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ireallydontknowdudee · 3 years ago

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Make It Yours | C.L.

Part 2 of Are You Mine

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you decide to come clean to Charles about something that has been occupying your mind for a while. How will Charles react to it?

WARNINGS: cursing, pregnancy sex, unplanned pregnancy, so if you are under 18, don’t interact please!

Requested: yes by my lovely followers and my whores! <3

Words: 2.250

A/N: As promised here is part 2 and damn it took a turn am I right? This is what you get for being stupid, so don’t be stupid irl! Anyways, I wanna thank my whores for encouraging me and @illicitlimerence-writes for reading over it bc my brain was fried at the end and being cool! c: love y’all. If you want to get tagged comment or dm me!

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You jumped out of your uber, which was conveniently parked right in front of the entrance of the restaurant you and Charles had agreed on a couple of hours ago, and inhaled deeply. With swift steps you made your way towards the door and pulled it open, not without struggling a little, because your hand was shaking ever so slightly, but enough for you to be reminded of your nervousness. As soon as you were inside you spotted Charles sitting at the corner table, that you usually sat at. The restaurant had been a common hang out spot for you and Charles growing up, thus had a lot of sentimental value to you and him, and whenever he came back to Monaco from races around the world or you just wanted to talk about important things while enjoying a meal, you would meet up there.

Charles looked up from his phone, that he had his eyes glued on, when he heard the loud noise of the chair across from him being pulled back and got up to hug you with a big smile on his face. “Bonjour ma belle,” he whispered into your ear, which made you blush slightly as you greeted him back and hugged him tightly, before both of you sat down in the comfy chairs.

Your heart felt heavy as you eyed Charles, looking bubblier and happier than ever, because you knew that you asked him to go to dinner with you for a reason: you needed to talk to him, you needed to come clean about something that had been occupying your mind for too long and that involved the Formula One driver in front of you. The problem was you didn´t know how to transform your thoughts into words and how he would react to it, which absolutely terrified you, the uncertainty tearing you apart on the inside.

“Everything alright with you? You have been kind of quiet and not like yourself, “Charles inquired in between bites of his spaghetti Bolognese with an eyebrow raised to underline the suspicion and confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, everything is okay, I am just enjoying the food and listening to you, Mr. Leclerc,” you blurted out without thinking twice about the missed chance to clear your conscience by coming clean to your fuck buddy and, most importantly, your childhood friend, who had been an important part of your life for over a decade and a half and a shoulder to lean on and to find comfort in. Deep down you damned yourself for being too weak to talk to Charles honestly and letting fear stop you.

The brunette man gave you the sweetest, sincerest smile one can give you, making your heart skip a beat and the lump in your throat thicker and heavier, as if it was made from pure concrete that hindered the air you were breathing from spreading in your lungs and the words you so desperately wanted to say from escaping your lips, freeing you from your burden and inner turmoil.

Charles didn´t notice that the happy and carefree face you put on was a façade, to keep him from further interrogating you, so he continued to talk about the past couple days he had spent in Maranello.

After an hour and a half of nodding along to Charles´ stories, because you weren´t able to focus on formulating sentences or a more satisfying reaction to him passionately rambling on about his job, you suggest paying and going to your or his place, which made Charles smirk, thinking he would get laid again, something that had been happening frequently ever since that memorable pool sex in Bora Bora, both of you too desperate to keep your hands to yourselves

“Oh Charles, you have no idea what is coming your way,” you thought to yourself as you were walking out of the restaurant behind Charles and towards his custom Ferrari that he had left around the corner.

“My place?” he simply asked.

“Yes, I would like that Cha,” you said out loud before thinking “in case you don´t like what I am about to tell you.”

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The drive from the restaurant down by the harbor to Charles´ luxury apartment up in the hills wasn´t long, so before you knew it you were waiting behind Charles’ back for him to unlock the door, one foot tapping on the floor restlessly until the driver suddenly pulled you into the entrance area of his place, pinned you against the wall and connected his lips with yours hungrily. At first you reciprocated the kiss with just as much excitement and desire for him, but then you remembered that wasn´t what you had followed Charles to his den for and you broke away from his soft pout, much to the confusion of him.

“I need to talk to you,” you said bluntly, trying to avoid his gaze on you.

“Okay? Sure, about what?” he answered with his green eyes scanning your face to identify an expression he hadn´t seen on your face before, a mixture of avoidance, slight panic and a dash of excitement.

“I think it is better if we sit down for this Cha, “you pointed towards the couch in his living room, which was only a few meters away from you.

Charles shrugged and replied: „Whatever you say, ma belle.”. With a muffled groan he eventually sank down on the piece of furniture and carefully pulled you next him, closer than you were comfortable with right now, so you backed a little bit off, creating some much-needed distance. You put the handbag you had brought with you next to you and took a deep, shaky breath.

“Is it about Pierre almost walking in on us doing it in the garage before I left for Maranello? I know that wasn´t ideal and kind of my fault, but I thought you forgave me,” Charles began apologetically, thinking you were still upset about the last conversation you had with him before he had left for Italy. You couldn´t help but smile at Charles and the face he made, his lips in a big pout to portray how sorry he was about it.

You shook your head, still stiff and too uneasy to finally open your mouth.

“Then it must be about you coming to an upcoming race weekend? Like we already talked about?” Charles continued.

You shook your head again, this time a little faster.

“Okay so the only other thing I can think of that you couldn´t possibly tell me at the restaurant is, that you want to try the whole no sexual relations thing again, but- “

“Charles, I think it is too late for that anyways. I am pregnant,” you let out, your knuckles white from clenching your fist as hard as possible. It took a couple of seconds for the words to fully hit the man across from you, but then his eyes widen, making him look goofy.

“W-what? You are what now?

“Pregnant, as in I am with child,” you whispered.

“How? Oh my god- and it´s mine?” Charles look fell on your still flat stomach, his eyes still looking like they were about to fall out of their sockets.

“I think you know how babies are made, so I assume you want to know when you got me pregnant. Do you remember when we had sex in the pool on vacation? Like without a condom?” you let out a small sigh “yeah I guess one time really is enough, Leclerc, because yes, it is obviously yours.”. You grabbed your handbag, to pull out three positive pregnancy tests, handing them to a stunned Charles.

His hands were trembling as he was looking at the clearly visible, two red lines and he just mumbled repeatedly:” I am stupid.”

“We were stupid,” you shrugged your shoulders “and I understand if you don´t want to be a part of it. I decided to keep it and I will go through this on my own if I have to.” You tried your best to sound strong, determined, but you feared him leaving you to deal with this mess on your own, losing your childhood friend, in the process.

All of the sudden he grabbed your hand with his free one and sternly said: „No, I might be dumb, but not a coward, because I am just as much to… blame for this. I won´t leave my friend and my child,” he eyes still expressing some shock as he said it out loud “hanging. I will take care of you, mon ange.”

With the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and the pregnancy hormones kicking in out of nowhere, you felt hot tears streaming down your face from relief and your hands wrapping around Charles´ neck to pull him into a hug, which he gladly accepted, still being a little shaken up himself, pressing you against his toned chest and giving you a soft peck on the cheek.

Couple seconds passed before he realized:” Wait, you peed on those, didn´t you?”, tossing the test next him with his tongue sticking out as you were laughing and nodding.

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Weeks had passed since then and Charles wouldn´t leave your side, as the season, a great one for him, had ended. He had tried to convince you to move in with him, because he wanted to have you in his sight as you were roughly four and a half months pregnant, but you insisted on waiting a little longer, as you weren´t showing a lot and you had not told anyone other than your parents and his mother, not even Pierre, who still had no idea that his friends had slept together, and you were still fine on your own.

Charles and you were watching a movie, when your focus shifted towards his well-trained neck and the veins on it, making you gulp a little and your cheeks turn bright red. Stupid hormones.

This didn´t go unnoticed by Charles, who smirked mischievously and turned towards you, before asking:” Like what you see?”

“Sorry, Charles, I really didn´t mean to, it´s just... the hormones, they are driving me insane, making me want to go all feral on you”

“What´s so bad about that? It´s only natural and on top of that it is what you get from not letting me touch you since telling me about this,” he put his hand on your tiny bump, not letting the smirk escape his lips, being amused by your sudden reaction to him and his body.

“Yes, because friends don´t do that,” you said with sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Mhh, friends also don´t expect a child together, do they?” his hand travelled up to your chest and cupping one breast.

“Good counterpoint, Cha,” you countered, before leaning in and kissing him, giving into your needs, which he gladly reciprocated while giving your boob a squeeze, making you moan easily, not being used to the extra sensitivity of your breasts.

Charles pulled you on top of him, so you straddled him, and began kissing up from your belly to your exposed neck, sucking on your sweet spots and leaving behind marks. The hand on your boob, which was only covered by a lacy bra, discarded of it quickly and the Monégasque leaned forward to lick over your nipple, before sucking on it slightly and pulling on it with his teeth, causing you to desperately grind on his hardening cock.

“Good thing is that you are already pregnant, because you are so fucking beautiful, I´d fuck a baby into you right now, if that was not the case”

“Then fuck me, Charles, what are you waiting for?” you teased.

He didn´t let you ask him twice for it, pulling your sweatpants, that you put on to relax in, down and pushing your panties to one side to slide his cock, that he just took out of the restraining fabric of his pants and boxers, into your wet core without a warning, followed by a groan leaving his lips.

Leaving you no time to adjust, he started pounding into you at a steady, fast speed. Your hand found Charles´ hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan your name and to reach down to your wet core to spread the wetness and to start rubbing your clit in circular motions with his index finger.

You started to move in sync with his motions, but Charles spun you around to take control of the situation and pin you down onto the bed, the new angle allowing him to go even faster, making your toes curl and your walls clench around his cock.

“You can let go for me,” he whispered into your ear while hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that made you see stars from the intense pleasure and making you cum after a couple more precise movements. The tightness brought Charles over the edge too and he finished half inside of you and half on your throbbing pussy, mixing his cum with your juices.

With a quick kiss, but without any words, Charles got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up with it, which you appreciated.

Now that your mind was clearer, you thought about what you and Charles were again; friends that were having a baby together, and for the very first time ever, you started doubting the rightness of it.

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castleoflions · 3 years ago

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Welcome back for another comparison of the original Japanese text against the official English translations! We’ll also be doing a bit of analysis too.

This month, there were some oddities. Mostly word choices, tone, and connotations, though there is one line that is entirely mistranslated.

This one will be a bit longer, so let’s get into it.

Right away, something that leapt out to me is that the naming convention for this chapter is entirely different from every other chapter in the series. Kakegurui has a formula for its chapters titles, which is “___の女,” which turns into “____ Woman,” or, because Yen Press insists on using “girl” instead of “woman,” it becomes “____ Girl.” That’s not the case here. The title is literally, unambiguously, and simply: 姉妹 / Sisters.

For the first few pages, things are accurate in terms of content, but Kirari’s tone is...kind of off. She comes off sounding a little brattier than she actually is in Japanese. I’m willing to bet this is the translator’s way of trying to make her sound younger, but it doesn’t square, especially since the way younger Kirari speaks in Japanese tends to just be ever so slightly bubblier than how she speaks as a young woman: she’s a little bit more direct about how she says things, less mysterious. But, she still has a very feminine and polite way of speaking still. Put a pin that – we’ll touch on that a bit later.

Also, if we wanted to split hairs, we could talk about how on the second page, Kirari doesn’t do anything to indicate saying “Boy, that game...”

If you wanted to be closer to her original tone in Japanese, she said something more along the lines of “That game of Old Maid was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” And, if you want to be hyper literal without any localization, she says, “That was a lot of fun, wasn’t it? That game of Old Maid!” But again, this is so minor it’s more or less negligible.

Where her tone diverges a bit too much for comfort is when she’s recapping what their family members were up to during the game, and this is the bulk of where her bratty tone shows up.

In English, Kirari has the following to say about her relatives:

Did you see Rin’s face? The way he tries not to show any emotion is cute.

And Mira...Hee hee! She’s hilariously easy to read.

Miri and Miyo, they seem to think the game is childish. Like, we are kids, so I wish they would enjoy it honestly.

Sumika and Terano didn’t join in...I hope we play next time!

In Japanese, Kirari actually says this:

顔に出すまいとしているところがいじらしかったわね。 Did you see that look on Rin’s face? It was charming/lovable/sweet how he tried not to show it (his emotions) on his face, wasn’t it?

ミラは。。。フフ。分かりやすすぎて面白い。 As for Mira...[giggle], she was too easy to read; it was funny.

三理と三欲��子どもっぽい遊びとバカにしていそうだったわね。子どもなんだから素直に楽しめばいいのに。 Miri and Miyo seemed to think it (the game) was childish and stupid/silly. They are children, though, so they should just have fun.

淑光と定楽乃は遠慮していたけれど。次は是非遊んでみたいわ。 Sumika and Terano were reserved/refrained from joining. I definitely want to play with them next time.

So content-wise, it’s accurate, but tonally...there’s a little bit of iffy-ness, and that’s all I wanted to point out.

There’s also one more slight scuff right after that part that I want to touch on, because it starts to fill in some pieces about how Kirari and Ririka were raised.

In English, Kirari says: We all need time to play with people our age now and then, huh?

In Japanese, Kirari says: たまには同年代と気楽に遊ぶ時間か必要よね？ Sometimes you just need to take it easy and play/have fun with people your own age, don’t you?

Remember how I mentioned Kirari speaks very politely in general? This is almost certainly because of a few reasons, such as her being raised more or less as royalty, but more relevantly because of the line above: it implies Kirari and Ririka spent the majority of their childhood around adults, not playing or communicating with kids their own age.

As a fandom, we often joke that Kirari and Ririka communicate with their peers in bizarre ways, that they’re almost like space aliens who don’t know how to interact with other people in a “normal” way. And there are some overlapping assumptions we can make about why that is (being raised in a traditionalist household, being groomed to be a successful heir, being raised to be strong gamblers, etc.), but that line above is one of the first explicit, textual clues we get as to why they seem emotionally stunted in terms of how they relate to others: they spent their foundational years around stiff, traditionalist, aloof adults who were focused on grooming perfect heirs, not raising two young girls. Time spent with people their own age and just playing seems to have been a rare treat. It could explain why this particular game of Old Maid has been revisited so many times in the series: it was a rare occasion that all the Bami children got to spend time together.

I’d also like to point out how sad Kirari looks here, when she touches Ririka’s mask as if she wants to take it off, and Ririka pulls her hand away, leaving the mask in place.

Kirari has cared about this — her sister’s own will— for a long time, it seems. Which leads me into the next scuffed translation that occurs on the page after this quiet moment between the twins.

In English, Kirari says: Well, see you next time...Ririka.

In Japanese, Kirari actually says: また今��ね、リリカ。 Another time, then, Ririka.

This probably goes without saying, but the English doesn’t really make sense in context. It implies Kirari is leaving her to go somewhere else, whereas the Japanese makes much more sense: Kirari is accepting that Ririka isn’t willing to be open in that moment, and is assuring Ririka that there will be another opportunity to do so in the future.

Skipping forward a few pages, there’s something that got lost in translation just because of how nuanced Japanese is, and how the conjugation of the language can change depending on how polite or rude someone is being. When Ririka asked for sixes, she said so in a very brusque way!

The くれ Ririka uses here is commanding, not asking or requesting. It’s also very informal, and is cited as a way to tell someone to give you something that “shows mild disdain for the receiver.” She’s done playing nice, and she wants Kirari to know it.

The next part is a few more pages in, and the translator added a bit more than I think they should have, including straight up adding a line so that Kirari gets her weird, distorted mean girl tone again. So I’m putting this here so you can compare the original Japanese to what it shakes out to when closely translated into English. I’ve bolded the offending lines in question.

In English, Kirari says: You know, Ririka...this feels so weird. Me, trying to guess your intentions. Me, trying to outfox you. It’s all so much fun, but...Reading minds...is something you try on people besides yourself. That’s who you are, Ririka. You’ve become such an “other” that I enjoy gambling with you now. The sun will set shortly.

In Japanese, Kirari actually says: ねリリカ不思議な気分だわ。貴女の意図を推測する私。貴女の裏をかこうとする私。それはとっても楽しいけれど。ねリリカ、ギャンブルに興ずる程に貴女が他者になってゆく。。。ー間もなく日も暮れる。

You know, Ririka, I feel strange. Me, guessing your intentions. Me, trying to outwit you. It’s so much fun, though...trying to read someone is an act done to other people. You know, Ririka, the more you gamble, the more you become someone else. The sun will set soon.

Subtle changes in wording, but with big changes in tone and meaning...or just straight up a wrong sentence in the case of Kirari saying, “hey, now that you’re another person I actually like playing with you now,“ which is not what she says AT ALL.

A few pages alter, when Mary and Ririka reveal that Ririka’s will is to defeat Kirari, what they actually said gets sanitized a bit, and it’s a shame, because it helps support why Kirari is a little flustered on the following page.

In English, Ririka, Mary, and Kirari say: Ririka: You lost, you’re down. Mary: The hands are already around your neck. Ririka: And this... Mary: ...is Ririka’s will! Kirari: ...I see. Yes, I understand well enough now.

In Japanese, what Ririka, Mary, and Kirari actually said was: Ririka: 敗北即死 = Defeat, instant death Mary: 首に手をかけられている = There are hands around your neck. Ririka: これが = This is... Mary: リリカの意志だ！= ...Ririka’s will! Kirari: 。。。分かった。もう十分にわかったわ。= ...Okay / ...I see. I’ve seen enough / I understand enough.

And I’d like to take a moment to point this out, which is something that I, along with quite a few others, have been pointing out for years at this point: Kirari’s goal this whole time, as far as Ririka was concerned, was to help Ririka unblend from her and become her own person. Whereas...in this moment, Ririka’s goal is to destroy her little sister. Poor Kirari! No wonder she seems a bit taken aback!

And this leads into our first ever glimpse into Kirari’s thoughts and feelings, direct and unfiltered, from her. The English translations do not do this part justice, in my opinion. The English translation focuses on Ririka and Kirari being one. And that’s mostly fine...but the Japanese touches briefly on how lonely Kirari feels.

It is 100% sad girl Rari hours in this Chili’s tonight, y’all.

I’m going to transcribe this whole section so you can get exactly what the original Japanese says during Kirari’s internal monologue during the final showdown.

In English, Kirari internally monologues the following across several pages: Me...and me. What is wrong with me being myself? I love myself. I always want to remain me. But there are two people here. We can’t remain one forever. We’ll be split apart, I’m sure. When will that moment arrive? How will we feel, at the end of it? I’ll stop being one someday. We will be sisters. You will be another person. You know, Ririka, if I could make it happen... If I could make it happen... I wish we could choose that of our own free will.

In Japanese, Kirari actually internally monologues the following across several pages: 私と私。私が私であって何がいけないの？私は私が大好き。ずうっと私でいたいの。けれどここには二人いるのよ。いつまでも一人じゃいられない。私達はきっと分たれる。それはいつ訪れるのかしら？どんな気持ちになるのかしら。私がいつが一個でなくなる。姉妹になる。他人になる。ねぇリリカ、願わくはそれが。。。願わくはそれが私たちの意志で為され��しょうに。

Me and I/me. What’s wrong with me being me? I love me. I always want to be me. But there are two of us here. I won’t be alone forever. We will surely be separated. When will it happen? I wonder how we will feel. When will I stop being one? We will be sisters. You will be another person. You know, Ririka, that’s what I hope for... Hopefully...it will be done by our will.

During our first glimpse into Kirari’s mind, we find that Kirari has been wishing and hoping , since she was a young child, that she and her sister could be two different people, that they didn’t have to be one, and that Kirari didn’t have to be so alone.

I’m very curious to see how their relationship evolves now that they have become fully unblended, and what Kirari’s victory means going forward in the election.

Anyway, if you’re still here, thanks for reading! I hope this clarified some parts of this very important chapter and that it enhances your enjoyment of the series.

In the meantime, I’ll keep chipping away at Kari translations. :)

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embrassemoi · 4 years ago

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 17

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors A/N: slight head-hopping

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Chapter 17: The Stalking Map

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January 31st, 1976 | 11:30 pm

“Move your arse over!” Lily whispered. Moments after the lights went out, she crawled out of bed, her silky nightgown dragged across the floor as she walked over to Y/N. In one hand, she held a pillow, the other, Toulouse.

Y/N giggled, scooting over. “Can't get enough of me?”

“Hush! You know what I mean,” she blushed. Lily slipped in, the bed dipped as she wiggled around, making herself comfortable. But the small size didn’t help as they were slightly cramped together, leaving little space for either girl to move. Y/N made a note to herself to charm her bed so it’d be larger.

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February 2nd, 1976 | 12:23 am

“You really shouldn’t cram studying like this.”

A candle burned brightly inside their closed curtain drapes as Y/N continued to stress over an upcoming test.

“You’re smart — but you’re lucky if you manage a troll.”

“Be anymore encouraging, will you?” Y/N muttered out sarcastically.

Lily rolled her eyes, getting up from her pretzel seated position as her hand reached out, disappearing beyond the curtain drapes. Leaning over and supporting herself by gripping the bed frame, she grabbed a coffee pot and two teacups, pouring a steaming amount into each. She handed her one, Lily’s eyes squinted, her tongue poking out in thought before beginning. “So, five birds will be ejected from the wand with a blue light…”

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February 4th, 1976 | 1:12 am

They stared at each other for a moment before Lily’s mouth twitched upwards. The silence only lasted for a few beats before they both erupted into roaring laughter so strong that they had to lean into each other to prevent themselves from rolling off the bed.

“No. You. Didn’t!” Y/N exclaimed.

“What was I supposed to do? Not punch him?!” “Precisely!”

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February 5th, 1976 | 10:59 pm

Lily danced, jumping around on her bed. Her bright hair bounced around wildly whilst Y/N held her wand, pretending it was a microphone. One earbud was in Lily’s ear, the other in hers.

‘Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted!’ They mouthed to each other, despite there being a silencing spell around Lily’s bed.

‘Blue since the day we parted,

Why? Why? Did I ever let you go?

Mamma Mia now I really know!’

Y/N took her hands, pretending to play chords as if she were in front of an actual piano, mimicking the erratic backtrack. Lily shook with laughter before she slowly sank onto the bed as her hair sprawled out.

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February 9th, 1976 | 12:17 am

“Ginger —”

“I consider that harassment and bullying. Do you know how many detentions I can give you?”

“Haha — ginger.”

“Ten points from Gryff —” “No —” “TWENTY POINTS FROM —” “I’M SORRY!”

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February 11th, 1976 | 1:37 am

“What do you wanna know?” She whispered.

Speckles of starlight slipping through the cracks of their drapes. Lily, for whatever reason, seemed restless. It always seemed like whenever it was extremely early in the morning, there was a change in Lily’s demeanour.

Lily averted her gaze, biting her bottom lip, “Tell me a secret.”

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February 12th, 1976

After almost two weeks of their almost nightly rendezvous, they’d gotten closer than they have in the past six months and it seemed like Lily knew her better than she did at times.

Lily was practically bouncing off the walls. Every day, she seemed to become more radiant, happier, bubblier and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what caused such a spike in her mood.

The redhead wove their way out of the bustling crowd, her arm linked with Y/N’s. She’d caught a few times, Lily looking at her every now and then before she seemed to stare for a little longer than what was considered polite. She’d forced a cough, fiddling with a strand of hair with her free hand; looking everywhere — or at anything, but her.

Sometimes Y/N felt and sounded like a broken record.

Repeating her thoughts over and over again, analyzing herself and the people around her; overthinking causing loads of unanswered questions… It was a problem that she didn’t know how to switch off.

Sometimes, it’d become too overwhelming, even to the point of tears in frustration and the constant overthinking. It would start with a flicker of interest, morphing into a spiral of questions, then irritation before spreading through her veins like a wildfire, spiking with anxiousness or fury. But recently, her over-thinking wasn’t necessarily overwhelming or maddening, this time it was purely curious. It was as if she blinked an eye; suddenly Lily would be acting fine — normal to becoming strange and skittish within mere seconds.

Perhaps it was stress?

February began and the workload for the OWLs was beginning to wear down on everyone. To be dramatic, every day became a blur, all merging into one blob: wake up, head down to the hall, class, lunch, class, study — then become too overwhelmed from studying and have the urge to cry or yell, dinner, study more, then sleep. With hardly any time to retain the information and the OWLs set to start late May, Y/N’s main goal was to memorize every bit of information rather than learn what it meant; that was for another time.

Whenever the fifth or seventh years weren’t in class, they were studying in the library, the hallways, even at dinner or lunch. It was so busy that the Marauders made it a point to swing by — even Mary and Marlene were becoming frequent visitors too. Mostly, they studied, but other times it ended with Lily constantly threatening James with detention (which he already received one and lost around forty house points after starting a small fire — which nobody knew how it even happened), Peter brought baked goods but ended up spilling a cup of tea over his notes and robes; Sirius and Marlene often mucked around while Y/N and Remus begun migrating to the common room after Pince threatened to throw them all out (and honestly, they were tired with everyone else’s shit).

And it had been taking a toll on Lily. She’d lost sleep and was slightly more agitated when it came to those around her and overall seemed to become quieter than usual.

Yeah, it was probably stress, but it didn’t answer her happy mood. Whatever it was, it looked good on her.

That day, they decided to eat lunch away from the Great Hall. They sat on a nearby window ledge, watching students idly as they passed back and forth, all having their own little lives. Y/N’s back was pressed against the window, her knees bunched together as Lily guessed the lives of people around them.

Young students, old students, some smiling, some frowning. Usually, Hogwarts was almost too overbearing. The swarm of bodies clung together like magnets, hard to separate, hard to pull yourself away from because soon enough, you’ll be roped into another set of magnets. While Hogwarts had been smaller in size and population compared to Ilvermorny, you could never catch a break here.

But, in times like these, they were able to come down from the high. It was fascinating and oddly calm; the noise, the chatter, it all became background noise.

And like a magician, Remus popped out, walking towards them. Lily waved Remus down, inviting him to sit with them. Although, Peter wasn’t that far behind as he came bouncing up behind. A few people waved to him, he’d even stopped a few times to catch up with a few students that passed.

Remus took the free seat next to Y/N, Peter next to Lily.

“Bloody cold here,” Peter said, rubbing his shoulder up and down, handing each girl a muffin before Remus, but he declined, waving around a small bag of blackberries.

Lily and Peter quickly fell into a conversation while she and Remus turned to talk. His leg brushed against hers before ripping away quickly. Even with just the slightest touch, Remus was a furnace. Y/N quickly looked up to him, their eyes meeting shortly. Her eyebrow curled up at him, wondering why he was so warm; had he been sick? He didn’t look bad…

She hadn’t been spending that much time with him as of late, aside from the study groups. But he smiles broadly. There was a weariness on his face that seemed to have chased away immediately. “Noon.”

“Noon! How have you been?”

His smile turns even brighter, so much as he could rival the stars. There’s a certain playfulness in his eyes, devilishly and sly. He looks too eerily like James, but it only tells her that he’d come up with another prank recently.

“Great,” there is amusement in his voice, so smug, so confident. “Came up with a new prank idea.”

Bloody knew it, as he’d would say.

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, let’s just say that there’s going to be a lot of dungbombs, Polyjuice potions and probably explosions.”

“Explosions?!”

“You’ll see.” Again, sounding so confident and smug. It put a smile on her face. “So what about you?”

Her mind racks around for a while; nothing much has happened recently; she’s stumped.

He considers her for a moment with a soft gaze, completely understanding. “We’re planning to mix in Polyjuice potion with pumpkin juice on Valentine's day at dinner. When the person drinks it; they should turn into who they fancy.”

“So where do the explosions come in?”

Remus gives a deep chuckle, “Now I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?”

But before she could make a witty retort, perhaps even convincing him to spill his deets, Peter calls out to Remus, pointing discreetly to a girl looking at them directly from the other side of the corridor. They all recognized her from the study group, a fourth year that comes on Wednesdays. She waved over to them — well, actually just at Remus as her other hand grasped an item behind her back.

He waves over, hesitantly getting up, “I’ll be back.

This wasn’t unusual — since he ran most of the fifth year groups, Remus constantly had younger students approach him in the halls. Although, they were all starstruck; after all, he was tall, a bit scary and a part of the oh so intimidating Marauders.

Their eyes were glued to his back as they watched the interaction play out. The girl tipped back and forth on her feet, swaying as she shyly looked up to him. She went on to a small monologue before pulling out a heart-shaped box of chocolates and holding it in front of herself.

Lily sucked in a sharp breath, a hand flying to her mouth to prevent giggling to seep out and the young girl overhearing, but it was out of entertainment rather than any malicious intent. Remus, however, did not look too phased, however, gave a pitiful smile, thanking the girl for her confession but letting her down softly. Within a second, the girl’s face contorted, her eyes swelling up with thick tears as she threw the chocolate box at Remu’s chest — but missed, scattering to the ground, as she bolted down the corridor.

“Blimey,” Peter breathed out, “That’s the third one this week. He’s going to beat Sirius for Valentine’s day confessions at this rate.”

“Well this is awkward,” Remus said, coming back to the group. He had picked up the box, an uncomfortable grimace on his face as he turned it around. Y/N looked up at him; he was flustered, unsure what to do. So, she patted his shoulder, gaining his attention and slid the box out of his hands and cracked it open; they were all sorts of different chocolate, milk, white, dark, truffles, shavings, even some had coconut while others were biscuits covered in it. It was intended for Valentine's day judging by the intricate and soft velvety packaging but she assumed that poor girl simply couldn’t refrain.

Yeah, she definitely should’ve waited — or not have said anything, but at least she had nerve. It felt like Y/N lacked the so-called Gryffindor trait often, so if anything, she applauded that fourth year.

The group looked at her oddly as Y/N shrugged, plopping a piece into her mouth. “What? Expensive chocolate is still expensive chocolate.”

She took the box, stretching her hand out, offering it to the group.

“Nu-uh,” Lily blurted, her wands waved out in front of her, “There’s no way I’m eating that.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you feel bad?! And that must be bad mojo! You broke her heart; why did you take the box?”

“Surely you saw her throw it at me! You didn’t expect me to throw it back at her?”

Lily stopped her scold, suppressing another fit of giggles before letting out a very loud snort. Y/N and Peter howled together at careless, ‘improper’ lady laughs that Lily usually didn’t make. Y/N liked the change, she seemed freer.

“Well, do you fancy anyone then?” Lily retorted as she composed herself.

Remus snorted too, scooted over to Y/N as she offered him the box. He nodded, grabbing a small bite-sized chocolate piece. He rubbed at his collarbone in a sheepish manner, cracking it which made Y/N and Peter's face scrunch up. “What do you think?”

“You should go and date around. Honestly, you have all these women at your feet and you’ve never gone on one.” Peter added.

“Yes, yes!” Lily urged, “Listen to him!”

“You guys care more about this than I do.”

If James and Sirius were the most popular students, James being goofy while Sirius was a playboy, and Peter had the most friends, Remus was definitely the most well-liked Marauder and the one with the coolest reputation; something that James was certainly jealous of. But the fact that he seemed oblivious to it, Y/N found hilarious and humbling, very unlike his friends.

His head shook. “Well then, what about you two. Do you fancy anyone?”

They both went red immediately. Peter bit the inside of his cheek before Y/N shoved the tray of chocolates his way; he grabbed a handful, eating them in complete silence. Lily, well, she went completely still, almost as if Remus had shot a spell at her. She coughed, looking away uncomfortably as a nervous chuckle embedded its way out.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she and Remus immediately whipped their heads to look at each other. Their mouths gaped, closing and opening like goldfish. Both of their minds reeled, thinking about the same thing. Remus snapped his head back to Lily, his finger pointing at her. “Godric! You do!”

“I-I do not! I don’t fancy anyone!”

“Spill! What’s he like?” Remus asked. They kept probing her for questions, in hope of an answer but she wouldn’t budge.

“Is it Potter?!” Peter asked, his happy mood dimming but he forced a chipperly grin.

Remus was choking on air itself, “You’re taking the piss!”

They all looked at her in burning anticipation. If it was true, James was going to have a field day. Lily’s eyes widened, reaching over to grab the lid of the chocolate box and wacked Peter with it.

They were a mess of giggles, particularly Remus and Y/N who watched Lily berate Peter for the sheer mention of James. They basked in the safe feeling of the sunlight on their skin, the warmth spreading through them and rivalled the bitter chill.

As more laughter erupted, memories created, chocolate eaten, the bell eventually rang. Lily parted off with Marlene and Peter, both in the small class, as Y/N joined Remus.

“You think it’s Potter? Can’t be, can it?”

“I think he’d cry if it was.”

“Truly, he’d go mental.”

“Or maybe Lily’s gone mad.”

Remus shrugged, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Perfect match then.”

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Y/N slumped over her textbooks, watching as Bowie the Bowtruckle climbed into her hand. She hardly paid attention to what Kettleburn droned about.

“Alright! My pupils, listen up; next week, we’re starting a group project for the OWLs. But, I will be the one assigning the partners — oh don’t give me those faces! I have picked your partner based on grades and strengths. Ultimately you will both work together on hatching a Puffskein and care for it. It will be ongoing alongside the rest of your OWL studies and other projects I will assign.

“You will be graded on the overall health and happiness of your Puffskeins. We have gone over their care for a while and I think we’re ready to start. Remember to refer back to your books and do not hesitate to ask me. I have all your equipment ready to go next week.”

Kettleburn coughed, unfurling a piece of parchment with what the class assumed was a list of names.

“To start, Dorcas Meadowes and Lucinda Talkalot —”

Great.

Kettleburn continued to list name after name. Y/N brought a finger to Bowie, letting him touch her gently.

“ — Crabble and Evan Rosier.

“Amita Patil and Edmud Brown.

“Sirius Black and Y/N L/N.

“Susan Chang and Agnes —”

Wait.

Her eyes widened, sharply turning to Sirius who already stared back. Both of their mouths were agape. She hadn’t heard wrong.

“Now, don't ask me to change partners. I will do no such thing. We'll talk more about this next week. Class is dismissed — don’t forget about your paper due on Tuesday!”

Y/N watched as the class got up from their seats, her shoulders slumped dejectedly. Quickly, she stood, walking to the door and pushed the assignment quickly out of her head. But once reaching the door, a Slytherin knocked into her. His hands were pushed out, causing her books and notes to sprawl over the floor as he scoffed down.

“Sorry,” she groans out, “I didn’t mean —”

“Watch where you’re going, stupid Muggle.” With a sharp turn, Crabble walked away with a nasty smile.

Sirius had seen the entire ordeal go down, finding himself stuck at a crossroad; it took all the effort in the world to prevent himself from walking straight up to the boy, hexing him beyond belief, but casting a glance at her, struggling to process what just happened caused him to reassess his thoughts. Instead, he took a deep inhale, noting to himself to take care of that later, and strode towards her, dropping down as he picked up her books, shoving them neatly into her bag while collecting any loose sheet of parchment.

“You okay?” He asked with a voice so gentle it could have been mistaken for a whisper. He turned his head upwards to look at her.

Her eyes were foggy, a faraway look in them, completely in shock.

Sirius wasn’t sure what compelled him to, but his hand reached over, picking up her hand delicately in reassurance. His thumb stroked over her soft skin and helped to pull her to her feet.

The touch broke Y/N out of her daze; the physical contact caused both students to have a fuzzy, odd feeling settling at the pit of their stomachs.

His touch was so soft, so gentle despite his eyes brimming with rage that almost seemed feral.

But, she hardly noticed it as she nodded weakly, jaw clenched. Her mind reeled, attempting to process her emotions — completely baffled and shocked. It was so sudden she felt like she hadn’t had time to digest the situation. Muggle… the Slytherin used it in such a derogatory manner. A word meant to simply describe her sounded bitter — disgusting and low.

Sirius pulled back quickly, the hand flying straight up to his hair. A thought passed through his head, he wanted to reach out again, but he squashed it for more important manners.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

“Why are you helping me?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. It was the only coherent thought she had at the moment. Sirius out of all people should be laughing at her, shouldn’t he? Being a Pureblood and all…

The comment and the way her eyes judged him quickly told him all he needed to know. A panged sigh went through him.

“Look,” Sirius grew stiff, “I —” he paused, “I may not particularly like you, but I don’t like blood purist arseholes who push women more.”

With another once over, Sirius checked for any scratches or injuries before calming down. “I can take you to the Hospital Wing. It was a nasty fall.”

She shook her head again. The last thing she wanted was for them to get along only out of pity. Sirius understood, handing over her bag and walked away. She watched as his hand clutched the straps of his bag; his grip was so tight that his knuckles were white. His other hand, the one that he touched her with, flexed several times before curling into a fist.

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Currently, she sat by the window ledge in the common room, writing a letter to her mother. Although, her mother hadn't responded to her letters since December. In fact, her mother had only responded to two of her letters throughout her stay; about six months. It made Y/N bitterly press her lips into a thin line. For once, it’d feel nice for her own mother to prioritize her, to make her feel more important than her work.

Blood-red silk curtains nearly swallowed her whole, letting in the little light from the stars outside. The fireplace and chandelier were lit and she could scarcely make out the familiar figure of messy hair, two tufts sticking out like always, swinging an arm over her shoulders. He whined, “Oi! Evans has been stealing you! I feel like I’ve hardly talked to you the past week!”

“Jealous much?”

“Of course,” he said sarcastically, “Anyway, I, the James Potter, your best friend —" "Right." "— am inviting you on a prank. In or out?”

“In,” she said without hesitation. After the Muggle situation, she would do anything to get it out of her head, even for just a few hours. She immediately got up from her seat, walking out the portrait hole. James threw his invisibility cloak over them.

“What are we doing? Is it Remus’ prank we’re doing now?”

James turned to her, his eyebrows deep in confusion. “He told you about that? He hardly tells us before the day of the execution. Anyway, anything you want.”

“Anything I want? What about your boy band?”

He looked over to her in confusion, sliding out a small bag filled with both of their favourite snacks, tossing it to her. “Not coming, just us. Although Remus is on patrol tonight and his mini-gift to you — or er — us, he’s making sure that the Gryffindor and Slytherin floors are cleared from teachers. Should go off without a hitch. So, I’ll ask you again, what do you have in mind?”

“Pranking the Slytherins,” she said without a pause which caused James to grin.

“Atta girl! Learning from the best!”

The prank itself was small in comparison to the prank she helped with on Halloween. Y/N decided on having the prank in the Great Hall for everyone to see. James produced about a dozen dungbombs from his bag, setting it under the Slytherin table and placing a timer on it, ready to be set off in the morning.

But she insisted on the one Slytherin from earlier. Crabble, was it? She asked James to help her give him a little bit more misery than the others. They placed a dozen hexes and jinxes on his usual seat: hair lost jinx, jelly legs, horn tongue hex, Engorgio, twitchy ears, bedazzling hex —

Right now was not the time for Y/N to forgive and forget — revenge was beautiful, fulfilling; she couldn’t wait.

But, their only downfall was that they weren’t on the floors Remus had cleared out for them. So when Mrs. Norris came up to them, only to dash out of the hall, it caused the two pranksters to finalize their escapade before James grabbed her hand and fled the scene.

They ran throughout the empty corridors as the clicking of their shoes echoed throughout the corridor. They were both laughing, smiling brightly. They ran past the Bloody Baron and Nearly Headless Nick, woke up most of the portraits before they heard the vague sound of Filch’s screaming.

“COME BACK HERE!”

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH US!” Y/N shouted, which had James snickering.

He whipped his head around and placed two hands around his mouth to make his statement louder, “YOU MUST BE LOOKING FOR A GALLEON, EH?! RENT BOY!”

After an abundance of sharp twists and turns, passing by countless hallways and secret tunnels, James seized a blank piece of parchment from his back pocket. He muttered a few words, opening it and ran down another set of corridors, through a tunnel and outside of the castle.

“What are you doing?!”

“Just trust me!”

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation: Y/N had grown to trust James a long time ago.

They ducked under an overhead from the castle, far away from Filch. Their ragged breaths filled the air before Y/N snatched the parchment from James’ grasp. “What is this?”

A panicked look flashes through James before he reaches over, trying to pry it from her grasp.

“Nu-uh!” She waved in front of her.

He sighed, realizing that he wasn’t going to get it back and that lying was the worst possible option. “You can’t tell anyone — my chaps will have my head if you do —”

“Who do you think I am?! Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course,” he rolled his eyes at her guilt tripping, “It’s a map we all created — er — Moony was the one to create it. He came up with it and did most of the work. Anyway, it tells us where everything and everyone is at every minute of the day.”

On the front, it read in maroon colours of the boy’s code names, Moony at the very front.

Moony — Remus… always a surprise.

James opened it, flicking it open as he pointed to a pair of animated footprints sprinted around the page hurriedly; Filch's name appearing overhead. His name travelled across the paper at a fast pace, running and zigzagging down the halls in the opposite direction. And by the looks of it, Peeves was following him. Above, they could see Remus’ name close to where they used to be, his name moving quickly in what both assumed was him trying to look for them. He must’ve heard the screaming.

It truly was amazing their little map. She marvelled at the classrooms, every hallway, every inch of ground that covered the surrounding area. Passageways, hallways, doors and abandoned classrooms were all there. Although, a few areas were missing. She noticed how the little nook underneath the tapestry nor a large plot of land close to the left-wing of the castle had yet to be mapped out.

“I proudly present the Marauder’s map.” James boasts.

Her face scrunched up, “You mean the stalking map — perv.”

James faked an offended expression, a hand came to clutch his heart. “I was raised to be a gentleman!”

“Sure thing.”

He was about to make another joke before his face slowly fell upon realization, “Wait, really? Is that why Lily doesn’t like me?” He tugged down on his hair in distress, his eyes looking as if they were to pop out any second. “Do women think I’m perving around?!”

Y/N chortled, prying the map from his hands and slipped back into the castle while having a panicked James follow, completely freaking out in the background, spurting out concern after concern.

She followed the map, walking over to Remus who stood underneath a large painting. He escorted them back to the common room to prevent them from getting any possible detentions and not needing the invisibility cloak. But James continued to babble on about his (alleged and false) creepy behaviour, his emotions spiking while Remus watched the two.

“Okay,” he sighed, observing James have a meltdown as he clung to Y/N’s arm, spewing apologies if he had ever crossed a line. “What did you do? You broke him.”

"Nothing.”

He didn’t question it but his nostrils flared as he attempted to press his lips in a thin line, his face going as red as Lily’s hair.

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malleux · 4 years ago

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☆ Day 2 - Prince Childe ☆

-> childe x fem!reader | royalty!au

-> fluff

-> mild cursing, alcohol

-> “pick a prince” masterlist

a/n: i chose quite literally the worst weeks to do this event i didn’t expect to be so busy irl oml, it’s fine it’s all good enjoy childe! this is one of my worst works fr i’m so sorry

“Hush! Somebody’s going to hear you. Step lightly. Where are you taking me anyways?”

“Will you loosen up? Nobody’s gonna catch us, chillax.”

You shivered from the chilly night air. The only source of warmth near was the hand that gripped tightly into your wrist as its owner pulled you through the dark corridor. He led you out of the door that lead to the gardens, making his way through the twists and turns of the hedge maze.

Finally, he came to a stop in front of a large fountain. Lanterns lit up the area, illuminating the picnic he had set up along with your captor’s face in a warm light that contrasted against the moon’s white rays.

“Childe...”

“Cool, right? While Zhongli was flaunting his empty wallet around the market with you today, I spent my time in the kitchen with your cooks. They helped me prepare a big basket of all the things you like!”

You smiled at the redhead. “That’s... really sweet of you. Pretty original, too.”

“Heh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, “I got the idea when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Your dad was pretty angry, y’know. Made for a real awkward meal.”

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you made your way to the picnic blanket in front of you. Childe followed. “Don’t even get me started on him.”

Childe began unpacking the large picnic basket. With every food item he pulled out, the further down your jaw dropped. Your chefs really had told him everything you enjoyed. Your mouth watered at the sight. Then, he pulled a bottle out of a tin bucket of ice, pouring it into his glass and motioning an offer to you. You raised your hand slightly.

“No thank you. Father says it’s ‘unbecoming’ of a princess to drink alcohol.”

Childe rolled his eyes and poured your drink anyways. “Tonight you’re not a princess. You’re just Y/N, and I’m just Childe. And we’re just having a nice little picnic”

“Well, if you put it that way...” You giggled and picked up the glass, taking a small sip of the chilled champagne. It wasn’t the best flavor ever, but it certainly added to the romantic aspect of the picnic.

You spent the night simply laughing and joking with Childe and for the first time, you were able to forget the looming responsibilities of being the heir to an entire kingdom. He distracted you so much that you didn’t even hear the large clock tower chime, signaling 10pm, 11, 12, 1...

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“By the way you talk about Zhongli, it seems as though you know him pretty well. Are you friends?”

You were bubblier than the champagne at half-past 1am, listening to Childe tell story after story and chiming in with your own little adventures. Childe was similar, but definitely a little less hyper.

“I do know him, yes.” The prince fiddled with the gloves on his hands, “I wouldn’t say we’re friends though. Barely even acquaintances.”

“Really now?” You cocked your head to the side, “And why is that?”

“Uh- we just, we’ve just got different things going on. Different ideals and morals and whatnot. He’s a cool man, but definitely not in my life for the long run I suppose.”

“Morals as in...?”

“...You were rather snappy when I mentioned your dad earlier in the night. Why’s that?”

He was avoiding the question. Not a good thing to do when you’re talking to the princess you’re trying to marry. But, maybe he’s just a more closed off person. You had only known him for a day, after all.

“He’s just demanding and strict. I never got the childhood all the other kids in the kingdom got. I spent every day studying and learning what to do as a princess, and now it feels like he’s just selling me off to some random guy who doesn’t even care about me. But at this point, I’d be fine with it. Anything to get me out of this castle and living a more interesting life.”

You didn’t necessarily want to badmouth your father, but Childe was the first person to ever ask about it. You’d spent so long keeping it all bottled up that it finally spilled over.

The prince nodded. “I understand that. Once you become queen, it’s gonna get harder. Even if you don’t necessarily want a husband, I think it would be good to have someone to just be there to support and help you. Ruling a kingdom isn’t easy.”

“Yeah,” You laid down on your bacm looked up at the stars. Childe laid next to you. “I’d like to be fall for the person I’m going to marry naturally. This arranged thing isn’t really my style. I want to be friends with them, and then court, and then marry.”

Childe stayed quiet for a moment. You were still looking up at the stars, not noticing when he turned his head to gaze at you.

He thought about himself. His future, his past. Would you accept him if you knew the truth? That his kingdom was a bit more... vicious than what you were used to? He would push for the joining of your two kingdoms, would you be supportive of that?

His hand reached out, gently resting his pinky finger on top of yours. You glanced at him, but didn’t move.

“I don’t know what the future holds. My life is a lot different from yours. But I do know that if you were to marry me, I’d vow to always support you. To be your friend. Not even lovers if you weren’t okay with it. We’d work through it all.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Childe.”

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lizbotw · 5 years ago

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Oikawa, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, and Nishinoya With a S/O that Has a RBF and Can Be Moody

Anonymous said:

Hi! Can you do Oikawa, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, and Noya with an S/o that has a resting bitch face and gives off a strong “dont talk to me” aura when moody or tired?

hey! these took me a while to finish so i hope you like them ♡

Oikawa Tooru

He’s used to people praising his personality, all sweet words and thoughtful gifts. What he wasn’t used to was someone other than Iwaizumi blowing a fuse in response to his actions, especially if it was over something miniscule.

You had forgotten your water bottle in the gym after your daily P.E. class, but with your lunch period having already passed, you had no choice but to wait until the end of the school day to go pick it up, lest you get scolded by a teacher for “skipping class” and going to do something deemed “unnecessary” during their precious class time.

And so you impatiently waited out the last few classes of the afternoon before you hurried to the gym, hoping that no one had moved your bottle. (If you had to go run to the lost and found because someone had placed it there, you swore you would just about scream—you were tired and wanted to go home, plus the extra time spent going on a wild goose chase for the object meant you might actually miss your ride home if you didn’t hurry).

You shoved open the gym doors unceremoniously—after-school sports clubs were already gathering in the room for their pre-practice warmups—and you kept your eyes focused on the area in front of you, wanting to get in and out quickly.

You squinted a little at the familiar shape in your line of sight. Ah! There it is. In the distance you could make out your water bottle resting upon the same bench you had left it on, and you jogged over to it, swooping it up and slinging your backpack down and off of your shoulders in one movement. Your bag landed on the bench with a thump and the hiss of the zipper when you tugged the main compartment of the bag open were all you were focused on.

While you were shoving around a few books in your bag, trying to make room to squeeze the water bottle in, you failed to notice the intense stare you had earned from one of the very sports players you had ignored on your way in.

“Hey! Can I help you?” A chipper, smooth voice was the culprit.

You whirled around at the sound, water bottle half shoved into your already overcrowded bag.

Just your luck. The infamously chatty Oikawa Tooru had been the one to seek your company the one time you were actually in a rush. Resident pretty boy and captain of the volleyball team—of course you knew who he was.

His smile was charming and even in his normal workout clothes, you had to admit he still looked good.

And you also had to admit that while any other day this would have been a great conversation to have, right now you were so over it.

You ignored his attempt at conversation and focused on finishing up here and leaving, turning back to your bag and silently praying for the water bottle to just go in.

He was taken aback by your lack of response, but, never one to give up, he tried again.

Next to you on the bench, he gently placed down the small towel he had slung over one shoulder, along with his own water bottle, looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he set them down—he kept his grin on, although it was beginning to waver at your lack of reaction.

“This is the volleyball bench, so that’s why I was wondering if you needed something. We don’t usually let people stay and watch us practice, but you know, I’m feeling generous today so if you want to-”

You straightened up, backpack now firmly placed over your shoulders and water bottle secure inside. Your eyebrows had furrowed into an annoyed expression out of habit and thus an involuntarily glare was given to the captain. “Yeah, no thanks. I’ve got to go,” you mumbled, barely feeling like talking—seriously, how could someone have so much energy after school?

Oikawa watched as you left the same way you had come, confused and slightly appalled by your behavior. It took Iwaizumi giving him a firm punch to the arm and an order to “get back to stretching, dumbass, I’m not dealing with you pulling a muscle later and whining, I fucking swear,” to get him to go back to work.

Your interactions were minimal much of the time, but as though fate drew you together, you found yourself having many more similar interactions with the captain, much to your dismay. You didn’t hate him per say, but you definitely couldn’t stand his radiant, flirty personality when you already felt half-asleep after a long day.

First it was your friend leaving their water bottle in the same place you had and them begging you to go get it and give it to them first thing when you saw each other tomorrow because they had to go home right after school today for some reason.

Next it was someone forgetting their phone and you offering to go get it because they had done you a favor that one time a few weeks ago and you wanted to return it.

Then it was a whole textbook (what are you even doing with a textbook in the gym anyway?).

The cycle went on and on, and each and every time Oikawa was there, you used to his cliche conversation starters by now. It became a sort of routine, a game, and when your brain was clear from the throes of sleepiness later, you would mull over the interactions and realize that you actually enjoyed them.

It was quite the shock for Oikawa when he ran into you during lunch one day and you were bubblier than he had ever seen you (you were still filled with energy after a long night’s rest and school hadn’t sapped all of your vibrancy for the day just yet—plus you were excited that it was lunchtime), even being greeting him enthusiastically with a “Hey, Oikawa!” and waving to him when he had called out to you (he expected you to ignore him so he was frozen in shock for a moment at your display).

At some point, lunchtime hangouts between the two of you became the new routine, and from there the routines slowly continued to change and evolve until you two were miraculously dating. (The new routine was now stopping by the gym after school, even if you hadn’t forgotten anything there, to give him a goodbye kiss and a “Good luck with practice, babe!” before you headed home. The alternative routine was that you finally took up that offer he had made on that very first day about you staying to watch practice, and afterwards he would walk you home, you two stopping in a convenience store to buy ice cream before you got far. You both seemed the enjoy the latter a lot more.)

Oikawa, observant as he is, figured out that you become “pouty” when you were tired (you were sitting on his bed and doing homework with him when he announced that as though it was some sort of profound realization, and you hit him overhead with a pillow because why did you just described it like that, Tooru???).

He’s pretty good about giving you space when you need it, although most of the time, even if you’re sleepy or upset and don’t want to deal with anyone, he’s still liberal with the affection he gives you, knowing that you secretly love the attention. He just has to look past your sharp words to see what you really want and at this point you’re pretty sure he’s a mind reader.

When you’re not feeling tired and overworked, he knows you can actually be pretty sweet, so if he sees you staring off into the distance, your not-so-neutral resting face on, he’ll absolutely annoy the hell out of you because once you crack that million dollar smile? He’s done for (but he likes the pain of his heart beating wildly around you so it’s okay).

He’s just an absolute sucker for how angry you look most of the time but how you’re simultaneously the most supportive person he’s ever met underneath it all (in some ways it reminds him of Iwaizumi, although you’re less… prickly than Iwa seems to be much of the time; that and you don’t throw volleyballs at his head whenever he messes up a play during practice—most of the time that is).

Akaashi Keiji

The literal calmest couple ever that simply likes to stick to themselves—that’s the initial impression many have of you two.

That couldn’t be further from the truth though. Despite your outward appearance, you were quick to crack smiles around just about anyone (you got along well with Bokuto for this very reason), and Akaashi had proven to be unexpectedly playful at times as well (it was mostly around you and his team though, so that side of him was relatively unknown).

Akaashi wasn’t put off by how you appeared at all—that sort of thing didn’t really matter to him—and the faithful pairing up of you two together for a group project finally gave you the opportunity to talk.

He’s generally good with dealing with just about anyone, so while he was surprised once you started talking his ear off about the project, outwardly he didn’t so much as bat an eye, simply listening to you ramble on and responding when appropriate.

Once you two are together, quiet evenings become common, you most likely laying on his chest and scrolling through your phone while he holds a book above his head, the only noise being the flipping of the pages. Evenings like those are exactly what you need when you’re feeling overworked and want to snap at just about everything, and Akaashi is quick to soothe you—with even just a few words from him you can already feel yourself feeling better.

He secretly takes pride in the fact that others may look at your moodiness and intimidating appearance and shy away, meanwhile he’s able to actually understand you (also he has experience with Bokuto so literally just hit him with all you’ve got).

Together you two can seem pretty intimidating and unapproachable, but you also look cool as hell walking through the hallways side by side so it’s a necessary sacrifice.

Akaashi picked up the habit of taking pictures of you when you’re not looking because you look amazing with your neutral face and fierce expression, but also when you’re joking freely with him, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as laughter spills out, you’re simply stunning. He likes the duality and sees something poetic in it because of course he does.

He loves looking through his camera roll sometimes and just scrolling and seeing you simply minding your own business and looking out the window in one picture, but then getting up to all sorts of trouble in the name of fun in the next.

He’d probably be embarrassed if you found out, although he quickly realized that he also likes to show you the pictures sometimes so you can see yourself exactly how he sees you, and you have to admit that some of the shots are breathtaking with how he seems to capture you in the perfect way (the lightning, background, and of course you all look amazing because he’s Akaashi and to him every detail should be just right, especially if it involves you) and when the pictures are paired together with the others, the contrast jumps out and you have to smile at that.

Kuroo Tetsurou

A mostly empty hallway, the two of you being the only ones there, was where it all started. An entire open hallway and of course, he still managed to bump into you somehow. (To be fair, you were tapping away on your phone, complaining to your friend over text about how you just wanted to go home already and take a nap because the test last period had been exhausting, and not paying attention to where you were going at all).

To his credit, he was quick to apologize, turning over his shoulder so you would catch his words, seeing as you two were walking in opposite directions. “Ah… sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” A light chuckle on the end tied up the apology nicely by adding a charming casualness to it.

You looked up from your phone with an annoyed expression, eyes narrowed, and sighed to yourself before you turned around to reply to him. “Maybe work on that next time,” you snapped. You were clearly exasperated and Kuroo was left blinking in bewilderment at the interaction.

You two were in the same class and although you knew of each other, you weren’t exactly friends—more like acquaintances, although Kuroo was wondering if he had missed the memo on when that title had switched to sworn enemies.

He decided to test this theory and tentatively bid you “good morning” when he got to class the next day. He had almost chickened out because you looked absolutely terrifying, almost as though you were going to bite whoever so much as glanced in your general direction.

Although you seemed confused at first at the fact that he was even talking to you, you gave a small, “Good morning?” back. (It came out as more of a question, but you know what? He’ll take it.)

Okay, so… you didn’t hate him? Or at least not as much it seemed?

And so Kuroo kept this up, always the first one to say “good morning” to you each day—it was sort of like a science experiment, him trying to gauge what you thought about him and test out his hypothesis (the mystery of that interaction in the hallway is what kept him at it, even as silly as it seemed).

You asked him at one point why he suddenly started talking to you and he quickly deflected the question, afraid you would catch onto his little research experiment, even as outlandish the possibility of that happening was.

Those were the first few interactions you two had and even now when Kuroo looks back on it he has secondhand embarrassment for his past self—what was he even doing?

Nowadays, now that you’re finally dating, he doesn’t question your moodiness, knowing that everyone has off days. He has also finally figured out that you two were never sworn enemies in the first place (although he thinks that this love story would have been way more interesting if that had been the case).

Whenever you’re staring off and looking serious, Kuroo loves to pinch your cheeks to snap you back to reality and even as often as he does it, you fall for it every time and honestly he can deal with the death glare you give him because then the small smile you can’t conceal comes out right afterwards (what he can’t deal with though is you withholding kisses from him because you said he didn’t deserve them after pinching you three times in the span of two hours, so after that one time you learned that that punishment was horribly ineffective because so clingy throughout it).

If you’re looking tired, simply down on your luck and annoyed at life, he doesn’t let it affect him and knows not to take it personally, slipping you a cup of tea to help you calm down and clear your mind, and sitting across from you at the kitchen table and watching you as you sip at the drink, ready to talk whenever you want. His affection is quiet in those moments, but you welcome it as much as you do his grand gestures of love—he always brings each type of support out at just the right moment and you find it hilarious that he had ever thought that you could hate him (you could never, not when he was like this).

Kenma Kozume

The fact that the first impression he had of you was that you weren’t in-his-face hyper was jarring enough—he was used to his teammates and their high energy shenanigans, so you were an anomaly in his eyes.

He wouldn’t exactly make a first move, or at least not for a while, but in class when he’s bored, head in his palm, elbow on the table, and drumming his pen against his desk absentmindedly, he would watch you out of the corner of his eye.

You confused him. You had tons of friends, Kenma knew that much about you, and he always overheard people talking about how much fun you were to talk to, yet here he saw none of that rumored playfulness. You were stone-faced as the teacher droned on, rigid in your movements as you copied down the notes from the board robotically.

Watching you write reminded him that he should probably do the same, but even as he went back to trying to focus on that day’s lesson and stared down at his notebook, you stayed on his mind.

He knew that not everyone always outwardly showed their entire personalities, but he had been watching you for what felt like forever and you never so much as cracked a smile. Surely that was unusual?

Kenma found himself itching to just walk up to you and say something—he hated not being in the know and… you seemed approachable enough. Even when he came to the conclusion to stir up a casual conversation with you to finally put his mind at rest, he was still surprised with himself when he actually did it.

He was even more surprised when you instantly brightened up when he talked to you, polite in your responses, yet not stiflingly so, the conversation flowing easily as you two jumped from one topic to another—he wasn’t even exactly sure what you two discussed, just that the words kept flowing out of him as he followed your lead, and for some reason he didn’t want it to end.

He’s not sure how it happened, but that one time conversation soon turned into multiple conversations and he found himself getting strangely attached to you, your excitable personality growing on him as time passed.

Kenma found it endearing how you could be upbeat and ready for an adventure most of the time, but that those times when you simply got tired or weren’t in the mood, you were the complete opposite, either wanting to talk to no one, or claiming that you wanted to talk to no one and secretly actually wanting someone to let you rest your head on their shoulder and just hold you (that’s what he was there for).

If he can tell you’re not in the mood to socialize, he won’t force you to do anything or talk about it if you don’t want to. He’s good at picking up the little cues you put out and you love him all the more for it.

Kenma knows what it feels like to just want some alone time, so it’s common for you two to just hang on in one of your bedrooms on weekends, each of you doing your own thing and not bothering one another. Sometimes one of you will just get up and move closer to the other person, cuddling up under their arm, and no words will be exchanged the entire time. (If you’re sitting between his legs while he plays a video game, he likes to lean down and give you a quick kiss on the forehead whenever he feels like it—come on, you’re right there, how could he possibly resist?)

Nishinoya Yuu

He’s used to Kiyoko outright ignoring him, and even any harsh words from her have him running to go tell Tanaka the “good news” about their latest interaction, so he wouldn’t be put off by your seemingly cold demeanor at all. In fact, he may be even more intrigued. He likes the chase after all.

You were sitting in class one day during a break, spacing off and simply watching your other classmates mingle around the room, and Nishinoya saw this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you, bounding over to you with a spring in his step.

He leaned down close to you, a mischievous smirk matching the playful lilt in his voice. “Hey, (Y/N)-”

He stopped short though when you turned to him smiling and returned the greeting without missing a beat. Wait, what?

In class you always looked bored out of your mind, or just plain angry to be here, unamused look in your eyes and the corners of your mouth downturned. He hadn’t seen you out of the classroom that much, or if he had, you had never been with your friends (so he had missed all the times when you joked around with them), either standing in the hallway alone waiting for someone and on your phone, or walking out of the school after class to head home and looking like you would absolutely fight anyone who prevented you from doing so. Even during group work in class, you were closed off—you had spoken the bare minimum during the majority of that one time that he had been paired up with you.

But now? You were a literal ray of sunshine. Nishinoya blinked at the sight, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights—and then a giant grin spread across his face. He liked this.

His constant high energy is a great contrast to your sometimes “just done with everything” appearance (also school was absolutely tiring, so it was more likely to catch you in one of your sleepy, unenthusiastic phases than not during particularly high stress weeks).

He’s amazing at dealing with the times you just don’t want to interact with anyone besides him, never forcing you to speak if you’re tired and instead filling up the empty space in the air with his own words while you lean against his chest, you two on his couch and watching a movie during the weekend.

He thinks you’re absolutely badass and the fact that people are easily intimidated by you at first glance is just awesome to him like yes! That’s his baby right there! You should be scared! (But then, of course, people come to realize you’re actually a giant teddy bear inside.) He may or may not ask you to give Asahi some confidence pointers because you both can give off the same energy at times.

Even when you’re in a bad mood, Nishinoya is as vibrant as ever and has an infinite amount of energy and love to devote to you. Sit down with him and just vent all of your frustrations and he’ll make you feel better about everything, hyping you up if you display any sort of worries, and actually racking his brain for solutions to your problems if you ask for his opinion on what you should do (it’s adorable when he sits there with his thinking face on, going full on serious boyfriend mode).

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mossharpy · 4 years ago

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Do u know any TOH fics where it focuses on human culture/Luz being different? I can't find any :(

i've got two! but then this prompt took me by the hands and i ended up writing my own little drabble.

from ao3:

crossing paths by Vikingfangirl23 | 2991 Words | One-Shot | Summary: Luz deals with bullies, Owlbert's been following her longer than she realizes.

It's Just Hair by foolish_snail | 1889 Words | One-Shot | Summary: Luz is tired of getting bullied for her hair. May as well do something about it.

from me (under read more):

Willow and Gus were avoiding her. It was frustrating; all day they’d been skirting around her questions and attempts to confront them about their unusually skittish behavior. They told each other everything—why was this time different? Luz had briefly worried she’d done something to upset Willow, who tended to still be sore about how much time she was spending with Amity.

Luz understood where the witch was coming from, she’d be upset if her best friend started dating her ex-bully too. But, if that was the case, why was Gus avoiding her? Gus was brutally honest about his feelings; he wore his heart on his sleeve. Willow was more closed off, but Gus was always willing to play middleman if a miscommunication occurred. Even worse, when she’d asked them about wanting to sit together at lunch, the two came up with some on-the-spot excuse about having detention. Luz loved her friends, but they were terrible liars.

But she didn’t push. Luz let them go.

The human poked her PB&J, sighing. She didn’t like being ignored.

Fridays were usually her favorite day of the week. She loved Hexside—don’t get her wrong—more than she’d ever loved school, but on Fridays, as soon as school let out, Willow and Gus would follow her back to the Owl House. There, they’d begin their usual ritual of eating far too much junk food and watching crappy Boiling Isles reality TV. It was fun, it was their chance to put aside all their worries, about school, about magic, about getting home, and let loose.

Their distance made Luz think her friends weren’t willing to hang out that night.

A plastic tray gently found a place next to her, and Luz let her eyes wander upward to land on the face of her girlfriend. She smiled, worries abandoned, and focus turned toward Amity, who nervously pulled a string of lavender hair from her face, a pale blush creeping over her nose and tinging her face.

“Are Willow and Gus joining us?” She spoke formally, a trait the witch often defaulted to when trying to hide how flustered she was.

The question made Luz frown, and she let her head fall against the lunch table. “They’ve got better things to do.”

Amity nodded, taking Luz’s hand under the table, and hesitantly letting their fingers intertwine. “I guess they would be busy, what, with the party, they’re planning and all.”

“…Party?”

The purple-haired witch made a small face, “You didn’t know? Gus has been talking my ear off all day about it.” She conjured her scroll to show her girlfriend, gesturing to the dozens of unread penstagram messages she’d likely chosen to ignore.

“The two of them have been insufferable today, how am I supposed to know the difference between Pep Ph.D. and Dr Fizz? And what in Titan’s name is a clown.” She threw up her hands, irritated, before resigning to letting them sit crossed over her chest.

Luz shrugged, still staring at the number of messages, “Pep tastes kinda like barbecue sauce if it was carbonated, Dr Fizz is sweeter, bubblier, and by far the better soda. And clowns are a staple of every good party.”

Amity looked slightly baffled, like she wasn’t expecting Luz to have an opinion either, then gently took her scroll back to rapidly text a message to Gus.

“…What’s the party for?” The words came out muffled, and slightly anxious. She wanted to help, she was a great party planner—Willow knew that, Gus knew that, why were they leaving her out?

“Oh,” Amity was stilly texting, “I think Gus’s birthday is coming up.”

“WHAT?” Luz slammed her hands on the cafeteria table, startling Amity and bringing the attention of the rest of the lunchroom to both of them, various Hexside students glaring or staring, judgingly.

Amity gently brought her hands to Luz’s shoulders, pulling the human back into her seat and nervously laughing. Said human leaned in, close, raising a hand to her mouth to whisper.

“What do you mean Gus’s birthday is coming up?” She was his friend; she should be an expert in these kinds of things! No wonder he and Willow had been avoiding her, they probably didn’t want to break the news to her that she had forgotten one of her best friends’ birthday.

“The party is this weekend,” Amity supplied, mimicking her girlfriend’s hushed tone. “They’ve been sending out invitations on penstagram all day.”

She turned her scroll toward Luz again, this time, a fun-looking, brightly colored invitation with a doodle drawing of Gus throwing confetti, sprawled across her penstagram dashboard. The specific details were cut out, but she could see that Amity was right—the party was this Saturday.

A small knot formed in Luz’s stomach. She couldn’t get a scroll—they were too intertwined with witch magic, and without a bile sack, it was hard to get one. Normally, if she really wanted to see what was going on, she’d ask Eda to borrow hers, but she didn’t have one of her own. Gus knew that, so did Willow. Did they not want her there? Why wouldn’t they give out invitations in person? Why were they hiding this from her?

She slumped onto the table, burying her face in her arms.

“I guess, well—” Amity faltered, catching up on her girlfriend’s sudden deflation, “It is his thirteenth birthday.”

Luz cringed.

“No, no,” Her girlfriend continued, “It’s his thirteenth birthday, Luz.”

She stared, blankly. “I don’t get what you mean. Why are you saying ‘thirteenth’ like that?”

“Oh shoot,” Amity face-palmed, a pointed ear twitching, “Of course you wouldn’t have the thirteenth, I forget how fragile humans are.”

“Hey,” Luz dragged out the word, scowling, “We’re not fragile, we’re just not meant to digest fairies or survive boiling water.”

Her girlfriend snickered, “Like I said, fragile. Anyways, when a witch turns thirteen, you have to go through some… trials.”

“I like trials,” Luz mumbled.

Amity smiled, fondly, then grimaced, “They’re not fun trials, Luz. A witch’s thirteenth birthday is said to be cursed; you have to spend the day with bad luck, and if you manage to survive, at the end of the day you can throw a party, celebrating your ability to wield magic and become a real witch. It’s a rite of passage.”

She ‘oohed’, “That sounds cool. Why wouldn’t Gus tell me about it?”

The purple-haired girl made a face, “I’m not sure. You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, even if you are… squishy. I’m confident in your ability to survive the death threats of a thirteenth.”

Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, Luz grumbled. “Thank you.”

She moped the rest of the school day.

When her final class came, and the last bell screamed, Luz sulked, taking her time to put away her spell books and potions, slowly zipping her bag and slowly tucking away her pencils. She wasn’t looking forward to walking home alone.

Her feet felt heavy, footsteps echoing down the bustling hallway as other students excitedly talked about their weekend plans. She tried to ignore every whisper of ‘party’, flipping her cowl up to hide her face. Normally, Luz didn’t mind people staring. At home, she got enough of it already, but in the Boiling Isles being the only human made her feel… important.

She didn’t feel important right now.

Her hand gently pushed the front door of the school open, light momentarily blinding her as her eyes got adjusted to the outdoors.

“Luz!” An excited voice called her name, forcing her head to instinctively turn toward the offending noise.

Suddenly, two bodies were tackling her, and Luz found herself toppling to the ground.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” A very frantic Gus clambered from their pile of entangled limbs, pushing himself and Willow off of Luz.

“Wha—Gus? Willow? What are you guys doing here?” She blinked a few times, rubbing at the arm she had stupidly hit on the stone ground. Dumb human arms, always getting injured. “I thought you would’ve been getting ready for the party.”

They both cringed.

“Oh… you found out about that?” Willow fiddled with the hem of her skirt, looking away from the human’s face.

Luz felt her face get hot. She was not going to cry about this. Absolutely not. “Of course, I found out! What I wanna know is why my two best friends decided I’m not cool enough to go to their really scary thirteenth birthday party? I know Gus has to go through dangerous trials, and like, prove himself and whatever, but I’m tough! I can take it.”

Gus looked between her and Willow, as if debating whether he should say something. A beat of silence passed.

“Of course, I want you at my party,” the younger witch finally spoke, “actually, that’s what we were coming to talk to you about—”

He scratched the back of his neck, pausing briefly.

“Eda told us that humans don’t have bad luck rituals on their thirteenth birthday, so we—well—we may have—”

“It’s a double party!” Willow interrupted, face quickly turning bright pink. “Sorry, sorry! I’ve been dying of anticipation all day.”

She pulled a rolled-up parchment from her bag, unfurling it to show Luz an edited version of Gus’s party invitation. This one included a small doodle of Luz as well as Gus, both donning matching party hats and throwing confetti. At the bottom, the date and time were clearly listed.

Saturday, 9:00pm, The Owl House.

Luz’s eyes widened, a large grin forming on her face.

“You guys!” She d’awwed, pulling them into a group hug.

“We didn’t want you to miss out, and Eda said you’d be able to handle all the bad luck just fine, and King’s okay with it as long as we bubble-wrap you, and we didn’t want to miss your birthday in case you had to go home before we can celebrate—” Gus cut his own rambling off, taking a breath.

“We got a clown!” Willow laughed, excitedly clapping.

Gus nodded enthusiastically, repeating her, “We got a clown!”

“Is this why you were texting Amity all those weird questions?”

Her friends both gasped, Gus especially offended, “I wanted to be as accurate as possible, the party is human-themed after all. Amity wasn’t supposed to tell you about it! That’s the point of a surprise party.”

“Eda was setting up pre-birthday decorations at the Owl House for tonight’s sleepover.” Willow added.

“Sleepover?” Luz repeated, awestruck. “Oh, my Azura, you guys are the best.”

The three kids hugged again, laughing about their birthday schemes. Human or not, Luz should’ve known better than to think her best friends would exclude her like that.

This was going to be the best Friday ever.

#long post #ask ask #writing bits #talking bits #writing recs #ao3 #toh fanfic #toh writing #toh luz #toh oneshot #the owl house #my bad if this is a mess it's not beta read and i wrote it in like. an hour #jhkjhkj enjoy!#misunderstanding trope my beloved #dirts and drabbles

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momoshin · 4 years ago

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Ryujin fluffy alphebet a-z 🥺🥺

A = Activities (What do they like to do with you? How do you spend your free time together?)

PICNICS! making your own food (or buying it sometimes) and setting a blanket in the middle of a nice park where kids and dogs could be easily spotted. she’ll ask you to read poetry to her, play her guitar for you, you’ll sing together, just two fools in love. also, scrapbooking! it’s something you both discovered you liked doing together very early on in your relationship.

B = Beauty (What do they admire about you? What do they think is your most beautiful feature?)

loves your lips, eyes and waist. she loves kissing you, but just looking at your lips makes her heart race, same with your eyes, she could keep eye contact with you forever, she just loves everything about them. and your waist is her hand’s favorite place, whether you’re sitting or standing, one if not both of her hands will always be on your waist.

C = Comfort (How would they help you when you feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

ryujin won’t bother to pull you aside, she doesn’t care if there’s anyone around, she will stop what she’s doing once she sees any signs of you struggling and asks if you need a breather or if she can help in any way, if you say no, she will stay by your side and let her hands run up and down your back to help you calm down, will hug you if you let her and tuck her chin on top of your head while humming melodies to you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

she’s so selfless, even with dates she’s always making sure you’re comfortable with wherever and whatever you’re doing, hands always entangled and she’s always willing to pay for whatever you want

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

dominant for sure, whether it’d be in bed or not

F = Fights (Would they forgive you easily? What are they like while fighting with you?)

she would hate fighting, the possibility of upsetting you to the point where you’d rather sleep on the couch than with her terrifies her, and as soon as you grab your pillow and a blanket, she grabs your wrist and tries to convince you to stay with her, puppy eyes full of apologies that her words couldnt quite express

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what you are doing for them?)

SO grateful, ryujin is generally grateful for her life, where she is and such, but she always thanks you for doing small things for her, making her breakfast, anything really.

H = Hugs (What is their favorite way to hug and cuddle you?)

she personally loves when you casually come up to her and without interrupting her conversation, press up against her and wrap her arms around your shoulders yourself.

I = Inspiration (Did you change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

ryujin definitely holds less grudges ever since she met you, she doesn’t feel the need to see the people who have made her suffer, suffer, she doesn’t feel the need to prove herself to anyone, doesn’t listen to mean comments or people who just want to bring her down.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

mm depends ? she trusts you more than anyone, and she trusts both your friends, so when she gets jealous its more of a “why the fuck is that guy looking at my girlfriend like he wants to eat her” kind of thing, it usually involves someone she’s never seen before, and it leads to her walking over to the two of you and not so subtly placing a hand on your waist, calling you all sorts of nicknames while glaring at them

K = Kisses (Who initiated the first kiss? What kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

she initiated the first kiss! she’ll peck your lips so many times in the day but as soon as she has the chance she will pull you to the side and get her well earned dose of kisses. her kisses usually range from short, repeated pecks, they are goofy at times, sensual even, and she finds herself biting your lip gently every once in a while

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to you?)

in bed, the two of you looking at each other silently and then she just says all these things that sounds like she’s proposing because it’s so detailed and you can tell she loves you so much it’s quite inevitable for you to cry or get teary eyed as she talks about everything she loves about how and how good you make her feel

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would your marriage be like?)

Yes but not yet, she would probably propose at a meaningful place for your relationship, and i have this vivid image of her wearing a bodysuit like the one for the gda’s last year for her wedding, she’d let you make the important decisions but would be completely involved whenever you asked for her opinion and would try to help as much as she could so it didn’t all pile up for you.

as for marriage, i think the dynamic would fit you both perfectly, the shiny bands on your hands, loves the way ‘my wife’ slips off her tongue as she introduces you to someone, or whenever someone asks you about each other and uses the ‘your wife’ it just gives you both butterflies all over again.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you?)

baby, angel, my love, short versions of your name sometimes!

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

everyone can notice, it’s like an aura she carries around and she’s instantly bubblier, in situations that maybe would’ve gotten a rise out of her she’s more patient, she’ll be nicer to her members and such,, she makes sure to text you good morning and good night, throughout the day, that she misses you, that she loves you, sends you small details when she can’t make it to deliver them personally, just always reminding you of her appreciation, besides, she never shuts up about you, her members claim are sick and tired of hearing ‘y/n this, y/n that’ but in reality, they love seeing ryujin so happy and loved.

P = Parent (What kind of parent would they be?)

idk if i can see ryujin with kids, but in the chance you do have any, she would be such a cool mom, taking them to her studio just so they could hop around to music while she choreographed something, maybe she has a room for them to play and nap if necessary too, and if you have a boy, she would be his hero literally, he’ll always want to be like her and copy her every move.

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship or a cute quirk they have that many don’t know about)

she’s such a good cuddler/can make people fall asleep so easily, the way she expertly runs her hands through your hair or back lulls you into a deep slumber almost instantly, the kisses she presses on your nose and forehead only helping the matter

R = Romantic (How romantic are they? What would they do to make you happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

ryujin is so romantic in general, she just loves to express how much she loves you and cares for you in more ways than just saying it. and the long-lasting smile on your lips when she susprises you is so worth it too, it can range from bringing home a dish of chocolate covered strawberries to setting up a bath with rose petals and candles, to just taking a drive around the city to a pretty place she heard about, talking softly about everything and nothing

S = Secrets (Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

you pretty much share anything, honesty is very important for her and your relationship. plus she enjoys telling you even about the smallest details of her day

T = Thrill (Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

she doesn’t need to, ryujin is perfectly happy with your dynamic and so are you, but whenever the topic comes up she’s not opposed!

U = Unbearable (What habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)

EATING IN BED. i know y’all have seen that livestream of her eating tangerines in bed, sticky, juicy tangerines. so whenever she brings a snack or anything to eat to bed she’s expecting your side eye to what she responds promising to not make a mess and to clean it if she does.

and her, she hates your incredibly weird eating combinations, the fact that you will offer some to her to try too, she finds herself gagging just at the sight or smell and threatening to break up with you for laughing.

V = Videos (Do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

of course she does, like i said, the two of you enjoy scrapbooking, that means making your own scrapbook with your own photos taken by each other or strangers you asked on the street, writing down funny highlights of your dates to remember whenever you go through it. also, she has you as her background, it’s a funny yet endearing sight to see her flaunting the front of her phone to everyone so they would catch a glimpse of you as her wallpaper.

W = Wedding (What is your wedding like?)

so much fun, lots of dancing, kissing, and teasing, specially when it’s time to take your garter off ;)). but the most endearing moment is cutting the cake, it’s funny, nerve-wracking because everyone is looking at you, yet a beautiful memory you’ll hold on to forever as long as the photos capturing the moment.

X = eXtra (What is an interesting fact about them that they’ve only told you?)

maybe that she wants to have a farm at some point in her life

Y = Yearning (How do they cope when they’re missing you?)

she’ll call you, of course, talk to you, but ever since you made her a playlist, songs that reminded you of her, of the two of you, whenever she’s missing you she will listen to it, even if she knows the song letter by letter she will listen to all of them until the pain in her chest dissolves into something lighter. even when she’s sad and with you, she’ll play the songs and lay in your arms, sometimes crying with the soft murmur of your singing in her ear.

Z = ZZZ (What is it like sleeping with them? Do they like to cuddle or do they need space?)

i don’t think she moves at all lmao, like you will find every hair and muscle just the way you last saw it before closing your eyes, most of the time she likes cuddling, i feel like she is a bigger spoon type of person, but she will hide her face in your chest every once in a while to be able to go to sleep.

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pillowfluffs · 5 years ago

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Pregnancy | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy, domestic!

Author’s Note: v long! Also, thank you @dreamyclown aka @sunboikyo00 for helping me write this ah ha ha

Warnings: pregnancy! Child birth!

This was it

You were going to be a mother with the man you loved and married, Jung Jaehyun

It all felt so exciting and you felt closer than ever to him knowing you were going to be bringing a life into this world as a symbol of your and Jaehyun’s love

It made you really nervous thinking about starting a family, but there was nothing to big or small he wasn’t able to soothe or help walk you through

God he loved you so much

You two were entering a new chapter in your lives and it was going to be nine to ten months long

And he told you he was going to be by your side the best he could

A bit after you two had spent a long night together, making sweet love, you waited to see if your period would appear or not

To your avail, it didn’t but to be extra sure, you went to the doctors a little more than a week after your period was supposed to end

He knew you would be going to the doctor’s at one point instead of using a pregnancy test and he hoped to go with you, but you wanted it to be a surprise. But you didn’t tell him you were going, only telling him you were running errands while he was at work

Soon, you were happily able to leave the doctor’s office with confirmation of your successful pregnancy and now you could surprise Jaehyun

To start, you prepared dinner with his favorite foods but only a few dishes so it wasn’t obvious that you had good news

You went to the grocery store to pick up a few crabs so you could make crab meat fried rice, one of his favorite dishes as well as the things you needed to prepare takoyaki

When he came home was a challenge for you since you couldn’t contain your excitement to see how he would react

Jaehyun had asked you about having kids before and he expressed how he would love to start a family one day with you

There was no one else he could ask for in life and no one else he would start a family with

You welcomed him home with your usual voice, restricting yourself from throwing your arms around him

He came from behind while you were cooking one of the few last dishes, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you cooked, complimenting how delicious everything looked

With that said, he took a shower as you finished the final meals so when he came down, he had his feast awaiting for him

It was so hard to keep it in and you so desperately had to tell someone so you messaged your best friend about news you had. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you texted, you didn’t even notice Jaehyun as he leaned in the entranceway of the kitchen

When you looked up, he was already looking at you, admiring your smile, the one he fell in love with many moons ago and he still loved every time he saw it

“What is it?” He asked with his dimple on his cheek as he sat across from you in the kitchen

“Uh, I’ll tell you about it later,” you composed yourself as the two of you began to eat. “How was work?” You changed the subject

“It was pretty okay. Pretty normal as usual. How was your day? Did you finish your errands?” He asked as he shoved one of your mouth watering takoyaki into his mouth, savoring the flavors you were able to create while cooking

“I finished my errands,” you smiled, bubblier and a smile never leaving your face which made Jaehyun suspect something was up but he didn’t know what

He listened intently while the two of you spoke about your days and just talking about things in general and the thought of something being up with you soon drifted out of his mind, getting lost in the sound of your voice and words

After dinner, the two of you did the dishes together, settling into the living room to relax for the rest of the night

“Hey, Jae,” you peered to him as he relaxed against the back of the couch, turning his eyes down to you

He had his arm around your shoulder as you leaned onto his body, your head on his shoulder, your hands holding his

“Hm?”

“I love you,” your heart racing and your entire being, elated

And there it was again, his sweet dimple on his cheek as he smiled as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“I love you too,” he mumbled with his lips to your skin, his arm rubbing your shoulder, giving you a brief squeeze

“I’ll be right back,” you said as you stood from your comfy spot to which he nodded and latched his eyes to the screen

You went upstairs to the bedroom and pulled out the little gift you picked up from a store after your errands and brought the wrapped gift back down to him

Sitting beside him, he saw the simple, well wrapped gift, curious what it was and what was happening

“For you,” you said, simply handing the gift in his lap. He sat straighter, confused as what this could be. It wasn’t his birthday nor was it your anniversary anytime soon since it had passed last month

“What is it?” He asked holding the strange object in his lap

“Just open it,” you smiled. He did as you were told and unwrapped the wrapping paper, revealing the cover to his favorite childhood story. He had told you once about how he wished to find a copy but it unfortunately was hard to find and expensive for one to be in good condition

“Oh my god, where did you find this?” He asked as he looked at the front and back, his mind not believing he was finally seeing this book again after so many years and in decent condition too

his childhood memories of his father or mother reading this to him flooding his mind, nostalgia filling him

“I have my ways, but there’s one more thing. Open the cover,” you said as you but your lip, unable to contain anything, feeling your heart pounding in your chest

He flipped open the front cover finding your handwriting on a note you had attacked to the slightly worn cover

“To Jae. You can reminisce in your childhood and read this to our...” his voice died off as he read the remaining in his mind, unable to process, looking up to you with his eyes wide, his hand covering his mouth

“Read it!” Your eyes sparkled

“To our future child,” his voice shook as it felt like his world was suddenly stopping and suddenly accelerating

“Are you serious?” His heart beginning to race faster in his chest, the tiredness he felt from work suddenly gone

“Yes,” you nodded, finally letting all the happiness out. Jaehyun suddenly went stiff from his spot, and took you into his arms when you stood as well. He took you into his embrace and spun you around the spacious living room, his thoughts so sporadic, he was unable to formulate any sentences

“When did you find out?” He asked as he held your hands, finally able to speak properly with his eyes watering, his hand shaking just the slightest bit from all the exhilaration he was feeling in his body

“Today,” you laughed as you reached your thumb up to wipe a tear that escaped from his eyes. “I went to the doctors to check on my errand trip.”

The night was spent in high spirits. Jaehyun let his emotions show as he held you closely all night, pressing kisses to you every now and then

On his day off on Thursday, two days since you had told him you were pregnant, he took you to your parents’ place and then his own, spreading the joyous news. Both parents were ecstatic and overjoyed, finally knowing they’ll have a grandchild. the day filled with being smothered in kisses and hugs, delicious foods, and love

Throughout the day, Jaehyun’s hand found yours, holding it dearly beneath the table, while he drove and he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Your family was growing, starting in your belly and his dream was now beginning to come true

You began to feel more tired and nauseous at night than usual and feeling more bloated as weeks went by, especially after eating any meal even though you still looked the same physically

Some mornings, however, you woke with morning sickness making you stumble out of bed to the bathroom. A few mornings, however, were very bad

Jaehyun did his best when he could if he hadn’t left for work yet. He got out of bed and squatted down behind you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back knowing this was the process you would be having to go through throughout childbirth but that process would be changing through the months to come

But it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

He brought home snacks you liked hoping it would lift your mood, which it did, distracting you from the sickness you were feeling. holding you close when the two of you slept with his hands resting on your stomach as usual

He began to come home a bit earlier from work so the two of you could make dinner so it wasn’t just you. He took the doctor’s words seriously and he really hoped nothing would happen to you or the baby

His love for you was amplified. He wished he could stay home with you and just spend time with you with nothing to worry about or nothing on his mind but you, but work was a must

If he worked hard now, this meant in the future things would be easier financially and life would just be simpler

Some nights when he came home early enough and dinner wasn’t too long, the two of you went out on walks under the sky as it changed colors right above your heads

He took pictures of you when you weren’t looking, keeping the memories to see you before your bump was to show

But most of the nights, he came home late

He worked longer and ahead, sure to call you when he could and let you know if he wouldn’t make it for dinner

Exhaustion began to take its toll on Jaehyun as well, going to sleep earlier, waking up but a bit earlier so he could maximize how much work he was getting done throughout the day

Mornings, he left before the sun was peeking over the horizon to avoid traffic and anything that could slow him down

So far since you found out when you were pregnant, the two of you made a trip to the doctors to check on the growth of the baby, which went by smoothly with nothing wrong so far but the doctor warned to not tire yourself too much

Now that you were within your fifth to sixth week, it was time for your first ultrasound even though you hadn’t even begun showing yet but it was scheduled by your doctor

You were laid on the cool leathery chair, leaned back at an angle with Jaehyun sitting beside you, the two of you talking about random things, how you were feeling. His hand never left yours

Everything went smoothly and the two of you finally got to see your baby in you even though it was the size of a bean

Weeks began to fly by as if they were nothing. Your symptoms were normal, you began to sleep more, eating smaller meals but more frequently since it felt like there was a hunger that was never going away

One morning, as you looked in the mirror, you stood in front of the mirror, looking at your stomach. You saw a tiny noticeable difference in the size of your stomach but you couldn’t tell if it was from weight gain or if you were finally beginning to show

But it was also roughly around your 16th week so there was a possibility

“Breakfast is ready,” Jaehyun peeked his head into the bathroom as you stood facing him, looking at your side in the mirror. “Is something wrong?” He asked stepping in, trying to read your face as you held your stomach

“No, I was just looking at myself,” you said, eyes still on your stomach

“You look beautiful,” he said as he stood behind you, now looking at you through the mirror. “My lovely wife,” his voice deep and rich in your ears with the faintest smell of coffee in his breath

“I mean,” you smiled. “I don’t know If this little bump is me staring to show or if it’s just the weight I gained from eating,” you said as you placed your hands on your stomach

“I guess we’ll find out in few time,” he said, his lips ghosting over your skin as the sun shined warmly through the skylight of the bathroom

But as jaehyun said, as time passed, you got your answer- you really began to show. You could see the faintest of marks appearing at the bottom of your stomach as your bump grew

During dinner, whenever you found yourself focusing on something whether it be reading or watching something, you found your hand on your own stomach though it wasn’t too big of a bump

Around your eighteenth week, you went back to the doctors with Jaehyun for your checkup, the first one before you would be returning back next month

The doctor spread the lubricant on your stomach before bringing the ultrasound transducer to your stomach and there it was

Your child was already about five inches long in your tummy

“Would you like to know the gender of your baby?” The doctor asked

“You can already tell?” You asked, surprised since the abby was only so small in your tummy

“Yep, and if you see here,” she pointed to something you couldn’t make out since it was a strange shape. “These are its ears so at this point, if you would like, you could talk to it. By doing so, they will help your newborn feel comforted and recognize your voice after delivery.”

“Oh, wow,” you said. You had heard of this before from your mother. She told you to talk to the baby as soon as you could but you honestly never thought it would work

Especially since the baby was inside of you

“So would you like the gender?” The doctor asked once again, making the two of you look at each other but you two had already discussed this

“Could we get it in an envelope?”

The two of you left together with an envelope that had the gender of your unborn child that was to be given to your best friend for they were to set up a gender reveal party

Your families were all eager to find out the gender themselves as soon as you guys found out so they could prepare their gifts and welcome the newest member of the family

After dropping off the invitation, the three of you sat down and planned to all meet two weeks from now on Sunday. He gathering was close friends and family and a barbecue dinner for the main event

For the rest of the time and week, Jaehyun spent all his time with you, taking a few days off to spend some time with you

He brought you to a park for a picnic, making the two of you feel like you two were sweethearts still dating

He packed delicious meals he prepared without your knowing and brought you to one of the first places he took you after the two of you got together

He brought you to the park where he fell in love with who you were, where he fell in love with your soul and how easy you made it feel like he was floating on clouds being with you

His mind strayed to you, the way your eyes looked into his, how soft some of your features were, how strong others were. He wanted to see them again, to see you again

He wanted to feel the fresh air in his lungs when you were in his arms, how steady you could calm the storms of his life

Laid in his arms as the two of you looked up to the vast blue sky, a comfy silence fell upon the two of you

A breeze blew by, blowing through the branches of the trees, shaking their branches. All you could feel was Jaehyun and his fingers dancing along your skin

“Why do you want a daughter?” You asked. The two of you wandered about the topic about genders briefly but it soon strayed to other topics like how to decorate the nursery and items the two of you needed to shop for soon

“‘Cause, she’ll hopefully get her lovely mother’s features and personality,” he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And then I would have my girl and my little girl,” he voice fruity in your ear

Jaehyun’s list of reasons were endless. He hoped the baby would be like you and he could smother it with all his love he felt for you and hopefully her

“How about you? Why do you want a son?” He asked, nudging your shoulder with the hand he wrapped around your shoulders

“Like your reasons, I hope he’d have your dimples,” you smiled lovingly into his gaze as you reached up and poked his dimple. “And he’d have your soft locks. And also like you said, I would have my boys.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead

But all in all, the two of you didn’t care what gender the baby would come out as. It was the fact that you two were bringing a new life into this world that was your biggest care

For the rest of this day, the two of you did whatever you two wished, going with the flow of life and then came to bed after a calm day together

Jaehyun reminisced in his feelings for you, remembering how he fell for you, why he fell for you, and everything in between and beyond as if it was yesterday

With the moon high in the sky, you lay awake on your side waiting for your usual sleep to overcome you, your mind calm, mind pleasantly filled with thoughts about the future. Jaehyun’s hand was draped loosely over your waist as he slept fast asleep

But then you felt it

“Oh my god,” you instantly sat up, suddenly wide awake with your hand over your stomach

“What, what is it?” Jaehyun suddenly woke from his sleep at your exclamation, worried you were hurt or something happened. “Are you hurt?’

“No, I’m sorry,” you said with a smile on your face with no signs of hurt or worry. “I just felt the baby move, Jae,” you said, unable to contain the smile on your face despite it being nearly pitch black in the bedroom

You covered your hand over his, bringing it over your small belly. The two of you sat still, waiting, hoping it would move again until it did, right under the palm of his hand

For the rest of the night, you slept with your face buried in his chest, legs tangled beneath the blanket, his soft breath on your head while yours tickled his chest

Over the next two weeks, it was finally time for the reveal. The house was filled with friends and family all congratulating you more, spreading hugs, making small talk

Everyone was having a good time while coming in and out of the house, enjoying food until it was finally time. Jaehyun and you gathered in front of everyone who were anticipating the great reveal. Your best friend handed the two of you a large black balloon that contained confetti that you finally reveal your gender

As everyone counted down, recording from all angles you could imagine, the two of you simultaneously popped the large balloon, with pink confetti showering down over the two of you

Everyone was overjoyed that a daughter was being brought into your family. Jaehyun was ecstatic as he enveloped you in his arms, spinning you in circles

You spoke softly to your tummy as if you were conversing with yourself but it was really to your soon to be daughter

Jaehyun adored it whenever he came home late, finding you laid in bed talking to your unborn daughter about anything- the day, the things you wanted to do, the trips you wanted to go on in the future, everything as a family

His heart swelled hearing how excited you were when you spoke in a hushed tone as if you were sharing a secret. He was determined to make these wishes come true no matter what- even if it meant working even longer and harder

Your second trimester rolled by, bump getting bigger but so did your cravings and your emotions felt like they were being amplified. Fortunately, your cravings weren’t for things too out of the ordinary- nothing gross

One night it was cheese pizza, another night it was pasta. Jaehyun and you switched back and forth around this time between buying delivery and also taking the time to make things

He was happy to comply with your needs with ease, not letting you worry too much about anything. He was patient through your mood swings, cravings, and also your urge to use the bathroom ever so frequently at night, shifting the bed whenever you got up and back in

But he knew it was only natural. It was all part in the process in having a baby

Your wardrobe began to change, wearing more of your baggier clothes as normal clothes but you knew soon that you would have to go shopping for maternity clothes

You made your trips to the doctor as usual every four weeks with Jaehyun, spending the time together more and more

At the end of your second trimester, your bump was significantly different compared to the beginning. To help with your emotions, you opted to wear Jaehyun’s oversized shirts which looked like a mini dress with your bump barely peeking

With your baby girl growing inside of you and your stomach growing even larger, Jaehyun’s hands always rested on your stomach whenever you two slept, his hand able to feel the subtle movements she made as the space in your womb got smaller while she grew bigger

She was almost here and it was affecting your body. Your back began to ache but this was only the beginning cause you knew the soreness you would feel in your third trimester would be on a completely different level

Jaehyun’s mother came to visit, spending time with you, taking care of you and cooking meals for you knowing you were home alone while Jaehyun diligently worked. She talked about how overjoyed she was about her granddaughter coming soon

You couldn’t wait either since it meant Jaehyun’ and your dream was that much closer to coming true

Whenever you were alone, you found yourself talking a lot easier to your future daughter about anything, humming to her, singing to her, tearing up as excitement welled up inside of you, excited to meet her

Stepping through the door, he was met with the dark house, assuming you were already asleep. He let out a sigh kicking off his shoes, finally being in the comfort of home and knowing he would soon be able to feel you by his side

As he went upstairs, he heard the faint sound of your voice coming from the new nursery you two, mostly he, were in the middle of renovating

Peeking his head around the corner, he looked through the open doorway finding you sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the white room beside a little bookshelf, the crib still in the unopened box

He leaned against the open door soundlessly as you were focused on reading the fairy tale picture book in your lap. It was when you got to the end did you finally notice him and a soft look on his features, the corners of his lips pulled upwards

You set the book back and rocked in the chair when you finished, reaching your hand out to him to which he happily took, kneeling down beside you

“You didn’t read her the book you got me?” He asked pressing a kiss to your knuckles, rubbing his thumb over your fingers

“I figured you would want to read it to her,” you said. “It was your childhood book, after all.”

“I can read it to the two of you,” he said as he stood, his hand still holding yours. “I’ll read it after I take a quick shower,” he said quietly, the house still as the night as he grabbed the book from the shelf and led you back to the bedroom

You laid comfortably in bed beside him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours along with the smell of his aftershave fresh in your nose. With the lights on the headboard behind you two being the only source of light in the room, you laid on your side hugging his arm, your leg tangled with his

You listened to the story as he read it, his voice low yet also filled with exhaustion. You began to notice the bags slowly forming under his eyes getting bigger, telling him to take things easier only for him to insist he was fine

You had only heard the story a few times growing up, faintly remembering it but you began to realize why he loved it so much. It reminded him of his childhood and it was able to make you feel as if you were a child once again. It was filled with magic and adventure though it was short and sweet

It was able to make any child have imaginative dreams, letting their mind wonder what happened beyond the end

He rubbed slow circles over your tummy, feeling the occasional movement of your daughter. As he read on, you could feel yourself getting sleepier listening to his voice, your imagination filled with various images and creatures you’ve never seen before

By the time he got to the end, he looked over to find you asleep against his shoulder. Setting the book down on the stand beside him, he pressed a kiss to your temple, joining you in sleep

Entering your third trimester, Jaehyun’s oversized shirts were unable to fit without it being too roomy. Your back began to ache more, your hormones crazier than when you were on your period, and your cravings a bit wackier

Walking through the mall hand in hand, you noticed eyes of strangers on you, mostly smiling while others just glanced which felt weird since you weren’t so used to such attention

After trying on multiple maternity clothes, you opted to simply buy oversized mens clothes instead which also meant for Jaehyun to buy some new things for himself as well

You found yourself out of breath faster, discomfort in your body as the baby moved about, walking a bit slower, using the bathroom a lot more but jaehyun didn’t mind too much

Every now and then, he paused from his walking or purposefully walked even slower to catch more pictures of you but he noticed another thing about you he absolutely adored: your pregnancy waddle

He couldn’t control the smile spreading on his face as he looked at you. It reminded him of when he was first falling for you- you made his head spin with how you were able to make him feel so bubbly inside

While at the grocery store, you picked out the things you wanted but like the mall, you noticed eyes on you, making you feel a little nervous as well as people moving out of the way so they don’t bump into you

You weren’t too shy but having all these eyes on you especially when you felt so big made you feel insecure. Your hand found the bottom of Jaehyun’s shirt and you held onto it, following him around the store like a child

You couldn’t wait to go home and just wear one of the new shirts you got

At night, you began to sleep with a pillow in between your legs but sleep also began to become a hassle as your daughter relentlessly kicked or elbowed, making you hiss in sharp pain

Instead of seeing the doctor every four weeks, you began to see the doctor every two weeks but Jaehyun was unable to accompany you to each one so your mother or his mother accompanied you instead

You weren’t going to lie. As you frequented the doctor more often without feelingJaehyun’s touch lingering on your body or hands as he sat beside you or as he left for work and stayed even longer, you grew lonely

You were only able to feel him at night at times where you were already fast asleep or when you woke up in pain, he would be fast asleep

Time felt like it wasn’t slowing down at all. You were already in your third trimester. Your daughter’s movements were occurring more frequently, pain in your abdomen pretty common now but this also made you emotional since you couldn’t do much except go through it all

The worst part was being alone

As low rumbles of thunder sounded outside your home, you laid in bed in the darkness buried beneath all the pillows and blankets

Your phone died long ago but you had no will to recharge it and no matter what you ate, your emotions got the best of you

When one tear fell, another one followed in suit and the cycle repeated until you were crying in bed, letting your thoughts getting the best of you

You knew it was pregnancy that made your body this big but you couldn’t help the feeling on insecurity flooding you from the inside out

The eyes on you whenever the two of you went on walks or out to run errands got to you. You didn’t like being watched but the thought of after giving birth scared you

What if you didn’t lose the weight you gained? What if you remained this big? What if this made Jaehyun lose his love for you?

“You’re not the same anymore… I can’t love you anymore…” You could hear his voice, hearing these words falling from his lips as he walks away from you, out of your life too easily

It made you whimper sadly into the sheets as rain bounced off the roof of the house

Then another horrible thought appeared in your mind

What if Jaehyun was getting tired of you? What if he was tired of working? What if he changed his mind about having a family with you and he thought it was all a mistake?

You never wanted to be a burden to anyone, especially to Jaehyun

It made you feel sick

You didn’t want to burden Jaehyun being pregnant which made him work even harder than he had to

Guilt flooded you as you thought back to how annoying you must’ve been to him these past months. How clingy you were, calling him when he was working so hard when he probably didn’t want to in the first place

But it was all the opposite. Jaehyun loved you unconditionally and there was nothing to change that

As he rushed home a bit earlier than he had to, he called and messaged your number repeatedly only for his calls to go straight to voicemail

Panic began to flood him

He felt disconnected and it didn’t sit well with him that he couldn’t reach you, especially when you were a couple of weeks away before your daughter was predicted to be born

His mind went to the worst case scenarios

What if she came earlier than expected? What if you were in pain and he couldn’t help you? What if something happened to you?

He couldn’t bear the thoughts and tried his best to suppress them as he drove through the storm

Your pillow had a wet spot from how many tears you shed, your sobs muffled into the pillow beneath the blanket, unable to contain anything anymore

He attempted to call you repeatedly throughout the entire trip back home, only for nothing to go through. Everything went straight to voicemail and the panic was intensifying

He rushed out of the car in the pouring rain as soon as he parked it outside the house, frantically getting his keys out and calling for your name

“Y/N? Are you here?” He called out, hearing nothing in the dark house

“Y/N?” He called louder as he rushed upstairs, skipping them

He opened the door with his heart beating rapidly in worry in his chest

His heart dropped and a chill ran down his spine hearing your cries from the bed

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby coming?” Concern was plastered all over his features as he removed the blanket to find you crying into your pillows

Seeing him, you tried to sat up as fast as you could, only for you to feel his grasp on your shoulders, slowing you down and also helping you up

“Are you okay?” He asked once more, trying to get through to you but all you could do was weep from all the emotions that was being released

“I’m sorry, Jae, please don’t leave me,” you sobbed into his shoulder, your voice cracking as you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your stomach and all in between

You didn’t even care or feel how cold his suit was from the downpour outside

“Y/N, wait. You need to tell me: Are you hurt? Is the baby coming?” He asked holding your shoulders

“No and the baby isn’t due yet,” your lip quivered as you spoke through the hard lump growing in your throat. You reached back for his form and he let you, taking you in his arms as well as relief washed over him like a cold bucket of water on a hot summer day

“Why are you crying?” He asked as he stroked your back. “And what do you mean leave you?”

“I’ve been annoying you so much lately with everything and you work so hard. You leave so early in the mornings and come home so late because of me and you always seem so tired. I’m sorry, Jae,” you bawled. “And I’m scared you won’t love me anymore if I don’t lose the weight I’ve gained. Please don’t leave,” you pleaded

A warmness spread in Jaehyun’s chest, a smile tickling his lips

“Silly~” he chimed. He held your face in his hands. Yours wrapped over his immediately, finding comfort in his hands as his thumbs brushed your tears away

“Don’t cry~” he cooed. “I’m working so hard for our family in the future, Y/N. You’re not forcing me to do anything and you’re not annoying me, okay?” He asked, his voice light and playful even

“And there’s nothing that could happen to your body that would change how I feel for you, alright?” He bent his head down meeting yours when they fell to your lap

“We got married and I vowed to be with you in sickness and in health, til death do we part, but even then, I’ll never leave you. You’re my best friend and wife, so don’t cry, it only makes me sad,” he gave you a kind smile

“Let’s take a bath, hm?” He asked. He was home early and he had the rest of the weekend off. He was going to smother you in his love so all your doubts and insecurities would feel like a distant memory

Dimming the lights, Jaehyun adjusted the water to the perfect temperature- not too cold but on the warm side. Bubbles covered the surface and he held your hand, careful as you sat in between his spread legs

He pulled you back into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder with his cheek squished a little on your head with his hands resting on your stomach. You covered his hands with your own, listening to the sound bouncing off the skylight

“You really won’t leave me?” You asked, still a bit emotional

“I couldn’t and wouldn’t even if I had to. You’re my other half, Y/N,” he pressed a long kiss to your temple

The two of you took this moment to forget about the world beyond the door: all there was in this time, in this world right now was the three of you and nothing could change that

Nothing could change the fact that you were Jaehyun’s world, his everything

In the later half of your trimester, Jaehyun took off from work on early maternity leave so he could take care of you, spending as much time as he could with you so you wouldn’t be alone, suffering through the pain your body was going through

The two of you went on small walks, cooked and made things together, watched movies

He insisted on taking pictures of you, the urge to capture you in the moment being irresistible. His photo gallery was filled with you and how ethereal you looked when the sun hit you through the bedroom window

His favorite was when he was able to capture the look on your face as you laughed holding your belly after he drew a smiley face on your tummy one night (with a vegan marker, safe for skin)

The two of you worked on the nursery, finishing it with the help of his father while your mother and you sat on the side, watching while upbeat music played softly from the side

Though you also felt heartburns every now and then, the usual hard jab of your daughter wiggling about inside of you, the urge to use the bathroom almost constant at this point

In your final weeks, headaches and backaches became the norm and you were ready for it to all be over as soon as she was born. Jaehyun massaged your scalp when he could which was quite often when you laid your head in his lap after dinner

Before he had his hand resting on your stomach but now it was almost always attached to your lower back as you waddled when you walked. He was cautious behind you when you walked up stairs and in front of you when you walked down, taking things slow

One night, laying in bed, you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen that started in your back, making you yelp

Jaehyun was quick to turn on the lights, asking if it was finally happening on instinct

It felt like something was tightening and slowly loosening up every now and then, making you unable to fall back asleep. You recalled what the doctor had said at your last visit of what would occur when you’re going to go into labor soon: contractions

You took deep breaths through it, sitting up on the edge of the bed, breathing through the things your body was going through

But it couldn’t have been time yet, so for now, you waited it out as Jaehyun sat beside you on the phone with a nurse at the hospital nearby

He began to time your contractions but so far, the only one that came was the initial one. It slowly felt like as your lower abdomen was relaxing, it was going away

To be safe and relax even more, the nurse suggested light exercise. You didn’t want to feel stuffed up in the house so the two of you went out on a walk

The night was cool and to be sure not to go too far, he slowly walked with you around the block, phone and car keys in hand, the hospital bag you were advised to pack already in the back seat

After a successful walk together in the cool night, Jaehyun and you returned home. You laid on your side after Jaehyun grabbed some of your pillows from upstairs as you slept on his lap

Throughout the night, Jaehyun slept lightly. His hand constantly massaged your scalp and played with your hair as you slept. In case anything were to happen, he would be ready

But as it got later and later, he eased into sleep when nothing seemed to be happening

The two of you slept in the living room, filling the spacious room with your slow deep breaths, his touch never leaving you

However, just as the sun was about to rise, the sharp pain returned, waking the two of you. The words from the nurse came back to Jaehyun’s mind as he timed between each one, holding your hand

You breathed deeper but the pain felt sharper this time and surely after one, another one came a couple of minutes later

He kept track of it, one after the other until it was a lot for you to take. It hurt a lot before the contraction relaxed back down, only to start again with the time in between each of them decreasing

He walked you to the car and strapped you in and drove off in the dark early morning, the roads still empty

He drove carefully with one hand while you gripped his other hand wearing nothing but your oversized shirt. You two were halfway there when you water broke

But you almost didn’t notice it over the pain of the contraction

Arriving at the hospital, Jaehyun ran in to call nurses and others who came out, carrying you out of the car and into a wheelchair

They hooked you up to things to check the baby’s heart rate and everything passed by in a blur. After checking, they confirmed that you were going into labor. They changed you into a hospital gown and you couldn’t remember much. All you could do was feel your contractions and the pain of them

Suddenly in a new moment, you did as the doctor instructed and pushed, your body being drained of your energy at a rapid pace, squeezing Jaehyun’s hand as he stood beside you, giving you words of encouragement to ignore your crushing grip

Your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, feeling so tired but everyone kept urging you. It was all so much all around you

“Just a little more, Y/N, you can do it,” Jaehyun’s voice was calm like the sun shining through a hurricane. “You’re almost there,” he encouraged, looking into your teary eyes. “She’s almost here.”

You mustered up all the energy you had left and pushed as hard as you could, not giving a care to the tears falling from your eyes, how you filled the room with the sound of your voice

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jung. It’s a baby girl,” the doctor announced to the two of you, holding her up as the nurses cut the umbilical cord and took her away

“You did it,” Jaehyun smiled, tears escaping his own eyes as he pressed a kiss to your temple

A different level of exhaustion took over you. You slept like a log as soon as you could, Jaehyun sat by your side the entire time with his hands holding yours, occasionally pressing a kiss to your knuckles

You woke to a strange sound from beside you, waking up to the dimmed lighting in the room, the sky painted various colors as the sun set beyond the horizon

Eyes still heavy and filled with sleep, you looked to your side to see Jaehyun cradling your newborn in his arms, his smile never leaving his lips as he looked down to her with such adoration in his eyes

“Is that her?” you broke the silence feeling tears well up in your eyes once again. Overfilled with joy, Jaehyun handed her to you gently, weeping himself, his heart swelled with the love he felt for the both of you

“She’s so precious,” he whispered, wiping his own tears away with the back of his hand

“She’s ours, Jae,” you looked up to him sobbing. You couldn’t control your cries, finally holding her after carrying her for nine months. She was finally here

“Hi, baby,” you cooed, your lips trembling as you spoke so quietly, feeling her chubby cheeks gently with your knuckle. “You’re so small, but we’re your parents,” your voice waved as you rested your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder

“You’ll be able to meet your grandparents soon, too,” Jaehyun added

“They’re coming?” You asked, looking up to him, your heart skipping a beat in excitement

“Of course, I called them while you were asleep to tell them. They should be here soon,” he said as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear

There was something different about Jaehyun’s eyes as he looked into yours. You couldn’t tell if it was because you were tired or not but you could feel the love radiating from his persona, oozing into the room

It felt like the first breath of air after being stuck inside for so long. It made everything feel light and nice when you felt quite the opposite laying in your hospital gown

It felt like he was on cloud nine

There were now two things Jaehyun loved unconditionally in this world and it was you and your daughter. His little family and nothing could change that. No amount of work he would have to do, no matter how much sleep he lost could change these feelings

He felt like he had found a complimentary puzzle piece when the two of you fell in love but now he truly understood what it meant to feel to have a complete picture now that he had the two of you

He couldn’t have asked for a better life than the one he was spending with you. Even in the next life, he wanted to always find you and be connected

“Thank you,” he spoke into your head. “For being the best dream that came true.”

~~~~~ Masterlist for more! Thank you for reading! Do not repost anywhere else!

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i-am-finally-clean-13 · 4 years ago

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Taylor Swift Songs by Hogwarts Houses

Many people in the younger generations describe their personalities based on their Hogwarts houses, so I thought it would be fun to divide @taylorswift's songs into Hogwarts houses. Based on my own determinations, I've decided that Taylor Swift's music primarily fits into Ravenclaw, with Slytherin as a very close second. So now, without further ado, here are Taylor's songs sorted into Hogwarts houses.

GRYFFINDOR:

As we all know, Gryffindors are described as being brave, daring, and valiant. These songs are the brave ones, the ones that really took a chance. Many of these songs are bold and exciting, with very strong themes. Of all of Taylor's albums, I decided that Speak Now and 1989 are the ones that could be classified as Gryffindor.

Tied Together with a Smile

Our Song

I Heart ?

Fearless

White Horse

You're Not Sorry

Jump Then Fall

Come in with the Rain

Sparks Fly

Enchanted

Better Than Revenge

Innocent

Haunted

Superman

Red

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

I Know Places

Wonderland

You are in Love

New Romantics

End Game

So It Goes...

Getaway Car

Dress

Cruel Summer

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Death by a Thousand Cuts

Soon You'll Get Better

Exile

Betty

Willow

Long Story Short

You All Over Me

That's When

Bye Bye Baby

HUFFLEPUFF:

Hufflepuffs are considered reliable, loyal, hardworking, and kind. To determine which songs were sorted into Hufflepuff, I chose more optimistic songs, ones that were peppier and tended to be happier - but not all of them. These songs really show Taylor's loyalty and the bubblier aspects of her personality. But that doesn't mean all of these songs are happy and bubbly. There are some sad songs in here too, but they depict her softer, gentler, more loyal personality traits. Lover is the only album I would classify as being truly Hufflepuff.

Teardrops on My Guitar

Stay Beautiful

Mary's Song (Oh My My My

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

Fifteen

The Best Day

Superstar

Today Was A Fairytale

Mine

Speak Now

Mean

Never Grow Up

Ours

Stay Stay Stay

Everything Has Changed

The Moment I Knew

All You Had to Do was Stay

I Wish You Would

This Love

Clean

Delicate

Gorgeous

King of My Heart

New Year's Day

Lover

Paper Rings

London Boy

Afterglow

Me!

Daylight

Mirrorball

Seven

Invisible String

Dorotha

Right Where You Left Me

SLYTHERIN:

Slytherins are normally described as cunning and ambitious. The songs I chose to sort into Slytherin tend to be darker and angrier. These songs show Taylor's ambition and tend to show just how good she is at what she does. These songs exude confidence and charisma more so than the other songs she has put out. Taylor Swift (her debut album), Fearless (both the original and Taylor's Version), and Reputation are albums I would consider to be Slytherin.

Picture to Burn

A Place in this World

The Outside

Should've Said No

A Perfectly Good Heart

Hey Stephen

You Belong with Me

Tell Me Why

The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always (both the original and the piano versions)

Change

Untouchable

The Other Side of the Door

Dear John

Long Live

State of Grace

I Knew You Were Trouble

I Almost Do

The Last Time

The Lucky One

Girl at Home

Out of the Woods

Bad Blood

...Ready for It?

I Did Something Bad

Look What You Made Me Do

Dancing with Our Hands Tied

I Think He Knows

You Need to Calm Down

The 1

August

Illicit Affairs

Mad Woman

Gold Rush

No Body, No Crime

Cowboy Like Me

Closure

Mr. Perfectly Fine

RAVENCLAW:

Ravenclaws are classified by their intelligence, cleverness, wit, and creativity, so it goes without saying that the majority of Taylor Swift songs will fall into Ravenclaw. These are the songs that you can tell she put a lot of thought into - whether they have bigger words, or are just more creative. These songs tend to create a clear image in my head when I hear them, and I can really put myself into her shoes with each one. These are some of her best songs, her most creative, and her most intelligent and witty songs. Of her albums, Red, Folklore, and Evermore are the ones I would classify as Ravenclaw.

Tim McGraw

Cold as You

Invisible

Love Story

Breathe

Back to December

The Story of Us

Last Kiss

If This was a Movie

Treacherous

All Too Well

Holy Ground

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Starlight

Come Back... Be Here

Welcome to New York

Blank Space

Wildest Dreams

How You Get the Girl

Don't Blame Me

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Call It What You Want

I Forgot That You Existed

The Man

The Archer

Cornelia Street

False God

It's Nice to Have a Friend

Cardigan

The Last Great American Dynasty

My Tears Ricochet

This Is Me Trying

Epiphany

Peace

Hoax

The Lakes

Champagne Problems

'Tis the Damn Season

Tolerate It

Happiness

Coney Island

Ivy

Marjorie

Evermore

It's Time to Go

We Were Happy

Don't You

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylurking #fearless #speak now #red #1989 #reputation #lover #folklore #evermore #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #hogwarts #harry potter

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vampiriiiia · 5 years ago

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Bokuto’s relationship with reader through Akaashi’s eyes

T.W: implied kindnapping,obssesive and possesive behaviour, please keep in mind this isn’t love

The first thing Akaashi had noticed about Bokuto, was the passion,the light he had in his eyes. He was so bright that even a blind person couldn’t miss him.

So it wasn’t really a suprise to find out that he loved like that too.

It wasn’t exactly love, just a few small flings Bokuto had through the years. Small flings that Bokuto always said would last forever, those especially didn't even last more than a moth. But even though they were so short, Bokuto always cried for hours and said that he would never love anybody ever again after they broke up.It was a bit of an overreaction, but that’s what made Bokuto himself.

So when Bokuto started crushing on a girl from one of his classes he didnt really think about it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

In his defense, it seemed completly innocent at first.

The looks of absolute adoration he shoot your way weren’t by any means bad. He even considered them sweet,once. But as time went on, the looks turned more.. off-putting to put it lightly. The same could be said about his behaviour, he was the usual fierce and passionate Bokuto everyone knew and loved, but just not when it came to that guy you got paired with for a project, or that piece of shit that asked you out, but you ofcourse declined their offer like the sweet thing you were since you knew Bokuto liked you and you ofcourse liked him back, it’s just that you were too shy to make a move first,at least thats what he remembers Bokuto saying.

He also remembers himself comforting Bokuto after you turned him down. This time thought it didn’t last for a few hours or a few days. His mopping lasted for a whole month, Akaashi was a bit releaved though, because he believed that if you had gotten in a relationship and broke up, it would have been far worse.

His relief was short lived though,since excactly three months later,right before your graduation you went missing and Bokuto barely reacted, in fact that day he seemed bubblier than usual despite the black circles under his eyes. And for the first time Bokutos cheery attidue made him want to run to the bathroom and just throw up. Through the entire day he kept telling himself that Bokuto hadn’t done anything, anything illegal at least.And he would have almost succeed if he hadn't noticed the scrathes in his arms and back while changing in the locker room that were too big to be caused by a cat and too small to be caused by a thug.

sometimes Akaashi can’t sleep at night

#yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere bokuto x reade #akaashi keiji

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jaeminscoffee · 5 years ago

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Morosis.

Morosis- The stupidest of stupidities.

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Word count- 1.81k

Warning- None but it's super random XD also note that i called Haechan a brat only for the purpose of carrying the storyline forward, irl i really want the 'Haechan annoying' agenda to come to an end :)

Summary- Haechan being his own kind of species the entire night.

Haechan is.. well Haechan.

He's his own different kind of species. Don't take it the wrong way, he's extremely talented, down to earth, a really sweet human, and a mood maker.

But on the other hand, he's a brat. A sassy, funny kind of brat.You need a whole lot of patience to deal with him. And you didn't have that.

You loved him a whole lot though, the same for him with you, it's just, he makes you question your purpose of life from time to time. He loved making you angry, he found it cute, apparently. And together, the pair of you made everyone around you go crazy.

Take for example this one time, you and Haechan along with his friends decided to have a movie night back at your place as your parents decided to go on a tiny vacation and your brother would stay over at his friends.

It was breaktime when you guys decided that it'd be fun if you all had a gathering at one spot kind of thing. So you stated that they could come over for a movie night, but made them promise not to break anything.

You'd warned them about having a pet as Jeno was allergic to cats, or cat fur, or something along the line. And you'd recently gotten her along with your brother.

All of you walk down the corridor towards your lockers, placing in unwanted books, taking the ones needed after the last bell rang.

Once you are all done packing up, you meet up by the entrance of your school building, planning what you all want to watch at night.

"So, how to train your dragon? Good choice, good choice" Haechan said, after you and Chenle decided on what movie you'd watch, it's a classic,but everyone loves it so rewatching it won't do any harm.

"Be there, sharp at 7pm or I'm starting it without you" you exclaim looking at each one of them, double looking at Jaemin with your eyebrows raised. "Especially you." Jaemin did a solute gesture as the others laughed at the two of you.

"Okay losers, see you at Y/n's. Try coming earlier if possible" Haechan said, pulling you out the gates and onto the streets once you all said your goodbyes for then.

Having a brother meant running out of snacks to munch on more than quarter of the time. So you and Haechan walked down the streets, talking along about how the day was and other random talking, coming across a convenience store.

You enter after playing rock, paper and scissors to see who'd pay for all the snacks. "Literally, no backing away, don't even try acting cute to get the other person to pay along with you" you said, narrowing your eyes knowing what move Haechan would pull if he'd lose. "Alright, cool with me baby just stick to your words hm?" he said, with a smug look on his face.

Having to spend half of your allowance isn't the best feeling ever. It sucks. Especially having your own boyfriend call you boomer and walk out of the store after you'd lost, waiting beside it where there was an ice cream stand, eating when you were struggling to select which you wanted the most.

After getting enough snacks to last throughout the night, you walk out of the store with a huge bag in your hand, the bill in the other and a grumpy look on your face. At least Haechan was kind enough to take the bag out of your hand and even brought you an ice cream after laughing at you for five solid minutes.

"So, how's your piano lessons going?" Haechan asked you as the two of you took a turn towards the street leading to your house, it was past 6:15 pm when you actually started heading home, stopping here and then to eat from each street food stalls you'd come across, this time around, Haechan paying for it.

"It's going good, isn't the easiest when my fingers just won't cooperate" you let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning your head against Haechan's shoulder while you walked up to the door to unlock it as he slightly nudged your head away so that you could open the door faster.

"You'll master it, baby. It just needs time and talent" he said to which he earned a smack at the back of his head. "Shut it, dimwit" you reply, hanging the keys on the hook beside the door.

Upon hearing the sound of the key, your cat, more precisely your four week old kitten, jumped off the tiny makeshift bed you'd made for her with comforters, making your way towards you, meowing in her tiny voice.

Once she reached you she started rubbing herself against the material of your legging, you pick her up, "Hey bubbles! Did you miss mommy?" you speak as though you were talking to a baby. Not getting any reply, obviously you turn towards your boyfriend, who stood beside you, looking at your cat with nothing but love and affection.

"Can I carry her..?" he asked in a cautious tone, not wanting to scare the cat.

"Of course!" you reply, handing over bubbles to Haechan. He carried her, looking all over her before lifting her high up in the air like they did to Simba in the Lion King.

"Babe.. Y/n..she oof-" he started, looking at the cat and then at you, "bro, your dragon looks dope" he said in an amused voice, nuzzling into bubbles' tiny fur coat. You had so much expectation for what he'd say when he started, but he's Haechan, what were you expecting.

"Haechan.. She's literally, oh my god that's my cat. Not a dragon" you say, face palming, trying to get bubbles out of his grip, him turning away, shielding the feline from your reach.

"I know, I'm not blind" Haechan said in an obvious tone, making his way towards the couch, settling in to play with the fur ball as you make your way towards the kitchen to place all the snacks away.

"Then why would you call her a-..actually nevermind don't answer that question" you sigh.

Not even five minutes later you hear the doorbell ring, you look at Haechan to see if he'd open the door, to which he merely glared at the door and returned back to the cat. You make your way towards the front, opening the door to find three of your friends. "Hey guys, you're earlier than expected so come help me set the snacks" you said, not bothering to greet any of them individually, dragging Jaemin with his hands because you know he'd actually help you.

"Babe! Who's it-oh hey Renjun" you ignore him and turn around to take a bowl to put the popcorn in, turning towards Jaemin to ask him to get the soda's "Jaem?" you call out, finding not a soul with you in the kitchen.

You walk out of the kitchen towards the front as you hear loud noises from there. "Jaem you are supposed to be helping me-" you say with your hands over your face, rubbing it.

"You named your cat bubblebutt? That's genius!" Jeno exclaimed from beside Renjun, sneezing momentarily as the latter nodded along, all three looking at you, expecting an explanation.

"I.. What?" you asked, confused as you could ever be.

"You! Named your kitten bubblebutt! It suits her though" Renjun said. You look at Haechan stolidly, as he laughs at your expression.

"Her name's bubbles" you look at them one by one "B U B B L E S, get it? Now come on Jaemin we need to get started with the movie" you look at him, he nodded and got up from the couch, making his way towards you.

Fifteen minutes in setting up the floor, the TV, the couch, everyone had already come in and made themselves comfortable. Having Haechan introduce your feline to the rest of the boys, you having to tell them what her real name is.

"Everyone quiet down, let's do a check before we start the movie" Mark said, standing up.

"Alright all eight of us are here. Now for the snacks. Chips?" "Got it" Jisung replied.

"sodas" "check" Chenle said.

"Candies?" "Gotchu" Jaemin replied.

"Bagel bites?" Renjun did a finger gun,

"Popcorn?" "I have them!" you answer.

"Who's going to prepare ramen once we run out of pizza?" "I thought we already decided that would be me" Haechan replied from beside you, cat still in his hand.

"And me, Jeno and Jaemin are the one's paying for the pizza! Okay we're all set" Mark ended, passing the remote to you, pressing the start button.

The movie started, everyone was indulged in the movie, the only sounds made being from speakers and that of pop cans, and other snacks..and Haechan's murmuring.

He'd been the only one not paying attention to the screen, rubbing bubbles' stomach, scratching her fur, and even cuddling up to her to keep her warm. His excuse 'I've already watched the movie five times, and bubblebutt is way cuter than toothless'

Alright then so be it, play with the cat but he could've done it quieter. But no.

"bubblebutt~"

"bubble bubble bubblebuttt"

"bubble bath, bubblebutt-" "Haechan shush" you hush him in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the others.

"What? OH LOOK HICCUP'S WINNING" Haechan exclaimed as the others cheered along. It went on quiet for a while. But Haechan and quiet can never belong in the same sentence.

"bubbles. Bubblebutt, definitely cuter"

"It even rolls out the tongue smoother, bubblebutt"

"bubblebutt, bubblebutt, don't worry, your butt will be bubblier once you grow bigger" he poked the poor cat's butt, to which she snarled, settling back in calmly as Haechan gave her scratches.

"Bubblebuttttttt~" he sang out.

"Haechan stop it" you whine, not being able to concentrate on the movie due to the constant buzzing sound coming from your boyfriends end

"Oh this? Bubblebutt, bubble bubble bubblebut, does this annoy you, princess?" he said, carrying the cat in his arms and hitting you softly with her.

"Babe, i mean it, just. Stop. " you say trying not to scream. But he kept going, that's Lee Haechan.

"Bubblebutt"

"stop"

Bubblebutt."

"Lee Haechan."

"bubbleee.. Butt?"

"Haechan I mean it, quit it. Now"

"How about a bubble. Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble but-"

"Jesus can you quit it?!" you scream out, finally losing your shit, as the boy beside you burst into a fit of laughter.

The movie was paused, god bless, Jisung's soul. You take the cat gently from Haechan's hold, handing it over to Jaemin, who sat beside you, snickering the entire time.

"Lee Haechan you asked for it" you jump at him with your fist up in the air as the boy screeched out loud.

"Ah shit, there they go again"

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