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v0idim · 4 months

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Idk where the art is someone drop the art credit in the comments 🙌😜

Small Encounters

Itadori Yuji x Reader

!Basketball College AU!

You walk out of class and see Itadori ready to pick you up. What is he doing here?

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☆*:.｡. o(Second Small Encounter)o .｡.:*☆

You walk up to Itadori's car, watching the tinted glass roll down. "Pleasure seeing you again, but why are you here?" You hunched over so your head would be in view of the window. Itadori smiled showing off his pearly white teeth at you, getting out of the drivers side, grabbing your bag and placing it in the back seat before opening the passenger door for you.

"I told you I was going to pick you up. Wheres the gratitude L/n?" He chuckled a bit before ushering you into the car. "I have a game today and I have to be there in an hour. I don't want to rush you but I really do have to get ready soon." You stared at him in confusion, thinking to yourself 'Why would he pick me up if he has somewh-' your thoughts get interrupted as Itadori begins to ramble again.

"Can I get ready at your place? I'll take you to the game, Nobara said you were coming so why not just come with me to the game. We're both going to the same place, less gas, better for the environment ya know. Don't want these happy trees to wither up because I decided to drive around my car. You get me?" Your mouth gapes as you stare at him. He sheepishly smiles at you.

"No offense Itadori, but I just met you and you already want to come to my apartment? You seem chill but are you sure you want to come to my place?" You strapped on your seat belt, you really wouldn't mind his company. You make a mental note to text Kugisaki that someone else is giving you a ride to the game, you'll just meet her there.

"If you're fine with it, I would love to get ready at your place! I really do wanna get to know you more L/n" You sat in your own thoughts for a while as he started the car, feeling the engine pur beneath you. He handed you his phone so you can type in your address into the maps app.

'He's not a bad guy right? What's the worse he could do? I would like to get to know him better too. Everything is gonna be fine.' You thought to yourself. Looking out the window as the cars seem to blur right pass you.

After some time, you arrive to your apartment, you show him to the parking garage that lies beneath the complex. Having rich siblings was a great benefit because they seemed to pay for the expenses that were out of your budget, for example, your apartment.

"Woah I didn't know you were rich like that dude. This garage is so dope and it's only the parking garage!" He slightly glances over to you as he pulls into one of the guest parking spots.

"Eh I'm not rich, I don't pay for my apartment." This confused Itadori a bit, he shrugged it off as he went over to your side of the car and opened the door. After you exited the car, he went to the back seat and collected his and your bags. "But anyways, you have a nice car! Probably cost a fortune." Matching Itadori's pace, his long strides were hard to keep up with but you managed.

"My sensi bought it for me. He's hella rich! He bought it for me when I became a starter on the basketball team" Once again, Itadori had managed to shook you again. Leaving you in confusion as you enter the elevator door. You pressed the 6th floor and stood in a nice peaceful silence as the soft jazz played in the background of the elevator.

"So what position do you play?" The elevator dings, you watch the doors open slowly. Stepping out and grabbing the keys to your apartment out of your bag.

"I'm a point guard, but I'm pretty good at all positions." He stretches his arms over his head, cockiness lingered in his tone. "I've been playing since grade school, so many years ago I dont remeber the age I actually started playing." You arrived to your apartment, unlocking the door and letting Itadori in first since he was carrying quite a few bags.

"Dude your place is sick." He wonders around the kitchen and living room after placing the bags down near a chair. He looks at all the pictures you have around your living area, all the trophies you had on display. "Who's B/n? And damn are they good at volleyball! National champions is so impressive!" You walk towards Itadori, placing your slippers on your feet.

"That's my brother, not sure if you heard of him but he plays Volleyball professionally." You grabbed a small rag and cleaned off any smudges the trophy had. Since your siblings were always away you only had small memories of them.

"WAIT DAWG YOU'RE THE LEGENDARY B/N SISTER?" He grabs your shoulders and shakes you violently, Itadori had seem to become comfortable around you... and you were glad.

"Yea, I don't tell many people about it." You rub the back of your nape as he loses his grip around your shoulders. "Too much attention and some people take advantage of me having a 'famous' brother" You sighed as you walked over to the fridge. Silently mumbling some words to yourself, wanting the topic to change from your brother and his achievements to something else.

"What do you want to drink?" You yell over your shoulder towards itadori who was now sitting at the small dinner table that stood in the middle of the dining room.

"You have hi-c or redbull?" he yelled back slightly, turning his head to the side. His eyes land on the upright steinway and sons piano that leaned against the wall. You walk in with many juice boxes of Hi-c fruit punch, just incase Itadori wanted more. "Yo L/n" you hummed in response. "You play piano?" You slightly nod your head, walking back into the kitchen to grab some protein bars and snacks for Itadori.

Once you sit down, he calls out your name, grabbing your attention. "Can you play something for me?" Although you always hear this question, it always makes you nervous. Itadori notice you tense up a bit. "You don't have to play if you want though!" he grabs a juice box and stabs the straw in the top of the box.

"Its fine, I have to practice playing in front of people more anyways." You wipe the sweat on your pants before taking a seat on the piano bench. "Anything you want to hear?" You glance over your shoulder at Itadori, he had move closer to you, pulling up a chair right behind you.

"Play runway by Kanye!" He crossed his legs on the chair, now sitting cris-cross, as he watched your every move precisely. You pressed the E key on the piano, then letting your fingers run across to play the song. Letting your fingers glide across the keys like butter. Itadori watched in silence, amazed by your captivating skills. The song comes to end end, turing your body to face him.

"So did you like it? I messed up a little. It's been a while since I played that, sorry." I gave him a tight lipped smile. He had his mouth slightly open.

"L/n.... that was so beautiful." His voice was a meer whisper. "You're playing is so beautiful and elegant." He locked eyes with you. "I saw you walk out of the music building. Do you major in music?" Itadori seemed interested in you career, which was rare to you. Kugisaki hates it when you talk to her about music, but Itadori seemed to actually pay attention.

"Yea, I'm a Jazz studies Major. Nothing flashy but it's pretty neat." You stand up from the bench, walking over to the dinning table and grabbing a juice box.

"Do you have a concert or something coming up? I would love to see you play again." He followed you arond with his gaze.

"Yea I have a recital in three weeks. You should come!" You look at the time on your phone. it was 4:36 "Um.. Itadori what time do you have be at the gym?" You looked at him, once again you were running late.

"I gotta be there at 5, Why?" He pulls out his phone to check the time. "Oh my god! Where's your bathroom I have to change!" He rushes around your apartment.

"Its down that hall to the left. Im going to get ready real quick, knock on my door when you're ready to leave!" You walk into your room, slipping into a different outfit before putting on some more chapstick and a light layer of mascara. You fix your hair and put on new socks, opening the door of your room. You walk into the living room and see Itadori slipping on his slides, he was wearing his basketball shorts and a black hoodie. "I'm almost ready, let me just put on my shoes." You tell Itadori as you sit on the floor, shoving your foot into your shoe aggressively. You walk to the kitchen counter and grab your keys, a pack of gum, some water, and a hair tie. After grabbing all your necessities you walk out the door.

"Okay let's go, do you mind if we drive fast?" Itadori says in a rushed manner, you finish locking the door. Speed walking to the elevator as Itadori just takes longer strides.

"Nope, as long as you make it on time." You decide to take the stairs instead. It would be faster and its good for cardio. Itadori takes the lead as he skips multiple steps at a time, you rushing behind him. Finally making it into the parking garage, he unlocks his car with a click. Opening the passenger door for you, you let out a small thank you as you get into the car. He enters into the drivers side, throwing his bag to the back and starts the car.

"Just making sure, you're fine if I speed right?" Itadori quickly pulls out of the garage, heading onto the highway towards the school.

"Yes I'm fine with it, now step on it bro!" The car roars loudly as he shifts gears, the lights from the outside turn into flashing streaks. You take a look at the speedometer and see Itadori is going 110 MPH/177 KMH.

You make it to the school campus in a blink of an eye. 4:56. Just on time. You and Itadori rush into the gym, you take a seat on the bleachers, watching your pink hair friend lace up his shoes.

Suddenly your phone rings. Looking at the contact name, your heart drops a little.

INCOMING CALL : NOBARA

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter :( Anyways I hoped you like the ff so far. IK THEYRE MOVING KINDA FAST BUT TRUST ME IT WILL SLOW DOWN

#voidimwrites #jjk nobara #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #itadori x y/n #itadori x reader #itadori yuji #jujutsu itadori #nobara kugisaki #basketball #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #college

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offtorivendell · 2 years

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Bat Bros' Brewery: 🦇³

Apologies that this is late to the game. I'd meant to have this modern AU fic properly finished as a one shot for Day 4 (Bat Boys), then Day 7 (Free Day), of @azrielweek2022, but last week coincided with a lot of our moving preparations. That insanity took over my life, understandably, so here it is now, but in the form of a headcanon, instead. I'm sorry, I know it's not my best effort, but I'm currently so exhausted that I fell asleep at 6pm last night and slept for 12 straight hours, so... 🥱🥱🥱

Please enjoy the unedited fluff and nonsense.

While at university, all three of the bat bros lived together while in appropriately different fields (Rhys studied an arts-law double major, Azriel studied software engineering with a minor in robotics, and Cassian studied secondary education with the goal of teaching PE and bio).

To celebrate the end of their year as JAFFYs, Cassian and Rhys bought a home brew kit and set it up in the dining room of their share house.

Azriel, who was a year ahead, just rolled his eyes and sighed. Rhys and Cassian could get chaotic.

After their final exams, the three of them made their first attempt at a basic ale. Reader, it was barely tolerable (and entirely messy), though their friends didn't much care; it was still free beer, and it "did the job."

Their second attempt was marginally better.

It wasn't until their third go round that they had something they would call both functional and enjoyable.

By the end of Azriel's third - and Rhys and Cassian's second - year, they had a solid ale and lager, and were almost there with a stout.

By the time Azriel was graduating, at the end of Rhys and Cassian's third year, it was so good that they were proud to serve it to their friends.

Rhys' girlfriend, one Feyre Archeron, a first year fine arts student who was the youngest sister of his law classmate, Nesta, had even designed a logo for the three of them. Thanks to their years on the high school football team, they called themselves the bats, and Feyre had grown up obsessed with the TV show Charmed, so... 🦇³ it was.

A decade passed them by, and they had all settled down, both into relationships and careers. Azriel worked in the tech industry, as did most who completed his degree, for a moderately sized company.

Feyre and Rhys had married young, followed by Azriel and the middle Archeron sister, Elain (a botanist) two years later. Azriel and Elain had met when Feyre brought Rhys (and Cass and Az) home for dinner with her sisters, who were attempting to mend bridges after their rough childhood. Nesta and Cassian then proceeded to drag out an almost decade-long battle of wits that had finally ended with a hook up at age 29. After that, they were as inseparable as their siblings, though not married. They joked that it would be another ten years before "any of that," or, to call it even, they'd probably marry by 40.

At approximately the seven year mark after graduation, Azriel, Cassian and Rhys were all getting a little frustrated with their careers, as they could feel themselves stagnating. By the ten year mark, they had decided to actually do something about it: turn the Bat Bros Brewery into a legitimate business.

Over the preceding years, they'd taken quite a few short courses in home brewing, not to mention they'd discovered that Elain, an avid cook, had an amazing palate for beers and cider in addition to food. Their brews were, in short, pretty damn good, so they began to run a stall at the local farmers' market on the weekends.

The first weekend all of their friends and families came out to support them - they highly suspected that Rhys' cousin, Mor, had a thing or two to do with that - and everyone had a blast. The second weekend was a bit of a let down, and they were worried about beginner's luck, but business picked up a bit in week three, and slowly but steadily continued to improve.

Not quite two years into this endeavour, the boys taking it in turns to run the stall each weekend, or sometimes running stalls at bigger festivals after they'd made a name for 🦇³, the co-owner of a local gastro pub got in contact with them and said that she and her sister would love to stock Bat Bros Beer on tap.

It took some time to ramp up production in their small, rented brewery space - and they tentatively began to look at larger facilities, just in case - but eventually, 🦇³ ale and lager were on tap at The Wolf and Shadow, with their stout and cider to both follow in autumn, if sales were as good as they hoped.

Nuala and her twin sister, Cerridwen, were so pleased with the popularity of the Bat Bros Beer that they could hardly wait for the new stock to arrive, and they began to negotiate for a Wolf and Shadow special brew.

By the end of that school year, Az, Cass and Rhys - along with Elain, Nesta and Feyre - realised that they could no longer treat BBB as a part time venture. With their families on top of two essentially full time jobs, it was too much, and something had to give; Cassian quit his job at the local high school, and Rhys and Az left their positions, too.

Their collective experiences weren't for nothing, though. Bat Bros Brewery boasted one hell of a website, to say the least.

As the school year ended, they found themselves moving into a much larger building that they fitted out with just enough equipment to get them started, and plenty of space left over to expand as they (hopefully) needed.

Everything progressed so well that, by the next December, other local pubs and restaurants were also clamouring to stock 🦇³ products.

The boys were very pleased that they didn't have to slink back to their old jobs with their proverbial tails between their legs.

Feyre, Elain and Nesta were glad that their partners were being professionally fulfilled once more.

By the ages of 38, 37 and 37, Azriel, Cassian and Rhys were happier than ever. In addition to their brewery, Azriel and Rhys had Elain and Feyre respectively, and a hoard of kids (or "batlets") between them. Nesta had proposed to Cassian on his 37th birthday, and they were "happily engaged."

You know those couples who get engaged and stay that way forever? Cassian and Nesta were beginning to appear that way until, one Autumn day, they invited their siblings, nieces and nephews to the park for a picnic.

Well, surprise, it was their wedding!

Nesta's good friend Gwyn was officiating, and Emerie, the other member of their inseperable trio, had returned early from her trip home to Illyria when Nesta had asked (because Nesta had never asked for anything like that before).

It was the most spectacular, Pinterest worthy autumnal wedding that anyone could have imagined. Elain was overjoyed that her spiced apple cider cake (made with 🦇³ apple cider, of course) was THE wedding cake; Feyre took the photos (and thank god she'd gone back for her tripod, after all).

At the end of the day, Nesta and Cassian handed out thank you cards that said the "three" of them were so glad everyone made it.

Feyre, the first to open hers, actually screamed. Mor followed suit no more than a second later, as Elain laughed her joy.

Azriel just raised his eyebrow at the commotion, at which point Elain gave him her card to read.

A giant smile bloomed on Az's face as he and Rhys tackled Cassian in a hug.

#modern au #acotar headcanon #modern au acotar #bat boys #bat bros #bat bros brewery #elriel #feysand #nessian #nuala and cerridwen #azriel week 2022 #i'm sorry this is late life has been crazy busy #wouldn't mind a beer myself #azriel appreciation week #azrielweek2022

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jiseck · 8 months

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hi y’all! you can call me mk. (she/they & cst). i haven’t tumblr rp’ed since probably 2017, so please do forgive me as i feel things out around the dash, my blog, and with kit. shoot me a dm if you'd like to plot as kit is totally open (i also have discord if you'd like that, just ask for my info!) and with all of that out of the way... meet my tender-hearted, hard-headed little guy.

stats && plots && pinterest

welcome to infinite entertainment! it's YOON JISEOK ( KIT ), who is a BACKUP DANCER. i’ve heard whispers that the 22 year old is pretty DETERMINED but lowkey HIGH-STRUNG. also, doesn’t he remind you of SUNG HANBIN?

kit is an older muse of mine but as it's been years i'm just going to be feeling him out through character development as time goes on. sorry for the one million words... feel free to skip to the TLDR / tidbits section. the important stuff is there!

EARLY LIFE -- TEEN YEARS ;

jiseok was an only child for the first handful of years of his life. in those first few years, his parents bounced around jobs, and they lived in a run down, one-room apartment while they attempted desperately to get settled. his mom’s life long dream was to be a novel writer, but ended up teaching high school literature. his dad was, and always had been, a teacher himself.

when jiseok’s mom got pregnant with him, she went on maternity leave and struggled with postpartum depression that made it difficult to go back to work. his dad tried to make it work with just a single income, but ultimately it wasn’t enough. she bounced around from job to job, often cleaning up homes and business and taking on other odd jobs as she couldn’t handle the stress of teaching again.

as jiseok grew from being a toddler to being a school-aged child, they finally settled down in seoul after what felt like a miracle situation — his mom got on the proper medication and was able to work a stable teaching job again. unexpectedly, his mom announced that he would be having two siblings come the spring, twins, she had told him excitedly.

with jiseok entering grade school, and the twins being watched by his aunt during the day, she could afford to work longer days. when both parents began teaching again, they enrolled jiseok in a taekwondo class after school. he was good at it. he enjoyed the outlet from the noisiness that was a household that has two new twin babies living in it. he liked being at a place with faces he didn’t recognize from school. he was quite clumsy and rowdy in daily life growing up, spending many saturday evenings in the emergency room racking up bills for stitches and a cast on his arm after a nasty fall off of a slide. so he liked when he’d go to taekwondo and felt like he had control over his body and the way it moved, and what he could do with it.

he was elegant, and quick in his movements, earning himself the nickname " kitty " from one of the instructional assistants at his taekwondo club.

now, he liked taekwondo just fine, but he found another love late into his elementary years. as his mom and dad would often work late nights at the school, his aunt jihyun would often pick him up after his post-school taekwondo lesson. she owned a dance studio just down the street and jiseok, kit, would go there to do homework so he didn’t have to spend all night alone.

the nights he didn’t have much academia work, he would just watch the dancers. eventually, jihyun noticed the careful way he would watch them, and invited him to participate. one half of a dance class was all it took for kit to know that this is where is belonged.

COLLEGE -- CURRENT ;

jiseok stayed in public school as he entered his high school years, which was frustrating as all of his dance team members began to join fine arts schools. it wasn’t in the cards for him, and he was okay with that. with him entering high school and the twins entering junior high, he knew there was no way his parents could afford private or specialized schools for one of them, let alone three of them.

he focused on his studies intensely, knowing he had to score well on exit exams and classes if he wanted to be able to pursue a higher education, already stuck with a disadvantage just for attending public high school. he was dedicated and a perfectionist in all aspects of his life. his grades remained impeccable and he attended his dance classes every day after school. he lost sleep most nights in order to get both dance and school complete in a day.

dancing competitively came shortly after high school began, finally old enough to travel on weekends with his team and compete. the fees were expensive and jiseok was able to fund them with scholarships and odd jobs he picked up here and there. the amount of work that went into it and the nights of sleep he lost didn’t matter to him. he loved dancing. he loved performing.

it was on those long weekends away from home, tucked away in his own little world that he was a little different from other teammates (or so he thought, but much later in life would learn there were plenty of other people just like him). he had crushes growing up, but the first time he remembers feeling like he was in love –– as in love as he could be at sixteen –– was with a boy he met at a dance competition, who he blossomed a quiet, mostly secret relationship with.

he got outed for having a boyfriend relatively quickly after they began dating, and much to his luck, his parents, the twins, and all of his closest friends were more than supporitve. it didn't take away the sting when he'd get looks from other dancers at competitions, or teachers at school, or the elder's he'd pass on the streets, bravely walking hand in hand with his boyfriend.

now, as he’s studying dance in college and continuing to dance professionally, he still battles whether or not he will ever step foot into the idol-side of things. he likes his anonymity, mostly, and being able to return to normal life after doing backup-dance work for an awards show, or a concert, or an event.

he’s pretty heavily involved in the queer space at his university and in the performance sphere, and knows that being an idol would mean giving that up, and he’s not sure he’s ready to do that now, or ever.

LITTLE TIDBITS & TLDR ;

kit started dancing around age 11, the years before that spend in the taekwondo studio where he learned of his own grace and control despite being mostly clumsy and graceless in daily life.

he has two younger twin siblings that he loves like, seriously more than life. hyunsoo & seohyun are 5 years younger than him and have eagerly followed his footsteps in dancing. he's very protective of them.

his primary love is dancing, but has found a real passion for choreographing and teaching. in a dream world, one where he isn't a back-up dancer for idols, he would be a choreographer for some of the biggest names in the industry.

his favorite kind of dancing is contemporary, though it's easily his least practiced –– he just enjoys the vulnerability contemporary choreographies encapsulate.

he's quite the party guy, but mostly casually. it's fun for him on the weekends, especially to be involved in itaewon/the gay scene. he's very proud of himself and outspoken about his sexuality.

capricorn sun, virgo moon, pisces rising. so sorry. god bless. he is equal parts controlling (re: himself, his situations, etc., not so much other people though like with anyone it definitely translates. especially when he's stressed.) and sensitive. sweet little cry baby. for any and all reasons.

he has 4 tattoos! and a handful of piercings. he got his nipples pierced as a dare (but it wasn't very hard to convince him because he had kind of always wanted them done anyway).

he prides himself on having never turned down a dare.

his first year of college, he challenged himself to go on twenty-five first dates, and if nothing else make friends out of it. he got close –– twenty one. one of those dates is one of his best friends now.

bisexual and very open about it

Chronically Tired (he is busy all of the time. perfectionist to his core)

softy softy softy. very affectionate.

like, insanely trustworthy. probably Knows Some Shit

he does smoke cigarettes, pretty regularly. he's super high strung, and this is about the one area of his life where he allows himself this thing that is so clearly bad for him. nictone addiction started pretty young. dance kids.

once he sets his mind on something, he is in it to win it!!! competitive, passionate, determined, whatever you want to call it. all the way down to mario kart.

CONNECTIONS / PLOTS ;

best friend / his person –– i imagine kit would have like a long term best friend, at least since high school. they didn't have to go to school together, since kit went to public school, but maybe they were in the same dance team outside of school? maybe they worked together at an odd job? maybe they were neighbors?

roommate –– although he probably could afford to live on his own with the money gathered from gigs & his job at the studio, it would be much more comfortable to have a roommate !! // song jooha.

"first date number seventeen" –– on his challenge of going on twenty five first dates, he met someone who, in unlikely circumstances, became a close friend. this could have also been a friends with benefits situation, or maybe a slow-burn, or maybe just a friend in unlikely places situation. whatever!!

party / smoking buddies –– again, could be a friends with benefits situation, could be a wingman situation, could just be a we like to drink and bask in each other's presences... maybe they both like to go to the gay bars together. if they're an idol and jiseok somehow knows them, he's confidant number one and will keep your secrets.

dance parter –– dance is where he is the most vulnerable, true form of himself. maybe they dance together at college now, or maybe they've danced together for years, or maybe they do industry work together often.

ex best friend / ex lovers / enemies / enemies to friends / friends to enemies / etc etc etc . . .

very vague plots also listed here... but i am totally open minded, so we can just talk things through or let them happen organically. i love to headcanon though so don't be afraid to shoot me a dm. :)

#infinite:intro #// sorry this is kind of late! and also a whole entire essay! i am me at my core #// also forgive my graphic skills i used canva <3 #&. ✧ musings.

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iwlnbgefawi-tismln-timvos · 1 year

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Maaaaajor TW my guys (Mention of SH, Su*cid*l thoughts, abuse [????], transphobia, and possibly a few others)

There is something actually fucking wrong with me.

I found this TMNT AU, and I've been following it for a while, yadda yadda ya, but in this AU Splinter treats the turtles... horribly, and it's far worse than anything I've ever experienced, and the turtles all deal with their fair deal of shit on their own as well, and I, for some ungodly reason, find myself... wishing I had those things happen to me.

To have suffered the way they did so that I actually felt like my pain mattered, and was real, and that I'm not just blowing things way out of proportion. I know I say all the time that quantity of pain does not equate to validity of trauma, but there's a difference between saying it and believing it.

I never have nightmares of the shit I went through. My mental health wasn't so greatly impaired that I'm a completely different person, I didn't only have my dad growing up, so I had the warmth of my mother to get me through. I have loving siblings, and wonderful friends.

What the fuck gives me the right to be the way that I am. What gives me the right to self harm? To constantly think of ending it? In what fucked up world am I allowed to be thinking these things when all I went through was what...

My bio dad leaving before I could even remember him? A few friends ghosting me when I was 8? My parents yelling at each other and at me occasionally, with that getting less severe by the day? Locked in a room a couple times?

What actually gives me the right.

I was diagnosed with depression when I was 8, sure, but that's because every little thing feels like the end of the goddamn world when you're a child, those feelings just kinda carried over into present time ig.

I guess the one thing that really sticks out is my parents being rampantly transphobic. The constant threats of being taken out of school, of being sent away to an all girls boarding school, of being forced to throw away all my pants and only ever wear dresses and skirts, never talking to my friends again, never having any devices again, losing my freedom.

But that's kinda it. I should be perfectly happy! I should be fine! Other's have had it MUCH worse than I have! I still have loving parents who try to spend time with me, and who more or less apologize after yelling. Who take me out for ice cream, and remember my birthday, get me nice things for Christmas. Other than a rough time when I was really little, we're relatively well off.

I'm white. We live in a nice big house. There's never been anything physical aside from like.. idk, dragged by the arm? Hit on the back of the head? Idk if that even counts lmao.

Why am I like this.

I have a fine life! I have books, I have art, there's a lot of stuff I can do on the regular that others can't do in their entire lifetime.

So why.

Why do I fucking..

Why do I wish it was worse. I should be happy! Why am I not happy???

Why do I wish that something irreversibly traumatizing would happen to me.

Attention???? I wouldn't fucking put it below myself.

Fuck.

Whatever.

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malachiexists13 · 2 years

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I JUST FINISHED LICHT'S ROUTE LIKE OVER 12 HOURS AGO (I FELL ASLEEP AFTER) AND SO SPOILER ALERT. ALSO I START SCHOOL IN LIKE TWO WEEKS SO PRAY FOR ME HAHA-

Also I switch a lot between saying "I" and "Emma" in this post. Im sorry-

NOKTO- NO, STOP. DON'T GIVE PORNHUB ANY IDEAS 😭

Tell him, Licht 😤

I- Licht, if I were to become Nokto's sibling-in-law.. What else would you end up being besides my husband? You really think I'm gonna marry one of your other brothers? Fuck no.

I don't know, are you Emma's boyfriend? Is Emma your girlfriend? If so, then yes.

It.. You don't want to be called boyfriend and girlfriend? Okay, that's fine. I hated it when my ex-boyfriend called me his partner or his lover instead of his boyfriend so I get it.

No. Thats what Chevalier used. Be original.

Sweetheart is actually a good way to describe Licht. He's a total sweetheart and I just wanna give him a hug, I don't even like hugging people.

I am such a sucker for Licht's smile. He's one of those characters in which when they smile, you just want to smile too. I love it ❤

Im also gonna take this opportunity to info dump in relation to Licht-

So, I am still working on making ikemen ocs. I just decided to take a small break to rework the current characters I have and make them proper art and profiles. Might as well be happy with the finished product, yeah? And I already do have an OC for Licht.

This character does not currently have a design, all I can currently say on how they look is she has red hair and pale icy blue eyes. Their name is Mila Grayfield and her pronouns are They/She, they're 22 years old.

With how much Licht's route talks about his and Emma's love hurting each other, I figured that.. May as well make my OC for Licht be just as fucking tragic right? So here's a bit of Mila's backstory.

In my AU, the Grayfield family is a family of assassins, each generation tasked with assassinating the Royal family. This all started because of Glen Grayfield, Mila's grandfather. He was increasing jealous of the Royals and wanted that power for himself. So, he decided to make it his life's goal to try and take out the King as a well-known assassin. After he was caught and executed, his wife decided to teach his goal onto their children, Oliver and Leona, who carried on this ideal.

Leona then had twin daughters of her own, Mila and Mia Grayfield, who she trained to also be assassins. Mila showed the most promise so she was tasked with the most difficult missions. This harsh life caused Mila to become cold and reserved, hesitant with getting close to others but still willing to do whatever is asked of them. At first, she was deadset on rejecting the offer of being Belle, refusing to believe that her heart was beautiful or pure despite the life of sin they lived. But, since it was something to do to serve her Kingdom, she agreed.

Even after falling for Prince Licht, Mila refused to allow themself to open up to him or be vulnerable. She firmly believed that if he or anyone in the palace knew who they were, she'd be executed without a single question asked. And when the time to leave the palace came, they straight up told Licht it'd be better if he completely forgot who they were. Referring to themself as a 'dirty and hypocritical sinner who had no right to tell Licht how to live.'

When Sariel came to Mila and asked if she would return to the palace to see Licht, they just about refused. But gave in anyway. And thats about as far as I've thought up Mila's story with Licht. I still have more to plan.

I thought the idea of forbidden love between a prince and a commoner is way too cliche so.. Why not forbidden love between a prince and an assassin raised to kill him is a bit more interesting? It adds a bit more drama to the story if Mila actually understands Licht on an emotional and empathetic level over sympathetic.

Also, like most of my characters, Mila has a.. complicated relationship with their own family. Mila resents her grandfather and grandmother for the life she has to live, despite never meeting either of them. Mila doesn't know who her uncle is, as he left Rhodolite months prior to their birth. And her relationship with her mother is.. complicated too. Leona was always a kind and doting mother, but the pressure she placed on her daughters was too much.

As for Mila's relationship with her twin sister, Mia.. Its probably the best relationship they have. Mila adores her 'little' sister and does whatever they can to protect her, even if it means they have to take on more dangerous jobs and put their life on the line.

Also I currently have no idea whether I'll also make Mia a love interest OC in Ikemen Prince. Like- I know with Ikerev, I have both Iris and Kahlia as twins and love interest OCs. But I might not do the same thing with Mila and Mia. It all depends on if I can think one of the princes would be a good suitor for Mia or something. Dunno.

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri licht #licht klein #ikemen oc #oc #ikepri oc

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COMETHRU — draco malfoy x slytherin! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: none, full on proper fluff

SUMMARY: you were an absolute hardarse when it came to studying, spending your afternoons in the library. what happens when a small doodle on the wooden tables lead to the forming of a friendship?

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 2787 words/ 14 minutes

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YOU LET OUT a tired sigh as you slumped onto a seat in the library. the screeching of the chair legs against the floor cause a few students to glare at you as mdm pince sent you a hushed whisper to knock it off.

you mouthed a sorry to the librarian and you pulled out your potions textbook, prepared to start your four-hour-long study session alone. sixth year also brought about even more work than before, considering you were taking advanced potions, charms, and defence against the dark arts.

the school bell rang which signaled it was time for dinner. you also noticed how students were slowly leaving the library and decided she would too.

miles was your best friend, he had been since the two of you were three. your parents were good friends and you and miles naturally grew close.

you and miles never pictured each other romantically though. both of you were practically siblings and kissing miles would be like kissing your brother.

miles was known to sleep around while you were the hopeless romantic type, hoping to one day fall in love with someone, all that fairytale type stuff.

"why do you look so knackered? you alright?" miles asked while pouring him and you some pumpkin juice.

"i've been studying since potions, my brain feels like it's about to cook from the inside." you groaned as you scooped a spoonful of rice onto your plate, then proceeding to scoop a heaping onto miles' plate while you were at it.

"we ended potions at 2! that's like four hours!" miles looked at you as if you were bonkers.

"miles, we're sixth years now, you have to actually study for your papers you won't fly pass by last-minute cramming," your eyebrows furrowed.

"if i study with you tomorrow will you quite nagging?" miles raised a brow.

"yes, i will. library at four tomorrow." you elbowed him in the ribs.

"four? but we end school at four? i won't even have time to rest after lessons." miles whined.

you were about to nudge him with your elbow again when he caught it with his hand.

"okay, okay, fine. i'll be there at four," miles rolled his eyes.

the next day, you were already sitting in your usual seat in the library waiting for miles.

he came in a few minutes later, tie hung loosely on his neck and shirt untucked.

"sorry i'm late i was-"

you held out your hand in his face, "nope. stop. i do not want to hear about your sex life, it's bloody minging," your face scrunching up in disgust.

"what are we studying today?" miles plopped down opposite you.

"charms," you said plainly without even looking up from your textbook, "i made a study timetable for you."

miles took the parchment you slid over to him and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets.

"why'd you put the study sessions all in the afternoon? can't you spread it out and study in the evenings instead?" miles asked.

"i prefer studying in the afternoon and we both know what you're like. you get lethargic after dinner and never want to do anything after stuffing your face full. now, enough chit-chat, open your textbook and start on your essay."

miles reluctantly took out his textbook and his writing materials.

the only sound shared between the two of you was the scratching of quills on parchments.

"hey y/n? what the hell's reducto?" a frown was etched on miles' face as he pushed his textbook towards you and bent across the table.

"it's a type of curse that blas-"

"hi miles!" you heard a high-pitched voice squeak from the side of the table.

"er emily? hi!" miles stood up properly and flashed his signature smile.

"it's actually emma, but emily works too!" the girl giggled.

godric you wanted to hex yourself out the window as you let out a curse in your head, annoyance filling your brain.

sure, you did feel bad for the girls that miles slept around with, but you were in the middle of a conversation when you were interrupted. the least the slytherin girl could have done was wait till it was over.

you drowned the two of them out as you doodled on the table, drawing a cute penguin on the corner of the table mindlessly.

"oi, y/n," miles threw a crushed parchment ball at you and caught your attention.

"you and your tuesday shag done?" you asked, eyes still glued on your little penguin, a proud smile on your face as you admired it.

"yes i told her to sod off, now help me before flitwick has my head for failing another essay." miles begged.

surely enough, the next day you and miles followed the study schedule and found yourselves in the library.

"ugh, studying is boring. why can't we do what we did last year? just lie in the grass and chat shit? i can't be arsed anymore." miles complained.

"less whining more studying, open your defence books," you flipped the boy off.

you were about to start on your homework when something on the table caught your eye.

someone had written something next to your penguin drawing.

'adorable penguin :)' it said.

you chuckled lightly and decided to write back, doing so despite knowing that the possibility of the same person who commented would see your reply was little to none.

'thank you! your smiley face looks abit dodgy tho, sorry. haha!'

"why are you smiling to yourself? it's creeping me the hell out," miles pointed out while you ignored him and told him off for getting distracted from his work.

day three of studying with miles and the complaining did not stop. you wanted to stuff his mouth with a sock so you'd get him to shut up.

'you wound me! i will now practice my smiley face drawing skills because of you. :)'

you wrote your reply next to it,

'this one's better than the last i must say. here's a polar bear to keep our penguin company'

you then drew a small polar bear next to your penguin from days before.

it was friday, hogsmeade weekend was tomorrow and you promised miles if he went the whole afternoon without complaining once that you would buy him butterbeer. he gladly took up your offer.

'your drawing skills are most definitely better than mine. what year are you in mystery library doodler? :)'

'i'm in year six! what about you mystery boy/ girl/ person?' you wrote back.

you did not visit the library over the weekend as you mainly spent time with miles just messing around the castle.

monday meant the school week commenced once again, and you were excuted to see if you got a response.

'i'm in my sixth too :) -mystery boy'

turns out the person was a boy in your year. your heart fluttered a bit when you read it.

'well mystery boy, i'm a girl in slytherin! i think mdm pince is catching on we've been vandalising on her tables, so i'm going to charm our notes so that they disappear after being read. till we speak again mystery boy!'

tuesdays were never your favourite. you had professor snape for two hours in the morning which you absolutely dreaded, but knowing you would get to interact with mystery boy gave you a little more motivation to start the day.

'that sounds like a good plan. if i'm being honest, i look forward to your little notes everyday :) -a fellow slytherin'

you were shocked to find out your penpal of sorts was in the same house as you. you replied:

'as do i. have a good week ahead!'

that evening as you and miles sat by the slytherin tables during dinner, you found yourself peering down the benches, wondering who the person you had been writing notes to could possibly be.

draco and blaise sat in the same table in the library they had been studying at since third year. and just last week, draco had found himself enjoying his studying sessions in the evening just a little more.

'as do i. have a good week ahead!'

draco smiled as he noticed the writing on the corner of the table, but quickly masked it with a clearing of his throat before blaise could tease him about it.

'thank you, you too! you study here quite often, what's your favourite subject? :)'

draco wrote back. he noticed how your handwriting was exceptionally neat. he also took note of how you wrote your letter As and how they had a little curve at the end.

'what's my favourite subject?' you thought to yourself when wednesday arrived and you read off that specific table in the library.

'that's a tough one, but most definitely astronomy. you?'

draco thought to himself that evening. his eyes widened in delight when he read that your favourite subject was astronomy because it was his as well.

he wondered how it was even possible to have such deep fascination and interest in someone he did not even know. all he knew about you was through your daily notes.

he would be lying if he said he did not try guessing who you could possibly be whenever he had his meals in the great hall. there was a large number of slytherins in your year. much more than the year ahead and below, and so trying to figure out who you were proved to be a great feat.

'i love astronomy as well. favourite constellation? mine's scorpius. :)'

thursdays were your favourite. you and miles had all your classes together and you had astronomy lessons in the late evening.

miles finally stopped complaining about you dragging him to the library every afternoon as it became a habit for him.

he also respected you enough to have his flings bother him in the evening, after your study sessions.

you could never choose a favourite constellation, to you, they were all beautiful to you. if you had to pick, it would be draco.

you liked it for two particular reasons. firstly, you liked the greek mythology associated with it. how the dragon ladon, had been given a place in the night sky by the goddess hera, for heroically guarding her golden apples.

the second reason why you liked draco, the constellation, was because every hot summer evening, it would be visible from your bedroom window. you adored that constellation, the thought that the person you had been writing to being someone of that very name not crossing your mind once.

'hi friend! definitely draco's my favourite but i do love scorpius as well! happy thursday mystery boy, one more day till the weekend!'

draco swore he could feel his heart drop when he read his name being written in such beautiful penmanship. could it be that you realised who he was? he waved the thought away with a shake of his head, telling himself that he was after all named after a constellation and it was merely a coincidence.

'hello friend! i used to look forward to the weekends, but not so much anymore knowing that our conversations would have to come to a temporary halt during them. :)'

"i'm exhausted," you rest your head on your palm, eyelids growing heavy as you tried your best to keep them open. the last few weeks had been taking a toll on your body both physically and mentally. the only saving grace, other than miles, was the little cheery notes you would receive from mystery boy in the library.

"it's friday, you can sleep in tomorrow," miles reminded trying to coax you with a croissant on your plate. he knew you long enough to know that a hungry you was an angry you.

you dragged your feet as you and miles walked to your first lesson of the day, transfiguration.

you dropped into your seat at the back of the classroom, miles next to you.

"i hope all of you have done your required reading and the essay i have tasked you to complete?" professor mcgonagall asked the class, "please pass it forward, students in the front organise them in alphabetical order."

you and miles passed your parchments to the gryffindors in front of you and the chain continued till everyone in the row had submitted their essays to the two students sitting in the front.

draco and his seatmate blaise shuffled through the parchments, placing them in alphabetical order.

that was when he saw the handwriting he would have recognised from kilometers away. written neatly at the corner of your essay was your name.

draco's eyes skimmed your essay, his mind making the quick connection that you, y/n y/l/n, was the person he had been writing to through the table in the library for the last two weeks.

blaise tapped on draco's shoulder which snapped him from his thoughts.

"you alright mate? you blanked out for a bit," blaise asked, concerned of his friend.

"huh? yea, i'm alright, just tired." draco assured his friend.

if he was being honest, draco never knew much about you. all he knew was that miles was your best mate.

he had seen you around before since you were in a few of his classes but other than that, you were just another slytherin. it was then when he heard your laughter fill his ears.

you and miles had been throwing small pieces of parchment balls at crabbe and goyle who were sitting diagonally across from you two, they did not seem to notice and their hair and the back of their robes were dotted with paper.

sure it was mean but those two bastards were always picking on younger years so they deserved it.

"bletchley, y/l/n, would you like to share with the class what you think is so amusing?" professor mcgonagoll eyed you and miles.

"no professor, carry on with your lesson." miles replied smugly.

draco thought that your laugh was melodious. they were filled with so much happiness and excitement. it disappointed him that he was not the one making you laugh.

as him and blaise walked to the great hall after being dismissed, he thought to himself if he should approach you and introduce himself. maybe the two of you could be friends and actually talk to each other instead of only interact through short notes.

you two already had something in common, which was your love for astronomy.

but then draco's insecurities got the best of him. sure draco was one of the more popular students in his year since he was a malfoy, but he was a rather anti-social person.

he got anxious easily and the only person he was really friends with was blaise. what if you thought he was a complete loser?

draco decided he was much better off speaking to you through your little notes, that way you could not judge him for who he really was. your small conversations with him were an escape of sorts, giving him the motivation to study every day since he had to visit the library in order to write back.

you entered the library that afternoon with miles.

'i used to look forward to the weekends, but not so much anymore knowing that our conversations would have to come to a temporary halt during them. :)'

your heart warmed at the note, you never thought someone would actually enjoy talking to you.

'well aren't you just the sweetest! now, i'm going to ask you a controversial question; favourite honeydukes sweet? mine's fudge flies! i'm going to miss you these two days. speak soon mystery boy!'

"y/n?" miles called from across you, "you keep smiling at the table, are you alright?"

"huh? yea i'm fine, i was just thinking about earlier when we were taking the piss out of crabbe and goyle."

you did not want to tell miles about your note sharing practices, not wanting him to tease you about your growing crush on your mystery friend-if you could him it that.

draco wondered what his favourite treat from the sweet shop in hogsmeade was.

'i'd fancy some fudge flies, but cauldron cakes will have to be my favourite. when you see this it'd already be monday, so i hope your monday was a splendid one :)'

draco was quite saddened he would not recieve a reply from y/n till the week was over, but he did get to see her around the castle, so that comforted him a bit.

"miles, quit walking so fast, my feet hurt." you tried your best to keep up with miles' fast pace.

"your legs are just short, hurry before everyone else gets to it," miles pulled you by your arm and opened the door to honeydukes, pushing you in.

the sweet smell of decadent chocolates filled your senses as your eyes brightened at the different sweets that lined the walls.

you and miles were picking out your treats when a ravenclaw stopped miles.

"hi bletchley," the ravenclaw batted her eyelashes.

miles smirked at the girl and began flirting with her.

you decided you would wander through the shop yourself and made a beeline the shelf stocked with fudge flies at the end of the shop.

"sorry, excuse me," you slipped behind a tall figure to reach forward and pick up a box of fudge flies when you hand brushed over a pale and cold one.

you head shot up and your eyes were met with none other than draco malfoy.

he was a rather popular student in your year. you would not deny that he was absolutely gorgeous, but his intimidating gaze made you feel as timid as a mouse.

"o-oh i'm sorry, you can have that box. i'll just take this one," you stammered as you picked up a different box of fudge flies and quickly ducked away to find miles, wanting to escape the blonde's eyes.

for the split second where you looked up at draco with those adorable doe eyes, he felt like his heart was about to burst. but the way you cowered away so quickly from him reminded him that if he were to ever reveal his true identity to you, your friendship with him would end instanteanously.

and he could not risk that, he treasured your friendship, even if it was just through small silly notes.

"i have to go to the library for a bit, i'll see you in the great hall," draco told blaise once they were dismissed for lunch, it was now already monday.

not long later, draco settled onto the slytherin bench next to blaise.

"why did you have to go to the library?" blaise pondered aloud to his blonde friend.

draco weighed out his options in his head. sure he was afraid blaise would tease him till merlin if he told him about y/n, but then again, blaise was one of the few people he could trust.

"right. i know this is going to sound stupid but i've been passing notes with y/n through the library table, the one we always sit at. she doesn't know i'm the one she's been writing to, only i know of her identity. and honestly? she's adorable."

"y/n y/l/n? as in the one over there?" blaise pointed to where you were sitting, a few people away from him and draco.

you were competing with miles to see who could fit the most number of potato cubes into your mouths, both of you laughing your tops off.

"yea, she's brilliant really, and very sweet." draco admitted.

"why don't you tell her who you really are? don't you want to befriend her, more than just through vandalising on mdm pince's tables?"

"i doubt she'd want to continue staying friends with me if she found out who i was." draco let out a sigh.

you and miles sat in your unofficial official seats in the library.

'i'd fancy some fudge flies, but cauldron cakes will have to be my favourite. when you see this it'd already be monday, so i hope your monday was a splendid one :)'

you read the message, but noticed something else below it.

'i only wrote this today, but look under the table!'

a curious frown flashed your face as you reached underneath the table, feeling below the surface of it.

your hand felt something and you pulled the box that was stuck to the table, you brought it up to look at it and it was a box of fudge flies.

you smiled excitedly at the sweet gesture, your heart feeling like it was about to burst.

"where'd you get that from? did you pull it out of your arse or something?" miles questioned.

it was too late, you could not hide it from miles anymore.

"um, i've been writing notes to someone from slytherin the past two weeks through the table. all i know is that he's in our year and he's the absolute sweetest. i wrote to him saying i liked fudge flies and he got me a box." you simpered.

miles walked over to your side of the table.

"that's such a story book cliche, but i must say it is disgustingly cute." miles studied the message.

you pushed miles away since he was being too nosey and wrote your reply back.

"don't you want to know who he is?" miles asked.

"i'm worried if he finds out who i am he'd be disappointed." you shrugged.

"what'd you mean? you're perfect just as you are." miles scolded.

"look, you've shagged them all. you know how much prettier the other girls in our house are and how much smarter they are than me. i just don't want what i have with this mystery boy to come to an end so quickly." you held in your tears by distracting yourself with reading your textbook.

miles just shook his head at his best friend, annoyed that she could not see how much of a wonderful person she was.

"i'm going to go back to my dorm first, i'm quite knackered," you waved miles goodnight with a kiss on his forehead and left the library.

after he was sure you were gone, miles studied the writing on the table. he knew it from somewhere.

that was when something in his head clicked, and he ran through the castle corridors back to the dungeons.

"zabini, open up," miles knocked on blaise's dorm door.

"knock once mate, it's enough, i'm not deaf-"

but before blaise could complete his sentence, he was being dragged away by miles towards the library.

"that's malfoy's handwriting innit?" miles asked rhetorically.

"yea, he's been writing to y/n, he told me bout it just now."

"wait wait wait, malfoy knows its y/n?"

"yea, he found out last week, but he's too insecure to admit it to her. does y/n not know?"

"she doesn't know its malfoy, but she's too worried that he wouldn't fancy her back if he found out it was her."

"that's the exact same thing malfoy said, these two kids are way too stupid for the own good." blaise sniggered while shaking his head.

"i say we come up with a plan." miles smirked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"oh bletchley, mate, i like the way you think." blaise agreed.

"miles," you groaned as the boy had his hands on your shoulders, pushing you through the halls, "i have loads of work to finish."

"where even are you bringing me?" you rolled your eyes as the boy remained silent, guiding you through the crowd of students.

miles stopped you by a wooden door, blaise zabini already standing outside of it.

you awkwardly waved to your housemate and before you could turn around to ask miles what in the world is going on, blaise opened the door and you were shoved into one of filch's bin room.

it was called a bin room as filch placed all of the useless things like books and parchments he had confiscated from students over the years.

the door slammed shut and miles locked it from the outside.

"miles!" you wiggled the doorknob, "miles bletchley, let me out of here or i'm writing to your mum!"

"sorry love, no can do," you heard miles from the other side of the door.

you knocked on the wood and findled with the doorknob once more, "i've had enough of your shithousery bletchely, let me out."

you were growing increasingly annoyed. you reached to the pocket of your robes for your wand, but instead was met with the smooth cloth of your robes instead.

"fuck you bletchley!" you cursed.

you let out an undefeated sigh as you tried to manuvuer your way through the dark closet. you stepped backwards and bumped into something.

you braced yourself, prepared to fall when two hands reached forward to grab you. you screamed at the sudden movement of the thing you bumped into.

"y/n, it's draco, stop shouting," draco spoke up for the first time since you were shoved into the room.

"oh." you calmed yourself down, hand over your heart, "is there a light switch in here?"

you felt around the wall and flicked the lights on.

you looked down at draco's hands that were still one your waist, holding you. draco noticed your stare and quickly removed his hands, "o-oh i'm sorry."

"er it's alright," you knocked on the door once again, "miles thomas bletchley! if you could tell me why i've been trapped in a bin room with draco malfoy, i'll reconsider hexing you off the astronomy tower after this."

"just talk with the lad would you? you might know him better than you think."

you could scowl just picturing the smug look miles probably had on his face right now.

"just talk to the girl malfoy, grow a pair!" it was now blaise's turn to speak to draco.

draco gulped nervously as his eyes met yours.

"um hi?" you said, but it came out more like a question.

"hi," draco croaked back.

"why did blaise lock you in here?" you asked curiosuly.

it was now or never draco thought to himself.

"um...well...i'm mystery boy."

"oh?" your mouth dropped open, "oh." you let the newfound information sink in.

"yea, oh." draco let out a tight lipped smile, disappointed with your reaction. to be honest, he had been expecting you to jump into his arms and litter him with kisses.

your face blushed pink, heat rising to your cheeks, "thank you for the fudge flies," you attempted to ease the tension.

"your welcome, i thought you would've figured out who i was when i bumped into you at honeydukes."

"i'm sorry, i'm a tad bit dense sometimes when it comes to things like this." you tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

"it's okay, you probably have a lot going through that pretty little mind of yours..." draco's face softened as he noticed your rosy cheeks, "i mean not that i don't find your face pretty, your face is very pretty too, your mind as well. oh nelly, i'm just embarrassing myself aren't i?"

you let out a light laugh. oh that damn laugh that made draco's stomach do flips.

confidence soared through your veins at draco's compliment and before you could think about it, the question left your lips with ease, "um, would you like to study some time? just you and me?"

hearing that, draco could have jumped in excitement, but he decided he would keep his cool so as to not scare you off.

"i'd love that," he beamed brightly.

you tiptoed and placed a light peck on his cheek.

you heard the door unlocked and the gears in your head starting moving.

"now what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" draco asked.

you cheesed at him and placed your finger on your lips, asking him to remain silent.

you reached forward and suddenly jerked the door open. blaise and miles, who had been leaning their ears against the door to hear you two, fell face flat on the floor.

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demonslayedher · 2 years

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In Kimetsu Gakuen, is there any basis as to why each Hashira teaches their respective class? Like why Giyu is the PE teacher, while Rengoku is the history teacher, and Sanemi is the math teacher.

Rather than linking their respective subjects to skills or passions they show in the series, I think some of it may had been chosen based on what feels applicable, or in the reverse, a role needed to be filled and someone was chosen. Honestly I need to go to bed soon so instead of looking up every Kimetsu Gakuen role, let's see how far my brain cells dedicated to remembering KnY trivia takes me~~ (ﾉ´ω`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ (Throw things at me if I'm wrong. Soft things, please.)

Rengoku-san: A good! History! Teacher!! Takes!! PASSION!!!!!! And he's a very successful teacher because he's so passionate about!! History!!! Glorious!! Battles! Worth! Reenacting! In canon, when he info dumps at Tanjiro about the origins of different Breaths, this makes me think he does take a keen interest in the Demon Slayer's proud history. With how well the Rengoku-clan retains their ancestors' teachings and writings (Rengoku-san has studied the sword manuals, but does not seem to have read the diary Shinjuro was always mulling over), I think it may have been instilled in him from a young age.

Giyuu: He's not necessarily more physically fit or a better trainer than other Pillar characters, I think this is just playing on a subtle stereotype that gym teachers can be overly harsh and aren't always liked because of that. (Very wide generalization, I don't feel it's that strong of a stereotype.)

Sanemi: Besides there being no reason to think he wouldn't be good at math, I think this stems more from the school setting conflict it creates between him and Genya. Without the tension of Genya's life on the line and Sanemi belittling him to try to make him quit the Corp, you can get the same gut-wrenching tension from an impatient mathy parents or older sibling doing their best to help a kid with math anxiety. It often just makes everyone feel horrible.

Kanae as the biology teacher: The chemistry teacher role was taken by Iguro because he looks good in a lab coat. Kanae's parents were pharmacists so she's got the health-oriented science background. Plus, biology includes botany. Do not know where the use of magic talismans came from, but I am all for it. Shinobu as a student: I keep forgetting how young she is. Let her be a teacher. Let her try to be hiding her age all the time and letting people assume she's older.

Mitsuri: Again, for age reasons, she gets to be a college student. It's funny that in this AU she's Tengen's protege instead of Rengoku's. Tengen: Art? Not music? Okay, sure, fine, Kyogai took that role and I am totally fine with this because I love Kyogai. Tengen works well with something self-expressive. I find his hoodie look hilarious. Himejima: Home room teacher, and... uh... what he anything else??? Anyway, yes, put him in a position to be a primary caretaker for a big group of needy children. Tokito Twins: Shogi champs. Yes. Excellent. Geniuses. Let them be geniuses as something war-inspired. Rock Band Brother Sister Duo Gyutaro & Daki: The modern music scene is full of unsightly stuff they'd have encountered in their upbringing, which makes people in that world seem a little scary if you're looking in from the outside, but there's still a glamorous side to it that people admire Kamado family: carefully tending the natural ingredients, tending the fire, making sure to warm the community with a daily necessity. BREAD. Go ahead, Haganezuka, give him a bread-themed sword. And Nezuko's French Bread spin on the classic shoujo-heroine-who-slept-in-and-goes-to-school-with-bread-in-her-mouth trope? Yes, excellent, love it, you keep it up, girl.

Inosuke, raised by boars, old lady foster mother who pretends everything is fine. Inosuke needs these good calm old-people influences in his life. Really sad that Kotoha and Tanjuro are still dead in an otherwise happy AU. Glad that Hisa seems to enjoy having him around despite all the media attention. It's fun to see so much of Inosuke's wild expressions instead of having them be covered by the boar head.

Zenitsu: I think this role was written for him purely for the sake of writing jokes at his expense. I haven't been following the new/extra Kimetsu Gakuen content because I don't think most of the jokes about him being his worst are funny, but I do find his failures when he's actually trying to do his job quite hilarious. He's like the straight man in a circus. A circus of caffeinated monkeys.

Girls: Flower arranging. Are they all in flower arranging? At least Kanao is. I like the illustration of her arranging a fall display for the harvest moon, but that illustration came out long after she appeared in the Kimetsu Gakuen AU. This therefore does not answer Anon's original question whatsoever. I've taken Anon's initial question and slapped my fingers across the keyboard to run away with it. /I/ am the caffeinated monkey around here.

Ozaki-san plays spots, doesn't she? Good for her. A good healthy hobby for a good alive background character. Good for you, Ozaki. May you never ever ever need to touch a sword in this happy as ever AU. Murata, I'm sorry you're not popular. That must feel just as bad in a school setting as being only okay with a sword must feel in a life-or-death setting. Susa Maru-chan, focus your energy on spots. That is a constructive use of your bent up energy. I'll bet she'd be gotten an ADHD diagnosis when she was little. Yahaba and tofu, right? Ok. I like tofu. Point the way, Yahaba, I shall try your family's tofu. To-fu-to-fu-to-fu-to-fu--IS TOFU GONNA BE ON MY NERD TEST!!!??? OH MY GOODNESS, IT REALLY MIGHT, SUDDENLY I MUST KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YUDOFU AND YUBA, time to make like the walls of an art room and explode my way outta here

#KnY silliness #if this even fits that tag #Kimetsu Gakuen #do I even have that tag?

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99zmist · 3 years

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07:10 — choi san.

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

au: college!au, roommates!au (fine arts student!san & medical student!reader)

wordcount: 2.2k

notes: this is a little something i wrote for my best friend, sieghrae, where she gave me prompts from this list. i decided to just post this on tumblr because this is the first fic i wrote after my terrible writer's block, and i'm pretty proud of my writing here so :3

just a little side note, this unedited and doesn't have much of a concrete plot but go ahead if you'd want to read! i'll appreciate it ♡

genre: fluff — this is just honestly the characters' emotions being focused on, fluff, comforting the other, fluff, being whipped for each other, and even more fluff. just fluffy san and fluffy reader.

oh and there's mentions of another minor character that's san's sister. but nothing important.

enjoy reading!

having choi san as your roommate was either a grace or a sin.

you both shared an apartment near seoul university where you’re taking up your third year in medical technology and he’s in his 4th year of fine arts. you weren’t particularly close with him, but he was your best friend’s older brother and lia was kind enough to let you move in their family-owned apartment for the time-being while you search for other apartments to rent in. (not that she minded anyways, she loved having you around.)

in a logical sense, lia and san were living together but lia was barely home for you to conclude that the two of you were more considered as roommates than the siblings themselves. unlike you and her brother, she was in Yongin most of the time because she moved to Dankook University when she failed her medical-surgical nursing subject last semester at SNU.

san, on most days, actually chose to ignore you. you weren’t sure why, and it wasn’t like this actually bothered you—but you just hoped to at least have one decent chat with him knowing he was lia’s brother and you were technically under the same roof as him. although, as if there was actually time for you to talk anyways. you were too busy cooped up inside your room studying for whatever upcoming tests you had, and if he wasn’t reviewing for his tests, he’d have his group of friends over in the living room for drinking sessions or playing video games.

the moments you consider where he’d be a pain in the ass are those times where you’d be cleaning the mess after wooyoung and the other boys leave. yunho, being the good boy that he was, would push his drunk friends out of the door while muttering his apologies to you for the trouble. he’d tell you he can help clean up, but you’d reject his offer by giving him a small smile and tell him you can handle it. once they leave, you’d continue to clean up the alcohol-filled aroma living room where san’s already passed out drunk on the couch, or he’d just be heavily asleep due to tiredness.

you’d pick up the bottles scattered on the floor, arrange the furniture and curtains because god knows what the 99z have been doing for them to rowdy up a place like this. eventually, you’d find yourself bringing a clean blanket and tuck san in while he sleeps on the couch. he’d shift slightly upon feeling your movement, and you’d stare at him, frozen on the spot while praying to the eternal beings above for him not to suddenly open his eyes and make a scene where you’d want to dig up a hole and bury yourself alive.

however, there would be times where his actions would surprise you. that one time you were locked up in your room studying—(yes, again, it was no surprise considering that you were in med school)—for your midterms that you forgot eating your breakfast and lunch. when you walked out of your room at past 4 in the afternoon, the apartment was quiet and the silence was enough to tell you that san was out.

what caught you off guard the moment you walked in the mini kitchen, though, was the cooked food on the table neatly placed for you to eat—and the note beside it.

eat up, the note said. that big brain of yours wouldn’t be put to good use if you’ve got an empty stomach.

you’d find yourself smiling softly at that, and that lingering feeling would remain fluttering in your chest while you ate.

while sitting there, you found yourself thinking that maybe the two of you did care for each other even in the subtlest ways. it wasn’t always the grand gestures; you didn’t need to be talking every minute of the day to see that san appreciated you, but it was the gentle gazes every time one of you comes home, it was the soft “good mornings” and “good nights” when passing by each other in the hall, it was cooking the other person food when they were busy, it was san’s glares at his friends when they try to shoot their shot at you—and it was tucking him in every time he falls asleep on the couch.

maybe being with him wasn’t so bad afterall.

when nighttime came and your thoughts were gathered, you heard the main door opening and closing afterwards. this time, unlike before, you felt your heart jump and stomach churn.

what the fuck, you thought to yourself, why am i like this?

but san was home after a long day, and this was the first time you were actually relieved and filled with excitement that he was. you push your books aside and get up from your bed, before making your way outside your room quietly. from there, you see san placing his backpack down on the couch before running his hands through his newly dyed hair. this caught you in surprise, eyes widening slightly in awe and you couldn’t stop yourself from approaching him.

“that color suits you.” the words roll off your tongue smoothly, and you try to stop your cheeks from burning when he turns his head to where you stood. he doesn’t answer for a few moments, making your palms sweat slightly as your mind blares out alarms that you were making a fool out of yourself.

shit, shit, shit—

“thanks,” san says, a small smile tugging at the end of his lips. you feel your panicking insides deflate in relief at his response. he glances back at the mirror hanging on the wall, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looks over at his pink hair. “isn’t it too bright?”

“it will be too bright for the dean,” you remark, making him laugh. fuck. you chuckle, “no, i’m being serious. she might try to shave your head off.”

san snorts, rolling his eyes. “i’m an arts student. this—” he gestures, turning to you and pointing at his hair. “—is art.”

“go try telling her that,” you giggle. san smiles at you again, and it lingers for a while before you clear your throat and point towards the kitchen. “have you eaten dinner? i can cook for you if you haven’t yet.”

“oh, that’s fine! i already ate with the rest of the boys,” he politely declines your offer, and you nod your head. it didn’t take long until his gaze softened, before speaking up. “what about you? did you eat already?”

there was a tinge of hesitancy flashing in your eyes for a moment, weighing your options if you’d just tell him you already did for you to stop bothering him, or tell him that you haven’t yet but you were about to cook so he shouldn't worry.

san was quick to figure out the answer though, as he placed his hands on your shoulders—startling you to the core. he then gives you a dimpled-smile, making you weak to your knees.

“y/n.”

you were shaken at the way he says your name.

jesus christ—he’s so pretty. he always has been.

“i’m too burned out to cook for you,” san continues, but before you can protest that it was alright, he cuts you off. “but, we can just order online. i’m sure that thai restaurant nearby could offer you a much delicious meal. what do you think?”

you smile back at him this time, nodding slightly. “yeah, sure.”

this was actually the first proper conversation you had with san, and the way he talked to you comfortably immediately shut down every negative thing you thought about him in the past. back then, you always thought he was too rowdy especially if he was with the rest of the 99z; you thought he was too intimidating and that he fit that asshole ‘brother’s best friend’ persona you see in those cliches. obviously, you were wrong to think about him like that, but it’s all disregarded now.

the two of you sit on the couch chatting endlessly about college while waiting for the food to arrive. the sparkle in san’s eyes as he talked about his excitement and passion for arts—mainly singing and dancing—was so breathtaking and adorable that you couldn’t hide that goofy smile on your face while listening to him. he mentions how he wanted to debut as an idol after he graduates college, but he takes it back with a shy gaze, telling you he sounded ‘childish’.

“you didn’t sound childish at all,” you’d say, leaning against the couch while keeping your gaze at him still. “no one talking about their dreams is childish.”

san smiles at that, and the blush that was creeping on his cheeks were about the same tint of pink that was on his hair.

“thanks, y/n,” he says. “what about you? you still have 1 year left to go in med school. what are your plans?”

“at the moment i just want to finish the semester,” you say bluntly, a bit of humor rolling at the ends of your tongue making him chuckle. “but if all things go well—in which i’m hoping it would—i’ll proceed with general medicine.”

“that’s actually nice. the world needs a lot of good doctors like you.”

you let out a humorless laugh, sinking deeper into the armrest of the couch as you huff out a breath—and your feelings come crashing down on you all at once, and you were so over flooded with emotions that you can’t help but blink your tears away before turning to the side.

“that’s kind of tough to think,” you blurt out, san still being oblivious to your propensity. “everything’s just so hard right now. i keep studying my ass off for these tests and i still fail most of them,” your emotions were now harder to suppress, and san could finally notice the way your voice shook with audible fear and anxiety. “—i’m just trying to make it out okay.”

“hey,” san reaches forward and holds your arm gently, before pulling you back up to face him. he gently brushes some of your hair back, smiling at you softly. “listen, it’s okay to feel that way, but you shouldn’t let it push you down. you’ve got a long way to go and i know you have so much potential. you can do this. if it all gets too tough, you can always seek comfort from the people around you. i’m sure my sister would love to keep you company,” he advises. “or, you can even talk to me.”

you sniffle slightly, and you suddenly felt a tinge of embarrassment when you realized you were practically opening up to choi san—your best friend’s brother, your roommate for almost a year. you rub your eye slightly, and san notices your tear-stained glasses. he reaches forward slightly, doing his best not to startle you, before taking your glasses off so he can wipe off the tear-stains.

this startles you, but it startles him more when he looks back up and sees you. you didn’t look any different when you wore glasses, but the way your eyes shone and lashes curled seemed to be more evident now than before, and god—were you breath-taking and beautiful in his eyes. he didn’t mind the dark circles under your eyes due to the excessive studying and all-nighters, nor did he mind the imperfections like the acne scars on some sides of your cheeks.

it didn’t matter to him, because all he saw was you as a whole.

“thank you, san,” your voice snaps him back to reality, and he blinks slightly—dumbfounded that he had been staring for quite awhile. “thank you for listening… and for the advice.”

“of course,” he says softly. “i never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.”

this sets off a certain blaze within you, and you move so swiftly that the next thing you knew was the feelings of your lips against his. it startles him, but he responded so quickly that the two of you were kissing. you had one hand on his cheek and the other at the back of his neck, pulling him closely to you as if you didn’t want to let go. san chuckles lightly between your lips, hands on your waist as he guides you into straddling his lap for a more comfortable position. there was a certain passion into the kiss—mixed with longing, want, and desire as both your eyes fluttered shut. san’s lips were soft against yours, and you could smell his intoxicating cologne as you breathe in. he nibbles on your bottom lip slightly, making you let out a small whine. he smirks, but continues to kiss you so fervently, his larger hands finding its way to cup your cheeks.

the kiss, however, was interrupted when your doorbell rings. san was the first to pull away, breathless and lips swollen before pressing his forehead against yours.

“must be the food we ordered,” you stated. “go get it.”

“or my sister.” san replies, earning a light slap on the arm as you stare at him, horrified when the realization dawns to you that you kissed her brother. he laughs loudly, leaving a quick kiss on your lips before standing up to get the door. “relax, baby.”

he makes his way to open the door and it was indeed the delivery guy with your food. san pays and thanks him politely, before closing it back as he makes his way to you.

while you were helping him take the food out from the paper bags, you couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you looked back at him.

“this was certainly not on my plans this friday night.”

— © 99zmist.

#san au #ateez san au #ateez au #ateez fluff #san fluff #just them kissing and being cute #san x reader #ateez x reader #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #99z liner #ateez imagine #san imagines #ateez

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writing-blog-iguess · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons about the insecurities fic you wrote about? I can't help but headcanon a lot, like:

both Harley & Ivy enjoys watching reader finishing her food, they also call her their mom since reader has been making them food since their first meet (Harley loves her egg sandwich, while Ivy was the baked potatoes bread)

Alfred always bakes matcha swiss roll with red bean paste or pastries that's easy too shallow with reader (so that she could shallow without feeling like choking and needs to drink a lot of water) whenever she stops by and keeps giving him hugs which he gladly return it everytime, the Alferd&Y/N's hug, is what everyone comments it

Dicks showing pictures he took of seven years old (a journey of Y/N's growing he calls) and then reader to all his teammates and the league as soon as he learnt the engagement's finally announce 'Look at this! Can't you imagine?! She's my little sister! This is when she seven years old! It's very heartwarming right blah blah blah... " and that's how the other superheros and older Teen Titans and Barbara knows how much Dick adore his future little sister-in-law who's s cinnamon roll

Sassy and baddass way to talk for so people won't dare mess up with her confidence (Jason help her built up, after he met her and quick into adoption of her, siblings!) Not that he would ever admit, Jason will sent glares to whoever who diss Y/N's like to children picture books (for example, The Guardians of Childhood aka inspiration of Rise of the Guardians movie) come on, his little sister had great taste in books!

Tim forbid her drinking coffee when they first met and even after (since he nearly caused a seven-years-old gone missing in the manor after the reader can't fall asleep decided to have a exploration situation) but will make it for her sometimes later after she used to it, made account for art websites she wants to register that so she can admire arts but underage back when childhoods, so he used it under his own only name (defiantly annoymus, and no, it's not illegal website) and every then and how

Makeover and dress-up with Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra after they learnt of her (which they give Damian few lessons of 'how to treat the girl you like' with Dick who's extremely enjoy it, Jason and Tim who's enjoy the show all day), in the end, all heads to movie since it's sister bond time and apparently, the ideas of XL caramel popcorns and coke are the best choice!

Bruce pat or ruffle her hair softly everytime they met, a habit since the day he had ten years ago when she's seven, a touch of 'my daughter is growing up' feel will seldom appears in his heart

Damian from straightly ingored to slowly falls in love with reader after everytime he saw her sincere smile whenever she enjoyed Alfred's food heartily (like this, but a more faintly heartwarming one haha, at the very last pic, not sure if you could see it, so here's another link you could try out☺☺ )

Innocent, 'naive girl playing tough' charm whenever she and Damian together alone (first kiss, cuddling, hair massaging, teasing, which he finds not annoying because it's how really she is, and he enjoys keep on trailing and turn on her wildness)

How reader slowly felt left out though it didn't really occur me, just the thought of Batfam night activity and how we're isolating from each other slowly and inoccasionally when growing up just made me feel that way, you know, the feelings of it's not the same like it used to anymore😞😞

And once again, thank you so much for accepting my request at the beginning, I've been having this thought in my mind but I just couldn't write it, I'm so glad you accepted it and it's totally the way I want☺☺ (And about part 2 Talia which you accepted it too, I hope my words didn't scare you out lol... I'm too exciting that day...) Hope you have a very good day ahead, author!

Tumblr really needs to let me know when I have something in my inbox, I swear.

Of course! I loved writing it, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. No, your words didn’t scare me lol, I’m just outlining part 2 and I hope you love it just as much. With that said, and you don’t mind the wait, send in your ideas! I love reading them.

Okay, onto the headcanons! I love these! I put mine under the readmore, there's a bit;

Y/N didn’t have the best home life. Like I’m not saying abusive, just her parents neglected her a little. And it didn’t help that her whole life was planned for. So when she met Harley and Ivy, they basically went, you’re mine now no take backsies. And y/n just rolls with it, because through them, she finds out what it feels to be loved by someone who cares about you. This of course, she keeps from her parents and the day she turned eighteen, she moved out and it was a lot easier to hang out with those two.

Ever since knowing Harley and Ivy, y/n’s been slowly getting out of her shell. When she starts to hang out with Jason, she becomes more confident. She has Jason wrapped around her finger without even knowing

The girls love her, everyone loves her and Damian’s just, why

She loves cooking, and she even swaps recipes with Alfred. (even from the beginning of the whole arrangement) she became fast friends with Alfred first before everyone else.

y/n has known Damian since his first day of school. But I’m not going to lie, y/n was kind of scared Damian.

She got so offended when Tim took away her coffee when she wanted to try it. And when she became a regular coffee drinker, they would talk about different coffees they had tried and compare notes.

When the arranged marriage was first brought up in conversation, there was a lot of protests. Especially from Dick and Damian, but Bruce just shrugged saying that it was a good match. And if they don’t get married in the end, than that’s fine. Everyone was very confused but stopped bringing it up

They have theories though about the whole thing, the most popular one in the manor is that Bruce is looking for the next Robin when Damian hangs up the Robin cape to be someone else

When Bruce announced that, everyone did their own research about y/n. Everyone but Damian agreed but she must be protected, though it kind of blows up when they kind of cast her aside when she started hanging out with them at the manor, (but that’s not until later)

She and Damian have lunch together everyday at school, much to Damian’s displeasure. And he’s mean to her at the beginning, ignoring her and whatnot. She doesn’t do anything cuz she hates this setup just as much

But slowly, she starts to catch feels but keeps it to herself.

As you said, Damian takes longer to fall in love with her. And its one of those moments when she looks at peace within his family and it just hits him like ‘oh. Oh no I’m in love and I can’t tell anyone this’ and he doesn’t. So up until they confess to each other, their just pinning after each other and people who aren’t family sees that their in love but no know says anything

However, they do get more cuddly when they’re alone. Like, they don’t kiss or anything. But when they have movie nights, y/n’s curled up on the end of the couch with Damian’s head on her lap. And she’s always plays with his hair, of runs her fingers through it and Damian has discovered that it feels nice and helps him to de-stress

She knows when he’s stressed about something, so her just pats her lap and he grumbles about it but is secretly happy (they have been caught on multiple occasions by his brothers and they chooses to ignore them

She’s been so use to feeling alone, that being with people who care feels foreign to her

When she starts to feel like she’s alone again, she doesn’t see it until it’s too late

It starts off slowly, the fam is to busy with missions and saving the world that they kind of forget they she doesn’t know, and when she comes over, their not there or just brushes her off when she is. And she’s tried to talk to them, cuz she’s spend years being a part of their family but then one day it stopped.

But they just brush her off and she’s reminded about her parents so she stops pushing and then altogether stops going to the manor.

No one really realizes at first, only Alfred, and when they do, y/n had already broken off the engagement.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x fem!reader #batman #arranged marriage au #headcanons #robin #damian wanye #i answered a thing #anonymous

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xonepeacelovex · 4 years

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baby, i'm bad news

bad news

Seo Changbin

Getting in a relationship with him will only end in one way, heartbreak. There are many things you’ve prepared yourself when you started dating Changbin. The first one was the public not accepting your relationship especially you are a non-celebrity. Until now your relationship with him is a secret except for your family and his members.

The second thing was his schedule. Something you both don't have a control over. It was never really a problem for you at first. What do you expect? He’s an artist. His job is to perform around the world. You also strongly believe that is his purpose in life, to write music and share it in which he is doing a good job.

Seo Changbin

Your family adores him even though you are not quite sure for your brother and father. They are both not vocal on hating him but they are both protective for the rare moments Changbin comes over to your house.

Whenever that happens, your mother will make sure to cook something special. “Eat up Changbin. Don't be shy.”, saying it with motherly smile. Cooking a feast for your boyfriend that sometimes made you question who is really her own child. You are convince that she adores Changbin more than you. Eager for you and Changbin to get married. Slipping the topic of marriage during the sumptuous dinner. In which, every time, you whined at her to stop while Changbin laughs at how cute you are.

Your father though, he is a quiet man but whenever Changbin takes you home. He always makes sure your bedroom door is open, suspicious of you two. Volunteering to bring the fruits your mother prepared for Changbin so he can enter your bedroom. Lingering eyes on Changbin before exiting your bedroom, making Changbin nervous. You’ll always laugh at Changbin, teasing him.

You are always the unattractive sibling compared to your siblings. You were never worried about relationships, more focused on achieving your goals. Being the second child, you thrive on the things where your older sister aren’t good which are academics and arts. While your younger brother, is also a heartthrob and you know he broke too much hearts in this lifetime. Always joking he’ll probably suffer in his next lifetime.

For that reason, your sister didn’t take the news of you dating the Seo Changbin seriously until one day when he took you home. “I thought you are joking.”, in which you just rolled your eyes. From then on, whenever Changbin comes over, she’ll ask him if he has any friends to introduce to her.

On the other hand, your younger brother is still convincing you to break up with him. “He’ll end up breaking your heart.”, he said to you after you bid goodbye to Changbin one time. “And why?”, you asked irritated at him, entering your house. “Because...”, thinking the reasons Changbin is a bad news. When he can't think of any reasons or more like he can’t say the reasons, you left him there, entering your bedroom. You sigh, plopping down on your bed. Seriously, this family.

Changbin: I have a good time with your family.

You smile while reading his text message.

You: I thought they scared you enough to break up with me.

Changbin: Don’t say that. I’ll never break up with you.

You: I’ll screenshot this to use against you when the time comes.

Changbin: You’ll never use that though.

You: Your way too good with words.

Changbin: I’ll be flying for the world tour tomorrow night. I miss you already.

You: I miss you too.

Seo Changbin

The man you are watching from afar. The way he performs on the stage, you can feel his love for this job. You are indeed right when you said to him that the stage is his home. He shines more when he’s performing with Stray Kids. You can’t help but to tear up as you watch him. He is only going up from now on. You feel kinda bad for yourself. You are still indecisive if being a doctor is really your purpose for this life. That night, as you watch your boyfriend performs, you kinda wish you’ve realised your dream sooner.

When the concert ends, you excitedly went to the backstage, eager to congratulate him and the boys of their successful concert. Your clammy hands holding the bouquet of flowers, you waited for him at the sidelines. He’s extremely busy taking photos with the guests that you waited for hours.

He was ready to go home when he was informed that you are waiting for him by their manager. You can’t blame their manager because you knew concert is a lot hectic than any other events, thinking that probably he forgot to tell Changbin. With a head hanging low, ready to go home, you left the bouquet at the bench. When he arrived at the bench where you are waiting, he saw a bouquet of his favourite flowers. He immediately looked at his dead phone. Frustrated that he can't call you either.

With a heavy heart, he went home to pack again, this time for the US tour.

Seo Changbin

Calling. Your phone lights up with his name on the screen. All the sadness you felt earlier disappeared immediately after seeing his name. You answered it with a happy but groggy tone, “Hey.”. “Hi. Did I wake you up?”, he asked you, worry in his voice. “I’m about to sleep but that’s okay.”, you answered him honestly. “Sorry.”, disappointment can be heard on his voice that it made your stomach churned. Smiling even though he can’t see you, you understand him. “It’s fine. Congratulations for the successful concert. My boyfriend looks cool on stage.” you joked to lighten up the mood.

When he said that the word ‘Sorry’ for the first time you knew it will never be his last one. Changbin knew that also.

Seo Changbin

The inevitable happened too soon.

The first thing he did when the plane landed on Korea was to call you. After months of not seeing each other, you feel happy and excited. A few minutes of talking over the phone because of time difference is no longer a problem. You have many things to tell him. The first one will be, you are finally decided to take the path of medicine. The months he is in abroad you are busying yourself with studying for the entrance exam of a prestigious medicine school. Today, you received an email that you passed the exam. You wanted Changbin to be the first one to hear the good news.

You both agreed to meet in the cafe you first met.

Changbin was sitting quietly, looking outside the cafe. The table doesn't have any drinks on it. You knew that moment that this supposed date will be last the one.

“I think we should stop before it gets deep.”, he said calmly as he can, confirming your intuition. “I don't want to break your heart.”, looking at your eyes, a glint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m no good for you. Baby, I’m bad news.”

Seo Changbin

The last thing you prepared yourself when you started dating Changbin was the break up. Though you entered this relationship hoping that Changbin will be the first and last, the one you’ll marry someday, your end game. Holding on his words that the situation you are both facing right now will never happen. Now that those words crossed your mind, he never promised anything. Those words you thought were never a promise to begin with. Lucky him. You can’t hold it against him. He knew from the start he can’t keep a promise.

After collecting your thoughts, you nodded at him. Finally, ready to say something. “But you know what Changbin?”, you asked him a rhetorical question. “I’ve prepared myself for this heart break right from the start because I’ve realized sooner that heart breaks are part of loving you.”. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you though for being a part of my life, Seo Changbin.”, standing up and leaving the cafe before the tears leave your eyes.

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ok a few questions about the ot4 kids!

What is the birth order? which sibling do each of them like the most? Are there any sibling rivalries? Who's each one's birth parents (sorry if this question is offensive, i realize all 4 are their parents, but i'm curious who inherited what from whom)

and lastly do they have nicknames? :D

asdfhaksk Thank you for the ask! I only didn't Really specify some of these things since they're included in stuff on my ao3 and I worry about boring people by being repetitive, but I'm So Happy to talk about them.

But uh. I also can't shut up, so here's another cut. (Extremely long, you have been warned)

So. Lorenz and Hilda have been married for 7 years by the time they start becoming romantically entangled with Fae and Claude (then married for some months, nearly a year). Hilda and Lorenz already have Halvard (the eldest) (nickname Hal) and Lorencia (nickname Lori) by then. Fae and Claude have their twins next, Nader and Geralt.

I debated for a long time after this about whether the next child I wrote would have Claude and Hilda as bio parents. At the time, I was still relatively alone in polyshipping in this fandom, and I was too afraid to follow through. I was picturing what people would say in-universe and to me specifically when I was already liberally using the block button for other nonsense; but there's someone who ships byleth x claude x lorenz x hilda making art in the Lorenz zine of them and all their fankids and it's SO FUCKING CUTE. I don't regret my family interpretations, but I am envious that they have that.

Anyway! After the twins, Fae and Claude conceive again, Sadaf, and as I've given Fae the capability to tell relatively early if they're pregnant (Byleth / My Unit having no heartbeat. I've written Fae as being shocked and Aware when suddenly they have one), when Fae and Claude tell Lorenz and Hilda, they readily conspire to have another child, to bring their families closer together, assuming having children so close in age would have some effect on this, similar milestones and just the means and desire for this sort of love. Also, I just picture Lorenz as the sort of only child who wants a larger family. So that's Baldovin (bullied with the nickname Baldy, until Sadaf starts calling him Vinnie).

Ten years younger than Fae and Claude's twins, they conceive Simon. He's unplanned, and Fae's 46 by then. He's a little sickly as a child. Spinal problems through life. And the only one of the kids in post-canon who grows up with four parents. When he's 11 years old Halvard is 27, and taking over as head of house Gloucester so that Lorenz is being (forcibly, but he's fine) retired to the palace in Derdriu as Advisor to the Crown; Hilda's held a title at the court in Derdriu for far longer than this though, because in her and Lorenz's paired ending it talks about her setting up trade schools? Because of her crafting? But I like her illustrating Seteth's children books and being Aware of what Cyril went through and instead name her as Minister of Children and Youth Services, and having helped establish something like a school board; which is hilarious that we all want something like this — smiled BIG about this part of your big bang piece for Yuri.

All together the kids look like:

Halvard is about 3 years older than Lorencia.

Lorencia is about 3 years older than the twins.

The twins are about 2 years older than Sadaf.

Sadaf is about 2 months older than Baldovin.

Baldovin is about 7 years older than Simon.

I actually have a fic titled Headcanons and Extrapolations where chapter 2 is art of my fankids and chapter 4 is my timeline: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20658107

Three bullet points in this fic read:

When Halvard was twelve, he accidentally caught a glance of a stolen kiss between Claude and his father. When he approached him on it, Lorenz was at the same time grateful and resentful that he was alone to have to try and have this conversation with his son. He did a surprisingly good job of it. A few months later, Halvard approached the monarchs and his parents to say they should be less subtle about it. They crowded in on each other's space far more in the company of their children afterwards.

It’s not one conversation that the ot4 has with any of their children afterwards which attempts to explain the nature of their relationship, but rather several conversations over the course of their lives. By the time Simon is an adult, however, it’s barely even a conversation. He sort of has to come into himself raised by four parents, and the sight is no longer striking to the royal attendants or the people of Omoya.

There have been rumors about the Monarchs and their indiscretion and perceived promiscuity since before the birth of Sadaf. They never figured out how to address them, but when Lorenz and Hilda eventually moved into the palace in Derdriu, they finally took Halvard's advice, practically daring anyone to bring attention to the affection they shared (just casual pda, like hand holding, a chaste kiss goodbye, etc.).

Also uhhhhhhhhh Omoya is the name I gave to the allied lands of Fodlan and Almyra (and technically Brigid who joined their whole Thing like 13 years after the initial political mess).

Halvard is a little too old for rivalries with his younger siblings, so he tells himself; his time at the academy would have been Before them. I actually picture him having a rivalry with Ashe and Caspar's daughter, Keegan.

Lorencia would have been riddled with anxiety about going to the Academy, but by the time the twins are going at age 17, she's encouraged to join them. Nader and Geralt are more "partners in crime" than rivals, but their relationship would go through rough patches of aging and differences at the Academy, and Lorencia being more prepared than she thought she was would frustrate Nader who'd have a harder time with the studies that she'd excel at.

Sadaf and Vinnie are friends — they're siblings — who stand up for each other and goad each other on. And Vinnie finds a rivalry at their time at the Academy in Sylvain and Felix's adopted daughter, Elspeth.

Simon holds himself to too high of standards, being so much younger than the people he loves and looks up to. He wants to be Ready and Capable and is eager to prove himself. He grows out of it.

I'm not sure what you mean when you ask who has favorites. There are certainly siblings they get along more strongly with: the twins, Sadaf and Vinnie, Lorencia and Simon, Halvard and Lorencia. But I wouldn't say that any of them like one more than the other, either between them or from the perspective of their parents. aksdfkas

Also I didn't know where to fit this in there but like the rest of my oc's, my ot4 kids are bi unless stated otherwise: Geralt is a gay he/they.

Have some more kids from their setting. (I have given these kids far less thought. They don't have siblings, you just get to see a young and then Academy-age version of themselves.)

Keegan is Ashe and trans Caspar's daughter. She's a menace and keeps Halvard on his toes during their time at the Academy. Halvard is not as sheltered as Lorenz was, but he's still a little proper for Keegan's taste.

Dimitri is alive and well though the Kingdom has been dissolved and believes him to be deceased. He married Marianne under an assumed last name, and this is their son Blythe. He is polite and awkward and is at the Academy at the same time as Lorencia, Nader and Geralt.

Fernan is Mercedes and Dedue's son (t4t powercouple). He's soft spoken with a big smile and a bigger heart. He's also at the academy at the same time as Lorencia, Nader and Geralt. He and Geralt can have a little romance, as a treat.

Elspeth is Sylvain and trans Felix's adopted daughter and goes to the Academy at the same time as Sadaf and Vinnie. I figured between Sylvain, Miklan, Annette and Gilbert, red hair was a fair choice for a Faerghan. She's a Fraldarius (and in line to be a duchess). Because of recurring, I feel like this says a lot about her. asdkfjhgasdjkhfg

#long post #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #faedolyn #claude. hilda. mc. lorenz #ask to tag

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