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minnielynwrites · 7 months

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Pairing: Han Jisung/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3097

Summary: You weren't planning on talking to your crush, Jisung. But things happen, and you find out that he has quite a few things to learn. If only there were someone who could teach him…

Cross-posted on ao3 as old_enough_to_know_better

“Honestly, he’s just so, you know?” Miyeon leveled you with a look that told you that she did not, in fact, know. Despite the fact that this was far from the first time the two of you had had this exact conversation.

“Have you tried telling him instead of me?” She asked you, catching you off-guard.

“What. No way. That would be suicide. I couldn’t.”

Miyeon shook her head, “Whatever.”

The members of Sigma Kappa Zeta were royalty on campus. Athletic, philanthropic, high grades, and stunning good looks to boot. They were also incredibly exclusive, and while friendly, tended to stick to themselves.

You had watched them from a distance for a while, notably one member. Han Jisung. His chubby cheeks, his heart-shaped smile, his everything. Miyeon might not see it, but you certainly did. He was perfect.

And tonight they were having a party. One that you had happened to score an invite to, thanks to your friend Chaeryeong. She had an in with Changbin, childhood friends or something.

“So, you’re gonna talk to him tonight?” Chae half-asked as you applied mascara to your upper lashes. You smudged a little on your skin. Miyeon supplied you with a cotton swab with makeup remover. You glared at Chae.

“When it feels right.”

Miyeon shook her head. “It’ll never feel right. It’ll always be awkward.”

Chae nodded. “Just do it.”

Three drinks in, the Nike slogan played in your head louder than ever. Just do it. You had just caught sight of Jisung across the room, disappearing with a few other SKZ members into another room, and Miyeon and Chae were pushing you towards him. You smacked them away and glared back at your friends. They had the nerve to smile innocently.

You wove your way across the room, finally making it to the other side. Pausing in front of the room that Jisung and his friends went into, you found the door ajar. Before you could knock, you heard voices inside.

“Ji, what was so important that you dragged me away from my own party?”

“Yeah, I was about to do shots off someone!”

“Guys.” Jisung spoke up. “She’s here.”

At least three other voices began speaking at once, before they were shushed. “Like, she she? Aww, Ji, that’s awesome! I know you’ve been wanting a chance to talk to her!”

Jisung groaned. “Talk to her? I want her to crush me with her thighs.”

“Sung. TMI. Way TMI.”

“Do you even know her name?”

You turned to leave, not wanting to know who Jisung’s mystery crush was, when you were pulled up short by your name on his lips.

“Really?” You heard through the door. “Have you ever talked to her?”

“Well, no,” Jisung replied, “But she’s here. ”

You slumped against the wall. The Han Jisung just confessed to his friends that he was interested in you, no, that he wanted to be crushed by your thighs. You were reeling.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed outside that room with a half-empty plastic cup in your hand. Eventually, you pushed yourself off the wall to find your friends, Miyeon preferably, Chae would blab everything. Just as you were about to head into the crowd, you heard the creak of a door and voices behind you. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with Jisung and the rest of SKZ.

“Hey look, it’s–” Jeongin got an elbow to the side.

Chan ushered the rest of them into the crowd, leaving just you and Jisung. You stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Finally, Jisung spoke up. “Do you want a drink?” You raised both your cup and an eyebrow at him. “Right.” He sighed.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “You wanna go make out?”

His eyes got wide, mouth dropping open into a little ‘o’-shape. He nodded vigorously, wavy hair bouncing.

You grabbed his hand and turned away, pulling him towards the stairs. After a few steps, you stopped. “After you? This is kinda your place.”

“Oh yeah.” He quickly jumped into action, nudging people out of the way all the way up the stairs. It was much less crowded upstairs, guests paired off in conversation or more. Jisung kept moving, heading down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door, pulling a key from his pocket. “My room. I wanted to make sure I could still use it tonight.” You thanked his foresight as he opened the door, flicking on a light switch as he guided you inside.

You took a second to look around the room. It was neat… ish. You could tell that he had a system of organization for all of his things, but that system may not make sense to anyone else. He had a lot of pictures of his friends around, and in some of them, his cheeks were puffed up with food. “Cute.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Hmm?” Jisung hummed at you. You shook your head, taking a step towards him. “D-do you want a tour?” He asked nervously.

“No, Jisung, I want to make out with you, and whatever happens after that, I’m fine with. Is that okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, but left a gap between your lips. You could feel his breath on your lips, warm and uneven. Jisung leaned in first, closing the gap to meet your mouth. The touch was soft, gentle, and you could feel his hesitation. You took the lead and brought your hand from his upper arm to the back of his neck, pulling Jisung towards you to increase the pressure. You could hear his tiny intake of breath before he sunk into the kiss. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging in lightly. You nudged at his lower lip with the tip of your tongue, and he opened for you. You took the opportunity to engage with his tongue, thick muscles dancing side-by-side in each others’ mouths.

Slotting a leg between his, you pressed into Jisung. You could feel him, hot and hard against your leg. Smiling, you broke the kiss. “Well, someone’s eager.” He turned his face away, blushing red. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch. “What was that?”

He groaned, pulling himself out of your grasp and flopping down on the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes. “I said, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He lay there in silence, chest rising unevenly, tent never flagging in his jeans.

“Oh. Oh my god. Jisung,” you asked lowly. “Are you a virgin? If so, your first time should be special, not just–” You began to ramble.

“Jeez, no!” He removed his arm from his face, but he was still a beautiful dusky shade of red. “I’m not a virgin. I’m just…” He tilted his whole head to the side to avoid looking at you. “I’m not very good .”

You couldn’t hold back a short laugh. “Oh, honey.” You looked at him softly. “Who told you that?”

“Both of my exes.” He sounded frustrated with the questioning.

“And they’re the only ones you’ve…?” A curt nod was your only answer. “Oh, you haven’t even gotten a chance to get good.” You thought for a second. “Do you, hey, look at me.” You waited until he actually looked at you before continuing. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Jisung blinked at you for a second, then slowly started to nod. “God, yes.” You reached out your hand to help him sit back up, but you were pretty sure he did it all by himself, although he held your hand anyways. When he was upright, you straddled his thighs, one leg on either side of his, kneeling on the bed. You sat back, lightly brushing your core against his length, listening to him gasp at the sensation. You found his thighs lean, but well-muscled, more than strong enough to hold you, so you relaxed on him, leaning forward to kiss him again. His mouth was so warm and inviting.

His hands tight on the curve of your waist, Jisung followed where you led. When you took, he gave. Your hands explored his broad shoulders as your tongue once again explored his mouth. When you broke for air, you pushed at his chest lightly. He got the hint and leaned back down, you followed, chasing his mouth with your own. You put your hands on either side of his head for balance. Grinding down gently, you pulled a whimper from his lips. When you separated again, you began to guide Jisung. “Touch me, baby. Use your hands.”

Jisung was a quick student. His touch brought shivers to your body as he slipped a hand under the hem of your shirt and reached bare skin. You reached down and inverted your shirt over your head swiftly. Jisung ran his hands slowly up your sides to your bra, thumbs stroking the sides of the cups. “Can you unhook a bra?”

Jisung bit his lip. “I’ve never been able to. They always did it for me.”

You tilted your head. “That’s a lesson for another time.” Reaching behind you, you popped the clasps of your bra and shrugged it off. His eyes didn’t leave your body as you tossed the offending article of clothing across the room somewhere. “Baby boy, touch me.”

The shudder that ran through Jisung was felt even by you. “Oh, you like that, baby boy?” He nodded so slightly, you might have missed it if you weren’t watching his every move. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Jisung placed his hands on your sides again, higher up, thumbs spanning across your lower ribs. “Go ahead.” At your word, Jisung scooped your breasts into his hands, massaging gently as he tugged at the already hard buds. You tipped your head back and moaned, which Jisung followed with his own groan.

“You sound so good.”

“You’re making me feel good,” you told him, arching your back to get closer to his touch. He dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasped, which he seemed to take as encouragement as he doubled down on his efforts. You reached a hand into his hair and tugged. He released your nipple with a pop , and looked up at you, panting. You grinned down at him, then pulled at his shirt. He sat up all the way to wrangle his top over his head, leaving you to stare at his tiny, slutty waist. You put your hands around it, and while they didn’t meet, they still covered quite the expanse of skin. He flinched at your touch, but you continued to dip your fingers below his waistband.

With his shirt off, Jisung gestured to both of your pants. “Should we, uh…?”

You paused in tracing patterns on his chest to look down. “Hmm, yes, that would be a good idea.” You put all your weight on one leg to free him, and you both shimmied your way out of your jeans and underwear. “So, what do you want to learn next?”

He bit his lip. When he looked you in the eye, he had a little more confidence. “I wanna eat you out. Teach me, please.”

You grinned. “Oh, baby boy. Get ready to learn.” You lay back on his bed, head on the pillow, and Jisung settled in between your legs. His hands gripped at the inside of your thighs. Softly, he pressed a kiss right above his hand, dangerously close to your heat. “Mm, that’s good, start slow. Take your time.” He nipped gently at the skin, then soothed it with another kiss. “Ah, careful.”

“I’m sorry,” he said before diving back into kisses. Each time, he moved closer to your center. You twined your fingers in his hair to help guide his mouth, while showing him with your fingers where to find your clit. Even just your own touch sent ripples of pleasure through you. You couldn’t believe, though, the shock you felt when his lips touched you. He was very hesitant at first, but with your encouragement, he stuck his tongue out to taste the nub. After a few slow licks, he flattened his tongue against your clit, causing you to moan out.

“Gently, uhn, suck on it. Then lick at it again.” You prompted. Jisung followed direction well, making your toes curl with his ministrations. “God, okay good. You’re doing so good, baby boy, so, so good. Now, two fingers, put them in and curl up.” As he slid his fingers in, you let out a gasp. You had expected him to let up with his mouth as he worked his hand, but Jisung stayed latched on your clit. His fingertips brushed against the tender bundle of nerves inside you. Your back arched with the sheer sensation, and you rode your release with your fingers still tangled in his hair.

When your grip loosened, Jisung sat up, the lower half of his face glistening with your release. “That… was amazing.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked down at it and licked his hand.

“You’re not bad at this, Jisung. You just made me cum on your face.” He flushed above where he was still trying to clean off his face. “Now lay back and let me make you feel good.”

You pushed him back down, straddling his legs again. Rubbing your hands up the front of his thighs, you watched Jisung bite his lip. You squeezed just below his hipbones on either side, smiling softly as you gazed between his legs. His dick twitched with your attention, and your smile grew. So far, Jisung had yet to disappoint, and here was no exception. He stood tall above his stomach, flushed a deep pink and glistening at the tip.

You rested one hand on his hip while the other slowly meandered towards his cock. You ran your fingertips up the length of him to the head, swirling the precum around the flare. Jisung tried and failed to swallow down a whimper. You took him in hand and gently stroked up and down a few times, spreading precum down the shaft to ease the slide. His hands fisted in the sheets as you worked him to full hardness.

“Miss, I’m so… so close!” He called out.

You removed your hand quickly, causing him to gasp. “No, baby boy. Not so fast. I’m not done with you.” You sat back, looking around the room. “Where are your condoms?”

He gestured shakily at his dresser. “Second drawer. Under the socks.” You stood and walked naked to the furniture. Opening the drawer, you found an unopened pack of condoms exactly where he said they would be. You tore a few off, just in case, and sauntered back to the bed. Taking your place again atop his legs, you ripped open one of the packets. Pulling the condom out, you swiftly rolled it onto his cock.

You looked Jisung firmly in the eye. “Are you ready?”

He nodded. “More than I’ve ever been.”

You crept forward until you were positioned over him, then leaned up to give him a quick kiss. He followed your lips as you pulled away, and you finally sank down slowly onto his cock, feeling every inch as he entered you. Jisung’s head was thrown back, his lower lip clenched tightly between his teeth. You ran your nails gently up his ribs and watched him shudder. When you reached his chest, you lifted your hips and dropped slowly back down, drawing a groan from the man underneath you.

You developed a rhythm quickly, body rising and falling on top of him. He finally let go of the sheets to grip your hips, fingertips leaving indents and, you hoped, bruises. “D-do you want me to, ah! To do anything?” Jisung managed to gasp out.

“Mmm, no baby boy, you just lay there with your big cock, while I use you to get off.” You connected your bodies with a little extra force to make your point, and his fingers flexed tighter on your hips.

He nodded, mouth open and panting. “Kiss me, please?”

You grinned. “Since you have such good manners.” You bent forward, humming at how he brushed against your sensitive insides, locking your lips to his and brushing your nails through his hair. He ground his hips up into you, and you moaned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, you held him down by the hair. “Naughty boy…”

You circled your hips down on him, rubbing your clit against his skin while you reconnected your lips. TIghtening your grip on his hair, you set a fast pace, chasing your high with him along for the ride. You could feel him stiffen and twitch inside of you, but you were so close, just beyond that peak… As you climaxed, you were vaguely aware of Jisung gritting out profanity beneath you. His continued orgasm sent aftershocks through you.

Your body relaxed in his hold as technicolor sparks flew in your vision. You lay like that for several minutes as his dick softened inside of you, eventually slipping out. Finally, you rolled off of him. “I’m guessing we better put our clothes on to go to the bathroom.”

Jisung’s eyes flew open. “Oh shit, the party!” He struggled to sit up.

You yawned. “You know, I’m not really feeling much like partying anymore.”

He looked at you with disappointment clear in his eyes. “Oh? Really?” He looked away and began to search for his clothes. “I can have one of the guys walk you home.”

You put a hand on his arm. “Jisung. We need to clean up. Then I was gonna tell my friends I wasn’t going back with them. Was that too presumptuous of me to think I could stay over?”

His face lit up. “No, no, we can do that! Yeah, let’s do that!” He was so excited that he tried to pull on your jeans instead of his own.

You laughed. “Calm down, baby boy.” You snatched his jeans from the floor and traded with him.

The two of you managed to leave his room unnoticed and clean up in a thankfully untouched bathroom down the hall. But as soon as you got downstairs, you heard Chae’s voice call out, “I KNEW IT! THAT’S OUR GIRL!”

You shook your head and dragged Jisung back upstairs. You still had the rest of that box to use.

Fin.

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n-vrld · 11 months

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﹙ 🎀 ﹚ ✶ ׅ JINNY — maknae's army !

YOJIN & HUENING KAI of TOMORROW BY TOGETHER !

if you talk to jinny about yojin, she'll be grinning from ear to ear. jinny can't keep her mouth shut when it comes to her best friend, as much to praise her talents as to compliment her appearance — jinny is her biggest supporter. apart from the fact that she often only pays attention to yojin, in a corner of her heart hides hueningkai, with whom she gets along very well. the three friends often spend time together and are able to talk about anything and everything for hours on end.

JUNGWON & LUNA of ENHYPEN !

if jinny has to talk about the first time her heart touched love, she'll tell you about the day she fell for jungwon's cat eyes and dimples. although she met him via luna, with whom she was already friends beforehand, she couldn't ignore the heat that settled on her cheekbones. but now that she's recovered from her encounter with the young singer, the two have developed a very cute relationship with a few crowd-pleasing interactions. at the same time, jinny takes care of luna as if she were her little sister — to spending sleepovers together whenever they get the chance, to talk on the phone for hours without ever getting bored, their relationship sometimes makes some others jealous.

YUEHUA LINE of ZEROBASEONE !

being yujin's big sister and a former yuehua trainee, brought her into contact with 4 of the 9 members of the group. among them yujin (obviously), gyuvin, hao and ricky are all great friends with a perfect dynamic. hao often takes care of his four cadets — well, they all take good care of each other and a watchful eye on their well-being. she remains closer to gyuvin with whom she shares many things. being born in the same year often brings people together, and this is the case for both of them. knowing gyuvin's outgoing nature, jinny has some competition in terms of popularity !

NAOMI of ØCEANA !

despite the fact that she's the same age as naomi, jinny tends to behave like a big sister towards her. she tends to over-protect her and never leaves her alone for a second when they're together — knowing naomi's past, jinny finds it very hard to let anyone get close to her, for fear she'll suffer even more. so when naomi questions herself and is afraid of opening up too much and seeing her freedom slip away, jinny is always there to reassure her and ensure a bright future she can be proud of.

WONYOUNG & LIZ of IVE !

jinny has always admired wonyoung's long legs and pure, perfect beauty. ever since she discovered her in survival, wonyoung has been jinny's favorite — so when she met her for real, she thought her heart was going to fall out of her chest. since that day, the two girls have been chatting regularly and have become very close. jinny also became friends with liz for whom she has a serious soft spot and can never say no to her. always ready to support and reassure her, she never lets her hand drop if liz needs her.

BAHIYYIH of KEP1ER !

her favorite huening siblings. ask her to choose between kai and bahiyyih, her answer will be immediate. since she started chatting and hanging out with her, she tends to forget that she has a career ahead of her. when they start to stay together, damn boy.. you know you lost them. they don't care about rules and spend as much time together as possible — and when bahiyyih feels bad about disobeying, jinny isn't afraid to raise her voice and let everyone hear what she's thinking. their opposite personalities are undoubtedly what brought them together.

BAEKSEUNG of EPEX !

baekseung is one of jinny's closest friends. the first time we heard of them together, was when they exchanged numbers without discretion during a music show. jinny did not deny the rumors of friendship between the two idols, giving every detail and tmi of their relationship during a confession kind of v-live. sincr then, seeing them interact has become a common sight and that makes everyone happy.

( taglist ) : @fairiepoems @lost-leopard-beanie @invuwrld @dreamingofkyu @darkestlovers @alixnsuperstxr

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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I just wanted to say, I LOVE the way you write the Octatrio + Yuu SO much. It gives me happy tingly feelings in both brain and heart and I would sell my soul to get more of it. The serotonin your fics gave me was both unexpected and thoroughly enjoyable, so thank you very very much

ahh thank you !! this makes me really happy to hear >:DD honestly at the beginning of all this i struggled quite a bit with writing their personalities so hearing that people enjoy my fics of them makes me feel over the moon. and say no more ! i shall give you all the octatriyuu fics you need :

i am working on an octatriyuu fic that's jade-centric-ish. it'll be a part of a series of fics that have to do with octatrio's clubs. so this one's about jade's mountain lovers club, but it's been put on the back burner for a bit bc of baby it's cold outside + the milestone event. (and following this one there'll be fics about the basketball club n floyd + the board game club n azul which i have brainstormed about)

of course there's also the sequel to three's a crowd which i haven't written yet *clown noises* but it's okay bc i'll end up writing it when i have the time (i promise i haven't forgotten abt it)

and since they announced the release of part 2 for book 4,,,,that means that the fic that i've been wanting to write since i played book 4 in jp last month has to be put in motion jskfdsjfk so i'll be furiously writing that alongside the event requests.

anyways, this is all kinda tmi, so tldr; i have a half-finished jade-centric fic on the backburner, i will write the sequel for three's a crowd one day, aND i shall be coming back with some octatriyuu content after the release of book 4 part 2 !!

#/trau replies #/anonnie #i ramble too much #but to anyone that's interested #here are the amount of fics i've been planning for them #and i wrote something for floyd bc he came home for beans but #i haven't finished it rip #so that'll also come out sometime sjdfkjfs

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brooklynislandgirl · 5 months

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"If I am overstepping feel free to tell me," Henry leans against the bar, one hand resting on the towel he had been using to mop up a spill, the other wrapped around the edge of the bar. He is still on his side of the rough wood, but close enough that he can speak directly to Beth rather than to the bar as a whole. "But I am curious. Why come to Wyoming instead of going back to Hawai'i? Would it not have been better to be somewhere you feel at home than somewhere completely new?"

TMI Tuesday || Always Accepting

There's only a few people that trickle in at intervals. Some that were here before she arrived, steadfast and continual drinkers. She pities them their problems and their ways to cope. Their livers. Some that, like her, have come in for lunch as the Red Pony is less crowded, more welcoming than the Busy Bee. If she's being honest with herself, she mostly comes for Henry's company and not the cheese and mushroom pizza. She's still navigating this friendship though she rather likes that he's her first real one in Absaroka, one she's come by honestly and not because she was forced on them or that was Andy's first. He's close. Facing her. Enunciating carefully and slowly so that she can partially watch the words form on her lips. She appreciates that. Sometimes it's so easy to look stupid when you only partially catch something and answer in wild non-sequiturs, or worse, have to ask about having it repeated multiple times until the answer becomes 'never-mind'. There is an unspoken boundary though, and he straddles it with aplomb; between the mop and the hand around the bar. Beth offers him the softest of mayfly smiles; there and gone again in an instant. She closes her eyes ~that odd little three-quarters way, as if incapable of being able to wholly shut them~ and ducks her head forward. Dark bangs sweep down her brow and frame her delicate features. Henry has never done her an unkindness and for that she has to reward him with only partial truth. It doesn't sit well with her but she doesn't know how else to explain. The house in ʻĀina Haina, east of Diamond Head, stands empty but for the groundskeeper and caretaker, an older married couple. Ever ready to be moved back into. Just like every other structure the Riley family owns. But what can keep out the dust of memory? If she stepped inside would she choke on the too-heavy scent of roses? Would there be pulverised glass and crockery in the seams of the wooden floors, buried beneath exquisite rugs? Would there be cobweb echoes of the Admiral's shouting? And would she, if closet doors opened, find her younger self still cowering inside? "I mebbe mention dat I move out here wi' Andy, t' help him convalesce in a place he might find peace, tranquillity, somet'ing he love his life long." She glances up now, but there's a brittleness to the serenity she tries to project. "Andy nevah like O'ahu. Too isolated, too..I don' know. I guess he nevah felt quite at home dere." He didn't hate the ocean but ever since…ever since that one day, it's been a grudging relationship. He needs the distance. He needs his own space even if it isn't New York, his first love. His home. And it's Beth's turn to take up for him now. To make the concessions as he had back then. Neither of them really have the heart for it, no matter how much she might otherwise miss her home. "I guess we bo'd needed a little change. We considered DC where we have a cousin. Ireland, wi' our Auntie. California, Seattle, Miami…lots of places, an' den… we left it up t' chance. Pinned up a map an' we each t'rew a dart. Guess Wyoming was fated by chance." She shrugs. "D'you believe in dat? Fate or destiny?"

#ifyoucatchacriminal #Knows Deeper Seasons|Henry Standing Bear #Ride Back Roads|Henry and Beth #Waiting For Signals|Longmire au #Western Skies|Wyoming

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libraryofsouls · 3 years

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tmi: three’s a crowd - the collector & chromeskull

believe it or not slashers are capable of sharing - some are just better at it than others.

Asa Emory / The Collector & Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

although the two seem to have a lot in common, their personalities are almost exact opposites. Asa likes to have everything planned out while Jesse is more spontaneous. despite being mute, Jesse is a lot chattier and animated compared to Asa. it might seem like two very domineering figures would constantly be fighting to get the most control out of the relationship but they’re surprisingly very civil. they’re actually very fond of each other and are unlikely to fight over your attention. if anything, they’ve probably already synchronized their busy work schedules to spend time with you to ensure that you’re almost never alone.

still, this does not mean they're capable of keeping their jealousy in check. they’re mature about it (most of the time) but if one of them keeps you from the other for too long, things can get a little messy. of course, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. they’ll settle it between themselves like responsible adults. (.i.e. getting into physical fights with each other or seeing who can add to their victim count the fastest.)

Jesse is more prone to it than he’d like to admit since he’s a busy man. Asa on the other hand, being an on-call exterminator, does not have a fixed schedule and is most likely the one who spends more time with you. this doesn’t mean that Asa is any less obsessed about you however, and he will express his disdain over Jesse’s tendency to take you out on impromptu dates without informing him first.

on the rare occasions that neither of them are busy, they would want to just stay at home. Asa is a homebody while Jesse is a bit of a workaholic so he rarely has time to just sit back and relax. cuddling up on the couch while watching tv is one of their favorites. usually it’s the gorey horror movies that Jesse always seems to have something smart to say about. (”that’s not realistic i’ve done that before” or “this guy’s an amateur.”) other times Asa puts on a documentary either about insects or something macabre and surprisingly, Jesse also seems fascinated by it.

these two are the most likely to teach you how to defend yourself given what they’ve gone through - Jesse being betrayed by Preston and Asa being tortured by Arkin. Asa would teach you how to set certain traps, how to command the dogs, handle throwing knives, etc. similarly Jesse would even have custom-made weapons for you and maybe take you to a shooting range to teach you how to use a gun. if you’re already capable of defending yourself, they’ll be a lot more lenient with leaving you by yourself or taking you to where they work.

Asa wouldn’t take you to the hotel even if you asked (this is if you haven’t started as his favorite in the first place.) so naturally, Jesse would most definitely take you there for a surprise visit. no matter how you react, Asa would be pissed that Jesse would take you there without his permission. afterwards though he decides to just might show you two around since you’re already there and all. if you’re not disturbed by this visit then you’ll find yourself spending more time there with Asa than at home. he’s very proud of his art, you see.

Jesse is a bit more reluctant. it’s not like he doesn’t want to show you off - it’s just that he no longer trusts his workers like he used to. you’ll only find yourself there if it’s an emergency or if it’s too risky to leave you at home alone. even then, Jesse limits the people who can actually be in the same room as you. you’ve found out later on that Asa has visited him there on multiple occasions, posing as a fellow cohort to keep tabs on Jesse’s workers. the two have already eliminated potential traitors because of this and it’s surprisingly efficient.

despite their murderous tendencies, the two are actually well-adapted to live the domestic life! Jesse is more prone to hiring other people to do chores/errands for him but since he’s not about to trust anyone anywhere near you or his home, he mostly learns through Asa. Asa pretty much lives a double life and he’s learned to be self-sufficient from a young age due to his past. he appreciates all the help he can get with the house chores but he’s a little sensitive about doing things a certain way. he also got very pissed at Jesse one time for not knowing how to work the washer/dryer despite being the one who bought it.

the only pets that they’ll allow you to “have” are Asa’s dogs. if Asa notices that you’re fond of them, he’ll introduce you. the canines are already familiar with Jesse, he rarely interacts with them unless he has to dog-sit. as much as Asa tries not to get attached due to the nature of his work, he tends to fail miserably since he trains the dogs himself. if you want to lend a hand he’ll be more than happy to indulge you. walking the dogs can be a fun little activity for the two of you. (and Jesse, if he can lower his ego enough to ask if he can tag along.)

ironically enough, these two are quite possibly the best at polyamory despite being two of the most violent and ruthless. this mostly has to do with their mutual desire to have a happy family of their own. they’re quite capable of seeing you as their actual spouse - an addictive taste of normalcy they wouldn’t have achieved through normal means. but since their morals are askew, they’re both very obsessive and prone to violence. they wouldn’t take lightly to being rejected or cheated on. these men are very distrusting enough as they are but make one wrong decision and it could go horribly wrong for you.

#my writing #slashers #tmi #tmi: three's a crowd #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #the collector #asa emory #slasher x reader #slasher x you #self ship #reader insert #sweats. these are longer than i intended #and i have even more ideas

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

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❧ fireworks masterpost

❧ Summary: Suna Rintarou did not think he would run into his soulmate anytime in his life - and he never thought he would run into her at a halloween party out of all places.

❧ the soulmate principle: “The Soulmate Principle is the idea of two people being destined for each other at birth. These people are called soulmates. Soulmates will often instantly 'recognize' or be drawn to one another, even if they have never met. A soulmate couple are regarded as being 'perfect' for each other in every way. Usually, the soulmates provide each other with understanding, healing and strength. Soulmates are connected by a phenomena called the "silver cord," or soulmate bond, which remains unbroken until death. It can be felt by a shock or a jolt of electricity when bare skin touches bare skin. Soulmates can also share emotions with each other through the bond.”

❧ warnings: alcohol, falling down, swearing, pain.

❧ story format: written.

❧ word count: 1.3k

❧ part: one out of three | read part two here | read part three here |

❧ A/N: I always wanted to write some small fics based on the Night World series soulmate principle and I finally started one!! YAY. I hope you guys like this :)

A pleasant melody roamed the crowded space, ushering each of the costumed guests to follow its lead. Upon entry, each individual swore to leave the stresses of the real world behind and promised to indulge their inner monster for the night. The Halloween party, while organized for charity, had drawn a peculiar crowd. In fact, if one looked close enough, hiding under the decorated masks and poorly pressed suits, were a handful of players from Japan’s National Volleyball Team.

Suna Rintarou was dragged to the event by Miya Atsumu and Komori Motoya, although his complaints were truthfully playful. The three friends were dressed in suits, and to conceal their identities, wore masks recreating some of Hollywood’s most famous monsters – Scream, Jason and Michael Myers. It was their attempt at turning murderous villains into classy young men for the night. And if anyone wondered who had initially thought of the idea – let it be known that when Osamu had suggested the idea, his words were riddled in sarcasm.

“I don’t know why ‘Samu was talkin’ shit when we left.” Atsumu huffed out as he pressed a palm along his tie. “It was his idea anyway!”

“Yeah, maybe it’s because he didn’t think we would actually do it.” Suna intuitively toyed with his cufflinks prior to checking his watch for the time. “It’s half past twelve. I think this is a good time for shots.”

“First rounds on you, Rin-Rin?” Komori provided a smile through his mask, despite knowing Suna would be unable to see it.

The middle blocker stopped for a second, focusing on the libero. Maybe the intensity of his stare would be complemented by the Michael Myers mask. But Komori remained still, with no sign of physical fear. “Fine. Just stop smiling. I can hear it in your voice.”

Laughter bubbled from within the libero as he and Atsumu exchanged a high five. “Thank you, Rin-Rin ~” He sung out the words purposefully off-beat once Suna turned his back and began his trip to the bar.

And while the middle blocker waited in the line for his drinks, another group of friends had made their way to the dance floor - a trio dressed in costumes from a children’s cartoon.

Suko Sei would not have ever dressed as Rena Rouge from Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir – but for you? Her best friend? She would do it, and with a smile painted right across her mouth.

“Your students better love you after this.” Sei pressed two fingers against her eyelids in frustration yet refused to stop swaying to the music. “I’m serious. You even got Izuki to dress up as Cat Noir.”

Tamaki Izuki stretched out his cat ears with his fingers while presenting a grin. “I don’t think this is the worst thing ever, honestly. It’s kinda itchy but I can live with that.”

Sei squinted at him in response. “TMI. TMI, Izuki.”

“I’m sorry, Sei. I thought if I let my students pick my costume, they would pick something simple! Like…a pumpkin or ghost. I didn’t realize they would pick this.” An apologetic expression was prepared for both of your friends, although Sei was quick to cover your face with her palm.

“Don’t make cute faces at me when I’m annoyed.”

“But I’m sorry! Can I make it up to you?” Capturing her hand with both of yours, you lowered it from your face then jutted your bottom lip.

“No…” Sei strived to maintain her annoyed state, but the more she looked at you, the more she melted. “… Fine. You can be forgiven if you dance with me.”

“That’s a pretty easy task.” Izuki remarked with a chortle, earning him a smack from Sei.

“Shut up, furball.”

“Stop bickering you two, and let’s enjoy ourselves, okay? If it makes Sei happy, I will dance all night until my feet bleed!” The declaration was accompanied by a salute, an action that had both your friends shaking their heads.

“Always going to extremes. What will we do with you?”

“Hmm… Love me?”

* * *

An hour was spent captivated by the music; it was only when the dance floor became suffocating did you elect to bow out for the night. Izuki had gone to retrieve your coats, while Sei was at the bar, downing her last drink. The number of individuals within the house had increased in the last 30 minutes, and even now, you could not find somewhere to stand peacefully. An awkward smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you fiddled with your bracelet clasp. Your night was fun and mostly uneventful, so you were aiming to end it that way too.

However, in the space of one second, everything changed.

One body was thrust against yours, causing you to lose balance from the unexpected impact. Another individual attempted to catch you, yet his fingers merely grazed your skin, before tangling with your bracelet instead. The silver chain shimmered in the stranger’s hand, and it was in that moment when you realized your senses had frayed. The location where his skin contacted yours burned, sending fireworks through your veins. Unconsciously you brought your stinging hand to your lap, staring at the masked stranger from the floor. He seemed to be experiencing the sensation too, taking a step back in caution.

What was the source of this pain?

You tried raking through the memories in your brain to find any information that could explain it. It was only when the tiny bolts of electricity reached your chest did it hit you –

The soulmate principal.

“Rin, you idiot.” A voice called behind the stranger. You tried to focus on the additional person, but your vision blurred until all you could see was the individual in the white mask.

At the same time as the stranger’s friends came to collect him, Sei had returned, fuming based on the scene she stumbled onto.

“What the hell? Assholes! You couldn’t even help her up.” Sei spat the harsh language at the group prior to helping you onto your feet. “Come on, y/n. Let’s go home.”

You wanted to protest – wanted to see the face behind the mask – wanted to ask him who he was. But the alcohol laced with the volcano of emotions erupting inside of you had you silent, and dazed. Even so, a titter was exhaled as you thought about the situation.

Despite the pain, all you wanted was another touch.

* * *

Suna crumbled seconds after you left. As if the air was riddled in poison, he ripped off his mask then pressed his palm against his forehead. Neither Atsumu nor Komori knew what was wrong with their friend – was it a panic attack? Or something worse?

“Breathe, man.” The blonde rubbed Suna’s back soothingly, unsure how to address the situation.

“What happened?” The libero asked, removing his own mask for a moment.

Unable to answer at first, the middle blocker coached himself, aiming to stabilize his heartbeat. With each progressing second, the sensation began to loosen its grip on his lungs. Silence fell upon the trio for a minute and was only interrupted when Suna spoke.

“Fuck… Her name. What was her name?” A groan sounded within the middle blockers throat as the feeling began to fade. “I didn’t get her name.” The defeated edge to his words prompted Atsumu to share a puzzled expression with Komori.

“The girl on the floor?” Komori half laughed out his inquiry, brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah…” The usual calm and collected Suna Rintarou had returned to his friends’ relief, but the disappointment forming on his mouth remained inexplainable.

“Er. If ya want to know, maybe ya should check that thing in your hand. Maybe it’s got her initials or whatever?” Atsumu offered with a shrug.

Suna had completely forgotten about the chain curled around his fingers. Lifting the chain into the light, he exhaled his words softly.

“There’s initials engraved into it…” His thumb brushed against the engraving, causing butterflies to ignite inside his stomach.

“The initials of my soulmate.”

Taglist: @neologyro (I have reset my general taglist, so if you want to be tagged you’ll have to fill out the form on my navigation post! Thank you <3)

#suna x you #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna fanfic #suna rintaro x you

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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TMI and NSFW, I've had such a high sexdrive recently it's not even funny, and coupled with a certain dream last night,,, I'm suffering, like, a lot,,,

Like in the dream, I was basically being passed around the demon brothers and got all shy in the beginning stating that I'm a virgin while somebody's hard on was pressing against my clit and I can remember Lucifer saying was how pathetic I was, letting myself be used by such awful creatures and getting off on it, even if I denied doing so. I think Levi had his tail around my chest, ripping off my shirt, and Satan was restraining my hands while Beel and Asmo ate me out and,,, I'm w*t just thinking about it again, I've probably gotten off three times to it today already

Okay but listen being passed around is definitely,,,,,,,,, shamefully,,,,,,, my thing,,,? Like it’s not poly to me but a gangbang do be hittin tho. Not sure if I’m masc or not today but you’re fem so we’re rolling with it!!!

Cornered. By seven demons, you were cornered. Mammon had found your journal describing in detail what you liked about each of them. What you wanted each of them to do with you. How did he find it? Snooping through your stuff of course! You’re part of the house now, so that means you also have to deal with the same things everyone else does!

Unfortunately, for you, however, these boys had no sense of privacy. At least when it came to you.

Your back literally against the wall, you watch them encroach on your personal space. They knew you were a virgin, and this wasn’t really ideal. Virgins don’t make for great sex partners, but they do make for trophies. They would enjoy their trophy well.

The first to get their hands on you was Mammon, unsurprisingly. With speed matched by none but Lucifer, he was quick to pounce on what was his. He was your first man in everything else, he was going to be your first man for real now. His cock pressed against your clit, massaging the little swollen bead. He’ll be gentle, babe. He promises. He just wants to soak up all of that wetness first, look at you. Already so hot and bothered just because demons are taking advantage of you. But you love them all, right? You won’t tell them no.

He massaged his glands across your entrance before slowly slipping in. He made sure to capture your lips before any of the others could. They scrambled to grab whatever they could, effectively crowding your vision. Two of them already had your hands working on their cocks, while another had your foot. Part of you assumed it was Leviathan, but would not be shocked to see if it was another. The only one you didn’t see was Lucifer.

You could barely make him out past Mammon’s hair, but there he was. Smirking devilishly at you. He mouthed something and the boys all halted for a moment, pulled back and chuckled.

“Look at how pathetic you are. Surrounded by demons wanting to fuck you, and getting off on it. A human girl, wet at the mere thought. They didn’t even have to tease you much.”

Mammon hisses through his teeth. You were clamping down on him- not only because of the new sensation of being full with him, but because Lucifer’s words only severed to get you off more.

It took a generous amount of time, but it’s the weekend. No one had responsibilities in the morning. None that would matter compared to right now.

You’d managed to take Mammon, Belphie, Beel, and Leviathan. You were knocking the list out, but your exhaustion was apparent. You would need a break soon.

Lucifer, as some point, was seated behind you, gently pulling you up to lay against him while Satan rutted against you in a frenzy. Sloppy wet sounds came from between your legs— a single rule was to not cum inside and yet Belphie ignored it. While a bit angry that Belphie couldn’t even be bothered to pull out first, it ignited a fire in everyone in the room as they watched you hobble to your feet, crouch a bit, and let the cum slowly ooze out. You had collapsed on Lucifer then, you think.

Speaking of the first born, he was gently brushing your hair from your face. Whispering words of encouragement. You take demon cock so well. What a pretty little human. It’s as if you were bred to take it, and love it all the same. You couldn’t wait for them to overwhelm you, and pass you around like a personal cum dump. And oh, they would take good care of you. Their personal little fuck toy. Beautiful fuck toy. Good girl. Such a good girl.

The praise in your ear was too much. You were starting to cum again and that brought Satan over the edge as well. He figured Belphie already came inside, it wouldn’t hurt if he did as well. So he did. For the second time that day, you were filled up with cum. Only for the others to watch it slowly ooze out of your pussy. Not ashamed to pleasure you in another way, Asmo stuck his fingers inside and slowly rubbed at your walls. He pulled cum out of you while making sure it wasn’t too much for you. You poor sensitive thing.

He absolutely adored how soaked you were. His fingers would come out pruney if he kept them in too long. But that’s okay. It was about you today, darling. He would happily sacrifice a bit of his time, a bit of himself, just to please his beloved.

Once he was certain he’d gotten enough out of you, Lucifer had called for a break. You looked as if you were going to pass out if Asmo got his hands on you. Or even Beel. Care was just as important as pleasure, and they made certain of it. A bit pouty they haven’t had their turn yet, but they would soon. Lucifer just hoped you would be able to take him in the end. He would not be merciful on you, human.

#fem! mc #female mc #afab mc #obey me #om!#<3 #obey me beelzebub #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphgor #obey me asmoedus #stfu jinx #anon

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pop-punklouis · 2 years

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hi hope. you said you’ve grown up going to concerts and being in pits. have you ever passed out during a show bc of pit? is it really bad?

hello babe!!

i have passed out before, actually! it’s only been once, but it was enough for me to try to never have it happen again. with inside venues, i’ve never had issues with passing out in the crowd mainly because i’m usually a lot taller than the fans around me so my head is above all of the hot air and sweaty bodies. if you’re smaller, i would really recommend not getting into a pit unless you know you’re going to be fairly close to the stage as it can be suffocating if you’re in the middle of a crowd of people and are just breathing in all the hot air— barely having room to see.

anyways! i passed out at warped tour once as a teenager. i think i was 19? the georgia heat in the summer is brutal, and it had to have been at least 100° not even counting the humidity. so it felt like you were existing in an easy bake oven tbh. my friend and i had stayed in front of one of the main stages so we could see one of our favorite bands on barricade. they didn’t play until later so we stood in that crowd for hours without moving and the sun just roasting us— inching up bit by bit until we reached barricade right before their set. this is when all of the heat and dehydration finally hit me because my vision started getting fuzzy and i dropped (like full on dropped) over the barricade and three security guards had to get me before i toppled down onto the ground. they instantly took me to the medic tent and it is still one of the weirdest sensations i’ve felt. everything is foggy and disorienting. you feel the sickest you’ve ever been. you’re incredibly light-headed and it sticks with you for a while afterwards. also maybe tmi but bc i passed out and hadn’t used the bathroom in hours, i pissed all over myself and the medics thought it was just sweat and i was too embarrassed to tell them otherwise so when i was able to leave the tent i just walked around the rest of the time with pee soaked shorts djfkfkglg

so, i mean i wouldn’t tell anyone to be afraid of the pit. it isn’t a bad place to be by any means. you just have to take care of yourself when you’re in there. don’t make foolish mistakes by not staying hydrated or eating. know what you can handle stamina wise and heat wise. don’t! lock your! legs! please keep all of that in mind because if not, do you really wanna chance possibly pissing yourself at a louis tomlinson concert and having to just stand in it :/ huh? do ya? :/

#grey

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huniebunny · 2 years

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Hhhh I hope I'm doing this right but if I'm not I'm so sorry. Tf2 matchup?

Name: Darcy

Age: 19 (20 this year)

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: undecided/pansexual

Sign: Libra

Appearance: tall. Like really tall. But I'm built a bit bulkier, kinda like a bear. I'm "well endowed" I guess but I'm p insecure about it still. I have shoulder length hair with an under cut. The longer hair is currently dark green but that's subject to change. I have black glasses and I'm really pale. I'm usually wearing baggy jeans and tank tops/ sweaters.

Personality: people say I'm very intimidating when they first meet me, but I'm just really shy and quiet around new people. Once I warm up, though, I'm very goofy and love making everyone laugh. I'm a plant and animal lover at heart, but I'm interested in the medical field too (it's just too darn expensive to study ;_;). I'm very protective of those I care about and for that reason I have extremely high standards for people they associate with, but I think they just think I'm mean. I believe heavily in witchkraft.

Habits/hobbies: growing plants, cooking, reading, hiking, napping, researching, petting every and all dogs

Other: I have PTSD, so it puts a little strain on me to trust people and new surroundings. I'm fairly early on in the recovery process, so I'm still a bit sensitive to many triggers. When I do get triggered, I tend to isolate myself or listen to loud music. I also take 3-5 business days to get out of bed because I'm an elderly sleepy soul and the bed is just so warm and the world so cruel.

You’re Matched With…

Heavy Weapons Guy!!!

What's your relationship to them?

How did you meet?

He found you in the nearby town and almost mistook you for one of his sisters. He noticed how you treated the local flora and smiled at how gentle you were despite your intimidating stature.

First impressions?

You remind him a lot of himself and his family. The two of you would be undefeatable gentle giants.

General Dynamic:

It’s not often he gets to see you, but when he does, he’ll call out “Darcy!!” in the happiest tone he can muster.

The more he gets to know you, the more he can also see a bit of his teammates in you: the interest in medicine (Medic), the animal lover (Soldier), the goofiness (Scout), and onward.

It makes him want to protect you and keep you safe

He’ll occasionally steal some of Medic’s and Engineer’s books on medicine and gardening to give you so you can continue to research and study.

He doesn’t question your craft, as his mother does rituals around the home during harsh storms.

TMI:

There was only one time that the team got to meet you and it was a nightmare for Heavy.

He knew that it’d take a while for you to warm up to them, but the team wasn’t exactly the easiest to get along with either. Eccentric, at best.

Spy and Engineer are respectful and charming about your boundaries as always.

Medic found out that Heavy gave you those books and thus spent the rest of the time scolding him.

Scout immediately tried flirting with you in the most horrendous and embarrassing way possible.

It was when the crowded situation and the things they were saying to you that Heavy noticed you trying to leave. He picked up the three that were the worst at reading the air and told the team to go home.

Then he sat alone with you to make sure you weren’t too overwhelmed and had the things you needed to calm back down

Other notes:

Heavy basically adopted you as one of his siblings! And he’s so gentle with you and your boundaries. He will never let the whole team get close to you like that again; Two people at a time.

#hunie speaks #matchups #tf2 matchups #tf2 heavy #tf2 heavy x reader

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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Magic in the Hamptons

a Mat Barzal song fic

a/n: this one has been a long while coming. very loosely based on the song Magic in the Hamptons by Social House (woo, Pittsburgh!) feat. Lil Yachty. obviously I don’t own any of this music/lyrics. mostly based on Matt Martin and Sydney Esiason’s wedding, which totally doesn’t make sense timing-wise since I mention the TikTok dance to this song, but we’re rolling with it!

summary: Mat Barzal and his girlfriend travel to the Hamptons for the Esiason/Martin wedding, where their relationship takes a big step, too.

warnings: alcohol. swearing. brief mentions of sex. cheesy singing and dancing. cotton candy fluff.

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The New York state wedding of the year had finally arrived.

Matt Martin and Sydney Esiason, Mat’s teammate and his fiancé — who were both your close friends — were tying the knot at last, and you, Mat, and the boys were Southampton-bound to ring in the occasion. Mat had rented out a house for a group of you — Jordan and Lauren, Anders and Grace, and Tito, who had chosen to fly solo in hopes of wheeling a single girl at the reception. Other Islanders, both current and former, were staying either in their own Hamptons summer homes or in places they, too, had rented for the weekend, all within a short distance of each other, so the next few days were about to be quite the affair.

You and Mat had flown in on a red eye from Vancouver, and you were grateful that you’d actually caught a few hours of shuteye on the plane, because Mat was now absolutely buzzing with excitement about seeing so many of his past and present teammates in the middle of the summer, not to mention celebrating Marty and Sydney, who had taken the two of you under their wing, affectionately calling you “Baby Matt and Baby Syd.”

On the way from the airport to the property, Mat had stopped at a market to stock up on the essentials — namely, cases of beer, bottles of wine, handles of liquor, and, of course, plenty of champagne. Mat heaved it all into the SUV, and minutes later, the two of you were pulling into the driveway of the sprawling Cape Cod-style abode where you would be staying, the first portion of the crew to arrive.

The two of you unpacked the car, Mat insisting on carrying the majority of the load, and staked your claim on the master suite, which was sure to be something Mat’s older, married captain chirped him about later in the weekend. The two of you walked through each room of the house, soaking in the summer cottage vibes, before making your way back to the kitchen to set up shop.

After Mat poured two flutes of champagne and proposed a toast to Marty and Syd, the two of you sipped the bubbly and discussed plans for the rest of the day, including Mat accompanying Marty to pick up the wedding bands from the jeweler in town.

Soon, Mat found his way into the living room and spotted the stereo.

“Time to turn up, babe,” he announced, truly a frat boy at heart, pulling his phone from his pocket. When he finally finished fiddling with the Bluetooth sound system, Mat theatrically spun your way as you stocked the fridge with your enormous alcohol order. You smirked at him when you heard the first few beats of the song.

“C’mon,” Mat coaxed, nodding his head toward the open concept living room floor. “You gotta come dance with me to this song right now!”

You tipped your head back with a chuckle, shaking your head as you watched your clown of a boyfriend, who always made time to sing and dance because he loved the way you lit up when he did. As you left the grocery bags on the island and sauntered his way, he started to perform.

“Spot a little hottie when I flipped up the shades,” he began, giving you his best sexy eyes, making you snort and immediately cover your mouth with one hand. “Lookin' like a red ‘Rari sittin' in a driveway…” Mat continued, taking your hands and dancing around the room as you took turns feeding the lyrics to one another animatedly.

“Me and you should get a room right now,” you sang to him, pushing your chest up against his and watching his eyebrows quirk in that endearing way that made butterflies erupt within you. You toyed with his ever-present chain as you delivered the next lyric: “’Cause if it's gold, I'll throw it away, you're worth more than every single chain…”

With that, Mat spun you around, pulling you back into him and situating his lips right above your forehead as he said, “Best drink I take is when I sippin' you…”

Automatically, the two of you broke apart and launched into the TikTok dance for the chorus, mirroring each other as you tried to focus on each move without bursting into hysterics watching one other.

After you danced through the next verse, Mat pulled your back to his chest, hands gripping yours tightly as he said into a low voice into your ear, “…next trip I take is just me and you.” You turned your face toward him and smiled warmly, then both repeated the moves to the chorus that you’d learned together from the cool young kids on social media.

Mat tore up Lil Yachty’s rap verse as you danced in front of him, giggling.

“This is how I feel about you when I’m away…” Mat spoke before switching back to his rap persona, jokingly getting in your face, arms thrown behind him in a playful confrontation. “I'm tired of looking at your pictures, wanna be up in your face.”

You shook your head at his antics, laughing as he continued, spinning you around again and again with one hand like a ballerina. “I wanna dance with you, I wanna laugh, I wanna sing. Take you on the road, have you rockin' all my bling. Don't know if you're the one but if you are, you'll get a ring…”

Mat smirked at you as he said that particular word, throwing a flirtatious wink your way and causing your heart to flutter. You rolled your eyes and tried to play off how excited that statement coming from Mat’s lips made you, even if it was just a line in a goofy song.

Unbeknownst to you two, Tito had just stepped through the front door and lifted his sunglasses to rest atop his head when Mat delivered the final line with an amusing passion.

“And you look so classy, come through with that magic. You know that I'm ‘bout to smash it, it's true.” With that, Mat grabbed a generous handful of your asscheek and bit at your earlobe, your hands finding his face as you squealed, trying and failing to pry him away from you and stop his mischief.

“TMI,” you heard from the entryway, causing you to jump in Mat’s arms as he laughed at his friend’s statement, eyebrows high on his forehead. Tito walked over with a smirk, shaking his head, and Mat wrapped his arms around your waist tenderly.

“Oh, you two,” Tito teased, kissing your cheek and dapping up Mat as the three of you made your way to the kitchen for your second of what would prove to be many rounds of drinks that afternoon.

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Mat was content.

He sat beside you two days later in the breezy Southampton afternoon air, long arm wrapped easily around the back of your chair, fingers lightly caressing your shoulder as you listened to Matt and Sydney deliver their vows to one another. You’d been dabbing at the corners of your eyes with a handkerchief throughout the entire ceremony, Mat’s heart swelling at your evident love for Marty and Syd.

As you lifted the hankie once more to your face, Mat leaned in and delivered the most tender kiss to your temple, his eyes fluttering closed as he breathed in your scent and the pure sweetness of the moment. He felt you melt into his touch, your hand shifting from his thigh to grasp his hand tightly in your own, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles. That simplest of gestures intoxicated him, and despite the wedding going on before you, he couldn’t keep from telling you exactly what he was thinking.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, breath tickling your neck and sending goosebumps down your exposed arms. You hummed softly in appreciation, leaning further into his body, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Maty,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand.

As he looked down to your left hand, entwined with his as they lay in his lap, Mat smiled, thinking of the new addition that would soon adorn that one special finger.

And the best part?

You had no idea.

_____

You were feeling yourself.

It could be the alcohol, or the blue satin dress you donned that suited you so well, or the intense way Mat had been staring at you all night, or a combination of all three. You didn’t know for sure, but either way, you were feeling the best you had in a long time.

Which is why you didn’t hesitate to follow along when, as you stood next to Mat at the bar, his arm slung around your waist and hand resting teasingly just above your backside, Tito hustled up to you as London Bridge by Fergie began to flood the room and grabbed your hands, pulling you away from your boyfriend as he looked on with a pout.

“He,” Tito started, pointing at Mat, “can get you a drink. We,” he motioned between himself and you, “are gonna dance to this right now.”

You threw your head back in a laugh, tossing Mat a look that told him you were only slightly sorry, which quickly faded when you and Tito joined everyone on the dance floor. A crowd naturally circled around the two of you, a pair of the most fun-loving of the entire group, who often kept the others entertained at such events, along with Mat, who was currently enjoying just soaking it all in from afar.

Mat couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you mimicked Fergie’s drop-it-low moves from the now-vintage music video, watching how your hair — not to mention your perky butt and breasts — bounced each time you moved. What made him smile, though, wasn’t how gorgeous your body looked — it was the radiant glow on your face, in your eyes, as you goofed off with many of your closest friends. His closest friends. Though Mat loved you just as much on a rainy morning on the Island, wrapped in his sweats and makeup smeared across your face, these were the moments that made you shine the brightest, your love of life bubbling over onto everyone around you.

As Mat admired your magnetizing charm, Marty approached, playfully rubbing Mat’s shoulders like he was a prizefighter in a ring. Mat reached a hand up, which Marty firmly smacked and squeezed before settling his elbows back against the bar, watching his own love on the dance floor, only feet away from you as the two of you laughed together.

“She get suspicious at all the other day?” Marty inquired with a smirk, nodding gratefully at the bartender who knowingly poured another whisky for him and a fresh vodka cranberry for his bride, after setting down Mat’s beer and your rum ginger in front of him.

Mat couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Surprisingly, no,” he answered, chuckling. “She really bought it when I told her that Syd asked me to go to the jeweler with you to make sure you got the right rings.”

Marty threw a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “Your girl really must have no faith in me. Syd thought it was hilarious, honestly. And she’s so excited she can barely take it.” Mat nodded. “So... when you gonna do it?” Marty asked, nudging an elbow into Mat’s abdomen.

Mat looked down to his shoes bashfully, a flush spreading from beneath the collar of his dress shirt up to his cheeks.

“Soon,” he said firmly. “I’ve already talked to her parents, and I know her sister can barely keep it together, ever since she helped me design the ring,” Mat added with a grin. “Think I wanna plan a little getaway for just the two of us here in the next couple weeks or so. Do it then.”

Marty backhanded Mat’s bicep and let out an excited “whoop!”

“That’s awesome, buddy,” he told Mat. “I didn’t know you were popping the question so soon!”

Mat turned his gaze to you once more as he and Marty made their way back to the dance floor, drinks for themselves and their favorite women in hand. He smiled at Marty before making his final comment on the topic for the evening.

“Would’ve asked her day one if I had the guts.” Marty nodded in understanding and sent a wink Mat’s way before kissing Sydney’s cheek and handing off her drink, Syd squealing her thanks.

Mat did the same, and you were in a fit of giggles as you hooked one arm around his neck and accepted the glass with your other hand, the last strains of the song fading into another. Suddenly, your brows shot up as you gasped dramatically.

“Hot shit!” you exclaimed along with Nelly over the speakers. Mat laughed loudly at you, kissing you before you turned around, grinding against him slightly — had he told you today that you were pure evil, he wondered — and began dancing to the tune.

And there, swaying along with you to Country Grammar, Mat knew that he had chosen the right girl to dance with, tonight and for the rest of his life.

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appleteez · 4 years

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Fortunate Accident

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Crack

Word count: 817

A/N: I wanted it to be a smut, but I couldn’t help myself sorry. I don’t expect this one to get a lot of notes (but again, now I don’t expect any of my writings to get a lot of notes~) I just wrote this cause I wanted to and I personally really like it. Hopefully the three people that will read it will like it too (Love you guys <3)

“Ah FUCK!” The insult resonates into the mic for everyone to hear. A bead of sweat directly forms itself on my temple as I let myself down onto the black floor. Can it get any better? I just cursed in front of a huge crowd, and fellow idols, while performing with my group for the award show. Actually it can.. the reason I just cursed is because I just threw my back like a fucking idiot. I stay on the floor holding my back as my members hesitate to continue. However, my leader is one strong leader, she doesn’t care much about her image, nothing comes in front of her members which made her run to me and yell at someone to get paramedics.

“You ok there Y/N?”

“Well.. My back is stuck and I’m in extreme pain.” I say taking my mic off to keep the TMI to myself and not to alarm too many people. She takes off her mic too and holds my hand.

“You’ll be just fine, I told you you were overworking yourself idiot.. Can I please get someone here !!!” She then yells at staff members that start running everywhere to get me out of the stage. After this, I know that our leader will pop a cable at someone once we get back at the company. She was on the fence about the choreography due to how dangerous it was but we were pushed to make it happen. Now that me, her precious maknae was hurt, someone will for sure die tonight.

“You ok?” The staff next to me asks me as they transport me to a changing room.

“I guess?”

“We’re gonna put you into our changing room, someone will check you out real quick then we might need to take you to the hospital.”

“Great.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, let’s just hope it’s not too bad.” --- I’ve been on the floor of my changing room for about ten minutes now. People came in and out looking worried and asking me questions. Some cameras tried to get in but my manager kicked them away quite literally. Finally, everything calms down and I’m left alone with a single staff member who I was kind of close to. She was sitting on a chair on her phone while all I had to stare at was the ceiling. Suddenly, we hear a faint knock and the door opening itself.

“Excuse me..”

“Mhh?” I try to look but can’t really move my neck, I turn my eyes to my staff which I could see as she was sitting next to me, and see her face turn bright red. “Who is this?” I try to whisper without much success.

“Park Seonghwa from Ateez.”

“Wrong room buddy.” I just say thinking that would drive him away.

“Uh?” My staff member turns to me not believing what I just said.

“Actually..” I hear him say and then the door closes behind him. “I just came to check up on you Y/N.” How the fuck does he know my name.

“Ok, well I’m doing amazing.” I hear a chuckle and he comes next to me, making it finally easy to see him. He stands next to me and then crouches down to smile at me.

“Are you really? Then why didn’t you stand up to say hi to a senior idol?” I squint my eyes at him.

“Why are you here?” He looks up at the staff and she takes it as a sign to get out. Once she closes the door behind her, his eyes come back to me.

“To ask you out.”

“To ask me what where why?” He laughs lightly.

“I’ve been trying to ask you out for awhile but it’s hard. You girls are always together and your leader is scary. Plus every time I’ve tried to talk to you at shows and so on, you ignore me.”

“I do?”

“Maybe not on purpose. I would usually try to be friends with you first but it feels like this is such a rare opportunity.”

“So you saw me throw my back on stage and said to yourself ‘here’s my opportunity, she can’t run away this time.’” I start laughing lightly but wince at the pain.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” I just smile at him. “You’re interesting.”

“So are you.”

“Fine, if you can get my phone in my jacket over there.” I point with my index finger. “Just put in your number and text yourself.” --- “And that’s how I met your dad.”

“Seriously? That’s kind of.. I don’t know weird.”

“Sounds creepy.”

“Well if it wasn’t for that you guys wouldn’t be born.” I spit at my two kids.

“I don’t think the story is too bad.” Seonghwa says.

“You guys were idols, I was expecting it to be more romantic than that.”

“Well this is as romantic as it gets.”

#Ateez #ateez x reader #ateez seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez writing #ateez park seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa writing #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop oneshots #seonghwa oneshot #ateez oneshot #ateez reactions

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 4 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“By any chance, are you two available after class?” Sakura asked her seatmates.

“No.” The reply, while simultaneous, delivered contrasting connotations with Sasuke being gruff, adamant, eager to be uninvolved while Naruto’s was dripping with disappointment and missed timing.

“I have practice.” The blonde sank further into his seat. “But whatever is it for, Pres?”

Sakura grimaced at the monicker. “What’s up with that?”

“It’s what everyone calls you now,” Naruto replied. “You’re the youngest president too so that’s like a really big deal, you know. So anyway, if our schedules free up and coincide, maybe you can join us in this cute café.”

Sasuke discreetly flashed him a glare which obviously just flew past across the blonde airhead, but it was caught by Sakura who knew where this opening was headed.

“They served the best sweets but grumpy here ordered a tomato dish. Like what’s up with that? They also gave us free food before we left!” Naruto grinned widely, unperturbed by his next statement. “Moreover, there’s a cute barista who looks just like you.”

And Sakura decided to deliver the curve ball. With her chin on her open palm, she looked at Naruto directly. “So you’re saying I’m cute?”

Sasuke swore that was the reddest he saw Naruto turned. He tried to hide the bubbling laughter with his head down and his hand on his mouth, reveling in the blonde’s embarrassed stuttering, but he slowly registered her amused glance at him, and he wondered briefly why his face was also turning hot.

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He shouldn’t be doing this. He should have come home after classes ended and not be entranced with Naruto’s rare offer of free dinner. Obviously, by free dinner, that meant their coach paying for the entire team’s meal as well as the roster of honorary members, which unsurprisingly included him.

So he was just napping the time away in the classroom, away from their go-to hideout because of the noisy dragonboat power yells, when he heard a scream and an ensuing crash of what seemed to be books and stacks of papers. His feet was already at the door before he could think this through, his body moving on its own accord like an innate response to a familiar voice.

Loose pink strands were splayed on the floor, surrounded with likewise loose pages from the confines of the folders.

“Did you hit your head?” he asked as he crouched beside her. “You seem to enjoy injuring yourself.”

“I didn’t hit my head. I landed on my butt which hurts a lot right now but thank God I’m wearing sweatpants because you would have seen such outrageous grandma panties.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose at the TMI. “Try filtering.” He proceeded to pick up the scattered papers and files on the floor and gestured for her to stand up already.

“I need a hand though.”

“My hands are full with your documents.”

“Then let me get your back.”

He muttered an annoyed protest under his breath, but he squatted low enough for her to reach the back of his uniform and pull herself up with accompanying ow-ow-ow-ow. They walked like that until they reached the student council office, her box of files safely tucked in both of his arms, her one hand on the edge of his shirt and the other on her lower back.

“Thanks, Sasuke! And with this, I pronounce you and Naruto my official runners!”

“He’s not even here.”

“He’ll agree. After all, I look like his cute barista.” Sakura winked, riding on the comedic atmosphere.

“But I didn’t even agree?” Sasuke protested, falling into deaf ears as she quickly took the folders from his arms and exited the office with a wave. He was sure warning signs kept flashing inside his brain.

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He was set on keeping his distance, thus despite her informal announcement, it was mostly Naruto who accompanied her in most errands except in instances when he had to stay behind after class to wait for the blonde.

His latest task was to help write support banners for the preliminary matches of the baseball team. Personally, he found the game season a nuisance, but of course, he wouldn’t admit it to himself that the trainings were eating up most of his time with Naruto. If they weren’t practicing pitches during lunch, the blonde would discuss game strategies, a topic he actually exceled in. Sasuke theorized his brain cells operated most efficiently when used for kinetics. He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt sidelined – with his companion successfully finding something to keep the loneliness at bay – while he remained in the frontlines, waging an internal war between the thundering silence of his apartment, and the raucous chaos of his thoughts.

He stood there awkwardly on the side of the student council office as the rest of the council members hunched on the floor, painting the words haphazardly out of the outline patterns, the worst among them being Sakura.

Frustrated and driven by a compulsion, he grabbed a spare brush and blank canvas and started the lettering. Thank god for his childhood calligraphy classes. This feat earned him interested looks from the members.

“Wow Pres, you really reeled in a talented runner,” one member chided. “He’s still as grumpy as ever though.”

Sakura wasn’t entirely happy as she looked over his shoulder. “Oh come on. Our banners weren’t that bad.”

“If I were on the baseball team, I’d think you would want us to lose.” He finished one cheering banner and gave it to the nervous member beside him. Apparently, his presence intimidated them even though he was but a mere runner. “Can you give me the next one?”

“Why are we bothering though?” asked the vice-president. “Our school team never makes it past the preliminaries.” From the get go, Sasuke felt her slight annoyance of having been bypassed in the selection, and while this was valid, he also thought she shouldn’t project this to Sakura who was caught in the middle of the decision of the advisory board.

He needn’t worry however, as she carried the subtle dig effortlessly, her usual positivity dripping through. “Isn’t it better to put it your all and see everything through than to give up when the clock hasn’t even started running yet? I find regrets more troublesome.”

Flustered with her response, the vice-president shifted her gaze back to the canvas in front of her and started to paint again. Everyone didn’t see it, but he caught Sakura sticking her tongue out to her.

Such a child. He found himself smirking.

Naruto started skipping classes as the day of the preliminaries crept closer. A week of this behavior prompted Sakura to pry his address out of Sasuke. He found out days later that she started coming to his apartment and incessantly ring the doorbell until his neighbors in the complex complained of the early morning noise.

Sasuke’s part in this scheme was the notes he compiled and one-word reminders through texts when there were deadlines or assignments. Somehow, it evolved into a convoluted arrangement among the three of them to keep the baseball rookie MVP afloat in his academics. As compensation for their efforts, Naruto started to buy them convenience store rice balls for morning snacks.

“You idiot. You should save your allowance,” Sasuke said smugly to the blonde.

“And yet you’re swallowing it in full.” Naruto grinned. “You should chew, grumpy! Chew!”

Sakura took a sip of her cranberry juice and smiled fondly at them. “Are you ready for Friday?”

“We’re facing off a top ten school, and Captain Haru said we don’t have that much chance. I don’t believe it though. I think we’ll win,” Naruto replied.

“You have a strategy ready?” Sakura asked.

He shook his head and pointed to himself rather proudly. “No but the team has me.” Sasuke choked on the last bit of his rice ball at the latter’s pronouncement.

“I told you to chew!”

Sakura, in panic, gave her half-drunk juice carton to him, and Sasuke, also internally panicking, grabbed it and downed the rest of it.

“You okay?” Sakura patted his back and snuffled a laughter which Naruto joined with his loud, uncontrollable dry heaves. Sasuke glared at the two, but this only served to amuse them further. “Oh wow, that was the first time I ever saw you uncomposed.” She swiped the tears in her eyes with the back of her hand.

“But really, they have me so we’ll win,” Naruto insisted.

“I’ll wear a cheering uniform for you,” she chirped back.

“Gods, dumb and dumber,” Sasuke sighed, defeated.

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On the afternoon of the game, Sasuke found himself surrounded with a large female following after Sakura got all the members and the runners cheering outfits, and by outfits, that meant olive green jersey tops and maroon sweatpants representative of the school colors. She also took advantage of his obligated presence by giving him the task to distribute the banners and flaglets to the benches. The genius orphan and the couldn’t-care-less Uchiha roaming the rows? That pulled the student crowd needed for the game.

“Go Naruto!” Sakura yelled beside him. A black bandana was tied around her forehead, and her ponytail was replaced with a high bun.

Sasuke inadvertently covered his eardrums. The noise was even louder when the student council started a yell routine in the bleachers. The side of the opponent was half-full, and surprise was transparent in the other team’s faces. Probably the first time that support with this magnitude was given to the baseball team. Also, it was his first time attending a ball game in person, not that he didn’t try asking his brother before.

He felt a light tap on his shoulders. He turned around to see a raven-haired girl behind him, dressed in a lilac midi dress and sporting the black bandana on her wrist. “Is this seat taken?” She motioned to the space beside him. Her face was familiar – he knew he saw her somewhere but also certain he never interacted directly with her.

“Ah Hinata?” Sakura’s voice squeaked in recognition. She gestured to him to exchange seats with her, and she immediately patted her to sit down. “Cheering for Haru?”

Ah, the Hyuuga, the captain’s girlfriend. They’re actually friends.

“I was actually planning to buy the whole team dinner regardless of the results,” she said to Sakura. He was not good at reading people, but this Hinata was soft-spoken and gentle with her mannerisms that he found it fitting for her to be with Haru. He was, after all, so steadfast and assertive with his members, and he could even get Naruto in line with a look. So much so like Sakura that this exact dynamic was playing beside him.

It was a weird thing though when he glanced at the two and saw that her eyes were not trained on Haru but on certain blonde bloke on the field.

“President Sakura.”

Great, another distraction. He knew that voice even when the entire field was already screaming.

Sakura whipped her head too fast he was afraid she was gonna break her neck. Even when she was already glowing, her face lit up brighter when Kakashi handed her two bottles of water. “Nice job rounding an audience. Here, Give one to your runner.”

It was evident she wanted him to stay as she started to look around and tried to find a space near her. Noticing this, Sasuke tried stand up and offer him his seat, but she placed a firm hand on his knee, followed by a slight shake of her head, and a soft disappointed sigh when Kakashi disappeared from the crowd.

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He was walking out of the bathroom when the announcer declared the winner of the two-hour game. Of course, they would win. Naruto never backed down from his pronouncements, no matter how silly or unattainable they may be. He should buy him a stack of his favorite ramen as prize.

“Yo, Uchiha.”

Naruto’s bullies blocked the path leading to the bleachers – there were four of them, the same people who made fun of him in the hallway last time.

“Your people skills shot up after spending time with that orphan MVP and the chirpy pinky huh?”

“Birds of the same feather flock together.”

Normally, Sasuke would let these insults slide, if one could call them that. They were bigger and taller than him with faces that reflected experienced jabs in their scars and band-aids. To take them on alone, considering also the fact that he skipped gym for almost a year now, would be suicide. Nonetheless, he didn’t feel riled up as they expected him to be.

“Or should we say, they shot up in their society ranks because of you? After all, your dad was a member of the board.”

“Oooh my bad, dead dad.”

His hands started to clench into fists – an involuntary action out of their own volition. This slight shift in his body language gave them the go signal to surround him.

“Heard through the grapevine that it was actually your fault they’re dead. Imagine sleeping next to your dying parents and not looking for help?”

“Pathetic being.”

“Now he parades himself like an entitled son of a chairman.”

A kick to his shin. “Can’t really do anything to us, huh? Afraid to tarnish your dead daddy’s reputation?”

A punch to his side, and Sasuke clutched at the contact. Another right at the center of his stomach, and he doubled over, the water he drank threatening to hurl itself on the ground.

“You’re a better target than Orphan No. 1. You don’t really fight back.” The bully placed his foot on his hand, pushing him down further and making him bow. “You need to show you’re a model student. After all, your brother’s one of the shareholders of the school, and he has no need for trouble from his shunned sibling.”

Simultaneous kicks to Sasuke’s side. They were right, to an extent, but it was the whole process of explaining that would tire him out. Conversing with Itachi was a drag all on its own, like talking to the void, and hearing the senseless blame games all over again. This was all right, he assured himself throughout the whole encounter, since he was already numb. The other pain inside his head was stronger and sharper.

“Then again, you probably pulled some strings to get pinky that coveted position, didn’t you? Imagine a second year being president all of a sudden without going through the motions.”

The bile rose to his throat, and there was an entirely different metallic taste in his mouth. His fists were itching to fight back.

“Let’s destroy your pretty face this time, and we’ll come for the pinky next.”

Sasuke gained momentum to land a kick on the person’s crotch, the force and shock sending him reeling to the side. That was reckless, he knew that, because then he was exposed to the punches of the three others. And so he waited for contact but there was a flurry of bodies and that pink bright contrast in his line of sight.

One fist landed on Sakura’s face.

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rohad93 · 4 years

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Moonlit Masquerade: Turning Pages

Enjoy~

It was a warm, early summer day as Luz flew through the air back toward the owl house, grinning giddily to herself as the wind whipped through the long hair that laid over her undercut on the left side, her cloak flapping wildly behind her off her shoulders as the wind tugged at the short sleeves of her dark purple tunic.

She did a giddy spin and the leather pouches that held her glyphs and various other things flapped against the legs of her black pants.

The twenty-one-year-old zipped between the trees on her staff, she was so excited, she couldn't wait to show her mom and Lilith what she had bought today after packing up her stuff at the market.

"Luz, your home!" Hooty screeched the moment she burst through the tree line.

"Hey, Hooty." She smiled hopping off the staff with a flourish as he opened the door for her and she ran inside, dropping her satchel by the stairs.

"Mom, Lily!?" she called.

"In the kitchen!" Eda's voice called back.

She hurried into the kitchen where the two sisters were sitting at the table talking. It always surprised Luz at the wrinkles that had begun to line their faces over the last six years, though they both still looked great. Eda claimed hers were from Luz, and Lilith claimed hers were from Eda, which always made the young woman laugh, and Eda make a face.

Before she could think to say anything, Owlbrt was hooting at her from the counter.

"Hey buddy, you wanna play with Mochuelo?" She asked the small owl, who hooted wildly at her.

"Okay, okay, Owlbert, I know you missed your pal," she laughed.

She unscrewed the wooden tawny owl palisman from the top of her staff and set him on the counter next to a hooting Owlbert. Her palisman, Mochuelo, gave himself a shake, fluffing his dark brown and white speckled feathers, golden-brown eyes blinking up at her.

She scratched both their heads and left the two to palisman play as she laid the empty staff against the counter.

"You're back early, already sell out all your potions in the market?" Eda cocked her head.

"Yup, not a thing left. I'll work on some more tomorrow, but forget about that, I have something to show you!" She stopped, looking around. "Is Amity here?"

"No, she hasn't come home yet, why?" Lilith cocked a brow at her and Luz grinned, digging something out of her pocket.

"This is why!" she exclaimed, pulling a small black box from her pocket.

"A box?" Eda asked. Luz rolled her eyes.

"No! Look!" She popped it open to reveal a bright gold ring inlaid with a deep, square-cut, magenta gemstone and two smaller, clear stones on either side of it.

The sisters both gasped.

"Luz is this…?" Lilith started.

"An engagement ring!?" Eda finished, looking up at Luz with wide eyes.

"Yup, I'm going to ask Amity to marry me," she declared proudly. "I mean, we've been living together for three years now and dating for six. I know there's no one else I want to be with."

"That's wonderful, Luz." Lilith stood and hugged her.

"Yeah, that's great!" Eda wrapped her up in a tight hug as soon as Lilith let go. Luz squeezed her back just as tight before finally pulling back. "Does this mean you two are finally moving out?" she asked with a grin as Luz blinked, wide-eyed.

"I mean… we can if you want us…" she started with a frown, but Eda just laughed.

"Naw, it'd be too quiet without you two. You two don't have to go anywhere unless you want to… and so long as you keep your bedroom door closed," she said seriously, making Luz chuckle.

How far they had come, from Eda being adamant that the bedroom door stay open when they were kids, to now demanding that it stay closed, lest she hear or see something she really didn't want to… again.

"Right, I'll talk to Amity about it later. I'm going to take her out to dinner tonight and pop the question." She grinned.

As if summoned by magic, the front door opened.

"I'm home!" A voice called from the living room.

Amity!

Luz shoved the box back into her pocket as her girlfriend of six years walked into the kitchen with a few bags in one hand and her staff in the other.

Her long auburn hair fell down against her back in a smooth curtain, except the longer sides she still kept pulled back, no longer in a ponytail, but in a neat braid that also fell against her neck.

Her white cloak was hanging from her neck and one shoulder to partially expose the sleeveless black shirt she wore beneath, tucked into her pants and the arm warmers that covered from her fingers to elbow in the customary dark pink of someone of the abominations track, and even after all this time, her nails were still painted black.

"Oh, Luz, you're home from the market already." She looked at her, surprised.

"Yup, sold out of everything pretty quick today, so I figured I'd come home. How was your day, mi amor?" She asked, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss.

"Busy, there's no shortage of problems that need straightening out since they finally put the new coven system in place," she sighed. "I'm exhausted…"

"You probably don't feel like going out tonight then, eh? She frowned.

"I don't think so..." She shook her head as she twisted the wooden dragon off her staff and let the long, golden lizard crawl up her shoulder to wrap his long, scaled body around her neck, beneath the curtain of auburn hair.

"Hey, Calliban." Luz smiled as Amity scratched under his chin. The dragon's long whiskers twitched happily, a puff of smoke coming from his nostrils, his long tufted tail twitched.

"Was there something you wanted to do tonight?" Amity looked down at her as she scratched the palisman.

"Uh… no. We can go out another night." Luz shook her head, she could see how tired Amity was, and it wasn't like she couldn't propose at any time.

Amity nodded and set her bags on the counter.

"If you're sure, I just want to lay down and never get back up," she mumbled.

"I'm sure that can be arranged, mi amor" Luz smiled, wrapping her arms around her waist and setting her chin on her shoulder, though only barely, the witch stood a good five inches taller than her. Amity smiled, leaning back into her.

"Just close the damn door…," Eda mumbled. Luz stuck her tongue out at her and Amity rolled her eyes.

Luz pulled her close, letting the taller woman relax against her for a few moments before she pulled free with a sigh.

"I need to go shower," she mumbled and carefully set Calliban on Luz's shoulders before kissing her cheek and walking out of the kitchen.

Luz hummed, petting his smooth scaly body, his tiny claws pricked at her skin as he settled himself around her neck. His horns poking her under the chin.

"Guess it's not gonna happen tonight?" Eda looked at her.

"No, but it's okay, there's no rush," Luz said and dug the box out of her pocket.

"Will you hang onto this for me? I'd hate for her to find it in our room and ruin the surprise," she asked, holding the box out to Lilith.

"Of course, Luz." She nodded, taking the ring and slipping it into the pocket of her dress.

"Hey, why not me?" Eda sat up, frowning.

"You lost King just yesterday…" Luz frowned.

"He found his way home eventually," she mumbled.

"I think I'd feel better if Lily held onto it. That's three weeks of potions sales I'd really rather not have to replace…"

Eda crossed her arms, pouting while Lilith gave her a smug look.

"I guess I'll just get started on brewing some stuff before dinner." She pulled off her cloak and laid it over a chair as she walked over to the counter, crowded with her and Eda's brewing stuff.

"So, you've been trying to propose for a week now?" Willow asked as she sat across from Luz in the Redstone bakery sipping on her tea.

Luz sighed, nodding.

"I just want it to be perfect but we've both been so busy, if I'm not out helping with the reconstruction or selling potions in the market, Amity is attending council meetings and helping sort out the kinks in the new coven system. We're exhausted half the time…I'm not even sure when the last time we had s-.."

"Stop! You're both very busy. I know what you mean..."

"TMI, sorry," Luz chuckled sheepishly.

But Willow just nodded.

"There's still a lot to do and a vacuum to fill since we did away with Belos, but you know, maybe you're trying too hard for the perfect moment?"

"Hmm?" Luz hummed, blinking at her oldest friend.

"We both know Amity doesn't really want the big over the top gestures, so long as you're you, she'd never said no."

"I know… I just wanted to make it special, ya know?

"I'm sure it will be, you'll find that 'Luz' way of doing it." She smiled and Luz snorted, the fact that her name had become some kind of verb her friends liked to use amused her.

"Yeah, I'll think of something… ya ready to head into town?" she asked. Willow nodded and they stood, leaving some snails on the table as they left.

They spent the rest of the day checking on things in Bonesburough.

It had been a year since Belos had been defeated and the old coven system and regime had been dismantled, and things were still being reconstructed in town where some of the heaviest fighting had taken place between the rebels and the loyalists.

Luz hummed as she walked along the streets with Willow, in some ways the town had changed a lot in the last year, but in others had remained just the same

Without the coven system that bonded people to only one type of magic, the covens looked totally different. They still existed, only now rather than only being able to perform one type of magic, people could do it all no matter what coven they were in, but many still choose to join the covens so they could work with other like-minded witches in the types of magic they specialized in. They were more brotherhood's than forced chains pulled by the Emperor, some people often belonging to more than one coven at a time. Luz herself, for her part in the rebellion, was welcome in all nine of the major coven houses, though she didn't actively participate in any of their politics or meetings.

She usually visited to get advice about certain spells from the more experienced witches of the discipline's. They were always glad to see her in their midsts.

The downside to it no longer being against the law to not join a coven was that crime had gone up some, with the less unsavory members of society now having access to all types of magic. The night market was still quite robust, especially during the rebellion when a host of unsavory things have been going on. Luz tried not to think about those days too much.

The new governing system, a council of the new nine coven leaders, was still getting to its feet in controlling stuff, so a lot of things flew under the radar as they dealt with the bigger, more pressing issues, like any remaining pockets of loyalists. It was a work in progress, one Luz was happy to help with when she could. She'd actually gotten pretty good at playing bounty hunter, though Amity didn't like it at all. She didn't go out of her way hunting down criminal witches, they just showed up a lot in the market when she happened to be there, and Luz had never been one to stand idly by.

Things seemed pretty quiet today.

As they walked past the library Luz took notice of a poster pasted to its wall and suddenly she had a brilliant idea.

"Hey, I think I know what I wanna do." She turned to Willow with a bright grin. “I’m gonna need your help.”

"Sure, that was quick…," she laughed and Luz shrugged.

"I just remembered something. I think Amity would appreciate it…" She smiled and Willow nodded. "You think Gus would be my best man?" she asked.

"He'd beg you… not that I won't pretend I'm not a little insulted that you don't want to ask me." She pouted, crossing her arms and making Luz laugh.

"Like Amity would want anyone but you to be her maid of honor." Luz grinned, making the plant witch smile. "Though you might have to fight Em for it," she warned.

"She can bring it on." Willow grinned, making Luz laugh.

"Hey, tonight's the night," Luz announced to the living room as she walked down the stairs.

"You're proposing tonight?" Eda looked up at her daughter's grinning face.

"Yup, I know exactly what I want to do and it has to be tonight. I gotta get some stuff ready, you've got the ring right?" she asked Lilith, who nodded.

"Of course."

"Great, I'm going to come back and get it from you in a little bit!" Luz said as she hurried out the front door, staff in one hand, and a dark green book in the other.

The door slammed and Eda shook her head, grinning.

"I can't believe she's really going to do it…," she chuckled. When there was no response she turned to her sister who was sitting on the other side of the couch, frowning, her fingers tapping nervously on her knees.

"What?" Eda cocked a brow at her.

"I...may have... misplaced Amity's ring…," she mumbled, biting her lip. There was a long moment of silence.

"Ha! Now, who's irresponsible?!" Eda laughed, jumping up with a grin.

"Are you serious right now?!" Lilith jumped up, scowling as Eda did that stupid 'moonwalk' dance Luz had taught them.

"I'm not the one who lost the kid’s engagement ring…," Eda sang smugly, dancing across the living room.

Lilith groaned.

"Yes, fine, I lost it, now help me find it before Luz comes back!" She stomped.

"And why would I do that?" Eda crossed her arms.

"Because she's your daughter, and she's going to be devastated that she can't propose because the ring was lost!" Lilith growled, and Eda frowned. Her sister had a point, as much as she liked getting one over on her older sister she wasn't going to do it at her kid's expense. She also knew what Luz sold her potions for, three weeks profit on one ring was nothing to sneeze at

"Alright, alright, where did you have it last?"

"It was sitting on my dresser last night, but when I woke up, it was gone." Lilith sighed, rubbing her temple.

"Well it can't have gotten too far then, let's check your room." The two hurried up the stairs.

They tear Lilith's room apart for over an hour searching for the ring and only find the box, sitting underneath the edge of her bed.

"It's not here!" Eda growls. Lilith sits on her bed, head in her hands.

"Luz and Amity are never going to speak to me again…," she moans.

"Yea… not sure even Luz can forgive this one…," Eda mumbled and Lilith groaned louder.

"What's up witches?"

They look up at King, standing in the doorway.

"Lily lost Luz's engagement ring…," Eda sighed, hand on her hip.

"How irresponsible. She should have given it to me." He laid a clawed hand on his chest and there was a glint, drawing both sisters' eyes.

There, hanging on the tip of one of his claws was the ring.

Lilith and Eda tackled the small demon, who squealed as they jumped him, trying to wriggle out of their grasp.

"You took this from my room!" Lilith scowled, holding up the ring out of King's reach as he jumped up, trying to grab it.

"Oh, is that Luz's ring? I thought it was an offering." He crossed his arms.

Eda rolled her eyes and Lilith growled.

"Do you know how mad Luz will be if we tell her you stole her ring?" Eda looked down at him with a frown.

King hunched down at that, eyes turning fearful.

Then they heard the front door open downstairs.

"Guys?"

"Up here, kid," Eda called as Lilith quickly slipped the ring back into its box and closed it.

Luz poked her head in the room.

"Oh, what's everyone doing in here?"

They all glanced at each other.

"Nothing!"

"Uhuh… I don't believe that but I don't have time to question it. The ring?" she asked.

“Right here!” Lilith handed over the box.

"Great, thanks. Wish me luck!" She smiled before taking off back down the stairs. They all waited until they heard the door open and shut before sighing in relief.

~ ~

It was dark when Amity hopped off her staff outside the library. The tall building stood empty and dark, it was well after closing time after all.

She wasn't sure why Luz wanted her to meet her here, but she'd gotten pretty used to just rolling with her girlfriend's eccentric ways for the most part over the years. It was easier to not question it. She spun a finger and her staff vanished.

She walked up the steps heels clicking quietly on the stone as she looked around. The building had remained unchanged over the years, it had luckily been one of the few large buildings to be spared during the fighting, for which she was glad. She had many fond memories of the library, it was, for a long time, her only place of safety and solitude from her sometimes, over the top siblings, but more importantly, from her always overbearing and controlling mother, and then had been her and Luz’s secret place for the first some odd months of their relationship, until they had been allowed to be public about it.

The secret room in the romance section had all but been abandoned after her eighteenth birthday when she moved out of Blight Manor and into the owl house with Luz.

She stood at the top near the door, looking around. Now, where was her adorable doofus?

She felt the tingle of familiar magic pull at the back of her mind and turned in time to see Luz become visible, leaning against one of the library pillars as the glow of her palisman’s eyes faded, but her bright grin did not as she slipped the staff into the holster beneath her cloak.

“Buenas noches, mi amor. ¿Cómo estás esta noche?” She took a step forward to stand in front of her and Amity grinned back.

“Mejor, ahora que estás aquí, querida," She mumbled, taking hold of the collar of Luz’s cloak and pulling her in for a kiss, making Luz grin. “Now, are you going to tell me why we’re here?” she asked, stepping back.

“I just felt like a walk down memory lane,” she shrugged, smiling. “Also considering what tonight is...”

“Tonight?” Amity blinked. Luz jerked her thumb at a poster on the wall and Amity’s eyes widened.

“The wailing star…” How long had it been since she’d thought about that? At least six years, since the time the twins had tried to take her diary as a kid.

“Come on, it’s about to start!” Luz walked over to the door, she flipped open one of her pouches and leafed through the many different papers before pulling out the one she wanted and pressed it to the library door. It dissolved in a flash of pale blue and the door made a quiet click and she pushed it open.

Amity smiled and followed her. When you considered all the trouble Luz could and had gotten into over the years, walking around the library at night wasn’t even worth the breath to protest, not that she really wanted to.

She closed the door behind her and as they walked into the main entry room of the library just as the large stained glass window above them lit up with the light of the passing star, the green glow settled over the books and Luz quickly grabbed a book off the shelf and opened it. Snakes slithered out, making her grin.

“I didn’t really get to enjoy this last time we were here during the wailing star... being too busy trying not to get killed by my favorite childhood book character and all," she chuckled and Luz grinned.

“Same,” she laughed as they moved up and down the aisles, picking up books. Luz saw a familiar book and grinned, pulling it off the shelf and whipping around to Amity.

“Hey, babe!”

Amity looked up just in time to be blasted in the face with a deluge of snowballs.

“You are so dead!” She yelled at her girlfriend’s back as she took off down the aisles, half screaming, half laughing as Amity gave chase, snatching her own copy of ‘A History of Snowballs’ off the shelf.

They chased each other around the bookshelves for a while before finally calling a truce.

Luz giggled as she closed the book and the remnants of snow vanished from Amity’s hair.

“Come on, I know somewhere we haven’t been in a while…” she slid her book back on the shelf.

“I have a pretty good idea of where we’re going.” Amity smiled, walking beside her to the romance section of the library.

“Maybe…” She smiled.

Amity chuckled as they stopped in the romance section and she reached up to pull at a familiar book.

The bookcase slid aside to reveal what once had been such an important place to her, then to them, and now stood dusty and empty, with cobwebs hanging off the candlesticks and rafters. She’d long moved all her books and more important things out of the room and into her and Luz’s room at the owl house.

“It’s dusty…," Amity hummed, running her fingers over the empty shelves inside.

“A bit…, I don't think we've really been here in three years,” Luz agreed.

Amity glanced around before she saw a book sitting in the middle of her old desk, it wasn't dull or covered in dust like everything else in the room.

She walked forward and picked it up, Luz watching her with a knowing smile.

It’s dark green, leather-bound cover was soft in her hands. She blinked down at the title, written in her girlfriend’s familiar looping writing.

‘The Tale of Luz & Amity’

She looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend who was watching her with a grin.

“What is this?”

“Why don’t you open it and find out?” she retorted, still smiling. Amity cocked a brow but turned her attention back to the book and flipped open its cover.

The first page had a memory picture pasted to its pages, one she immediately recognized as the magic of the wailing star worked on it and a small, fourteen-year-old version of her and her girlfriend materialized on the pages.

Them in the cafeteria at Hexside, Amity on her knees on the table, and her hands wrapped around Luz’s collar.

“I know you’re in there! Who are you, what are you? I want answers!”

“Blughhh...

Amity chuckled to herself, watching a younger her shake an abomination goo covered Luz like a ragdoll.

She smiled over her shoulder at Luz, who was looking at her with both brows raised encouragingly.

The next page was their meeting at the covention.

'Oh, it's you, Willow's abomination… thing.'

'Heyyyy Amity…. so, funny story, Not, an abomination, sorry for the confusion last week. I'm Luz, the human, hi.'

'Ugh, put that away.'

Amity shook her head at her younger self. If only she knew then what she knew now.

She flipped the page and this time the little figures of the two of them were partially sewed into a book, running from Odabin in this very library..

‘Now what?’

‘I don’t know! I didn’t even think that would work, I was all like ‘arghh!’

She still smirked at the sheer dumbness of that plan.

The next page held another familiar scene.

'Azura book club? Azura book club!?' an excited Luz bounced.

'As long as it's a secret club, okay?' Amity whispered, cheeks pinking.

She turned the page and watched as the next memory photo popped up, the two of them in Willow’s memories, just after sliding the flaming inner Willow into the lake.

‘Whoo, teamwork, baby!’ The younger Luz wrapped her arms around younger Amity and squeezed her.

She smiled to herself as she turned the page to watch the next scene play out in its entirety.

‘Well, if that’s settled, may I have this dance?’ she held out her hand, and Luz’s filled it.

She grinned at the next one, Luz scooping up her and her broken foot after playing grudgby against Boscha.

Then, pasted to the next page was one of the letters Luz had written to her as her secret admirer. She smiled down at it, though in the back of her mind she wondered how Luz had found it, she kept them all in a special box in their closet.

A younger and bashful looking Luz rose up from the paper with a handful of Blood-Blossoms.

‘These flowers could never be as beautiful as you, but I hope you like them anyway...”

There were also a couple of memories from the Masquerade, their dancing, and after the party had ended in her bedroom. Luz stood behind her, quietly, watching, waiting.

She flipped through its many pages, trying not to get too teary-eyed at some, like the night under the grom tree on their one month anniversary, their first fall shower, or her fifteenth birthday. Of course, Luz also included their fight with the illusion track upperclassmen, their first fight, her first numberry tripout when they were camping and that first, awkward dinner with her parents, as well as another first time she quickly flipped past, cheeks red and Luz, snickered behind her as she rolled her eyes.

Of course, she would add that...

She grinned, eyes glazed over with unshed tears at their second grom, graduation when she'd moved into the owl house, and a host of all the other things in between them were brought to life by the wailing stars' magic.

She turned the page about halfway through the book to find the last page with nothing on it.

This one did not contain a memory photo, instead, stuck inside it was a sticky note with a simple single line of text, the magic of the wailing star made the small magic copy of her girlfriend appear on the page, looking up at her.

‘Will you help make the next one by saying yes?’

Amity blinked.

“What? Say yes to wh-” she turned and dropped the book, hands shooting up to cover her mouth as she looked down at Luz on one knee, holding up a small box with a sparkling ring sitting in it.

Luz’s heart was beating in her chest so hard she thought for sure it was about to break some of her ribs. Her mouth was dry, but she somehow managed to speak.

“Amity Blight, will you continue our story with me and marry me?” she asked.

What was in reality only a few seconds felt like an eternity as Luz watched the tears well up in her eyes and drip down her cheeks, her mouth working soundlessly.

“Yes!” she finally managed to shout when she could speak again.

Luz broke out into a bright smile and jumped up, pulling the ring out of the box and taking hold of her girlfriend's shaking left hand, and slipping the ring on her finger.

As soon as it was in place Amity practically flung herself on her, kissing her, even as tears slid down her cheeks.

Luz couldn't stop grinning even as her own eyes welled with tears, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around while Amity squeezed her neck.

She finally set her down but Amity didn't let go.

"I love you," She choked, face buried in her neck.

"Yo también te amo, Amity" she mumbled, squeezing her.

After several long minutes, she finally pulled back and Luz grinned at her, wiping the tears from her pale cheeks before she reached down to pick up the book and handing it to Amity.

"Try not to set these on fire…" Luz grinned and Amity gave her a gentle shove.

"Never," she promised as she really looked at the ring now sitting on her finger and tears threatened to fall again.

"It's beautiful, Luz…" she sniffled, and looked up at her, smiling, and Luz smiled back at her.

It was late when they finally left the library and headed home on Luz's staff.

All the lights were still on in the owl house when they arrived.

Lilith and Eda were both sitting in the living room, along with Gus and Willow when they walked in.

They were looking at them, trying not to appear expectant in case Luz hadn't asked but she grinned at them and held up Amity's hand.

"She said yes!" she declares and the living room erupted with cheers and congratulations.

"I'm going to get the good apple blood!" Eda grinned, disappearing into the kitchen, Lilith following behind her to help.

"Dibs on best man!" Gus called, jumping up.

"You got it." Luz laughed.

"So, was it everything you dreamed it would be?" Willow asked, sliding up to Amity, who smiled at her before glancing at her new fiancée as she talked excitedly with Gus and held the precious leather book in her hands.

"It was perfect."

Before anyone absolutely loses their minds, no, this isn't the end, but a secondary plotline that will take place between their adventures as teenagers in the past.

#Moonlit Masquerade #Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Willow Park #Gus Porter #Eda Clawthorne #Lillith Clawthorne #gay #fic #toh #the owl house

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thatbritishactor · 2 years

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For the ask game, 28, 75 and 78, pretty please?

You!!! You're too cute!! Hi :)

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition?

I'm not a big fan of holidays, cause they mean time with family... And time with family is the worst for me! Although since my bf and I moved in together, we buy a christmas tree and decorate it together and that's very nice I gotta say!!

75. What top three cities do you want to travel to?

So I'm not a big fan of cities... I get overwhelmed by the sounds, the cars, the crowd, the pollution... I hate stepping foot in Paris (I know, I sound like an asshole), but I prefer the countryside/nature a lot better! With that in mind, Hallstatt (Austria) sounds amazing, Riomaggiore in Italy, and Wanaka in New Zealand!

78. Back scratches or having your hair played with?

Omg this one is rough! But since my hair tends to me greasy (sorry tmi), I'd say back scratches !

#ask game

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(A very detailed) TMI Hogwarts AU

Cuz it’s been stuck in my head and I don’t have the time, patience, or talent to write an actual fic

This is part 1

Clary’s the quintessential Gryffindor- Good, brave, willing to fight and do anything for her friends, ridiculously impulsive and stubborn

Simon’s Gryffindor

Isabelle’s Gryffindor

Jace’s Gryffindor- It was a tie between that or Slytherin

Alec’s a definite Hufflepuff

Y’know what Imma put Magnus in Ravenclaw. He’s a witty dude, clever, super wise. Does really well in exams even though the teachers see him mostly chatting or distracted in class.

So yeah Jocelyn ran away. She found Luke, who helped her find a job and a life in the small town he lived in.

She did not try to find a way to suppress Clary’s magic when it did show up. Mostly she just put up a bunch of wards and booby trapped parts of their house, keeping secret Portkey’s in random locations.

And because I hate it when parents keep a super important secret from their kids, and it’d be hard to explain away the weird stuff that happens around her, Clary grows up knowing about her magical heritage. She’s been told time and time again to keep it a secret from her classmates, so she never really found any close friends she could confide in

UNTIL Simon moves into town, and gets introduced to her third grade class. He’s kind awkward and shy (his dad just died, but no one really knows about that yet), so it wasn’t long before a couple of bigger boys decided to pick on the new kid. Clary hated seeing people get hurt, so she quickly stepped in and threw stuff towards them until they ran away.

She had to get benched for three recesses, but it was worth it, and Simon came by every time to make sure the girl who helped him wasn’t too lonely

They were best friends after that

Another thing about Simon: Weird stuff happened around him his whole life. It’s actually why his family had to move- people were starting to talk about that Lewis kid who somehow swept a table full of legos clean, made toilets explode into mean kids’ faces, turned lights on and off whenever he started crying

Rebecca, his (wonderful, loyal, I loved her scenes in the series oh my gosh) big sister who walked him back and forth from places, because people they knew their whole lives were starting to look and say and act mean towards her brother, and she wasn’t having any of it.

His mom was terrified of him, after the denial wore off. It was his dad who calmed her down, telling her that it was still their little boy, that Simon was just as confused just as confused as she was.

It wasn’t long before Simon had one of his accidents, but fortunately it was in private, and Clary was there too.

They were playing hide and seek on Simon’s house, and somehow when Clary found him, his left leg was completely invisible. For a moment Simon was quiet, looking at his first and only friend and wondering if she was going to get scared and call him a freak like the others.

But no, Clary’s eyes got big and wide, and she breathed out, “You’re like me.”

The next day Jocelyn came over to Simon’s place, sat his mom down, and explained everything to her: The wizarding world, Simon being a muggle born, magic schools. It took awhile but his mom was on board with it, relieved that there was an explanation, that somebody else knew what was happening.

Rebecca and Simon were eavesdropping. Afterwards they went to the library and checked out as many fantasy novels as they could, with Clary looking them over and saying which ones sounded close enough to the world her mother told her about.

The mom’s became as close as Clary and Simon are, often sharing stories of their kids, with Simon’s mom coming and asking Jocelyn for advice whenever he had accidents.

The Hogwarts letter came when they were eleven. Clary ran to Simon’s house the moment she got hers, and they both jumped around and screamed together.

The first trip to Diagon Alley was terrifying for the Lewis’s. Jocelyn helped them with most of the shopping list, whispering warnings and tips throughout for the next year, and everyone carefully ignored how they were being stared at- their weird clothes, gadgets, obvious confusion at some of the stores. They got out relatively unscathed, until Jocelyn got recognized by one of her old classmates from Hogwarts, who she pretended not to see and quickly walked away from.

Clary and Simon, on the other hand, were having the time of their lives. They ran from shop to shop, whispering excitedly about all the candies and toys there.

The only thing that dampened their mood was when they got to the robe shop for their fitting, and met the meanest, rudest, (prettiest) boy.

He had looked over at Simon’s and Clary’s clothes, then at the Lewis’s who were standing a distance away, and snorted. Said something about muggleborns and mudbloods with this look on his face, like they were smaller than him.

Even though Simon didn’t know the M word, Clary very well did. How dare this (really cute why does someone this mean so cute it’s not fair) say that about her best friend.

And since Clary couldn’t stand bullies, she shoved him hard, until he fell down. Then yelled at him extensively about rude words, he had no right to say that about his friends, how dare he, until Jocelyn heard the commotion and had to physically drag Clary off of him.

And Simon was there, not knowing what the big deal was but feeling touched anyways. And then a ridiculously good-looking family came over, finding a boy on the ground and a mother scolding her redhead. Jocelyn saw them, and froze.

It was the Lightwoods. So the parents kinda both stop for a second, and it would’ve been more than a second if Alec and Izzy didn’t see Jace and run over, Alec glaring daggers at Clary, and Isabelle going forward and preparing to punch the girl for hurting her brother.

And then after enough prodding, they find out what happened and force the two to apologize. Well, Clary had to apologize to Jace, and Jace had to apologize to Simon.

Like, I headcanon that the Lightwoods are pretty snobby in this au, okay?

But they’re trying to get better

Like they look at Simon and his family in the distance, and a part of them still thinks they’re better than them, but they also recognize that it’s not okay

Backstory on Jace: He was born by Stephen and Celine before Celine died in childbirth, and Stephen got sent to Azkaban (and died a few months later), so he got raised by someone who was really Valentine Morgenstern.

Michael Wayland is not dead in this fic and he is not used as Valentine’s alias. I want him to live. I got too attached to him too quickly in the short story.

AND EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT JACE IS A HERONDALE THERE WILL BE NO SURPRISE SIBLING TWIST IN THIS AU PLS

So he’s been raised on these elitist beliefs, and is still, like, eleven years old, and he’s being slowly trained out of it by the Lightwoods

And getting smacked by an angry (cute) eleven year old girl definitely did help

Or at least it seemed to. Jace got really quiet when they left the shop, but not in a sullen way.

It was similar to the way Alec and Izzy saw him looking at broomsticks, or quidditch matches, or hearing about magical weapons and wars, or when he was listening to the prettiest piano music

I just wanna imagine tiny Jace looking up at a yelling Clary and getting starry eyed, because (barring his sister Izzy) here was the coolest girl he’s ever seen

Like he got fond of Clary when she slapped him “For the other ten percent” tell me this isn’t how Jace gets a crush on her.

They don’t see them when boarding the train, though. The crowd was too big for that. Clary and Simon shared a coach. They kept whispering to each other about all the plans they have, the nights they’ll sneak out of their dorm room and just explore the grounds.

#tmi #the mortal insturment #hogwarts au #tmi hogwarts au #clace #clary fairchild #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #jocelyn fairchild #alec lightwood #jace herondale #maryse lightwood #robert lightwood #the mortal instruments #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles

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