched her walk away, earning a glare from Nat as they walked to their next class.

Although Y/N had bad intentions at first, he never expected to actually like the person Wanda is. The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself changing. He spent a majority of his time helping his Uncle at his auto shop, repairing cars and changing tires.

"You're spending an awful lot of time here." His Uncle smiled as Y/N came in after dropping Wanda at home after working on their project.

"I need the money." He told him as he started by grabbing the tools his Uncle needed.

"Or is it because of a certain brunette you've been hanging around." He smirked as Y/N shook his head.

"We're working on a project together." He told him. "Also, Stark is throwing a party tomorrow and I thought I would go."

"Ok." He nodded. "Just be careful and don't drive."

"I won't be drinking." He told him honestly. "You know I don't drink."

"But you smoke." He stated as Y/N shrugged

"That's different." He told him. "I do that for a purpose."

"I have offered to pay for therapy." He told him as they turned the engine over. "You don't have to deal with everything on your own son."

"I know." He told him as he moved to the next car. "I just. It's hard opening up so I like to be alone most of the time."

"Have you even bothered to talk to Val?" He questioned as Y/N shook his head.

"She is still out of state with her family." Y/N answered. "Her mom has been helping their Grandpa since his wife passed." He watched as Y/N walked away, throwing the rag on the side as he left the garage.

Wanda headed out to Nat's car that morning, a pep in her step as she threw her bag in the backseat. As soon as Nat started to drive, Wanda turned to face her.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Nat questioned as Wanda nodded, a nervous smile on her face.

"Just a little nervous too." She admitted. "What if my father finds out?" She questioned as Nat shrugged.

"That won't happen." She told her. "We have a plan, you can call your mom before we leave, tell her we're watching Miss Congeniality, one and two after we have finished our homework. Then maybe we can watch A Cinderella Story before we go to bed." She turned into her usual spot. "And if your mom calls to talk to you, Yelena will answer and tell her that you're asleep."

"What if she asks to talk to me?" Wanda questioned.

"Well, I don't know." Nat Sighed as the two got out of the car and started their day. Y/N had taken the seat beside Wanda in their classes, she even spotted him defending her twin brother. Pietro wasn't the strongest lad, he was on the track team so he never did many weights, she eyed the two as Y/N helped him up off of the floor, biting her lip as she watched him check on Pietro before he disappeared.

"Checking out the bad boy?" Carol Danvers sneered as she stood behind Wanda.

"I was checking my brother." She told her before she walked away. "In case you didn't see, he was just pushed down by your friends."

"I know." She laughed as she followed Wanda to her locker. "And I can see that you like Y/N."

"What makes you think that?" Wanda laughed as Carol smirked.

"I can see the way you look at him." She snarled. "But he is mine." With that she left as Wanda let out a breath. Putting her things away in her locker before she met Nat on the field for cheer practice.

"Are you ok?" Nat questioned as the two stretched, Wanda only nodded with a small smile before they started on the routine. Of course Y/N watched from his spot under the bleachers, rolling his eyes as he heard Carol approach him.

"Hey babe." She sauntered over to him, taking the smoke from between his lips.

"What do you want, Carol?" He questioned as he tried to look past her as Wanda did the routine.

"Do you want to maybe share a ride tonight?" She asked as he shook his head no.

"I'm good, thanks." He told her with a fake smile.

"Come on, maybe I can do something for you again." She said as her fingers danced along his arm.

"No." He told her. "You only gave me head because you wanted to bum a joint from me."

"And? I still did it." She scoffed. "Wanda won't do anything like that, she's the Rabbi's good little girl."

"Don't." He growled as he pushed her against the wall. "Talk about her like that."

"Or what?" She challenged as he wrapped his hand around her neck.

"I will make the last of your senior year hell and you know it." He moved away and started to leave her as she gathered herself, finding his domineering side arousing.

Wanda entered Tony's house arm in arm with Nat. Watching how everyone was already intoxicated, making out or grinding on each other.

"I'm going to get a drink." Nat told her as she just nodded, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"You look out of place." Y/N said as they stood beside Wanda.

"This isn't really my scene." She admitted as he hummed.

"Soda?" He asked as he held out an unopened can of cola.

"Thank you." She smiled as she took it from him.

"Come on." He gestured to the yard as she nodded, taking his hand as he led her through the bodies grinding sloppily. "Nat dragged you here." He started as Wanda nodded. "What would you be doing if she hadn't?"

"What?" She laughed as he smiled, taking a cigarette and lighting it.

"I just want to know you Wanda." He told her honestly.

"I would be at home, watching TV or reading." She told him honestly as she watched him take a drag. "They will kill you, you know." She told him as he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"I know." He told her. "It just helps me clear my mind sometimes."

"Because of your parents." She whispered as he sighed. "That's why you don't drink."

"I need another drink." He told her before walking away, Wanda felt bad about her words so she followed them outside to their car, Nat watched as she stood beside Maria.

"I'm sorry Y/N." She told him as he leaned on his car. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No." He whispered as he looked up, taking a deep breath. "It's not something that comes easy to me. Talking about it, my feelings. That just isn't me."

"You can talk to me if you ever need to." She told him softly as he just nodded.

"Do you want to go on a drive with me?" He asked her as she just nodded, watching as he opened the door for her. She smiled as she got it, only waiting a brief moment for Y/N to get in the driver's side.

"So?" Wanda questioned as he parked up at the look out.

"I like you." He blurted out. "I do, I just have this feeling when I'm around you. Like I don't have to be fake."

"Y/N." Wanda started as he shook his head.

"I don't expect you to say anything Wanda, I know I am not the best guy to be around but you make me want to be better." He told her, she only saw honesty in his eyes. "I just, you make me want to be a better me and I feel like I can open up to you."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered as she looked away.

"It's ok." He told her. "Don't say anything." He whispered as he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. Her breath quickened as he slowly leaned in. "Tell me to stop." He told her as he inched closer, his lips ghosting hers. She sighed as his lips touched hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing more as he never wanted to push her, nor make her feel uncomfortable.

As the days went on, turning into weeks. He would take her on dates to the movies, carnival or just for a walk along the beach. He also did his research on her religion, although he was an atheist, he respected Wanda and her family's beliefs.

Shavuot had soon approached and Wanda had invited him to come along to celebrate, so he dressed in a suit. Fixing his tie as he waited at the door for Wanda, he had already purchased a skull cap to place upon his head.

"Hi." She beamed as she kissed his cheek, he smiled as he saw Wanda in a respectable dress. Her hair flowing down over her shoulders.

"Hi." He whispered as he gazed into her eyes, oddly enough his favourite sight to see in this life.

"My father is already at the synagogue." She told him as she pulled him inside to introduce him to her mom. "Mother, this is Y/N, my boyfriend." She told her proudly.

"Hello." She smiled at Y/N, he gulped as he was visibly intimidated by her.

"Hi." He choked out as her mother smiled at Wanda.

"We should get going dear." She told her, Wanda nodded as she pulled Y/N outside, pulling him to his car as he sighed.

"I am nervous, Wan." He whispered as she chuckled, getting in the passenger seat.

"It's ok." She told him. "They'll like you." He just nodded as he drove.

All through Shavuot, Wanda watched as he listened intently to her father, his hands remained in his pockets as he spoke. She even spotted her father's smile as he patted Y/N's back, everyone seemed to like how he took the time to learn about her family's religion.

Even as the weeks passed and graduation was upon them, Wanda approached Y/N at his car.

"Let's drive." She told him as he nodded, the two got in as he drove to the lookout. Wanda unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face him. "I love you." She breathed out. "I guess I always had a crush on you but seeing how you were with my family and our religious traditions, I couldn't not fall even more than I already have." She cupped his face. "I am in love with you Y/N. I just need you to know before we finish school and move on to college or jobs but I do. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." He breathed out as he lunged forward, kissing her with love and passion, soon making out as their tongues danced together, but neither wanted to go any further just yet as Y/N wanted her first time to be special and he was willing to wait as long as needed.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 16 days

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wibta if i refused to help my classmates going forward?

i am in university for a science degree. i have been struggling for almost my entire degree due to undiagnosed ADHD and autism, as well as my habit from grade school of working myself too hard. i went into burnout from 2020-2022 and failed most courses i took. i had to cut down on my work significantly so i could stay in university and finish my degree. it's been 5 years and i'm just over halfway finished. the end's not in sight yet, but it's getting there.

this semester, i'm taking two courses that i've struggled in previously and am retaking actually. the term will most likely be over once this is posted. one i've finished twice but didn't have a high enough grade to move forward (chemistry) and the other i've dropped 2 times before to avoid failing (calculus). the subject areas might give more context, and my chemistry course isn't introductory. they're also notoriously very difficult, and most people end up retaking this chemistry course several times. they're both needed for my degree and a similar degree. someone in both classes (2 different people) made group chats specifically so we could help each other. at first it was a very good idea, and i myself benefitted from them, managing to get a really high mark on a math assignment because of the group chat and sharing our work/processes.

this term is the one term we have a mid-semester break, and while the details are irrelevant here, i went away during this break, and i came back in a fairly poor mental state. i didn't want to share my work anymore, and said i was uncomfortable doing so. this got me mocked (i believe, but no one's commented on it or said anything to me about it) in my math class group chat when i asked for the notes after having to leave class early due to the noise. i have misophonia, and i was incredibly close to shouting "shut the fuck up" one say when they honestly just wouldn't stop talking. it's been a problem this term in this class where several groups in the class have been chatting amongst themselves during lecture. my friend (i think we're friends?) emailed our professor (i think i was named in the email), and he addressed the class about it, but as a whole, has told me directly that there wasn't much else he could do about it since they might be talking to each other to understand better.

at this point, there's only about 3 weeks left of classes and then finals, so it's not worth dropping out, especially since i don't think i'm in danger of failing. but that was all kind of just background info. it's been a rough semester for me.

in my chemistry class, we have weekly lab reports. they aren't huge, 10+ page reports, and i can usually do them in about 2-3 hours of work total. i usually work on them in small pieces throughout the week, so i can focus on other assignments as well as lectures. they're due at the beginning of lab, and we have lab on friday afternoons. this wouldn't be an issue if not for thursdays.

at the beginning of the semester, i made myself kinda known as Someone Who Has Answers. i like to help people when they're struggling, and i know that these are difficult classes, and i have past experience taking them with these instructors specifically, so i helped in any which way i could. after our mid-semester break, i was in no mood to help anyone. but on thursday evenings and friday mornings, i would get text messages from a few people asking me about the lab report. but not just a few messages. i would get asked on EVERY BIT of the lab report. i try to be patient, as i understand hidden struggles. but i was at the end of my rope. i never snapped, and i always tried to help them, but sometimes i was very frustrated because on thursdays, i have 2 classes (doesn't sound like a lot, but at my school, my lectures are 2-3 hours long, so it's about 5 hours total of lectures) at two different campuses, so i leave at about 7:30am and get home at about 5:30-6:00pm. it's my night to clean the kitchen as well, so my patience is very thin at the end of the day. i never agreed to help them, and they are texting me. i don't know how to tell them "i'm in no mood to help" but it made me so upset to the point that i was saying that next semester, i wouldn't give my number to anyone. i'm not a tutor, and i'm struggling to stay afloat myself in these classes. i don't have all of the answers, and tbh i'm not even confident on most of my answers. i've tried to make this clear, but they still come to me for help. next semester, i'm retaking ANOTHER course that i failed (not failed, but didn't get a high enough mark to move forward) and i honestly feel like a dick for not helping when i could and should help.

this is probably a nonissue tbh. i'm on the verge of dropping out myself because i took on too much this semester and this just kinda feels like it's all more than i can handle.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bibisbestgirl · 1 year

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DEAD! (DILUC RAGNVINDR X FEM!READER)

Synopsis:

Y/n is a regular 20-year-old pre-med student--- until her life is abruptly cut short. Having a second chance to live, she must juggle college, solve her (past) murder, and catch a serial killer with the help of Dawn Winery's handsome owner.

WARNING ⚠️: DEATH, MURDER, CURSING, KMS/KYS JOKES, BLOOD MENTION

written + smau under the cut!

1,067 k works

CHAPTER 1: the day i died ( thanks amber! )

masterlist next

"AMBER! WHERE ARE YOU?! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

Y/n yelled into her phone as she hastily put on her shoes.

"I'm coming! AND STOP YELLING! You're gonna damage my eardrum. Archons, I don't know you can be so loud."

As Amber finished whining, Y/n slung her bookbag over her shoulder and quickly left her apartment and ran to the elevator.

" Oh my Archons, wrong day to ask Amber for a ride."

As the elevator went from the 3rd floor to the first, Y/n anxiously tapped her fingers on her arm. ' First bio lab this year, and I'm going to be late! '

The elevator made an audible Ding! as its doors slid open, and Y/n checked the time on her wrist. " 14 minutes?!" Bidding the doorman a quick goodbye, she exited her apartment building and ran towards Amber's car. Hopping in the van, she shoved her friend.

"I wish I could strangle you right now. HURRY! We're both going to be late! I STILL cannot believe how YOU'RE going to be a doctor, Amber."

Amber pulled out of the parking lot, and laughed. " I'm only doing it because you are! I'm surprised I made it this far."

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned on the radio.

"You're not the only one that's surprised.

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Y/n and Amber ran into the laboratory, quickly heading to your station. " Y'know, I'm kinda glad Professor Gunnhildr is late!" Amber comments as both girls put on safety equipment. " Yeah, That is quite strange, do you think the lab is cancelled?"

Y/n and Amber sit down while throwing theories at each other.

" To be honest I hope she doesn't come because you'll have to carry the lab. Y/n" said girl sighed and rubbed her forehead " I always do."

"Anyways-- WHO IS THAT!?"

Y/n turn to where Amber is pointing.

"Oh!"

Y/n would not exaggerate if she said the man in front of the class was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

" Do you think he's new to this class? Do you think I can pull him? My god, he is FINE! Should I ask for his number?"

"Amber, I thought you liked women."

"TECHNICALLY! I'm bi, but no man has ever wooed me, UNTIL NOW!"

As the Green-haired man looked over the class, He made eye contact with Y/n. He smiled, yellow eyes twinkling. "Did you see that?! Oh my Archons, Y/n I think he wants me."

Y/n flicked Amber's forehead " Stop being delusional, he just smiled at us." Looking back at the man, she noticed he sat his tote on the Professor's desk. "Oh! he's our professor! Is he subbing for Gunnhildr? Damn, I thought the class was cancelled."

The professor Claps his hands, getting the attention of students.

" Good Afternoon. Now, you must be wondering, 'Who is he? Where is the professor?' Well, I have come to inform you That Professor Gunnhildr injured herself on campus, and is on paid leave until she fully recovers. I'm Professor Baizhu, and it's a pleasure to meet you all. I am quite excited for this semester."

Professor Baizhu steps out from behind the desk and walks around.

" I may be young for a professor, but I promise that you will be educated like Gunnhildr intended, and I must add that I was a doctor; just like how you are learning to be one now. "

He looked across the room, his eyes landing on Y/n.

" Now, I believe we have a lab to complete. "

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After eating lunch ( and watching Amber flirt with Sara ) Ningguang dropped you back off at Tevyat University. By saying goodbyes to your friends, you prepare yourself for the final class of the day.

"I hate chemistry!"

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Y/n groaned in annoyance. 'Maybe I should get a driver's license...' Walking up to the bike, she quickly unlocks it from the cubby and pulls it out. Not wanting to over-exert herself at a late time, Y/n decided to walk a little before hopping on her bicycle.

Right when she exited campus, Y/n started biking. Shivering from the cool air on her exposed skin, She makes a quick decision to give up biking, and just walk the way home.

PSH!

Y/n paused. There was a sound of air squealing, and the young woman looked down. "No!" Y/n watched as her front tire deflated. Quickly wheeling the bike over to a brick wall, she turns it on its side.

Feeling around on the tire, Y/n then pulls something out of the tire. "...A tack..?" As she stands up to bring the bicycle upright, a male voice cuts through the quietness of the night.

"Need help, Miss?"

"Ah! No, thank you I-"

Y/n freezes as she felt something cold and sharp press against her neck.

"I think you need help."

"O-okay. Please don't hurt me."

The man ushers her into the alleyway.

"Do you want money? I'll give you my wallet. Please, don't hurt me."

Y/n shakes as she waits for a response, but the man stayed silent.

"-Guys! Can we get something to eat before we go drinking? I haven't eaten since 10 am!"

This was it. Y/n's chance to be saved.

"H-"

Y/n stopped. bringing a hand to her throat, she felt blood pour from it. She weakly pushed off her attacker and fell to the ground. Wheezing, she started to crawl away, one hand covering her injury.

"h-he..lp"

The man watches for a moment, before grabbing her leg to pull her deeper into the alley. He roughly turns her on her back, causing Y/n to cough. As he looks at her, he sees the pleading in her eyes, the pain in her eyes.

"Don't worry." The man pauses, adjusting the gloves on his hands

He grabs the bloodied knife from the gravel and lifts it above his head.

Y/n gasps, her body shooting out of her bed. Taking quick breaths, she wipes the sweat from her forehead. " A bad dream..?" She ponders for a moment, but then her memories return to her.

Tumbling out of bed, she clumsily makes it to her bathroom. Turning on the light, she looks at herself in the mirror. Analyzing her disheveled appearance, she touches her throat.

"But...."

Y/n sinks to the floor, the tile cooling her hot skin.

tag list (OPEN!) : @sleepy-waffle @zeldadou send an ask to be added to the taglist! :)

le's afterthoughts: tbh! i wanted all my chapters to be over 2k words but ik im gonna burn myself out fast, so the most any chapter will have is probably 1,500k words! ( lets see how long this lasts ) im also updating weekly!( probably) and yes! im publishing early bc i cant wait any more 😭 p.s: i didnt put this in the profiles but: MC & Amber are 20 (pre-medicine majors), Kokomi is 22 (marine biology major), Ningguang is 25 (economics major ), and Shenhe is 24 ( psychology major) i didnt mention it bc its not very important lol!

#DEAD!#genshin #genshin diluc #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin smau #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #LEwrites #LESsmau #diluc smau

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lily-janus · 10 months

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Take A Break

Summary: Logan first thinks of Janus as a smart but lazy person, but he's about to be proven wrong.

Pairing: pre-romantic loceit

Warnings: none that I can think of but do let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 1,225

For @loceitweek day 3 Law School/Astronamy

(I have no idea how law school work so it might sound more like regular school but bare with me😅)

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"...and then I will argue that the evidence is not really reliable because- are you listening?" Logan stopped his explanation, noticing that his… partner was, once again, not paying attention.

"Hm?" Janus hummed, focusing his gaze on Logan's own, "were you saying something?" He smirked, knowing full well how that will annoy Logan.

"You know as well as I that I've been," he used air quotes, " 'saying something', for the past hour. We need to do this assignment perfectly, Janus." Logan said, exasperated by his classmate.

Okay, don't tell Janus that, but Logan really does think Janus was an incredibly intelligent person, there were multiple occasions throughout the semester where Janus had impressed Logan with his arguments.

That being said, Janus had a tendency to be… extremely frustrating. Acting cocky and smug most of the time, egging people on with no more reason than simple amusement… and, of course, his cryptic way of behaving. And, for some unknown reason, Janus seems to enjoy annoying Logan the most out of all their classmates.

Always cornering him after lectures, arguing with him during lessons no matter what side he chooses, or are assigned to.

So, when they were chosen to work this assignment together… Logan was, at the very least, not pleased. Not that he'd ever defy the will of their teacher, so he was stuck with his smug classmates who didn't seem to care enough to even listen to Logan's ideas.

Janus shrugged, "maybe I know that, and maybe I don't, I could have a very short attention span for all you know about me, which isn't much besides my brilliant intelligence that I repeatedly show in class." Janus smirked smugly again.

Logan let out a frustrated sigh, "can we just be serious long enough to finish this?" He asked, on the verge of begging. He never ever failed at anything and he's not about to let Janus change that.

Janus groaned, "Jesus, Teach, ever heard of relaxing? We still got months until the due date." He pointed out.

"While true, you neglect the fact that this assignment is only one out of many others we have from other classes, plus my reputation to hand in assignments early-" but he was interrupted by another, rather exaggerative, groan from Janus.

"You talk a lot." Janus complained.

Logan could feel his eye twitching in annoyance, "well, it would seem like I'm the only one out of the two of us who's doing anything, why are you even in law school if you're not willing to put effort into anything?" Logan asked with a groan of his own, not really looking for an answer, mostly wanting to annoy Janus back.

But of course, that didn't work, as Janus' smirk only grew, seeming more satisfied the more frustrated Logan became. "I wouldn't say that, I put lots of effort into my studies, I'm just balancing it more so I won't get overwhelmed and burned out. Surely you can appreciate a healthy work balance, right Teach?"

Logan's fist hit the table, "stop calling me that!"

Janus was unphased, "how about… professor? Nerd? Glasses? Ooh, maybe Specs?"

"How about simply Logan?" Logan suggested, as calmly as he could.

Janus faked thinking it over before shaking his head, "nah, I like Specs best."

With a growl of frustration, Logan dropped his pen and pushed his chair away from the desk, "I think we're done for today.."

Janus clapped his hands together in glee before standing up, "marvelous! Same time next week?" He winked at Logan.

Logan blushed slightly at the gesture for some reason, "ah.. sure."

Janus smirked again, "it's a date, Specs!" He called as he walked out of Logan's dorms.

That statement caused Logan's blush to deepen, which was… odd.

…

"Oh he is totally flirting with you, Lo!" Roman, his roommate, said after Logan finished telling him about Janus.

Logan huffed, "I doubt annoying me is considered flirting." Roman was being ridiculous again, there's no way!

Roman shook his head with a sigh, "sometimes I forget how little you understand about the delicate art of romance." He said, "it's because he likes you!"

Logan almost laughed at Roman's statement, "that's absurd, we're both completely different and he always gets out of his way just to get a rise out of me and… always corners me after class and…" he trailed off in thought.

"And trying to get your attention and more time to be with you?" Roman finished for him with a knowing smile.

The more Logan thought about it now, the more Roman's explanation made sense… is he feeling the same way?

"Oh my stars! You're blushing! You like him too! Oh, the robot finally found his heart!" Roman swooned, placing both his hands on his heart in a dramatic gesture.

Logan shook his head, "n-no, no. Janus doesn't like me and I don't like him."

Roman was still smiling knowingly at him, "ah ha, sure, whatever you say, Calculator Watch." He winked at him.

…

"You're late." Logan said when Janus finally showed up to their second meeting to work on their assignment.

As usual, Janus was unphased, he simply walked in, took his seat on Roman's red beanbag, put his legs up on a chair and leaned back on his hands. Choosing the most dramatic position to show his carefree attitude towards this assignment that they were supposed to work on together.

"Sorry, Specs, it took longer than I thought it would, but I'm here now aren't I?" Janus looked up at Logan to where he sat in front of his work desk.

"It?" Logan asked, "what were doing that took so long?" He asked, barely two seconds passed and he was already starting to get annoyed. What could possibly be more important than law school? Does Janus hold no regards to-

"Our assignment, of course." Janus said casually, halting Logan's thoughts in their place for a minute.

"Excuse me?" Logan asked, surely he didn't hear that correctly.

Janus smirked and handed Logan the notebook he's been holding, "o-u-r a-ssign-ment." He said slowly, emphasizing every syllable.

Eyeing Janus suspiciously, Logan took the notebook and looked it over… he really did do it…

Janus suddenly hopped to his feet, offering Logan his hand, "now that the boring stuff is out of the way, it's time for you to relax with me." He smirked at him.

Logan frowned, "what do you mean?"

Janus sighed, "I really need to spell it out to you, huh?" He chuckled to himself, "fine. Logan, will you go on a date with me?"

Logan flushed a deep red, "b-but there's still work to-"

"Logan." Janus cut him off, suddenly serious, "you really need to learn to take breaks from time to time, you're not helping anyone by running yourself to the ground."

"I'm… not running anywhere, let alone to the ground…" Logan stammered, trailing off.

Janus snickered again, "it means you're overworking yourself, c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite Cafe' on campus." Janus gently grabbed one of his hands and tagged on it.

Still flushing, Logan gave in, putting Janus' notebook on his desk before standing up and following Janus.

Perhaps Janus had a point, he doesn't remember taking a single break other than sleep since the start of semester. And, well, Janus wasn't the worst person to take his first break with…

#sanders sides #logan sanders #ts janus sanders #pre romantic loceit #loceitweek2023 #day 3: law school/astronomy #sanders sides fanfic #Lily writes #roman sanders

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babybatscreationsv2 · 5 months

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Thankful ch1

Marvel | Starker

It's been a few weeks since Halloween and Peter can't say he's over what happened between him and Tony. Tony's usual bullying is now tinged with a bit of flirting leaving the school wonder what exactly is going on between them. Peter can't help but wonder the same thing.

Rating: Explicit

Sequel to Ghostface

Forever for and inspired by my muse, H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: high school au, bullying, public sex, orgasm denial, humiliation, fear kink, rough sex, face fucking

There was an energetic buzzing in the air. Everyone was practically bouncing around the school. Books were shoved into lockers, happily forgotten. Half of the seniors had already dipped out. Ned hadn't even come to school since his family was leaving to visit relatives for the holidays. MJ had slipped out when the seniors did. Peter didn't mind wrapping up his classes for the semester. Most of his teachers just had them watch movies anyway. They knew better than to think anyone was paying attention on the last day before a big break.

He threw his backpack over his shoulder and turned away from his locker. He might have been the only student who bothered taking his books home. AP classes didn't care about holiday breaks. He had essays to write.

The hall was nearly empty by now. He waded through the few stragglers on his way to the side exit, but something caught his eye as he passed through the gym. Black fabric, the thin Halloween costume kind, was sticking out of the gym doors. Curious, Peter opened the door.

From the doors fell a familiar mask. The sharp smacking sound made him flinch as it fell to the ground. He stared at the creepy distorted face for a moment. Then he checked to see if anyone in the hall was watching before entering the gym.

It appeared empty. Most of the lights were off, only a few were left on for security. Peter picked up the mask and walked fully into the room.

"Tony?" he called. The only response was a noise from behind the bleachers. Anxiety flared under his skin. What was that boy up to now? Scared as he was to find out, he was equally as excited. So he followed the sound. He dropped his bag and the mask on the bottom most bleacher before walking around the corner.

"Tony?" he called again. Hands grabbed him from behind and dragged him to the floor. He gasped, but didn't scream. Tony smiled down at him from where he laid on his back.

"You'd never survive a horror movie, sweetheart," he teased.

"Don't I get points for fucking the killer?"

Tony bent down and crushed their mouths together. Peter moaned, arms wrapping around him and pulled him close. He whimpered when Tony's thigh pressed down between his legs. He rubbed himself against it and Tony moaned into his mouth.

"I've been following you around all day," he said, looking at him with wild eyes. His hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them up by his head. "I was waiting for you to leave, but you're too much of a teacher's pet to ditch on the one day we're all allowed to."

"You're here, too. What does that make you?"

"Horny." Tony smirked. "You owe me for keeping me waiting."

"I don't owe you shit. I didn't tell you to stay."

Tony leaned a little closer, voice going rough. "You owe me." The grip on his wrists tightened for a second. "Don't move."

He let go of his wrists and sat up. Peter didn't move. Tony held his gaze as he worked open his jeans. He shoved them down off of his hips and reached a hand inside. Peter shivered at the sight of his cock in his hand. He couldn't help but remember when Tony held him down and forced it between his lips. When he got off on him crying. It was scary to think that Tony didn't care if he wanted it or not. That if he said no, he'd just hold him down. He wanted him to hold him down.

"Open wide, Petey."

"No!" Peter spat before clamping his mouth shut. He turned his head away.

"Come on. It's a little late to be a prude don't you think?" Tony grabbed his jaw and turned his head back, but Peter only glared. "Open the fuck up!" Tony jammed his fingers into Peter's mouth and he bit down. He swore as he yanked his hand back. The slap against his cheek was real. Pain burst against the side of his face and tears welled in his eyes. He gasped, open mouthed, as he realized how gentle Tony was being when he hit him before.

Tony took advantage of his slack mouth to force his dick inside. His hands grabbed his wrists again, holding him down. Peter struggled against him just to feel it when he pushed him harder into the ground.

Tony didn't care about how much he gagged, giving him little time to recover and forcing Peter to get really good at controlling his gag reflex really quickly. He was brutal and mean and he moaned every time Peter whimpered or choked. It hurt when he pushed into his throat, but he couldn't turn his head away. It was hard to remember to breathe when Tony let him. When he pulled his cock from his lips, drool spilled over his lips and ran down his face. He let his mouth hang open, staring up at him with glassy eyes until he stuffed his lips again. Tony looked so shitty and smug.

Peter wished he had something to rub against or at least had a hand free. He wanted to cum so bad. He begged around the cock in his mouth.

Tony laughed. "You're such a fucking slut, Peter. All of that struggling until there's a dick inside you." He pulled his cock from his lips and smacked it against his face. Peter moaned. His thighs squeezed together.

"Please, Tony," he gasped.

"Do you wanna cum, is that what you're begging about?" Tony asked and Peter nodded. "That's too bad. I dragged you back here to use this hole not to get you off."

Peter moaned as he stuffed his cock back into his mouth. His whole body tingled. He was Tony's toy, a limp sex doll. Getting his mouth fucked felt almost as good as getting his ass fucked.

"That's it," Tony praised. His voice was ragged and strained. "Always a perfect victim." He stuffed his cock as deep as he could get it, forcing Peter's throat open. He whimpered and tried to be good while Tony panted over him until he came down his throat. Peter gagged as he pulled his cock back out. His eyes were burning with tears.

Tony patted his cheek. "Good boy," he said. He fixed his pants and sat down on the floor. Half dazed Peter sat up beside him. He wiped spit and tears from his face.

"That hurt," he complained. His voice was ragged.

Tony smiled. "Good." He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close to kiss him. It was hard and dirty, Tony's tongue invading his mouth while Peter just let him. He was so horny he felt dizzy. All he wanted was for Tony to keep touching him.

Peter moved in closer, climbing onto Tony's lap. He whined, squirming and rolling his hips. Tony's tongue in his mouth made him moan. His fingers tugged on his hair. He just wanted to cum and he didn't care if he did it while humping Tony's thigh like a dog.

Tony's hands wandered over his body, slipping under his shirt, running over his thighs. His tongue left his mouth to kiss his neck. Peter moaned as he sucked on the crook of his shoulder. He was so close, so close. And then Tony pushed him off of his lap. Peter stared, dazed, mouth wet and open. Tony looked smug.

"It's about time I got home," he said. "Lots to do. I'll call you." He winked. Then he stood and brushed the gym dirt from his clothes.

"But..." Peter started.

Tony laughed. "It's not like I can walk you home, Pete. Someone will see. Have a nice break." He turned away and walked underneath the metal bars.

The mask was laying on the floor. Tony scooped it up and looked at it. Then he shot Peter a wink before putting it on. Then he walked off, back around the bleachers and out of the gym. Peter thought about getting himself off, but jacking off by himself in the school gym sounded a million times more embarrassing than getting his face fucked. He'd just have to wait until he calmed down enough to walk home. At least it was Thanksgiving break and he wouldn't have to deal with Tony again for a while.

#marvel #starker #prompt fill #holiday fic #thanksgiving

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elidoesntbreathwee · 1 year

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-Steddie Coffee Shop AU-

Eddie walked into a coffee shop, after getting about, no sleep the night before. He usually made his own coffee but the coffee machine was broken at the trailer and neither he, nor Wayne had gotten around to fixing it. He also was way too tired to make coffee, let alone breakfast so he decided to come here instead.

It was a small coffee shop, even for Hawkins, but it was Eddie's favorite, maybe because it had the least amount of people. He walked through the door and the small bell rung above him. The lady at the counter greeted him as he walked toward her.

"Hey, what can I get you?" She said as she leaned on the counter.

"Robin Buckley?" Eddie questioned, he'd seen her in band at school.

"That's my name." She smiled and pointed to her name tag. She was about to ask something, most likely what Eddie had wanted to order, but before she could, she was called from the back.

"Just a minute!" She called back

"No," Her boss came out from the back and said "right now. I'll have Steve serve this guy."

"Sorry," She smiled, falsely "Steve will be here to take your order in just a moment, but I have to go take care of something." She turned and followed her boss, sighing dramatically.

Eddie waited there, wondering why this had to happen the morning he was so sleep deprived, for about a minute or two (2), until another employee came out. Eddie's jaw dropped

"Steve Harrington!" Eddie wasn't entirely sure why he was shocked, maybe because that was a super rich guy working in a bit of a dump, or just because that was Steve Harrington.

"Can I get you something or would you rather gawk?" Steve said irritably, clearly not having it that day either.

"Yeah sorry, just a black coffee, please."

"Mk, a dollar forty-five ($1.45)"

Eddie handed him a dollar, a quarter, two (2) dimes, and a nickel and when he put it in Steve's hand he looked up at Eddie, looked him right in the eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes?" Eddie was confused, he gave Steve the exact amount, what had he done wrong

"Oh my god," Steve muttered under his breath "Whatever."

Eddie got his coffee and went to one of the tables next to a window, near the counter. Steve stood there, messing with the register, waiting for more customers to come in, but Eddie couldn't stop looking at him. Steve had changed since second semester of his senior year, Eddie knew that, but he seemed different, Eddie could feel it.

"You really like staring, huh?"

"Huh?"

"You like staring." Steve, who had walked up to the table Eddie was sitting at, said to him.

"Oh my god! I- I'm sorry, I guess I was blanking out and I was staring, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have blanked out, I-" Eddie panicked, and probably would've gone on forever if Steve hadn't interrupted

"It's fine. I don't really care."

"What? Wait... really?" Eddie was genuinely confused

"Yeah, it's whatever. You we're blanking out anyways so who cares." Steve said tiredly, and just then he closed his eyes and fell forward, toward Eddie, who caught him before Steve could hurt himself on the table or anything else.

"Steve? Steve you ok? Steeve?" Eddie shook Steve slightly.

Robin come out form the back to tell Steve that she could take the register again, when she saw him collapsed onto Eddie, who was still trying to wake Steve up. She ran over to them

"What happened?!"

"I- I don't know, he just came over here and then he, i dont know? Fell asleep?" Eddie looked up at Robin, brows furrowed.

"He needs to go home." Robin thought for a moment "Do you mind taking him? I dont get off for lunch for until 3, since it's summer." Robin explained

"Sure, you sure he wont freak out or something though?"

"Why would he?"

"Falling asleep at work and the next thing you know you're in your house with Eddie Munson? I'd freak out if i where him." Eddie brought up a good point so why was he on his way to the Harrington's house with Steve, asleep in his van.

When they got to Steve's house, Eddie shook him awake to get him out. Steve, half asleep, walked towards his front door, leaning on Eddie for support. They got to the door and Steve sleepily handed Eddie his house key, which he reluctantly took, and unlocked the door.

Steve pointed to the couch and Eddie helped him to get over to it to lay down. Steve was situated on the couch, so Eddie left the key on the coffee table and started toward the door.

"Don't go."

"What?"

Eddie turned around to see Steve sitting up, trying to get off the couch, though he was having a lot of trouble due to how tried he was. Eddie walked quickly over to the couch and sat Steve back down.

"Hey, you gotta get sleep, alright."

"Stay." Steve held Eddie's wrist

"What do you mean, Stevie?" Eddie's face softened

"Stay with me. Please."

Eddie smiled. "I'm here."

-The End-

AN: here's a ficlet since my Chrissy and Eddie is taking way longer than i thought it'd take :P but i need it to be perfect becuz theyre besties and stuff and i love them :> ALSO im very aware that this kinda steers away from the coffee shop idea lmao, but i hope u like it anyways :)

#steddie #steve #eddie #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #eddie x steve #steve and eddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie au #coffee shop au

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nczennie · 2 years

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Pairing: Reader x Jeno Featuring: Ravenclaw!Reader, Hufflepuff!Jeno Genre: Angst Warnings: Language, brief non-detailed descriptions of a physical fight.

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan

"Okay, I've got a plan" Hufflepuff!Jeno exclaims as soon as he plops his lunch down, joining his friends in the dining room. His friends eye him curiously as they wait for him to continue, unsure what this plan could be, or even what he would need a plan for.

"As you guys know," Jeno starts his speech and the others could already tell he was proud of what was about to come out of his mouth. "My last quidditch game of the semester is coming up on Friday, and we happen to be playing Ravenclaw". "And as you guys also know, the love of my life happens to belong to said house". Ravenclaw!Renjun rolls his eyes at his friend, picking up his drink to sip, already not impressed with the Hufflepuff's antics.

"Which means you'll be playing against her boyfriend!" Slytherin!Jaemin butts in, mouth full of his lunch. Jeno sends a glare to the boy, "That's besides the point, what really matters is that Hufflepuff with be hosting a party that night, no matter if we win or lose because it's the last game before break". "Ah," Slytherin!Haechan draws out, nodding his head as though he finally caught onto what his friend was suggesting, "That means Hyunjin will show up to the party with his girlfriend and you get to spend all night pinning over her from afar!" He finishes with sarcasm dripping from his voice and his smile.

Jeno was not amused by his friends, "Yeah, you would know a lot about that wouldn't you". Besides him Jaemin nearly spits out his drink as Haechan's smile drops immediately. At this Renjun's girlfriend speaks up from where she's sitting, the Slytherin girl wanting nothing more than to stop anymore drama after they had just started to patch things up, "Okay, stop it. Jeno ignore him, what does this have to do with whatever plan you were talking about". The Hufflepuff's smile returns to his face as he is reminded of what he originally wanted to say, "Well take a look at what I have to help me with the night", he smirks before reaching in the pocket of his black robe. Upon returning his hand, the others look closely and notice a small glass bottle, a cork as a lid holding in the golden liquid inside.

"What is th-" Haechan starts to question but his answer is already found when their Ravenclaw friend speaks up. "What the hell, Jeno!" Renjun exclaims, "Isn't that the bottle of liquid luck Karina won in potions!" The others gasp around him as they recall their classmate winning the small bottle as reward for completing the best brew in the class.

The Hufflepuff smirks as he seemingly finally got the full attention of those around him, "Yep, that's exactly what it is". Jaemin looks at the boy worriedly, "You stole it from her?" The boy shakes his head, putting the small potion back in his robe for safe keeping, "Of course I didn't, we made a deal".

His friends around him stay silent, looking at him expectantly to continue his story as he seems crazier and crazier by the second. "I happen to know Karina very well, and that includes knowing about her one-sided love for none-other than Ravenclaw's Hwang Hyunjin,"

"You've got to be kidding me," the Slytherin girl at the table speaks up.

"I know right, she's got awful taste," Jeno tsks taking a sip from the drink in front of him. "No Jeno," Haechan speaks up, "She means to say you can't seriously be working with Karina to break up a happy couple because of your guys one-sided crush". Jeno straightens in his seat, "Are you guys being serious? We're not doing anything weird, we're simply talking to them and if they decide we're the better choice for them that's on them". "But you're under the influence of magic," Rejun furrows his eyebrows. The Hufflepuff huffs out a sigh, rolling his eyes and loosening the tie on his neck making it obvious how annoyed he is with his friends and their lack of support. "It's not a fucking love potion, I'm just trying to have a conversation with her and I could use some more confidence". This time Jaemin speaks up, "Dude, you're using magic- no matter what kind it is, to speak to a girl to try to get her to date you. One, she already has a boyfriend, and two, you're not even going to be yourself when you drink that thing"! "You know what," Jeno stands abruptly in his seat, "Forget about it, forget everything I said." He gathers his stuff in a rush, "I would've at least expected some support from my friends". And with that he makes his way out of the dining hall, his friends watching his back unsure of what to do in this situation.

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Friday rolls along before Jeno knows it and as he finishes his final game of the semester his confidence is on another level. Not only did they beat Ravenclaw, their first time this year, but if was he who scored the winning point. He was all smiles as he cleaned up in the locker room, even his friends had come to support him, all congratulating happily and promising to see him later on at the party Hufflepuff was holding. It was going to be the biggest party of the year, all houses coming together to celebrate the last quidditch game before break and to let loose before the examinations coming next month.

Jeno had just dressed in clean clothes and was running a towel through his hair, drying it as much as he could after his shower. "Hey man, you coming?" Jeno looks up to see his teammate Eric leaning down the row of lockers to check on him. He smiles and nods, "Yeah, just give me a sec to clean up my stuff here, I'll see you there". Eric gives him an over exaggerated thumbs up before his other teammate Chani leans over as well, "Don't take too long, you know the Slytherins will get all the good drinks as soon as possible and we don't want to miss out". Jeno smirks and waves them off, "Don't worry I won't be more than five minutes tops!" The other two boys leave their captain with a wave and Jeno listens carefully until the door shuts behind them leaving him alone.

He quickly leans over his bag, finding his robe and digging through the pocket to pull out the tiny potion he has obtained earlier in the week. He smirks as he opens the top, quickly glancing around him before quickly chugging the contents. He grimaces and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking his head and returning the bottle to where it was hidden before. Jeno quickly grabs his stuff and makes his way out of the locker room, eager to wash the magic down with a drink.

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Jeno feels amazing. He wasn't quite sure if it was the potion or the constant stream of people coming up to him and complimenting him on the game, but at this point he didn't care. His ego was at an all time high and he felt he could do anything- including talk to his crush in front of her boyfriend.

Catching a glance of the Ravenclaw couple across the room, Jeno stretches his neck to prepare himself before making his way over to the two. As he draws closer he notices the furrowed eyebrows of the girl as the boy seems to be whispering out words in a furious manner. He chuckles to himself, they must be having an argument, perhaps having seen Hyunjin and Karina talking earlier left the Ravenclaw girl is distress.

"Trouble in paradise?"

The two look over at the Hufflepuff boy who butted into their conversation, Hyunjin looking ready to end him while even the girl seems annoyed with her eyebrows drawn together and a frown etched on her face. "Jeno?" She questions, surprised to find him the cause of her current annoyance of being interrupted. Jeno lets out a chuckle, mouth moving into a smirk as he drapes his arm over Hyunjin's shoulder, "Rough day for you bud, first you lose the game cause you failed to block my shot and now you're stuck in an argument instead of enjoying the party!". The Ravenclaw girl stomach turns as she takes in the way Jeno is acting, sure they've only met in tutoring but she always considered him to be a kind easy-going person; nothing at all like his behavior now.

With a lack of response Jeno laughs once more hand coming up to ruffle Hyunjin's long hair. Not having his antics, the Ravenclaw boy gives Jeno a rough shove, "Don't fucking touch me". Jeno licks his lips, eyes moving to glare at his enemy, "Or what", he moves forward shoving the boys shoulders across from him. "You guys, c'mon stop". The Ravenclaw girl attempts to deescalate the situation but it seems her words fall on deaf ears. "You already lost the game and you'll sure as hell lose this fight too," the potion streaming through Jeno's blood seemingly rushing to his brain and cloudy his judgement and opening his mouth, "And that's not the only thing you'll lose, pretty boy" Jeno only takes a second to glance at the girl before Hyunjin comes barreling forward tackling the Hufflepuff to the poor.

"Hyunjin!" the girl calls out, "Stop! You guys!" she tries to move forward but her screams are unheard by the guys wrestling each other on the floor. Jeno can only hear ringing in his ears as he finally gets the advantage over the other boy, hand raising as he readies himself to throw a punch on the boy under him. However the blow never comes as his arm is yanked back, Jeno loses his balance as he was pulled back and off of Hyunjin. Looking up in frustration he sees Jaemin glaring at him, another presence comes to his left as he turns to see Haechan helping Jaemin pull their friend up.

He feels slightly dizzy and confused as he stands up with the help of his friends as he watches Hyunjin attempt to sit up with the help of the Ravenclaw girl and another Ravenclaw he recognizes as Sanha. He watches as she grabs his arm to stable him walking and he stomach sinks as the realization of it all. Jeno calls out her name, not knowing what he would actually say but anything for her to see his regret. Although it never comes because at the sound of it, she turns and sends the Hufflepuff a death glare dirty enough to make anyone tremble.

Jaemin gives the boy a rough pat on the shoulder clearly annoyed, "Looks like Hyunjin has the real luck here, huh?".

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HELLO KELLS! I have a question for you🤭 what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on? pls explain if your comfy!! <33

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babe… this is gonna be a TRIP……… LET ME GET ON MY MACBOOK FOR THIS ONE.

i met this guy in high school but we only started talking exclusively after my first year of uni (i ended up dropping out at the end of first semester), he was super cute, super fun, just a cute guy in general.

average white male that weirdly had no hoes?? like he was a lonely good looking man.. that's suspicious as fuck but i let it slide bcs i'm nice and i was desperate.

our first date was at the movie theatres or whateverrrr ahfefhaehf cute date idea, very cliche. anyway, we arrive at the food stands and we're waiting to order our shit and he buys a LARGE bag of popcorn. keep that part in mind. pls keep that shit in mind bcs you'll understand.

we go sit in our seats, movie starts, everything's going good, until it gets a lil hot and spicy. he's trying to touch me, i'm trying to touch him, blah blah blah. so we end up dipping and going back to his car to get a lil freaky and have some fun.

when i fucking tell you,, this actually felt like a nightmare. he leaned in to kiss me SLOPPY, FULL-ON SALIVA SLOP, HIS MOUTH WAS COVERED IN POPCORN CRUMBS. HIS LIPS WERE GREASY AND COVERED IN BUTTER.

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, I FELT LIKE I WAS CHEWING ON KERNELS WHEN HE WAS MAKING OUT WITH ME. i was so down bad to the point where i fucking let that shit continue bcs i wanted to catch some easy dick

then i threw up. in his car. bcs of his popcorn ass breath.

he drove me home all angry and blocked me on every social media account ever… EVEN TIKTOK. I WAS FLABBERGASTED. so guys. never go to the movies as a first date and buy a bag of popcorn. stick w the frozen yogurt.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ anon: ⭐️#જ⁀➴ mail: received #tw food mention

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drsorrell · 7 months

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Mon. 10.9.23

Take a moment and read the cartoon above. Believe it or not, this is from 1995, but it seems to work these days, too!

WATCH ME NOW! VIDEO COVERING CLASS TODAY: https://vimeo.com/872570369/f57ed1630c?

Ch. 7, “‘SO WHAT? WHO CARES’: Saying Why It Matters” = SUPER IMPORTANT CHAPTERS AND IDEAS!

Why am I bothering to read this? Why haven't I stopped reading this and started doing something else instead? What does this piece of writing have to do with ME or someone or some group I care about?

For example, I'll read almost anything about parenting, photography, or urban legends :)

You already know how to do this! We make sure what we say seems significant when talking. You can notice when the person you're talking to is losing interest, and you can then adjust your conversational strategy to get their interest back. We do a lot of this unconsciously, without even thinking about it!

Suppose I'm going on about how my new classroom this semester has positively affected my students compared to my old classrooms last year. My wife looks like she is considering hitting me on the head with a baseball bat. In that case, I will change the subject quickly but keep the topic, like "Where are you teaching this semester? What's that room like

"So what?" Make the reader care about what you are arguing, then connect it to a more significant issue or debate already going on. If it's a debate, then people think it's essential; if people think it's important, they are much more likely to pay attention. As we know from the endless political debates on both sides, careful analysis of evidence isn't enough to make someone care. Compare the following sentences:

(1) "Freshman enrollment at SVC has decreased in the last year." Okay, sure. It may go up and down all the time. What do I know? (2) "Freshman enrollment at SVC has decreased by 25% in the last year. 400 students started here in 2022, but only 300 students did in 2022. Nationwide, college enrollment has dropped, but the effects of this, both positive and negative, are felt more strongly at smaller schools with smaller communities, like SVC." Now, that is a bigger deal; a quarter drop is significant, and you connected the local issue to a national one. You grabbed my attention.

"Who cares?": Address a specific audience who cares about what you're saying. Show how you're saying differs from other people discussing this topic. Obviously, I'm your reader, but we're imagining you're writing an essay like those in your textbook, only much better than them! Whom are you trying to convince of what?

For example: (1) Republicans always incorrectly say that immigration... (2) The problem with the liberal view on immigration...

You just alienated anyone on the other side. If that's okay with you, keep writing. Suppose you want to reach the most people, a specific group regardless of their political beliefs, or, à la Boyd and Blanda, someone who might not already agree with you. In that case, you can't start by declaring your allegiance to a side. Instead, try something like these:

(1)There are many politicized views on immigration. Although I tend to accept the idea that there is too much illegal immigration, what I really want to do in this paper is point out that we need to put the issue of illegal immigration in America in a worldwide context. (2) Openness toward illegal or legal immigrants is a nice idea backed up by a Christian worldview. However, illegal immigration directly affects small, rural communities, and I plan on examining those in detail here. (3) Immigration is an issue, like many others, that needs to be considered and addressed by research, not just opinions. The research, both historical and contemporary, supports not only being open toward immigration but also the fundamental role immigration has played in building the country that we live in. (4) Immigration works. That is not to say it does not cause problems, but overall, it works. My argument revolved around how it works. I will mention some of the issues caused by immigration but leave those up for someone else to discuss.

The examples above help demonstrate the difference between opinion and analysis/argument that I have been going over in class.

Activity and Homework: Start working on Outline #2, which is due by the beginning of class Wednesday. We are all commenting on everyone's this time, not in groups.

Example of starting to figure out an Outline

- Vance bc story to analyze + TS & IS - Blanda bc idea to apply to Vance's story & my own ideas + TS & IS - Connections? “Other side” → Both Blanda and Vance forget that there are, in fact, an infinite number of sides; realizing that there are as many sides as there are individuals is a key part of realizing the limits of communication. - 3 quotes - So what? Economically and psychology - Who cares? Political pundits/experts - Counterargument: Infinite regress/relativism--how can we know or do anything then? - BP1: Vance quote - Blanda quote - BP2: Vance quote - Blanda quote - BP3: Vance quote - Blanda quote

When we get to the Final Draft, Paper #2 should demonstrate:

You can represent an author's ideas and evidence correctly (TS).

You can respond to an author with your own idea (IS).

You can interpret quotes as evidence (TS-E).

You can use other kinds of evidence not found in the reading: your own life experience, things you know from high school or other classes, stories you have heard, etc. (IS-E)

You can elaborate your IS into a coherent, unique thesis that adds something NEW to the conversation by agreeing with the authors but pointing out something the authors forgot, agreeing with the authors but extending their argument to a different population, completely disagreeing with the authors, agreeing and disagreeing with certain parts of their position, or, finally, bringing up a totally new idea and subject that you can tie back into your discussion of the readings.

You can make your paper seem immediate, critical, and necessary (So what?).

You've thought about the audience: whom are you writing for and why, which significantly affects how you go about all of the above!

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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luvlysangi · 2 years

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expensive date :: san

*.~ pairing: richcollegefratboy!san x fem y/n character

*.~ warnings: none!

*.~ genre: fluff! oh so much fluff we love a man who spoils their loved one with love and affection 😭💓

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"Sis! Mail for you!"

I curiously perk up to my older sister's call and I get up from the couch to go over to where she was in the kitchen.

She chuckles as she looks between the small gift-wrapped box and me, "I think I know who this is from."

As she goes over the rest of the mail on the kitchen table, I inspect the black wrapping paper and the red ribbon tied around the box. I scoff knowing already who this is from. I open the packaging and it was an aquamarine-colored box from Tiffany and Co, a popular jewelry brand.

When I open the box I gasp and my sister quickly comes over to my side to get a closer look. Inside the box were shiny and sparkly diamond earrings and a handwritten note on the inside of the box.

𝒯ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ✧ 𝓒.𝓢.

It was from none other than that rich frat boy from my college, Choi San. He's in a few of my classes and I've recently discovered that he has a huge crush on me and has been my secret admirer all semester. Almost every day or at least every week, something comes to me, and something expensive and high quality.

He's bought me jewelry, designer bags, clothes, perfume, makeup, heck he even bought me a new phone the one day I dropped it and cracked the glass screen.

My sister squeals and shakes me, "just date him already!!!"

"No!!!" I tell her and close the box up.

"Why not!?! He goes out of his way to buy all these lovely things for you!!"

I take a breath, "I-I know that..."

I don't hate him. He's so kind to me and sweet and he always makes me smile somehow. It's just he doesn't have to do all of this for me though. I get he's rich, he's a part of the rich fraternity on campus, and his parents both work high-paying jobs at high-paying companies. Still, I'm too speechless.

How am I supposed to even pay him back for his kindness? I can't afford expensive things and it makes me feel bad. A couple of times I've told him to stop sending me gifts but he insists, telling me that I deserve to be spoiled. That's another thing, do I though? I'm not even his girlfriend, we're just friends.

"Don't you like him?"

I sigh and put the box on the table, "I don't know. I appreciate him, really, I do. But, I just don't feel worthy of all these nice things. I think he's spoiling me too much."

"Sis!! Are you hearing yourself right now?! You are so worth the world!! And if it's anything I want it's for you to find a guy who treats you like a queen and look at San!! He's doing exactly that!! He loves you, sis, can't you see?!"

"Look, I don't want to talk about this. You can keep the earrings if you want. Or add it to the closet with the rest of the gifts so far. I'm going to finish my project." I tell her hugging myself with a frown and I walk away.

Half of me knows she has a point. I know he likes me and half of me wants to give him a chance. But, the other half is worried that maybe he's spoiling the wrong girl. He should be spoiling someone who can give him fancy things back and love him expensively the way he wants to. That's not me and that's the half that's stopping me. I wouldn't be enough for him. I just couldn't...

.-*•~💎.-*•~

𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

The doorbell rings and I put the remote down, getting up from the couch to go get it. When I arrive and unlock the door, my heart jumps in surprise when I saw a huge bouquet of roses being held by a man. The other man next to him with a familiar dimply smile on his face is San himself.

"Surprise!~ I thought I personally deliver you these myself. It's a lot right?" He says with a cheerful laugh.

A blush creeps up on my cheeks as I look between him and the giant bouquet. H-how?! W-why?! W-when?!

"Mr. Choi...these are getting a little heavy..." the man grunts.

"Oh! Right. Y/n is it alright if my personal driver brings it inside? Just tell him where to place it."

"O-oh um, dining table in the kitchen, thanks..."

I move to the side to let his driver in and he walks over to the kitchen.

I clear my throat and look back over to San with a serious expression, "Look, San. You really didn't have to."

He waves it off and gives me a cute smile, "I wanted to, it's fine!"

"San these gifts, I've told you before...I-I can't pay you ba-"

He takes my hands and looks at me with soft eyes yet a serious expression, "and I've told you before too. You don't have to pay back anything. Just knowing that they're going to a gorgeous girl with a pretty smile and a beautiful personality makes me happy enough. I promise you."

He leaves me speechless yet again. Is he really okay with spoiling me? It just surprises me. A small smile rises on my lips after his sweet words to me, this is why I just can't hate him or push him away, he's too kind to me. He flatters me so much.

Feeling touched, a few tears slide down my cheeks, "San I-I've never been treated this way before...I-I don't know what to do...or say..."

He wipes my tears with his thumb giving me a gentle smile, "I'm glad that I'm the first to be treating you this way. There's just one thing you can do though, that's to give me a chance."

"A chance?"

"Mhm, a chance. Just one chance. Go out with me this Friday night. Gifts are nice, to tell someone that you love them. But, you want me to show you too, how much I love you, don't you? Well! Lucky for you, I'm way ahead of you. Let me take you out Friday night and I'll shower you with surprises galore! How about it?"

I think over his request for a bit and his soft eyes only made me want to accept it even more. Give him a chance? Alright, I will. He's right, the gifts are nice but he never needed to send them to me to tell me he loves me. I'd rather him show it to me, that way I see how genuine his feelings are to me.

"Okay. It's a date." I confirm with him and a happy grin surfaces on his face.

"Yay!! Y/n you won't regret it! I promise! Friday at 8, I'll pick you up."

I nod and give him a small smile feeling a bit of excitement inside me, "Okay. I'll be ready."

He kisses the top of my hand then says goodbye to me and I watch as he and his personal driver walk over to their big black car.

I close the door behind me and I look at the back of my hand and where he planted his kiss to. I really must be his Cinderella for him to be this way toward me. I smile feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach to the thought. One chance is what I'll give to that Prince Charming.

.-*•~💎.-*•~

𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦

"SIS YOU BETTER COME DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW!!! YOU HAVE LIKE 6 PACKAGES FROM SAN IM SCREAMING!!!"

I close my laptop and get up from my desk, quickly leaving my room, "WHAT?!"

I come downstairs and I see the six different-sized packages by the door my sister was surrounded with.

"Oh...." I utter in shock looking at all the different black wrapped and red ribboned boxes.

"He had his personal driver drop them off!"

"But?! Our date is tonight, why would he send me gifts when he could just personally come and give them to me?! I-I'm confused..."

My sister comes over to me and gives me a fancy white envelope, "his driver told me to give you this. Maybe this will clear your confusion."

I open the envelope and pull out the piece of paper inside.

ℳ𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝓎/𝓃,

𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓈ℴ 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒾'𝓋ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 𝒶 𝒻ℯ𝓌 𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓉ℴ𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉. 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓈 𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓆𝓊ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒻𝒾ℊ𝓊𝓇ℯ𝒹 ℐ 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ ℴ𝓃ℯ. (𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶 𝓆𝓊ℯℯ𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈!) ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ. ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ.

𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃, 𝓒.𝓢.

I put the letter down, feeling how my heart already started skipping a few beats and I haven't even gone out with him yet.

My sister puts her shoulders on me and looks me in my eyes with a serious look, "Okay girl, listen to me. We have 3 hours left before he picks you up. I'm about to do some fairy godsister magic on you with these things okay."

I whined, "how did I get up into this situation!!"

She laughs and lets go of my shoulders, "quit your whining and open a box!! Let's get started!"

We open all of the boxes and the first thing my sister helps me with was the beautiful black dress that he sent me. It was an off-the-shoulder short-sleeve high-low cocktail skater dress, as it said on the price tag. The high part of the dress, the front, stopped just above my knees while the low part, the back of the dress, stopped just behind my knees. It was my kind of dress as it wasn't tight but flowy, allowing freedom when I moved.

My sister did my hair, using a curling iron to bring some volume to my straight hair, as well as make curls to the tips of my hair.

For makeup, my sister almost fainted after seeing the eyeshadow palette and the Coco Chanel logo on the cover as well as on the lip tints and mascara.

She takes a breathtaking it all in then she looks at me dramatically, "understand that this man did not buy these things from cheap makeup stores like MAC or Ulta Beauty. This man has impeccable taste and you are SO lucky!!"

I laugh at her reaction and she begins helping me with a makeup look.

The perfume was a sweet-smelling Dior perfume and the beautiful black clutch bag with a silver chain strap was a freaking Louis Vuitton. The silver diamond earrings and bracelet were from Pandora and the pretty black and silver sparkly heels were YSL.

My sister walks me over to her floor-length mirror and together we look at my completed expensive date night look.

"Hey sis, after this you will marry him, right? Please tell me you will." She says with puppy eyes.

I playfully hit her shoulder and she laughs, "Let me get my degree first you dork then we'll discuss marriage!!"

"Hahaha, I'm joking! Hey, I'm cool even if you just became his girlfriend."

"If! I have to see how tonight goes."

"Hey, you'll be fine. Just relax and be yourself and have fun! Look, the best part is, you don't have to be back before midnight! This magic lasts pretty long you know." She tells me with a wink.

"Haha alright. Thanks for everything sis." I tell her giving her a hug.

She giggles in the hug, "Hey, anything for my little sister's happiness!"

We hear the doorbell ring and immediately my heart pounds with nervousness.

"I'LL GET IT!!!!" She yells and runs downstairs ahead of me.

I carefully walk down the steps, making sure I don't fall or trip, after all, it's been a while since I've worn heels.

I successfully make it downstairs and I immediately hear the cheerful, "oh! there she is!" from my sister.

My heart pounds faster as I get closer to the door and I see San standing there. He smiles as he sees me, his recognizable dimples forming on his cheeks.

He looked so handsome with his black and green streaked hair slicked back, a pair of black thin circle framed glasses on his face, a black button-up tucked into a pair of black slacks held up by a black belt, a black blazer over his shirt, and a pair of ankle-high black socks and black shoes finishing his dark yet expensive look.

"Wow..." he breathes as he eyed me up and down.

I look down nervously with a shy smile on my face. San takes my hand in his and I look back up at him.

"You're so beautiful."

"T-thank you. You too."

He smiles at me and tilts his head, "Let's go?"

I nod and we say goodbye to my sister and I walk with San over to his black car. He opens the side door for me and I get inside. He closes the door and comes to the other side and enters the other passenger door, taking the seat next to me. Once we were buckled and seated on the nice and clean tan-colored seats, his personal driver drove off.

"So, where are we going first?" I ask him.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" He tells me teasingly.

"Aw c'mon, not even a hint."

"Haha okay, just one hint. We're going somewhere where there's food! But, I won't tell you the name of the place or where is it."

"Alright, sounds good!"

As we were driven downtown to where the dinner location was to be, the car was filled with our random and fun conversations. Talking to him made me realize that I didn't really know him and what he likes and what he does outside of class and school. I guess tonight I'm going to find out all the things that make San an interesting and sweet guy.

.-*•~💎.-*•~

"So, when'd you first fall for me? I mean, I've gotten your gifts all this semester but when did you really start?" I decided to ask him after taking a bite out of the fancy pasta swirled around my fork.

San takes a sip from the soda from his tall glass before responding, "Freshman year, the middle of last semester, during our group project for our Business class."

"During our group project?"

"Mhm! You've always caught my eye and I've always thought you were nice and sweet before then, but that was the first time I got to work with you. It was a lot of fun right?"

"Yeah, it was! Our group presentation turned out pretty well! We had good times, us five."

"Yes and well, during those times, I started catching feelings for you. Everything you did amazed me and any interaction you and I had I held them very close to my heart."

My eyes faltered, "Why would you like me though? I'm not special at all. I'm not rich either."

San puts his fork down and looks at me seriously, "Y/n, listen to me. You don't have to have the most or have the least in this world to get someone's attention. We're all special in our own way, you're special in your own way. I'm the kind of person that doesn't look on the outside but looks on the inside. I like people with warm hearts very much. I've always been like that so that's why my personality is like that."

"You were so warm to me when we worked on the project and even after you continued to be that way, even till now. The more I fell for that the more I fell for other pretty aspects of your personality which matched with your pretty appearance. I've told you before but, I treat you to nice things because I always want you to know that there's someone who cares about you and wants to return that warmth you've given. That's why I do the things I do for you, that's why I love you."

I felt myself smile for his reasons. He really wasn't what I thought at all. He's just as simple as I am. I was worried wondering if I could match up to his expensive persona but I really matched up more to his sweet and warm personality.

My heart races as he reaches across the table to hold my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. I think as this night goes on, I find myself falling more and more him.

.-*•~💎

San and I exited the restaurant and into the lukewarm air of the night. It was warm but the cool and gentle breeze made me shiver slightly.

He turns to me after checking a text message, "My driver had trouble finding parking near here so we have to walk a little bit to get to the car if that's okay with you."

"Sure, I don't mind! Plus, it's a nice evening for a little walk."

We started walking down the pavement, San keeping his arm around me as we walked. I was hoping that my feet wouldn't give out on me tonight since they're not used to heels, but so far so good. I look up at the handsome man next to me and he meets my gaze, giving me a sweet smile causing my heart to flutter.

"It's been a while since I've been on a walk. Im glad I can do it with you. I've always driven around," He tells me. "I mean, look around us! City lights look much different from outside a car window."

I smile and nod, taking a glance at all the city life around us. Downtown is really a sight at night. All the tall buildings' windows were lit up showing all the life that was inside them. Stores had neon lights and signs, all welcoming customers to their interiors. I noticed how we were in an expensive part of downtown as all the stores we passed by had window displays of mannequins wearing formal or high fashion-looking clothing by designer brands. There were also many people out on sidewalks walking to and from their destinations, like us. The streets were alive with cars of different sizes and colors zooming by. So much was happening at once it felt exciting and bright and San and I were experiencing it together.

San stops walking making me stop as I look at his gaze at the ice cream crepe place next to us.

He looks back at me with a grin, "dessert?"

"Ooh, sure!"

He brings me inside the cool air-conditioned building and we're instantly greeted by the sweet smell of ice cream. There were a decent amount of people so the wait in line wasn't too bad.

"Do you know what you want?" San asks me pulling out his brown leather wallet from his pocket.

"I-I they all sound very good. Haha, I'm not sure. I've actually...never had crepe ice cream before. Sounds fancy. What do you recommend?"

We get to the cash register and San looks up at the menu, "hmm, have you had matcha before?"

"Yeah! It tastes good."

"Then I recommend the matcha chocolate one. They fill it with truffles, strawberries, matcha it's just, so good and rich! You'll see." He tells me making a chef's kiss.

I chuckle and agree to try it. He pays for two to-go and then we move down to look behind the glass window of the preparation station to watch the workers make it. My eyes widened in awe at how interesting crepes were made.

After we got our ice cream crepes I quickly took my phone out of my clutch to take a few pictures of its chocolate drizzled beauty. San photobombed my second photo and I laughed as I ended up taking a few pictures of him, followed by a few selfies of us. When we were done with the pictures, we left the place and continued our stroll while eating the ice cream.

It was delicious just as San had described to me. Of course, the more expensive the ice cream the richer the quality. The cool breeze kept hitting my back and my bare shoulders causing my body to feel colder than it already is with the cold ice cream. I shivered a bit as we walked.

"Are you cold?" San speaks up and asks me.

"Oh, a little but I'm fine. Hehe eating ice cream with a cool breeze is probably not the best combination."

"Haha okay hold on."

We stop walking for a bit and San takes his blazer off while switching his ice cream cup between his hands. With one hand he drapes it over my bare shoulders and its warmth instantly shields me from the breeze.

"Thanks."

He gives me a dimply smile, "No problem! I've actually always wanted to do that for you."

We continue walking and eating our desserts while enjoying the evening stroll under the city lights.

.-*•~💎.-*•~

San took me to two other places tonight. Our city's observatory deck so we could look at the dazzling view of the lights of our city below. We also saw a musical at the big theater downtown in some really good seats near the stage. Now, we were on our way to the last surprise of the night. I don't think I've ever had this much fun in my life before, with a guy at least, my sister is a whole different kind of fun.

I look away from the car window and my eyes lock with San's in the dark of the car. I can still make out his dimples and his cute smile on his face.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing, I'm just...really happy." He tells me looking down at our intertwined hands.

Blush grows on my cheeks and I smile back, giving his hand a squeeze.

"I'm really happy too."

About 2 minutes later, we arrived at our destination. San helps me get out of the car and we wave goodbye to the driver as he drives away to find parking. We were at the city's port where we were closer to the river where the ships docked and sailed on, and where our city's bridge stood where it connects to the neighboring city.

It seemed like there were quite a lot of people tonight at the port, gathered on the boardwalks. The bridge was lit up in pretty colors switching from blues to purples and pinks and so forth.

"Is...something going on tonight?" I ask him as he held my hand and we maneuvered the people on the boardwalk.

"Mhm! There's a firework show tonight! I believe it's that bridge's birthday."

We find a nice spot by the boardwalk rail close enough to see the bridge and far enough from the rowdy crowd. Once the fireworks started it was absolutely beautiful. The bridge matched the colors of the fireworks and lit up in sync. San showed me something so magical and brought me to such wonderful experiences tonight. This show was definitely the cherry on top of it all.

I turned to him and tapped his shoulder turning his attention to me. I give him a smile and embrace him tight.

"Thank you so much for tonight. Thank you for showing me that I'm capable of being loved. Thank you for...loving me."

He hugs me back and gently rubs my back, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I should be thanking you as well. You've made me so happy tonight, I'll never forget any of it. Thank you for giving me a chance tonight. No matter what your choice is after tonight, I'll always love you."

I look up at him and he smiles at me as he wipes the tears of joy that had fallen down my cheeks.

"San...I choose this."

My heart races in my chest as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. San cups my cheek and kisses me back, his lips curling into a smile in it. I wasn't sure if the fireworks going off were in my heart or from the bridge but I was too happy to care.

After our sweet and passionate kiss, I stayed in his arms and we looked out to the bridge to watch the rest of the fireworks into the night.

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

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"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

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He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

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"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

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Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

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"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

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"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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neonnoir-ao3 · 3 years

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Some Words of Comfort.

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of people (especially those who have read spoilers/are actively searching for leaked content) lament about their future reactions to the deaths of our beloved characters in-game.

We all knew this was inevitable, and that them living was not an option for the plot of the game, but the time has finally come to face it head-on.

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I understand that someone outside this community might be like “it’s just a game”, but I know it’s way more than that to many: the concept of a female villain that, to many, can be seen as sympathizable and even endearing, is a bit of a new concept— especially on such a large scale as this instance.

In addition, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters have become a bit of a comfort item for some (with an emphasis on sapphics/wlw, from what I’ve seen personally) in the form of a large, protective, and caring hypothetical partner, or even just a maternal character one can appreciate simply because of her love for her children. Regardless, most of us are here due to some desire for comfort.

Take my own story with this community, for example:

(tws for death, covid, suicide, and general medical emergencies)

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Frankly, 2020 and the beginning of 2021 have ruined me. I lost two men who were the only two positive father figures I’ve ever had. The last of the two tested positive for covid and deteriorated within days, to the point where less than a week after testing positive, my family was making the choice to pull the plug. This all occurred days before Christmas and my birthday. On the first day of the spring semester, having not had the time to properly mourn my grandfather, my mother is in the ER for multiple days with an internal infection that doctors said likely would have turned septic if she had waited to come in any longer. This led to three surgeries throughout the next few months. (Oh, and one of my relatives quite literally dropped dead on that first day of class, too). I am also estranged from one of my parents, and they have been trying to contact my family: they have multiple untreated mental illnesses (severe NPD, bipolar, and more) and they are extremely aggressive in that state of mind and they are agitated extremely easily. That only brings more stress, along with resurfacing trauma and related emotions. Every moment of every day has been a struggle. So much so that I failed half of my classes voluntarily simply because I couldn't do them anymore.

To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t expect to be here right now. I expected that the pain of simply moving forward would have finally overridden my fears of death and that I would have already ended my suffering by now.

Then, in late January, I saw something trending on Twitter. About a new female villain in an upcoming horror game. And it went from there.

As cheesy as it sounds, this fandom and its content seriously saved my life. In the darkest of days, I’ve come to this tag for comfort. The oddest way I found said comfort was through those who were attracted to Alcina aesthetically. I have extremely long-term trauma related to being bullied and being the victim of a hybrid catfishing/'Oreo Game' on early social media by peers in middle school to the point where I do not think of myself as being able to be loved, let alone being worthy of it. Finding this community not only provided a great form of escapism (and opened a door into a fantasy world where I could imagine my own person vampire milf gf), but also gained a little bit of self-esteem (as many of you know, I share a lot of visual qualities with Alcina. -yes, I'm still kinda freaked out about it-) via seeing people where features/attributes like mine were actively praised and desired rather than insulted and pushed away like they have been until now.

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(okay sorry that kinda turned into a trauma dump but I needed to emphasize the fact that this community has seriously helped me during a really dark point in my life, and I know I can't be the only one with that sort of experience)

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What I’m trying to get across here is that, like many others, this community and its content have been comforting and therapeutic, and it really is more than just a game to us. It’s entertaining and even a form of escapism in these extremely trying times. We all have some degree of PTSD from surviving a literal mass plague— and this is something we're using as a method of coping. a distraction. a coping mechanism.

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With that being said, here are some ways to hopefully assist in lessening the emotional stress:

(please note that I am not a mental health professional and these may not be healthy coping mechanisms for everyone.)

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Understand that it’s just a game.

I know, this sounds completely counterintuitive, but it’s more or less about keeping your level of immersion down. Personally, I can’t do scary shit in general: I have to listen to music on low volume while watching dark ARG vids at night or when I’m alone because I get too into it, and then my paranoia kicks in. Sometimes just pausing for a moment and grounding yourself/reminding yourself that this is a video game: a jumble of code and 3D rendering that doesn’t have to affect your views/headcanons if you don’t want it to. Did your favorite character just get slaughtered? Nope, that 3D rendering of them just got un-alived, that’s all.

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Ignorance is Bliss/We are the Captain Now

Simple: Capcom can’t even pronounce Dimitrescu right, or even acknowledge the way it’s correctly said in Romanian culture itself. How can you trust them to give you a perfect canon? That’s the thing: with that logic, you can’t. What they say is true means little (if anything, for that matter) to your headcanons and preexisting ideas of the Dimitrescus. In short: fuck ‘em.

I’m currently seeking a double major in pop culture, and one of the cool things I’ve learned so far is affirmational vs transformational fandom. Affirmational is where official canon is seen as the law of the land, and followed to a T. Transformational is seen as much more inviting for audiences, allowing them to bend canon as they wish to fit their own creations. This fandom is obviously transformational, so take that game canon, rip it up, and get back to whatever you were doing.

Capcom’s canon is not the end-all, be-all. Far from it, actually.

Want to still acknowledge canon? Godmod your way out of it.

Character A died? It’d be a shame if they emerged from the rubble they 'died in' a few hours later, very beaten but alive nonetheless... how awful would it be if they sulked away, nursed their wounds, and continued to live... (/s)

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Ignore it completely.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there w be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the in any way. Stay with the version in your head that makes you happy.

Get Creative!

If you're into creating fanart, writing fics, or even just posting a list of headcanons, take some advice from the late Carrie Fisher: "Take your broken heart, and make it into art". Make the fluff oneshot of your dreams! Draw the fanart you've been wanting to! dump lighthearted headcanons into the tags! Not only will it cheer you up, but sharing it with the community will spread the love!

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I know a lot of people are struggling with this emotionally (especially with the pandemic making entertainment like this even more important sources of escapism and coping mechanisms) and I hope that, at the very least, I was able to help comfort one person who reads this.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there will be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the flowers that bloom after major wildfires: after a period of loss, some beautiful can still come of it.

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#tall vampire lady #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu sisters #cassandra dimitrescu #countess dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #resident evil #re: village #resident evil village #resident evil: village

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It’s really funny you’re telling me this now, because for this semester I have an English exam and it focuses on English as a global language. Yesterday we talked about the differences between US and UK English and I realized I have no idea what UK English is😂. I have an American accent when I speak because I grew up surrounded by it so I find it waaay easier than any British accent, which is also the reason all my teachers in school made fun of me lol (number one rule in Italian schools when they teach English: rigorously British or else you’re “wrong”🥶).

Sorry for the useless rambling, but I looove American accents and regionalisms! I’ve spent so much time looking up the differences and I *kind of* understand all accents now, but oh regional words buried me💀 please if want to drop here some Texan slang, I would love to lose my mind over trying to guess the meaning😅.

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I'll preface this by saying I left Texas for college a long time ago, and have lost most of my own accent, so some of these might be outdated... Also Texas is huge and different regions of Texas also have some of their own variations...

Hmm, a lot of the Southernisms/Texanisms are idioms, or euphemisms for saying something mean but making it sound nice. I once swore I would write down all the things my Grandma says and I should pick that practice up. A lot of it though is also just in how words are pronounced. Texans exaggerate some vowels and swallow the ends of words and there's a lot of tonality that changes the emotional intention of the phrase. ("Bless her heart" can mean "hope that dumbass gets hit by a truck she deserves what she got" or "she is literally an angel on earth and I can't believe this happened to her" depending on the way you say it...)

Here are some I can recall that my husband actually pointed out to me:

- So like you don't pronounce "ing" it's pronounced "in'", like you might say (as I once unfortunatelly did in a meeting) "We're really scootin' now." (We're really moving now!) I've never heard anyone outside of Texas use the word "scoot" actually (move a little bit.)

- While often Texans pronouns consonants you shouldn't (like Amarillo Texas is pronounced "Aa-muh-rih-llo" even though the LL should be a 'y' sound) but sometimes drop consonants for the sake of a phrase, like "Get 'er done" (get her done... which could mean a task! or... a lady... guys put this on the back window of their trucks when I was in high school)

- Apparently we also emphasize weird syllables (I learned to pronounce the wird INsurance but in New England they say it inSURance.)

-There are some verbs that get used a lot too like "fixin' ta" --for instance "I'm fixin' ta take the trash out" is I'm fixing to take the trash out which means I'm about to take the trash out.

- Southernism, not just Texas, but everything is a Coke. As in, waiter asks "What do you want to drink?" and you say "Two cokes" and they say "ok what kind, we got sprite, coke, and root beer." Unless you mean Pepsi and then you say Pepsi and everyone is unhappy.

-Ain't and Y'all! Growing up I was told they were a Texas thing, but I'm pretty sure Britney Spears used them way back when too in Louisiana (which isn't far from where I grew up). They're both more mainstream now and used in other regional dialects

-Two more examples I just thought of for weird pronounciation: "shit" is pronounced two syllables "shee-it"; clam is pronounced two syllables "clay-yam". Lots of stretching words out to more syllables than they should be.

Damn I should be able to think of more but I'm blanking right now...

One thing that complicates this for me is my parents are actually from Oklahoma, Illinois and Tennessee, so some of my family usage gets muddied and I don't always know where it came from. But some other things i apparently say weird:

- milk (pronounced MEHLK)

- caramel (hot debated one! after so many hot debates, I literlaly just pronounced it different every time but learned to pronounce it originally CARE-uh-mull)

- pin / pen (pronounced identially, yes this includes penguin too, "PINgwen)

My stepdad has some special Oklahoma phrases: "My stars" as a phrase of surprise/disbelief; "over yonder" for over there. Damn, there are more I can't think of right now...

As far as UK/US English goes, the accent doesn't usually cause a problem for us in understanding, it's that a lot of the words are just different (like a jumper vs. sweater.) UNTIL you get up to Scottish accents and then good f'ing luck, it's unreal. Some Australian words are also impossible for me to understand.

Anyway, sorry I can't remember more! If I do wind up going to help my mom, I'll write down all the ones I'm forgetting right now...

#🌸anon #asks

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cocastyle · 3 years

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Robin — FOUR

Paring - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 5,264

A/N - another update! sorry it took so long! I’ve been sooooo busy and it’s finals week so I’m closing up the semester. I hope to start getting into a regular—ish schedule soon!

if you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

ROBIN

Robin Series Masterlist

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"Weakness: dogs," Joel muttered, his eyes flickering over the page he was working on. On it was a small picture of Boy attacking the creature they had fought yesterday, but his gaze fell upon the drawing that he had added at the last moment. One that looked a lot like the girl that was currently still sleeping beside him and was holding katanas in the air. Smiling softly, the boy scribbled down another word before whispering, "And Robin."

Joel glanced over at his best friend at that, his eyes slowly tracing over her face while his smile softened a little at the sight of her. He stared at her for a moment longer before turning his attention over to Boy who was watching him. "That's you," Joel said as he gestured towards the dog drawing in his journal. "It's a little rough around the edges, but that's what I get for attempting to draw with one arm."

Joel looked back at Y/N at that, smiling softly as he glanced down at his arm which she was currently resting on. He hadn't wanted to move it in fear of her waking up, so he had just been very careful and maneuvered his body so that he could draw with just one hand while the girl slept.

Boy titled his head and Joel chuckled softly as he closed his book and set it aside. "You wouldn't happen to have a power source to a ham radio in here, would you?" Joel asked as he peaked over the girl's shoulder at the dog, making sure to talk quietly so he wouldn't wake Y/N up. "'Cause I have a. . ." Boy lowered his head and the boy frowned. "Never mind."

Joel laid his head back against the pillow again, letting his other arm wrap back around Y/N’s waist as he soaked in the moment for a little bit longer. He wasn't sure how long it would be before they were able to find another place to rest that had a bed or a couch. Maybe that's why he had let Y/N sleep for as long as he had. It's definitely not because he liked getting to have her this close.

Nope. Not at all.

Although he would be lying if he said he hadn't gotten the best sleep of his life last night.

Soon enough it would be Aimee he would be sleeping with like this, Joel reminded himself. And at that thought, he knew it was time to get up and moving again if he hoped to be reunited with Aimee soon.

Sighing, Joel let his gaze fall upon Y/N once again and he smiled as he reached over and gently poked her face like he used to when they were younger. "Robin," he whispered. "Wake up." She let out a small groan and turned before nestling her face against his neck, an action that made him freeze momentarily while his cheeks became a tinge pink. "Robin, you got to get up. We need to get going."

Y/N let out a small sigh, her breath fanning against his neck and sending chills down his spine. "Not a morning person, remember?" she muttered.

"I know, but the sooner we get going, the sooner we get to Aimee," he reminded her. "And the sooner we get to Aimee, the sooner you can get back to sleeping in."

Y/N leaned back at that and opened an eye to look at the boy. Their faces were mere inches apart and she felt her heart skip a beat because of the fact, but like always, Joel didn't seem fazed. "You make a compelling argument," she finally said before letting out a sigh. "Fine. I'm up."

Joel grinned at that and Y/N let out a huff as she sat up and stretched, the movement finally allowing Joel to move both of his arms once again. The two pulled themselves up off of the makeshift bed after that and they got ready and picked up their things.

It wasn't long before they were both standing in front of Boy with their backpacks on their back once again. The dog looked back up at them, his eyes never leaving their own which made Y/N frown slightly. She bent down and Boy trotted over to her, allowing the girl to pet him while Joel watched with a soft smile.

His eyes flickered around the bus one last time before hesitating on a small object laying on a table. He was quick to pick it up, his smile widening as he said, "Huh. Look, Robin. Lipstick."

Said girl looked up and hummed in response before getting distracted by Boy once again, the dog licking her face while Y/N softly laughed. Joel continued to look at the lipstick before saying, "Aimee. Hey, would you mind if I kept this?" He looked to Boy who merely glanced at him before turning back to Y/N. "Thanks."

"All right, well. . ." Joel began, letting out a sigh as he shoved the lipstick into his bag. "This is it. Thanks for having us. I should. . .stop talking to a dog."

Y/N chuckled and looked up at Joel. "Probably," she teased earning a playful glare from the boy.

Joel held his hand out and Y/N took it before he helped her back up onto her feet. He squeezed her hand once before letting go and giving Boy a small wave. "Okay. We'll see ya," Joel said. He then began to walk towards the bus door, Y/N smiling one last time towards Boy before following after her friend.

Joel opened the bus door and hesitated as he looked out. Y/N stuck her head out beside him, the two both looking around before she said, "Looks clear." Joel nodded in agreement and hopped out of the bus. Y/N right behind him.

They started to walk off in the direction they had been heading the day before, but Y/N couldn't help but glance back at the bus with a small frown on her face. Joel noticed this almost instantly and frowned as well before gently nudging her arm. "What's wrong?" he questioned, his eyes flickering over her face in concern.

"I'm just. . ." the girl hesitantly flickered her gaze back towards Joel and sighed. "I'm just going to miss Boy. It was kind of nice being able to see a dog after all this time."

Joel gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know what you mean," he told her before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him as he squeezed her comfortingly. "After we get to Aimee's colony I'll make it my next priority to find a dog just for you, okay?"

"Cause finding a dog will be that easy," Y/N muttered with a small roll of her eyes and the beginnings of a smile starting to appear on her face.

"All I need to know is that the dog will be for you and it'll be easy no matter how long it takes," Joel assured her. "If Boy could make it this long, then there are bound to be more. Besides—"

However, Joel was quickly cut off by the sound of the bus doors opening up behind them. The two friends froze and Joel let his arm drop back down to his side as they turned to look back at the bus where they could now see Boy sitting in the entrance. He barked instantly and their eyes widened in alarm.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey!" the best friends exclaimed, both of them putting their arms up in alarm as they attempted to hush the dog.

"No, no, no. None of that," Joel insisted. "Something might hear you."

Boy stared at them for a moment before exiting the bus and walking over to them. Y/N glanced towards Joel, the two sharing a look before looking back at Boy.

"You. . .you wanna come with us?" Y/N offered, her eyes flickering over the dog who titled his head and sat down at her words.

"Okay. You can come," Joel replied, smiling softly before glancing towards Y/N. He gave her a small wink. "Found you a dog, Robin."

Y/N rolled her eyes and playfully shoved the boy making him laugh while Boy just watched them. "Let's go," Joel said after he managed to calm down his laughter. "Come on."

Y/N and Joel both turned to begin their walk once again, but Boy ran back into the bus. The two hesitated, turning back to the bus in confusion before Boy came running back out with the red dress in his mouth. Y/N put a hand over her heart, her gaze turning towards Joel who momentarily locked eyes with her before looking back down at Boy.

"Yeah, we can bring that. You want me to put it in my bag?" Joel questioned. He reached down to grab the dress but Boy instantly growled. "Okay. It's okay. I'm gonna keep it safe. I promise." Boy reluctantly let go and Joel nodded slightly before stuffing it in his backpack. "Going in the safe backpack. See? Okay, you ready?"

Boy wagged his tail and Y/N instantly smiled before kneeling down on the ground to pet the dog and give him a hug. Boy began licking her face and Y/N let out a small laugh while Joel watched them fondly. "Let's go. Come on," Joel told them. The girl looked up at him and he smiled before holding his hand out. The girl took it and he helped her up onto her feet before they began walking off once again, Y/N swinging their hands between them in an exaggerated way while Boy barked happily and followed behind them.

"Okay, that's really gonna have to stop," Joel insisted as he glanced back at the dog. Y/N chuckled and Joel looked her way, his eyes flickering over her face before down to their hands which she was still swinging between them. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, but we're kind of like Batman and Robin. I'm obviously Batman, but don't worry. Robin's pretty cool too."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and let go of Joel's hand in order to wrap her arms around his shoulders in a small sort of lazy hug as they walked, a thoughtful look upon her face as she asked, "What does that make Boy?"

Joel glanced her way and she let one arm drop in order to gesture towards the two of them. "If we're Batman and Robin, then what does that make Boy?" she repeated, now pointing towards the dog who was happily trotting along beside them.

Joel hesitated a moment before asking, "Have you ever heard of Bat-Hound?" Y/N shook her head, her arms falling back down to her side as she walked beside the boy. "Bat-Hound isn't really well known anyways, but he was in a few things. He was the canine crime-fighting partner of Batman and Robin for a little while. So Boy could be our Bat-Hound."

Y/N smiled softly and looked down at Boy before whispering, "Batman, Robin, and Bat-Hound." Her gaze flickered up to Joel who turned his head to look back at her. She flashed him that smile of hers before saying, "I like it."

Joel smiled back at that, his hand gently reaching out to grab ahold of her own and give it a small squeeze. Batman, Robin, and Bat-Hound.

He liked the sound of that too.

- - -

As time began to slip by, Y/N found herself feeling happier than she had in a really long time. They may have monsters to stay away from and they found themselves having to fight, but they were back on the surface. They were together and they had Boy. It was almost like she was back in the good old days before the apocalypse and Aimee, the days where it had just been her and Joel.

Sometimes she wished she could go back to those times. Everything had been so much simpler then.

Her heart hadn't been broken yet.

Y/N had to remind herself every once in a while that they were traveling so that Joel could reunite with Aimee, but when she wasn't thinking about that, she was enjoying the time she had left with her best friend. The conversations that they had, the moments where they took a break just to sit and pet Boy while they softly whispered to each other, the adrenaline coursing through their veins as they ran hand in hand to hide from monsters before bursting out into laughter once they realized how ridiculous they were. It all made her wonder why they hadn't tried living on the surface years ago.

"Robin," Joel said, elbowing the girl in her side and managing to throw her out of her thoughts. The girl winced slightly and looked to Joel who gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, look." She followed where he was pointing to a bush of berries. Her eyes widened while Joel was already jogging over to them.

He picked a few off and tossed them to Y/N and whispered, "Sustenance. Perfect." He began to try and peel off some more while Boy nipped at his leg and Y/! stared at the berries in her hands. "Ow. Ow! Ow!" Boy grabbed his pant leg and began pulling on him. "What. . .What are you doing?" Boy let him go and started barking while Joel furrowed his eyebrows and stared closer at the berries.

"But they look so good." Joel held it up to the light and frowned at the sight of the dark lines within. They were poisonous. One bite and he would die without question. "Yeah, you know what? I don't think I should eat these."

"Shit, Boy. He was so close to eating those. Why'd you stop him?" Y/N asked in a teasing manner, having already dropped hers once she noticed the way Boy was acting. Joel feigned hurt and threw a berry at her which Y/N quickly dodged.

She stood back up with her mouth open in surprise before saying, "Joel, did you just throw poisonous fruit at me? I thought we were best friends."

Joel just rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face as he dropped the rest of the berries and began to walk away. However, he didn't get far before something hit the back of his head. Joel stopped instantly and frowned as he turned around to see a berry now on the ground beside him.

Joel glanced up at Y/N who smirked as she wiped off her hands and said, "Now we're even." She then walked pass Joel without a second though and called out, "Come on, Boy." Boy was quick to run after her and Joel stared after the two for a moment before smiling softly and shaking his head as he jogged after them.

"Hey! Wait up!"

- - -

Dear Aimee,

Guess what? Robin and I got a dog, and he's the coolest. His name is Boy.

He helped Robin save my life from a giant frog in a pool who tried to eat me with his tongue. And then we hung out on his bus.

Man, do the three of us make a great team.

We found out we have like a ton in common too. Boy fits right in with me and Robin. I feel like the three of us can talk about anything.

You got to see us out here. We're like this iconic trio.

I don't know. Feels like when we're together, we're unstoppable.

It's crazy the things you forget about the world. Like the smells. The grass, the trees, the flowers. I had almost forgotten what Robin was like outside the bunker. But seeing her out in the world again, the sun lighting up her eyes while her personality flows around her like the wind in her hair. I hadn't realized how much the bunker seemed to suppress who she really was. And seeing her back to herself is something I would never want to see be taken away ever again.

I mean, sure, you get the occasional bloody corpse, but—

Joel let out a yell of surprise as the floor suddenly gave way below him. Before he knew it, he was falling down and hitting the ground with a loud thump, his notebook which he had been writing in going flying down beside him.

"Joel!" Y/N yelled out, Boy barking alongside her as the two scrambled over to the hole and looked down. Joel let out a groan from where he was laying before blinking his eyes open.

"I'm okay," he muttered, slowly pulling himself up onto his feet and wiping the dust from his clothes. He stuck his notebook into his backpack before taking in his surroundings, a frown appearing on his face as he whispered, "Oh, no. I fell in a hole."

"You'd make a much better Captain Obvious than a Batman," Y/N stated, a teasing smile playing on her lips while she pulled her backpack off and began rummaging around for something she could use to help the boy.

Joel sarcastically laughed from below. "I always did love you for your humor," he shot back earning a wink from the girl in response. Joel looked away at that, the corners of his lips tugging up into a small smile. "Okay, I just gotta. . .climb out. I can climb out."

"You work on doing that while I actually try and find something to pull you out. I could've sworn I packed some rope. . ." Y/N muttered. She then hesitated before whispering, "Or was that on the last hunting mission?"

"Uh. . .Robin," Joel called out, his voice pulling the girl from her thoughts as she hummed in response. "Are there any monsters that dig holes like this one? Maybe some that dig a series of holes connecting together?"

"Yeah?" Y/N said in a confused voice before her eyes widened in realization. "You're not alone down there. . .are you?"

"I don't think so," Joel admitted, his voice a little softer. The girl was quick to peak over the side of the hole, her eyes scanning the area with more attention than she had before. She could see a system of holes all connecting to the bigger one that Joel had fallen into and the closer she looked, the more she could see the dozens of bones lining the floor.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat and Joel tensed a little at the sound. "Joel," she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "Don't move."

"Don't move? Why? What's happening? What's down here with me?" Joel asked, his voice growing more panicked by the second.

"Joel, you need to calm down. Don't worry. I'm going to get you out of there," Y/N assured him before disappearing from up above.

Joel looked up with a panicked look flashing across his face. "Robin?" he asked, his voice growing shaky as he felt his anxiety start to take over. "Oh, no. This is bad." His eyes locked onto Boy. "Oh, this is so bad." Boy began to bark and Joel's eyes widened, "Stop. Stop it! Shh. Stop it!"

He could hear the rustling of a creature at this point coming from one of the holes right in front of him. His hands shook a little as he turned his gaze towards the hole. "Robin?" he called out again. "Please, come back. Batman kind of needs his backup right now!"

The rustling suddenly grew silent and Joel froze, his eyes flickering over each of the holes before he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The sound was now coming from directly behind him and for a moment Joel felt as if he might pass out.

He didn't know why he did it, but Joel found himself turning to look at the very hole that the noise was coming out of. Before he knew what was happening a worm looking creature came lunging out at him and Joel had to quickly jump out of the way before its teeth could sink into his face.

Joel fell to the ground and against the pile of bones. "Robin!" Joel yelled out as he desperately grabbed ahold of one of the bones before getting back up onto his feet. He could hear the noises all around him now and his hands shook due to his own nerves. "Y/N!"

Then, right as a few of the monsters were about to jump out at him something fell from up above and wrapped around his hands. Joel let out a yell and tried to get whatever it was off of him, but stopped as soon as he got a closer look at it. It seemed it be—

"It's a rope, you numbskull!" a male voice yelled out causing Joel to blink in surprise before looking up. He could now see Y/N up above with a young girl and an older looking man.

"Joel!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes wide with fear. "Put it around your foot and grab on! Hold on tight!"

Joel did as she said, his eyes widening as the worm creatures began piling out of the holes without hesitation. "Okay, come on! Hold on!" the man told him as he began pulling Joel up. "Pull up!"

Y/N was at the top with her crossbow in hand. Her breathing was heavy, her heart beating erratically in her chest as she started shooting at the creatures that got too close to the boy for her liking. As soon as Joel had grabbed ahold of the land up above, Y/N was pulling out her katanas and jumping over him in order to slice at the few worms that had managed to make it out.

The man pulled Joel further back and exclaimed, "You wanna look at 'em? Oh, shit! That girl of yours is slicing them up like their sushi!"

Joel managed to look up, his eyes locking onto Y/N as she sliced through each of the worms as if it were nothing. One flew by her, but the man pulled out a machete without hesitation and sliced through it, nodding towards Y/N who quickly returned it while the young girl ran over to the two with a small object in hand.

"Minnow, finish 'em off," the man said. The girl nodded and threw the object into the hole before grabbing ahold of Y/N’s hand and pulling her back.

"One, two, three, four and. . ." Minnow fell silent as an explosion rang out from below, throwing dirt and work guts up into the air. Joel's eyes widened as he realized it had been a grenade while Y/N began to grin.

"Are we. . ." Joel began only to get a chunk of worm guys tossed at his face. He hesitated and spat it away.

"Always count to five," Minnow told him while Y/N rushed past her and over to Joel. She knelt beside him on the ground and chuckled softly as she reached out to pull the worm guts away from his face. She tossed them to the side and Joel gave her a thankful look.

"You okay?" she whispered, her hand reaching out to gently rest upon his shoulder. Joel's eyes locked with her own for a moment before he nodded his head. Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and squeezed the boy's shoulder once before looking back towards Minnow and the man.

"Was that a samurai sword?" Joel asked, his eyes narrowing at the two strangers while he sat up and leaned closer to Y/N in an almost protective manner.

"Why'd you fall into a Sandgobbler's nest?" Minnow questioned.

"I didn't mean to, you know. I was just. . .I was walking," Joel replied.

"He wasn't paying attention," Y/N clarified, winking playfully at the boy as she pulled herself back up onto her feet and shoved her katanas into her backpack. "Too busy writing letters in his notebook to see the big hole in front of him."

"Hey!" Joel complained.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Y/N L/N," the girl replied with a soft smile.

"Joel," the boy replied. "Joel Dawson."

"I'm, uh, Clyde. This is Minnow," the man told them while Minnow gave them a small peace sign in greeting.

"You're lucky we weren't monsters. You were yelling like a girl," Minnow said as she gave a pointed look towards Joel. "Oh, this is bad! This is so bad!" she mimicked in a high squeaky voice.

"Okay, I don't sound like that. My voice is not that high-pitched," Joel insisted.

"Yeah, it is."

"Yes, it is."

"It was higher than mine, and I'm eight," Minnow commented.

Joel frowned and looked to Y/N who just looked away without saying anything. His frown deepened. "Robin," the boy complained. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Robin? I thought your name was Y/N?" Minnow muttered.

"It is," Y/N replied before holding a hand out for Joel to take. The boy quickly grabbed ahold and she helped him to his feet.

"I just. . .I. . .uh. . .call her Robin," Joel explained, wiping the rest of the monster guts off of his shirt.

"What in God's name are you two doing up here alone anyway?" Clyde asked.

"We're not alone. We have each other and we've got Boy too," Joel insisted as he pointed towards the bush where Boy was currently hiding.

Both Minnow and Clyde were quick to raise their weapons in Boy's direction. "Woah! Hey! No!" Y/N exclaimed as she began running towards Boy.

"Oh, wait, no! No, wait, wait!" Joel cried out, his hands up in the air while he glanced back at Y/N who had now reached the dog. Boy was hiding in the bushes, but as soon as Y/N reached him, he was quick to hurry to her side where the girl began to pet him.

Minnow dropped her weapons almost immediately. "Oh, my God, it's a puppy!" she exclaimed happily. Y/N looked back at the young girl and smiled before gesturing for Boy to go ahead. The dog ran over to Minnow without hesitation and Y/N watched with a fond smile as the young girl began to pet the dog.

Y/N returned to Joel's side with a small sigh of relief while the boy ran a hand through his hair. He looked her way and muttered, "They almost killed our dog."

Our dog.

The words seemed to ring through his head almost instantly and he hesitated as he realized he had just referred to Boy as being their dog. However, a smile was already beginning to take over his features at the idea of Boy being their dog and Y/N was already smiling a little too, her eyes not leaving Boy and Minnow.

"I wouldn't have let them. No one hurts Bat-Hound on my watch," she whispered, her words making Joel smile even more.

"So, uh, what happened with your colony, man?" Clyde asked. "They kick you out?"

"No, I actually left on my own," Joel explained. "Something I had to do."

"And I followed him," Y/N added.

Clyde's eyes flickered over to Joel and he gave him a pointed look. "You stole food, didn't you?" he asked.

"He's a food stealer," Minnow said.

"Yeah," Clyde agreed.

"No, I didn't steal any food," Joel insisted.

"Right," Clyde muttered while Y/N tried to hold back her laughter. Joel nudged her side with his elbow and she just gave him an innocent smile that made him roll his eyes.

"Me and my colony were really close. Like family. Okay? They were super upset that we left. Y/N knows. Ask her," Joel told them.

The two looked to Y/N and she opened her mouth before saying, "He stole food."

Joel's eyes widened in surprise while Minnow held Boy closer and whispered, "I knew it." Y/N let out a loud laugh and leaned against Joel's shoulder while the boy pouted beside her.

"Oh, come on. I'm just messing with you, Dawson," Y/N insisted, winking at the boy and reaching up to fix his messy hair while he looked away with a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Everyone fell silent when a loud noise filled the air. Y/N instantly went rigid, her hands reaching out to grab the hilts of her katanas while she surveyed the area with narrowed eyes. Joel just looked around confused beside her while Clyde and Minnow both straightened up.

"Time to go, Minnow," Clyde said, nudging the girl softly. She quickly rose to her feet and began to walk after Clyde, the two walking away and leaving Y/N and Joel to share a small look.

"Time to go? Why?" Joel asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Why?" she mimicked. "Did you not just hear the ominous noise that filled the air literally a couple of seconds ago? There's obviously a monster on our tracks."

Joel shot her a small look before gazing back in the direction of the noise. "So, what. . .What, uh. . .What was that? What's going on?" Joel asked as he looked back towards Clyde and Minnow who were still walking away. He quickly grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her along while Boy ran beside them.

"Could've been a lot of things," Clyde replied.

"Tree Flamer. Herd Stomper. Rockdiver. Limbsnapper. Limpcrusher. And my favorite. . .the Chumbler," Minnow listed off as they began to walk further into the woods.

"Okay, I get it. A lot of. . .A lot of names," Joel muttered.

"Whatever it is, it took your screams for the dinner bell," Clyde explained. "If it's got your scent, it's gonna be on you for a while."

"Shit," Y/N muttered seeing as that wasn't exactly the kind of news you wanted to hear on your journey on the surface. "I told you to stay calm."

"You left me," Joel retorted, pointing at the girl. "How was I not supposed to freak out?"

"I was trying to find you help," Y/N insisted. She looked towards the boy, her eyes locking with his. "I wouldn't have let anything hurt you." Joel watched her for a second, his shoulders relaxing a bit for he knew the girl was right. She never had let anything harm him.

Reaching out, he gently took ahold of her hand and gave it a small squeeze before looking to Clyde and Minnow. "Hey, maybe we could, like, I don't know, come with you guys?" Joel suggested.

Minnow and Clyde both stopped in their tracks before turning around to look at them. Joel was quick to wrap an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, giving the two a big smile while Y/N smiled softly beside him.

Clyde and Minnow looked between the two before glancing towards one another. "Which way you headed?" Clyde asked.

"West," Y/N replied.

"To the coast," Joel furthered. "Jenner Beach."

"Yeah. We're not cutting north just yet," Clyde agreed.

"Not cu—Not cutting north just yet," Joel muttered.

"Come on. Come on," Minnow told them.

Joel's eyes widened in surprise and he smiled before squeezing his arm around Y/N in a small hug of excitement. He then quickly cleared his throat before saying, "Uh. . .yeah. Whatever you want. You guys want us to come, we'll come."

Y/N chuckled softly and shook her head at the boy. "Come on, Batman," she muttered before hurrying after the two.

"Okay, but does my voice really sound like a girl?" Joel asked after her, hurrying behind her with Boy on his heels while Y/N’s laughter filled the air.

And with that, the two were on their way once again, this time with three new members than they had initially started out with.

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