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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years

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—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

Shouto Todoroki:

truth be told, shouto never wanted children

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die

Midoriya Izuku:

midoriya was born and bred to be a father

change my mind

i mean look at that face

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero

it just crushed izuku

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent

it was a difficult adjustment

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two

and izuku worked a lot

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by

it was tough, but deku was determined

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt

sero yelled at her in panic

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him

it was actually so scary

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

i love it ❤️

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #sero hanta #father!bnha #single!dad headcanons #can you tell how much i love this idea #i love when the bnha characters are happy <3 #also supriseeee shawtyy

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yunhofingers-writes · 3 years

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Stronger but not Strong Enough- Yeosang 1/2

Note♥︎- i hope your day was nice today ! tags are at the bottom

Genre♡︎- smut

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Pinning, pet names, masturbation, nipple piercings, sub! yeosang, scratching, oral (male) penetration, hickeys, dom ! fem-reader, mommy kink, and ab licking

Word count♡︎- 2.6k

❥- It has been a proven fact that Yeosang is the second strongest in the group, yet he doesn’t feel as though. He doesn’t have abs like Seonghwa or San and his muscle doesn’t look as swollen as Jongho’s. No matter how many times you reassured him that he looks good as he is, he just can’t believe it. He wants to do better, be better and most importantly feel better about himself. The thing is, he doesn’t know how to actually ask any of the members to come with him. He would go by himself but he doesn’t want to and he doesn’t really know how to start.

For the past days, he has been moping and frowning around the house when you came to visit. He knows that you’re worried for him, but he just can’t help it. He wants to feel more manlier.

Seonghwa being the person he is, he knew there was something wrong with Yeosang and he decided he was going to find out. He went to Yeosang’s house to see what was really up with him.

Yeosang was eating some fries when he heard the doorbell. He got up and opened the door to see Seonghwa standing outside. “Can I talk to you?” He asked and Yeosang nodded. Stepping in, taking his shoes off, and getting comfortable in the house, he dropped the question on him. “what’s been going on with you?” The grey haired man asked. This was his chance. Yeosang’s chance to explain to him what his problem was and ask him for the help he needed. “You can tell me, Yeosang.” He reassured.

Yeosang decided now or never. “Well...Uhm..what if i told you i want to go working out with you?” He says fastly, almost too fast, Seonghwa almost didn’t hear him.

Seonghwa blinked for a second trying to process what he said. “O-oh? Yeah of course, Yeosang. If you want, i’m going in the morning and i can start you off there?” He seemed excited? Yeosang smiled and nodded. “That’ll be great.”

Fucking finally, that boulder that was on his shoulder was off and he feels like he can breathe now.

Remember how he said he can breathe now? He lied. He completely lied.

He went to the gym with Seonghwa the next morning and he tried to literally murder him. obliterate him. Did he use that word right? He doesn’t even know, but he does know that Seonghwa was trying to kill him. He expected this shit from Jongho, not Seonghwa. Seonghwa had poor Yeosang lifting weights,doing squats, running the treadmill, and had the audacity to ask him to do the dance to ”Dazzling light” with him. His whole body is on fire and all he wanted to do was sit in a cold shower and call you to cry about his limbs that were literally burning.

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His struggles has been going on for at least 6 months now and honestly, he’s proud he hasn’t gave up yet. Turns out Jongho is actually way worse than Seonghwa and he’s just glad he got to get used to the feeling before Jongho decided to join them. He has definitely noticed some changes to his body. Not only has his arms gotten a little bigger, he definitely can see his 11 line in his belly.

Yeosang continues to look at his tummy in the mirror because wow, it looks really defined. He looks good, he looks fantastic, out of this word. He wonders how you’ll react when you see it. At that thought, he traced his lines on his stomach, letting his mind go loose. He just knows you’re going to like it

He hasn't talked to you in a while for at least 6 weeks and he’s been kind of...horny. He misses you very much, don’t get it twisted, but his mind is currently hazy and he’s just desperate right now. His legs moved just as fast as his mind, taking him to the bed.

He lays down, letting his hand rub on his half hard length, just like you do, His lip tucked between his teeth, a habit that is. He let his mind drift once again, thinking about what you’ll do when you found out he was touching himself. He felt so naughty doing this without permission and that thought alone riles him up more.

He palms at his crotch that is very noticeable at this moment, letting out small, pathetic whines. It’s like he can almost feel the way your walls are squeezing around him, your moans in his ear when he hits the right spots.

He whimpered even again, freeing his cock from the sweatpants. He can feel the way his cock jumped when he released it.

He looked down at his cock with a sigh.

Was he really about to disobey your words and get himself off at the mere thought of you fucking your self on him? Of course he was.

He gripped his cock with his hands, jolting when he squeezed it like you would. He let his eyes close and pumped his cock slowly , just like you would instruct him. “fuck- want to cum” He squeezed his eyes, pumping faster. He wants to release, no, he needs to release or he’s sure he’s going to pop. He thumbs at the slit as his other rub at his nipple. His breath hitched when he pinched his pierced nipple under the shirt. You told him to get them because they would make his nipples more sensitive and you were right. He squeezed his tip and wailed. “Please- ahh-“ He cried out to no one, thrusting his hips up into his hand, fucking into his hand as fast as he can.

He switched nipples, moving on the left nipple. He bit his lip harder, body tensing when he felt his balls tightened. “wanna cum- M’ gonna cum, mommy~” The blonde moans louder, practically screaming as his cum shoots up, some landing on his 11 line and some on his thigh. He let out a breath of relief and moved to clean himself up.

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Workouts have been getting harder but he definitely is seeing his 6 pack, so it’s worth the hard work. He’s been getting more confident than ever and he just feels powerful.

Has he called you? Yes he did. Has he told you about the event he did 7 weeks ago? Also yes. You haven’t really said anything about it though, just that he deserves it and he probably looked pretty. He smiled when you told him that, still suspicious, because you never let him get away with touching himself. ever.

He hasn’t told you about him working out yet, just that he’s going out with Seonghwa. He wants to wait until you finally get him out of his clothes or vice versa. He couldn’t wait until you finally get to see how hard he worked, how much effort he put into this.

He’s been feeling a bit powerful lately. His mouth has been running all day since he came over to your house with your roommate. Luckily, your roommate isn't here and he took that as a chance to talk shit to rile you up.

“Baby” Yeosang called out to you and you turned and looked at him. “I bet you can dom you.” You squinted your eyes at him and scoffed. “As if” Was your response. Even if you were in denial of the thought, you wouldn’t have minded him topping you.

“I can, baby. I’ll leave you shaking when I’m done” His voice darker, clearly laced with lust. You pinched at your thigh, the thought getting to you, almost.

“Cute. I see you grow muscles and can’t act.” You crossed your legs, chuckling when you saw his eyes grow wide like a puppy. “Thought I didn’t notice, baby?” You smirked at him and crossed your arms as well. Seeing that he wasn’t going to respond, you decided to keep going. “I will keep the dom thing in mind just to see how well you’ll do. Got to say, I am impressed that you thought because you got stronger that you can dom me.” You uncrossed your arms.

Yeosang didn’t know exactly how to feel in this situation. Embarrassed? turned-on? Flustered? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that you’re fucking sexy like this.

He wants to speak, but he can't. If he opened his mouth, he’ll be a stuttering mess and that is not what he wants..right now.

“Come here, kitten” You curved your index finger in a ‘come here’ motion and he scattered over there, sitting between your legs with both his hands on his thighs. “What a good boy you are, baby.” You pat his head twice, smiling when he beamed at your touch.

“Mommy, are you going to touch kitten?” He bat his eyelashes at you and you growled lightly.

“Upstairs and you better be fucking bare when i get there.” you licked your lips thinking of a good idea “matter of a fact, leave your boxers on, kitten.”Once he ran upstairs, you sipped your water with your legs crossed.

Giving him about another 20 seconds, spending it on telling your roommate not to come back for a while, you ran upstairs to see him lying on the bed, tip of his cock peeking out of his underwear,his cheeks were flushed red and oh? oh, fuck.. where the fuck did abs come from?. You felt yourself soaking your panties from the scene. “Kitten, shit-where’d the abs come from?” You had to close your eyes to keep from pounding on him.

“D-do you not like it?” His voice wavered

You opened your eyes, staring the poor man down like you would jump on him any minute. “i fucking love it, baby. One day i swear i’ll ride your abs” You softly chuckled when he laughed. “You don’t know how fucking hard it is to keep myself composed right now and you have my favorite jewelry color in your pretty nipples.” It was fun to see him squirm and lose control on his own body.

“Y-yes. They’re my favorite ones too” He was a mess. He just wants to be a good boy for you and do as you please like a good kitten. “p-please..do something.” He whined, biting his bottom lip.

“I will, kitten.” you strut over there, swaying your hips slightly towards him. Once you were in front of him, you turned around and bent over, slowly taking your shorts off with your panties right behind. You turned back around and sat on his hard on, directly on his hard on. The moan he let out was fucking delicious and you wanted more from him. “I got something for you, kitten” You smirked, rolling your hips in a circular motion, moaning when you felt his cock jump.

You got up, ignoring the boy’s whines and complaints, and went towards the desk getting a purple box. You gave him the box and he opened it, gasping once he saw what was inside. “put it on for mommy.” Your voice left no questions and he had none to ask anyway. He pulled the black and yellow cat ears on, placing them gently on his head.

You stepped back to get a good look at him. “You look so fuckable right now it is not even funny.” You shook your head and walked towards him again, his eyes piercing through your body. You got back on top of him, continuing your ministrations from earlier, loving the way he moaned out for you.

“Mommy, Kitten’s so hard right now. Kitten wants you now” He wailed and you ignored him, bending down to slowly kiss his nipples, your tongue peeking out licking his sensitive nipples. His back arched off the bed letting out a soft noise, hands in your hair. You lifted up to look at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Do tell who gave you permission to touch mommy?” You pinned his hand above his head, but moaned when he pushed up against you. “o-oh~”

You sat up and went between his legs. “I see you like that, kitten” You bit your index finger nail.

“i-i-h-h” He shakily sighed when he felt your tongue graze over his defined abs. “Mhm” His voice was sweet like honey. You continued to trace your tongue over his abs, sucking little hickeys on them. “More, please” He sounded so desperate and to say it was turning you on would be an understatement.

“Just because you’re begging me nicely, kitten” You licked his tip that was sticking out while pulling his briefs down completely. “You’re so fucking hard, kitten” You got the lube from under the bed. “Is it all for me, hm?”

Yeosang felt like he was about to cry right now. He can’t take this teasing any longer. It's too much, he just wants to release. “M-mommy, please do something. Kitten wants momm-uhh-“ He was about to beg again but felt your lips wrap around his cock. “s-so good, mommy” He couldn’t help the way his hips jumped, Your mouth was so warm around his cock. Just what he needed. He whine and felt tears prickle at the side of his eye when you pushed his hips down from moving. “Mommy- Your mouth feels so fuckimg good around me” He panted out still trying to move his hips.

You lifted up when you felt him violently twitch around you, making him cry from the loss of his orgasm. “stop crying, kitten, don’t you want to be inside of mommy?” You could tease him more, make him cry more, but his puppy eyes are making you soft. He nodded and you got up to get a condom. Once you got it, you rolled it on his cocky, squeezing his tip lightly.

You grabbed the vanilla scent lube and put some in your hand, rubbing it on his dick. “I’m going to give you what you deserve, kitten.” You lined yourself up before slowly dropping down on his cock.

The moment he was all the way inside, you began bouncing. You were already wet but the lube only made you ride him faster. Your hands are scratching his abs. His abs are a new addiction added to your collection and you’re not complaining. “Does my pussy feel good around your cock, kitten? Am i giving you what you begged me for” You moaned and bounced faster on his cock.

“Y-yes mommy~ You’re so tight around my cock.” You were bouncing so fast, his headband fell over his eyes.

You were scratching his stomach, leaving red marks over your hickeys. “Cum when you feel, baby.” You threw your head back with a long drawn out moan. You felt yourself getting closer as time grew. “You look so fucking perfect like this. I want to ruin you some more, kitten.” Your hands went back to fiddling with his nipples, groaning when he let out a hard gasp, hands flying to your waist. You grabbed his hands again, putting them back above his head, holding him down.

His eyes rolled back and he came inside the condom with you following along with a moan of his name. You rode him until you heard him whimper from overstimulation.

You got off of him, throwing the dirty sheets away. “Are you okay, baby?” You went to go lay back on top of him. He nodded and held you.

“Can we clean up when we wake up, please?” He gave you puppy eyes and you were sold. “We’re taking a long shower in the morning.” She nodded along and kissed your sweaty temple.

“Yeah, you definitely gotta dominate me now” you laughed when he gasped and cuddled deeper into his chest.

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topsytervy · 3 years

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The Right Time ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ finds the right time to tell you how he feels in his own JJ way.

This is Part 2 of Not The Right Time so if you haven't read Part 1, you can read it here.

Word Count: 2,819

Warnings: mentions of drinking, cheating, a non-descriptive fight, teensy bit of blood, small nod towards suicidal thoughts at the end, cliche and cheesy writing, swearing, poorly proofread so probably spelling and grammar mistakes, I think that's it.

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Ever since your breakup with Brett, JJ had been doing everything in his power to make sure you knew it had nothing to do with you and Brett just couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

It was hard for him to see you like that, all heart broken and sad, but at least he was able to see you. Kie, Pope, Sarah and John B had tried visiting multiple times during your post breakup hermit phase with little to no success.

A knock on the door sounded throughout the house as JJ finished preparing lunch for you two.

"Hold on!" He hollered, finishing up your sandwich before heading over to the door.

He opened it to reveal the other four members of your group.

"Hey." JJ greeted his friends.

"Can we see her today?" John B asked.

"I can ask but her 'social battery's low'. Her words, not mine." JJ sighed.

"It's just that it's hard for us to not see her, J."

JJ looked at Sarah. " At least you don't have to see her completely shattered everyday and have to sit and watch her eat three times a day to make sure she actually does eat."

Pope looked past JJ and saw the sandwiches on the table. "Can I sit with her today?"

JJ looked at Pope before nodding and gesturing towards your sandwich. "That one right there."

Pope smiled before grabbing the sandwich and knocking on your door, hearing a faint come in afterwards.

You looked to see Pope entering, a small smile on his face. "Hey. Heard about your low battery and I figured you'd want to see someone who's not JJ but not the whole peanut gallery."

You smiled lightly as you sat up. "Thanks, Pope. I love JJ but he can be a bit...overbearing sometimes."

"And this is one of those times." Pope nodded.

You sighed as Pope gave you your sandwich.

"He's just concerned about you. We all are."

"l know."

"How about I tell you about some books I've been reading?"

"I'd like that Pope." You smiled as you bit into your food.

It's not that JJ was bad at comforting or anything like that. In fact, ever since you were a kid, you always went to him for comfort when you were upset. It's just that JJ always seemed to want to rush your mourning period.

JJ didn't like seeing you sad so the less time you spent crying and moping, the better for him.

"Morning, Y/N/N." JJ smiled lightly as he drew back your curtains.

"J, get out." You mumbled into your pillow.

"You gotta get up, sweetheart." JJ practically sang, walking over to your bed and grabbing the comforter.

Your grip immediately tightened. "Don't J."

"I know it's only been a week but come on Y/N. Let in some sun. If not for you, do it for your children." He nodded towards your plants as he laid down next to you.

"I can't get up." You told him.

"Sure you can. You're a bad bitch who isn't going to let this break her. I'm not going to allow you to bury yourself in work and hole yourself up in your room forever just because some dumbass doesn't realize when he's got the greatest girl to ever walk the earth."

You stared at the blonde next to you. "JJ. I can't get up cause you're in here and I'm only in my underwear.

JJ rolled his eyes. "Y/N, all due respect, that's no excuse cause I've seen you naked many times before. the time you broke your ankle in the shower being the main one cause I had to help you in and out of the shower multiple times."

You blushed at his words before shoving him. "Just get out."

JJ did as you requested but not before tossing you some clothes.

So when a few months had passed and you seemed to be back to pre-breakup Y/N, JJ was happy to hear Kie mention a party.

Everyone looked at you and you shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

JJ, John B and Pope all exchanged smiles as Sarah and Kie pulled you up from your seat, saying something about making you so hot that the sun would quit and you'd have to take over the job of keeping the earth warm.

JJ watched as you left, sighing as he let his head fall against the back of the couch.

John B looked at his best friend. "Don't be a helicopter JJ tonight."

A look of confusion found its way onto JJ's face. "Helicopter JJ? What the fuck does that mean?"

Pope sighed. "It's like a helicopter parent except you. You tend to hover over Y/N/N at parties and get a bit...protective at times."

"I do that with Kie and Sarah too." JJ scoffed.

"Not really." The boys responded.

"You don't follow Kie's movements as much as Y/N's." Pope started.

"You certainly don't freak out as much when you lose Sarah or Kie but you almost had a panic attack when you lost Y/N that one time at the store and literally had someone page her." John B added.

"You hide some of Y/N/N's clothes when we're going out because you don't like the chance of her wearing something that could cause a guy to like her and cause you to lose your chance with her."

"I once saw you shield her eyes at prom when people started grinding on each other."

"Okay! So I'm a bit more protective of Y/N than the other two. Sue me." JJ cut the two off.

"Point is that this is her first party in months. Let her get a bit too drunk and make out with some hotshot Kook against a tree."

"Hell, let her get some dick tonight." John B shrugged.

Pope and JJ looked at their curly haired friend before JJ shook his head.

"Fine but she's not getting dick from just anybody. I have to approve of him." JJ said as he stood up and left the room,

The two other boys sat in silence before Pope spoke.

"You know what? I count that as progress and when we make progress with JJ…"

"We have a beer." John B finished, getting up to go get each of them a can.

*****

You and the rest of the pogues made it to the party and found yourselves a home by the bonfire. Rafe, Topper and Kelce had stopped by to say that they were happy to see you again and Kelce was happy that his beer pong partner was back because Rafe and Topper just didn't compare to you.

JJ stared at you, the fire illuminating your features as you laughed at something Kie had said, red cup in his hand that was half-empty. He brought the cup to his lips and finished his beer before turning to you.

"Refill, Y/N/N?"

You nodded before turning to the rest of the group. "JJ and I are making a refill trip. Who else needs one? Speak now or get it yourself." You announced as you stood up.

JJ smiled at your words before also getting up, ready to grab some cups. Pope and Sarah held out their cups while Kie and John B shook their heads.

You took the cups that needed a refill before you and JJ made your way through the crowd of people towards the keg. JJ cracked some jokes with some of the others around the keg and you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face before you nudged him with your shoulder.

You two started refilling the cups you had before you were interrupted.

"Haven't see you at a party in awhile, Y/N."

You and JJ turned your heads to see Brett standing there, two cups in his hand.

JJ rolled his eyes before looking at you, seeing you avert your gaze back to the keg.

"Why don't you go back to your whore over there Brett." JJ deadpanned.

You smacked JJ's wrist. "Don't call her a whore, JJ. It's rude."

"I'm just stating my opinion."

"Oh so she does still talk. I was just confused when she didn't say hi to me when I greeted her." Brett said.

"Can you get the fuck away from us? She clearly doesn't want to have a conversation with you." JJ snapped.

"I would love to know what you have to say, Y/N, or are you gonna let JJ over here keep talking for you." Brett aimed at you, ignoring the blonde who was getting more agitated by Brett's presence.

"I have nothing to say to you." You shrugged, going to grab the cup.

"We should talk." Brett went to grab you but JJ grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch her."

"What are you gonna do about it, Maybank?"

"I've got two fists that have been itching to meet your face for months now and tonight might be their lucky night if you keep it up."

"JJ, lets just go." You whispered, placing a hand on his forearm.

JJ looked at you before grabbing his and Pope's cup before following you back to the group.

"Hey, JJ!" Brett called causing JJ to look back.

You gasped as a fist made contact with JJ's face. JJs hand immediately flew to his eye, gingerly touching his eyebrow. He pulled his fingers away to see blood and he chuckled before swinging his own fist.

It wasn't long before JJ had Brett on the ground, pissed beyond belief. Brett managed to get a few more punches in but JJ definitely got way more in by the time you managed to pull him off of Brett with Kelce's help.

"JJ! Calm down, man! He's not worth your time!" Kelce hollered, pinning his arms to his side.

"JJ, look at me. It's done. It's over. You're good now." You told him.

Brett stood up with a scoff. "He could have fucking killed me."

"I fucking should, you cheating son of a bitch!" JJ spat, Kelce's grip tightening on the blonde boy when JJ attempted to lunge forward.

"J, let's just go home. We've had our fun."

JJ looked at you before relaxing causing Kelce to release his hold on him slowly. You grabbed JJ's hand and pulled him away from the small crowd that had formed around him and Brett.

You two said goodbye to your friends and walked back to JJ's truck, you climbing into the passenger seat and him into the drivers.

It was a quiet ride home, Twenty One Pilots playing softly through the speakers the entire time. JJ referred to them as his therapy band, often putting them on after a hard day at work or after a fight so it wasn't really a surprise that he had one of their CDs in.

Once you got home and inside, JJ locked the door before turning towards his bedroom.

"Um, excuse me. Where are you going, JJ?" You asked, grabbing his wrist.

"Bed."

You shook your head. "We gotta clean you up. Bed can wait."

You tugged him into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit as you instructed JJ to sit on the toilet lid. He complied, bouncing his leg up and down as you put a little hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball.

"That's your first fight in a while." You commented, grabbing his chin lightly and forcing him to look at you.

He grunted in response as you started cleaning the few small cuts on his face. "The prick deserved it for what he did to you. You'd have to be fucking nuts to cheat on someone like you."

You felt my heart flutter at his words and I sighed. "I just hate seeing you like this, JJ. All scratched up."

JJ chuckled as he shook his head lightly. "Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. This is nothing compared to the beat down Brett just got and what my dad used to dish out when I was living with him."

JJ saw your face drop at his words and your eyes begin to water.

"Hey, Y/N. It was just a small joke." He told you gently as he grabbed your hands with his.

You shook your head and went to pull away from him but he just pulled you back, looking up at you as if he was a parent trying to comfort their child.

It weirdly looked like all those Super Nanny time out scenes where the kid looks down in shame as they apologize and the parent is dipping their head down to make eye contact with the kid. You know what I'm talking about?

"I don't like it when you do the whole 'my dad hit me harder thing', J, whenever you try to play off your pain and injuries." You mumbled, a tear slipping out.

JJ wiped away the single tear, mad at himself for upsetting you. "I'm sorry but maybe the waterworks are a bit much. Hmm?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that you shouldn't fight my battles for me. I was going to just walk away from him."

"I'm sorry, are we ignoring the fact that I was walking away? He threw the first punch and I made sure he would think twice before doing that again."

"I just don't like you getting hurt because of me." You sighed.

"Hey, I'd rather get hurt than have you get hurt."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist.

"I always liked your hugs better." You hummed.

JJ felt himself smile. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "You wanna know something, J?"

"Yeah."

"I always felt like you paid more attention to me than Brett. After a year of dating him, he still didn't know my favorite flowers or that I was allergic to bees. Those are the two simplest things to learn about your significant other. You know that I can't even stand the smell of fish sticks anymore or that I can't watch the Freaky Fred episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog or I'll have nightmares."

"That's because I care about you a lot." JJ whispered, kissing your temple.

You ran a hand through JJs blonde locks and sighed. "I wish I dated you instead."

You froze. You could not believe that you had just told your best friend that. You also could not believe how easily those words left your mouth and how much truth there was to them. You did wish you dated JJ instead and not just because of how attractive he was. He always treated you way better than Brett and was more intune -and concerned- about how you were feeling.

JJ also froze, praying that he heard those words correctly and that it wasn't his mind playing a sick joke. He had been waiting for the right time for months and his gut had been telling him all day that today was the day but he fought the urge, afraid his gut was lying. But this...this must be the sign.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked, fighting a smile in case you meant a guy like him and not actually him.

You paused before nodding. "Yeah, I do."

You felt his arms tighten around you and his face bury itself in the crook of your neck.

"You remember all those months ago when you made a big deal about me liking someone and you asked me why I hadn't made a move yet and I told you it wasn't the right time?" JJ words were muffled by your skin.

"Mhmm."

He pulled away to look at you. "I think now's the right time."

And then he pressed his lips against yours. You were quick to kiss back and it held the adoration you felt was missing long before you and Brett broke up.

You pulled away, placing a hand on his cheek which caused JJ to close his eyes and lean into your touch.

"Thank you for being in my life." You whispered, taking the forgotten cotton ball in your hand and pressing it to the scratch above his eyebrow.

JJ smiled. "No. Thank you for being in mine. You helped me through the toughest times and gave me a reason to stay."

"I wouldn't have objected to leaving the Outer Banks with you."

"I meant like stay here, like on Earth." He mumbled.

You stared at him before kissing his cheek. "Thank you for staying here with me."

JJ opened his eyes and grinned as some hair fell in front of his eyes. "As much as I love our little moment, can we move the cleaning process along cause I kind of want to climb into bed with you in my arms tonight."

You smiled, pushing his hair out of his face. "Sure thing, Jay-Bird. That sounds amazing."

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#jj outer banks #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 703: Minas Levain: Part II/III

"Wait?" Yang asked, "Does that means he actually wants her to give him a blowjob?"

"She's hot," Jaune stated, "and cute, but as I said, I'm not looking for more wives. Four is plenty."

"Then, perchance?.." Weiss asked.

"I was raised to mean what I say." Jaune replied, "Kind of important for a knight and whatnot, but, I honestly believe that the only way this is going to work is if we are completely honest with each other. We're here for each other, and no one is being forced into this."

"He does have a point." Ruby said, "Wait, does that mean you are going to spank us if we lie?"

"Yes." Jaune simply stated.

"I didn't think I was asking?.." Ruby asked.

"Rhetorical." Weiss stated.

"Literal." Blake said, looking at Jaune, "So, my choices here are let Aurora stay in exchange for blowing Jaune when we need it, or getting a spanking."

"You should go for the spanking." Yang said, and everyone quickly looked at her.

"Qrow did say you are like Raven?" Ruby asked.

"What does mom have to do with this?" Yang asked.

"That you seem to take after your mother." Weiss stated, "And aside from her hair, once you think about it, the resemblance is uncanny."

"And you called her mom." Blake stated.

"What does Raven have to do with this?" Yang asked.

"Nice save, sis." Ruby said to her.

"Uh-huh, yeah, thanks..." Yang sarcastically said.

"I do think we should be completely honest with each other." Weiss stated.

"Even if we get spankings?" Ruby asked her.

"If my pert posterior has to be sacrificed?.." Weiss happily asked.

"Try not to sound too eager." Yang said to her.

"...then it will be sufficient if it means harmony amongst our family." Weiss finished.

"So?," Ruby nervously asked, "are... we going to let Aurora give Jaune blowjobs, or?.."

"Am I the only one who's ever given one?" Blake asked. Ruby and Weiss would be expected, but Blake just glared at Yang.

"I may..." Yang voiced, "or may not - be all talk. I've never actually..." she said, and trailed off.

"You have?" Ruby asked, "How was it?"

"Nothing quite like that feeling of direct sevice..." Blake whistfully said, "though, my memories... I'd rather replace them with someone who's not a monster, nor will turn into one."

"Are you?.." he said and paused, "That confident in me?" Jaune asked her.

"Of all of us here, you are the least likely to turn to the darkside."

"The I don't give a fuckery," Yang stated, "is strong with him."

"Stolid." Blake quipped, and Weiss eagerly nodded at that.

"Implacable." Weiss added.

"Even when I was... you know... crying?.." Jaune asked.

"Give the circumstances," Weiss stated, "that was understandable."

"The ancients created tragedies to give men an excuse to cry." Blake added, "But the pain of that loss marked your soul. I can see the scar burning, a scar you never want to happen again."

Tears started to form on Jaune's face.

"What about me?" Ruby asked, raising her hand.

"You," Blake said to her, "are like me, you can do the wrong thing because you believe it's right. I honestly don't know what I believe anymore."

"What about me?" Yang sheepishly asked.

"Your strength needs strength to temper it." Blake said to her.

"And... if I might ask?.." Weiss asked.

Blake looked her deep in the eyes, "What you want most is to do what is right." Subtle tears started to form on Weiss' face.

"And?.." Yang asked.

"And?," Blake asked Yang, and looked back to Weiss, "what is that?" Weiss looked lost and distant in reply. "That's the thing." Blake stated, "we don't have to do this alone." She stepped forward to embrace Weiss in a deep hug. "We love you." Blake whispered, and then stepped back. "To think I'd love a Schnee. You were like Satan or Dark Brother."

"And, no offence," Weiss stated, "but you as well."

Yang powerfully punched her fists together, "Heaven help us. Hell's afraid of us."

"The power of RWJBY!" (ruj-by) Ruby exclaimed.

"I do believe we need to work on that." Weiss stated.

"Or we just call ourselves Arcs." Blake stated, "That is how it traditionally works."

"Because we're so traditonal." Jaune sarcastically stated.

"A knight and his concubines?" Weiss asked.

"Well, yeah?," Yang asked, "but wouldn't one of us be his wife?" Weiss and Blake looked at her curiously, "I mean, the knights always had wives right?, and concubines aren't wives, which means he had to have a wife and maybe concubines?" RWBY eyed each other narrowly, as if a fight could break out at any time.

"No fighting!" Jaune's deep baritone stated, and the girls quickly relaxed.

"Now that this is resolved," Weiss said, and looked at Blake, "don't think we forgot what you said about Aurora."

"Are we really doing this?" Blake asked.

"Indeed." Weiss stated.

"But?.." Blake asked, and then trailed off. "No, I'm the one who said it, so I'll have to stand by it."

"Who knew Blake was that kinky?" Yang asked.

"I suspected." Weiss said to her, and then turned to Aurora. "Aurora?" Aurora simply nodded. "Well, now that this is out in the open, I'll have to object."

"WHAT?!" Blake and Yang shouted.

"Did you really think I would accept this?" Weiss asked.

"I'm honestly completely lost here." Yang stated.

"I knew you would decline." Aurora stated.

"Then?.." Weiss asked.

"Then," Aurora said, "I have made myself clear."

"And then," Jaune stated, "she can't stay in the master's apartments."

"You heard his daddy voice." Yang stated.

"I'd pefer a mommy voice." Aurora said, and then with a shocked look, looked about bashfully.

"Well, that explains it." Blake stated.

"Explains what?" Weiss asked.

"She's a lesbian submissive." Blake stated nonchalantly.

"That," Yang voiced, "doesn't really explain as much as you think it does."

"Hm?" Blake asked, and Yang vigorously pointed between Aurora and Jaune.

"I think we've embarassed her enough for the moment." Jaune stated, "Aurora?," he asked, "guest apartments or servants quarters?"

"The guests apartments are closer to my mistress," she stated, "unless they are otherwise needed, in which case I will take the servants quarters."

"She's part of the family, isn't she?" Ruby asked, and everyone looked at her.

"Yes," Blake said with a smile, "just not in that way."

"Alright," Jaune stated, "I'm going to go check out the kitchen. Assuming Contrary is going to explore the library."

"I will accompany Jaune-dear," Weiss stated, "and prepare us coffee."

"The library is like an entire floor, so I'm sure she's going to love it." Yang stated.

"And what are the sisters going to do?" Weiss asked asked.

"I know this is going to sound corny," Yang replied, "but I'm going to guard our... apartments."

Before she knew what was happening, Jaune had pulled her in for a passionate kiss, causing Ruby to huff. When Jaune pulled away he opened his arms, and in a burst of rose petals Ruby was there, and he picked her to kiss her before putting her back down.

"Ruby?" Weiss asked.

"I'm going to see how Ilia is doing." Ruby stated.

"Very well." Weiss said, and gave her a peck on the cheek. * * *

Ruby used Crescent Rose to launch herself from the roof of the tower. Mid-way she burst into rose petals to cover the remaining distance. She reverted as she landed on the roof of the turret. She looked at the parapets, unsure of what they were. I mean, all castles had them, right? She looked around, opened the trap door, and started running down the stairway. The turret was round, about 20-30 feet across that descended anticlockwise. It was about four floors high, but the floors were much lower than the main tower. More like a regular house. The 4th floor was a large, open room with 3 beds. Ruby Petal Burst across the room to the next flight of stairs down. She got down on all fours and looked at the 3rd floor, to see Ilia looking through drawings. "Hey!" Ruby exclaimed, and Ilia turned towards her.

"Hello." she said.

"Getting comfy?" Ruby asked, and Ilia just looked at her for a moment.

"Yes." she said. "I've never been comfortable in luxury..."

"It is like REALLY BIG." Ruby stated, "But also REALLY OLD. Nora and Ren have gone to look for the ghost."

Ilia smiled, "I doubt there's a ghost."

"Well, yeah, but," Ruby stated, "REALLY OLD. And it's all ours. Isn't it exciting?"

Ilia turned to sit on a bed. She was still smiling, just a bit more weak than before, "It's all yours." Ilia stated. "I'm just tagging along. You are Huntresses, and I'm?.." Ilia asked, and flopped back on her bed, "an... assassin?" Ruby ran down on all fours and ended up at the end of Ilia's bed. When Ruby didn't say anything, Ilia nervously lifted her head. "That... isn't?.."

"You WERE an assassin!" Ruby said, wagging her tail.

With this Ilia sat up and looked at her questioningly, "Isn't that," she nervously voiced, "a problem?"

"I really don't know?" Ruby asked, "I mean, everyone else seems good with it, and I'm not really the best socially... Jaune's happy to have you."

"He is?" Ilia asked.

"He relies on you." Ruby stated.

"Doesn't make me part of the family."

"FFIINNE!" Ruby exclaimed, "We'll just hire you."

"As a what?," Ilia asked, "assassin?"

"I don't know?" Ruby asked, and stood up properly, "What's between Huntress and assassin?" Ilia just rolled her eyes. "Okay?," Ruby asked, "but Uncle Qrow was apparently a bandit, and he's still my uncle."

"So?.." Ilia nervously asked, looking at her hands, "you're... fine with it..."

"Nope." Ruby said with glee, "I mean... this is awkward... that an inside joke with me and Jaune." She stood up properly, pointing at Ilia, "Anyways!, you can't change what you've done, but you want to help us save the world, so you can't be all bad, can you?"

Ilia flopped back on the bed, and her colours changed to camouflage herself into it. Ruby pounced on Ilia. "As someone who hides in her cloak, I know how well that doesn't work."

"Can't you leave me to mope?" Ilia.

"Nope," Ruby excitedly said as she stood from the bed and held our her hand, "Weiss is making Coffeee." Ilia took Ruby's hand and let herself get pulled to her feet.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight

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harrieatthemet · 5 years

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Go Home

in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated.

To be fair, he said he didn’t wanna go.

A long week of flights, promotional talk shows and weathering jet lag amongst a brewing head cold was enough to coax him into a days worth of absolutely nothing.

“I don’t wanna go.”

A pout similar to that of an infant has settled well onto the lower half of his face, making itself comfortable as the second straight hour of moping and whining creeps up.

Your bargaining and pleading has yet to sway him. In fact, you’re beginning to think it’s only encouraged his bratty behavior as he’s seconds away from literally crossing his arms.

“I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.” and it’s not the first time you’ve stressed that.

Not that he cares much. Maybe he is being irrational, and yes, even a little selfish too.

But he’s just so exhausted. Did he mention he’s exhausted? Surely he brought up the jet lag, and how alluring the sound of his own bed was. Music to his ears, almost. And it was just out of reach. Instead of succumbing to the comfort of a memory foam mattress he was succumbing to you, instead.

“M’bloody tired,” he’s grumbling now, “bloody fucking tired ‘n I ‘ave t’sit ‘n eat with people I don’t even know”

If it were any other time, if you were unaware of the chaos that has been brought upon him at the hands of his career, you’d have snapped. If it weren’t for the fact you had to play nice and bite your tongue just to get him out of the fucking house, by now, a screaming match would have been well underway.

Instead you let him mutter beneath his breath, stuffing his foot into a shoe only to grumble about stubbing his toe on the pointy end of his boot.

“This is for work,” you’re keen to remind your boyfriend, who’s got his arms folded like a child, in the back of the uber, “so please be nice! Please, please, please..”

“Y’mentioned tha’” a roll of his eyes follows before he readjusts his seating position, “m’not a kid, don’t need t’remind ‘n beg me.”

Ironic as it may be, considering he’s certainly acting like he’s a child, you let him sulk for the remainder of the drive. Your wise enough to pick your battles and right now couldn’t seem like a worse time to push the wrong button.

And you were, frankly, a fucking moron to think his 15 minute sulk in the back of an uber XL was enough to get rid of the black cloud over his head. Furthest from it, in fact, as the puss on his face is alive and well while he trails behind you into the dining area.

“S’it gonna be long?” his voice, at this point, is like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“It’ll be however long it needs to be,” you hiss, “it’s for work.”

He thinks he’s minutes from crying, actually. How long does that mean? An hour? two? He thinks if it’s any longer than that he’ll unravel for sure, because right now he’s just barely holding it together.

She’s 15 minutes late. Harry knows because he’s been keeping track and minutes are starting to feel like hours.

“Stop tapping your foot,” you reprimand, hand settling on his knee to steady his leg, “the whole table is shaking and you’re making me twitch.”

“Know what else is twitching,” he exhales, “m’fucking eye. ‘M starting t’fall asleep sitting upright.”

There’s no relief that comes when you work friend shows up. The timer in his head has officially started and he can feel himself counting the minutes until you ask for the check.

“It’s nice t’meet you Harry.”

He doesn’t catch your work associate’s name. Which makes sense, being that he wasn’t listening to begin with. She’s friendly enough and, thankfully, isn’t interested too much in striking up any taxing conversations with him.

Which seemingly only makes this more painful for him, as he sits here and nurses a glass of wine that he really could’ve done without. It’s just a dry glass of red, borderline tasteless and almost as bleak as the conversation taking place in front of him.

And, to be polite, he does chime in once or twice. To no avail, of course, because whatever the topic of discussion seems to be it isn’t leaving enough room for him to participate.

“Poor guy,” the woman across the table teases, “(Y/N) you dragged him all the way here and he looks like he’s ready to fall asleep with his head in his dinner.”

Thank God, he thinks, that finally someone aside from himself can tell he's spent beyond belief. What gave it away? The fact his eyelids were faltering because they feel like cinderblocks? The bags under his eyes? The fact that he’s absolutely bored, quite possibly the most bored he’s ever been.

“M’about ready to.” he chuckles mildly, though he means it seriously.

“Keeps busy,” you joke, “but he wanted to join us.”

There’s a small part of him that would give anything to chew you out for that. Because what he wanted was to retire in the privacy of his own home, in thermal jammies and warmth from an extra blanket atop the comforter. Thats what he wanted; a day to lay around and do literally nothing.

“Wanted is a bit of a reach, love, yeah?” the rim of his wine glass meets his bottom lip before he swiftly polishes the rest off.

You’re coworker is oblivious to the can of worms she’s just opened right here at the dinner table, but you’re not. It’s obvious he’s reached that point of exhaustion, surpassing grumpy, and he's just become completely callous.

And the tension beginning to elbow it’s way between the two of you is becoming more apparent to your guest across the table, who is now eyeing you and your stand-offish boyfriend beside you.

“We can get into logistics after dessert.” your joke practically flops, though your coworker decides to throw you a pity laugh.

“Wanted t’be here,” he snickers lowly, “after a 6 hour red eye ‘n a week of travel? Bloody out of y’mind.”

It’s almost like he’s forgotten you were a party of three, and that there really was someone sitting across from you at the table. He’s clearly settled into a mood, unwilling and uninterested in trying to suppress it for the sake of your work relationship. He doesn’t care that your face has turned a wild shade of red, or that you’re ready to cover your face with the dinner napkin in your lap.

“Can we discuss this at home?” Your voice is barely breaking a whisper, and it’s your last attempt to keep some humility.

“Sure,” he insists, and you’re briefly relieved he’s so willing to drop this, “if I make it home, ‘course. Might drop right here, actually.”

“So then why don’t you go.” you hiss, and now it’s your coworker who is beat red, “why don’t you just leave, than.”

There’s a slight pause at the table, and as embarrassing as this was already you’re silently thanking God there wasn’t a bigger audience around to watch the fiasco unfold before the waiter even brought out the dessert menu.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already starting to feel that small twinge of guilt in the back of his throat. The look on your face, alone, was enough to make him feel shitty. Red cheeks, eyes defeated. All he had to do was just sit here.

“S’alright, m’only joking I can-”

“Just,” you breathe, your coworker shifting uncomfortably, “go home, Harry. Seriously, please just leave.”

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lacontroller1991 · 4 years

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SFW ALPHABET (Anakin Skywalker)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ALRIGHTY ALRIGHTY PEOPLE!!!! So I decided to do two versions of this in one, I strongly believe that Anakin in the films is very different from the Anakin in the Clone Wars (BOTH HOT AF), so instead of doing two posts, I will put the Movies Anakin in the first pharagraph and the Clone Wars Anakin in the second (I’ll italicize it for you guys!!!) If there is only one paragraph, then that means that I believe Anakin from Movies and TV serious would be similar in that letter. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

Also I tried to keep this as nonbinary as I could, so I hope I don’t offend anyone!

Warning: Fluff, mentions of sex, nothing hardcore tho! : Maybe some spoilers if you haven’t seen Clone Wars.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Movies

Anakin is very affectionate. He’s always somewhere near you or even if he’s away, he’s always sending you little notes on your holopad saying how much he loves and appreciates you. He also loves to cuddle and hug you from behind, really to assert his dominance. Not that you mind though.

Clone Wars

He is very affectionate as well. He and you are normally attached at the hip when together. He loves to hold your hand or pepper your face with kisses. When he’s on missions, he always makes sure to bring back little tinkets from the mission for your collection on your shelf wall.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like? How would the friendship start?)

Movies

It wouldn’t be a really healthy relationship, more of a lean on the shoulder and cry type of relationship but nothing besides that. He or you would need to rant, and the other would be there to listen, but past just ranting, you guys probably wouldn’t hang out.

Clone Wars

He’s a very loyal friend, he is always there when needed and understands when you need space. You guys would also like to go and spar together or pull pranks on Obi-Wan or the clones. Ahsoka would be pulling the pranks aswell. Overall, you guys would probably have a healthy relationship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Both

He loves to cuddle! He loves the intimicacy of it without being sexual. He really likes to just go to your quarters after a mission and just lay down in your lap as you stroke your hands through his hair, lulling him to sleep.

Other nights, after those activities, he would be a very dominant cuddler, opting to pulling you close into his side or on top of him, to where he could wrap his arms around you completely.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Both

As I said in commitment, it depends on you and what you want to do. He is all for settling down with you and maybe buying a small house or apartment after the war is over. With cooking and cleaning though, Anakin is great at cooking, but he does leave the cleaning to you, not that you mind tho, he makes a mean bantha stew.

E = Ending (If they had to breakup with their partner, how would they do it?)

Movies

You would end it, only because of his infatuation with Senator Amidala, who you very much envied because of the amount of attention she got from your boyfriend. He would mope around for days afterwards, only a couple rotations after would he bring you flowers on your door step, asking for you back.

Clone Wars

It was a rash decision really, it was after Obi-Wan had “died” and you were comforting Anakin as best as you could, but then he shoved you off of him, resulting in you crying, him screaming at you, and that was the end of that. You guys would probably get back together, but it definitely would’ve put a strain on your relationship as a whole.

F = Fiance (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Both

He is in different about commitment, it’s really about what you would want. If they want to get married, then he’ll propose (with a cute little plan), and if you didn’t want to get married, he’s ok with that too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Movies

He is very bipolar in mood. It really depends on the day he had. If he had a great day, then he is the best boyfriend ever, showering you with gifts and affection, showing you alot of attention, however if he had a bad day, he tends to block of anyone and everyone. Only a few people can get through to him, and even that’s rare. He becomes very antisocial and will ignore your presence until he is over whatever made him so upset.

Clone Wars

He is super gentle, if you two were in battle together, he would never be too harsh on you, and even if you get hurt, he is constantly checking on you every chance he got, sometimes sending Ahsoka or Rex to check on you if he couldn’t. Physically, he worships you, he would never purposely harm you, emotionally, he is always supportive of you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like?)

Both

He loves hugs. His favorite is when he hugs you from behind, reminding you of how small you are compared to him. Your favorite hugs from him are his bear hugs where he squeezes you and spins you around. You love them. As for the frequency of them, he always gives you bear hugs after missions, other times, he just opts to bring you into his arms and place his chin on top of your head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Movies

He doesn’t exactly say it, more along the lines that he and you were sparring and he thought it and you accidentally came across the thought. You questioned him about it, asking if he meant to let his quard down THAT low, or if he was stunned by your beauty. He blushed madly, but you just smiled at him and sent the thought back to him. It took him about 3 months.

Clone Wars

You were in the infirmary when he said it. He thought that you couldn’t hear it, but the soft grasping of his hand had let you know that you heard it and returned the feelings. You guys weren’t dating when he said it though, you were friends, but after you got out of the medbay, he asked you on a date to where he could properly say those three words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Movies

Jealousy is Anakin’s middle name. That man is always jealous of one thing or another, so needless to say, anytime you’re showing a bit of interest in a person, he would grab your hand and drag you somewhere to where he could assert his dominance over you (normally tongue is involved.)

Clone Wars

Anakin doesn’t get jealous often (compared to Movie Anakin), when he does though, he will glare at the person for a while until they run off. After they do, you would just look behind your shoulder and sigh, walking to him and kissing his cheek, saying that you’re his and only his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Movies

Rushed and sometimes harsh, however when he has time, he showers you with tender kisses all over your face. He is also quite fond of kissing your neck and collarbone, he loves to leave little hickeys on the base of your neck. As for where he likes to be kissed, he likes to be kissed on the top of his head when he’s laying down.

Clone Wars

Soft, they are generally little pecks here and there, but aside from that, his other kisses are passionate, literally sweeping you off your feet. He loves to kiss your lips, he loves how soft and warm they are. He also likes to be kissed anywhere really, he really relies on affection more often than not.

L = Little Ones (How are they arround children?)

Movies

Not the best at first. He thinks they’re annoying and is always complaining when he has to watch younglings train or help them with his saber techniques. But after a while, as he matured, he became more fond of them and would eventually want to talk to you about possibly having a baby together. After that, he is super good with them and always volunteers to watch over your baby when you have to do an errand.

Clone Wars

He’s great with kids, I mean he did have a padawan for a while. You and him have talked about having children after the war. He would want at least three, to which you are hesitant about, but when it came to your first pregnancy, he was over the mood, and the look on his face made you want to have all the kids he wants.

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Both

LAZY. He loves lazy mornings where you are both sprawled out on the bed. You generally wake up to see him looking down at you and running his hand through your hair, combing out various knots. He also loves taking showers with you, specifically when you wash his hair, he finds it really relaxing and helps loosen him up.

N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Both

Every night is different. Most nights you guys are having fun in the sheets, other nights though, you and him lay side by side and have deep conversations or sometimes sit in silence while eating your favorite take out. He loves every night spent with you. When he has nightmares, you are always the first to wake him up and help comfort him until he goes back to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Movies

You had been friends with him ever since the both of you were padawans, so when he was younger, he normally couldn’t keep his mouth shut about little facts about himself. So the more you two grew up, the easier it was for him to talk to you about certain things.

Clone Wars

He began to open up to you after you almost died on a mission. One time you were in the infirmary, weak and bored out of your mind, so you asked him about himself and he began to tell you little things here and there. After you were out of medical care, you had become very well versed into the mind of Anakin Skywalker.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Movies

He has a temper that is well known. Sometimes, the smallest thing triggers him to where he sulks around all day, it doesn’t have to have you involved, but you do normally help by pulling him into an empty corridor and going down on him. ;)

Clone Wars

He has somewhat of a temper, but after a while, it got better to where it would take a lot to anger him. He would always calm down afterwards, normally after a sparring session or after some food.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

Both

Everything. Although he acts like he doesn’t care, but once you got down past his hard exterior, you realized that he knew more about you than he let on.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Movies

After the Battle of Geonosis, he and you were assigned to take Senator Amidala back to Naboo. On Naboo, you and him went to the lake at night and played around in the water, kissing under the moonlight. Anytime you and him go anywhere where a lake is nearby, you guys make it a habit to take a swin under the moonlight.

Clone Wars

His favorite moment is when you and he were trapped in a cave for a couple of days without any backup. You two had to survive on what you had on you, but he loved the quiet time that he got with you, plus he made the perfect excuse to loose your clothes, “you can get better body heat when clothes are not in the way,” he would say as you rolled your eyes with a smiled and took off his clothes. In his diffense, he was just joking aroud with you, but boy does he love that memory.

S = Security ( How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Both

He is very, very protective of you, even though you insist that you can protect yourself. If someone tries to threaten you, he would normally go and beat the person up (if he could), if it was a droid, then he would obviously wreck the droid to tiny bits. He likes to be held at night, as much as he hates to admit it. But he feels really secure when your arms are wrapped around him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into a date, anniversaries etc?)

Both

He always makes sure that he remembers important events, either by writing notes all over his room or having one of his clones (normally Rex) remember it. He puts alot of his time and thought into dates, normally bringing you a random gift and always making sure that you are happy. As for anniversaries, he goes over and beyond what he did the year before.

U = Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

Movies

His fatuation of Padme. It pisses you off to no end when he hangs out with her and not you. Of course, you understand that they are friends, but the way he talks about her to you and to other people could suggest otherwise.

Clone Wars

Impulsivity. You can’t stand when he is constantly rushing into battle without a thoroughly planned plan. You think it’s annoying and often give him the “I told you so” when he’s the infirmary, after you’ve of course held onto him for dear life. He calls you Obi-Two because of how alike you and Obi-Wan are in getting angry at him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Movies

On a scale 1-10, he is definitely a solid 9/10 concerned with his looks. It really doesn’t help bring down his ego when girls all over the galaxy practically throw themselves at his feet, to which he loves and you hate, but secretly think that it is funny.

Clone Wars

He was concerned with his looks, but as he got more missions, he really didn’t care what he looked like, he was always focused on the mission at hand.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Movies

YES! Anakin is super clingy and sulks around alot when you’re not with him. If you were to have died, it would wreck him and further lead him to the dark side, no matter how much Obi-Wan or Padme could console him. Palpatine would only help in his descent, claiming that the war took her and that he (Anakin) could stop it if he gave into his powers.

Clone Wars

Yes. He is always worried about you and if something had happened to you, it would destroy him, much like Obi-Wan’s death. The “hero with no fear” wouldn’t be the same if you had died, and Ahsoka would suffer from it due to her Master’s lack of motivation.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them?)

Both

He uses your shampoo, how else do you think he got those lushious locks? It started when his hair started growing out after his padawan haircut and he took a shower in your quarters, ever since then, he’s been hooked on your shampoo.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in partner?)

Movies

Some of the food you eat. He thinks that some of the things that you make up from scratch are nasty, and he normally throws whatever he couldn’t stomach in the trash, much to your dismay. This would normally result in you punching him and him apologizing but laughing at how cute you are flustered.

Clone Wars

He hates slave traders with a passion. Once he told you that he had to pretend to be a slave trader, you stormed into the Council’s meeting and told them off. Yes, you got in trouble, but how dare they do that to him of all people. After he heard what you did, he pulled you aside and just hugged you and told you that he will be ok, although he still hates them no matter what.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Both

He is a very, very heavy sleeper. In accordance to him, if you wake him, it either be for one of three things; sex, food, or mission. All three of which would make him wake up immediately, but anything other than that, good luck getting him out of bed.

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ahoyhairington · 5 years

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Steve Harrington as a dad: Headcanons

Warnings: dad!Steve, pregnancy, mentions of smut, childbirth, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m back with more dad!Steve content! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a comment or some feedback to let me know if you liked it! Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated.

As soon as you and Steve had enough money, you left Hawkins

You didn’t see anything there for you anymore and you wanted to escape the haunting memories of the events that took place there

You both moved somewhere more populated, like Indianapolis

You settle on a small, white house in a suburban neighborhood that has baby blue shutters and a decently sized backyard

It’s not much but it was perfect for the two of you

Plus, being as young as you were there weren’t many places willing to let you move in

You also didn’t want to ask Steve’s parents for money, because Steve refused to be tied to them in any way

You do everything yourself like moving furniture, painting walls, decorating the living room

It’s a bonding experience in and of itself and you both almost killed each other at least seven times because of how overworked and annoyed you both got

As soon as you get comfortable you immediately adopt a dog

It’s a puppy from a local shelter with two different colored eyes and it immediately falls in love with Steve

(It’s also lowkey gives Steve baby fever but we’ll get to that later)

The puppy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and literally becomes Steve’s best friend

They’re always playing together and if Steve is gone for too long they mope around the house like he’s abandoned them

They also love to sleep on Steve, even after they’ve quadrupled in size and are far too heavy to be laying on anyone’s lap

You always come home to both of them napping on the couch

Steve jokes around that one day the dog will crush him but he secretly loves it

Okay anyways back to baby fever

One day, you’re both outside enjoying your evening walk in the neighborhood with your then puppy when they see your neighbor’s kids playing in the yard

They freak out and take off running and the leash accidentally slips out of Steve’s grip

When Steve gets to them, they’ve tackled the poor toddler to the ground

Steve’s like “Oh shit oh my god I’m fucked my dog is attacking a kid” but really the toddler is laughing and squealing and she loves your pup’s kisses so much

Obviously, you both apologize to their mom that was outside watching them from the porch

She plays it off and isn’t mad at all and says that they saw you guys walking the other day and her kid freaked out and wanted to play with them but she told them no so she’s glad they finally got to “meet”

When you approach her, you realize she’s holding another small baby, a baby boy, clearly only a few months old

Steve internally is losing his shit because he’s never really been around babies but has always thought they were the most precious things ever

After that, Steve uses your dog as bait to see your neighbor’s kids more

Eventually, you become close with them and Steve is always chatting it up with the toddler girl and bringing her home treats

He plays dress up with her all of the time and they call each other “Prince” and “Princess”

You jabbed at him once saying he’d gotten too soft and he successfully played it off but internally that’s when he realized he wanted a baby of his own

One that looked like the perfect combination of you and him

Steve always thought kids were for people that settled, but now his mind had changed

The kids’ mom loves you both and thinks of you as her own children, so she learned to trusts you very deeply

Which means you’re the one she goes to one day when she has to abruptly leave the house for the day

At first, you regret saying yes because you thought your days as a “babysitter” were over

But seeing Steve come through the door with a 4-year-old girl that adored him leeched onto his leg and a 7-month-old swaddled in his arms Does Things To You

Since the girl is better acquainted with Steve, you let him take her while you stayed on infant duty

You heard them in your spare bedroom

Steve using different voices to impersonate different characters of the game they’re playing

He got more dramatic each time he realized she laughed louder when he did

It made your heart swooooon

But so did Steve’s when he finally got the girl to lay down for a nap and he came to sit with you in the living room only to find you passed out as well with the snoozing baby boy on your chest

You looked so peaceful and natural and Steve couldn’t help but take note at how that’s what you would look like holding his baby one day

The second their mom picks them up, Steve is already scheming up a plan to babysit them again

Okay now onto the actual pregnancy lmao

You’d been feeling sick for a few days now

It’s a nauseous feeling that never really goes away but you just thought you caught the virus that was going around at your work

It wasn’t until Steve made a poor “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” joke one morning when you were throwing up into the toilet that it even crossed your mind

When you were finally able to get into the doctor’s office, they confirmed it for you

You were pregnant and you didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or terrified

You loved kids and, clearly, so did Steve but how would he feel about raising one of his own?

That night you came home and threw your stuff down, clearly exhausted from hearing such life-changing news

Steve heats you banging stuff around so he goes to see what’s wrong

When you see him you start crying and collapse into his arms and he’s just standing in the kitchen holding you up by your shoulders

He finally coaxes it out of you and gets you to tell him what was bothering you but you being pregnant was the last thing he expected to hear

In theory, he’s overjoyed but in reality, he’s scared

Not only because you’re clearly upset about having a baby and he thinks you don’t want it as much as him but also because he never thought this would be a situation he’d be in

He holds you close for the rest of the night, kissing your forehead and reassuring you that everything will work out and that having a baby isn’t necessarily such a bad thing

You eventually warm up to the idea of having a mini-Steve or a mini-you running around the house and Steve is so relieved and then only gets more enthusiastic about it

He’s literally the perfect partner to have when you’re pregnant

He’s always pampering you and making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

When he joins you on the couch, he doesn’t even ask he’ll just grab your feet and swing them into his lap and start massaging them and talk to you like it’s nothing

Watches whatever shitty movie you want without putting up a fight

Doesn’t say anything when you get emotional at dumb stuff because of your hormones

(You cried when the dog died in a movie and even though Steve wanted to laugh at you, he just laid there massaging your back until you calmed down)

I also think Steve would grow a lil tummy of his own during your pregnancy

Your cravings are weird and you eat a lot so naturally, Steve joins in which means he gets a little softer in the middle

Steve hates it but it’s really cute and fun to lay on at night

Speaking of bellies, Steve is obsessed with yours

When you start showing, it’s impossible for Steve to keep his hands off of you

He’s always got to have a hand on your stomach

Whether it’s you laying in between his legs on the couch with his arms around your bump or just having his thumb brush over it under the table when you’re at dinner with friends

It’s just a little reminder for himself that his lil bub is in there

(I also think he looooves fucking you when you’re pregnant but I don’t have time to talk about that rn)

He could sit and feel the baby kick for HOURS

He thinks it’s the most entertaining thing in the world to draw shapes on your belly and wait for the baby to react by kicking

You have to tell him to knock it off constantly because it makes the baby push on your bladder and then you have to pee three times more than you already do

He likes to use pillow-talk at night to talk about what you think your baby will be like

He’s always wondering what kind of kid they will be and what kind of music they’re gonna like and whether or not they’ll inherit his untamable hair

(They definitely do c’mon now let’s not kid ourselves)

I think he gets really anxious for a while over if he’ll be able to handle being a dad

His own father wasn’t the best example and he swears up and down that he won’t be like him but there’s always the “what if” in the back of his mind

The last thing he wants is for his child to despise their parents the way he does his own

I don’t think he’d bring it up until you coax it out of him, though

You find him out of bed one night standing in the nursery you had both just put together that afternoon and he’s just staring at the crib with a solemn look on his face

You rub his back and finally get him to talk and he just starts crying because he’s kept it bottled up for so long

Steve’s parents were always a touchy subject with him so you know that his emotions and fear are high for a reason

You bring him back to bed and big spoon him for the only time throughout your entire pregnancy

You don’t really mold well together because of your bump but Steve likes it better that way anyway

The rest of the night is spent with you running your fingers through his hair, pressing small kisses to his bare shoulders, and quietly reassuring him that everything will be fine

And it is

Ok let’s move on to when the baby is actually born

Steve goes into panic panic mode when your water breaks

He’s running around in all directions trying to make sure you guys remembered to pack everything and he kinda just forgets that you’re sitting there on the couch covered in amniotic fluid waiting for him to help you get up

You’re like “Steve the baby isn’t coming for like at least 12 hours will you please just help me put my shoes on it’s not that serious”

He holds your hand the entire time at the hospital when you’re pushing even though he thinks you might have broken his pinky

He tries to convince you to let him look at the baby as it’s coming out and you finally agree but when he takes one look at your baby’s head poking through he’s like “yeah no that was definitely a bad idea”

When he actually sees the baby for the first time as he cuts the umbilical cord he criiiiies

Like a whole lot

He loved them so much when they were in your belly but now they’re alive and kicking and screaming and not just something for Steve to fantasize about

I see Steve as being a girl dad, so let’s say it ends up being a girl

For some reason, I feel like he’d want to name her something kinda weird but still cute

Something like Violet or Brogan or Aria or Phoebe or Rey

She’d look just like Steve with crazy brown hair and brown eyes

He’s obsessed with her and refuses to put her down

He has absolutely no problem taking baby duty on at night because that just means more quality time with his baby girl

Every time she cries it breaks his heart even though he knows she’s just hungry or needs a diaper change

He learns that he sleeps better with her laying on his chest

And so does she

She loves her daddy and it’s the cutest! thing! ever!

(Just the sight of Steve napping with her squishy cheeks scrunched up on his chest is enough to make you want to have another baby real mf quick)

Steve is always taking pictures of her

Which means you’re always in them too

They’re always candids that you think are going to look stupid and you hate when he does it but later on down the line when your kids are all grown up they love seeing how badass and attractive their parents were and you forgive him for all of the times you yelled at him about it

There’re ones of you passed out while breastfeeding (a common occurrence Steve finds absolutely adorable), ones of you looking sleep-deprived as hell while you’re rocking her, ones of you covered in vomit while holding her at arm's length

You get him back by taking like 1,000 pics of her yanking on his precious hair and random ones of the two of them passed out on the couch sleeping in the same exact position as each other with their arm up over their head

(When she’s older and her friends see the pics they develop the fattest crush on him)

((But bold of me to assume he wouldn’t already be the biggest dilf))

The kids are sooo excited to meet her and she ends up loving them as well

The first person Steve called when the baby was born was Dustin and after that, they immediately made plans to have Robin drive them to come visit you as soon as possible

They’re absolutely smitten over her and they keep telling you guys over and over how proud they are of you

(It makes Steve cry but only later that night after they leave)

You joke with them about how you babysat them and kept them out of trouble for so long so now it’s their turn to do the babysitting

Which they never mind because your baby is just too damn cute!

Robin still teases him about, “What’s she gonna think when she finds out her dad is a big ol DOOFUS?!” but Steve doesn’t take it personally anymore and finds it endearing

I see Steve as being his baby’s best friend

He’s always trying to get her to smile and play with her and he’s the exact opposite of most dads that sit around and expect the moms to do all of the work

He’s super involved with her and always wants to make sure she’s having a good time

He takes her to the park with your dog to walk a lot

And every single person that passes by you three gushes over her and congratulates you on making such a beautiful baby and having a perfect family

It makes Steve feel so good to be validated for stuff like that because he knows it’s true

Speaking of the dog

The dog LOVES HER

They’re super protective of her and bark at anyone that gets too close to her until Steve calms them down

Your daughter loves to nap on the dog’s belly and have them give her kisses

You also have a lot of pictures of them growing older together

When she takes her first steps, it’s when Steve is home alone with her

He’s sitting on the couch watching tv while she plays in the floor with her toys like she always does

Steve wasn’t really paying attention until he realized he stopped hearing the rattle of her favorite shaker

When he looks down he sees her propped up on the coffee table and starting to take off from it

He realizes she’s about to start walking and loses his shit

He cheers her on and calls for her to come to daddy and she manages to take three or four steps before falling into his arms

Steve immediately picks her up and throws her into the air and covers her in kisses and tells her how proud he is of her and he can’t wait for mama to get home so she can see what she did

Her first word is also ‘papa’ and it makes Steve cry too

She’s such a daddy’s girl and you’re so relieved because of how worried Steve was over whether or not he’d be a good dad

She’s always bubbly and happy and Steve always looks forward to coming home from work, because even if he has the shittiest day possible he knows seeing her smiling face light up as soon as he walks in the door makes the whole day worth it

He’s always getting sentimental over everything she does because he wants to give her the world and he’s so proud of the little human he helped create and raise

Before she’s even a year old Steve is already talking about having another

You laugh in his face like “yeah right” but then you realize he’s serious

You tell him that you want to wait until she’s at least 2 so you can give her the right amount of attention while she still needs it

Literally the night of her second birthday party after all of the guests leave and the decorations have been taken down and your daughter is in bed in a sugar coma, Steve does his best seductive walk to your bed to try to rile you up

“You said wait until she’s two,” he said while breathing down your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin, “She’s two now. So, are you ready to try again?”

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coinofstone · 4 years

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5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

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my gift is my song (and this one’s for you)

part 2 of the your song series which is once again dedicated to loml @calumcest helen i hope....this gives u some modicum of joy :’) i wrote it literally at like 1am so if it sucks that would be why

part 1 on tumblr // part 1 on ao3 // ao3 link for this part

There are certain invariable facts: London is the capital of England, E flat is the most beautiful key to play in, and Michael is in love with Calum Hood.

He hadn’t meant to be. In fact, he’d tried not to be, because it can be difficult, being in love with your closest (and only) work partner, and it’s bad enough that they’re fucking. This thing he and Calum have is unnamed, and as such unaddressed. They sleep in the same bed most nights, and kiss a lot, and have passionate sex that leaves both of them breathless, but they’re not, like, dating — they're not in love. They can’t be. At this stage in their career, one scandal like that and they’re out of the game forever.

So it’s not like Michael has been seeing Calum casually for a few weeks and is starting to feel something more. It’s more like Michael had watched Calum chew on his lower lip as he worked on lyrics over breakfast one morning, and it had hit him full force.

Michael’s in love with Calum. That’s just one more thing he has to repress and never think about. It’s not like he’s wanting for much, anyway; the realization hasn’t put much of a damper on his life, because Calum’s right there, always, just within arm’s reach, so willing and easy and pliant that Michael thinks it’s too good to be true. Calum is too good to be true, and he’s too gorgeous to be Michael’s, but here they are anyway.

(He’s not Michael’s, not really, Michael has to remind himself regularly. At any point Calum could decide to go get a girlfriend or fuck someone else, and Michael would have to be okay with it.

Calum doesn’t seem like he plans to do that anytime soon, though.)

Michael wakes up and decides today is going to be a no-pants day, because it’s his own fucking house and he can do what he likes. His mum will fuss, probably, but Michael’s also an adult, so her words don’t hold much weight anymore.

He treads heavily as he takes the stairs, and when he enters the kitchen Calum is already awake, along with the rest of his family. “Morning,” he greets them all. Calum doesn’t acknowledge him; there’s a pen in his hand and he looks close to being done with something, so Michael doesn’t bitch at him for it.

“Get dressed, Mikey,” his mum says.

“Michael,” Michael corrects her, forcefully. Calum’s the only one who calls him Mikey, and that’s only because he’s too much of a little bitch to listen when Michael tells him not to. He ties his bathrobe anyway, as a compromise.

“I’m not having you moping around here all day,” his mum says, which is funny. What’ll she do? Kick him out?

“We’re songwriting,” Michael tells her. He jerks his chin at Calum for emphasis. Calum glances up at Michael’s mum, then at Michael, as if only just realizing there’s a conversation going on above his head.

Michael skids his eyes over the pages Calum’s scribbling on, but he’s a moment too late to read them; Calum picks them up, staring at them as if they’ve unlocked the secret to the universe, and Michael doesn’t hear anything anyone else says after that. Calum looks the way he looks when he’s got a winner, and Michael wants it.

Sure enough, moments later Calum hands the pages off to Michael, wordlessly. Michael takes them and scans the lyrics: it’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.

His heart rate picks up, and he’s not sure why. These words are personal, and sincere, and they feel like —

They feel like how Michael feels, about Calum.

He looks back at Calum, and wants to ask a million things, but his mum’s in here, still fucking talking, so he just says, meekly, “There’s egg on this,” and then immediately leaves the kitchen. He can hear this song, already. God, he can hear it so clearly that Calum might have plagiarized it. Except he can’t have, because Michael would surely remember hearing a song this — well —

Adoring, Michael’s subconscious provides.

He sits at the piano and sets the lyrics on the music stand, and when he puts his fingers to the keys (Calum calmly saying, “I better go take a shave, I think,” in the background), the melody appears unbidden. It’s like it’s been sitting under his fingertips for years, just waiting for the right words, and now they’re here, and Michael’s heart is too big for his chest, and his lungs too small, and he plays every note and tentatively sings.

“It’s a little bit funny,” he starts, “this feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.” He pauses, takes a breath. “Don’t have much money, but, boy, if I did…I’d buy a big house where we both could live.”

He can feel these lyrics in his bones. He wants to sing them to Calum, to look in Calum’s eyes and say this is what I’ve felt for you since the day we met in that cafe and sang “Streets of Laredo” too loud to be appropriate, since I kissed you on the roof and you kissed me back, since I’ve fucking known you.

But these aren’t even his words. They’re Calum’s. These aren’t his own thoughts, or feelings.

Something moves in his periphery. “If I was a sculptor,” he continues, and then chuckles a bit at the next line, “but then again…no.” He glances to the side, and Calum’s standing at the doorway, mesmerized. Michael smiles and looks back at the lyrics. “Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show. I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do.” He turns his head, slows down a bit, and meets Calum’s eyes. “My gift is my song, and this one’s for you.” For you, he thinks, with his whole heart and soul, and Calum looks spellbound by the music and a little bit scared and a little bit desperate, but there’s no mistaking the amount of love in his gaze as he watches Michael. Even Michael can see it, and he feels it all the way into his fingertips.

He looks back at the words just as Calum cracks a smile, so sudden that the room lights up with it. “So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do; you see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue,” and oh, oh. Sometimes Calum tries to write from Michael’s perspective, but not this one. Calum’s eyes are deep and brown, and Michael’s the one with the blue-green eyes that change colors whenever they fucking feel it, apparently.

“Anyway, the thing is…what I really mean,” Michael goes on, and hides a smile as he sings it. It’s just like Calum to write lyrics like this, so stream-of-consciousness, to say things like anyway and then again, no and try to double back and explain himself. This isn’t just a song; this is a letter, a message, and Michael feels every feeling ever about being the one receiving it.

He reads the next line and almost stutters over it; as it is, he has to tense his jaw so he doesn’t cry. “Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he sings, softly, because this isn’t a line for the world to hear, this is his, his and Calum’s.

He thinks Calum is still standing in the doorway, but he’s too nervous to look over now, afraid that one glance will make him too misty-eyed to read the words, or make his palms too sweaty to play. He’s overwhelmed with love, and he’s not done with the song just yet.

“And you can tell everybody, this is your song,” Michael goes on, and fuck it — he turns his head again, and Calum is still there, wide-eyed and staring, like he can’t quite believe something. “It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done, I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words…” He nearly chokes on the next part. “How wonderful life is, while you’re in the world,” he manages, gentle.

He doesn’t deserve these words, but he knows they’re his. And when he looks again at Calum, thoughtlessly playing a final chord, he knows that Calum knows that he knows they’re for him.

He glances around himself when he finishes. He mum and gran are both sat in the room; Michael feels exposed, and he needs to be alone with Calum, like, yesterday.

Calum blinks at him, doe-eyed, then steals out of the room, and Michael swallows thickly and follows after him, footfalls muted by the carpet.

He closes their door behind him. Calum’s standing in the middle of the room like he’s not quite sure what to do with himself.

“You wrote that?” Michael says. Okay, stupid question. He amends, “For me.”

It’s supposed to be a question, but comes out like a statement. Calum nods.

“Did you mean it?”

Calum stares at him. “How could I not mean it, Mikey?”

“Fuck,” Michael says. “That’s, like. A love song.”

“Yeah.”

“A real, proper love song, not some cheesy poppy Daniel you’re a star shit.”

“Yeah,” Calum says, nervous but steady.

“For me,” Michael says again. He’s not sure he can believe it.

“Yeah,” Calum says a third time. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s fucking okay,” Michael says, a little out of breath. “More than okay. But I thought we were — like. I don’t know. Not…that.” He sees Calum flinch, and hurriedly adds, “But I don’t care. I want to be that.”

“You do?” Calum says.

“Fuck, are you kidding me, Cal? I love you. I — I love you more than anyone’s ever loved. I didn’t think I was capable of love until I met you. You make me feel like I’m something more, like I’m something worthwhile, like I’m artwork, when in reality you’re the artwork, and I’m just the lucky bastard who —”

Calum cuts him off with a searing kiss, and Michael startles and then sinks into it. The kiss spreads to every part of him, more than it ever has; he can feel it in his palms and the arches of his feet and his stomach and his chest. He wraps his arms around Calum’s waist and pulls him in, crowding as close as he can. He’s kissed Calum too many times to count, but this one says everything he wasn’t allowed to say before. I love you. I mean it. I love you. I mean it. I love you. I mean it.

Calum pants against Michael’s lips when they break apart, and Michael feels dizzy. “Mine are the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen?” he can’t help asking. “Really?”

“Fuck off,” Calum grumbles.

“No, it’s cute.” Michael kisses Calum again. “Very romantic. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I haven’t anymore,” Calum says. “It’s yours now. Your Song, you see?”

Michael shakes his head. “Cal, it’s our song,” he says quietly.

“The name of the song is Your Song, you idiot,” Calum says.

Michael shoves his shoulder for ruining the moment, but Calum grabs his sleeve as he stumbles back, and they both collapse onto the bed.

(They don’t leave the bed for a while.)

(Michael could die right now and he’d die a happy man.)

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stylesgalaxy · 5 years

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mastermind; chapter 17

I can't stay with Julia. Not with how often she looks at me like I might explode or like I'm the bitch that's in love with her boyfriend.

Well, ex-boyfriend.

She heads to the bathroom with a deep heave while I hurry into my room. I pack a duffel bag with all my necessities and clothes for a few days. Julia steps out of the bathroom and I go in to grab some other things.

"Where are you going?" she exclaims, nervously.

"Away." I answer, marching to the door. "I can't stay here, I'm sorry. Not after the things you said and not after the things he said."

I swing the door open and leave before she can respond.

Forty minutes later, I find myself in the very cliché movie scene: outside Zayn's door in the pouring rain.

Zayn swings the door open and looks at me in alarm. I clap a hand to my mouth to conceal a sob as the tears pour out again.

"Aria? Oh my God, what happened?!" he ushers me in and locks the door behind us. I stand in the foyer, dropping my head to my hands and letting whatever's left of my tears to run. "Aria, please tell me what happened," Zayn says softly, rubbing a hand over my shoulder awkwardly.

"I-I told Julia that I love him..."

Zayns eyes widen.

"And she told him, like, five minutes later right in front of me..."

"Oh shit."

"I told him everything and n-now he hates me!"

"He doesn't hate you, Aria, it's not your—"

"He does hate me! He said to leave him alone and never talk to him again!"

"Harry said that?"

"There's something else too..." I explain tiredly. "I guess I should explain everything."

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Rodger was out tonight, so Zayn ushered me into his living room and I was able to cry freely and explain everything. I told him about the part I played in Julia and Harry's relationship, he did not seem impressed. He was quite disappointed and I don't blame him.

Harry was right. What I did was wrong, I violated his privacy by engaging in conversations I wasn't meant to be in.

But Zayn is a really good guy and an even better friend so he patted my back and soothed me until I calmed down. He told me I'm welcome to stay as long as I was want, but he urges me to mend things with Julia and Harry.

Julia and I will get over this, I know it. No boy has ever successfully torn our friendship apart—and I know Harry isn't just a regular boy, but he's no exception. And I'm positive about this because I could see the sympathy in Julia's eyes when I told her about my feelings. Julia isn't cold-hearted, she's oblivious and inconsiderate most times, but she's not evil.

The hardest thing I was facing now was how I was going to deal with the situation with Harry.

For the next two days, I laid on Zayn's sofa. He offered his bed, but I declined, this was fine. He had a very comfy sofa, one that dipped in a lot when you sat. I moped around and wallowed in self-pity, so pretty much what I had been doing all week.

Rodger was somewhat filled in on my situation. He didn't have any problems with me staying with them because I literally did nothing all day, it was like I wasn't even living.

On the third day, Julia wouldn't stop texting me. She gave me my space, but now she was worried about me and about our friendship. I called her and we cried (a-fucking-gain) about how we love each other too much to let this be the end of our friendship. She forgives me for loving Harry, saying I wasn't committing a crime and that she knows I never tried to do anything to harm her relationship. She went on a whole speech (that I think she prepared beforehand) about how grateful she was to have a friend like me, who despite my strong feelings for her boyfriend, I remained loyal to her and even went as far as making sure her relationship was stable.

I told her I was staying with Zayn, but I didn't give her the address.

After our call, I was able to get up and at least catch up on all my homework. When Zayn left to go to work (which I still hadn't returned to since the semester started, but I really didn't want to think about it) I would use his studio. It made my creativity flow and I had the resources to make spontaneous decisions.

I hadn't been able to sleep well either. It would take me hours to fall asleep and when I did, I would dream about Harry. So I was staying up to work.

On the fourth day, when I was still visibly sad and with nothing left to do (now all caught up on my homework) Zayn was tired of seeing me so depressed so he suggested I go talk to Harry. I strongly disagreed, which only made us argue and made me lock myself in his bathroom in anger. He felt bad and coaxed me out with food.

On Monday, I finally went back to class but I left twenty minutes early because the guy in front of me had curly hair and it was making me sad.

I walked all the way back to Zayn's house, which took so long that I felt really stupid for doing it and didn't tell Zayn. Good thing was, I gave him no reason to suspect that I left early.

By Wednesday, I was two weeks ahead of all my classes. Strange how that works. Lowest point in my life, highest point of my GPA.

Zayn woke up me up bright and early on Wednesday morning, just an hour after I fell asleep.

"Mm, wha'?" I mumble into my pillow.

"You have to get ready, we have class in an hour," Zayn speaks calmly.

"No."

"Aria, come on. You've been doing so well, you went to all your classes this week!"

"I'm not going."

"Please, Aria, come on. Look, I won't make you sit next to him. We can sit far away."

"Zayn, leave me alone," I mutter forcing my eyes shut. I burrow my head deep in the cushions, as if the deeper I go, the faster I'll fall back asleep.

"Okay, I've had enough. You are getting up and getting ready. Wear a nice outfit you have, put on some of your makeup or whatever makes you feel nice, and we can go get Starbucks before class if you want."

At the mention of Starbucks, my heart broke all over again.

"Just leave me the fuck alone, Zayn!" I shout at him and he flinches. "I don't want to go to class, I don't want Starbucks, I just want to sleep! I only slept for an hour last night, please just go without me."

When I woke up a few hours later, I felt really bad. Zayn was just trying to help me, and I completely lashed out at him. Deciding I want to be productive today, I ask Rodger what Zayn's favourite meal is.

"Why?" he asks suspiciously.

"So I can put it in the biography I'm writing on him," I deadpan. "Why do you think?"

Instantly, I feel bad about being mean to Rodger too, but I get the feeling he talks about me behind my back.

"I'm sorry, Rodger, I shouldn't have snapped. I haven't been sleeping well and it's making me cranky," I apologize.

"S'alright," he says slowly after a while. "He likes biryani with chicken, but if your going to make it, make sure you buy the correct seasoning and put all of it in. White people like to make their own version of Indian dishes with just salt... in our house, we don't disrespect authentic Indian cuisine."

I roll my eyes and agree. After a quick trip to the nearest grocery store, which was a twenty-minute walk actually, I have everything I need to make the dish. I'm actually really happy Rodger insulted me and told me to season it properly, because I didn't know you could buy the seasoning packs and it made my life so much easier.

By the time Zayn arrives, the biryani is nice and warm in the pot. I start setting up the table and put a plate out for Rodger, too.

"Rodger, come down I'm serving dinner!" I yell upstairs. Zayn peaks his head into the den and his eyes widen. I glance down at the shawarma in his hands and shake my head. "Oh no, you didn't... don't tell me I slaved away all day and you already ate."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know! I didn't even eat that much, I'm still really hungry!" Zayn says. I roll my eyes playfully and walk back to the kitchen while he places the half-eaten shawarma on the counter and follows. "What did you make?"

"Biryani with chicken."

"No way! That's my favourite!" Zayn exclaims and helps me serve some on plates.

"I know, I asked Rodger. I felt really bad about yelling at you this morning... it's not like me to be so cranky, I'm so sorry. You're the only one who's there for me and I'm not trying to push you away," I say sincerely. Rodger walks past us to sit at the table, not paying any attention to what's being said.

"It's okay, Aria, I understand," Zayn smiles.

"See, this is why I don't deserve you!" I say starting to tear up again but Zayn chuckles and pulls me in for a hug.

"Stop it with the crying and dramatics," he laughs.

I nod and laugh lightly.

Rodger is quite impressed with my biryani, and so is Zayn. They're surprised I didn't hold back on the seasoning, and that's only because I didn't want to give Rodger any reason to make fun of my cooking. Had he not said anything, I would not have made this biryani so spicy. I ate half of my plate and the entire bowl of yogurt I put out, plus the whole pitcher of water. Every time I sniffed, Zayn and Rodger would snicker.

"Oh yeah, hahaha, Aria can't eat spicy food, this is so funny," I retort sarcastically and roll my eyes. They laugh at me freely before feeling bad and thanking me for the food.

After dinner is done and I tell Rodger I won't wash the dishes because I cooked the food, he gets up to clean them while Zayn and I move to the living room.

Everything was well until Zayn spoke.

"I saw him."

I take my eyes off Rachel and Phoebe's screaming faces, and look at Zayn. "I don't want to know," I say.

"He looked just as miserable as you, Aria," Zayn insists.

"I said I don't want to know."

"Why won't you just talk to him?! You're just going to throw away what you had? Just like that?" Zayn argues.

"I won't talk to him because he told me not to talk to him! He threw away the friendship, not me!"

"So go fight for it back! Don't just sit here and be miserable all day on my couch. This isn't you."

I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts before saying, "Look, if you want me to leave, I will. Don't bring him up and guilt trip me."

I stand to leave but Zayn grabs my hand.

"That's not what I meant, you know that. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want, even Rodger said so!"

"Lies. Rodger thinks I'm annoying," I mutter, scowling.

"Well, yes, but he won't just throw you out. He's actually a big softie. He wants to know you're okay before you leave."

"Well, then: I'm okay. I'll leave." I move to leave again but Zayn pulls me back.

"Leaving to talk to Harry? Sure. Leaving to roam the streets and mope around? No." I glare at him. "Just please consider talking to him. Please? He might have changed his mind."

I decide to humour him and nod. Zayn's smile is so wide that it makes me feel bad, so I end up actually considering it.

---

It's Zayn's fault that I'm freezing my tits off outside Harry's house the next day. He has class soon so he should be leaving his house in a few minutes. I wait outside on his driveway because I'm too embarrassed and ashamed to knock on the door and risk Niall or Louis opening it. I want to talk to Harry first and privately.

I sigh as he takes another ten minutes to leave. I'm sitting on rocks on the side of their driveway when the door opens. I'm on the other side of his Range Rover, so he doesn't see me as walks out and locks the door.

"Harry," I say, standing up. His head whips up to make eye contact with me and my breath is taken away. He looks horrible, worst I've ever seen him. Dark circles around his eyes, his face pale, his curls unkempt. He blinks then walks towards his car with his head down. The closer he gets to me, the more panicked I feel, "I—"

Harry pays no further attention to me. He gets into his car, slams the door and drives off without a word, leaving me alone.

---

"Hey," Zayn greets me, when I get back to his. "So did you see him? How'd it go?"

"Horrible," I deadpan, throwing my purse on my couch and flopping down on it.

"What?"

"I don't know what to do Zayn. He saw me and just got into his car and drove off. He doesn't even drive his car to class!"

"Oh shit, Aria... Okay, how about if—"

"No. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking any advice from you again," I say tiredly.

Louis comes over later. He looks at me carefully as I stare him down from my position on the couch.

"Hey, Aria," he says softly.

"Do you hate me, too? Does Niall?" I can't help but ask. Louis and Niall were Harry's friends first, obviously they would take his side. But they were also my only other friends.

"What? No, of course not!" he says. "You're our friend as much as Harry is."

"No, you guys knew him first. You're closer with him," I argue softly, picking at my split ends.

"Yeah but we still love you," he says casually. A small smile grows on my face and I look at him.

"Did he tell you everything?"

Louis nods.

"I was only trying to make everyone happy."

"Yeah, we know. Have you been here ever since?"

"Yeah."

"Did you go to your classes?"

"Some," I sigh.

"Aren't you worried about falling behind? It's midterms."

"I'm two weeks ahead in all of my classes."

"Oh," his eyes widen.

"Yeah," I chuckle.

"So that's why you look like shit."

"Shut up, I still look better than you," I huff and throw a pillow at his face. Louis laughs, catching it and sits on my couch. I try to kick him away but he sits on my legs and I'm forced to be in their company as him and Zayn play video games.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Louis asks a few hours later, just when I thought I can live my life never talking about it again.

"Yes. And I'm never doing it again."

"Why? What happened?"

"He got in his car and drove off. Didn't even get to say anything." Louis looks at me in pity and I roll my eyes. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"You have to try again. Maybe give him some more time."

"No."

"That's all he needs! Just some time. Then try speaking to him again."

---

Obviously, I didn't listen to Louis. It was already humiliating being ignored by Harry the first time, I'm not doing it again.

It's been a whole week since I've lived away from home and to be honest the only reason I finally went back was because I didn't want to wash my clothes at Zayn and Rodger's. I gathered all my shit and tied my messy hair in a bun. Men's shampoo was not for me, and plus I forgot to bring my other hair products.

I wrote a note for Zayn telling him there's leftovers in the fridge and thanking him for being such a kind friend and letting me stay with him, before calling an Uber.

Seeing my own building again was relief like no other. I liked being back in the familiarity of my home. I greet the concierge shyly and wave to our security guard before getting in the elevator.

Julia shouldn't be home right now, so I'm confident no one's inside when I unlock the door.

Boy was I wrong.

"Shit!" Julia screams in panic, naked on top of a guy on the sofa.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" I yell and shut the door really quickly. There's lots of scrambling as they quickly put their clothes on and whisper-yell. I didn't get to see the guy because his legs were facing me and his face was blocked by Julia, making me wonder who it was.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Do I go back to Zayn's? No, this is my house. And Julia was not supposed to be having sex on the sofa!

I wait for a couple minutes until they get their shit together. I really hope who ever this guy is leaves so that 1. I can be left alone with Julia and 2. so I can see who it was. I'm quite curious—

The door swings open and my heart stops as a scowling Harry steps out, brushing past me without saying anything or even looking at me.

---

The hurt I felt from Harry's cold stare washed off any excitement I had about returning home. This whole thing stung. A lot.

"Aria, I'm so sorry you had to see that... um I know with your feelings for him—" Julia instantly apologizes as I walk in, dumbfounded.

"Don't," I gulp. There's a lump in my throat that won't go away. I struggle to take in my surroundings and remember what I wanted to do. I set my bag down on the small table, unsurely. "So, um, you guys got back together?" I ask in a defeated tone.

As far as I knew, Harry was hurt by both Julia and I. And the part that stung so much was he was willing to come here to be with Julia and have sex with her, but he won't even spare me a glance? Allow me to speak?

"Oh, God no. No no no," she says quickly.

"No?" I ask confused. "Then why were you two..."

"It's complicated... I mean we were both pretty fucked up about the break up and um, he came here one day drunk off his ass... we talked and one thing led to another and next thing I know our clothes are off and we were having sex." I cringe inwardly. "The next morning, he was very firm in saying that it meant nothing," she mutters.

"Were you hurt?"

"Not as much as I thought I would be..." she sighs deeply before saying, "I can't look at him the same way after finding out how much you loved him. The feelings are dissolving and I think it's the same for him."

I nod. I desperately want to ask what they talked about and what he said about me (did he even say anything about me?) but I know it's not my place to.

"I'm sorry you saw that... I wasn't expecting you to come in. It only happened a few times and I really don't want you to think I don't care about your feelings or anything—"

"Then why did you sleep with him?" I deadpan, looking straight in her eyes. Julia falters and I feel guilt course through. "I'm sorry... that's not fair. Um, I'm not mad at you or anything. You're both adults, you can make your own decisions. I guess I'm just a little hurt."

"That's what I didn't want! I'm sorry Aria, please don't feel bad—I wish I never did it now!" Julia cries. "I told myself this was going to be the last time, I swear—"

"It's alright Julia. It's not just you," I start mumbling. "He won't even look at me. I went to see him the other day but he didn't say anything to me. Just got in his car and drove away. And today he just brushed past me like I was no one. It just... hurts you know?" Julia nods in understand. "Knowing that the two people I always put before myself and my own feelings, would treat my like this." Julia freezes and opens her mouth to respond. "Don't, please. It's not that deep, okay. What happened, happened. I'll get over it. I don't want to fight anymore."

She nods.

"I'm sorry," Julia whispers again as I walk into my room. I nod, accepting her apology.

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dokidoki-tae · 5 years

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La Squadra if their daughter gets dumped before prom and she's kinda bummed out. Like she's not going to prom anymore. She's just staying home to lay around the house. Maybe a movie night with her Dad,Uncles, possibly cousins (because Melone would have 70 kids tbh) ((this is actually my biggest fear about prom))

First, if you went to prom, I hope you had fun. If you didn’t, it’s not the worst thing in the world, anon. I remember I asked someone, and two weeks before prom he told me he couldn’t go anymore because he had to work. Stupid asshole forgot I was friends with his sister, and she told me he stayed home that entire night. Lol oh well

Risotto: He’s not going to force her to go if she already made her decision to go. Though, he does tell her to not let someone control what she wants to do in life. If she has a desire to go out, then she shouldn’t rely on some date to determine whether she should or not. He’s not going to get involved in teen drama and threaten the person who dumped her. He wants his daughter to become stronger from this. He does take the night off to keep her company, asking what she would like to do. To be honest, this is enough to get her to forget about getting dumped and not going to prom. Risotto rarely had time to spend with her and this is an opportunity to have father-daughter time. She’s actually grateful about getting dump because they pushed her father to bond with her! She excitedly suggests going to the movies and getting ice cream and going out to dinner as a family because that rarely happens.

Prosciutto: God help anyone who makes his princess cry. Seriously, Prosciutto thinks his daughter is the most perfect girl ever, what blind little shit would even think about dumping her? The ungrateful little fucker. Prosciutto has to be talked out of not hunting down the person by reminding him that he cannot kill his daughter’s peer. Once he’s come back to his senses and becomes a rational human being again, he gives her a pep talk, reminding her of her value. He reminders her who she’s the daughter of and that she was born with a strong heart. Prosciutto has a soft spot for his kids especially when they are sad. His daughter brushes off the breakup the next day lol She has other things lined up. Her bounce back shows Prosciutto he was raising someone tough.

Pesci: He might cry a little when finding out, hating the thought of his daughter getting her heart broken. He tries to be reassuring, making some “there are plenty of fish in the sea” puns, prompting more tears from her. He doesn’t know what to do, so he calls Prosciutto for some help but doesn’t take it. “You’re an assassin, kill them yourself” Pesci hangs up and tries other methods. He isn’t successful in cheering her up at first, but his daughter does start to notice the effort he puts into trying to make her feel better, so she lightens up. She opens up about wanting to spend prom night at home and watch movies or something to distract her. Pesci suggests going out to the beach with the others. She shrugs, mumbling that she doesn’t care either way. So Pesci and the team head to the beach. Pesci’s kid spends time with her “cousin” (la squadra’s own kids) while the team sets up. They end up starting a bonfire and make smores. Pesci’s kid hugs her dad and thanks him for trying to make her feel better.

Formaggio: He starts talking about her ex the moment he finds out. He never liked them, always trying to kiss his ass and talk to him about soccer. It’s not enough to make his daughter feel better though. She’s moping and sighing all over the house. Formaggio has no idea how to handle it; everything he says makes it worse because he’s insensitive. After speaking to his partner, he gets an idea. He goes to talk to his daughter and opens up about all the heartbreak he had to deal with growing up the same way she did. He talked about not finding the right person until he met their other parent. Formaggio isn’t the emotional kind of guy, so this greatly moves his daughter who hugs and thanks him. Formaggio throws out the idea of teepeeing her ex’s house on prom night.

Illuso: His daughter was a sensitive person, easily crying about the smallest things ever since was a toddler. Illuso’s s/o said she got it from him. So he rolled his eyes when he heard her crying and footsteps coming in his direction, but Illuso was sensitive too. He tried to act annoyed by her weak-heartedness, but that was his baby! He couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional seeing her like that even if it was for a dumb reason. When she explained she got dumped and isn’t going to prom anymore, he understood that it was a little bit more important than he thought. He let her get her word in and assured her that she will have a fun time on prom night. That usually meant using Man in the Mirror to get into places for free. She may be sensitive (when it comes to her) but she’s still the daughter of a mafioso. Illuso makes some scheming comments though. He’s been gathering details about his daughter’s now ex in case something like this happened. Maybe they can stop by prom and embarrass them a little.

Melone: He’s a bit surprised to find out his daughter had been dumped. Why would anyone ever dump his daughter? She was beautiful and intelligent? Regardless of the reason, he feels like it’s his duty to comfort her and be a supportive parent. When he goes to her, she’s not as upset as he originally thought. Yeah, she’s sad but it’s mostly because now she doesn’t have a date and will look like a loser going to prom with only her friends. She doesn’t care about her ex; she can find someone by next week. But prom is in less than 48 hours! This has completely thrown her plans off. Melone sits there as she rants on and on about hating when things don’t go her way. “Maybe I’ve spoiled her too much,” Melone thinks. His daughter dramatically throws herself on the bed and asks her dad to set up the living room into a den. She wants to watch her favorite movies, eat her favorite junk food in a den made of blankets. Also, call her Uncles and cousins, she needs them for comfort.

Ghiaccio: Daughter can’t even be bummed in peace because she’s literally hanging off her dad, begging him not to kill anyone. Yeah, her s/o broke up with her, but she didn’t think it was worth killing her ex over. “Dad, dad! It’s okay! I’m not even that sad! Don’t kill anyone.” Ghiaccio stops when he’s outside the door, looks at his daughter, drags her back in and slams the door. He’s a little harsher, demanding to know if she wants to go to prom or not. If she does, he’s going to be disappointed that she’s letting some nobody stop her from going and he’s going to tell her to her face; he doesn’t care if she cries. If she does, then great! He thinks it’s a waste of money anyway. If she’s still sad, he softens up and comforts her in the best Ghaiccio-dad way possible. When his daughter decided not to go, it’s Ghiaccio’s partner that suggest going out together (them and the team) to get ice cream and go ice skating (two of his and his daughter’s favorite things).

#jjba #jojo hcs #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #my writing #shay replies #Anonymous

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backtobasicbellas · 5 years

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33 zadison. Can you make it angst? 😊

oof. haven’t done angst like this in awhile I hope i did it justice

zadison + “I missed something, didn’t I?”

word count: 1,775

Madison comes back to life and doesn’t speak to Zoe.

When she does, it’s a biting comment or quick answers. There’s a lot of eye rolls and scoffs, but there’s never any conversation, and it just about drives Zoe insane.

She doesn’t know what she did; the last time she saw Madison, they were laughing and teleporting around the front yard. It’s one of Zoe’s favorite early memories in the Coven.

(Aside from, you know, impaling herself.

When she’s resurrected, Kyle tells her Madison stormed out upon not being crowned Supreme. She believes him, up until she uses divination because Madison keeps coming up in her dreams and something feels off.

She cries when he’s put the stake, but she can’t forgive him for killing Madison.)

So when she comes back, looking alive as ever with Mallory trailing behind her, Zoe feels emotions hit her like a ton of bricks.

Here’s Madison, who immediately took her arm and forced a friendship upon Zoe’s arrival.

Here’s Madison, who drives Zoe up the will like no one else.

Here’s Madison, the girl who tried to steal her boyfriend but ended up sleeping with both of them.

Here’s Madison, who was endlessly infuriating but oh so powerful to have on your side.

Here’s Madison Montgomery, the cold-hearted bitch that wrecked havoc but was familiar and comfortable all the same to Zoe.

But Madison clearly isn’t going through the same emotional turmoil Zoe’s going through because when her gaze falls to the brunette, her eyes narrow and she sports a cold, nasty glare.

“Where’s your psycho zombie boyfriend?” she sneers.

(Everyone knows not to bring up Kyle.)

Zoe gapes. “I...”

Cordelia fills in, “He was burned at the stake for what he did to you, Madison.”

Madison looks from Cordelia back to Zoe and lifts an eyebrow.

“Nice to know you waited until after I died to care about me,” she says with venom dripping in her tone before walking off, glaring at Zoe as she goes.

And Zoe tries. God, she tries so hard.

Madison moves back into her old room - their room - and Zoe does her best to make sure Madison has everything she needs. She tries to be there for Madison, in case she wants to talk to her or needs anything.

“God, what are you, my guard dog?” Madison snaps at her. “I’m not a fucking baby. I know how to take care of myself.”

“I’m just trying to help,” Zoe tells her, not as meek as Madison remembers her.

“Well knock it off! I don’t need help, especially from you.”

Zoe doesn’t say anything after that, just backs up and leaves the room. It stings, how cruel Madison is being. And she could blame it on Madison’s transition back to life, back to everything she once knew, but that’s not true. Madison is for the most part adjusting just fine, talking with everyone else - even Cordelia and Misty - without a problem in the world.

It seems like Madison has a personal vendetta when it comes to Zoe, and the brunette has no idea what to do about it.

“Maybe you should try asking her,” Queenie shrugs. “Madison’s pretty blunt.”

“I can barely get a sentence out around her,” Zoe groans. “I don’t know what I did!”

Queenie gives her a look. “Your zombie boyfriend y’all were sharing killed her on your behalf.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that! I didn’t want him to do that!”

Queenie only shrugs. “I don’t know why you’re trying so hard. It’s Madison; she’s the most stubborn bitch I’ve met.”

Zoe only grunts in response.

The only time it seems like Madison isn’t bitching at her is at night. There’s panting and crying and whimpers, and at first, Zoe hesitates before she even approaches Madison’s bed. But when Madison sees her, her eyes are wide and she looks so small, Zoe can’t help but crawl into bed and hold Madison until she calms down.

These are the only moments where Madison doesn’t fight her. She lets Zoe wrap her arms around the blonde and stroke her hair.

“You’re here with me,” Zoe murmurs. “This is real, you’re alive. You aren’t in hell anymore.”

And Madison calms down enough to fall asleep before Zoe crawls back into her own bed.

But Zoe can only go on like this for so long. Madison’s attitude and yelling and sneering is becoming too much for her, for someone she has to share a bedroom with.

There was a time where Zoe would’ve genuinely considered Madison a best friend - in a weird, twisted way.

Sure, Madison was an absolute bitch, but there was always something drawing Zoe back to the starlet. She could never cut her out completely, even when she tried to come between her and Kyle, even when she was set on being the new Supreme.

Madison somehow always brought Zoe back to her.

Now, she wonders where that Madison went.

But Zoe’s had enough.

She bursts into their shared bedroom on a mission. Madison looks up from her phone in surprise, then she lets out a scoff.

“Jesus bitch, are you trying to break this old ass house or what?”

“What the fuck did I do to you?” Zoe asks, standing at the foot of Madison’s bed.

Madison rolls her eyes. “What are you going on about now?”

“You are a complete and total bitch to me,” Zoe tells her.

“That’s not new, Sherlock,” Madison deadpans.

Zoe glares at her. “You’re fine with everyone else - hell, you even get along with Misty for the most part. It’s different with me and you know it, so does everybody else. So what the fuck do you think I did to you, Madison? Why are you constantly at my throat for everything?”

Madison sits up in her bed, giving Zoe a hard look.

“Why are you acting like you’d never do anything wrong?” she asks, angry. “You’re not a fucking angel, Zoe! I know that better than anyone!”

Zoe grits her teeth, knows Madison is right, but she’s not letting her get away with this one.

“Don’t change the subject,” Zoe tells her sternly. “What is your problem with me, Madison?”

Madison takes a long look at Zoe, takes in the way her jaw is clenched and she’s leaning forward and how tense her body is. She lets out a scoff a moment later.

“All these years without me and Kyle and you still can’t figure it out?” she asks, giving Zoe a look the brunette can’t quite comprehend.

Zoe furrows her eyebrows then, completely taken by surprise at the mention of Kyle, that Madison would even use his proper name.

“What does this have to do with Kyle?”

Madison groans, looking at Zoe like she’s the most idiotic person on the planet. Zoe kind of wants to strangle her.

“It has nothing to do with him!” Madison exclaims, throwing her hands up in frustration. “It never had anything to do with him.”

Zoe tilts her head, lips twisting as she tries to understand what Madison is telling her.

“What do you mean?”

Madison scoffs, shaking her head. “Jesus Zoe, you’ve always been this fucking dense, haven’t you?”

“Madison...” Zoe says, still not following.

“It was never about Kyle,” Madison tells her quietly. “Never.”

There’s something that shifts in Madison’s eyes then. Zoe thinks there might be vulnerability there, or fear. Madison’s statement sits between them, neither looking away.

Zoe thinks about Madison before she died. She thinks about the way Madison immediately decided they’d be friends, how Madison literally brought her to the fucking morgue because Zoe wouldn’t stop moping about Kyle’s death. She thinks about the first time Madison came back to life, how they spent nights curled up in one bed, Zoe rubbing her back while Madison puked in a bucket. She thinks about how the two of them somehow always had each other’s backs, even if one second ago they’d been screaming. She thinks about how Madison fucked Kyle, and then the moment in the bathroom.

She thinks, just maybe, there’s something she didn’t pick up along the way.

The realization dawns on her face while Madison’s remains unmoved. When she looks back at her roommate, her features drop.

“I missed something, didn’t I?”

Madison snorts, but it’s self-deprecating as she avoids Zoe’s gaze.

“You could say that.”

“You never said anything,” Zoe points out.

“How could I?” Madison asks her helplessly. “We’d met each other for like a day before the bus and after that all you cared about was Kyle.”

Zoe softens, looking at Madison. “You were never just another person to me.”

“Sure felt that way,” Madison murmurs. “Especially since Kyle thought I wasn’t important enough to you to keep alive.”

Zoe sighs, standing in front of Madison now. “Mads, will you look at me?”

“No.”

“Madison.”

Madison resists an eye roll and meets Zoe’s gaze. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” Zoe says quietly. “If I knew...”

“If you knew, then what Zoe?” Madison asks with a scoff. “Don’t tell me you would’ve ditched Kyle. We both know you were in love with him.”

“He wasn’t the only one I was in love with,” Zoe admits, looking away.

“Don’t feed me that bullshit Zoe, I swear to god-”

“I’m not!” Zoe exclaims, gaping. “Seriously Madison, you can’t ever let yourself have anything?”

“Don’t tell me what I want to hear,” Madison tells her. “You know I’ve never wanted that.”

“Madison please,” Zoe begs. “Can you just listen to me?”

Madison looks visibly upset now, and Zoe’s stomach turns in a wicked way.

“Just go away Zoe,” she says, but it’s not as cold as it usually is.

It’s broken and too soft of a voice to belong to Madison Montgomery, but it’s hers all the same. She crawls back onto her bed, shuffling until she’s under the sheets.

“Leave me alone, please.”

Zoe stands there, defeated. She thinks her heart is breaking all over again, and this time it’s different from Kyle or Charlie or anything else.

She is coming apart by watching Madison do the same.

“Madison...”

“Zoe please.”

Madison’s tone is desperate, her voice cracks and Zoe knows they’re really in it now.

“O..okay,” she finally says, stepping away. “I...I’ll go.”

She walks out of the room, looking back to see Madison’s shoulders shaking and it kills Zoe to know that this is her doing, that she’s undone Madison in a way no one else in the house has before.

She doesn’t know if they’ll come back from this, if they can move forward.

But she knows she’ll keep trying.

#zadison #mm read more doesn't work when i answer asks #noted #minific

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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hi i’m a little drunk/hungover lmao so just a disclaimer if some of the answers sound a lil too out-there

What is your middle name? ‘Middle name’ is always a tricky term given the different naming customs in the Philippines. My second given name is Isabelle, but what means middle name here is basically my mom’s original surname before getting married, and I’m not giving that away haha. What was your first job? I haven’t had my first job but my first legit internship was at a PR firm. What is your favorite pizza topping? It’s not the most popular opinion out there, but barbecue chicken. I tried BBQ pizza once and never looked back. What was the name of your first imaginary friend? Katrina was the name of my first and only imaginary friend. I was annoyed it wouldn’t talk back to me, so I ditched her after like seven minutes. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Tobi, my rabbit. He was a sweet one.

How tall are you? Somewhere between 5′1′ and 5′2″ but definitely not 5′2″. List three celebrities that are your height. Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are sort of my height, but I can’t think of a third one. What was your first CD? Pretty sure it was the Camp Rock soundtrack. If not, it would be Beyoncé’s I Am... Sasha Fierce. Idk, they came out the same year. Does your zodiac sign fit your personality? I’m a Taurus, and I’d say most of the descriptions/habits attributed to Tauruses apply to me, but then again so do the descriptions for all the other signs. What is your zodiac sign? ^ What is your Chinese zodiac sign? Year of the tiger. Does your Chinese zodiac sign fit your personalIty? I never cared for Chinese beliefs, so I don’t know how Tiger babies are supposed to be like. What is your favorite color? Right now it’s pastel pink but I also like black, sky blue, and mustard yellow. What was your first favorite color? Purple, because it was my great-grandma’s favorite and all her stuff used to be purple. Which travel destination is top on your bucket list? Right now, it’s Thailand because of all the museums, temples, and street food. Plus I want to conquer Southeast Asia first before I head out to other continents, haha. Have you ever been on a missions trip? Never. Back in my old school they used to give out envelopes to each of us once a year so those who were willing could donate to fund the people going on such trips, but that’s pretty much my only experience with the whole thing. What's your shoe size? My feet can fit in either size 6.5 or 7 shoes. What grade were you in when you had your first crush? My first legit non-celebrity crush was embarrassingly my Grade 5 science teacher. But if we counted reality in the picture, it was Andi, in Grade 6. What color hair did your first crush have? Black. Does anyone know who your first crush was? Not really. It was a small crush and she’s since migrated and is hella straight, so it would be weird to bring up a crush I had ten years ago. It probably wouldn’t be as weird if we stayed close, but we have definitely drifted apart since then. Who was your first celebrity crush? Ashley Tisdale. And that crush was also the reason Ashley was my favorite girl’s name throughout my childhood and tween years haha. Do you keep a diary or journal and write in it frequently? This is essentially my diary. I wouldn’t say I post frequently, especially when I’m busy with school. I usually post during weekends when I have some free time. What was/were the best years of your life so far? The latter half of high school was great, and so was the second half of my time in college. The thing with me is that my adjustment periods in new experiences usually initially go down messily and miserably for me and it takes a while for me to warm up to the environment and the people. But once I do, I end up having the good time I had been envisioning and wishing for. Do you have regrets? I have one big one, but that’s it. I don’t like storing regrets in my head. What do you regret the most? I’ve always felt sorry for myself for having a hard time adjusting in new places. It something I could never help; my first years in high school were marred by failing marks and having no friends, and my first years in college were also spent having no friends, no place to stay in but my car during my breaks, and a lot of self-pity crying and self-harming in said car. I know it was something I felt and couldn’t get out of during the time, but I wish someone told me to just not be afraid and start doing stuff much earlier. There’s been a number of opportunities that I let fly by me just because I was depressed and moped around all day. While I’m grateful for the experiences I have now, I just regret the fact that I could have had more if I didn’t adjust so badly. Are you double-jointed? Nope. What are you allergic to? No allergies. Have you ever owned a designer purse? A couple, but tbh they are hand-me-downs from my mom. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Glasses. I can’t imagine wearing contacts, I hate the idea of putting, dropping, or inserting anything in my eyes :/ Have you ever had to use an epi pen? I have not. Do you prefer online shopping or in-store shopping? In-store for clothes so I get to try them on or see their actual size; online shopping for literally everything else. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Like I said in a previous survey, I still question it to this day. I’ve been in one relationship so I don’t really have a grasp of what I want, but it’s never bothered me... it’s not something I feel pressured to know or discover. Demisexual seems to fit me best, so that’s what I go by most days. Did you ever dream of running away from home? I did, as most disgruntled, emo, puberty-stricken teenagers do. What color was your first phone? I think the phone itself was gray? but I got it with a red Winnie the Pooh case. Who do you know who is colorblind? I may know someone, but I’m probably not aware that they are. Do you know anyone with Down's syndrome? Yesssss, one of my aunt’s has Down’s and she is the sweetest, most adorable person. How much do you weigh (only answer if comfortable)? The only time this question has been asked politely lmao. I’m a little under 100 lbs. Have you ever been overweight? Never. I’ve always been either underweight or just...healthy weight lol. Name one friend you miss. [continued from yesterday, so I’m definitely not hungover anymore haha] Sofie. She used to be a best friend, so I miss her the most out of all my past friends. Have you ever made a huge mistake? I’d be surprised if anyone also aged 21 hasn’t made a big mistake in their lives. What pharmacy do you use? My family never really needs to go to pharmacies. Our go-to drugstore is Mercury Drug, if anything. Do you take a lot of prescription meds? Nope.

Do you take vitamins? I used to, but my mom stopped buying when I was like 15 or 16. How many pairs of Lularoe leggings do you own? Zero. Do you prefer skinny jeans or jeggings? Both sound uncomfortable, but I’d wear skinny jeans between the two. What color is your Christmas tree? Green. What color Christmas tree do you want to have in your hosuse someday? Just plain old traditional green would be fine. It makes everything feel Christmassy the most. What color house did you grow up in? It’s white with a red roof and a maroon gate. Have you ever been baptized? If so, how and where? Yep. I got a Catholic baptism and if I’m not mistaken it was in a church in Makati. Do you ever feel embarrased and think to yourself, "I'm so stupid"? Duh. Do you think you look better with long or short haIr? Short hair. I actually just got a haircut (my first in nearly two years) and finally got bangs like half an hour ago lmao. What type of wedding do you want? I don’t know about ‘types’ of weddings... but my dream wedding would be big but still traditional, held in a huge venue with lots of flowers with either an all-white or pastel motif (or a bit of both) and 200-300 guests with delicious food and an open bar and a great live band. Who is someone you wanted to be able to trust but just couldn't? An old friend back in Grade 5 who ultimately taught me how much trust is supposed to mean, Marielle. Do you read a devotional? No. What's your favorite devotional? Where did you go on your first plane ride? My family and I went to Boracay. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Rapunzel from Tangled. Are you taller or shorter or the same height as your mom? I’m a bit shorter. Do you wish you could afford expensive make-up? Nah, I never wear makeup so it wouldn’t make sense for me to buy them to begin with. Do you make some of the stupidest decisions? I make at least one every day. What country would you most like to visit? Morocco! Or Turkey. What is your heritage? Filipino. What was your first job? I haven’t had a job. Did you like your first job? What are all the jobs you've had? What are jobs you'd like to have? These days I look for money more than fulfillment, so I think I’d be happy with any job that makes me loaded at the end of the day lmao. Have you ever experienced something supernatural? I have not, but I’ve endlessly heard stories from family and friends who have. Do you believe in God? Absolutely not. Do you love God with all your heart? Who is your best friend? Gabie. Do you make your bed every day? Yeah I do. My mom requires me to and besides, it feels so much better coming home to a neat bed. How do you most commonly wear your hair? I usually wear it down. Which family member did you get your hair color from? All Filipinos have black hair. What is your natural hair color? ^

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sweetheartjeongguk · 6 years

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tough luck

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: harry potter au, fluff, crack

rating: pg-13 (cursing)

warning(s): brief mentions of vomiting, jungkook making a fool of himself

word count: 5.1k+

summary: rule number one: always check the expiration date of potions. rule number two: never trust kim seokjin with anything.

masterlist

Since his arrival at the age of 11 to the illustrious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jungkook’s made quite the name for himself.

At the tender (and awkward) age of fifteen, he became the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He’s excelling in nearly of all of his classes except Potions – in his defense, Slughorn really has it out for him. With bright doe eyes and a cute bunny smile, Jungkook could get out of anything faster than you can say “Dumbledore!”. Thanks to his tightknit group of friends, Hogwarts has really become his second home.

But there are two things that Jungkook could never get right, no matter how hard he tries – passing Potions class and talking to you.

He despises Potions with his entire being. His strengths lie on the more physical classes like Defense Against the Dark Arts or Quidditch. Hell, he even prefers learning about tea leaves in Divination than brewing random concoctions with the one man that can’t stand his presence. His philosophy is that he could always purchase some readymade potions during his visits to Diagon Alley – no need to complicate his life further by forcing his mediocre hand at a skill he’s severely lacking in. Slughorn even said so himself – he and Jungkook, like water and oil, will never mix.

You, on the other hand, are a different story.

Unlike Jungkook, you aren’t known to be in the spotlight. While you have a nice cluster of friends who you could count on for moral support during OWLs and cheap firewhiskey at end-of-the-year parties, you’re usually always alone with your nose in a book and your head in the clouds. Even your parents have had to remind you to get out of bed and be productive instead of staying in bed with a new novel nestled between the pillows. Unlike Jungkook who lives and breathes Quidditch, you prefer activities that require both feet on the ground. While most of it has to do with the fact that you had a near-death experience at a Quidditch match when you were 7 years old, it also stems from your ordinary distaste for physical activity. Why risk your life hundreds of feet up in the air on a flimsy broomstick when you can have just as much as fun at ground level?

Almost all of your friends disagree with you.

You’re also Professor Slughorn’s unofficial protege, his very own teacher’s pet. You suspect that it’s mainly because he found your endless lineage of wealthy and famous pureblooded Slytherins a rather attractive feat, but he also sheds credit on your seemingly effortless potion making. The skill was passed down to you from your mother and her mother before her, and it just made sense that you would be the one to carry the metaphorical torch.

To him and many other admirers (Jungkook’s definitely not jealous about that), you’re the pride and joy of Slytherin House, and rightfully so. You have the attitude, the drive, and the intelligence, checking all the boxes of not only a model Slytherin but a respectable Hogwarts student. Jungkook should have disliked you – after all, you’re a Slytherin, the infamous rival of Gryffindor House. While the stereotypes and mutual hatred has drastically declined over the years, there’s still residual competitiveness between the two houses.

If only it wasn’t for his massive, not-so subtle crush on you since first year.

“I still don’t understand how she hasn’t noticed your obnoxious staring yet.” Taehyung snorts as he practically inhales the plate of rice and meat. “You’ve got to learn to be subtle. I can only take so much secondhand embarrassment from you before it just turns into pity.”

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook frowns, his lips drooping into a pitiful pout. “I’m just blanking out about something, that’s all.”

“Dude, you’ve been staring at her at the Slytherin table for the past twenty minutes, and I’m 99.9% sure you haven’t even blinked.”

At this, Jungkook forces his eyes to close, not even noticing how dry and sore they feel. Was he really looking at you for that long?

“Whatever.” Jungkook mutters as he turns to his own meal, pushing his vegetables around with his fork. “She probably doesn’t even notice me anyway...”

“It’s not really a question of her noticing you, but more a question of her even liking you.” Jimin laughs, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green robes as he reaches across the table for two more bread rolls and a hefty serving of mashed potatoes.

Taehyung shoots the blonde Slytherin a sharp glare, but the latter’s too preoccupied with shoveling potatoes into his cheeks that he fails to notice the looming darkness over Jungkook’s face. With a sigh, Taehyung attempts at an encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry kiddo, she’s probably just shy herself.” Taehyung shrugs. “Once you go up and talk to her, I’m sure that—”

“H-Hyung, I can’t just do that!” Jungkook blanches white.

“Why not?” Jimin raises an eyebrow, cheeks still puffy with food. “It’s easy. All you got to do is t—”

“Hyung…” Jungkook whines in a borderline childish tone.

How pathetic would he sound if he explains to his two best friends, who are both equally outgoing and unafraid to go out of their way to get what they want, that he feels as though his whole world would collapse into a giant abyss at the thought of sharing a conversation with you? That the only words you’ve ever exchanged with him were “Hey, can you pass me that?” and “Y-Yeah, sure”? That since then, he’s been afraid to utter another word to you in fear of looking like a complete fool?

“Kook, you good?” Jimin asks, mild concern in his voice. “You don’t have, I was just s—”

“Nothing!” Jungkook squeaks in panic. “Nothing! I’m fine, I’ll…find a way, I guess.”

Fortunately for Jungkook, Jimin got the hint, and the conversation about you becomes a thing of the past as they all fall into a deep debate about who is going to beat who in the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Jungkook forces himself to stop glancing at your table, but he still can’t help but catch a glimpse every so often when Jimin and Taehyung weren’t looking. His blood rushes a little faster in his ears when he catches sight of you, face shoved close towards the pages of your textbook and your hand scribbling across a blank piece of parchment. He smiles to himself, you must have been cramming for one of your classes and couldn’t find time outside of lunch to do it.

Around you, your friends are engaged in an intense gossip and laughing at the top of their lungs, but you barely pay them any attention. You’re completely ignorant to your surroundings as you delve deeper in the chapters and the practically incomprehensive material. There’s a tingle at the back of your neck, as if someone’s watching you closely, but you ignore it.

It’s probably nothing, like always.

“You know, it’s getting kinda sad seeing you mope over a girl like this, especially a Slytherin. What’s holding you back?”

Jungkook ignores the frustrated tone of his older friend Namjoon as he shuffles around the bedroom in search of his Quidditch padding. Namjoon lives in another section of the dormitory where the upperclassmen stay in since he’s a year away from graduating while Jungkook rooms with other underclassmen who still have a couple more years left in their Hogwarts education. He’s laid on his side on top of Jungkook’s bed, smushing his side of his face against the horde of pillows the younger boy keeps stacked against the headboard.

“Time’s ticking, Kookie…” Namjoon says mockingly. “Tick tock, tick tock, tick—”

“Are you done?” Jungkook grumbles in annoyance. He finally finds the missing padding and shoves it deep inside his training bag. “The opportunity just hasn’t…arisen yet. That’s all, no big deal.”

“Oh no, I can keep going with this.” Namjoon smirks, pulling a pillow against his chest. “I’ll keep asking for as long as I’m here if it’ll get you to untangle your asshairs and talk to her, for crying out loud. I can’t keep being seen with you if you keep disappointing me like this.”

Jungkook grimaces at the mental image flashing across his vision. “You and Seokjin hyung are literally one and the same. Also, how is it any of your business who I talk to?”

“First of all, hyung and I practically raised you. Second of all, I have every right to know who you’re potentially going to spend the rest of your life with.” Namjoon pauses to beam up at Jungkook in equal parts sarcasm and genuineness. “If I don’t make it my business, who will?”

“Literally everyone else. You all share one brain cell, remember?” Jungkook sighs exasperatedly. “I’ve finally got Jimin off my back last night, I don’t need him to be reminded again.”

“Be careful with what you say, Kook.” Namjoon points out cockily. “Who knows, maybe one of us will shoot their shot and snatch your witch from you.”

“Do that and I will make sure you never graduate, hyung!”

“Aw, how romantic. I’ll be sure to mention it in my best man speech at your wedding!”

Weeks go by, and still no progress on Jungkook’s part. He still watches you from afar, albeit less often now that he knows his entire friend group has their eye on him, hoping that he’ll finally grow the balls to ask you out. Namjoon even contacted Seokjin and their other friend Yoongi at their jobs in the Ministry about the situation which ended up in the two aurors-in-training sending Jungkook a Howler with the booming message of “Ask her out already, dick head!”

Since then, the Gryffindor has been on edge. He doesn’t want to force himself into speaking to you because for all he knows, he’s just going to choke on his words or worse, vomit all over you just as he did to an entire row of parents at his kindergarten play about planting more trees. The traumatic memory of his classmates’ laughter and the acidic aftertaste lingers in both the back of his mind and the back of his mouth.

Shivering under the frigid draft inside the library, Jungkook forces himself to concentrate as he continues writing down notes on his parchment. His essay on the usefulness of memory potions is due the following class period, and all of the intensive Quidditch practices and constant afterparties inside Gryffindor Tower prevented him from completing it earlier in the month. Slughorn already despises him enough, so adding fuel to the fire isn’t going to help – even if he does share a mutual hatred for the professor and could care less about his opinion towards him at this point.

Who knows, maybe if he whips out an incredible essay that reaches the masses and inspires all of the wizarding community, you’ll be so impressed and agree to go out on a date with him which would eventually lead to getting married and buying a house and—

Jungkook shakes himself loose from his thoughts before he could fall back into an embarrassing daydream about you (again). Flipping through the pages of the Potions textbook, his eyes trace over the chapter titles in the table of contents in search for the Memory section when one header catches his eye.

Luck Potions.

His curiosity is instantly peaked. After making note of the page number, he flips through the middle of the book until he lands on the page he’s looking for. Squinting at the tiny print, Jungkook runs the subsection below the title.

The most common form of luck potion is felix felicis, also known as liquid luck! When brewed correctly, it increases the luck of the drinker. A little help from this potion, and a bad day turns into a great day!

His index finger taps the paper in contemplation as he skims through the rest of the section, making note of the history, ingredients, and wand movements for brewing. The ingredients would definitely be hard to come by, considering that he’s still at school and he doubts that Slughorn would lend him ingredients like Murtlap tentacle and Ashwinder egg so easily.

His heart sinks even lower when he reads the brewing time for the potion.

Brewing time: 6 months.

“I don’t have time for that.” He whispers in anguish. “What to do, what to do…”

The girl across the table from him shoots him a weird look, lifting her textbook closer to her face and shoving two earbuds inside as Jungkook continues muttering inaudible words under his breath.

At this point, Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if he finds out that life’s rigged itself against him on purpose. He’s ready to give up, turn the page, and get back to work on the assignment he was meant to be writing for the past two hours, but for some reason, he stops himself. The fancy golden script at the top of the page is almost too tempting to shy away from, its ornate glow enticing him to continue reading. He can hear his friends’ voices now, pleading with him to rethink his plan of brewing a high-level potion with his mediocre skills.

But how hard could it be, really? Besides, it’s not like he has to complete the potion by himself.

In fact, he knows just the person to ask.

After slamming his textbook closed and alarming the same girl at his table into a full-bodied flinch, he dashes out of the library and in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, ignoring the calls of “Hey, Jungkook!” and “Hey Cap, when’s the next practice?”. When he’s finally safe and sound in his bedroom, albeit struggling to catch his breath, Jungkook rips a jagged piece of paper from his notebook with a quill already in hand.

Dear Seokjin hyung, I have a HUGE favor to ask, but don’t tell Namjoon and the others…

“Y/N, how delightful to see you, my dear! Have you met my colleague, Archimedes? He’s one of my old friends from Hogwarts, he works at the Ministry now as their Head Auror.”

Once again, you find yourself plucked from the comfort of your dormitory bed and into the uncomfortable atmosphere of a Slughorn dinner party. He had invited you a few days ago, claiming that you just had to join him and the rest of your classmates for his holiday dinner. This was his slyly obvious way of slipping your accomplishments towards his peers while also capitalizing on your success as if he was the reason for it all.

While you know the man has good intentions, it wouldn’t kill him to back off just a tad – just enough for you to breathe, at least.

“Professor Slughorn, always a pleasure indeed. And no, I have not, but it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” You twist your lips into what you hope looks like a polite smile. “How can I be of your assistance tonight, sir?”

“Oh, darling, no need to be so formal!” His large pot belly jiggles as he laughs wholeheartedly. “Tonight’s all about celebration! Just relax, enjoy the night! Oh look, there’s a few of my colleagues I wish for you to meet, if you don’t mind.”

“O-Oh, that sounds—”

“Horace!” A voice calls out from the other end of the room, successfully pulling Slughorn’s attention away from you.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to bolt, sneaking behind a gaggle of students in stuffy wizard robes as you make your way towards your friends who have been leaning against the backwall the entire time with looks of intense boredom plastered on their face.

“There you are, I thought Slughorn successfully kidnapped you this time.” Sooyoung smirks jokingly, both hands occupied with a champagne flute filled with cider and a tiny plate of hors d’oeuvres. “It’s nice to see that you’re still in one piece.”

“Barely.” You sigh tiredly as you reach to grab a cool glass of Butterbeer from your friend Sana. “Please hide me for the rest of the night, I’ll pay you five galleons.”

“Lies, you don’t have five galleons.” Sooyoung scoffs. “I should know, I was the one dusting off the cobwebs from your piggy bank the other night.”

You pout in defeat. “I’ll look over your dog for the weekend!”

Sooyoung sends you a strange grimace. “I don’t even have a dog, we’re not even allowed dog—”

“Please?”

“Maybe you should ask Jeon for some assistance. He looks more than willing.” Sana interjects with a giggle.

Your two friends beam in amusement at the redness blossoming across your skin. It’s a known fact in your friend group that you horde a small (ginormous) crush on Jeon Jungkook, the infamous Quidditch captain and golden boy of Gryffindor.

Growing up in a Slytherin household means that your parents hold extremely high expectations of you. Under their eyes, you’re to marry into another Slytherin household, continuing your legacy with your future generations. While they’ve become lax with their views on your non-Slytherin, non-pureblooded friends as well as with your plans of traveling the world after graduation instead of deciding on an arranged marriage like they had hoped, you’re not sure how they would react towards your attraction to a Gryffindor half-blood.

“You’re not funny, Sana.” You hiss in response, brows furrowed into an embarrassed frown.

“This time, I’m not even joking.” Sana hums knowingly. “If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”

Eventually, your stubbornness forces you to break from your hesitation and shoot your gaze to where Sana was looking. You first notice Jungkook’s Gryffindor friend Taehyung who’s too preoccupied in making a fool of himself by the punch bowl with his weird dance moves. The other friend and a fellow Slytherin, Jimin, cheers him on, falling back against Jungkook in full-bodied laughter. Shifting your stare to the left of him, your breath hitches in your throat when you meet two wide eyes.

“Told you so.” Sana smirks as she takes a sip of her Butterbeer. “Now, that will be five galleons.”

You definitely noticed him staring at you, and now you’re the one doing the staring. Jungkook’s eyes dart back and forth between you and his friends, the panic rising in his chest. The others are too distracted in their dancing to notice his dilemma. While he’s somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to deal with his friends going into an entire teasing session, a little help would still be nice.

A little help.

As if a lightbulb dings to life above his head, Jungkook instantly reaches into his pocket inside his blue dress robes and tugs out the small vial of a glittery golden liquid. Seokjin had sent him the potion via owl that morning, along with a note with the message “Use wisely”. He sighs in relief when he notices that it was still filled to the brim, no sign of leakage or contamination whatsoever.

After Jungkook had sent him the letter detailing his you-related anxieties, Seokjin had quickly written Jungkook back with his plan. In exchange for Jungkook’s undying devotion (or his soul, in Jungkook’s opinion), Seokjin would contact one of his friends for a vial, making sure to send it over as soon as possible. Instead of risking expulsion by stealing from Slughorn’s store and potentially creating a faulty and dangerous potion, Seokjin would rely on the help from one of his trusted associates.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ve been buying from him for years, and he hasn’t let me down since!”

There’s no more time left to waste.

With a quick pop of the cap, he discreetly chugs the potion down, its gilded warmth running smoothly down his throat before spreading across his chest and settling inside his stomach. At first, nothing happens. In fact, it’s nearly so anticlimactic that Jungkook feels a frustrated flood of tears in his eyes. What if the potion Seokjin gave him turns out to be a placebo, and his true plan was all a means for Jungkook to learn his lesson about being more confident in himself?

Then, like a brick to the face, it hits him.

“Woah!”

Jimin and Taehyung snap out of their loud laughter at the sudden outburst. Their expressions grow more inquisitive when they notice Jungkook standing motionless and staring at his palms as if they were about to catch on fire at any moment.

“You okay there, Kook?” Taehyung asks warily.

Their concern grows exponentially when slowly, Jungkook’s mouth twitches into a large grin. A grin too toothy and too stretched out across his face, an image not unlike a clown or a creepy doll. The sight sends uncomfortable shivers up Jimin’s spine.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jungkook sighs airily. “Everything is just so swell!”

“Um…okay?” Taehyung shares a look with Jimin. “Do…you need us to get you anything? Some water?”

“Nope!” Jungkook smiles cheerily, his arms swaying from side to side while lifting up and down on his heels. “Thank you for asking, you two are truly the greatest friends a guy like me could ever ask for.”

“Okay, this is weird.” Jimin whispers into Taehyung’s ear. “He was literally panicking a second ago. Also, he’d never say that about us. He’s too much a little shit.”

“Did you sneak some firewhiskey into his goblet or something?” Taehyung mutters back, receiving a brisk shake of the head. “Someone must have spiked his goblet or something, but it wasn’t me.”

Jungkook’s entire body feels alight with fireworks, the anxiety that once riddles his chest and floods his thoughts dissipating like a thinning fog. He takes a moment to absorb his surroundings, humming at the intricate holiday decorations strung about the room and at every passing person. He’s completely immune to their weird sneers and not-so quiet whispering, his mind traveling back to his only purpose of the night.

There’s nothing much left to lose anyway.

With a quick deep breath in and out, Jungkook strides towards the other side of the room, ignorant towards his older friends’ panicked exclaims as the distance between you and him closes dramatically. His eyes glitter with excitement when you finally notice him approaching, the glass of Butterbeer in your hand slowly dropping from your peach-stained lips. Your friends nearly burst at the seams when Jungkook stops a mere foot away from you, the obnoxiously wide smile tightening his flushed cheeks.

Inside, your heart is beating at a thousand miles per minute. Never in your life did you ever think Jeon Jungkook would ever have the desire to come up to have a conversation. At first, you brushed it off as a trick of the light, but now with him standing in front of you with an expectant glint, it’s almost good to be true.

“Why, hello Jungkook, it’s wonderful to see you here.” You don’t miss the double meaning behind Sooyoung’s words. “I’m surprised you were even invited, considering the fact that Slughorn hates your guts.”

“Oh, that!” Sooyoung flinches at Jungkook’s loud tone. “Yeah, he didn’t invite me. I just tagged along with Taehyung since he got an invitation.”

“Oh, like a date?” You mutter teasingly, instantly flooding with regret when your voice comes off as bland. Also…

What kind of stupid comment is that?!

Thankfully, Jungkook catches onto your joke and gleams back at you. “He wishes, but I just so happen to have my eye on someone else.”

“Is that so?” You nearly choke on your own tongue. A quick gulp of Butterbeer is enough to soothe your dry throat. “They’re a lucky one.”

“If anything, I’m the lucky one.” Jungkook sighs dreamily, crossing his arms behind his back and swaying from side to side. You freeze when you feel his body tilt closer to yours. “They’re one of a kind, and I hope that tonight I can finally—”

Jungkook squawks to a stop. Literally.

You recoil at the unexpected noise, watching warily as Jungkook holds his throat in embarrassment.

What was that?

“Are…you okay?” You ask. Your hand twitches as if it wants to lift up and grasp Jungkook’s shoulder, but your other hand comes around to hold it in place, forcing it by your side.

“Yes, I’ll be fi—” Another squawk. “What the fu—” Squawk. “Hyung! Help—” The birdlike screech is never-ending, but slowly a feeling of dread washes over Jungkook.

A majority of the party is already watching the mess of a situation from the corner of their eyes, whispering to each other and giggling snootily to themselves. Jungkook barely hears you shouting his name alongside Jimin and Taehyung as he turns to make a run for the exit, his focus only on getting far away from the party and you as possible.

His hands clench into angry fists as he slows down into a tired stroll in the school’s courtyard. It’s completely barren, the grass topped with a thick layer of frost and the hanging torches illuminating each pathway. The snow crunches underneath Jungkook’s boots as he stomps away to a bench, brushing off the frozen excess before sitting down with a thud. He regrets not bringing a warmer robe, but he also didn’t expect to have to run out in the middle of the party after making a total fool of himself in front of not just you but everyone in attendance.

“Why, why, why?” Jungkook shoves his chilly face into his palms. “I’m such an idiot.”

The potion was supposed to be a success! Seokjin said so, even going out by saying that he completely trusted the guy and that Jungkook had nothing to worry about. At least Jungkook knows what’s next on his to-do list tomorrow.

Number one: Kick the shit out of Seokjin hyung for selling me bogus luck potions.

Rubbing at his temples, he lets out another sigh.

“Why is it always me?”

“Why, indeed…”

His head shoots up at the voice beside him, shocking him out of his pitiful mumblings. His throat swells up and his chest seizes in panic at the sight of you in your thin cardigan and strapless dress, seated next to him on the tiny, frost-bitten bench with your arms crossed over your chest.

“O-Oh, h-hi.” Jungkook spits nervously.

Still afraid that the screeching sounds would start again, he keeps his words to a minimum.

“Any reason why you ran out on me back there?” Your voice subtly wavers, but thankfully Jungkook would just think it’s from the cold. “Gave us a little scare, especially your friends. They asked me to go check on you.”

Jungkook slightly crumbles. So, you were forced to talk to him.

“I also kinda feel like it was partially my fault, so if there’s anything that I did…” You trail off awkwardly.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Oh, no, no!” He clears his throat as he feels the familiar build of a squawk in his throat. “It’s not you, it’s—”

“Me?” You scoff jokingly. “I’m not a half-blood or Muggle-born, but I know my fair share of Muggle rejections.”

“U-Uh, I didn’t mean it like that!” Jungkook stammers fretfully. “It’s just that…”

“It’s just…what?” You frown.

How does one explain to the girl that he likes that the only way he could speak to her was through a luck potion that gave him just enough confidence to mutter two coherent words? You’d just look at him like he’s a complete fool – rightfully so. Then, you’d walk right back to the party, cackle about the situation to your friends, and never speak to him again.

Yup, sounds about right to him.

He’s sick of it, sick of having to watch from a distance because he’s too much of a coward to tell you that you’re beautiful to your face. Too much of a coward to reach out to hold your hand, feeling its softness in his own rough, calloused palm. Too much of a coward to tell you how he truly feels.

Suddenly, like a dam bursting under pressure, his rambling thoughts spill out of his mouth.

“I’m so, so, so, so into you and I think that you’re such an amazing person, but I’ve never talked to you before and it’d be weird to just go up to you and ask if you could be my girlfriend because hey, weirdo! So, I thought it would be a good idea to make a luck potion but I’m completely shite at potions, everybody knows this, so I wrote to my friend Seokjin hyung about it and—”

As Jungkook babbles on at lightspeed, he barely registers the growing happiness on your face, the rosy tint in your cheeks not caused by the chilly winter air, and the twitching of your fingers towards his own.

“—But I’m pretty sure that he sold me a wonky potion anyway which means there’s just going to be a huge lawsuit on his hands because what if I died, you know?! Even though I don’t want Seokjin hyung to be responsible for it because hey, I’m still just a kid—”

Jungkook is frozen stiff when he feels supple lips against his, effectively muffling his words and drawing him back into reality. Suddenly, he feels the breeze against his face, the scent of your flowery perfume in his nose, your frigid fingers seeking warmth with his, and more importantly – your lips against his.

Slowly, he melts into your touch, eyelids fluttering closed and mouth moving in tandem with yours. After a couple minutes of soft kisses and gentle hand caresses, you let go, wet lips smacking together as you pull away. You giggle when you see that Jungkook still has his eyes closed, lips puckered, and hand stretched outwards to grab yours.

“You’re cute, but you talk too much.” You land a tiny peck on the tip of his nose. “Also, I’m pretty sure your friend either gave you a badly expired potion or sent you a babbling potion on purpose.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook growls as the possibilities settle in. It’s not unlike Seokjin to do that, especially when it came to someone like Jungkook who he personally enjoyed watching crash and burn. “I’ll be writing him a very detailed letter.”

“Or…” You lean over to intertwine your hands. “We can send him a horde of Howlers, one for each day of the week until he caves.”

Jungkook falls into a mischievous smirk. “You really are a Slytherin, are you?”

“Go on a date with me next weekend, I’ll show you how much of a Slytherin I can be.”

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[ CHARACTER STUDY; SAITAMA & GENOS ]

THE FOLLOWING ANALYSIS CAN GO EITHER PLATONICALLY VIEWED OR ROMANTICALLY FOR THE DUO. i don’t care how you interpret it. go nuts! just know this is long as fuck.

I’m so GLAD Genos and Saitama have each other now. Without each other,,, genos would be wrecklessly trying to push himself to the point of near death and saitama would be wallowing in his own depression but now saitama has something to look forward to talking wise and genos has someone who cares so much about his well-being that he refuses to let him try and basically kill himself like the way he used to. now genos has someone who actually worries if he'll make it through a fight instead of just trying to self destruct at everything he just about loses to. he has been given a safer and more realistic goal to look forward to and he's become more relaxed. saitama's been able to be more expressive since he's constantly with genos, and he doesn't feel as empty because he feels like he has a reason to live now. it's clear that when they're apart saitama worries endlessly for genos (and once worries that something horrific would happen to genos if he were by himself) but without genos around he immediately goes back to his old, lonely ways and feels so unbearably sad and lonely that even king's like "shit man. u ok". and guess what? the moment he sees genos is safe and not dead or hanging on by a string, he’s IMMEDIATELY far happier and even visibly cheers up, and king’s like “WOAH you look awfully refreshed” and saitama’s like “yeah dude my head’s suddenly clear” and if that isn’t love then i don’t know what is.

Of course kuseno cares if genos almost dies, but the thing is, kuseno seems to be just as bent on finding that cyborg as genos is. I feel like... though kuseno still cares for genos PERIOD, he seems to be pretty iffy on the fact that genos has been given more realistic goals to shoot for by saitama and even comments "you're seriously trying to aim for be s rank 1? is that what your master told you to do? what happened to getting vengence against the mad cyborg? where's your passion for that?" and genos is just. shocked and doesn't even reply for a moment and he's like "uh.. i mean.. OF COURSE i still want vengence but i gotta do what sensei wants.." etcBut I do think kuseno notes that this is for the better anyways, iffy feelings or not, because at least genos isn't basiclaly dragging himself in every single week and in tatters, because hell, while genos is strong even when saitama and him first met what was his solution to battles he couldn't win, and even sometimes now? use my core, self destruct, im not worthy of defeating the borg if im losing to this, time to end it, sorry dr kuseno, family, master etc Now Saitama steps in, and I was just REMINDED OF THIS SCENE IN PARTICULAR but like the arc where saitama knocks out genos in the middle of him and sonic’s fight? He was concerned for genos and as someone who rarely expresses concern or care for others, don't you think it's very telling that he stepped in on his own volition to make sure genos didn't get hurt to beat sonic's ass?even sonic comments "are you trying to protect him?" and saitama's like "yeah, of course" and he's clearly getting serious because he doesn't want genos hurt. hell, he even basically ghosted fubuki the moment he saw genos and sonic fighting! saitama really does worry a lot for genos and some of the things he worries about are really concerning.. but this isn't the first time he's been pretty scared for genos. remember the deep sea king fight? he was afraid genos bit the dust there for a it and even visibly relaxes when he finds out genos is okay and he says "Don't ever scare me like that again!" As for the saitama part of things, it's not hard to see the difference of before genos vs after genos. Genos brought color to his world and gave him company, and it's what he claims he never wanted but it's clear how much it helped him. I feel like if it weren't for genos, saitama would be just as shelled up if not more than he used to be -- he didn't really have much of anything to do and it's obvious he was starting to get bored of... life, to put it lightly. But when genos basically asserts himself into his life? he starts to feel again. he's not moping all the time, he has somebody to talk to instead of harmfully isolating himself. he's the kind of guy who was alone with his thoughts for too long -- we get glimpses of it every now and them, but we can clearly tell that he's got a lot of sad emotional baggage. it all stems from being too strong, ofc. but, still, he is DEEPLY troubled by it and life basically lost all meaning for him. any farther and i feel like he would've legitimately felt like existing was useless, though with a body like his i highly doubt he could take... action. And the longer he's alone with his thoughts, the worse he gets, and he just becomes so... mopey. forgive me if i sound repetitive, but like!! genos comes in, and all of that is GONE within a few days. He must've spilled about how lonely he felt to genos at some point before he started getting closer to him -- based on the canon info where saitama actually got genos to cry uncontrollably when he told him how lonely he felt which had to have been some serious shit because. genos does NOT cry. with someone else to keep him away from his thoughts, he started to lighten up. at the beginning of the series it's safe to say he was pretty damn standoffish -- but now? now he's actually attempting to socialize with other people, he actually hangs out with more people whether he wants to admit it or not. He's become a bit softer (not much) to those he doesn't know, and DEFINITELY more expressive -- ESPECIALLY AROUND genos. he's become more thoughtful -- he doesn't mope about his powers much anymore, he does anything and everything with genos because he can talk about it and lose himself in the moment. At least, that's what i like to think. and all around... he's found a new passion for life. the dude isn't just wandering around aimlessly now, he's hanging out with genos and he's living to protect the citizens and genos after he moved in. Yeah, he's always gonna have a strong moral compass and save people, but the joy and the meaning of such actions fall to black and white until genos shows up again. now he's got a reason to keep fighting. he has a reason to get out of bed and feel like his strength means something -- because he can use it to protect others and protect genos even if nobody but genos is thankful of it. As much as he detests the attention he gets from Genos -- think about it, don't you think it helps to have someone think you're not totally useless? That your work does mean something to at least one person even if the world basically gives you the finger? Because I don't think saitama realizes it, but Genos is the one thing keeping him going in the hero job. I honestly think he would have quit when everyone chanted at him to give it up after destroying that meteor if it wasn't for genos -- he saved everyone's lives, and genos was the only one to see it. genos is the one that gets him to calm down and realize that if they don't care, that doesn't matter -- he'd always be there for saitama And anyways, the gist of all this goes back to my first point -- it's amazing that they have each other now, because imagine all the development and all the ways they've been improving just never existing. Without Saitama, genos would still be the same wreckless kid trying to throw himself without thought into wreckless battles. Saitama has helped him heed himself on that, and to relax and stop taking everything so seriously. Genos still takes some things too literally., like the 10-20 word limit when talking to saitama, but I feel like half the time, Saitama couldn't really care less. Without Genos, Saitama would be the same old sad sack of hero he used to be, holed up and his depression worsening because he hardly ever leaves the apartment but for what? Sales? Manga? Sometimes Monsters if he happens to run into them? He doesn't do much of anything and it took a heavy toll on his mental health, but now Genos is there to get him out, to possibly even comfort him or just support him if he needs it. He gets Saitama out of the house, involved ina lot of other activities, and when Genos isn't around, Saitama... doesn't fare too well at all. //COUGHS LOUDLY@ THE MANGA REFERENCED EARLIER (( and personally, despite saitama coming off as almost always :^| i feel like the poor guy really really overthinks things. you may think there's nothing going on in there, but his thoughts really are dangerous for him to be alone with )) Romance or not, there’s no denying this. Like, I DARE anyone to try to say they would be good w/o each other -- I feel like so much of the fandom takes this kinda.. not seriously? It’s not really meant as a dig or anything, but a lot of ppl take what they have for granted..

Saitama just wants to be carefree and he’s still very much lax, and even though he knows he’s a shitty teacher, I think that he does a great job of teaching genos that there’s more to life than REVENGE, SELF DESTRUCTION, and FIGHTING. He teaches him to enjoy the little things in life, and Genos rejuvenates his passion for heroism. I feel like Genos wants to be strong physically and that’s why he so heavily admires Saitama, too, but that’s a bit off topic. It’s something Saitama’s been missing for a long time, and something Genos never had -- he just wants Genos to feel as human as possible, and I feel like he tries all too hard to get Saitama to open up as well. Genos may not be the best at therapy or whatever, but seeing as he’s the person Saitama is closest to, he definitely does want Saitama to feel like he’s never alone and I just. Cannot stress how IMPORTANT THIS IS. Saitama’s got a history of bottling everything up and avoiding confrontation, But Genos? The cyborg wears his heart on his SLEEVE, even if he probably wouldn’t view it that way himself. Thanks to him, Saitama can be himself. He doesn’t have to hide away what he really acts like -- not that he cared much for it anyways -- but around genos he can be.. childish. He can be difficult. He can be whatever he wants, and no matter what, Genos will be there to support him. And I really, really admire that. ONE & Murata did them the best justice i’ve ever seenwith a relationship like theirs. And if there was ever anyone to get romantic with for them -- not even as a shipper, but from a story pov -- saigenos makes so much more sense. They bring out the BEST in each other, and they live together, and... well,, THIS post sums up all my feelings on the matter.

Genos wants to help Saitama in whatever way he can. Saitama wants to make sure Genos lives out his life like any normal person would. You get the gist?

sO. IN CONCLUSION, Saitama and genos may not realize it.... but they definitely need each other. Them meeting was for the best of both of their lives -- and without each other there's no way in HELL they'd be doing as good as they are now.

#OKAY RANT OVER #I KNOW IT'S A JUMBLED MESS BUT HNNNNNNN #⌠jonesy speaks⌡#okay to reblog #⌠character study; jonesy rambles⌡

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