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When We're Thirty...*

Summary: Y/N and Harry made a deal that if they'd both still be single at the age of 30, they would just marry each other. When it's finally her birthday and they are in fact both still single, one thing leads to another.

Pairing: Bestie!H x Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Fluff, but also smut. Best friends to lovers.

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A/N: Soooo, today is my birthday! No, I'm not actually turning 30 but I loved this little idea since Harry did turn 30 earlier this year. 🥹

Ever since Y/N was a little kid, she always enjoyed her birthdays. They were a day that was made specifically for her and no one else. A day when her parents would shower her with love and affection and make her feel like a princess. But the older she got, the more she looked at her birthday as just another year passing by. She didn't see it as a special day anymore and instead looked at it as any other normal day.

But her friends were dead set on making this year's birthday special. They were going to give her the birthday that she deserved. She was a kind and loving person and they wanted her to know how much they cared for her.

They decided to host a party at their favourite karaoke bar and are now standing outside the entrance, waiting for Y/N to arrive.

“What if she doesn't like it?”

“Relax, Sarah! She's gonna love it! Besides, you're the one who planned all this!” Harry reassured the girl.

Sarah is Y/N's best friend and has known her for a long time. When Sarah found out that Y/N never really celebrated her birthday anymore, she decided to put together a surprise party and invited their other friends to come along. One of them being Harry.

Harry and Y/N met in high school, both taking the same math class. They quickly became good friends, hanging out with each other all the time. After high school, they continued their friendship, and now, here they are, a couple of years later, still as close as ever.

“Sorry, I'm late guys. You wouldn't believe the traffic I just came across.” Y/N walks up to the group and greeted her friends. Sarah pulls her in for a hug and smiles at her.

“Hey, happy birthday! We're glad you could make it.” Sarah beams.

“Thanks! It's good to see you all.” Y/N replies as she waves hello to the rest of her friends. Harry walks up to her and wraps his strong arms around her body, pulling her in for a tight embrace.

“Happy birthday, love. You ready to have a great time?” He asks before he plants a warm kiss on her cheek.

Y/N smiles and nods her head. “Absolutely!”

Harry releases his grip on her and grabs her hand, leading her into the karaoke bar. Y/N's eyes scan the area, taking in her surroundings. Her mouth forms into a big grin when she spots the stage.

“Karaoke? That's so cool!” She says with excitement.

“We're gonna get the party started, Y/N.”

“Hell yeah, we are!”

After a few rounds of singing and dancing, the group decides to sit down and order some food and drinks.

“You having a good time, love?” Harry asked.

“I am! Thank you, Harry.”

“Of course, darling. Anything for you.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, both smiling brightly. The way Harry looks at Y/N makes her heart melt. His eyes were so full of love and adoration for her, and she loved it. She loves how he looks at her as if she is the most important thing in his life.

“I want to give you your present now.” He says, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“My present?”

Harry nods his head. “Yes, it's not much, but I hope you like it.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small, black box. Y/N gasps.

“Harry, you didn't have to get me anything. Just being here with you is enough for me.”

“I wanted to, though.”

He opens the box, revealing a small, silver heart pendant necklace.

“Oh my God. Harry, it's beautiful!” Y/N exclaims.

Harry smiles and takes the necklace out of the box. “Here, let me put it on you.”

Y/N turns her back towards him and he places the necklace around her neck, fastening the clasp.

“How does it look?” She asks as she turns to face him.

“Beautiful.”

Y/N blushes and hugs him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry embraces her, pulling her closer to him. They stay like this for a few seconds before they pull away, still looking into each other's eyes.

“So...do you wanna sing a duet with me?”

“Of course, I do! I'd love to.”

The two get up and make their way over to the stage, both excited for their first duet. As the music begins to play, they start to sing along, their voices blending together perfectly. Everyone stops what they're doing and watches the two of them perform. They're in their own little world, and they don't care what anyone else thinks.

The song comes to an end and the two of them finish their performance. They walk off the stage and head back over to their table.

“Wow, you two sounded amazing up there!” Sarah exclaims.

“Yeah, you guys really know how to put on a show.” Their friend, Mitch, adds.

“Thank you.” Harry and Y/N reply in unison, smiling at each other.

As the night goes on, the group continues to have a good time, celebrating Y/N's special day. She's so grateful to have such great friends, and she knows she will never forget this day.

Sarah and Mitch decide to go for a duet themselves. Giving Harry and Y/N some privacy. He looks at her from across the table, his gaze is soft and full of affection. He loves seeing her so happy and carefree, and he knows that he would do anything for her. Y/N has been there for him through thick and thin, and he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

He watches her laughing and having fun with their friends and his heart swells. She's the most beautiful person he's ever seen, inside and out.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, catching him staring at her.

“Remember when we were 14, and we made that deal?”

“What deal?”

“We were 14 and we made a promise that if we were still single at 30, we would get married and live happily ever after.” He says, a playful smirk appearing on his face. He moves closer to her, his eyes locked on hers.

“Oh, God! I had completely forgotten about that!” She chuckles.

“Well, we're both 30 now. And still single, and I for one, plan on keeping my promise.”

“You're crazy, you know that?” Y/N shakes her head.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.” He smirks causing her to roll her eyes, but she can't hide the smile on her face.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Harry looks at her with a smile, his eyes shining bright. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it gently.

“I mean it, Y/N. I'll marry you if you'll have me.”

“Are you proposing to me, Harry?” She asks a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“Hmm, not yet.” He responds, the teasing tone of his voice low and husky. “But someday, maybe even soon, I will.”

He brings his hand up to cup her face, caressing her skin. He leans in close and brushes his lips against hers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“I'll be counting on it.” She whispers, her lips grazing his. They continue to stare at each other, the rest of the world fading away around them. This moment is perfect, and nothing else matters.

Their little bubble is suddenly burst when Sarah and Mitch return, giggling like mad. Harry and Y/N break apart and look over at their friends, laughing as they watch them trying to compose themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Sarah asks, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.

“What was what?” Y/N feigns innocence.

“That! You two were totally making out!” Sarah accuses, pointing her finger at the two of them.

“No, we weren't. We were just talking.” Y/N defends.

“Sure, that's what they all say.” Mitch interjects.

Harry and Y/N share a knowing look, both of them suppressing their laughter. They knew that their friends wouldn't let them live this down.

“Alright, alright, maybe we were kissing a little bit. But it was just a peck. No big deal.” Harry says, trying to play it off.

“It looked like a lot more than a peck to me.” Sarah retorts.

“Come on, it was just a kiss.” Y/N states.

“Whatever, just admit that you're together and save us the trouble.” Mitch laughs.

“We're not together. Not yet anyway.” Harry winks at Y/N, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Well, you better get on with it then. I want to be a bridesmaid.” Sarah states, a smirk forming on her face. Harry and Y/N look at each other, their eyes locking. They both know that their friends are right. They have been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long, and it's time they finally make a move.

The four of them spend the rest of the night laughing and having a good time. But Harry and Y/N's thoughts are only on each other. They can't wait to see where this new chapter in their lives will take them.

“Let's get out of here.” Y/N whispers in his ear, her voice low and seductive.

“Now we’re talking.” Harry replies, a hungry look in his eyes.

The two of them stand up and say goodbye to their friends, promising to meet up with them again soon. As they exit the karaoke bar, Mitch and Sarah share a knowing smile.

“It's about damn time.”

“I know, right?” ***

The cool night air hits their faces as they step outside, the neon lights from the bar illuminating the dark street. Y/N wraps her arms around Harry's waist, resting her head against his chest. He holds her close, his warmth enveloping her. They stay like this for a while, content in each other's company.

“Thank you, Harry. This has been the best birthday ever.”

“Anything for you, love. You deserve it.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Can we go back to your place? I think we need to finish our conversation from earlier.” She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling with desire.

“Of course.” He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with love for the woman in his arms.

They walk hand in hand down the street, looking for a cab home. Y/N can't wait to get him alone. She's wanted this for so long, and now that it's finally happening, she can't contain her excitement.

They spot a cab and flag it down, climbing into the back seat. Harry gives the driver his address and they're off. Y/N snuggles up to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. She breathes in his scent, feeling calm and safe in his arms.

As the car ride continues, the tension between the two of them grows. Their hands are intertwined, their bodies are pressed together, and they can't stop stealing kisses from each other. They both know that once they get back to Harry's apartment, things are going to get heated rapidly.

The cab pulls up to Harry's apartment building and they quickly pay the driver, eager to get inside. Once they're in the elevator, the sexual tension between them is palpable. Harry pushes her against the wall and kisses her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“God, I've wanted this for so long.” He groans.

“Me too.” She breathes.

The elevator doors open but they haven't reached his floor yet. They quickly pull away from each other as they don't want to be caught by his neighbours. Y/N's face is flushed, her lips swollen from the kisses, and her hair a little dishevelled. Harry's downstairs neighbour steps into the elevator and the awkwardness between the three of them is almost too much to bear. The elderly woman glances at Harry and Y/N.

“Don't mind me, you two. You kids enjoy yourselves.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks, Mrs Peterson.” Harry replies, his cheeks flushing pink.

As the elevator makes its way up to his floor, Harry and Y/N try their best not to laugh. They can't believe how awkward that was, but they're thankful that Mrs Peterson didn't seem to care. Harry fumbles with his keys, trying to unlock the door as fast as possible. Y/N can't wait any longer, and she pins him against the door, kissing him deeply.

The door swings open and the two of them tumble into his apartment, their bodies crashing together. They don't even bother turning on the lights as they make their way through the darkness, their lips never leaving each other's. Harry picks her up, his strong arms carrying her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around his waist.

He carries her into his bedroom and lays her down on the bed, hovering over her. His hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her. She moans as his hands find her breasts, kneading and massaging them. He kisses his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin, before he quickly pulls the fabric of her shirt over her head.

“Oh, God, Harry.” She gasps.

He continues his trail down her body, stopping at her chest. He slips a hand underneath her shirt, cupping her breast and gently squeezing it. She arches her back, pressing herself against him. He slides his hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand inside. He finds her wetness and rubs her clit, eliciting another moan from her.

“You're so fucking wet, Y/N.” He groans.

She can't help but grind herself against his hand, desperate for more friction. In the heat of the moment, Harry pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor. Y/N's eyes widen at the sight of his toned body. She reaches out and runs her hands over his bare chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch.

“Fuck, Harry.”

He pulls her pants down, exposing her glistening core. He positions himself between her legs and spreads her open, admiring her. She feels a little embarrassed at being so exposed, but the way he's looking at her makes her forget her insecurities. He trails his fingers up and down her inner thighs, teasing her. She squirms, desperate for his touch.

“Patience, love.” He smirks.

He leans down and licks her slit, his tongue gliding across her folds. She cries out in pleasure, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. He swirls his tongue around her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure increasing with each lick.

“Yes, Harry, just like that.” She pants.

He inserts a finger inside her, curling it and hitting her G-spot. She gasps, her grip on his hair tightening. He continues his assault on her clit, sucking and licking at it. She feels the pressure building, the heat coiling in her stomach.

“Harry, I'm so close.”

He inserts another finger inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucks on her clit. She moans, the sensations overwhelming her. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her whole body tenses as she comes, her orgasm rippling through her.

“Harry!” She screams, her body convulsing as she rides out her high.

He continues to pleasure her, drawing out her orgasm until she's completely spent. He crawls up the bed, leaning over her and kissing her passionately. She can taste herself on his lips, and it turns her on even more. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg, and she can't wait to have him inside her.

She reaches down and palms his cock through his pants, stroking it. He groans, his eyes fluttering shut. She unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection. She wraps her hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

“Y/N.” He groans, his hips bucking forward.

She loves how responsive he is to her touch, and she can't wait to feel him inside her. She positions his cock at her entrance and he slowly slides himself inside of her. They both gasp at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching her walls almost too much to handle.

They both know neither of them sleeps around and is clean, so they forget all about condoms. Especially since Y/N has been on the pill for a few years now.

“Oh, fuck, Harry.” She moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He slowly thrusts in and out of her, his movements gentle but deliberate. He's careful not to hurt her, and she appreciates his consideration.

He increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He grunts, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She can tell he's close, and she's determined to make him come first.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Yeah? You like how I feel around your cock?” She pants.

He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he pounds into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard.

“Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come.” She cries, her walls clenching around him.

He keeps up his brutal pace, and she knows she won't be able to hold back much longer. He growls, his face contorted in pleasure. She can tell he's struggling to hold on, and she knows exactly what to do to push him over the edge.

“Come for me, Harry.” She moans.

Her words are all it takes for him to fall apart, his body shaking as he spills himself inside her. He cries out her name, his fingers gripping her hips as he fills her with his cum. The sensation of him filling her up sends her over the edge, and she comes hard, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak.

He collapses on top of her, their sweaty bodies entwined. He buries his face in her neck, breathing heavily. They lay like this for a while, catching their breaths, their limbs tangled together.

After a few minutes, Harry rolls off her and pulls her close, cuddling her against his chest. She rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. She's never felt so satisfied before.

“That was amazing.” She murmurs.

“Yeah, it was.” He agrees, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

They stay like this for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. They both know that things have changed between them, and there's no going back now. They've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed, and they're both okay with that. As they lay there, Y/N can't help but think back to that day, 16 years ago. The day they made their promise.

“Hey, Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“I guess this means we're getting married.” She smiles.

“Hell yeah, we are.”

They share a laugh, and she couldn't be happier.

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Where the Crawdads and Lilies Dance

Hey, y'all!

This based off the wonderful @bluecoolr's comic.

Also, a gift for @lovely-cryptid and @sketchy-rosewitch (love y'alls writing!)

Has: Angst, fluffy ending, mention of past memories, fires, burning wax, hot steam, some strong words

Enjoy!

Cabin isn't far from Ambrose, so Lester could see the black smoke like crows over roadkill, singing their songs of hunger and lust. Lester remembered whistling for Jonsey when he started the truck and gunned it towards town. His heart wouldn't stop beating as fat tears fell from his eyes. He lost his brothers before from foster care for 13 years; he'll be damned if he lost them to a fire. His heart started to break when he saw the black smoke from the House of Wax, something his mother built as a temple to wax and false art, but his heart fell farther when he saw Bo's truck outside the building. He flew out of the truck and started towards the burning wax.

Men don't cry, boy, his father's voice rang. Men don't cry.

He heard a woman scream, the same girl from earlier, and a new guy trying to get out. But he could give two shits about them. They could burn and die for all he cared! His wild eyes passed over them and saw something that broke him farther. The floor was gone as yellow wax flooded below. He looked up at the ceiling, doing the math quickly. Three minutes until this place becomes--

"Bo!" Lester's voice cracks as he shouts his name. "Vincent! Where are you?" He looked around and found a safe place to slide down. Jonesy followed, her nose sniffing as they both went down. Their brown eyes scanned the burning room as Lester started digging at the soft wax. The heat started getting to his head as the thought of losing his brothers to this filled his lungs with tar and iron. This is no place for anyone to die. This isn't the place were his hopes of being with his brothers forever die and burns away. This isn't the place! It can't be! Just when things were starting to get back to normal and-and... and he didn't have to be alone anymore.

"Start digging, girl!" He commands frantically. "Le' find 'em!" He didn't care about how badly his hands burned or if his knees were going to swell; he wanted his brothers. He wanted Bo to make fun of him again. He wanted Vincent to roll his eye at his terrible jokes.He wanted to drink beers and get drunk with them. He wanted to laugh and smile and joke and... and... "Bo! Vincent!" He screamed standing to move through the burning wax at his ankles. "Please! I still need ya! Where are ya!?"

Just then, Jonesy barked, alerting him to move in time as a waterfall of hot wax and melted flesh washed down. He covered his face as burning liquids splashed his arms, earning a wince. He took a staggered breath at this new hell pit, his eyes scanning over flames and pools of wax. He finds a different spot and starts digging again.

"Keep digging, Jonesy! They have to be here!" Lester didn't mean to sound like a hurt child. Men don't cry. Men don't cry. Men. Don't. Cry. "Ya know, this'd go a lot faster if you gave me a hand!" His mind was going on and on about how he left Bo a night ago in a heated mood. How his older brother wished Lester was never born and how he should've left him for dead in Kansas. How Vincent tried to tell Lester Bo didn't mean it. How it wasn't his fault. How it's-- "Bo! Vinny!" He whined like a child. "Where are ya!? Please!"

Metal from the roof feel close to him, splashing hot wax over his arms again, but he didn't wince away. He had to find his brothers. He has to find them! He didn't want to lose his brothers on his birthday. He couldn't! Jonesy lifted her nose, sniffing the burnt air. Then she caught the smell of spice and ceder. She turned back to Lester and barked twice, making his eyes snap up.

He couldn't help but let out a relief smile and laugh. "Hey!" His face hurt as he smiled too wide. "Jonesy, look!" His heels dug in the soft wax as he scrambled to his feet. "There they are!"

The twins looked as if they never left each other. Bo laying his face to the side, eye swollen and blacken, and his hands out in front as if he was reaching for someone. Vincent behind him as he held onto Bo's shirt. his face connecting to the faded scar on the back of Bo's head. Lester was so glad to see Vincent stir as his eye parted.

Slowly, he lifted himself up from Bo's back, holding his stomach. Everything he's worked for, all the time consumed in wax and art, gone to waste in a snap. He could feel his mother's disappointing eyes looking at him within the flames. His fault. How could he be so careless of his mother's legacy?

"Vincent!" His lone eye snapped up to find his little brother running over to them, wax rising over his calves. "Wake Bo! Wake 'im--!"

Jonesy barked, her head looking up as she ran. Lester's eyes glanced up and went wide. He didn't have time to move as hot wax poured on hos left shoulder. He's felt pain before, but not like this. He staggered forward, hand over his shoulder as he let out a painful scream, and it was enough to make Bo jolt awake. He was slow to rise, his face burning in pain and hurts to lift. His head was pounding as he looked down at the yellow and orange wax, seeing his mother reflection in the river below. Her eyes harden and was angry at him. Bo closed his eyes as he tried to pull himself up to the stand, but he's too weak to stand on his own. He's letting his brothers down, his mother down--

"We gotta get out of here!" Lester looked around the wax pit as more pieces fell next to them. "Drain. Where's the drain?" He asked Vincent, pausing to seeing bright red leaking from his shirt. He swallowed hard, snapping his fingers. "Vincent!" Even his words startled Bo. "Where's the drain?"

Pushing himself up, Vincent held his stomach and pointed forwards towards a hall. Lester followed his finger and saw a tunnel leading towards the church. He gathered himself and went towards Bo. Wincing, he lifted his older brother up--

Vincent pushed them forward as the ceiling above started falling down like butter on a hot plate. He grunted as melted wax burned the back of his shoulder, but the feeling left as he helped carry Bo towards the tunnel. The blazing hot walls and pipes were about to burst as waves of wax built up faster, wax burning their legs as they moved towards the tunnel's hill, lead just upwards. There's still wax, but it wouldn't be as bad as the basement's pool.

"Bo! Mov' yer ass!" Lester snapped as he felt heat raising behind him. "Come on! Move!"

Bo dug his heels into the dirt tunnel and burnt wax. His body wanted to stop moving, to stop going all together--

"I still need ya!" Lester cried, not meaning for tears to fall. "I stills ne' ya, Beauergard!"

That was enough to move his legs to run with his brothers. He lifted his head to see Vincent leading the way towards the ladder to the church's floor, and he just taste the outside. Bo could see something like a new start to a summer's day, a new look at something his mama never promised. He didn't realize how heavy the chains of Ambrose had on him until he was running away from the hot wax and mixed flash and bones. He didn't realize how easier it was to breathe as he made it to the bottom of the ladder leading up to the church, how he pushed his twin up first to take Jonesy out of there. The sweetness of being free was right at his fingers, and he only had to thank his baby brother--

"Bo!" Lester pushed his brother up the ladder as a pipe hissed and shot open. Metal and brass flew like a bullet, hitting Lester's fast like a plastic bag on a windy day. Metal grazed his cheek, cutting his wrist, and the pipe shot right pass where Bo was standing. If his brother didn't move him fast enough... no, don't think that. Lester let out a gut twisting scream as steam splashed his face, pushing backwards, tripping on his feet to fall in burning wax.

Bo watched in horror as his brother's back arched as his screams rang throughout the tunnel, cutting him deep than any leather strap and duck tape. The look in Lester's eyes when they locked with his was a mixture of fear, and that twisted his gut like a knife to the chest.

"Les!" Bo jumped down from the ladder steps and bent down. Picking up his crying brother, his threw him over his shoulder and went up the ladder with his injured arm. "Vince! Grab 'em!" He breathed hurriedly. "C'n't hold him longer."

Wincing, he pulled his baby brother up to the floor of the church then helped Bo out of the hole. The knife in his stomach burned and tore at his skin, but it all slipped away as Bo's shaking hands pulled his him into a tight hug, breathing heavily against his clothing. The sudden hug made Vincent freeze for a moment before his arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tightly. The morning sun poured into the church like a waterfall over a cliff, sudden and beautiful all at once.

Bo didn't have time to apologize to his twin when he heard Lester's sobs and hitched breaths on the floor next to them. Vincent looked down at their little brother then back at Bo. Nodding, they pulled Lester up, and both were sick. The left side of his face was burned lightly and bleeding. His shoulder now glued to the fabric of the wax covered jacket from earlier. Blisters and cuts from wax and metal scarred his body as if he was cracking at the seams. His fingers burned and red, blood dripping from raw, soft wax. Fat tears ran down his face like an uncontrollable rain cloud. The mixture of pain and happiness was hard to tell apart.

Taking deep, heaving breaths, Lester lifted himself and wrapped his arms around his brothers, hugging them as tight as he could. He cried in their shoulders, sobbing their names like he did when he first drowned in the Mississippi that one time. His brothers saved him from a watery grave, and he's thankful for that every day.

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It was slow and hard to stand up, but it was a team effort as they moved from the church floor, standing up from behind the alter. The wax figures siting forever in prayer with their heads down didn't seem to care for them as they limped off down. Bo and Lester carried their brother by his arms down the alters steps. Bo leaned against his mother's coffin, wincing at the pain in his head. Goodness, it'll take four or five beers to numb this pain. Either way, he was with his brothers once more. Lester got them back by jumping head first into the lion den with his eyes closed.

His blue eyes fell over his mother's body and shutters. "Lester, where you parked?"

"There's a car outside," Lester answered instead. "Truck's too far."

Jonesy trouts down the isle and barked at them to follow. The closer they are to freedom and away from this town, the better they'll be. That's the look Jonesy gave that made the brothers step one foot in front of the other. Bo stopped at the door and looked back at his mother in the coffin and the pastor's gaze over the dead.

"'M sorry, Mama," he whispered, swallowing hard. He flinched as the sun hits his eyes, reflecting off her coffin as if she was hitting him. "'M sorry I le' ya down."

Lester bit the inside of his cheek. "Beauergard?" Bo slowly looked at his brother to find sadness in his eyes. Did Lester always look so scared and sad? "Time to go. We can go to my home." With his burned shoulder, he pushed open the door and led the way down the church steps, helping his brothers down with every step. Though his legs felt like jello and his back was too stiff and hard, he tried to keep a strong hold for them. He already broke his father's rule about crying. Men don't cry. "Nice and easy, okay? See? We can use that jeep and get to my cabin. 'S far from here, so no ones will finds us."

It was hard to close the door with his mother laying there, her eyes burning down his soul as they made it to the jeep. He could hear her voice scream at him, calling him a disappointment and monster. He could hear his father calling him a failure and disgrace. He felt the scars on his wrist burn and peal as Lester hot wired the car, starting the engine. Apart of Bo wanted to die in the flooded basement. He wanted to die in the town that cursed his life from the start, and hurt his twin deep than the scar on his face.

The car jerked to life, and they drove away from the smoke and death of the town. Lester didn't want to look back, but the mirrors made him. Then his eyes fell on Vincent, who was staying awake despite the pain from the wound screaming at him to close his eyes, and Jonesy, who was curled on Vincent's lap. Lester looked forward and sighs softly. It doesn't matter that his home was gone; it never was his home to begin with. He's just happy that he gets to be with his brothers again. He has them.

Carefully, he pulls into the back roads and drove off down the gravel, heading to the cabin.

*************

"Why?"

The crickets chirped as the day came to an end. The view from the cabin gave them the chance to see the police and firetrucks. It was like this all day from what Bo could tell. All of it was for them and for that bitch that got away. Vincent was resting in Lester's room with Jonesy on his feet, his breathing normal and easy after being sown together. Bo took a show and let Lester tend to his wounds. As for Lester's injuries, Bo helped him ice his back and shoulder. The marks that the steam left will fade in a could of weeks; nothing that'll last forever. As for his back and left shoulder? He'll forever have a hero's mark for saving his brothers.

They sat on the cabin porch, Bo in the rocking chair Lester made, and Lester with in his dark grey boxers, sitting on the steps with a glass of ice water. His back was wrapped in bandages and his shoulder had aloe and crushed mint leaves over the burn. His legs wrapped in frozen peas and corn to heal the burns he suffered saving them. They were in silence for a while, so why break it now?

Lester jerked his head at his brother's soften voice. "Wha' ya mean?" He lifted a brow in confusion.

"Why did ya do 'at?" Bo rocked in the rocking chair as he flicked the fully burned cigarette. "Ya could've died."

"But I didn't."

"Don't be stupid, Lester," Bo said blankly, not raising his voice. The loudness of everything pounded his head. "Don't do that."

Lester looked up from the porch step then back at the town. The fire trucks were pulling out while some police officers stayed. "I still need ya, Bo," he didn't mean to sound so soft. "I stills needs ya."

"Ya could've started over."

"Not withou' ya," Lester shook his head. "We can starts over. Somewhere new, ya know? I'm thinking," his pauses as he takes a sip of water, "I'm thinking Alaska! Somewhere where Vincent doesn't feel judged and can be comfortable alone! He's always wanted ta' ge' away." Then he cracked a grin. "Youes and I's can hunt and fix cars. We c'n own a shop togetha... like ya promised me." He chuckles to himself at the thought. "It don't matt'a where I's starts over as long as 'm with y'all."

Bo took a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Ya still need us?"

"Always needed ya, Bo," Lester answer, looking back. Then a thought crossed his mind. "Do ya need me?"

Bo closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth. The smell of honeydew and the swamp sent him somewhere calmer, somewhere he and his brothers could swim with the crawdads and lilies. Yes, they can go where the crawdads and lilies dance. They can see the world as it really is, forgetting Ambrose and this life. Forever living the lives they promised themselves on the front steps at the foster home. Freedom never tasted so sweet against his teeth and lips.

"Yeah, Les," Bo said softly, opening his eyes to meet his little brother's soft brown puppy eyes. "I still need ya."

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a question of morality, or a test of loyalty?

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This was written as a birthday present for @ghastlybin , so happy birthday to a wonderful friend and fellow clown. ❤️ Also, this was heavily inspired by the works of @kingmaker-a (you can probably spot the references and thank you to King and @neon-city-dreams for fielding my questions since this fic was a bit out of my wieldhouse)

TW: ACAB and anti-capitalism themes, betrayal, alcohol, food and drink mentions, OOC SuA, a surprise guest at the end :)

Summary: One wrong turn can change your life forever. Some, like SuA, are resistant to change, while others are at the forefront of it all. Where will you lie after everything in your life changes?

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Hey, Geek Squad, over here!"

SuA waves you over with what surely is a weapon in her hand.

"What did you do this time?"

Your lab coat freely flows behind you as you walk towards SuA with haste.

"I think you mean 'What did we do?'" A smirk lies on SuA's face, and the tamed wilderness that rests in her brown eyes should tell you that nothing but trouble is on the horizon. "Watch this!"

With a simple click, the cylindrical object in her hand comes to life. It emits a deep violet color before SuA begins swinging it around. You duck before she swings the object over your head.

"What are you trying to do, behead me?"

She bursts out into a fit of laughter before turning it off.

"No, it doesn't have the capability to do that, but you may have given me an idea for my next project."

"C’mon, be serious. What is this thing for?" You gesture to the object that SuA tosses in the air carelessly before catching it.

"It's a zoning device. The superior asked me to work on it since you haven't had any great ideas as of late."

Your eyes widen as you fold your arms.

"Genius takes time-"

"Genius takes time -" SuA imitates you with a high-pitched voice as you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"You're acting like a child-"

"You're acting like a child!" She imitates you again, but this time, she uses a deep voice.

"I hate you."

"I love you~"

"That's not what I said." You matter-of-factly say as she lightly pushes against you.

"Well, that's what I heard." She smirks, again, before grabbing onto your arm.

You do your best to hide the shyness on your face as you lead her back to the lab.

"Speaking of genius-"

"Speaking of genius-" SuA bursts out laughing before squeezing your arm. "Okay, I'm done, you can continue on."

"Remember that car design that wouldn't work due to the spring constant-"

"Oh, here we go with the math stuff-"

"It's Physics, Sua," You're quick to correct her, "but I managed to fix it, and I should have the plans for you by tomorrow so you can start building."

"Look at you go, Calculator Watch!"

"You're so mean to me." You joke before poking her sides.

She screams and you flinch before breaking away from her.

"Don't do that! I'm sensitive." She crosses her arms in front of her chest in defiance, but the soft smile on her face tells you that she knows you're joking around. "Are you going to get drinks with me tonight?"

"I've got to change first, but yeah, I'll come." You adjust your lab coat before grabbing your ID from its protector. "Same place as usual?"

"Yup," She nods as you place your ID in front of the scanner, "and I don't think you need to change. You make the lab coat look hot, if I'm being honest."

A bit of red dusts your cheeks as the light in front of the scanner turns from green to red.

"Thanks." You mumble before waving her on. "Let's get this done so we can get those drinks, huh?"

"Now you're speaking my language!"

Living in the city had numerous benefits, and one of which was the fact that you could walk from your workplace to home and then back again. You liked taking the scenic route home as you could admire the delicate, dainty work that the city gardeners had created in the small gardens that dusted the sidewalks.

You liked taking the 'good' way home, or at least, that was the name that your co-workers gave it. They didn't like to go through the regular parts of the city due to the high crime rates, so they stuck to their same-old ways. You weren't against the poor and out-of-luck, but safety was a real concern for you, so you take the routine way home every day.

Today, however, was not your lucky day as there happened to be unavoidable construction work on both your regular and alternate route home. That meant that you would have to take the back alleys home, and although you weren't fond of the idea, you didn't want to be late to meet SuA.

Arming yourself with one of your homemade projects, a knife-like object that would send the victim to sleep once it penetrated the skin, you carefully walk through the alleys as you keep your head up. Awareness was a key tool in surviving in the city, especially if you weren't rich or happened to be in the wrong area at the wrong time.

The walk home was nerve-wracking but mostly peaceful. A few stragglers gave you some strange looks, and you couldn't blame them. Your pristine clothes and pure white lab coat must've looked strange next to a worn-down building covered in graffiti. You paid them no mind, and to the stranger that went too close, you flashed your weapon which caused them to quickly back away.

Everything was peaceful, and you felt yourself relax as your apartment building came into sight. Since you were on a main walkway, there were armed guards everywhere, which caused you to slip your weapon back into your pockets. Your quickened steps turned into a relaxed stroll as you tried to find your keys in your pocket.

After giving yourself a quick pat-down, you find the keys in your left pants pocket. You fish them out as you approach the building.

You're stopped by a crowd of people who are talking among themselves. You try to navigate around them, but the crowd's density causes you to reconsider. You'll be heading into the street if you want to do that, and considering how fast most cars go, you choose to stay off the roads.

You shoot SuA a quick text saying that you'll be late, and you slip your phone back into your pocket as you try to weave through the crowd. You stop dead in your tracks when a piercing scream breaks through the hustle and bustle of the city.

With that, the crowd breaks as people go running in different directions. You're left confused until you look to your right.

A girl who couldn't be older than fifteen is shoved against a wall by a couple of guards. She wails again, but they pay her no mind. One guard looks at the other for a moment before pulling out a skinny blue metal rod. You gasp when it illuminates blue after the guard turns it on.

The girl screams and thrashes against the guards, but you're unable to help her. Interfering in the business of the guards in a serious offense, and you don't need that sort of thing on your record.

Besides, if you did rescue her, what would you say?

"Oh, you see that torture device in that guards hand? Funny story, actually, since I'm the one who designed it."

Conflicting opinions battle in your mind as you unlock the door to your apartment.

Should you have intervened, even if it meant your own demise? Would it mean anything if you did? Would those above forgive you for the transgressions against society?

You carelessly throw your lab coat on a nearby coat hanger as you nervously pull at a strand of hair from your head.

That image is scorned into your memory, and you know that you can’t go back to work and continue to do what you did every other day before. The thought of it makes you nauseous, but the question remains to be answered.

What are you going to do next?

You try to pick an outfit in peace, and you’re successful for a moment before another wave of guilt crashes over you.

That little girl could’ve grown up to be something great… god-knows-where she is now, or if she’s still alive.

Still alive, you hope as you get dressed, please be alive.

You have to hope she’s alive. Otherwise, the guilt would eat you alive.

“Hey, you made it!” SuA roughly pats your back before rubbing your arm. “You look nice, all dressed up like that.”

You nod and bite your lip before ordering a drink.

“You alright?” SuA tugs at your arm as you sit next to her. “I know you’re quiet and withdrawn at times… but this is strange for you.”

“I have a lot on my mind.” You confess as you thank the bartender for giving you a drink.

“Like what?”

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” You shake your head as the thoughts come to the front of your mind.

“I worry about you.” Her voice softens, along with her mannerisms. “You can tell me, you know.”

“If I do… you won’t judge me for what I say, right?”

“Not unless you say something stupid.” She shoves you with her shoulder before grabbing your hand. “I’m all ears.”

So you tell her everything.

Everything about what you say. Everything that you had thought in the past hour. Everything, everything, e v e r y t h i n g.

When you finish, SuA quickly hushes you before speaking in a low tone.

“You can’t- you can’t do anything about that girl-”

“That won’t help me sleep at night.” You mummer back. “What do you think?”

“I… You need to move on.”

“SuA, I… I can’t.”

“I know.”

“So?” You softly say.

“So.”

“You can’t… you can’t just say that!” You exasperatedly say. “You need to tell me something.”

“What do you want me to say?” SuA asks with a bit of anger in her voice.

“I need you to tell me anything, SuA, I need you to tell me it’s alright.”

“You’re an adult. You can comfort yourself.”

“I need you to be on my side because I love you!” You raise your voice a moment before lowering it again. “I can’t stand the thought that you believe in these… sick, twisted ideas that this company, this city, this world promotes!”

“You love me?” SuA softens further before embracing you. “I’m sorry that I never said anything before.”

“What do we do now? How do we move forward?”

“I think that’s a question that can be answered after a few more rounds of alcohol.” SuA suggests before pulling away from you.

“Oh… okay.”

“Hey.”

“Hey?” You tilt your head at her.

“I love you too, you nerd.”

It was a dangerous plan.

It was a bad plan.

But it was your only option at the moment.

You and SuA would go into work tomorrow like nothing was wrong. During the shift, however, the two of you would be destroying any of your work that could pose a threat. After that, you’d wipe SuA and yourself from the computer system so you’d be completely untraceable. Then, after you had called in a favor from an old friend, you had a couple of electric motorcycles that would get you out of the city before anyone knew anything was wrong.

It was, most definitely, a horrible plan. One error could end with the both of you dead.

It was your only chance to right a wrong, and your chance to escape this nightmare with SuA, so it had to be a good plan that went well.

At least, that’s what you told yourself as you got dressed this morning. After combing your hair into place, you grab your lab coat and head to work.

One last day, you tell yourself, and the rest of your life can be spent doing something good for once.

You offer SuA a gentle nod as you clock in with your idea. She smirks before poking your side with her elbow.

“Why so gloomy?”

“I’m trying not to be.” You mumble before walking in the lab. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

Brief greetings between the two of you were rare, but you had to hope that none of your co-workers thought that anything was wrong. Luckily, no one paid either of you any mind as you slipped into the lab.

You offer a glance backward as you see SuA walk towards the workshop with a phone in hand.

She’ll be fine, you know it. SuA’s a burning fire that’ll do whatever it takes to survive.

You just have to hope that your own resolve can last through an entire shift.

The day goes smoothly, to your surprise. In between working on a comfort project for one of the rich families, you’re able to delete or modify most of your work that would’ve led to the development of weapons or something worse.

As you stare at the weapons in front of you, you can’t help but wonder why you didn’t see this before. Was it the money that blinded you, or were you truly ignorant and resigned to what the people above you were doing?

It didn’t matter because you were going to be done with this life in an hour.

An hour. 60 minutes. 3600 seconds.

Yet the time crawls by at any agonizing pace.

One hour.

You look at the clock in front of you before pulling your flash drive from the device in front of you.

Three minutes.

Three minutes left, and all of you had to do was remove this flash drive from the premises. Maybe you could take it with you and try to amend the war crimes that you had committed by association, or-

The sound of your boss calling your name causes the hair on your arms to shoot up. You discreetly put the flash drive in your pants pocket before turning around.

“Yes?”

“Did you delete all of your work?”

“I-” Shit. “It was an accident.”

“Liar.”

They step aside to reveal SuA behind them.

Your mind races through a million possible explanations before landing on the one that hurts the most.

SuA betrayed you.

She mouths an ‘I’m sorry’, but you’re too blindsided by her actions to say anything.

She did this? After everything she said last night?

“You can hand over the files, and I’m willing to let this go due to your history of good behavior.” Your boss says as they extend a hand out.

You sigh before fishing the flash drive out of your pocket.

“Good, now just hand it to me-”

You hesitate before gripping onto the flash drive.

Could I really live with myself if I did something like this?

You drop the flash drive on the ground before stomping on it with your foot.

You hear SuA gasp as you dryly laugh.

“Whoops.”

“Seize them!”

Public execution.

You knew that was the fate that was destined for you before it came from the judge’s mouth. You had committed treason against one of the biggest companies in the city, which basically meant that you had committed treason against the whole city.

You didn’t really care, though. The one person you actually cared about turned you in, and for what gain?

You thought SuA was honorable, kind, funny, and respectful. There were many nights where you had dreamed of being something more with her. Now, she was repulsive to you. Everything that you had adored about SuA became something that you cursed at. You were so, so wrong about her.

You, however, were right about SuA in one respect: She would do whatever it took to survive.

The guard stationed at your door had told you that SuA wanted to come and see you, but you refused.

Why would you want to see someone who doomed you to death?

Well, you did that part yourself, but it still hurts.

You were numb, so death didn’t seem so bad.

Three days. 72 hours. 4320 minutes. 259,000 seconds.

The amount of time that you had left to rot in this cell before you died.

You had stopped eating a day ago after you found out SuA was paying the jail to provide you with meals that you liked.

You’d do anything to spite her at this point. You knew that she couldn’t handle the fact that your blood would be on her hands, so you’d relish in the thought of making her waking hours as torturous as possible.

You trusted her.

You had the two weeks before your sentencing to mourn the loss of that relationship.

In the place of cold, wet tears and lonely nights were fiery anger and bitter words, but you knew that you couldn’t say any of it to SuA.

She’d apologize, you’d apologize, and she’d get the closure she needed.

So you wouldn’t let her get close. If you had to be punished, then so did she.

The guard in front of you knocks to signal meal time.

“I’m not hungry. You should already know that.”

When they look at you, you realize that this guard isn’t the same one that you’ve had.

“Sorry,” You grumble before hugging your knees close to your chest, “you must be new.”

“Well, I’d be new if I was a guard in the first place.”

“Huh?”

You quickly stand as the guard tosses their hat to the side. Light purple waves of hair fall down her shoulders.

“Who are you?”

“We’re impressed with your efforts, Scientist Zero.” She smiles before fishing keys out of her pocket. “You’re coming with me if I didn’t make it obvious already.”

“What do you want with me? A private execution?” You bitterly spit as she offers you her hand.

“You can sit and rot in this jail if you want, but I think you have some amends to make, right?”

“How do you know so much about-”

“Do you want to come with me or not?” She offers you an ultimatum, and you sigh before cautiously taking her hand.

“I’m choosing to trust you in the hopes that you don’t stab me in the back.”

“I’d never dream of it.” She jokes, and the laughter squeezes the vulnerable part of your heart.

“I need a name before I fully put my life in your hands.”

“Lee Gahyeon.” She answers before pulling you to the side.

Another person, dressed in similar prison wear, takes your place in the cell before Gahyeon closes the gate.

“Don’t tell me they’re going to-”

“We do what we have to.” Gahyeon darkly answers. “A lot of people have faith in you, including myself, Zero. Is it alright if I call you Zero?”

You pause as you think back to the names you’ve been called before.

Geek Squad, Calculator Watch, Nerd.

“I’ve been called worse, believe me.”

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indeliblescarspivotalmarks · 6 months

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REPUTATION EASTER EGGS

Here is my master list post of all the easter eggs I believe have been left for Reputation (Taylor's Version). If I've missed any please let me know!!! Happy Rep TV clowning!🐍🤡

112 THEORY

Via this theory, Reputation (Taylor's Version) is rumoured to be releasing on the 16th of February 2024 in Melbourne Australia on the first night of the Australian leg.

The announcement is rumoured to be 26th of November 2023 in Sao Paolo Brazil, on the final night of the Eras Tour 2023.

Now onto DATE MATH!

11/26/23 is the rumoured announcement date.

SO let's break down this date!

1+1+2+6+2+3=15.

1+5=6.

rep is the sixth album.

reputation TV would be her 15th album including re-recordings

Now let's look at the rumoured release date for Reputation (Taylor's version)....

It's rumoured and guessed to be releasing on February 16th 2024. 02/16/24.

Let's break that date down too...

0+2+1+6+2+4=15.

1+5=6.

MIC DROP!

National Cake Day!

11/26 is national Cake Day.

In the Bejeweled Music video Taylor is dressed as Marie Antoinette, who famously said 'let them eat cake.

And she gave a STRONG wink during that scene.

On Sao Paolo N1, Taylor VERY deliberately looked over her shoulder and winked at the crowd, right into the camera. It feels like too much of a coincidence with little miss nothing is ever accidental.

Taylor repeated this on N2, and stuck her tongue out.

There is also the cake in the I Bet You Think About Me Music video.

The numbers on the top of the cake are: 13, 26 and 2. 13x2 is 26, which seems to be an easter egg for 26/11! As well as the obvious 2's hinting towards the second month of February!! She also pulls her hand through the cake and creates two equal lines....a sideways 11?

Black Friday

11/26 falls on the weekend after Black Friday. Reputation's colour is Black, and Reputation being announced 2 days after Black Friday seems a small nod to her blacking out her socials and 3 days later posting a Reputation teaser...

And perhaps 2 because of...well February!

BEJEWELED MUSIC VIDEO

Danielle Haim

Taylor's casting of the Bejeweled music video interested me! She cast her friends the Haim sisters to play her wicked step-sister in the first scene, which is FILLED with easter eggs.

Particularly important to me is Danielle Haim.

Danielle was born on the 16th February 1989.

Yes. 02/16. The same date as Reputation (Taylor's version rumoured release. Now just remember this date. It becomes important later!!!

She was also 33 when the music video was both filmed and released. 33. 3+3=6..6 means Reputation

Danielle says "bye snake" as they leave Taylor. She is the first person to mention Taylor being a snake in this video

I do believe Taylor wouldn't miss the chance to use her friends as easter eggs when possible!!!

Danielle also flicks her fan 6 times during that scene. Credit to @kush07_ on Twitter for this fan one!

Laura Dern

Laura Dern interestingly is another February birthday (02/10/67) within that casting. Exceptionally interesting to have 2 people born in the second month present during a scene filled with 2's with outright easter eggs to Reputation...hmmm

Kingdom Keys

The wording of 'keys to your own castle' during the discussion of what the girls will get if they marry the prince is particularly interesting to me. It is VERY strongly reminiscent of 'I don't like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me' from LWYMMD.

Twos

There are two candles burning to the side of Laura as she talks to Taylor. Also two lights above the sisters. There's a lot of 2's / doubles imagery in this music video.

There are two candles next to where the Haim sisters and Laura exit the room.

Danielle our Feb 16th hint is also the second person to say goodbye to Taylor. Another 2.

Alana then calls Taylor 'snakey'. This is the second time a snake reference is said, and it is the last. Another 2 of course...

In the scene with Dita Von Teese there is 2 of everything.

In the final scene of the video there are two torches on either side of Taylor. Just another 2. Just for funsies.

Exile ends 02

Taylor then receives the oyster shell stopwatch which declares "exile ends at 02". Now going back to Alana and Danielle's comments...exile ends for this SNAKE at 02. FEBRUARY.

Outfits

The next scene shows Taylor in a hooded black outfit. This is very strong imagery of the reputation stadium tour beginning outfit she wore.

In the scene where jewels begin flying to her, there is a scene alone of just her boots when she is walking. This really reminded me of the beginning of the reputation section of the eras tour.

Full Moon

When we see the outside of the building of which the elevator is in, there is a full moon. 11/26 is a full moon. SNTV was announced on a full moon, 1989TV was the day before a full moon....

Dita Von Teese scene

In the scene with Dita Von Teese, Taylor is dripping in diamonds. Very reminiscent of LWYMMD bathtub scene.

Theres two chandeliers present during this scene. This just struck the idea of the lyric 'bass beat rattling the chandelier' from This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things.

Ghosted

Taylor refuses Jack's proposal. The text says...she ghosted.

When did Taylor ghost on us? Rep era! she wasn't seen, she was like a ghost!

Marie Antoniette

Taylor is dressed like Marie Antoinette in the scene where she receives the keys. Marie famously said 'let them eat cake'. National Cake Day is 11/26. This also lines up with the I Bet You Think About Me Cake theory!

Castle Crumbling

The final scene has her stood in a crumbling castle at night. Her castle crumbling overnight...hello Call It What You Want To! There is also a full moon...

KARMA MV

Devil Scene

The scene that we link to Reputation is the second scene featuring Taylor. She's dressed in all black and has a mask of the devil.

This scene starts at 20 seconds. She waves at 26 seconds.... perhaps an easter egg for the era beginning in the 2nd month and for the album saying' hello' aka an announcement on the 26th!

She's surrounded by 13 dancers at this point, the presence of a 13 normally is alerting us it is an easter egg.

The belt on her dress is very similar to a necklace she held up during the LWYMMD behind the scenes walkthroughs.

Ice Spice

Ice Spice is featured in both the song and of course the video. Her birthday is 1/1. New Years Day. And well...Taylor loves to use a birthday as an easter egg...

Island

The scene where Taylor is laying as an island has linked her to Te-Fiti, and the codename for Karma was 'Volcano'. However in Sao Paolo, there is an island called 'Snake Island'. And the outline of this island looks VERY similar to how Taylor looks as an island!

Coffee Cup

Obviously we have the most obvious one we all know and love. The Midnights coffee cup being a blue nail at 8 & a black nail at 2. 1989TV was announced in August, meaning the nails definitely meant something.

Now the black nail being at 2 could mean released in February or announced then, but I'm leaning heavily towards releasing!

The coffee cup has the hands of the clock between 11:56, indicating it is becoming close to midnight.

Midnight = 12. December is the 12th month, but she's indicating something coming BEFORE MIDNIGHT. 4 minutes in fact before midnight. Indicating reputation is coming 4 days before December. Aka November 26th!

I CAN SEE YOU MV

The only real easter egg I could find within this music video for Reputation was the use of a Getaway Car and the dark outfits.

You Are In Love Lyric Video

In the sand of this video are the letters R E P...hello reputation!

The Eras Tour

At one night of the Eras Tour, Taylor said the crowd were jumping like kangaroos. With Reputation TV rumoured to release February 16th in Melbourne, Australia, I am counting this as an easter egg for SURE.

VMAS

Hello. The Outfit. That's Reputation!

The Ring Taylor wore (and broke) is very very similar to the necklace pendant Laura Dern wears in Bejeweled. Telling us to look at Laura, who is a February birthday.

During her acceptance speech, Taylor used the words 'slithering around genres' to describe her musical journey. Well that reputation if I've ever seen her!

PREVIOUS ANNOUNCEMENTS

Taylor announced Speak Now with Sparks Fly. Track 2.

She announced 1989 TV with New Romantics. Track 16.

2/16...how interesting!

RIO

The choice of playing ME! as her first acoustic song ON N3 was VERY interesting to me. Her first released song that she owned. Interestingly it came out on the 26th of April 2016. Yup a 26! The music video also begins with a snake, and signified the end of the rep era, so I do think it was used as a Rep Easter egg, especially when paired with So It Goes....

It was interesting she paired a track 16 with a track 7. 16 is her rumoured rep release day and 7 is her rumoured debut release day.

Post Rio the only remaining Reputation song left for surprise songs is 'I Did Something Bad'. It appears Taylor is doing what she did with 1989 and will announce after finishing the entire album!

SAO PAOLO

They used a new reputation era photo from the Taylor Insta photoshoot for a welcome banner in transit areas. After scouring the internet and my swiftie sources I couldn't find it anywhere, so I am presuming this high quality image was provided to Sao Paolo to use from Taylor's team... a rep era picture..hmmm

In TaylorNations post from pre Sao Paolo N1, they say they are 'wonderstruck'. This is from the song Enchanted. Enchanted has a run time of 5.53. 5+5+3= 13. Funny them using a 13 song to talk about Sao Paolo...seems important right!

In Sao Paolo there is an island called Snake Island. I think this is important as mentioned in the Karma MV section.

There are 6 shows in Brazil. 6 again that's REP CODED!

N3 will be her 13th international date. It will also be her 66th show overall.

Taylor's opener Sabrina Carpenter came out in an outfit very reminiscent of Taylor's rainbow dress from the Reputation Stadium Tour. Taylor's openers have been in on announcements in the past, Haim knew about 1989TVs release!

Taylor looked over her shoulder and winked right into the camera. This is very similar to the wink she did in Bejeweled whilst dressed as Marie Antoniette!

For surprise songs on Sao Paolo N1 Taylor sang Now That We Don't Talk for the first time. This song has a run time of 2:26. Taylor is insane enough to do this....2=February. 26= Announcement date,.

She also played Innocent. Innocent is track 11 on Speak Now. So by using Now That We Don't Talk and Innocent she easter egged both the numbers 2, 26 and 11. February and the 26th of November!!!!

Innocent is also sampled in LWYMMD. It is also about the same person. Innocent was also first played on 12/09/10. 1+2+0+9+1+0=13! Sao Paolo N1 was also a 13 date (11/24/23 - 1+1+2+4+2+3=13)

Taylor stuck her tongue out a LOT this night. I think she knows we are clowning and is playing with us. Also...snakes do stick their tongues out constantly so...

Taylor did a sideways Dolphin body roll in Midnight Rain. She doesn't normally do this. We saw her do this move during the BTS clips of Reputation being made and recorded.

SURPRISE SONGS

Surprise songs were Safe and Sound and Untouchable. An interesting pairing. As Safe and Sound technically wasn't on an album release, it's a track 0. Untouchable is a track 15.

Reputation (Taylor's Version) will be Taylor's 15th album including rerecords.

Safe and Sound was released on the 26th of December 2011.

Untouchable was released on the 26th of October 2009.

Safe and Sound is all about protection from the outside world, and Untouchable is about dreaming of something you feel you can't have. During the Reputation era/events leading to Rep's release Taylor went into hiding to protect herself from the outside world, and dreamt of the public releasing she was right about the phone-call and the Kimye situation all along, but she felt they wouldn't believe her.

There are lyrical parallels in both the surprise songs to Reputation songs. Credit to @taylorslavender and @lightupfloor on twitter for these!

TRIPLE HIGH NOTE

Taylor did a triple Don't Blame Me high note on N1. The only surprise song left from rep is track 3. This triple note was done once in Rio, N3 in Atlanta, once in Tampa, Glendale once and finally Sao Paolo N1. This means she has done it 5 times. She did not sing that note in the rep set N2 in Sao Paolo. If she does it N3 she would bring the total of triple notes during tour to 6...aka rep's number!

Photographer

A black and white photographer named Damon Baker (@damon_baker) who has previously worked with Taylor, posted her on his story on 11/25 answering a question box asking 'last thing that inspired you?' answering 'my next creation'. Now with Reputation TV being rumoured to release on 11/26 and likely with a black and white photoshoot makes for an interesting situation. He also posted a story saying his next project was coming 'tomorrow' aka 11/26...

Reputation Merch

In the holiday merch drop, Reputation appeared to receive the most new merch. In the VERY limited edition drops, most of the old pieces sold were Reputation Merch.

The Black Friday sale timer ends on 11/26.

Instagram

As of 11/26, Taylor's Instagram is currently aligned, and has a clear darker theme to it. We saw this when 1989TV was released that her feed became bluer.

The Surprise Song Countdown.

It is theorised Taylor is using her rerecorded albums to count down to Reputation's release using her surprise songs. TaylorNation shared a countdown video for the Black Friday Store sale

Now That We Don't Talk (4th rerecord)

Innocent (3rd rerecord)

Safe and Sound (2nd rerecord)

Untouchable (1st rerecord)

It is theorised she could do a song from Debut as this would be album 0 as the rerecord hasn't been announced yet, or perhaps Glitch. Then we think she will do I Did Something Bad and announce Reputation (Taylor's Version).

Dancer Instagram Story

One of Taylor's dancers posted this image of a snake wrapping round legs statue...what do they know!!!

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REDAMANCY - one

BLAIR'S POV- September 1st, 2007

Ever since sophomore year, Toby had changed. He wasn't loving at all, he barely talked to me. When I'd tried to break up with him, he'd screamed in my face. Almost hit me, but didn't when he heard his parents walking into the house.

I didn't know what to do about it, this isn't what I wanted out of a relationship, but I stayed. I spoke to Alice about it, she said it was because of my dad.

When I was thirteen, my dad left. Before that, he was abusive. He'd obviously wanted a boy, making him disappointed in everything I, as a girl, did. I wanted to do dance? I was a bitch. I wanted to do a sport? I had to stop acting like a boy. I could never do anything right for him.

But Toby gave me just enough attention. It wasn't enough for a normal relationship, but it was enough for me to feel just a little bit better about the whole 'no dad' thing.

Every time I got close to leaving, he showed me just enough affection for me to think he was changing, then stop when he was assured I wasn't going anywhere.

But I stayed, it had been almost three years now, he was my childhood sweetheart, what could I do about it? Alice was always mad at me for it, but I think she understood, so she was never too harsh.

I think maybe Toby was having a hard time, Bill Lynch had left school at the end of freshman year, and Toby didn't really have a close friend that wasn't me or Alice. He had tons of friends, but none close enough. Maybe he just took his anger out on me.

It was the first day back at school, and the Kaulitz twins' birthday, which just annoyed me. I hated seeing Bill be congratulated just for getting older, he didn't deserve it. I wondered if Tom knew what he did, what he was really like.

"Girls love them," I said to Toby, "Wonder if they'd still love them if they knew they'd rather drug them than actually just talk to them."

"It was over two years ago, Blair," Toby said.

"What? Toby-"

"He was fifteen, he's eighteen now, an adult."

"People like that don't just change."

"Whatever."

I sighed. Looking to the front of the room, where the teacher was beginning to talk. She wished the twins a happy birthday, to which I scoffed. Bill turned and looked at me, giving a dirty look.

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BILL'S POV - September 1st, 2007

"I just don't get it, Tom," I said, sitting down next to my twin in maths class, "Why does she hate me so much?"

"You dwell way too much on it, Bill. It's been over two years. You two were never even friends. I'm pretty sure you spoke to her less than five times before she started hating you."

"Exactly! You know me. Nobody hates me. I'm nice, everyone says it!"

"You're not nice to her."

"Because she's not nice to me! I was nice to her before. What could I have possibly done to her to start this weird feud?"

"Maybe nothing. Maybe she simply just dislikes you. And if she does, she's not worth getting stressed out over."

"I guess you're right. But she could at least put it to rest for today. I don't need to hear her scoffing behind me just because someone wishes me happy birthday."

"At least you know she won't be at our party."

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THIRD PERSON POV - September 1st, 2007

Toby and Blair had plans that night, but Toby cancelled last minute, as in fifteen minutes before he was meant to show up at her house, when she was all dressed and ready to go. Her dad used to do that all the time.

He didn't give any explanation, just said he got caught up in something. Maybe he was mad at her for complaining so much about the twins that day, but she had to. Everywhere she went, someone was talking about their huge party.

Huge party.

No, there was no way. He wouldn't do something like that to her. Surely he wouldn't attend the party of the one singular person his girlfriend hated. She decided to text Alice, just to make sure.

iChat

Blair: Hey, u didn't go to the Kaulitz's birthday party did u?

Alice: Ew, no. Not planning on getting drugged.

Alice: Why?

Blair: Idk, I have a weird feeling Toby went

Alice: I thought u 2 had plans to go to for dinner tonight

Blair: We did, he cancelled fifteen minutes before he was meant to pick me up, I'm literally sat here all dressed up like a fucking idiot

Blair: I was complaining about Bill today a lot

Blair: Only cause I kept hearing his stupid name, but it made Toby really mad, he basically told me I need to get over it

Blair: I can't help but think he's there

Blair: Has he said anything to u?

Alice: U know damn well I'd tell you right away if he was even thinking about going

Alice: But I can come and pick u up and we can go to the twins' house and check if u want?

Blair: Isn't that a little psycho?

Alice: B, your boyfriend is an asshole, u deserve to be a little psycho sometimes. I'll be at ur house in 10

Alice was at Blair's house in exactly ten minutes, and she drove them to the Kaulitz's house. It was a fairly big house, and Blair fould just tell it was packed. There were a few people she didn't recognise from their grade there, like two guys stood on the front porch, one with long brown hair and another with short blonde hair. They looked a little older than her, maybe early twenties.

"Still don't understand how so many people like him," Blair said.

"Don't get mad at them, they clearly don't know what he's like," Alice said, her hand on Blair's shoulder as they walked through the house.

"What if he's, like, cheating on me or something?"

"He wouldn't."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. You know I'm not Toby's biggest fan. In fact, I'm probably his biggest hater, but I know him, he used to be my best friend. He's an asshole and a terrible boyfriend and you really should leave him, but he's not a cheater. If he's here, the only reason he's hiding it from you will be because of Bill."

"And if he's not here?"

"Then he's probably sick, or just being too lazy to get out of his house, or too broke to pay for food."

"I'd pay."

"You shouldn't have to. Anyway, I think we should split up, cover more ground. I'll go upstairs, you do down here. Sound good?"

"Sounds good."

Alice and Blair split off and Blair instantly headed for the living room, where she assumed most people would be. Her eyes landed on Tom, who was talking to some chick. She prayed he'd be the only twin she ran into tonight, but he hopes were crushed when she backed into a tall figure.

She turned around, about to apologise, when she saw it was Bill. She rolled her eyes and tried to walk away, but he stopped her.

"No way, you don't get to roll your eyes at me at my own party. What are you doing here, Schroder?"

"It's none of your business. I'm not here to party."

"The fact you're in my house tells me it's completely my business, and the fact you're dressed so fancy tells me you're here for a party. Why on earth would you show up to a party for the person you hate?"

"I'm not dressed for a party, I'm dressed for dinner."

"No food here."

"I know that, asshole. I was meant to go to dinner with Toby, not that it's your business, but he cancelled. Is he here?"

"He sounds like an asshole."

"Well it's a good job you're not the one dating him, isn't it? Have you seen him or not?"

"Nope."

"Thanks. Now move."

Bill moved out of the way and Blair left the room, about to head into the kitchen when she caught Alice walking down the stairs out the corner of her eye, dragging Toby behind her.

"Blair, I can explain-"

"There is one person I hate in this world Toby, one person, who you can very easily avoid. I like everyone else, everyone else is nice, everyone else didn't fucking drug me. Yet here you are, at Bill Kaulitz's party instead of at dinner with your girlfriend."

"Baby, listen-"

"I have nothing to listen to. I'll see you on Monday."

Blair walked out, followed by Alice, who made sure to punch Toby in the arm before leaving.

"Where'd you find him?" Blair asked.

"In one of the bedrooms. Don't worry, he was just sat with a few of his guy friends, smoking weed."

"I told him to quit that."

"You tell him a lot of things, he never listens to you." The two girls got into Alice's car. "It's Friday, you wanna stay over at my place?"

"Sounds nice."

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons about Ron Weasley?

I don't have a lot of headcanons about Ron, in my defence, he brought this on himself when he married the character with the most random no sense post-books story of the entire world-building.

That said, here a couple of things I have:

The reason why he leaves the Aurors is that he finds out he hates the Ministry. Like yes, he and Harry change some things in the first few years but Ron realises that some things will never change, he is very pessimistic about it all. He still supports Hermione and he admires her for believing she can make a difference, he is very proud of her when she succeeds and he knows it's important that some people take up that challenge but he felt like a hypocrite working for that system

At the shop, he takes care of the financial part

He starts studying a bit for it, and he starts to realize he would have been good at arithmancy if only he had had enough confidence to even try it out (Ron is a great chess player there's no way he wouldn't be good in Maths)

At a certain point he also starts working occasionally as a consultant for some bussiness

He is really close with Rose who is very much a daddy's girl

Hugo is very socially awkward and Ron is a bit worried for him (this is straight up taken from @floreatcastellumposts because I love her Hugo)

He is not very subtle about James being his favourite nephew/niece. Ginny jokes about James being like Ron so Ron always jokes about that being the reason why James is his favourite, he is actually his favourite because he reminds him a lot of Ginny but he wouldn't admit it even if the alternative were death (Hermione totally knows it, she tries to bring it up once but Ron refuses to take part to that conversation)

He was really adamant about wanting to be very financially safe before marrying (he also had this fixation about buying Hermione the greatest ring)

I probably have others that will only come to me after I post this, because of course.

Anyway, happy birthday Ron!

#ron wealsey #romione

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The Side Effect of Building a Villain - Fem!Reader x Dabi

summary: your life has always been marked by tragedies, but the arrival of that boy with sad eyes and blue flames in your life is perhaps the greatest of all. warnings: AFAB!reader (she/her pronouns) - past trauma - mentions of rape - abusive behavior - extremely toxic relationship - misogyny - Dabi can be a piece of shit, he's really bad at feelings - not happy ending - murder - murder mentions - Dabi is not a yandere, but he is just as toxic - mentions of child abuse - corruption kink - they are late teen friends, but the beach scene happens when they are adults a/n: this is my first time writing for Dabi, and it's also my first time posting something darker than I usually do. I don't know if Dabi here is fitted as yandere, but I'll tag it like this just in case. and the timeline may not be faithful to the manga. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

When you were a teenager, even though you had no idea if you were 14 or 17, you had a memory gap. It was a gap that, no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to fill with memories of what really happened. Your age didn't matter. You didn't know, to be honest. The woman who gave birth to you and threw you out on the streets never taught you to read, write or do math, nor the day of your birthday you had the right to know. The only thing you had was a plant name, which you suspected was just a grotesque alias your mother gave you: Dioneia. You confirmed this when you heard on a program about caring for carnivorous plants by the loud sound of the television coming from a house you were sheltering on the porch – right after being kicked like a dog by the owner. The full name was: Dionaea Muscipula. And at that moment you knew that that wasn't your real name, it was just another remnant of your mother's evil, who always said that if you wanted to stay alive, you would have to hunt insects to feed, because she wouldn't use the her hard-earned money to support a good-for-nothing who wasn't even good for cleaning the bathroom.

Tired of the abuse, you wanted to leave that house. Tired of you, she kicked you out. Now you were free and you had a whole world to explore and all the houses to live in. You didn't have any owner, you didn't have money, you didn't belong, but you could park anywhere you wanted. The authorities could put you inside an orphanage, but you would know how to escape. Daughter of the streets, connoisseur of all kinds of trickery – or so you fantasized about before going to sleep – you would make your name as a rambunctious pickpocket that escaped the hands of your captors and found its way back to your street girl lifestyle.

You didn't know how long you lived alone on street corners, scavenging for food or occasionally getting a fresh sandwich from someone with a good heart who still had the humanity inside to reach out to a hungry child. But that was rare, you didn't cling to the hope of being rescued and welcomed. Your stomach hurt and you couldn't see anything but helplessness and the need to wait for another restaurant to close before finally going through the garbage in search of leftovers.

The loneliness lasted for about three years – you counted seeing fireworks bursting at the turn of each year – until you found a boy about your age, in the same situation as you. And on that day, you already had such a gap in your memory, but it didn't matter, looking deep into those cyan blue eyes, wide and sad, you recognized in him everything that was in you. You were equals and from then on you would walk the same path and unite for the same goal: to survive until the next sunrise.

“My name is Dio,” you told him. You found it difficult to pronounce Dionaea, so you abbreviated it to make life easier for you and your grumpy new friend.

"I didn't ask," he muttered irritably, turning over and trying to go back to sleep.

“You laid on my bed, so we'd better be friends. I don't like sleeping with someone I don't know the name of,” your words didn't have a double meaning, but you saw his white brow arch.

“The street is public, and this alley here has no owner. Make yourself another bed.” He arranged the huge piece of cardboard over the body and closed his eyes. And you haven't stopped talking.

Not even for a minute. You talked so much, hours of monologues, that he got used to you and even lifted his head to see if you were asleep or gone when you were silent for a few minutes.

“My name is Touya, but if you call me by it around someone, I burn you alive,” he finally opened a space for you to enter his life, even if it was followed by a threat, while a blue flame – perhaps the most beautiful and dangerous thing you had ever seen in your life –, slipped through his scrawny and dirty fingers.

“Then how can I call you…?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, and the boy compared you to a curious puppy. It was cute, somehow.

"...Dabi."

D+D, you would be from then on. Dabi for Dio, Dio for Dabi. You liked how it sounded, it was the first time you felt affection and became attached to someone. And he would give you attention and even a little affection, in his own way, of course. Without being too open, with sarcastic comments. Several curses escaped, but deep down, really deep down, with a zeal he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, he looked out for you. In a very weird way, he took care of you and protected you. Maybe it was the leftover older brother role he had – which you didn't know about and he didn't mean to tell you –, but he didn't want to be your brother. He was in puberty, and you were attractive. Beautiful in your own way and you had a developed body, so there was no danger of him feeling any brotherly feelings for you. It was carnal.

But he still had the childish thoughts ingrained, and it wasn't like he was going to be able to ask you to fuck him either. You seemed too silly and oblivious to such matters. When he made a double-entendre joke, you asked him what he meant and he ended up embarrassing himself, gaining a rosy color in his pale face and the weight of shyness falling on his head.

Maybe you saw him as a brother. He hated to think about it. The subject of family was something he wanted to keep as far away as possible.

“Dabi, do you want to get married?” You asked this out of the blue, one night when you were looking at the starry sky, lying on the floor of the terrace of an abandoned building, after you eluded the police.

“No,” he replied immediately.

"I want to."

"Hm."

“If you change your mind, we can get married.” Your tongue was faster than your brain, but you didn't have time to hide your embarrassed face, because his words made you a little uncomfortable and sad.

“I don't want to marry you. You have no quirk, and that would only give me trouble. Besides, you're terrible at stealing food. I don't know how you survived for so long being so useless."

He didn't sound offensive, his voice was soft like melted butter, and not even sarcastic, but it reminded you of your mother always telling you that you were an embarrassment to her; a stain on her heroin career.

You stayed quiet and didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. Dabi knew he crossed the line, but he didn't find a way to apologize to you. He had been honest, after all. It would be better for him to remain sincere than to plant a barren seed in soil as fertile as yours.

But even so, he wanted to please you, pulling you close to him when the night began to cool and you shivered in the cold and caressed your hair as he watched your chest rise and fall in a calm rhythm.

You no longer ate food you found in the trash at restaurants. Dabi didn't accept your lifestyle, he didn't want to rummage through trash cans with you. He was smarter and gave zero fucks about ethics or morals.

It was from him that you learned – or so you thought –, to steal. He learned to break down doors and be silent, so you followed in his footsteps. From then on, it was rare that you saw yourself almost starving to death. When you didn't want to go, for fear of taking a chance and getting him into trouble for your uselessness, he'd bring enough food for the two of you. Sometimes he brought more than food, he brought warm clothes and a blanket to keep you warm on cold nights and keep you from sticking to him like a tick looking for warmth, in addition to perfumes, body lotions and some jewelry that you liked to wear.

But then you got used to it. You no longer cared about anything anymore and you didn't even feel sorry for the people you robbed. It was usually the ones who looked at you with disgust, and shooed you away as if you were a contagious disease. Dabi would chase them around until he found out where they lived, and then when they weren't home you both would break in, taking long bathes and leaving behind nothing but empty packaging and a mess for the unfortunates to clean up and curtains scorched with Dabi's flames, like a clear reminder that you would bother as much as necessary if it guaranteed your survival.

The days slipped by in the alleys of your lives, the maturity of the years passing by starting to knock on the door, your needs also changed. Dabi's went down more carnal paths. Sometimes he would disappear for a night or days and he would come back with healthy skin marked by hickeys and lipstick on the collar of his shirt. You knew what he did, but you didn't question it. Deep inside, you were bothered and couldn't contain the jealousy, but you tied it to a fear that he'd meet someone, marry and leave you behind, because the same need didn’t overtake you. You had a block when you thought about someone touching you. It was a disgust that seemed to have been born along with you. The thought of doing something so dirty made you want to take a two-hour shower and scrub yourself raw.

Dabi knew this. You always ran away when he pressed you into a wall after a mood was formed. He felt rejected, but he tried to think you were a virgin and for that reason you were afraid.

He would be kind, he thought. That's why he was always looking for random women, he wanted to gain a good amount of experience so he would be able to know exactly how and where to touch you to give you as much pleasure as possible. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but put you on a pedestal that no one else would ever be.

“Dio, are we going to the beach? I brought you a bikini,” once, on a scorching summer day, he invited you over.

“Dabi… your hair!”

"What’s the problem?"

“It's black!”

"Yea, I dyed it. White makes me look grandpa,” he replied, ruffling his black locks, revealing a little dye-stained forehead skin.

It was a blatant lie, but you would never ask the real reason for it. And you really liked his new look. Black contrasted with his healthy, pale skin and accentuated his eyes color, giving him a mysterious air, which was nothing like the almost ghostly appearance he had in the first few days he came into your life. And also new metallic clamps were being stuck in his skin. You knew he was severely injured every time he used his quirk, but he never let you take care of the burns. He got angry every time you felt sorry for his state.

So you learned to be smarter and better fit your own lifestyle and within your limitations of not having a quirk. You didn't want to be a burden in his life or be the reason for new burns to spread through his already fragile body.

“Where did you get that bikini? It's new?" You picked up the pieces and felt your face heat up. Did he really want you to wear that? That piece of fabric wouldn't cover you properly.

“I was passing by a store and I saw it in the showcase. I went in there, as no one was behind the counter, I took it and left,” he shrugged.

“And what are you going to wear?”

"That outfit." He pointed to what he was wearing.

"What do you mean? It's hot, you'll be roasted to death in that sweatshirt." You arched your brow, trying not to feel too affected by his new hair color.

He was attractive in every way, but if white hair made him a very handsome guy, black hair made him hot as hell and it was waking up in you something you'd never experienced. You felt like clinging to his body and feeling his hands on your waist or other more intimate parts. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away when your old revulsion for sex kicked in.

"I'm wearing a shirt underneath," was his reply. "I brought money too. We can rent a cheap hotel room for a few days, and let's find a shower for us to bathe in. Today we're going to profit, doll. This season is great for tourists with a full bank account and a full wallet of notes."

He said in an almost contagious mood, but all you could think about was how embarrassed you were to wear such a tiny bikini.

When you left the unhealthy hotel that Dabi checked into for three days and two nights, even showered with a squirt of perfume, you walked down the street as if you two weren't a remnant of decadent and unequal society.

Whoever Dabi stole or scammed from, the money was enough to get you a safe shelter and decent food for half a week. Which was already a very good thing.

You were trying to hide your body with your hands, and Dabi didn't seem at all bothered by your discomfort. On the contrary, every now and then he would arrange a favorable situation to position himself behind you, put his arms around your waist and make you cling to him, feeling all the high temperature of his body. Also something hard against the back of your body.

"Dabi... There are people looking..." you despaired with people's censorious looks. But it wasn't like he cared. He was getting too furious with so many covetous looks at you. Yes, you were a hot little thing that would make even the oldest dick harden, but you were his hot little thing.

"Let them look, doll," he replied, his voice husky right next to your ear, making you feel his quickening breath.

When he finally pulled away from you, letting you walk a little ahead of him just to get a good look at your perfect ass that was barely covered by your bikini bottoms, his attention was diverted to a group of rich girls chatting away audibly at the beach kiosk, but soon returned to the sand where there were many people resting under umbrellas or cooling off in the sea water.

The sun that burned the skin devoid of any sun protection and that would hurt when bathing was the same that tanned the skin of those rich people, while they were distracted from their valuables. There were some lost children there, who with the most trained eye, you recognized that they were just like you. The rich people didn't seem to be bothered by the presence of these sad-looking children who lacked affection or something nutritious to eat. They didn't seem to believe that their privilege could be tied to the existence of this kind of problem that plagued the fetid world that they insisted was beautiful, colorful and joyful.

Ignoring all that, with your attention in the same direction, you would know exactly what to do. Dabi had taught you.

Sneaky as felines, creating some situation to distract people, you ran your hands through the open bags and pulled out your wallets, jewelry or anything of value and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Dabi stuffed everything into a black bag he had taken with him and you immediately looked for possible victims. You didn't go to the beach as tourists or vacationers, you went on business. And before the sun went down, you were in your hotel room again, counting your profits.

You finally had enough money to eat well for a few days and buy nice clothes and sunscreen – for you –, Dabi thought the sun was less toxic than his flames, and he didn't believe it would improve his burns either.

Your financial education was scarce, not to mention non-existent, because this was a subject reserved only for those who were born for money, and not for two starving youngsters dazzled by the big bills that would not take long to disappear from your hands like smoke. The next day, bags full of useless things would weigh on fragile arms full of scars from the daily struggles for survival.

Although Dabi always thought it was good to save a little money, he also knew it was risky and you didn't have any security. The days were uncertain, one day you were alive, but the next day everything could fall apart and you wouldn't even have the right to see the moon rise in the sky. So he too agreed to live in the present, without clinging to the future.

You were still wearing your bikini and feeling the sweat sticking to your skin when Dabi put a pure gold choker around your neck, in front of the stained mirror in the room you were staying in.

"You were born to be covered in gold, princess," he murmured against you, as his arms closed around your waist again.

Seeing his face in the reflection, the purplish burning skin against your healthy one, you wanted to caress and ask if it hurt, but you wouldn't. And there was no mood either. Because in the atmosphere there was only room for his hungry countenance as he tightened his grip and clung closer to you. Still looking in the mirror, you could only see the clump of his black hair on the curve of his neck and feel the contrast of the soft lip and the other hardened by scars and metal clamps against your sensitive skin. You felt like he was sucking, possibly trying to leave a bruise there. His heart raced faster as his arms eased the grip, but only to start exploring your body with his hands.

"You will be mine tonight." It wasn't a request, it was an observation. "You have no idea how much I want you. How hard I want to fuck you," and you felt one hand going to your breast and squeezing it hard and the other going down your belly and finding your entrance over the fabric.

Involuntarily, you spread your legs and leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

Before he could do anything else, he turned you to face him and kissed you. It was an urgent kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling with yours. It tasted like the orange juice he bought for you to drink before heading back to the hotel. When he bit your lip hard, you didn't know if it was on purpose, but you didn't have time to complain, because he soon went back to sticking his tongue in your mouth and fishing yours to catch between his lips and suck. That ended up making you moan, earning him a loud, hard slap on your ass.

He was different from the subtle guy who always pulled away when you showed the slightest bit of discomfort. It seemed like at that moment he wouldn't stop even if you asked him to.

Without realizing it, you were lying on your back on the bed, on top of the bills and valuables you stole, with him on top of you, not stopping to move for a second.

He was restless and relentless. Sometimes he would caress your intimacy over the fabric and kisses down to your covered breasts, sometimes he would hold your neck with his hand and make you look into his eyes. The blues that used to be crystalline now looked darkened by lust and something else you couldn't identify.

"Are you going to be good to me? Are you going to let me fuck you like a little slut like you deserve to be fucked?" he asked, his hand still around your throat, making you feel the choker chain sink into your skin.

But you felt something fill that empty space in your memory. The words. You had heard it before and your body tensed in agony. It wasn't a good thing.

"Dabi..."

"That's it. You're gonna say that when I've got my dick shoved into that virgin pussy of yours, and you're gonna squeeze me until I cum, got it? You won't stop squeezing me until you're full of my cum." He cracked a malicious smile.

One more drop of remembrance filling the gap.

Virgin. You weren't a virgin.

"Please..."

"Already begging? What a bitch you are, huh? I always knew you were a cocksleeve."

And with an inordinate force, you felt the bottom of your bikini being ripped from you and then your whole body shuddered in terror.

"Stop..." you muttered, feeling panic wash over you.

Now you remembered everything. Dabi was no longer Dabi. The guy on top of you, violently undressing you and forcing your legs apart was one of the fake good humans that came into your life. He offered you food and a shelt at his place, but in the middle of the night he took the price. Your virginity. You remember the terror you felt, the pain of that disgusting member painfully entering you, his dirty words in your ear, his hand on your neck. Everything.

And you were back in your nightmare, dreaming of having the gap in your memory again.

When you woke up, Dabi was scared and shaking you to bring you back to consciousness.

"Dio! Dio! What happened? Why are you crying like that?"

He was trying to hold your flailing arms and legs and in the frantic struggle, your bikini top slipped to the side leaving your tits out. You were naked. But Dabi no longer saw you with desire. He wanted to calm you down.

And then little by little you came back to reality, into the turquoise eyes of that boy who meant everything to you. You were safe. He wasn't that monster. It was him, your Dabi.

You told him everything without hiding a single detail. He listened in silence and you could have sworn you saw smoke escaping from his pores, the temperature of the room rising was just evidence of his quirk activating without him noticing.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know his name."

"Tell me how he is," wasn't a request, it was an explicit order.

"I don't remember well. It's been so many years."

"Tell me what you remember. Anything."

"He had a bakery down the block from that first alley we shared. It was the only bakery."

Dabi bared his teeth, angrily.

"That worm is dead."

You widened your eyes, too scared to see a side of Dabi you'd never seen before.

"What will you do...?"

"You still ask? Are you stupid by any chance?" He glared at you, eyes gleaming like ice against the streetlights.

"Dabi..."

"Stop talking, girl. Go take a shower and put on some decent clothes."

You didn't understand why he was so angry with you, but the guilt hit you for having ruined the mood. You even tried to kiss him, but he rudely pushed you away.

Sad and confused, you grabbed a shabby, faded outfit and went to take a shower. Stinging from the sunburn and the bruises Dabi left on your skin, you felt the tears pricking your eyes. With the weight of having back the memory that your brain blocked to defend you, you allowed yourself to cry.

Only after you had no more tears did you turn off the shower, dry yourself on the towel, put on your clothes and leave the bathroom.

Dabi wasn't there anymore and some money bills disappeared too. In fact, he left enough for you to pay for the rest of your hotel stay.

Thinking you had been abandoned, you were surprised to see Dabi walking through the door after a whole day and night gone. He looked less irritated and was smelling of alcohol and some feminine perfume. You knew he had gone somewhere looking for sex. You didn't blame him, but you felt your heart ache.

"Pack things up, we're going somewhere else."

You didn't question, you just accepted.

The other place was a roadside hotel. You could feel your legs burning from the long walk you two had taken, that when you got there, you just wanted to get into a tub full of brine.

You tried to bring it up with Dabi, but he was gruff. You didn't understand what his fucking problem was, but he wasn't willing to tell you. That one wasn't the same Dabi as always, he looked like a different person.

After you'd showered and had new, clean clothes that you'd managed to convince Dabi to let you buy, you tried to strike up another conversation. No success again.

And so it went for the next few days and weeks too.

You were limited to quick conversations, it was usually something he demanded you do, and he swore at you when you refused.

Fights took the place of conversations. It wasn't quite physical, but he punched the wall every time you did something he didn't like. With his mood inflamed, you saw your sweet Dabi consumed by the fury of his flames, literally and figuratively.

His burns got worse every day, as if he had used the quirk too much, and you were starting to despair. But respecting him, you didn't say anything. And if he did, you knew he could escalate the verbal abuse into something more violent. You didn't have the power to fight him, so you just curled up in a corner and cried silently, while your stomach ached with hunger again.

Another thing that had changed: he didn't bring you food anymore. If you wanted to eat, you had to steal on your own or dig around in the garbage, like the useless being you've always been.

Putting into practice what he taught you, you even managed to pick up some food at convenience stores, but soon someone noticed you and chased you. Many times, after being caught, you suffered some physical violence and with that bruises were accumulating all over your body.

How did Dabi manage to slip by unnoticed? How could you be sneaky when you were with him? Did not you know. Maybe it was the confidence coming from him that made you feel brave. Now that he was away, you felt like you had lost the ability to be a thief. And you had lost the only person who filled your days with a warm feeling like love.

But it wasn't love. Of that you were sure, it was something more carnal, more mundane. On his side, at least. You figured he only saw you as someone he wanted to fuck and when he couldn't, he dumped you. And what was bad got worse when you wanted to give him a blowjob, to calm him down and make him go back to his old Dabi a little, but it was a disaster. You had never done it, so in addition to almost throwing up from the weird taste and not holding it in your mouth, in the back of your throat, you bit it, which made him upset.

It was no use apologizing, he looked into your eyes and said he felt sorry for the guy who wanted to marry you.

Emotional dependence was an unfamiliar term for you. You didn't have access to psychological support services, you lived on the streets, so no one would come to talk to you and explain that what you felt for Dabi was just the result of dependency. You needed him like he was the air you breathed, and oblivious to that, ignorant of how harmful it was, you still insisted on wanting him back in your life. You held on to the happy days with him, even if they were dark for the way you lived. You wanted to see home in his eyes again, even if in his life, there was never room for you.

When you finally started to understand this and backed away when he approached, he went back to reacting and being friendly, bringing you food and some clothes, even sunscreen. Saying he was just angry about what you'd been through and frustrated that you couldn't find the bastard who hurt you. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. Not when he showed up with three nose piercings and didn't make a point of hiding lipstick stains on his shirt, did you know he was just keeping his dick wet somewhere while you cried in the corners and got beat up by someone who came after you to force you to return the shit you stole.

But it was okay. Everything was back to normal, you thought. Dabi actually kept his demeanor tame for about three weeks, but you would have thought the lull was just the prelude to the dense cloud that hovered in the air and you ignored heralded a storm.

When lightning and thunder cut through the sky of your shitty life, you felt like something inside you died. Luckily, the love for Dabi and the addiction died together.

It was in one of the persecutions you suffered that everything went wrong. You had messed with some bad guys and they weren't going to limit themselves to cursing you and slapping you three times in the face. Your life was at risk.

Cornered, they approached you with devilish features, drooling like filthy pigs.

“She's a cutie, isn't she? Maybe we can get something much better than what she took from us…”

And everyone agreed with him. Exhausted from running, too tired to beg for mercy, you saw your life flash before your eyes. And when one of them took you by the arm, a shrill scream cut through the silence of the night, making you open your eyes and see blue flames engulfing one of the guys and, one after the other, they were all packed with the same flames, until there was nothing left but smoldering bodies on the floor.

Behind the cloud of smoke, a smoking Dabi stopped next to you. The icy eyes contrasted with the high temperature of his body. You could smell the roasted meat of both the executioners and him.

Tranced by the grotesque scene, a little dumbfounded by it all and also worried about Dabi's severe burns, you held his arm and felt a small flame lick your hand, making you recoil and scream in pain.

“You really are the dumbest bitch I've ever met,” he growled, watching you whimper in pain.

"Why did you do that? Your body can't take it when you use your quirk like that..."

The regret of having touched on a sensitive topic came at the same time you felt yourself pressed against the damp, musty wall, his hand boiling around your neck.

"Are you reminding me that I'm a failure?" He spat the words out sharply, approaching you dangerously. “Did you really mean that?”

"I… can't… breathe…" you felt tears starting to pool in your eyes, both from the tightness and the high temperature coming from him, as you held his arms trying to get him to let go.

You knew you'd be left with a burn scar there if you survived.

“Actually, you're really stupid. You are the useless one. A little bitch who can't even steal without getting into trouble and doesn't even have the quirk to escape a rapist. The fault is yours. Or did you not defend yourself from your alleged rape because you enjoyed being fucked by that rat?”

After those words, your physical pain was the least you felt. You let your arms drop to your sides.

And he seemed to realize the big shit he'd said without thinking, seconds later. Filled with rage, he really had fucked up. The same minute you looked at him with genuine disgust, he let go of you. Taking three steps back involuntarily, he turned and walked away.

He didn't apologize, he preferred to get away from you once and for all. He knew you were his weakness, and the lifestyle he was about to acquire had no room for angels like you. And in his heart there was only room for hate and revenge and not such contrasting feelings as you insisted on trying to fill.

After the incident in the alley, you only heard from Dabi, who you didn't know was really related to him, on a winter day when they found the body of the bakery owner. Murdered with refinements of cruelty with a bladed weapon, and with the words written on his stomach and near his torn groin: “rapist and pedophile”, by the tip of the same instrument used to take his life.

You didn't care if he did the murder himself. On that day, you were preparing to die of malnutrition and hypothermia on the street, when an angel appeared in your life. A real angel, good by heart, generous and kind. He rescued you, gave you a room to live in and a job at a hero agency. You had no quirk, but you could clean the place in exchange for a reasonable salary that could buy you everything you needed. No luxuries, but it kept you warm on cold days and no longer forced you to sleep so you wouldn't feel your stomach hurt from hunger.

Dabi was really gone, but not for long. Coming out of the shadows of marginalized life and the invisibility of the dangerous and dirty streets, you heard about him on the news. He was darker and his black hair more opaque, like he no longer washes like he used to when he was with you, but the eyes and the scars were his. It was him. The Dabi you knew, the one you saw crying, laughing and despairing, now sported a psychotic smile. A smile of someone who left most demons behind and decided to move on to exercise the one who forced him to go through so much shit at such a young age. A smile of someone who left behind a life he even considered comfortable next to a person he came to love, just to live for his greater purpose.

But now the crimes he committed became less and less forgivable. You doubted that there was even a shred of the good soul that still lingered in his adolescence, on the cold days when you huddled under marquees and dreamed of a better life.

But somehow you already expected it, you saw the way this villain was built. The process was slow and the biggest loser of it all was you.

Murder, kidnapping and a lot of other shit was what the reporter said as an image of him played all over the screen. Your stomach turned over remembering the day you killed him inside and wanted to throw up your dinner, but you held on and put on your headphones, turned up the music and went to clean the agency's service area. He was a ghost from the past. Dead ones should stay buried, though you remembered him every time you looked in the mirror and saw the burn scars on your neck, like a macabre finger necklace he'd given you the day you didn't want to know about him anymore.

When you finished cleaning everything, you heard all the glass in the place burst and the alarms go off deafeningly. Shit, you were alone there at night. You liked working late into the night while watching the news on TV in the lobby of the agency. You were a real fucking loser, why did they decide to attack an empty agency? You've even seen yourself in the news about a female employee being taken hostage by a villain who had issues with the hero owner. It was too ridiculous and you almost laughed when you saw the blue flames consuming the entire interior of that place.

You rolled your eyes. It couldn't be anyone else if not the villain of your life.

Knowing that now you would die, you remained in the service area. Hearing conversations among the group that invaded the place, you heard Dabi saying that it was useless to look for the fugitive, that maybe he had gone somewhere else, but the guy, who seemed to be the boss, told him to shut up and go look in each room and burn everything, including possible witnesses. Interestingly, he did.

Burning what he saw ahead, he finally entered where you were. You saw the moment his flames went out when his eyes met yours.

"Hi, doll. Did you know you look really hot in that janitor uniform?” There was no surprise in his eyes when he saw you.

"You messed up," your voice came out hoarse and low.

“What?” He arched an eyebrow.

"I just cleaned up there, and you messed up."

He didn't have to struggle to understand the real meaning of your words. Sighing, looking into your eyes and then looking down at the scar on your hand and neck, he looked back into your eyes, before saying:

“Run and don't look back. You haven't seen me here.”

Letting you get away with your life, despite the clear order to burn everything he saw, was Dabi's way of apologizing for all the emotional and physical marks he left on you.

Your body moved by itself. Maybe it was your survival instinct, but you found the fire escape with unnatural ease. When you gained the street and were out of danger, you saw huge blue and merciless flames consuming everything that represented your life change.

And by the same hands that once caressed your hair in your sleep, your life was ruined again.

#yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #x female reader #tw: yandere #yandere #tw: child abuse #tw: rape mention #tw: misogyny #tw: violence #tw: toxic relationships #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #my hero academy imagines #yandere boku no hero

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Fruits Basket Another Headcanons: Mina Sohma Edition

• Mina Sohma was born via a surrogate to Momiji Sohma (31) and his husband, Megumi Sohma (28)

• Her birthday is April 5th (possibly in 2013-2014 if I did my math right)

• Almost as soon as she was born, Momiji began calling her "Mii" for short, which means "beauty"

• She is one of the youngest Sohma cousins, only being older than her own brother and Hiro & Kisa's youngest daughter

• As a baby, Mina was always looking around, smiling, and giggling

• However, she was not exactly an easy baby. Getting her to sleep at night was extremely difficult, and she'd often get cranky during the day because of it.

• It was a pretty often occurrence that Momiji would come back from the office in the evening to find his husband sitting up in a chair, cradling Mina against his chest

• That seemed to be the only way she would sleep, and it was always in the early afternoons

• Due to their work schedules, Mina was closer to Megumi than Momiji during her early years

• Momiji had to work long hours, and was often gone on business trips. Meanwhile, Megumi was home every day by 4:00, and he was always the one to pick Mina up from daycare

• When Mina was about 3-4, though, Momiji would occasionally bring her to work with him, and Momo would help keep an eye on her. She's always had a wonderful relationship with her aunt because of this.

• She was a very shy toddler, pretty much always clinging onto her parents or her aunts. • She did like most of her older cousins, but Hajime and Mutsuki frightened her when she was very young. Mutsuki was very loud, and Hajime was usually glaring.

• She grew out of this shyness after starting school; now she almost has zero concept of stranger danger

• she visits Hajime and Mutsuki all of the time, too, and Hajime will sometimes take care of her when she is sick

• Age wise, she is closest to Miyoko (Kyo & Tohru's daughter) and Izumi (Hiro & Kisa's oldest daughter), who are both roughly a year older than her

• The three of them have a knack for getting into trouble....and then getting right back out of it because they are so cute

• (Usually, Miyoko & Izumi find the trouble, and Mina just goes along with it)

• Ironically, they're also the three cousins most prone to getting into arguments at family gatherings ("Mina, you go play on one side of the house. Izumi, go to the other. And Miyoko, you go outside.")

• Although they are eight years apart, Mina was always very close to Riku and Sora. They both loved playing with her; Riku has definitely let her paint his nails

• They also both take her to the batting cages; Riku usually just cheers from the sidelines. Sora will bat, but she is comically bad at it, and Mina always laughs about her lack of skill

• She first got into baseball when she was about five. Her fathers had tried getting her into dance first, but she never really enjoyed it. • Still, she's definitely more of a "girly-girl" than a tom-boy

• Aunt Momo is definitely her favorite Sohma adult, but she also really loves Tohru and Rin

• On her other side, she also has Aunt Saki (she definitely thought her aunt and her father were witches, and thought that was the coolest thing ever. She was very upset to find out the she did not possess any powers like theirs) and her cousin Rio

• Rio absolutely loves her; that side of the family was not very big, so she was his first cousin. She loves Rio, too. They make bracelets together.

• Speaking of which, Mina is a jewelry making FIEND. Beads are EVERYWHERE. Both Momiji and Megumi have a necklace that they must wear all of the time because she made it for them.

• Her younger brother, Makoto, was born when she was five years old

• At first, she actually hated being a big sister. She did NOT like that her parents' attention was no longer focused on her. She would refuse to hold or play with her brother most of the time.

• In fact, she would even ask to stay with Aunt Momo just so she wouldn't have to be around him (and so she could be the center of someone's attention)

• It didn't take long, though, for her parents to figure out what was going on, and they had a conversation with her about the change in their family dynamic, but they also made sure to give her equal attention

• Now, she likes having a younger brother, and she's always trying to teach him new things or make funny faces

• Watermelon is her favorite food in the world, but ironically she doesn't really like candy or cakes

• She collects plushies, and Momiji always brings her one back from business trips • What she does like is hot chocolate. When Momiji comes back from a business trip, the two of them always drink hot chocolate together.

• When Mina gets older, she does join the school softball team.

• She does not follow her cousins to Kaibara, though, and actually goes to a very prestigious all girl's school nearby

• Her grades have always been very good, but she does get in trouble sometimes for being unable to sit still or talking out of turn/too loudly

• She has dreams to travel the world before eventually taking over the business of her grandfather and father

#fruits basket #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket another #furuba #momiji sohma #hajime sohma #mutsuki sohma #sora and riku #sohma family #headcanon #hc #hcs

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adaezeabara · 3 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐙𝐄 '𝐀.𝐃.' 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀.

PINTEREST ● PLAYLIST

INSPO: Margo Hanson (The Magicians), Callie Adams-Foster (Good Trouble), Arya Stark (GOT), Mia Thermopolious (Princess Diaries), Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

NICKNAME: A.D., Ada if you’re being affectionate (make sure you’re allowed to be), Day, Triple A if she’s helping you out.

PRONOUNS & GENDER: She/Her & Ciswoman/Questioning

SEXUALITY: Bisexual Biromantic

BIRTHDAY: April 1st, 1994. Aries Sun / Aquarius Moon / Virgo Rising.

OCCUPATION: Manager at Galaxy Gardens and bregrudging Delivery Driver.

BIRTHPLACE: Seattle, Washington

POSITIVE: loyal, self-assured, generous

NEGATIVE: temperamental, dramatic, captious

tw: dementia

"You're father is always there when it counts. He'll be at your wedding, he was at your birth but hopefully he'll never be at your funeral. But he'd show up!"

For a girl who wanted for nothing, she sure did want her father. A Nigerian diplomat who never stayed around for too long, Alisa Vinogradova assured her daughter that it wasn't that big of a deal. It was from a young age that Adaeze, called Ada by family, realized that things would go into two boxes: a big fucking deal or nothing to bat an eyelash at. At least, in her family. Alisa assured her that anything she wanted as a child she could get -- their cup runneth over literally being the daughter of a marriage between the heiress of a global wine fortune and a tech mogul. Her mother was one of their many children with too easy going of a personality to do anything more ambitious than eat, pray & love. There was always a trip afoot in the Vinogradova household making an otherwise sheltered Ada extremely aware of the world around her. It may have been through a lense that was majorly lavish but it meant that her perspective was a little broader compared to her preppy classmates.

Plus, when Ada started school -- her name was obviously different. It was a name both of her parents had agreed on and decided, it was easy enough for others to pronounce yet they still liked to butcher it. By middle school, various nicknames popped up and though Ada was an extremely popular one -- A.D. is what she preferred if the person wasn't going to call her Adaeze. While she loved her name, A.D. had always been very blunt and easily annoyed with people's ignorances. At fancy dinners & galas, she wouldn't be the most sociable if she wasn't feeling it and in school she picked and chose how and when she would participate. English, history, ANY art classes? They loved her. Math and science? They were annoyed she didn't apply herself. But what could Adaeze do? At the end of the day, she was her mother's daughter more than she ever was her fathers.

Where Ada did soften though was Starlight Oaks. Her grandparents would spend substantial time on their property on the cove and while her mother was untethered to her childhood home often going on trips and staying months in various countries, Ada had a room decorated at their house and went to a Private primary school until she was accepted into an Liberal Arts Boarding school in 7th grade. Was A.D. particularly driven to make her name in the arts as her calling? Not really. Did she have a valuable perspective to show that demanded self-expression? Not to her. But she had always excelled in every art class or hobby that had been thrown at her. Whether it was music, fine arts, visual arts -- she could dabble. When visiting the multitude of cousins she had, they'd always joke that they knew Ada was in town because there'd always be pictures of various art museums shared at family gatherings.

For a short time her father, Chidi, attempted to be in her life properly. For a semester, she was a dayboarder -- her mother even attempted to stay in one place for 6 months. Her room was barely decorated when it all fell apart and though A.D.'s grades had never been better -- something within her started to turn sour. Once inquisitive, she became sarcastic and combative. Her curiosity had an edge of judgement, once more introverted, she started to engage with the world as if it were her punching bag, her stomping ground, her personal oyster. She was known in school, for better or for worse.

If she could have anything she wanted --- why not her father's presence ? His love? His attention? No matter what she did -- his calls never came at the right time. They'd exchange messages about music, he'd send her records that he'd find on his travels. But it wasn't enough. Though so many of her friends families operated similarly, A.D. would prod and question the few friends she had with normal familial situations. Conclusion? It was possible, to have a father stick around, even if not for her. At the end of the day, she didn't feel like she was asking for much. Alisa may have been a jetsetter not bound by location alone but she would drop it all at the drop of a hat for her daughter if she asked. After graduation, A.D. never had to work but she did stay in school -- going to Parson's getting a dual degree (Design & Tech + Visual Studies). While New York was a fun playground, she spent her time doing exactly what her mother did after graduation -- traveling. Spending time with various family members, acquaintances, former peers and even a few high-profile names -- A.D. got to live a life.

When Chidi reached out to Adaeze wanting to have a relationship with her -- she jumped at the chance. There may have been years of resentment, anger, sadness and anguish even that had colored the last few decades but deep down she hadn't wanted for anything but this. At first, the idea of living with her grandparents seemed idyllic until being in a large house by herself seemed excessive. Though she loathed to admit it, it also seemed lonely. Never had she lived so alone in so much space, it's why she loved boarding school, why she lived in bigger bustling cities, why she stayed in school so long despite not having a real career path. While Starlight Oaks had been an idllyic place for her to live before, it had changed since the last time she had had roots there. Moving back to be closer to her family had been nice at first -- until her father claimed he forgot that he had even made the call to her. Not realizing what was going on, A.D. was angry, keeping distance between him and her even though they were in the same small town.

A.D. got her first 'real' job -- working at Galaxy Gardens dispensary. At first, she was only a Budtender and delivery driver but as she found a sort of novelty in the job she started to really dedicate her time to it. She was one of the few Budtenders that knew all the regulars as she had stuck around long enough to know the O.G.s --coworkers who had been there since day one. While at first got severely made fun of by her coworkers for not knowing how to do basic life things like taxes or how to properly clean a glass display container, she became one of the best coworkers to have, earning their respect. Eventually, she got promoted from Budtender to Shift Lead, then to Assistant Manager and in September-- Manager. Something she is proud of, an accomplishment she knows she has earned herself. Everything was 'normal' for a little while until it was revealed that her father was sick -- diagnosed with dementia. It was the reason he had reached out to her with no recollection of the conversations they had had about her relocating, but had had whole other families. A wound that A.D. had felt she would be able to heal had reopened, this time deeper and more painful than she had ever anticipated. HEADCANONS:

Runs that Dispensary like the Navy (Taylor’s Version). Her grandparents told her they’d like actually both support her / let her stay in their beach house but she’d have to get an actual job. Now, did they want her to work as a legal drug dealer? not really. her mother is over the moon and think it's hilarious, often defending her kid because they literally are a wino family. A.D. also kinda was like...well...i'm 27 and have NEVER had a job...embarazzzing....

Originally a bud tender then working her way to be manager. She’s kinda the best manager you could have and really makes sure to take care of her employees because she does realize she has a lot of privilege in how much she’s never had to worry about money but her coworkers/peers/etc MANY have had to so she picks up the slack. She'll feed them often, spoil them with employee samples, work shifts for them if she can/is able. If Lorelai Gilmore ran a dispensary tbh! gets a kick out of fighting upper management

No one else can afford proper car insurance and such so she ends up doing deliveries for customers atp and while she used to love driving around town doing it, she's just kinda tired of it LMAOOOO

Has an expensive fancy ass tattoos but especially for every place she’s ever visited, she has something thats kind of like stamps/postcards/something symbolic of that place. Started with the states in the US she went to when she was 16 and her grandparents/teachers were PRESSED but her and her mom/sibling had a cheeky giggle. alisa got a matching tatt with her for her 18th

Definition of knowing 6 languages so she can talk shit to you in each one of them

very fun fun nails. does not love wearing them SUPER long but like if the design calls for it....she'll suffer for her art!

colorful long coat collection!!! has a fun style tbh!!!

Arts yes, performing arts, no. I'll say it again, PERFORMING ARTS? no.

REALLY good at cooking breakfast…otherwise relies on her air fryer….she just has better things to do…you know…she CAN she just does NOT want to…speaking of household stuff...she's FINE at laundry...just don't let her do yours if you don't want something to shrink.

her mom is if like gwenyth paltrow mixed with drew barrymore and one of a lot of siblings. she’s kinda the youngest daughter in a very knives out energy giving family. so sure her mother loves her but ………..gg in getting direction from that woman! the only direction you're gonna get from her is which gate to board gg

what does a romantic relationship even really look like to her?? so many of her friends she grew up with have grand ambitions or grand families or grand spouses. the idea of having a house, family with children, staying in one place to raise kids is both terrifying and alien. though now she is here in this place about to turn 30.

is having a lowkey crisis about turning 30! will get over it but has to be dramatique about it first. kinda wants to throw a party for it....

captious is a fancy word for petty btw

in terms of her gender ...i kept writing cis-woman and it just didn't feel completely right but A.D. is struggling with coming to terms with understanding HER relation to being gender queer in any way. she just hasn't found a label that has exactly fit and knows that this is one of the least important things to figure out rn.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

RIVALS: The rival dispensary Lunar Leaf is an establishment that has been a THORN in A.D.'s side. Constantly poaching potential employees, constantly copying graphics that A.D. has made HERSELF. She's SICK! AND! TIRED!

someone who fucked her mom lol

TRIP BUDDIES: Drug related and other! A.D. loves to adventure and explore, she definitely does hike a lot and loves to just be active in creative ways. You will NOT find her at the gym but you might find her swimming in that cold ass ocean!

EX-GF/PARTNER: all i need to say! need to write some gay shit! A.D. is not the best GF but she got MONEY... <3

cousin: she got COUSINS....

sibling: also has a younger sibling !

#starlight.intro #i wrote way too much and am about to do wash day then play a game for a few hours <3 #will message ppl on discord to plot!! if you would like to be messaged pls like this and i will do so as well <3 #wanted connections at the bottom

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foster-the-world · 11 months

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Improvements

My husband is back up and running. Thank goodness. We had such an amazing weekend. Baby boy had a Bday party Friday night. About 20 people. It was raining so we moved it inside. He was relatively calm. He hid under the table when they sang Happy Birthday. For months he's been talking about his Bday cake. His eyes were huge with excitement when we went to pick it up. He said the song was too loud when he generally loves loud. Anyway, he was still happy to eat it. Happy at the party.

Saturday we were going to take him to Sesame Place but it was raining. Inlaws took the girls. We took him to a big science center in Jersey. Then a play place. He was well behaved at both places. So fun to give all of our attention to one kid.

Last Thursday was the Kindergarten graduation. Very, very cute. I love their little songs. Rebel was proud. She gave strict instructions to bring flowers and we followed through. They sent Bee down from her class to watch. Which I always find so thoughtful. I love being in a small school.

First grade awards ceremony was Friday. It was so sweet. I cried and I wouldn't consider myself a crier. The teacher started by saying when they looked back at 1st grade she hopes they remember being known and being loved. What more could you want for your child? I'm so grateful for the school staff who pour so much into my kids. The teacher then gave each child two very individualized awards. She would give a description and the kids were so excited to guess who it was for. Bee got the Personality Plus award. No surprise, she's all personality. Plus, the super star student. She hinted at it being because she had made the most improvements. She went from being a little stuck in reading to far ahead. Same for math.

They have still have school today/tmrw. Going to schedule in a manicure/pedicure sometime today/tmrw. Another year where the kids still have great friends + are on track academically sounds like a win for myself, also.

We got Baby boys passport. No surprise it was a hot mess. With plenty of frantic calls to the agency despite months of planning, court orders, notarized letters, etc. I won't bore you with the details but it came through in the end. Literally in the last ten minutes of the day when our original appt was at 9:30am. If any other foster parents need tips let me know. Happy to share all of my research. Although I'm fairly confident its less a strict procedure/list of actual requirements and more whatever that particular worker wants to ask of you. Anyway its done. Will have to update when he's adopted. At this point who knows when the hell that will be???

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mckiwi · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 17: Reluctant Caretaker

Characters: Stephen Strange, America Chavez

Summary: He'd grown to like having America around

America Strange was eighteen now, hardly the girl Stephen had saved from an interdimensional octopus. For one, she had more confidence in her abilities, regarding both her star portals and Eldrich magic. She had made friends with fellow teens and young adults living at Kamar-Taj. It wasn't uncommon for America to ask, "Stephen, can insert name spend the night?" "Hey, so and so and I are gonna go shopping. Do you need anything?" He cherished the fact America was getting to be a normal teen despite her… rough childhood, but he would admit to no one that he found himself lonely without her by his side.

It wasn't long before America managed to convince Stephen to adopt a puppy she'd found discarded along some old Halloween decorations. "We should call him Bats!" She suggested, gesturing to the bat decorations he was found in. The two were practically inseparable, much like Stephen and the Cloak.

It's funny. Stephen had told Christine years ago that he didn't want kids. He told her that he didn't like them, and yet they all seemed to love him. He quickly found himself as the 'Community Dad,' according to America's friends and Wong. He once heard one of the kids say, "Mer, your dad is here," and his stomach did a weird flip. Though, he found he didn't mind.

Sure, they've had their arguments just like any other, dare he say, parent and child. When her sixteenth birthday rolled around, she saw her other friends getting their driver's licenses and wanted in on the fun. It wasn't a surprise to anyone that knew him when Stephen reacted quite extremely, expressing his opinion on cars readily and fiercely.

"You can teleport halfway across the planet! What use would a car be!"

"Yea, but they have convertibles!"

"The answer is still no, America. End of discussion."

"Why can't you be excited and happy for me like all the other dads? Oh wait, that's cause you're not my dad!"

The two definitely didn't have a normal father-daughter relationship, but then again, how could you when you had math homework in New York at six and then were facing a demon in Japan at seven? Alongside their normal day-to-day routine, the search for America's mothers continued. Honestly, Stephen had given up hope of finding her parents, not that he'd ever tell her that. They continued their search, with Stephen only giving a half-heart effort. It'd been fourteen-something years! What were the odds of finding them?

Stephen 'one in fourteen million' Strange should've known better than to doubt the odds.

America grabbed Stephen's arm in a tight grip as the portal formed. The other side was packed with people, seemingly a marketplace of some sort. "Do you think they're here?" America asked hopefully.

"I don't know, kid," Stephen replied. The people on the other side started staring at the portal in shock. Most ran away, yet two women rushed to investigate.

"Mis madres!" America exclaimed tearfully and released Stephen's arm to sprint toward the portal. The two women, America's mothers, took his girl into their arms happily, placing kisses on her forehead and speaking fondly in words he couldn't understand. They cried together and hugged each other for what felt like hours. Stephen stood outside the portal patiently, not wanting to intrude but also growing suspiciously jealous. One of her mothers pointed somewhere in the distance, and America nodded gleefully.

Stephen felt his heart drop and shatter when the portal began to close. "Ameri-" he began, practically pouncing at the portal, but he was too late. The portal snapped shut with a sense of finality. He stared dumbfounded at the place his girl had once stood. Surely she would be back, right? Introduce him to her moms. She wouldn't be gone long, though he didn't like having her out of his sight.

A few hours turned into a full day. "Time," Stephen muttered to himself, "she just needs time."

One day turned into three. America's friends were asking him where she went.

Three turned into four. Wong commented on his lack of sleep. How could he, though? He was worried about her! That's what dads did, right? Worry for their daughters.

Four days turned into eight. Stephen began to wonder if she was ever coming back.

Eight turned into fourteen. Two weeks… she'd been gone two weeks. Bats started to whine at him, obviously missing her as much as he did. "She's gone!" He shouted at the dog. "And she's not coming back!" The dog wound around his legs and jumped into his lap as Stephen began to sob.

Two weeks soon saw three. Stephen hated himself for ever agreeing to help her. She was his kid, now. Who taught her how to ride a bike? Who showed her the best way to make pancakes? Who did she go to when she needed a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on? Her moms? No. It was him! For Vishanti's sake, even his Defender variant had been the one to teach her how to shave and deal with period cramps! Didn't he have a right to know how she was doing? Not stuck on the other side of the multiverse with no way to see her?

On month three, he realized he could see her. Even if Wanda had destroyed the Darkhold, he could still visualize it perfectly thanks to his photographic memory. He knew he would corrupt himself further by dream walking yet again, but for his girl… worth it.

He didn't know which was worse. The assumption that something terrible had happened, hence why she hadn't come back to him, or the fact she was perfectly content. He saw her working on anatomy homework, something he'd always helped her with, while her moms made dinner. She was safe, far safer than battling demons every other day. She had car keys in her jacket pocket. Overall, she looked happy.

Overcome with heartache and betrayal, his connection broke and he woke up in his own body. His fingertips were now lightly tinted black at the tips.

Suddenly, he understood precisely why Wanda was so insistent. He was America's father, and it took everything in him not to remind her of that.

He now wore gloves to cover his hands. Wong accused him of obsession. Stephen thought of it as protection. He was her Guardian Angel, so to speak.

Her fallen angel watched from across the multiverse as America Chavez celebrated her twenty-first birthday.

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Ephemeral

Def ~ (adj.) lasting for a very short time

"Fashions are ephemeral"

A/N: Wrote this to celebrate the birthday of my dear friend @dark-night-insomniac 🫶 Happy birthday, my dear friend! You deserve love and kindness and rest not only on your birthday but every other day of the year as well. 🥹❤️

TW: Death, immortality, angst but in a bittersweet way, I'm sorry if this makes you very sad :(

♡ Masterlist ♡

Seconds are short for those who live a mortal life. Those few, the ones cursed with immortality, feel the years go by like seconds.

You saw years as seconds, especially when few were a part of the population of those who never aged. You were at a period where you were considered a witch, but to the disappointment of your oppressors, drowning you in the river didn't kill you. Nor did the poison, but you did enjoy the toasty feeling that came with being burnt on the stake.

Eventually, they just gave up and shackled your leg to a tree and left you for the wolves. Those wolves didn't find you too tasty, but they did manage to help you get free.

You lived like a nomad for years, not daring to re-enter society until you were no longer recognized or, more hopefully, more people like you came along.

As time passed, you didn't age a minute as the years started to blend together. Once technology started to advance, you found yourself too curious about society, so you rejoined it as a new face in a large crowd.

No one recognized you as hundreds of years had passed - many dynasties had fallen and risen while you were away. Mankind was greedy and unkind, as you were well aware.

Then came Kim Minji.

She was different from the other mortals you met. She was unfazed by your endless knowledge of human history and was even fascinated at some points. She was kind like no other, and she was prettier than any girl you met before.

She was lovely, sweet, and most importantly, too good to be true. That's what you told yourself every time your heart quickened its steady pace when her eyes crinkled. You'd try to push your feelings away and pretend like you didn't want to record Minji's laugh and play it on loop for the rest of your life because her voice was the sweetest symphony you could ever dare to listen to. No music would be better than the way she spoke so softly, so carefully, so kindly, to you.

Her promises never empty, her smile never thin, and her eyes never dull. Kim Minji was perfect, and she was yours.

But she was mortal.

Like every mortal, like every cherry blossom, like every flower that blooms, the circle of life comes for them all. The flowers wilt and die, the cherry blossoms fade from view, and mortals grow old and ill.

The problem is that spring will come again for the cherry blossoms and the flowers, and the circle begins again. Mortals simply grow frail and lifeless until the all-consuming force of death comes for them all. There is no next spring, summer, winter, or fall for mortals. Death is permanent, death is unforgiving, and death will forever taunt you with memories of the ones you loved.

It wasn't fair, you told yourself, as you watched the same process that had taken many friends from you come for Minji. She grew ill and was tired easily, as most mortals do at an older age.

Eventually, it was time for Minji to go. You stayed by her side for every last moment, and you only left to grab something for her.

Death came, and never had so many tears fallen from your eyes. The only source of comfort was her dog, Cherry, who would bark aimlessly and wander around the house while looking for Minji. It only made you sadder that you only had a dog, who probably wouldn't live much longer, as your last reminder of what once was your lover.

As time faded, two things happened: you never forgot Kim Minji, the only girl you'd ever truly love, and Cherry, her dog, was immortal, just like you. You didn't even realize it until you sat down next to Cherry and started to do the math in your head.

Cherry still had the energy like when they were a puppy, but Cherry should've been declining health-wise years ago. Of course you'd be stuck with an immortal dog of your dead lover - a cruel reminder that she was not like either of you.

You warmed up to Cherry more, and you found that your heart began to heal.

Every day, you took Cherry out for a walk. You'd go through the dog park, through the kiddie park, and then to the cemetery to see Minji. Every day, you'd lay down a single forget-me-not on her grave that would be blown away or wilted by the time you came by next. Every day, you find yourself looking at the sunset and wondering if Minji was looking at it, too. Every day, when the moon was high in the sky, you'd hug your bedsheets tights while cuddling Cherry and telling stories about Minji until you both fell asleep.

Every day, you're reminded that Kim Minji is ephemeral, but you are not.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 year

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Shooting Star. Part 1.

For Sirius, Remus' Birthday was special. He remembered when they were kids and the Lupins kindly invited Sirius to eat chocolate cake. It was only the four of them, because Remus didn't have Uncles, Aunts or Cousins. He didn't have more friends. It was only Sirius.

Sirius remembered how Remus' mum was kind to him and he remembered how Remus' dad called him "son" and patted his shoulder and rubbed his hair. And he remembered how much love they gave to Remus, how they made him feel special eventhough his birthdays were not as big as Sirius'. But Sirius never received that kind of affection from his own parents.

For the five years that Sirius and Remus broke apart, Sirius sometimes remembered about Remus' special date. It was on his mind. But he didn't dare to see him or write to him. He didn't know how was Remus' life now. He probably had many friends to celebrate with. So Sirius didn't bother.

But now that Sirius had Remus back in his life, that he saw him everyday and they were close again, Sirius had to do something special. The big day was coming. And Remus wouldn't have his parents this time. Sirius was the only one who knew about Remus' Birthday at Hogwarts. And he was going to make sure that his friend had a good day. Remus deserved it. After everything he went through. Remus was special and he was going to have a special birthday.

"I'm so tired of this shit" Remus said that afternoon as they were working on the math problems McGonagall had given them "I'm going to have a smoke outside" he stood up.

"Remus, it's like your third cigarette" James tutted.

"When did you become my doctor, James?" Remus joked.

James shrugged and Sirius smiled. He knew how much Remus smoked. Specially when he was stressed.

"I'm actually considering starting smoking with all the homework we have" Peter groaned.

"Coming, Sirius?" Remus asked.

Sirius had never been much of a smoker. He started with his Uncle Alphard. He did it at parties, to look cool and to relax. But even since Remus appeared, Sirius had been smoking almost daily with him. It was their thing. They had the opportunity to chat and be alone while having fags.

"No. I'm fine" Sirius smiled.

"Okay" Remus shrugged, waved and left the room already with the cig between his lips.

Sirius would've gone with him but he needed to do something.

"So it's Remus' Birthday soon..." Sirius said as soon as Remus closed the door.

James and Peter were immediately interested in something that wasn't math problems.

"When?" James asked.

"March 10th" Sirius said "We need to do something... We are his friends, right?"

"Yeah, of course!" James smirked "We can have a party"

"I can bake a chocolate cake for him because he is chocoholic" Peter suggested.

"That's a good one" James observed "We can invite the girls that clearly adore him..."

"Yeah" Sirius smiled because he was happy that his friends were interested in Remus. They hadn't met him as long as Sirius had. But they had grown affectionate of Remus. And who wouldn't? Remus was very likable.

"And I can tell Susan to bring her friends. To have more people"

"Oh Susan is coming" James smiled sarcastically.

"Yeah, my girlfriend is coming" Peter nodded.

Sirius wasn't subtle as he made a face. He hated that stupid bitch as much as she hated them. But she had definitely something against Sirius.

"But it is Remus' Party"

"So? Susan loves Remus" Peter protested. Sirius and James looked at each other.

"What? Is there a problem? You are inviting the girls as well. If you can have your precious Lily there, James. I can have my girlfriend" Peter rolled his eyes.

James chuckled.

"It is because Lily is Remus' good friend so she should be there, right?"

"Isn't she going out with that Gardener boy?" Sirius asked. It was time that James moved on from that girl. Really.

James rolled his eyes "What does this has to do with Remus' Birthday?"

Sirius shrugged "You are right"

"And she is not going out with him" James added "They had ONE date. And he turned out to be an asshole"

Peter and Sirius looked at him.

"And I am totally over Evans... Okay?" he said while pushing his glasses up.

"I totally believe you" Peter whispered sarcastically "And Susan is coming"

"Okay!" James snapped.

Sirius rolled his eyes. He detested when his friends became idiots about girls.

"Can we go back to Remus' Birthday, please?" Sirius asked clapping his hands.

"Yeah yeah..."

"Sorry"

"The party is okay... But we need to get him presents as well"

"Yeah we'll get him something from Hogsmeade. A book or some chocolate" James nodded.

No. Remus was more special than that. Buying him a book or chocolate would not be enough. Remus wasn't picky or greedy. He would be thankful with anything they gave him. But Sirius wanted to give him something that would make him really happy.

"No" he shook his head "It has to be something way more important than that"

"But he loves books and chocolate" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"It has to be something special. Something he really wants"

"Like what?" James looked at Sirius curiosly.

"I don't know..."

What was the thing that Remus wanted more than anything in the world?

"Mate..." James added carefully "It's just a birthday present. Plus the party... The important thing is that we are celebrating with him... Right?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Listen lads..." Sirius said, leaning closer "Remus never had big birthdays with friends and family. He didn't have much friends before coming here. And the friends he had were kind of shitty...." Sirius looked down embarrassed "We need to make him feel special. He is our friend, right? Part of the gang. Part of the Marauders"

James and Peter looked at each other. And then James nodded. He opened his mouth to say something but then the door opened and Remus came in.

Remus took a seat on the floor besides them.

"Hey, Remus my mate" James smirked "Everything alright?"

Remus looked at James suspiciously. Sirius wanted to throw the pencil case at him.

"Yeah...I just went for a fag" Remus said "Did you finish the exercises?"

"Not nearly" Peter sighed "I think I want to kill myself"

Remus grabbed his notebook.

"Here, let me help you"

"Really?" Peter asked, smiling.

"Yeah" Remus smiled back.

There it was. The reason Remus was special. He was one of them. An excellent friend to all of them. So they needed to do something special for him.

"We'll think of something later, Pads" James whispered as Remus explained the excersises to Peter. "Remus is going to have the best birthday of his life"

Sirius smiled "Cheers Prongsie" he whispered back.

*******

As the days passed, Sirius had less clue of what would Remus want. He was starting to think perhaps he didn't know him that well. Sirius thought of calling Hope or even Grant, the friend Remus always talked about. But the mere thought of doing that made him nauseas. That Grant lad couldn't know Remus better than he did. Sirius had to figure it out by himself.

"Hey Remus..."

Sirius tried one night as they were smoking by the Common Room window. There were only five days left until the big day. They had planned most of the party. But Sirius had no present yet. Even if James, Peter and even the girls had bought him something from Hogsmeade.

"Yeah?"

They always sat opposite from each other. Their feet touched, playing to give each other little soft kicks on occasion.

"Do you believe in shooting stars?"

Remus chuckled. He looked at Sirius curiosly.

"What are you, a Disney Princess?"

Sirius kicked his feet and showed him his middle finger. Remus laughed.

"I just think it would be nice to have a wish" Sirius said, looking through the window "To wish for anything you want and have it granted"

Remus shrugged "Yeah it would be nice"

"If you had one wish, what would it be?" Sirius asked looking at Remus intensely "What do you want more than anything in this world?"

Remus looked at him in the same way. And without noticing it, they were leaning closer.

"I could ask for anything?" Remus asked, staring at Sirius' lips.

"Anything..." Sirius swallowed "For example... I would ask to have a cool motorcycle to impress girls..."

He had to joke because things were getting kind of intense.

Remus looked away and pulled back. He smiled and shook his head.

"You are such a wanker"

Sirius laughed.

"A cool motorcycle?" Remus tutted. Sirius was smiling "Not like... Erasing the world hunger or stopping Global warming... Saving nature and the animals?"

Sirius chuckled "No, I want my motorcycle"

Remus kicked his leg. Sirius whined in pain and then laughed. Sirius knew what he would ask actually. Parents who loved him. Parents that cared for him.

"What would be your wish, Moony?"

Remus looked through the window and sighed.

"That's easy..."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. Yes. He was getting the answer he wanted.

"I would like to be a cis boy"

Remus' cheeks turned a bit red when he said that. So Sirius smiled to make him know it was okay.

"Or at least have the body I feel comfortable with" Remus looked away and started smoking again.

"Would you like to get surgery?"

"Yeah but it is expensive..."

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but Remus stopped him.

"No no no... Don't you dare" Remus smiled.

"What?"

"I won't accept your money"

Sirius smiled because Remus knew him too well.

"I am quite rich..."

"Sirius..."

Sirius snorted "I wasn't saying anything" he raised his hands innocently.

Remus kept smoking, trying to hide his smile.

"But what if we get the money somehow?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"No, Sirius..." Remus whined "Get that mischievous smile away"

Sirius continued smiling though.

"You don't have to help me with this... Really" Remus insisted.

"Don't worry, Moony" Sirius said, getting up "I'll find an idea"

"No... Sirius. I told you no"

Sirius ignored him.

"I am going to be your shooting star"

Sirius started walking away.

"Sirius!"

But Sirius didn't stop. He knew now exactly what he was giving Remus for his birthday. He was going to help him grant his wish. They were going to find the way to get that money somehow. Marauders' Style. Sirius was so excited. Remus was going to have the best birthday of his life. And Sirius was going to make sure of that.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #Wolfstar #microfic #trans remus lupin #trans boy #Muggle AU

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