#It doesn't matter I'll try it next time uwu

[broodwolf221]

the only downside to focuswriter and streaks is that I usually write late at night uwu;; sooo finally broke my streak bc it's after midnight when I went to open it

but! 90 fucking days straight of 500+ words a day!

[littleplantfreak]

That's our baby

The first time you call you and Umemiya's dog 'your son'

SFW ig but a little suggestive at the end. Also I wasn't gonna name the dog but then I was like "Fuck it! It's Balto now"

Umemiya Hajime

"Baby I can explain-"

"You can explain why our son has a bowl cut?" You fume pointing at your two year-old Samoyed's misshapen head. He sits politely on the couch showcasing his new haircut, which normally you'd find hilarious because usually he can't settle down when you first get home. Apparently, though, he can tell when his father is getting scolded.

"Okay, first of all, I love you so much, and I love that you just called him our son because he is our son and-"

"I love you too. Skip to the bowl cut." He can tell by your stance, you're pretty mad.

"...Our normal groomer quit, and I couldn't find anywhere else to take him to," your husband breaths out in defeat before continuing. "I figured if I found a good video online, it would be easy. It was easy until he sneezed while I was trimming his face and three inches came off instead of one. He'd look weird if there was just a hunk off the side of his face, so I evened it out and it ended up like...this?" He says before crouching down and squishing his cheek next to your dog's. "C'mon he's kinda cute like this! He's our baby; he's always cute no matter what," he tries to appeal to your soft side by giving you the same puppy eyes your dog is giving you, and it almost works.

"The other dogs at the dog park are gonna make fun of him," you grimace, and at the sound of the word 'park,' your baby's ears perk up. He starts lifting and stomping his front paws gently, trying to behave but so excited that he might be going outside. Hajime lets out a dramatic gasp, hand to his chest before saying telling you that's blasphemy.

"He's friends with everyone at the park. There's no way they'll make fun of him just because of a silly haircut! Daddy thinks your friends are gonna love it, my little marshmallow." He starts squishing your dog's cheeks and speaking to him in the baby voice he saves especially for him.

Upon hearing 'park' for the second time, he starts whining and pawing at Hajime's arm. "Balto, honey, let's go for a walk." You pat your leg before grabbing the leash, and he bounds over to you, leaving his Father to pout on the couch with a quiet 'traitor' mumbled under his breath. "Haji, call Toma and ask if his cousin is still taking new clients. I'm pretty sure she grooms both dogs and cats," you say, going over to press a chaste kiss to his mouth, only for him to pull you in for a longer one, tongue swiping against your bottom lip and you almost lean in for more. Until you feel a wet nose press up against your cheek and you snort instead. Drawing back, Balto tries to get even closer to give you both his own flurries of kisses.

"See, he doesn't like when we fight! We have to get along for our baby's sake," he smiles letting your dog taste his entire face. You put one more kiss on his cheek before walking to the door.

"If you can't find a groomer by his playdate on Tuesday, you're getting a matching haircut. If you do find one, though, I'll wear that new outfit we got at the mall the other day. Y'know the one you almost ruined when we were in the dressing room? I'll let you ruin it for real this time," and you can see he's speechless now, head full of the red lacy thing that was more ribbon than clothing, that opens just like a present if you pull the right strings. Closing the door, you shoot Hiragi a text to let him know Hajime will be calling in the next few minutes and to get his stomach medicine ready, apologizing in advance for the hour long phone conversation he'll be subjected to. For now, you and your son have a walk to go on.

(I'm waaay to tired to triple check for spelling/grammar so I hope I got everything. I'm doing the same prompt but with Sakura next I think uwu)/ and then Sugishita as well...probably...maybe.)

[originalgenshinscenarios]

Hello, could you do a scenario of tired kiss with tighnari or alhaitham where the reader is a scholar from akademiya who has a big project due and has been pulling all nighters that they miss their anniversary and the character is trying to distract them to get them to rest? Thank you uwu

Ahh this prompt! I love it!

Tired kiss with Tighnari and Alhaitham with their S/O

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

Reader here is gender neutral

Reader is part of the Academia

Tighnari

At first he was a little busy himself, so he actually hadn't realized just how much you're committing to your project.

He was already slowly planning something for your anniversary, so it only added to things he had to do, but he was done with majority of his tasks in no time.

So on the day of your anniversary you were late. Really late. After waiting for you he decided to pay you a visit. Everything was a mess, but he only paid attention to you.

It was obvious you haven't slept at all. Or at least not even close to what's healthy.

He could only sigh at the sight but it was time to take care of you. No deadline or date is more important than your health.

He carried you back to your bed, and when you laid down you only then realized that you missed your date.

Honestly the fact that you had the energy to be worried and think about it now was a cute...

As he sat by your bed, you sat up to give him a little kiss. As a way to apologize. It was short as it was clear you had little energy to even sit. So it only further confirmed what he thought of the situation.

For now he needed you to rest up. There was no need to worry so much about the date. You can go out someday later.

He understood that being part of a research was important to you, but he thought it was foolish of you to just let it take over your health to the point where you almost collapsed.

So the best way to apologize is to not let it happen again. Or at the very least rest up now.

In the meantime he took care of the mess you let your working space get to. Of course he didn't touch any papers in case he'd mess up the order of your work.

Alhaitham

Although he doesn't care much for special days, he does keep track of them. Even if to just give you his wishes.

But he recognized that an anniversary might be a little more special to you. So although he doesn't see the appeal in it being a necessity, he wanted to spend time with you regardless.

He knew about your project, and knew about your investment in it to some extent.

So he made the plans flexible, he figured it'd be best to prepare something you could enjoy at any moment just in case your schedule was full for the day of your anniversary- which I'll say again- He wouldn't care much about missing.

So when he went to you to present the idea, he saw in what state you put yourself in.

Honestly? He didn't know what he expected really. He felt mix of disappointment and worry when he saw how you were handling yourself.

To help you, he first had to take you to rest. When you'd make up for your lost sleep, he'd help you with your work schedule.

Because no matter how you try to explain yourself you weren't going a good job at either.

When he helped you get to your bed, you kissed and thanked him. The kiss was short, but welcome either way.

Honestly he didn't realize just how much he missed affection from you. As much as he isn't needy it did got him to think that perhaps for a couple you aren't spending enough time?

Next day when you woke up, you glanced at the calendar and noticed that you missed your anniversary.

You immediately wanted to go look for him to apologize. But you didn't even have to leave your home, as he decided to stay overnight.

Since you were awake now though, it was time to get to work. He cared about you so it was now time to find you a healthy routine of studying and researching that worked for you.

Your date could end up as a celebration of a job well done.

~Mod Lisa

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

I am feeling particularly talkative about my dumb dudes today apparently.

This next guy isn't done with the MSQ yet, unlike the previous three I've word vomited about. I made him because I was struggling to understand the appeal of the male viera. It felt like 99% of them looked the same, had the same uwu vibe (no offense to the uwu viera men out there), and were just sort of ... meh. Perhaps, I thought to myself, if I made one, and stared at his stupid face long enough, I would Understand.

He started out as a bunny version of Dusk, because I wound up making bunny versions of Dusk, Mercuriel and Errol in the character creator and bunny Dusk seemed friendliest.

I named him Bjalla, and Bjalla made it very clear immediately that no. No, he was not Bunny Dusk.

And get the fuck off his lawn, while he's at it.

He is level 16 or so in that shot, not quite done with the Limsa intro MSQ. And he is already So Done With Everyone's Nonsense. No matter, I thought. I'm going to make this Bunny Dusk thing work. I'll give him tiny glasses, Dusk always wears tiny glasses, it's part of what makes him so Dusk.

And then I had to accept I had accidentally made a crabby grandpa rabbit. He isn't like so many viera I run into, who are young in body AND spirit (some of them claim to be in their 20 or 30s! Nonsense!). This man has Seen Some Shit before any of you bastards were even born.

Fine, I decided. Fine, if he's going to be a Real Boy, I should refresh on the whole viera lore thing. Really ponder it. And holy shit, I'd always thought it was intensely weird and clearly in the service of trying to explain why there were only ladies in battle thongs representing the race, but it is nigh impossible for me to conceive of a male viera that doesn't have a shitton of trauma as a result of where he came from (unless, of course, he was born outside of that culture to begin with, then he has a chance!).

Bjalla was part of that culture for a long time. He was a master, who had apprentices. HIS master had told him that he needed to make a decision one day: treat all his apprentices like his sons, or none of them. Taking after the man who taught him, Bjalla treated his apprentices like family. This made it incredibly hard when he would lose one, and one day he just ... couldn't do it any more, and walked away from it, breaking the Green Word.

He didn't love learning he apparently Has a Destiny 60+ years later, to be honest. But better than making some kid protagonist do it, he supposes.

Bjalla is old, he is an old man compared to everyone around him, even if you convert his age to hyur-years. "Oh, I'm basically in my 20s," you'll hear Viera players say. Bjalla is in his sixties, by the same metric. He sneers at the old man jokes lobbed Thancred's way. Thancred is a child.

He still has a strong urge to dad people, though, even idiot teenagers who are early in their character development and deserve to be pushed into the ocean.

Or idiot dragoons pretending the whole thing Bjalla saw him do in the dragoon questline is solved now and has absolutely no bearing on their future adventures together.

Old men with PTSD are safe from being dadded, though. They get commiseration instead. Only in spirit, though, Bjalla doesn't like talking about himself much unprovoked. And he has a very high bar for what counts as 'provoked.' Bjalla is an extrovert compared to most feral forest hermits, but he is still an ex-feral forest hermit.

Given the backstory I gave him, the Vault was especially upsetting for him. Not only because of the flashbacks - I love how young he looks here, right back to losing his last apprentice, the one that broke him - but because of what followed.

I've always found the scene where you go to Edmont afterwards so much sadder than the Actual Event. But sending my grandpa rabbit, who has known this exact kind of loss, to go see him made it even worse. He felt fatherly towards Haurchefant too - of course he did - and he's upset about such a kind, capable man's life being cut short, especially to protect him, of all people. But he's even more upset that this fellow father is going through pretty much the worst thing a father can experience.

Losing Ysayle later, another basically-kid in his eyes, who had so much potential in the life she should've gotten ahead of her, was not any better, of course. And later, after the Resistance encampment is decimated by Zenos and company, getting to commiserate with Conrad about all the young lives snuffed out ahead of their time, while these two tired old men are still standing, and how unfair it is ... it was a lot. It resonated with me more than it had on previous runthroughs.

Stuff hits different when you're in a grandpa rabbit mindset, I guess is what I'm saying here.

It's not all sad, of course, FFXIV at its core is a hopeful game, and I enjoy that he's got joy in his life too. He has a whole-ass found family he loves very much, for example.

And a girlfriend that is too young for him but since she's coded as old he hasn't really noticed.

As you likely noticed, his MSQ class is warrior, although I'm also pretty fond of him being a black mage too, of all things. He works through shit by setting his problems on fire sometimes, I guess. He also will frequently be a dragoon or bard, as I think he primarily used those weapons Back in the Forest Times and he doesn't want to get rusty.

Anyway! That's Bjalla, who is right at the end of 5.5 and I'll probably finish EW on him during the lull between 6.55 and 7.0, if not sooner.

He is not in a rush.

[unseeliethot]

Can we get some moth^2 facts or hcs please uwu

1. I've talked about this before actually but master of secrets vs the Most straight faced, undecipherable woman in the world is just chef kiss everything to me.

Observing and keeping that close eye on each other, circling and trying to learn Everything while giving Nothing away (and ultimately failing on both sides eventually), learning each others small quirks and tells.

Learning those little expressions, a twitch at the corner of the lips might as well be a grin, etc etc. A whole language just from Watching each other.

Learning patterns digging up secrets

Loving that chase and challenge and mental stimulation

And you fall in love for it

2. Hypatia is Well aware Keagan loves a scavenger hunt, and frankly if they have a wedding ceremony it will already be expensive and intricate and designed to show each other off just a Little. So she has some wedding traditions she'd like to include, specifically mehndi. Usually just one instance of the name gets hidden in the mehndi, Hypatia makes sure there are Several instances of his name hidden in her designs and patterns and she's letting him go wild trying to find them all. Where better to host a scavenger hunt than on your own body for your lover to go crazy for?

3. Keagan makes Hypatia feel exactly as beautiful and girlish and wanted as she wishes she could be. From the very beginning, with what we get from the demo, getting a dress and it's new, and pretty, and her colour, and all hers? Not something she'll have to handdown eventually or tear up to make more practical? If she weren't demiromantic she'd of fallen in love then and there. He makes her feel happy with herself.

4. Keagan out of the lot has the easiest time convincing her that maybe food shouldn't be made into a nutritional slurry and that his staff is more than capable of crafting food for her that won't set off her texture issues.

5. Playing Fidchell together either goes very very right, or one of them becomes entirely too smug about winning. Hypatia will play the long con in getting her victory, the losses behind it (to learn his strategies and patterns) don't matter when she has One particular victory she's aiming for. She'll take a thousand losses just to completely ruin him Once.

6. They bitch together So Much. Keagan encourages her a little too much to call out the idiocies of courtiers and nobles, she has quite the mouth on her all of the time. But who's really going to be able to do much with him next to her? Just put up with having your carefully thought out proposition or plan fucking shredded

7. Hypatia loves just being in the same room as him. Even if he can't necessarily give her direct attention, she likes just sitting in the same room to read. Parallel play, like cats.

8. It takes a while before she shows any musical inclination in front of him, he does Not let it go once he gets a glimpse of it and it makes her outrageously shy and flattered about it

9. They're so fucking horny- You tell me Keagan doesn't have autism and I'll tell you, you are wrong. They have autistic to autistic communication and the world is better for it.

10. She absolutely begs him for just a Little place outside for just One sheep, just One little lamb, a Tiny small one. Just One won't even take up any room at all, a little baby lamb. She gets it because of course she does.

[xiv-wolfram]

Do you have any other OCs besides Wolfram? If so can you tell us about them?

Thanks for the ask! ❤

I have a few, but they're not well developed by comparison. The furthest along would be my first FFXIV character Ali. I really need to GPose her more cuz uwu. She's a 25yo half Sea Wolf half Highlander summoner. Heres some stuff I wrote about her a while ago:

Ali was born in the city of Limsa Lominsa, roughly 25 years ago. She takes after her Roegadyn mother, following in her footsteps to join the Arcanist's guild. Much of her time is spent tracing arcane geometries or studying any information on magitek she is able to procure.

Her love of learning is a compulsion. If she doesn't have a goal she's working towards or a new hobby to try out she gets incredibly restless. No matter the amount of knowledge gained she is never truly at peace. Due to this she may get swept up in the pursuit without considering the long term effect of her discoveries.

After learning everything the Arcanist Guild had to offer, Ali has decided to set out as an Adventurer. Her goal - to travel around Eorzea seeking knowledge from everyone and every monster she encounters. Recently she started training with the Machinist's guild in Ishgard.

I've also been thinking of an AU, where Wolfram was a woman instead (Ada, just cuz I need more girls to GPose). Same personality and overwhelming guilt for what happened to her family. Very similar story except that Raubahn doesn't reject her when she confesses her past because she doesn't get as defensive and blame everyone else. He helps her discover the truth and by the time ARR starts they've been together the whole time. She also didn't train as a conjurer and met X'Rhun earlier so she's an even stronger RDM than Wolf but not as good a healer. ARR is the same, however at the Bloody Banquet Raubahn is killed. She breaks free and gets the other Scions out. Instead of the saving Raubahn from Illberd arc, its basically her tracking him down and taking brutal revenge. Then on to HW stuff. Ada mourns while still fulfilling her WoL duties until she and Ysayle become close friends. Ysayle teaches her how to summon a primal ( which takes the form of the minotaur from Ala Mhigan legend 😢). When the Garlean airship attacks she transforms and fights alongside Ysayle. With the extra help Ysayle lives. Ilberd is dead so no Shinryu, no false flag wall bullshit, no Omega. She kinda just decides she's gonna pop off and liberate Ala Mhigo herself because it would be the best way to honor Raubahn. The Scions back her and they convince the governments to assist. Ysayle joins the Scions. SB is much the same except that Pipin takes a lot of his fathers responsibilities. In ShB she spent even longer on the first. Her and Ysayle start a relationship. EW is the same. <- And that's about all I'll write cuz Wolfbahn has 4 expansions worth of content to go which will take me at least until the next XPac. I may have to do some Ada and Adasayle GPoses at some point though. I'm starting to get bored of just my guys. Need variety! 😂

[hnychn]

KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!

SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym

WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real

⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS

⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party

⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀

⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team

⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow

⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc

⇀ "bring your own cups"

⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼

⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .

⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks

⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼

⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol

⇀ it was surprisingly easy

⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡

⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴

⇀ not me simping over you 🤺

⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT

⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-

⇀ . . . 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ "y/n. . ."

⇀ "yes? 🤠"

⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"

⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."

⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"

⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽‍♀️

⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL

⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies

⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫

⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-

⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁

⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"

⇀ because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk

⇀ and she was right 💅🏽

⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.

⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?

⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-

⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk

⇀ and you- good god

⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.

⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk

⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫

⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.

⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG

⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼

⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup

⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"

⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs

⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just

⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"

⇀ SO YOU DO

⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM

⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN

⇀ and holy fuck-

⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴

kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.

despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.

you smirked.

kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.

"see something you like, kitten?"

kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.

your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.

your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.

but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."

⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫

⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good

⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight

⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes

⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully

⇀ you smiled down at him

"it's already 2021, huh?"

kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.

eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.

"yeah. . . i guess. . ."

you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.

"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"

kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."

5 . . .

you smiled, "really?"

you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.

4 . . .

"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.

you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"

you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."

3 . . .

"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.

2 . . .

"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.

1 . . .

"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.

kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.

"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.

what a way to start the new years.

⇀ everything after that was a blur

⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him

⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.

⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁

⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't

⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed

⇀ me 🤡

⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep

⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms

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a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something

[zu-is-here]

I dunno exactly when you answered the ask but I'll answer now (for you to see when it's not the middle of the night I guess X))

Thanks ;)

Waterbell is still quietly waiting for me to continue her but at least I ended the design for dyscontroltale Undyne :3

And yes I'm putting your head in the challenge, you have no choice on that matter òwó

Good luck with your drawing spree X'D

I feel you as I'm also trying to do a lot of stuff at the same time and it is indeed not working that well pffft (ㆁωㆁ)

The weekend is nice, especially with the sudden love shower uwu seriously I just told I was a lil' annoyed by a tiny thing on the server and they all jumped at my throat ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ. you were no help so you know >:3 but your answer made me laugh so hey thank you (◕દ◕)

I started back the babysitting in the weekend's mornings and I have my last test of the 1st semester tuesday but since school only starts back the week after this for me, I'm pretty not-tired which is great for a change xwx

How's Кошка btw ?

How do you say "by the way" in russian OwO?

-bulle

It's alright xp <3

Again, you did an amazing work with her design and the bio as well! *^* No doubt Waterbell will be awwwsome too~ ☆

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Thank you! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Plus the inspiration is cruel :'D

That's good to hear it! <3 You deserve it all heh >:3 I'm glad that it made you feel better╰(*´︶`*)╯

Awww back to babysitting! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) How's it going now? *^* Have a good rest before the start! ♪

Koshka's doing great, thanks <3 shamelessly washing herself next to me right now xd What about your dog??

It's "кстати"! ☆ How does it sound in French? (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

UPD:

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Working while studying is twice harder! (ó3ò) Even if it's a weekend... I'd say it's almost illegal for a student who doesn't need it now, they should focus on just one thing at a time so as not to burn out— please, take care╰(*´︶`*)╯

Such a nice feeling indeed! ♪(´ε｀ )

Heheh that's what the dogs are xp Oh girl, hopefully it's gonna be alright very soon! (ó3ò)

Woah *^* *is trying to pronounce them with a really bad R XP* But what's the difference between these ones then?? ( ・∇・) heheh–

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uwu

Alexa, play uwu by chevy

It was well known for people to act differently around people that they like.

Some people aren't even recognizable when their crush walks past them.

But.

Marinette was well known shy and bubbly.

So when she was having a crush on anyone, dosen't matter girl or boy.

You won't exactly know.

And this is how it started...

✎؂

"C'mon girl, you gotta tell your feelings to Lila! I'm sure she'll accept them, I mean come on! You'll be couple goals." Complained Alya as she tried to help her friend.

"I-I don't know Alya...I'm not sure if she's into- you know what I mean..." stutters Mari as her face started to get pink.

"You never know until you try babe!" Alya pulls her into a hug.

Marinette, shocked by the hug, could feel herself start tearing up as she hugged her bestfriend close and tight.

✎؂

"Hey girl! I have something for you." Says Alya as she runs to the girl's locker as the school day ended.

"Yes?" Says Lila surprised by the excitement.

Alya gives Lila a letter with a heart on it.

"I've gotta go, mom said I need to babysit! Byeeee" says Alya as she runs with her boyfriend.

Lila smiles at the girl.

She opens the letter and reads it.

'Hey...wanna meet me at the backyard of the school? I mean it's fine if you say no! -^^'

Lila looked around to see if anyone could have send her the letter.

'Ok. Let's do this.'

✎؂

Marinette was shaking.

While she kept her eyes into the ground trying to keep herself from having a panic attack.

"HEY! Marinette, you wanted to meet me here?" Says a voice that makes Mari jump.

Mari's cheeks go a little red when she sees who was there.

"Y-yea."

"So, what's up?" Says Lila as she smiles at the girl.

"I uhm-I really- uh..." Marinette opens her mouth but the words don't came as they should.

Lila sees her starting to panic and speeds infront of her.

"Hey, hey no need to panic. Breath. And then spit." She puts her hands on the short girl's shoulders for support.

Mari sighs deeply.

"Ireallyreallylikeyouilikedyouforawhileandidontwannamakeitweirdyouaredeallykindandohmygodyouresocoolandwholesomeimsososososososososorryishouldnthadcalledyouhereijustdestroyedourfriendship"

Marinette said in Eminem rap god speed.

Lila opened her mouth in the shape of an 'O' and blinks in confusion trying to comprehend what the short girl just said.

"Come again, just shorter and slower, my brain is too slow for this." She chuckles awkwardly.

Marinette looks at the her hands.

"I-I really, really, really like you, n-no I mean- I l-love you..." Marinette sniffed.

Lila stares in shook of what the girl just said.

Marinette begins to worry and feeling bad for confessing.

Her hands start shake.

"I-I am s-sorry, I s-shouldn't have said a-anything." Marinette sniffed and begins to walk backwards.

Lila wakes up from her shook and runs towards Marinette.

She grabs her hand and pulls her back.

"I'm sorry it was my fault, you got me in shook that's all. Look I'm very proud of you." Lila pats Mari's hair.

Mari stares at her in confusion as some tears fall down her cheek.

"W-why are y-you proud exactly?" Mari asked.

Lila smiles.

"I know how hard is it for you to confess something so big, hell is hard sometimes for you even to talk but I'm really glad you did, it's a start." She looks down at her.

"Look I'm not exactly feeling what you feel. IT'S NOT YOU, I'm not exactly the one with crushes and 'feeling in love'" Lila says mockingly.

Marinette then realized.

"You are aromatic." She says.

Lila winks at her.

"OH GOD, IM SO SORRY IF I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!" Mari looks at the ground in shame.

Lila moves her head in confusion.

"No, no babes, you didn't." She laughed.

Marinette looks at Lila and wipe her tears.

She walks up to Lila and hugs her tightly

"Thank you." The short girl whispers.

Lila hugs the girl back feeling like a proud mother.

✎؂

Meeting Damian was a mistake from the start.

They meet at a Gala where Marinette was invited and she couldn't refuse, her heart wouldn't have let her do refuse.

She was sitting alone, her social anxiety stoping her from talking with even a person.

'What the heck am I doing here? Those people are rich and professional. What in the name of god I was th-'

"Hi." A young looking man sit next to her.

Marinette blinks rapidly and turns to the guy.

"H-hi." She turns her head away quickly, not trying to look mean.

After some awkward silence moments the guy started to speak again.

"So...why are you sitting alone while everyone is having fun?" He turns to her.

Marinette opens her eyes and looks at the ground.

"I-I don't want to make people awkward...I-I'm very bad at talking to people in general."

She stutters quietly.

The boy narrowed his eyebrows and then chuckled.

Marinette didn't know if he was mocking her or just straight up annoying her.

"W-what's so funny?" She tries but fails to stutter.

The man smirks and then looks at her, making her more confused.

"Ahem. Nothing special, I just normal think beautiful people are supposed to be confident and aching to show their beauty, but I guess I was wrong"

Marinette's brains shuts down.

Her cheeks go BLOODY RED.

The guy sees her expression and laughs. LAUGHS. DUCKING LAUGHS.

He stops laughing.

"The name's Damian." He holds his hand for a handshake.

"M-Maria, I-I mean M-Marinette" she shyly shakes his hand.

"So Maria-nette?" He dad jokes.

Marinette chuckles.

"So would this beautiful girl give me her number?" He asks.

"W-why, we don't even know each other." She says.

"Well, I would like to know you, Marinette." He pet's her head gently.

"O-ok."

✎؂

They started talking for days, days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months.

She knew from the start she shouldn't catch feelings for a friend but she couldn't control it.

One day Mari and her friends we're hanging out at the bakery

Mari was showing them the ukulele that her grangran gived her some weeks ago, on her birthday.

"Why don't you try and sing something for us? I've seen you write song with Luka and Kagami before, show us some of you work."

Alix said.

"Agreed" Lila and Adrien said at the same time.

Marinette turned to her friends, about to disagree.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaseeee!" Said Rose.

"O-okay." Mari says as she picked up the ukulele.

sigh

I'm startin' to feel some sort of way

You give me goosebumps every day

And when you look at me and smile I wanna say

"I think you're okay"

×

I guess I'll stop here and not hint at all

That you're one I've fallen for

But if you ever think of me as anything more

I'll be here at your....call

'Is this for Damian?' A girl asked.

'IT IS, LOOK HOW SHE BLUSHED AWWW' a guy shouted.

The live stops some minutes later when the LadyBlogger realizes she was live.

Damian stared shocked at his phone as Jon showed him a video leak of Marinette singing.

He was frozen.

'Mari...likes me?'  That's all he could think of.

"Man, I feel bad for her. Imagine how bad she's feeling."

Damian opened his phone and got straight up to the message.

"She doesn't answer me." He says.

"Bruh, obviously she won't, she feels bad. You didn't get the memo? She's shy and has social anxiety. It's not gonna be easy." Jon explains the obvious.

After minutes of silence, Jon's phone rings.

"That's me, gotta go, dad's gonna beat my ass if I don't show up to dinner" Jon looks at his phone.

"I should go too. Talk to you later." Says Damian, not really paying attention to anything that was happening.

✎؂

As he walked infront of the bakery, he could see Marinette helping her parents to close the bakery, meaning that the parents were going on vacation.

He rushed to enter.

"Hello? Is this still opened?" He asked even the obvious answer is that they were closed.

"No sweet sir, we are cl-" as Marinette's gaze meet his she closed he mouth in shock.

"What exactly 'cl' mean, blossom?" he jokes while smiling.

"Damian, what are you doing here?" She asks avoiding his eye contact.

He chuckles. FUXINGDICKEAD

"That's not a nice way to greet your future boyfriend darling" (smooth bastard)

Marinette.exe stopped working

Marinette just passed out.

The parents walked in

Sabine looks at her daughter.

Tom looks at Damian.

WAR STARTS AFTER OUR SPONSOR, RAID SHADOW LEGENDS!

(I couldn't careless about editing this lmao)

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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Fruits Basket - Vol. 20

I want to try to break the book into three main chunks. The last time I did that, it was easier to write about. So uh, the first chunk has to do with Tohru and her feelings about Kyo, and Kagura's reaction, the second chunk is Akito and Ren's past being revealed (it's totally a mess but it's to be expected), and the third chunk is about things unraveling.

Ok cool let's do it. (The picture was at the end of one of the chapters, I just liked it a lot idk) (also tumblr needs to increase the character limit for the alt text, it's only 200 characters, which goes by quick. twitter has like,, 420, which is more manageable)

Tohru came to Kazuma's house to visit Izusu, and Kagura came to confront Tohru about something. What possibly could it be (as if I didn't say so in the beginning)? Kagura was talking about it a bit with Kazuma, and he said he just hopes that Tohru's feelings don't come from a place of pity (which is a mild "oof" point for Kagura, because that's mostly why she loved Kyo), because Kyo has had to deal with people either flat out hating him, or being nice to him out of a sense of pity. Even Kazuma admitted (earlier in the series. I don't remember when but I remember reading it) that part of the reason he took in Kyo as a child was because he was making it up for how he treated his grandfather, the previous Cat. Over time, those feelings fell away, in favor of genuinely caring for Kyo's wellbeing, but Kazuma doesn't seem to be the one who would forget about stuff like that. (Also it turns out that the previous Cat's partner basically stayed with him out of a sense of pity, as well)

It turns out that Izusu and Tohru were talking about the same thing, and Tohru worried if her feelings for Kyo were selfish, because she wanted nothing to take Kyo away from her, not the curse, not the Sohma family, nothing. Kagura then bust into the room, smacked Tohru across the fucking room it seems, and said, "Then fucking tell him that!!" (direct quote, 100%) Izusu yelled at Kagura for hitting Tohru, asking what right she had for doing that, but given Kagura's nature, it doesn't seem completely out of nowhere. She just got pretty emotional in that moment.

For Tohru, it seemed to knock the right screw loose for her, and she thought back to when she was talking about her father to Kyo, and if he said really anything against what she was talking about, she apparently would've just zipped her lips and pretended she hadn't said anything, and moved on, but he didn't. Which is pretty nice of him to do, honestly. Anyway, when she came to again (because she got knocked out from Kagura's emotion-packed slap), Kyo was sitting there, because Kazuma had called him, ("Hey dude so there was a smackdown here and Tohru got knocked out lmao" is how I'm imagining the call. kjdhkfgjh can you imagine Kazuma saying "lmao" I can't) but Kyo didn't ask about the fight (which was a Wise Lesson from Shishou™), another nice thing for him to do, though in my opinion it would be a pretty easy thing to explain.

Ok, so now onto the second chunk, which kinda has some of the stuff in the third chunk later on but whatever. Story flow, it's pristine today.

It starts with some of the,, maids? or something that are in the Sohma house (they never get names so far as I can tell, and I don't really know what to call them, but at one point someone referred to one of them as a maid, I think? Idk.) talking about Ren, and wondering why Akito still let Ren wander around freely like she does. Another said that Akito can only do so much, because apparently there is a crowd of people in the house that are "Ren-followers", and if she had Ren be completely contained within an area, there's a chance that those followers might start some shit, which would be a headache to deal with. One of the maids said that Akito has been sick (or holed up in her room) for too long, and the rest of the Juunishi are doing nothing to help, which does not help with Ren, who spouts out stuff about how the Juunishi doesn't really care about Akito at all. The maids seem to have a particular thing against Ren, because they view her as an unsuitable woman who somehow managed to become partners with Akira, the previous God, I think, but also the father of Akito.

Speaking of Akito, she has a box. That same box that Ren tried to use Izusu to get back. Something about that box has to do with Akira, and it seems important to both Akito and Ren, though honestly at this point Akito is probably just holding onto it out of spite for Ren, I wouldn't be surprised (I, too, am a petty bitch. I understand the mindset). She asked Kureno if he has any idea what is in it, and when he says he doesn't, she simply says, "Father."

Now we jump over to Ren and Shigure, who are also talking about about that elusive box. Apparently Shigure was tasked to get the box, but obviously he didn't succeed. He said (thought? He didn't say it aloud, it was one of those thoughts thing--- anyway) that he didn't really care, he didn't even want to touch that box, much less even look at it, it was no loss to him. Out loud, he says that it would be inappropriate for him to hold it, and Ren agrees, saying that only she can have it, just like how only she could have Akira, when he was alive. Are you already sensing where this is heading? Well, I'll say it anyway.

Flash back to Kureno, he's thinking about Akira, from when he was younger and Akira was still alive. He remembers Akira as very beautiful, in a fleeting way. Akira was sickly, all the time, and sad. Everyone knew that he wouldn't live for very long. But since he was the head of the house, of the family, it was imperative that he find a partner and produce an heir. That person was Ren, who was one of his care-takers. The rest of the staff (or something??) didn't like that she was going to be with Akira, it seemed unsuitable, but she was the only candidate. She was the only person who recognized how lonely he was, is what Akira said as a defense when people objected. And so, they were married. The older members of the family despised it, the younger thought it was the beginning of a new change, a new era. Ren said (because this section is flipping between Kureno and Ren) that it was only them two (haha grammar): Akira and Ren, they were all who mattered. She was everything to Akira. So when she had Akito, well, that muddled things. Because now there was another person that Akira loved: his own fuckin child. That's right. Ren got jealous of her own child because Akira loved his very own daughter. That's,, that's something. Shortly after that, Ren decided that Akito would be raised as a boy. Or maybe it was while she was still pregnant. At any rate, she said it was because it would be unsuitable for the head of the family to be a woman, but we all know the real reason: it's so that Akira wouldn't be loving another girl, even though that other girl was his daughter. Jfc Ren is a handful. From Kureno's memory, it seems like even as a kid, Shigure recognized that.

Back to Shigure and Ren, Shigure says that he feels sorry for Ren, probably thanks to all that upset she has. She says the same, that the Juunishi have had to deal with the abuse that Akito has dealt to them simply because of that "bond", and that there's no way that anyone could honestly love Akito. Shigure also comments that sometimes he thinks that if Akito had been raised as a woman, she'd look exactly like Ren, which instantly pisses Ren off. She just starts screaming about "Who do you have to thank for Akito being born! I'm the reason that (insert angry comment about how she's the only reason why x happened)". I'm kinda glad she isn't in the series much, this is exhausting. I know she's in the book later, and maybe a bit more in the next few, but jeez. It's a lot.

Anyway, let's end the chapter with Momiji having his curse be broken. The end is near (for the Juunishi, not this post lmao).

The second that the curse breaks, Akito knows it (that's probably the bond. I doubt it's some kinda "we'll be friends forever uwu" kinda thing, it's just kinda an awareness of each other, or maybe just God's awareness of everyone) and races towards Momiji, begging him to not leave. Now that the curse is broken, Momiji is confused as to how those thoughts he had prior for Akito were even there, now that he sees Akito clinging onto him, whimpering and panicked. Momiji waves her away, saying that he'll keep it a secret, and that Akito should go rest, wasn't she feeling sick earlier?

We pan over to the school, where Haru is asking Yuki if he's noticed anything off about Momiji. Haru can't place it, but something seems off, maybe not. Kyo ends up running into Momiji walking down a hallway, and asks him about it (he overheard the others talking about it), and Momiji just out and says it: his curse broke. He said he imagines that Tohru would be happier about it if it were Kyo's curse that broke, and that he (Momiji) lost. (I guess he lost in some unspoken one-sided competition of "getting" Tohru, because y'know she's not her own person who is capable of deciding these things for herself or anything)

Later, Momiji goes back to the main Sohma estate, to apologize to Akito for how he acted yesterday, but also to say that he won't be staying there any longer. Akito takes it like a champ, slapping Momiji across the face and insulting him, saying that he's a traitor, he has nowhere else to go, his family either doesn't remember him or hates him, he'll never be happy! and Momiji's just like, "Yeah lol I already feel lonely", that he can't be with the person he loves, and he no longer has that One Thing that previously connected him to most of the other people he's close with, and that there's no going back. He does say though, that it's not Akito's decision or place to say whether Momiji will ever be happy or not, because he might not be happy now, that does not mean that he won't ever be happy in the future. He then asks Akito how long she will stay at the house, thinking that eventually, everyone will come back to her, that no one will be happy without her. What if it's actually her that is most afraid-- Akito isn't down for an analysis, she just tells Momiji to leave.

Let's now go down memory lane, down a nice and happy time, especially for Akito and Ren: Akira's death and it's after effects. Happy times. (apparently i was wrong, the thing i said was the third chunk that wove in nicely with the second was just the second chunk, i think this is the actual third chunk)

Akito is thinking back (on a rainy morning, extra points for setting the mood) on her relationship with her parents. With Akira, it was nice, he always was kind and caring, telling Akito that she is what everyone has been waiting for, and that she thought she was the one Akira loved the most. With Ren, however, she was always cruel, from the start. She always glared at Akito, she was always mean. Akito hates her. We're brought back to the day Akira died, where Ren bursts into the room, asking why she wasn't notified sooner, why Akira had to die alone. One of the attendants said his condition worsened too quickly to call Ren close by, but also that Akira hadn't died alone; he died with Akito by his side. The attendant said that Akira's will had been passed onto Akito, she was now the head of the family. Ren was angered at that, there's no reason for Akito to still be around now! She only tolerated her child being around because Akira liked her, but now that Akira is gone, there is no one to love or care about Akito. Akito said that wasn't true, that all of the Juunishi will love her, because of their bond. (Which is basically what Akira said. He put most of that stuff into her head, and she doubled down on it whenever Ren said anything against it, which might as well be every single time they were around each other)

Back to the present, Kureno comes in the room to talk about something, but Akito interrupts him, saying that she was happy when Yuki was born, as the Rat. It was mostly just something she used to prove Ren wrong, and she used it as long as she could (much to the deterioration of Yuki's mental health). She thought back, over the years, to all the bad things that had happened, how she tried so hard to keep everyone close, and how all of them had, one by one, come to "betray" (cough cough, try to live their own lives, cough cough) her. After Shigure and Yuki left to their present residence, Ren said that they had given up on Akito. When Akito again mentioned their bond (which, really, now that I think about it, has basically been the singular thing straining to keep everything under control. Akito's sole sense of identity was being God, she's never had anything else.), Ren waved it away, then challenged that if any of the Juunishi can go out into the world, experience it in all it's freaky magical ways, and not be taken in by it, and instead return to Akito, then she will have been proved wrong, Akito's claims this whole time will have been correct. If they failed to, however, Ren said that Akito would have to give up the Sohma name. But Akito believed it, she truly believed she was right, that nothing big enough would come between her and the rest of the Juunishi (Tohru has entered the chat). She had to believe it, she just had to. But now, it's evident, between how Haru reacted upon learning about Izusu, Momiji's demeanor after the curse broke, the general way that the rest of the Juunishi float away from Akito, that it isn't true, and with that, she has nothing to hope for.

Upon this realization, Ren bursts into the room, knee-length hair floating around her, eyes crazed, knife in hand, demanding for Akira. Demanding for that box, and whatever contents were inside. In response, Akito fuggin yeeted it at Ren, she didn't give a shit. It flashed back to right before Akira died, and he soothed Akito by saying that, despite dying, he will always be with her. He wanted for Ren to be happy. He wasn't upset that he was dying so soon, he knew that he was just a man who was going to die, but he was happy that he was able to have a child, and to have had that child with Ren, and since that child was special, it was proof that their relationship was a special one. Back to the present, Ren scrambles to the box, tears it open hungrily to find,,, nothing. The box was empty. It'd always been empty, said to have held Akira's soul, but it was mostly just something to help Akito with Akira's passing. Suddenly, Akito grabbed the knife that fell from Ren's hand, poised to stab Ren but then--

Hiro's curse broke. Ren can thank that bond she always scoffed at for saving her life. But hey, now Hiro can hold his baby sister, which is nice. Yay for family moments.

Boo for Akito, because it's just really grinding in that the curse is quickly falling apart, and there's absolutely nothing that she can do about it. Ren taunts Akito, asking if she was trying to kill her. The attendants blow up, one yelling at Ren for making such a scene, taking a knife with her, and another scolds the first for giving Akito that box in the first place, it's stupid! The first attendant said that Akito knew from the start that it was empty, common sense would say that much! (idk man it could've held one last letter from Akira to Akito, a letter wouldn't affect the weight of the box significantly, it's not common sense)

Akito leaves the room, and Kureno follows. Akito says that it was both common sense but also not, that there wasn't anything in the box. She wanted to believe there was a chance that something was in that box, some kind of invisible energy that would help her. But even after opening it, seeing that it was empty, she still held onto it, knowing there wasn't anything. And that was her common sense, that's what she thought. She'd never been given any other way of thinking, of living, so why and how should anyone expect differently? Kureno says that she can start learning now, that that was what he wanted to talk about earlier, that she can't stay here, she'll never be able to move on, to which Akito cuts him off with "Fuggin now, bitch?? You're saying that now?? That doesn't help me! It would have helped in the beginning! But not fucking now!" (which btw is true. i doubt akito was even allowed to go to a public school, that she was schooled within the estate. i really believe that she's never really been outside of the the properties that the Sohma family owns) Then she stabs Kureno, with that knife she's been holding all this time. She reasons with it saying that Kureno's "halfway kindness" has been killing her this whole time, that it can't be fixed by Kureno saying that maybe Akito should go touch some grass. As Akito is running from the scene (more like haggardly stumbling), she continues thinking that it's Kureno's fault, it's not on her, until she remembers what Yuki was saying at the New Year's gathering about blame. It doesn't really fix anything, it just momentarily makes you think that you're not in the wrong. *record scratch* What if it's Akito's fault, then? All of this? What if it's her fault? What if it's the fault of the person who made everyone change? What if it's Tohru's fault?? (dun dun dunnnn)

Meanwhile, back at the other Sohma house (Shigure's house?) Tohru has some confessing to do. Before that though, Kyo has some confessing to do, though not about the same thing. He tells Tohru that he knew her mom before she died, and that he was the reason she died. He tells her that they met when he was really young, and how they had kinda become friends (in that way that people become friends by talking often, but Kyo never told Kyoko his name, because he had some weird thing about having a name so similar). That all fell apart the day that Tohru went missing. He promised that he would find her and rescue her, but after finding that Yuki had done it (the evidence was The Hat), he lashed out, and never talked to Kyoko again. Years later, when he was at the crosswalk, who was beside him but Kyoko, who he recognized instantly. He wasn't sure what to do, whether to say something to her or hold back. He was totally able to grab her arm, get her out of harm's way, but he didn't, he was too scared. (plus yaknow the whole cat thing) He beats himself up about, still to this day. He does the same with his own mom's death. It was his fault that his mom killed herself, she couldn't stand having such a monster as a child. It was too much for her, and she couldn't take any longer. (It wasn't. I won't say that his mom wasn't put under strain for having Kyo, for knowing that he wasn't human, that he turned into a weird monster if his bracelet was taken off, but from what we've seen of his dad, it was probably at least 85-90% his dad's fault. He was too caught up in the politics of the Sohma family, ashamed of the fact that Kyo was the Cat, the worst out of them, that he couldn't even salvage having one of the good freaks to have as a child of his, and he took it all out on his wife and later his son.)

And the book ends on that cheery note. (Why do I say stuff like that why I am I like this)

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Written In The Stars CXLV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

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Chapter Seven: The Chosen Ones.

"Our feet'll be seen!" Hermione complained.

"It doesn't matter," The boy urged her. "Just hurry!"

"Ouch!"

"Shh! Look! He's in there!" Hermione whispered.

Draco Malfoy was at Borgin and Burkes, he had his back turn to them.

"If only we could hear what they're saying!" Hermione lamented.

"We can!" said Ron. "Hang on — damn —"

Ron dropped the boxes he was still holding, Mel was quick to pick them up and scowled at him for bringing them along.

"Thanks," He smiled, handing something to her. "Extendable Ears, look..."

"Fantastic! Oh, I hope the door isn't Imperturbable —"

"No!" said Ron brightly. "Listen!"

"...you know how to fix it?"

"Possibly," said the man. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"

"I can't. It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."

"Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything."

"No? Perhaps this will make you more confident."

Malfoy got closer to the man, and his eyes widened, looking down at whatever the boy was showing.

"Tell anyone," said Malfoy, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."

"There will be no need for —"

"I'll decide that. Well, I'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."

"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"

"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."

"Of course not... sir."

"Not a word to anyone, Borgin, and that includes my mother, understand?"

"Naturally, naturally..."

"What was that about?" whispered Ron.

"Dunno," said Harry. "He wants something mended... and he wants to reserve something in there... Could you see what he pointed at when he said 'that one'?"

"No, he was behind that cabinet —"

"You three stay here," whispered Hermione.

"What are you — ?"

Hermione walked out of the cloak, Mel whimpered.

"Why is she like this?" She groaned.

Ron put the Extendable Ears back in place.

"Hello, horrible morning, isn't it?" Hermione said happily.

Mel grimaced.

"That's exactly why she isn't a Ravenclaw! We should've stopped her..."

"Is this necklace for sale?"

"If you've got one and a half thousand Galleons," said Mr Borgin.

"Oh — er — no, I haven't got quite that much– And... what about this lovely — um — skull?"

"Sixteen Galleons."

"So it's for sale, then? It isn't being... kept for anyone?"

She wanted to march into the shop and drag Hermione out of it, but she couldn't risk being recognized by the man. Not that he'd seen her before, but she didn't know exactly how many people knew her by sight.

"The thing is, that — er — boy who was in here just now, Draco Malfoy, well, he's a friend of mine, and I want to get him a birthday present, but if he's already reserved anything, I obviously don't want to get him the same thing, so... um..."

"Out," Borgin spat. "Get out!"

Mel was glad that was the only thing the man had done, Hermione had taken too many risks walking up to him like that.

"Ah well," said Ron once Hermione was with them. "Worth a try, but you were a bit obvious —"

"Well, next time you can show me how it's done, Master of Mystery!" Hermione hissed.

"You leave the lying to me next time," Mel said. "No offence, 'Mione, but if you ever do such a reckless thing again I'll petrify you and drag you out of the shop myself."

Harry obsessively discussed Malfoy until Ron and Hermione both got sick of listening. Mel wasn't as fixated on it, but she agreed that it was rather suspicious. Erick would participate in the debates, but Mel had the feeling he just found entertaining the way Harry would get all upset about it.

"Malfoy's father's in Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy'd like revenge?" Harry was pacing up and down the room.

"Malfoy, revenge?" Ron raised a brow. "What can he do about it?"

"That's my point, I don't know! But he's up to something and I think we should take it seriously. His father's a Death Eater and —"

Harry stopped, he kept his gaze out the window as if something had just hit him. Erick put the book down, mildly interested.

"I think his brain finally collapsed..."

"Harry?" Hermione approached with caution. "What's wrong?"

"Your scar's not hurting again, is it?" Ron asked.

"No," Mel yawned. "That's the face he makes when he's got an idea..."

"He's a Death Eater," said Harry. "He's replaced his father as a Death Eater!"

"Malfoy?" Ron laughed. "He's sixteen, Harry! You think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join?"

"Regulus Black joined around the same time," Mel replied, thinking about it for a moment. "And it's not exactly 'letting him join' — If Voldemort wants you then you're in."

"You're agreeing with him?" Erick raised a brow.

"It seems very unlikely, guys," said Hermione. "What makes you think — ?"

"In Madam Malkin's. She didn't touch him, but he yelled and jerked his arm away from her when she went to roll up his sleeve. It was his left arm. He's been branded with the Dark Mark."

"Oh!" Mel covered her mouth. "And in Borgin and Burkes he showed something to Borgin and he looked really frightened!"

"Exactly!" Harry said.

"Well..." said Ron.

"I'm not sure..."

"Yeah, I still don't reckon You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join..."

Mel stood up, both Hermione and Ron flinched, but she didn't notice.

"I doubt Malfoy asked for a place, but his father messed up his mission, half of Voldemort's followers ended up in Azkaban or injured because of him."

"I wouldn't put past him actually wanting to join, though," Harry commented. "We know he enjoys watching other people suffer."

Mel turned to look at Erick, asking him to give his opinion. Erick's cheeks turned pink, he cleared his throat and shrugged.

"Voldemort's too smart to chose Malfoy as a close follower, don't you think?"

Mel picked up a bunch of dirty clothes to take them to the laundry room. Harry picked up his own and walked out at the same time.

"I know we're right," He told her.

"I didn't agree with you to make you a favour," She blurted out.

"I know," He shrugged. "I still appreciate it, though."

Ginny walked into them, holding her own pile of clean clothes.

"I wouldn't go in the kitchen just now," She raised a brow. "There's a lot of Phlegm around."

"We'll be careful not to slip in it," Harry replied playfully.

"Don't call her that!" Mel looked over her shoulder at Ginny as she left the landing.

"Sorry!" Ginny apologized with a taunting smile.

Mel locked eyes with Harry, he had a teasing smirk on his face. "Oh, shut up, Glasses."

"I'm not talking! C'mon..."

"... Bill and I 'ave almost decided on only two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabrielle will look very sweet together. I am thinking of dressing them in pale gold — pink would of course be 'orrible with Ginny's 'air —"

"Ah, children!" Mrs Weasley greeted them. "Good, I wanted to explain about the security arrangements for the journey to Hogwarts tomorrow. We've got Ministry cars again, and there will be Aurors waiting at the station —"

"Is Tonks going to be there?" asked Harry.

"No, I don't think so, she's been stationed somewhere else from what Arthur said."

"She has let 'erself go, that Tonks," Fleur said distractedly, she was feeding Regulus and seemed to be enjoying it a lot. "A big mistake if you ask —"

"Now, Fleur," Emily walked into the room, holding a basket. "You don't want to be one of those women that gossip, do you? Makes you sound like an old lady."

Fleur seemed utterly shocked at this statement.

"Yes, thank you," said Mrs Weasley, frowning a bit at Emily's comment. "You'd better get on, dears, I want the trunks ready tonight, if possible, so we don't have the usual last-minute scramble."

"Are you coming with us, mum?" Mel asked, leaning over Fleur to give her brother a kiss on the forehead.

"I always do, love," The woman replied, lovingly staring at her children.

"Hey, Glasses," She told Harry as they approached the barrier. "I know you're sad about not being an Auror, but if I'm honest they don't look like a cheerful lot, do they?"

"Tonks used to be cheerful," Harry offered doubtfully.

"Quick, quick, through the barrier," said Mrs Weasley. "Harry and Mel better go first, with —"

Each Auror picked a kid and seized them.

"I can walk, thanks," Harry grumbled, moving away from his guard.

Mel was a bit more polite and pushed away gently. Both went through the barrier closely followed by their guards, and platform nine and three-quarters quickly welcomed them, loud, bright, and full of friendly faces.

Harry told the group to look for a compartment together.

"We can't, Harry," said Hermione. "We've got to go to the prefects' carriage first and then patrol the corridors for a bit."

"Oh, right," Erick blinked. "I'm Headboy — I have to give you instructions..."

"You'd better get straight on the train, all of you, you've only got a few minutes to go," said Mrs Weasley. "Well, have a lovely term, Ron..."

Emily hugged her one last time, Mel said goodbye to both, her and Regulus, Erick did the same.

"Mr Weasley, can I have a quick word?" said Harry.

"Of course," Mr Weasley followed Harry with an expression of polite surprise.

Emily stared at her and Erick looking for an explanation, Erick was about to talk but Mel spoke over him.

"He just wants to make sure you'll be safe. He's been having nightmares, you see..."

Emily didn't look convinced. "Please, behave this year, Mel."

"I don't intend to cause trouble," She smiled. "I have work to do."

"Try not to —"

"I'll try my best to not spend every day studying, yes," She replied with amusement. "Take care, Mum."

Harry came back right before the train started to leave the station, Emily hurriedly bid him goodbye and he closed the door behind him.

"Now, dears, you're coming to us for Christmas, it's all fixed with Dumbledore, so we'll see you quite soon," said Mrs Weasley through the window. "You make sure you look after yourself and — be good and — stay safe!"

When the train left the station completely, Mel and Harry were left alone.

"What did you tell Mr Weasley?"

"To take a look at Malfoy's house. Why?"

"Just wanted to know," She shrugged. "If we're doing this 'chosen one' thing together, I think we should inform each other about our doings on that matter... you know, I told you about the death eaters that I fought during the mission and all..."

"Right," Harry looked away. "I think we should talk to Dumbledore first, Mel, before we make any big decisions."

Mel frowned. "Are you trying to push me out of this again?"

"I know better," Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying... we're not sure your idea will work."

"Has a Dumbledore ever been wrong?"

"Hey, there's Ginny," He said, walking away from the conversation.

Mel was used to the way people would stare at them, the younger would press their faces against the windows and point. She, in true Dumbledore fashion, smiled politely and pretended not to mind, Harry, on the other hand, looked terribly uncomfortable, but maybe that had to do with their conversation. When they got to Ginny he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Fancy trying to find a compartment with us?"

"I can't, Harry, I said I'd meet Dean," said Ginny. "See you later."

"Right," Harry watched her leave with a small frown.

Ginny's friends were still all there, and they were ogling at Harry as if he were a Pygmy Puff.

"Hi, Harry!" said a voice from behind them.

"Neville!" They said in unison.

"Hello," Luna was there as well, right behind Neville.

"Luna, hi, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you."

"Quibbler still going strong, then?" asked Harry, looking down at the magazine she was holding.

"Oh yes, circulation's well up!"

"Let's find seats..."

Harry urged them forward, Mel's friends would wave at her as she walked past, she felt a bit uneasy, wondered if they were genuinely happy to see her or if it had to do with their fame.

"They're even staring at us!" said Neville once they entered an empty compartment. "Because we're with you!"

"They're staring at you because you were at the Ministry too," said Harry. "Our little adventure there was all over the Daily Prophet, you must've seen it."

"Yes, I thought Gran would be angry about all the publicity," said Neville, "but she was really pleased. Says I'm starting to live up to my dad at long last. She bought me a new wand, look! Cherry and unicorn hair! We think it was one of the last Ollivander ever sold, he vanished next day — oi, come back here, Trevor!"

He jumped out and got under the seat to retrieve his pet.

"Nice to hear that," Mel said delightedly. "You know, I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess it's true, all of you must be popular now! Erick must be having the time of his life..."

"Are we still doing D.A. meetings this year?" Luna asked them.

"No point now we've got rid of Umbridge, is there?" said Harry, sitting down next to Mel.

"I liked the D.A.! I learned loads with you!" Neville pouted, crawling out of the seat.

"I enjoyed the meetings too," said Luna. "It was like having friends."

"You do know we're your friends, right?" Mel asked in amusement, then she frowned. "Unless it's you who don't consider us friends..."

Before Luna could reply, a group of fourth-year girls all clambered outside their compartment, giggling and arguing.

"You ask them!"

"No, you!"

"I'll do it!" One of the girls opened their door and stepped in. "Hi, Harry, I'm Romilda, Romilda Vane. Why don't you and Mel join us in our compartment? You don't have to sit with them," She glanced at Neville's butt, who was once again looking for Trevor, and Luna, who was now wearing her Spectrespecs.

Harry and Mel shared a look.

"They're friends of ours," He said.

"You're welcome to stay, though," Mel smiled, although her gaze was saying the opposite. "You might learn a thing or two from them — like manners."

"Er... I don't think we..." Romilda blinked, clearly embarrassed. "Okay... see you..."

"People expect you to have cooler friends than us," said Luna when the girls were out of earshot.

"You are cool," Harry shrugged. "None of them was at the Ministry. They didn't fight with me."

"Erick counts as one of your friends, then?" Mel smirked. "You just called him cool."

Harry glared at her, but it was playful. He sighed dramatically.

"Well, he did risk his life to help us... although he still annoys me," Mel swatted his arm lightly and he laughed. "Yeah, we're friends."

"I've had my own share of 'cool friends'," She added, looking back at Luna. "None of them are as clever or interesting as you."

"That's a very nice thing to say," Luna smiled.

"We didn't face him, though," Neville crawled out again, this time holding Trevor. "You did. You should hear my gran talk about you. 'Those Potter and Dumbledore got more backbone than the whole Ministry of Magic put together!' She'd give anything to have you as grandchildren..."

Harry and Mel remained silent, both thinking about how Neville could've been the boy in the prophecy. Harry asked about Neville's O.W.L.'s and he happily started to list them.  Harry had an absent expression, Mel did her best to keep the conversation flowing, although she was having a hard time concentrating when she also had her mind on what they'd talked about with Dumbledore.

"You know, Nev," Mel brushed the dust out of his clothes. "I'll need your help to keep up with Herbology. Can you believe it was my lowest O.W.L? I can't keep a plant alive no matter what I do!"

"Sure thing, if you help me with Charms," He looked at Harry. "You all right, Harry? You look funny."

"Sorry — I —"

"Wrackspurt got you?" asked Luna.

"I — what?"

"A Wrackspurt... They're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy — I thought I felt one zooming around in here."

Mel covered her grin while the boys hurriedly started talking about Quidditch, at that she joined happily. Ron and Hermione entered the compartment a few hours later.

"Wish the lunch trolley would hurry up, I'm starving... Hi, Neville. Hi, Luna. Guess what?" Ron turned to them. "Malfoy's not doing prefect duty. He's just sitting in his compartment with the other Slytherins, we saw him when we passed."

"What did he do when he saw you?" Harry inquired.

"The usual," Ron lifted his middle finger with disinterest and shrugged. "Not like him, though, is it? Well — that is," He lifted his middle finger again. "But why isn't he out there bullying first years?"

"Dunno," said Harry, his eyes fixed on the door.

"Bet his father won't hear about that — Wait he can't talk to his father, he's in Azkaban," Mel snorted, Hermione gave her a severe look. "Perhaps he refuses to obey Erick? Where is he, by the way?"

"Still on duty," Hermione said. "He's the Headboy, he's got lots of responsibilities now, but it looks like he's warming up to them!"

"Of course he is, it was his lifelong dream, wasn't it?" Ron raised a brow. "Although he doesn't look as pleased as I would've imagined," He leaned forward, looking worried. "He got a few nasty comments from some Slytherins. I think he's fallen out of their grace."

"It does look like it," Hermione sighed. "But he's gained everyone else's! You should've seen the way other Prefects were looking at him, it felt like we were standing next to some kind of royalty!"

"He's still Slytherin's Prince, then," Mel smirked. "Even if Malfoy and the lot refuse to admit it —"

"I'm supposed to deliver these to Neville Longbottom, Mel Dumbledore, and Harry P-Potter," A little girl abruptly interrupted, standing outside the compartment and holding three scrolls of parchment.

As soon as they grabbed them, the girl rushed out.

"What is it?" Ron frowned.

"An invitation," said Harry.

"Brilliant," Mel said, and she felt genuinely curious about it.

'Mel,

Professor H. E. F. Slughorn'

"Who's Professor Slughorn?" asked Neville.

"New teacher," said Harry. "Well, I suppose we'll have to go, won't we?"

"But what does he want me for?" asked Neville anxiously.

"No idea — Listen," He looked at Neville and Mel, "let's go under the Invisibility Cloak, then we might get a good look at Malfoy on the way, see what he's up to."

They didn't get to use it, though. The halls were packed with people, and they would get even fuller whenever the students noticed them. At some point, they ran into Cho Chang and Marietta, who was still showing a faint 'SNEAK' across her forehead. Mel caught Harry smirking at the sight and she scolded him, he immediately looked away.

"She was only trying to protect her family! That's no way to treat your ex-girlfriend's —"

"It's not like I dated her for long," He grumbled.

Mel decided not to comment, they reached Slughorn's compartment in no time, he'd already found his new group of promising students.

"Harry, m'boy!" Slughorn jumped to his feet. "Good to see you, good to see you! Same goes for you, Miss Dumbledore! And you must be Mr Longbottom!"

Erick was there too. She sat next to him, Neville and Harry occupied the last seats available. Apart from them she also recognized Blaise Zabini and, to her surprise, Ginny. Her eyes moved a bit further to the left and she groaned.

"Now, do you know everyone?" Slughorn asked. "Well I know for certain you know Erick Flint, Blaise Zabini is in your year, of course — This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you've come across each other — ? No?"

Mel and Erick replied with low grumbles. Cormac had been the boy who had asked her out on a dare two years ago, and she wasn't fond of him. Erick disliked him too, given that they were from the same year.

"— and this is Marcus Belby, I don't know whether..? And this charming young lady tells me she knows you!" Ginny looked at them with a grimace. "Well now, this is most pleasant. A chance to get to know you all a little better. Here, take a napkin. I've packed my own lunch; the trolley, as I remember it, is heavy on licorice wands, and a poor old man's digestive system isn't quite up to such things... Pheasant, Belby?"

The boy gave a start and grabbed a bit fearfully.

"I was just telling young Marcus here that I had the pleasure of teaching his Uncle Damocles... Outstanding wizard, outstanding, and his Order of Merlin most well-deserved. Do you see much of your uncle, Marcus? Anapneo," said Slughorn, who'd taken the poor boy by surprise and now he was choking.

"Not... not much of him, no."

"Well, of course, I daresay he's busy," said Slughorn calmly. "I doubt he invented the Wolfsbane Potion without considerable hard work!"

"I suppose..." said Belby. "Er... he and my dad don't get on very well, you see, so I don't really know much about..."

Slughorn turned to McLaggen.

"Now, you, Cormac. I happen to know you see a lot of your Uncle Tiberius, because he has a rather splendid picture of the two of you hunting nogtails in, I think, Norfolk?"

"Oh, yeah, that was fun, that was. We went with Bertie Higgs and Rufus Scrimgeour — this was before he became Minister, obviously —"

Erick and Mel rolled their eyes at his story, although everyone seemed to miss it.

"Ah, you know Bertie and Rufus too?" beamed Slughorn, now offering around a small tray of pies. Belby was missed out. "Now tell me..."

Everyone was thoroughly interviewed so Slughorn could double-check whether they were worthy or not. Once he finished with Erick ('Headboy! Eliot would be proud of you no doubt!'), he moved his attention to her and Harry.

"And now," Slughorn shifted excitedly. "Harry Potter! Where to begin? I feel I barely scratched the surface when we met over the summer! 'The Chosen One,' they're calling you now!"

Harry just stared at him, waiting.

"Of course, there have been rumours for years... I remember when — well — after that terrible night — Lily — James — Matthew– and you survived — and the word was that you must have powers beyond the ordinary —"

Zabini let out a sarcastic scoff.

"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so talented... at posing..." Ginny glared.

"Oh dear!" chuckled Slughorn. "You want to be careful, Blaise! I saw this young lady perform the most marvelous Bat-Bogey Hex as I was passing her carriage! I wouldn't cross her!"

"So that's why Ginny got recruited?" Mel whispered.

"I was there," Erick smirked. "I'll never forget it."

"Anyway," Slughorn continued. "Such rumors this summer. Of course, one doesn't know what to believe, the Prophet has been known to print inaccuracies, make mistakes — but there seems little doubt, given the number of witnesses, that there was quite a disturbance at the Ministry and that you were there in the thick of it all!"

Harry merely nodded.

"So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond — you were there, then? But the rest of the stories — so sensational, of course, one doesn't know quite what to believe — this fabled prophecy, for instance —"

"We never heard a prophecy," Neville said.

"That's right," Ginny added. "Neville and I were both there too, Erick as well, and all this 'Chosen One' rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual."

"You were both there too, were you?" Slughorn's smiled grew.

"Professor," Mel spoke, leaning forward. "Trusting other people's word without any proof can be dangerous. Look at what happened last year, when everyone believed Fudge..."

"Yes... well... it is true that the Prophet often exaggerates, of course..." Slughorn said. "Sharp mind you got there, Miss Dumbledore! You sound wise beyond your years, must be those genes in you... I've heard your uncle has been giving you private lessons since your first year!"

Mel smiled politely, she tilted her head and spoke with a hint of amusement.

"Nothing too impressive. My father died before I could talk to him, he's just passing the help my father wanted to give me."

Harry did a strange noise then, Mel looked at him but Harry was quick to recover, he looked away and refused to meet her gaze for the rest of the trip.

Slughorn nodded. "Kind of him indeed... and you're the last woman of that family, aren't you? The things I've heard about the Dumbledore women through the years!"

"All... all interesting I bet," Mel continued, a bit lost. "I know it's not my place, Professor, but surely you don't give much credit to those stories? I know Professor Dumbledore chose you for a reason... so you must be smarter than that."

Whether if Slughorn was insulted by her comment or not, he didn't show it, but if he wanted to verify she was worthy of his attention she'd make sure he'll have to work hard for a concrete answer. At least this way she'd secure he would continue to be interested, which was exactly what her uncle wanted.

"I'm glad that's over," muttered Neville once they were out of the compartment. "Strange man, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he is a bit," Harry admitted. "How come you ended up in there, Ginny?"

"He saw me hex Zacharias Smith. You remember that idiot from Hufflepuff who was in the D.A.? He kept on and on asking about what happened at the Ministry and in the end he annoyed me so much I hexed him — when Slughorn came in I thought I was going to get detention, but he just thought it was a really good hex and invited me to lunch! Mad, eh?"

"I can't believe I missed that!" Mel complained.

"You can 'read my mind' later, I won't stop thinking about it until I die," Erick grinned.

"Better reason for inviting someone than because their mother's famous," Harry muttered, following Zabini with his eyes, "or their uncle..."

"Thanks," Erick and Mel said in unison. "What?" They asked again, looking at each other.

"He didn't invite you because of someone you know!" Mel exclaimed. "He did it because you're smart and talented!"

"Like he cares about my grades," Erick rolled his eyes. "He did it because I got most of my Grandad's money."

"Well at least he doesn't think you're some sort of endangered creature," Mel huffed. "You saw how he looked at me? 'The last woman in your family' — I'll gladly drop dead if it means people'll stop calling me the Dumbledore girl..."

"You don't mean that," Erick looked genuinely alarmed. "We need you alive, you know it."

"I–I know," She restrained herself from making a joke. "I didn't mean that —" She looked away, Harry was gone. "Hey, where's Glasses?"

"He said he'd see us later," Ginny raised a brow. "He put on his cloak."

"Couldn't wait a day before getting in trouble?" Mel groaned.

"That's Potter for you," Erick replied with a sigh.

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[nuttytani]

Hi uwu so like if it’s OKaY can you plz do a hcnfor the Ikevamp boys when mc does the tik tok challenge “walking in on your boyfriend naked” and it doesn’t matter if it’s nsfw, or anything else just whatever you prefer thanks uwu💞✨

a/n: I actually had to search this challenge up 😂😂 I'm not a tiktok person but hmm– this is interesting xD. I made it a modern au because... No way MC knows about the #nakeychallenge in 19th century and it'd not end well especially since others live in the mansion 😳 + the characters are living in their own apartment/house in this hc

tw: nsfw

characters: isaac , mozart, arthur, f!reader

Isaac

• you didn't have some sexy time with Isaac for weeks and wanted to do something...fun and special~ aha! That's when you think back on a conversation

• some time ago you were chatting with your best friend.They were telling you about how they did the new trending nakey challenge on their partner

• so you decided why not try it on Isaac tonight~ the sooner the better am I right? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Isaac had been real busy with work and with this pandemic going on he had to work from home

• meaning he'd be cooped up in your(and his) office room

• you got rid of your clothes in the bathroom and threw on a robe

• you softly padded to the room as you meekly called out his name

• "hmm...wait a sec ___ , let me finish this up" "Isaac~ look here!"

• "wha– OH ...oh " the literal description of jaw on the floor

• he turned a beautiful shade of apple

• "you'll catch a cold– put on something!"

• you whined and gently straddled his hips and whispered into his ears that made him growl

• sheep's façade out the window

• he pulled you closer and grabbed your thighs as he gently raked his fangs along your shoulder

• he lightly sucked on your nape and left you with a pretty red mark , he got rewarded by your soft mewls~ it sounded like angels singing to him

• you helped him unbutton his shirt and later on get rid of his restricting pants

• both of you were eating each other out wildly like there was no tomorrow

• all the pent up sex came flooding out

• it got hot and heavy extremely fast, thankfully there was a bed in the corner

• ended up having many rounds as both of your sweet moans resounded and harmonised

Mozart

• This musician boy has a high libido , gets turned on real quick but always keeps it in check

• y'all probably have intimate sessions quite regularly because he can't resist you lil cutie~

• you wanted to see Mozzy's shocked face

• It had been long since you last pranked him, what can be the best thing? Ahh yes~ the new challenge on tiktok ( although you won't post it there cuz dat embarrassing !)

• best part is Mozart rarely checks up social media so he doesn't know the trends (except for music ofc xD)

• he was in the kitchen , making some midnight tea to relax~

• you quietly creeped up on him and hugged his back

• allowing your towel to gently land on the tiled floor

• Mozart huffed and turned to face you, his first reaction "Pikachu face" but he cooled his expression to a seductive smirk~

• "What are you trying to do? Do you even know what'll happen if you look at me that way?" He whispered in your ear and kissed from your jaw till your hands

• he gently took them and kissed along your knuckles

• you could feel tingles across your body each time he kissed them

• "I hope you're ready for a long night ___~ because we won't be leaving the bed anytime soon"

• he pulled you up to the counter and started kissing you as he gently massaged your hips

• wanton.hurried.kisses

• ehem– que some hot love making sessions on the kitchen counter then in bed. Spoiler alert you couldn't get out of bed the next day due to exhaustion and your legs felt weak

• let's not forget your hoarse voice from all the screaming– I'll leave the details to your imagination ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ

Arthur

• Do I even need to explain about this old chap? He.is.horney.24.hours.period

• don't be fooled by his expression, he's as turned on as you– but he just has the best poker face

• Now Arthur and you are sprawled on the bed while watching some late night television

• you got bored of it so picked up your phone and started checking your mails and notification

�� Theo; your good friend sent you the nakeychallenge that's been going viral

• you thought hey~ why not try it on Arthur? You wanted to pull the reverse uno card and surprise him; since he's always successful in making you a stuttering mess

• You languidly jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom in your shared room

• Arthur was too engrossed to even notice you were gone

• discarding your night slip inside, you sensually came out as you called out his name

• Shock was written on his face then a cute blush, he quickly smiled and ran to you

• picking you up in a bridal style as he walked over to your bed

• He kissed you like you were air, gently placing you on the soft mattresses as he stripped off his clothes as well

• he almost literally pounced on you– no joke

• grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you flush against him and threw your legs over his shouder ( his favourite position because he can see your cute erotic expressions and kiss you too~)

• he left many hickeys on your chest and shoulders

• Sweet love making sessions (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

• Both of you were drowning in sex with no break

• Vicky barged in a couple of times that you both had to close the door 

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[papergirllife]

The Heartbreaks That Led To You.

Zhong Chenle.

Being the daughter of a millionaire was hard. Other than going to formal functions every other weekend.

This Saturday's event was as usual grand in every aspect. My father always brings me to these formals so that I could ' socialise ' with their sons so that he could secure his deals more fluently.

After talking to the business men my father introduce me to, I went to look for my boyfriend.

" Joy, have you seen Jason? "

" I think he went to the garden's direction. "

" Okay, thanks. "

I walked out to the garden to see fairy lights hung from tree to tree, illuminating the night sky in a soft glow.

I heard voices behind some tall bushes on my left. I walked along the plants to see that a gazebo with brightly lit lanterns sat behind the hedge.

What made me stop in my tracks were the people sitting in the gazebo.

It was Jason and a girl I didn't know, and they were making out.

I quickly ducked back behind the tall hedge before they could see me.

I walked back to the banquet hall with my head hung low.

It wasn't the first time my boyfriends cheated on me, they usually date me just for the sake of my father's wealth, not for me as a person.

I stopped in front of the large mirror of the hallway.

I'm not drop dead gorgeous, but I'm not ugly either. Then why do all the guys I date still replace me as easily as wearing new clothes?

Loyalty is even rarer than diamonds these days. At least my puppy, MinMin still thinks I'm the best.

I saw Joy by the bar and walked up to her.

" Can you tell my father that I suddenly felt ill and went back home? "

" You looked fine just now. "

" Jason's cheating on me. "

" Do I need to hire a hitman for you hun? "

" No, but thanks. I'm used to this by now. "

" You want me to come with? "

" No, it's fine. You should enjoy the party. "

" Call me when you get home okay? "

" Will do. "

I downed a glass of whisky before exiting the venue.

I took my phone from my Gucci clutch, dialing the number one on my speed dial.

" Hello? "

" Chenle? Can you come pick me up? It's a code red. "

" A name like Jason is always a douche bag, Y/N. Don't be so sad about it, he wasn't hot anyways. "

" I know, that's why I need you to cheer me up now. "

" Be there in 10. "

" 10? How fast does your driver drive ? "

" I just got my license. See you there. "

He hung up before I got to question his driving skills, guess I'll just have to see for myself. Just hope that we don't crash.

It rained as I waited for Chenle to pick me up. I cursed at myself for not bringing an umbrella.

A white coloured Tesla stopped at the parking lot as my phone rang.

" Wait for me at the lobby. The floor's too slippery for your heels. "

" It's fine Chenle...

" No buts. "

He hung up before I could argue further with him.

Chenle stepped out of the driver's seat, a large umbrella in hand.

" I bought your favourite snacks before I came. Hop on. It's too slippery for your tiny Jimmy Choos. "

" It's fine Lele. "

" No it's not. Now get up before you get a cold from standing out in the cold this long. "

I climbed up onto Chenle's warm welcoming back.

" Take the umbrella Y/N. "

Chenle walked towards his car carefully and opened the passenger door. Instead of telling me to step down, he laid me down the seat slowly, even making the effort to check if my dress was all in the car before closing the door.

Suddenly it felt Chenle wasn't my friend since forever, rather an angel sent from haven for me at moments like these.

' Stop having these thoughts Y/N. You've known him since your diaper days, he's just like a brother. ' I thought to myself.

" Give me your phone. " Chenle said as he settled into the driver's seat.

I handed him my phone wordlessly, thinking he just wanted to check the traffic condition on the application in my phone.

Instead he did the unthinkable.

" Hello? Is this Jason? Y/N will never see you again. I will be sending back all your belongings first thing tomorrow. And for your wellbeing, do not let me see your ugly face. "

I looked at him, dumbfounded that he did something so extreme. He never did anything like this before, yes he was sad and understanding when I went through break ups, but never calling and mind you, threatening any of my exes.

He drove the car silently, only the radio playing in the background softly. I didn't dare to question him.

Chenle opened the door to his unit, ushering me into house cosy home. The view of Seoul's night sky greeted me, no matter how many times I've seen it, it still seems breathtaking to me.

I walked into Chenle's bathroom to wash up for the night, he bought a replica of everything I use at home for us to have sleepovers.

In many ways Chenle's condominium felt like a home more than the house I grew up in, I have always felt a sense of security here.

After washing up, I slipped into one of Chenle's sweaters, hanging my dress in his closet.

I padded to Chenle's bed and slipped under the warm blankets. Not long after, I felt Chenle climbing into bed.

His warm presence of body heat made me drift off to sleep in peace.

I woke up in cold sweat, the scene from tonight replaying in my dreams in an endless cycle.

I slipped out of the expensive blanket, taking shakey steps to the balcony, sitting cross legged facing the illuminated night sky of Seoul.

I looked at the vast city below me.

' Is there really no one made for me in this populated metropolis ? '

Suddenly, soft footsteps interrupted my 3 a.m. thoughts.

" Why are you out of bed ? " I turned around to see Chenle taking a seat next to me.

" Bad dreams. "

" You shouldn't sit on the cold marble floor when the heating isn't turned on. "

" It's fine. "

I leaned my head on Chenle's shoulder, embracing the warmth he was emitting.

" You don't have to keep telling me you're fine when you aren't, Y/N. "

I didn't know what triggered me. Maybe it was Chenle's words or just the feeling of loneliness, but I started breaking down.

I didn't know when, but when I looked up from sobbing behind my hands, Chenle already had his arms wrapped around me.

" It's okay. I'm here. "

" Why don't any of the guys I date stay, Lele? Am I that ugly ? Am I not a person who's nice to be with ? "

" What? No! How can you say that ?! "

" Then why are every one of them walking out of my life ? "

" Y/N, you date guys who are heirs of leading companies in the world. Yes, they're rich. Yes, they can give you the financial security you had your whole life. As well as all the Diors and Chanels you want. But they can never, ever give you loyalty. The one thing that doesn't cost a cent. If you ask me, loyalty is as rare as the pink diamonds in your mom's safe. "

" Does that mean I'll end up lonely and single like my great aunt ? "

" Y/N, just because the guys you meet at your father's parties are trash, doesn't mean the whole male population is. You want a guy that can give you all the Guccis in the world and his loyalty, your exes can't, but I can. "

At his sudden confession, I stopped my crying out of shock.

" Chenle, I...

" No. Don't. I know you don't like me. I've always loved you, since we were kids. Fuck, why did I even tell you that ? "

Chenle pulled away, his warmth slipping away as well.

He curled up into a ball, his back facing me, he was heaving sobs as bad as the ones I had the few hours prior.

My heart felt a crack from what was playing in front of me. That's when I knew, it's always been Chenle.

The times we laughed and cried together, the good times and the hard, the feelings we felt. We were meant to be together.

Now I feel utterly stupid. Instead of chasing fuckboys , I should've realised who I was leaving behind.

" Lele. I love you too. "

He looked up, he looked at me with doubt in his eyes.

I scooted to his spot and hugged him close to me, closer than the many other friendly embraces we had.

I tighten my arms around his waist, and planted my head on his shoulder, to let him know that I'm not leaving, never again.

" It'll take time to adjust from a friendship to a relationship, but I'll prove it to you. "

" You don't have to, Y/N. I think you'll stay this time. "

I placed a soft kiss on his cheek and wiped the tears on his face.

" Can you do me one favour though ? "

" Depends. "

" Stop wearing bucket hats when you're with me. You look cute in them, but your face just gives me the uwus. "

" Only if you'll stop calling yourself ugly. "

" I'll try. "

" Don't worry. I'll always be there too reminde you how beautiful you are. "

" I bet I look like crap now from all the crying. "

" Still no. Now let's get some sleep. My cleaners are going to clear out the trash in your house tomorrow. "

" I want cuddles. "

" And cuddles you'll get. "

Needless to say your ex woke up to his things being stored in trash bins along with a rotten fish or two stuffed between his clothes.

[joongieatz]

Dangerous ; Hitoshi Shinsou Bad boy AU

MOVED -> @lunasaizawa

a/n ; So.. I got this Idea from a Tik Tok I saw a few days ago, it looked like Shinsous is a real bad boy while Denki is a cute and innocent little boy.. So here is a Shinsou Bad Boy x fem! Reader! uwu

Summary ; No one though that the cutest girl of the U.A would be in a relationship with the school's biggest bad boy, Hitsoshi Shinsou.

Pairing ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

Word count ; 2040 words

Genre ; Fluff, Bad Boy AU, slight Drama ➵ Wanrings ; none

Another day of secrets and no love, it started to annoy you that you couldn't be seen with your boyfriend. You mother would be strict against this relationship, she says Shinsou would be a toxic and inappropriate boy, for your innocent and cute self.

See.. your boyfriend is Hitsoshi Shinsou, one of the biggest bad boys of your school, how you two ended up together? Well.. You started to get a interest in his mysterious and bay boy self. So you started to run after him, even though he told you not to, but you being yourself, you didn't listen to him.

At some point you noticed how much more actractive he is for you, that's when you noticed that you started to get feelings for this purple haired bad boy.

When you told him the first time he declined to be your boyfriend, but after you keept insisting for him to be your boyfriend, he gave up and finally agreed to be with you. Under one condition, no one get's to know of you two, because he is to scared that some other idiots would hit on you or hurt you, as an revenge.

And that's how it is today, no one knows about this realationship, except for Aizawa, he caught both of you hugging at the back of the school shortly before Shinsous training with Aizawa was supposed to start. He is the only person that supports you two at the moment, he actually thinks it's cute for Shinsou to have such a innocent and shy girl like you, he sees it, that your good for him and could keep him out of trouble one or another time.

"I hate it..! I want to be able to hug, hold hands and kiss you whenever I want! Not only when we're all alone or just Aizawa is around..!" You tell Shinsou furious, but also sad and close to crying. "Babe.. calm down please.." Shinsou sighs, taking a hold of you at your hips and pulling you against his frame, that is leaning on the wall. Silent and your quit sobbing is all that is between you right now, Shinsou is trying to find the right words to encourage you, that everythings gonna be fine again. His arms softly sneak around your waist to hold you against his frame, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"I know it's hard, you don't know how much I want to kiss you when I see you in the hallway or when we have P.E..." Is what he tells you, taking a little break before he continues: "..But you know, when someone beside Aizawa Sensei is to know about us, we will most likely have to break up, your friends hate me, same as your parents.." Are his soft, but sad words.

Shinsou may seem like the biggest bad boy ever, which he is, but that doesn't mean that he isn't a total softy and loveable person.

"I know... still... I don't want to hide anymore... I want to be together with you forever and I don't care if I have to run away with you so that can be possible, I would do that!" You tell him, looking into his soft purple eyes, while his stare into your [Eye color]. "Your parents would kill me then..!" Comes out of Shinsous mouth with a little laugh, oh how you love his laugh. "I would protect you!" Again a little laugh from your purple haired boyfriend. "Before that happens we would have run away already.." He softly says, laying his forehead against yours. "Let's get going, before anyone sees us.." Are his words, before he lays his lips on your really soft ones.

The kiss goes on for longer than you intended it to. Shinsou pulled you flush against him, sneaking his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your behind, giving it a soft squeeze. That made you gasp, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. On your side of things, you placed your arms around his neck and your hands into his hair, playing with it and making it look even more tousled.

You're the to pull away from him, gasping for air from this heated kiss. Shinsou on the other hand starts to kiss down your lips, to your jaw and from your jaw to your neck, placing a few hidden hickeyw here and there, after he unbuttoned your blouse.

"Shinsou... stop.. We have to get going.." You mumble, groaning when his lips leave your neck, you two never got over the 'heated make out and petting' stuff at this point, still the pleasure and lust just a few kisses from him give you, is breath taking. "We'll continue that later when we're are my home alone.." He shows you one of his famous smirks, while he fixes his hair. "See you later baby~" He smirks at you, giving you one last kiss, before he gets away into school again.

A small sigh leaves your throat, you two are always doing stuff like that, sneaking around, kissing, holding hands and then leaving till you two are either home alone at your or his house.

The probably craziest thing he ever did was, to sneak out at 1 am, come over to you, climb in through your window, while you parents where down stairs watching TV, and spending the night at your place. That was still in the beginning of your realationship, but since then he does that quit often.

Getting back to your class, Ochako Ochako immediately asks you, where you went and she was scared a villain kidnapped you.. out of the school.

"I'm fine Ochako... I meet up with.. a friend!" You tell her, smiling at her while sitting down at your table and lookinc out of the window, seeing the general education class, in which Shinsou is, have P.E today, which means you two don't have P.E together till maybe next week.

The lesson with Aizawa you had right now, was going on smothly, till at some point everyone, excluding you and Aizawa, got a message on their, phone, the first few started to gasp and look wildly at you, making you look at the persons phone who is sittinf next to you, what you saw made you shake in fear.

"You are together with Shinsou? That asshole?!" Denki is the first one to speak up, making you look at him. "I though we told you to not get involved with him!" Are Ochakos words, your eyes started to get watery. "Class calm down! Right now!" Erupts Aizawas loud voice from the front of the class, while he is holding a students phone, looking at the photo of you and Shinsou kissing.

"I-I... n-need to go.." You tell Aizawa, who wanted to stop you, but it was to late, you where already out of the class and on the way to the girls bathroom. Not even apologising when you bumped into someone, but that someone turns out to be your boyfriend Shinsou, getting a hold of your wrist, stopping you from running away and pulling you against him again.

"Hey..! Calm down, I'm here, it's gonna be alright..." Shinsous soft voice is so close, but still so far for you. You were crying hysterically with no end. That was till your sobs and quit screams werw cut of by Shinsous soft lips. "Look at me.. I'm here.. You're alright.." Shinsou tells you, having his soft hands on your cheeks and finally being able to get you to calm down.

"W-What if my parents s-see that..?" Are your words, while Shinsou softly shakes his head. "Don't think about that, we'll ask Aizawa for help, he will helps us, trust me.." Shinsou assures you, making you nod you head. "Come.. we'll go to the teachers room and wait for Aizawa there, we will explain what happened to whoever is there, at this point it doesn't matter anymore." Is what Shinsou tells you, taking your hand in his and while walking to the room, he always had a firm grip on your hand.

On the way you noticed that Shinsou was still in his trainings uniform, what probably means he immediately came to you and probably get's a serious talk with his teacher later, for just running away, but that he doesn't care for that and cares more about you, makes you fall in love all over again.

"I will do whatever I can to help you two, but I can't promise anything.." Aizawa looks at the both of you, while Yamada stands behind him, being the person in the teachers room, you two talked to. "Thank you.." Shinsou sighs, still holding your hand, while running a hand through his own hair.

He silently looks at you, thinking about what to do now. "I'll take you home today, we'll talk to you parents." You gasp at Shinsous words, never would you've though that he was willing to tell your parents himself. "They'll tell us to break up! I don't want that Toshi.." You cry out, the two teacher looking at you with sadness, while your boyfriend stands up, says goodbye to both of them and pulls you out of the room.

"Stop! I-I don't want to b-break up..!" You start to cry now, something you know Shinsou hates so much. He stops in his tracks and looks at you over his shoulder. "Don't you think it's better we tell them, than them hearing of it through other parents..?" Thinking about this, you nod, giving in and following Shinsou to his motorbike, where you get on behind him, cling to him, so you want fall of the motorbike.

"What is... that boy doing here?!" Your mother asks when she notices Shinsou together with you, giving him a disgusted look. "We... need to talk.." You tell her, pulling Shinsou into the house, against her protest. "Darling.. Our daugther brought some trash with her and wants to talk..!" Your mother calls out for you dad, making you glare at her at what she called your boyfriend. "Don't call my boyfriend trash..!" You groan, making your mother gasp kn shock.

"Oh.. Calm down dear, let these two explain.." You wanted to just hug your dad at this moment. "What?! No! This... this.. this useless boy! He ruins our daugther..!" She starts to lose her mind and go totally crazy. Your dad softly pushes your mother to sit down on the couch across from you, while you two also sat down. "Explain it." Your dad smiles softly, making you tear up. "I.. love him.. really.. He is the best thing that could have happened to me.. Please accept him and us.." You say, bowing to your own parents. Your mother just snorts, rolling her eyes, while your father listens closely, turning to look at Shinsou, making him really nervous. "I-I promise to treat your daugther the best way I can..! I really love her... Please accept us... and me.." Shinsou bows to your parents, making your father cuckle.

"I aprove of it, but please use the door instead of the window from now on.." You dad laughs, making all three of you gasp.

In the end everything turned out just great, even your friends started to get used to you dating a bad boy. You two also found the person that leaked the pictures, it was a girl you knew liked Shinsou for a long time now and was jealous of the two of you. She got detention from Aizawa for that action, since then she keept calm.

[Extended end]

"Yeah, he is qui- Toshi!" You squeak at your boyfriends suddenly popping up behind you. "Keep on talking, I just wanted to hug you.." He smirks, laying his arms around your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

"Where were we..?" You ask your friend giggling, grabbing lightly onto Shinsous arms, while giggling softly, making him smirk even wider. "Why are you two so cute..?" You friend asks fangirling/fanboying over the two of you, while taking a picture of you two.

Everyone started to ship you, after your friend posted this pose of you and Shinsou.

[hoopdiddies]

I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: I was on vacay for a while and I had a hard time thinking the plot through but this could work. If you want to be tagged, just ask me uwu

Summary (for the entire series Ofc) : You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Word count: 2148

Tags: None

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. And some angst, yet again *sigh*

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Parallel to the nature of the grimace present on your face shrouded by the umbra of the umbrella, the thunderclouds become bleaker and unwelcoming, complimenting the harsh pour of the rain on the city. In your mind, it could just get worse.

You tighten your grasp on the stem of your umbrella, the pressure of your grip making the veins in your wrist visible. To think you were enthused to spill the news to him, only to end up feigning the real one because you couldn't bring yourself to accept what must be.

You know he loves you, he loves you so much. He tells you 24/7. But that love is purely limited to hugs, small arguments, spontaneous fits of laughter, gentle pats on the back and forehead kisses. Compared to the almost spiritual connection he has with his fiancee. You've known and been around him longer than you could remember and yet, you're always several steps behind.

Well how else does platonic love compare to something romantic and sexual?

You stop in your tracks just half way through the wet sidewalk and stare at your reflection on a puddle beneath you. The tears dripping from your cheeks making bigger ripples on the puddle in contrast to the ones made by the rain. You sniffle, wiping your eyes quickly with your sleeve.

You hear a faint ring from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing Lucy's name flash on the screen. You swipe the answer button and go on walking along the moist pavements.

"Hey Luce!" You blurt to hide the cracks in your voice.

"Y/N! Where are you right now? I just got back from a photoshoot and I want to hang out with you!" She giggles through the line and you keep your eyes ahead.

"Well I'm walking back home-"

"In the rain? You could get sick!"

"Lucy, relax. I'm covered up."

She sighs in relief, chuckling at her little mistake. "Sorry there. But mind if I stop by at your place?"

You don't think twice before answering, feeling the need to have some company. "Of course. Hurry up, I'm almost home." You aren't though, you're a dozen blocks away from your destination but you kind of want her to be there just in time for you to...vent.

You hear an audible slam echo from the line, almost coming off as a car door slammed close. "I'm on the road, I'll see you, Y/N!" You hum in response, your mouth curving slightly to the side. "You too, Lucy. Drive safely."

She bids you adieu for the meantime and you pick up your pace along the streets, careful not to glide recklessly over moist surfaces. The rain is not going to lighten very soon, you're sure of it.

As soon as you step foot into your living room after drying off, you are welcomed by a laid-back version of Lucy seated on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew in hand. You chuckle softly at how mellow she's positioned during such a weather, even more so at her choice of beverage.

"You're late." She shakes her head at you, pretending to be upset.

You shrug out of your coat and drape it over your shoulder, trudging to her and crouching down to hug her. "I am so sorry I left almost too quickly last night though."

She pats your back, letting a 'tsk' slip past her lips. "You are lucky Gwilym was there to accompany me."

"Hmm, he's not mad at Joe and me, is he? " Pulling away, you joke a little to cheer yourself up.

"No," she takes a sip of her can and puts it on the table, "in fact he's furious." This could be a little enlightening, a chat with Lucy to shed a beam of light on your mood. You take a seat next to her and begin your conversation. It's not much except that it's full of what happened at her photoshoot, the promotions she is required to attend, a few people she's had a little beef with and apparently her planned getaway with Rami to France. The topic is almost unilateral but you always take genuine interest in everything she says. Notwithstanding the fact that she constantly groans at the mention of the situations she underwent, you both still take a laugh out of it.

It's Lucy, she's a fascinating person with a fascinating life. You sometimes even wish you had her glam and eye for fashion.

She moves a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead and looks at you curiosly. "Okay enough about me, what went on with you this week?"

You shrug, in an attempt to recall anything at all. "Not much. New Year's was a blast and last night's party was another thing," you turn your glance to your shoes, a frail smirk ghosting on your lips, eventually turning into a hopeful beam as your acceptance into the medical school flashes in your mind, "and... I got accepted into the medical school I applied for."

Lucy's eyes snap wide open at the news. "Shut up," she grabs you by the shoulders and gapes at you with eyes sparkling like they just found a heap of treasure, "you applied for medical school?" The slight disbelief and utter amazement can never be any clearer in her voice.

You nod happily and without warning, Lucy pulls you in for a tight hug, squealing at your success. "Oh my god, that's amazing! When did you get the letter? Have you told anyone?"

"I was sent an email from the institution this morning and told my parents and Joe about it soon after."

Lucy shifts on the couch, sliding her hands over her lap. "Which medical school though?"

"It's outside the country."

"Have you told Ben? "

With her question still hanging in thin air, you pause for a while before turning your head to her, shaking it slowly.

"Why?"

You stand up and head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your action confusing Lucy. "Y/N, are you okay?" She asks and you return on cue with your glass in hand. You let out a soft exhale and descend onto the couch. "I just...dont want to make him worry."

"Worry and Ben aren't exactly two words that mingle well. Solely in the context of a great news such as your acceptance."

"Of course, but I don't know how long I'll be gone." You notice your voice dwindle down to a whisper with the cast of your gaze to the side. The look on your face is deciphered by Lucy who's somehow adept at reading expressions, the blank that is your face making it easier for her.

And she suddenly knows what those furrowed brows mean. "There's something you're not telling me, Y/N. Just say it. I mean...even if you don't say it, I already hinted at it." She slides a hand over yours and you slowly turn to her, your expression becoming mildly stark. Of course she'd have a guess and it's only fair that she knows, she could help you get over it.

Your lips part but quiver as you try to find the right words. "I love him."

Lucy's gentle hold turns into a light squeeze, an indication of her comforting you. Her lips curve into a tender yet sad smile as she draws you in close again.

No matter how hard you're trying to let the tears fall, it just doesn't. It hurts but your tears aren't present to highlight that churning burn. Against all the odds to have them resurface in your eyes, you dip your head onto her shoulder and just squeeze your eyes shut. You mumble languidly on how it was an impulse to lie about your acceptance to Ben after he had broken the news about his engagement to you and soon after you had the thought that he would slowly forget about you once he and Rosy marry, and that your friendship wouldn't matter in the long run. As the decision that it'd be best if you go without him knowing, thinking it would make it easier for you to move on.

Lucy clears your face of your hair strands, staring at this once hidden,broken side of you. "I'm so sorry. I know this might not change a thing but you must tell him. He would never forget you, you're like the first person on his mind when he needs someone to talk to."

"Rosy's his life-"

"Y/N, don't demote yourself to a third party. You're more than what she is in his life," a brief pause from Lucy followed by a heartwarming emphasis, "you're his soulmate."

That word always meant something different to you. It involved a deep,romantic relationship but with how Lucy uttered it, it now means something entirely new. But you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's not a concept that can suture the gaping cut left in you.

With the little emotional strength left in you, you smile, launching at her with another hug as a requital to her presence during a time as this.

"I know it hurts...but- bloody, that's what love does to everyone."

--- (Apparent time skip 👀)

Amidst the hectic schedule your job has burdened you with throughout another week, never once have you faltered in between. You've gotten tons of invites to get-togethers during your weekend from friends yet out of the fear of losing all concentration on your duties, you turned them down politely. The second week of a new year means a new batch of spine-cracking, workload for everyone with jobs.

You're doing all this to save up for med school and it's something you tend to prioritize first and foremost. And regarding med school, you are to leave a month before enrollment to ensure your documents are in tacked and get served first. Since a few days before first semester arrives, enrollees would be lining up from different backgrounds and classes would be heavily filled. You have weeks left before your departure...and still, you haven't told Ben the truth...or talked to him in days, at least. For all you know, he could be on a tour, at a conference, an awards ceremony that you don't know of- certainly not the Oscars since you've been told that it's scheduled on February. He's probably busy enough to have other things in mind.

You discard the distraction and go about your business in your work area, with the intention of letting it purposefully distract you.

Minutes close to your dismissal, one of your co-workers strut in to invite you to have a drink with them. You could do no more than turn her down politely but with regards to the strain you've put yourself in with work, she insists and demands that you don't hesitate.

"But-" You try to protest, only to fail as she cuts you off. "I beg of you. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

You lightly clap your hands on the desk, springing from your chair with your head lightly tilted to one side. You turn your head to the wall clock on your far left and bob your head. "Do we leave now?"

"Most certainly. Come on!"

You haven't sped out of the building that fast with your colleagues before, not that it's not the first time but it certainly feels like it with how relieved you feel to go out. You needed a distraction from your personal ordeal and you got it, in the form of a night out for a drink.

You hit the pub that's just right across the street for the sake of convenience, half expecting your night to turn out eventful. A light buzz from your pocket stops you halfway into the entrance and slightly indisposed, you fish your phone out from your pocket, holding up your index finger at one of your colleagues to take the message you've received. They stride in ahead of you as you read the message, a little surprised to know Joe's back in London in the favor of Lucy who had asked him to come back. He's asked you out for a dinner with his friend but you tell him you're out for a drink with your colleagues, to which he replies with, "Mind if we join you then?"

And of course, you invite him over. Traipsing through the near rayless place to find your friends, hilariously realizing you're walking to the beat of the music coming from the speakers, you do a double-take at the table to your near left, quickly covering your face and speeding away to continue your search as the sight of Ben with his mates and Rosy ruins the first half of your evening.

What a distraction from a distraction.