#but my younger two (8 and 5) still act like babies and run around like kittens so they love magnolia and she loves them so I have no doubt

[sugakuns]

[ʜᴄ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

being childhood friends with kenma, akaashi & iwa + telling each other they’d be married when they were younger

ᴀ/ɴ: gender neautral pronouns

— kozume k.

you’ve known kenma basically since the day you were born

both you and his family lived in the apartment building and you happened to live next door to each other which was both a blessing and a curse

since kenma was quite shy he had never really iniciated any conversation or play with you so you overcame your own shyness to play with him

mostly the two of you would play with dolls or go out in the local park but as soon as kenma got his first gaming device he would never go outside

even when the new kid kuroo came along it took him a while to warm up and try to play with you and kenma

kuroo noticed how throughout primary school you seemed closer to the quiet boy

you’d hang off of his shoulder and call him cute names like “kenma-san” or “kenken”

so one day kuroo gave you the idea to propose to little kenma

yes, at 7 years of age kuroo told you to ask 6 year old kenma to marry you

so you did

with little plastic rings from a magazine your mother had bought you

“kenken, im giving you this ring because it means we’re married, okay?” kenma nods and takes the ring, even going as far as slipping it on his ring finger

“Kenken!” Your voice bellows throughout the gym, hands extending out as you throw yourself into a frankly violent hug. Kenma stumbles a little, hands grasping your waist as he trieds to stablilise himself from the running hug. His hair tousles from the impact, the stray strands brushing along your cheeks as you pull away.

“You’ll never guess what I found!” Your smile is large, beaming under the fluorescent lights belonging to the gym ceiling. Kenma states curiously, his expression close to one of a curious kitten. Practice had just ended and currently Kenma and Kuroo were the only ones there due to waiting on you.

Your fingers swiftly dance along your screen as you locate the picture you had taken of your family’s photo album. There was one particular picture of both you and the now faux blonde, both smiling (albeit kenma’s looked a little forced) and showing off the plastic rings you had won in a vending machine the day prior.

“Remember? I forgot we’re married!” You giggle as Kenma stares at the picture on your phone. He hadn’t forgotten that day - yet he hoped you would - the day his childhood crush told him that they were getting married. He hadn’t put much thought into you remembering what happened on that day but when he thinks about it he feels a warm, blooming senestaion fill his chest.

“You’re married?” Kuroo chuckles as he swings the keys around his index finger in an attempt to look suave. You nod quickly whereas Kenma blinks coyly at the taller male. Kuroo can feel the chuckle bubbling up from his chest into his throat yet he catches it last moment at the sharp state he’s getting from his friend.

“Yeah..We’ll get really rings later” Kenma muses, a lazily sweet smile resting on his lips.

— iwaizumi h.

so you actually knew oikawa before iwa,, so he was the sole reason you even met hajime

iwa was actually a little jealous of oikawa since the two of you were closer and he developed a puppy crush on you 🥺

the two of you were around 8 and iwa still held the crush he had since he was 5 - yes he didn’t give it away surprisingly (since he was a child)

so one day, when the both of you were playing and oikawa had planted a kiss on your head cuz he was feeling all confident iwa got jealous

“me and [y/n] are married stupidkawa!! you can’t do that!”

you just went along with it and told oikawa he had cooties LMAO

“Oh my god, you will not believe what I just remembered” Oikawa exclaims, hands clutching at his alien themed pillow. The three of you usually had sleepovers, even at your older age, and Oikawa usually hosted them since his house was bigger.

The three of you were perched on his bed dressed in your pajamas. You and Iwa were leaning against his beds headboard and Oikawa was laying further down the bed, leaning against the wall beside his bed.

“Your brain works?” You tease, chucking lightly as Oikawa dismissively sticks his tongue out at you. Iwa sniggers at your fast witted comment, even going as far to ruffle your hair.

“Yes.” Oikawa deadpans “But, seriously, remember when we were kids and Iwa-chan got jealous because I-I kissed you and he said- he said you two were married!” Oikawa howls with laughter at his own words, barely able to even spew the sentence before he clutches at his stomach to stabilise himself.

Your eyebrow raises, watching as Oikawa laughs to himself. Iwaizumi states dismissively too, arms crossing along his chest.

“We flamed you after that, Tōru” You state, remembering the relentless teasing that both you and Iwa inflicted on the poor boy.

“Plus, we’re dating..Iwa gave me an actual promise ring” you point at the ring on your finger (which was way too expensive for your liking) which reflects under the dim lighting in Oikawa’s room.

Oikawa pouts, laughter seizing as he sees his plan to fluster the two of you didn’t go through “You’re both boring”

— akaashi k.

akaashi didn’t have a lot of friends when he was younger

so you were really his only proper friend,, so he’s find himself with you most of the time

a lot of the time the two of you would play in the public park or at his house

and you two would usually play volleyball since akaashi liked it and you enjoyed it too

he hadn’t really thought snout his feelings for you since he thought they were normal to have towards a close friend

but one day you got quite jealous of all of the other (mainly girls) people who would flock to akaashi

so you simply told them that you two were married so they couldn’t take him away from you

akaashi, like kenma, just went with it

“Bokuto-san, what are you doing?” You ask as you watch the two-toned ace feverishly flick through your childhood memorabilia. He smiles as he comes across old photos of you and his new ‘bestie’ Akaashi; cooing as he looks at the tiny baby shoes that used to for your small feet.

The two boys had came over to study for a test but along the way Bokuto had become distracted and noticed the shiny box on your bedside table. He was more of a magpie than an owl at the moment, diving towards the shiny items rather than the dull items.

“What’s this?” He holds a poorly written letter between his index finger and thumb, staring at the crooked writing on the lined paper. It’s a little crumbled, plastered with stickers and has a massive love heart on the back. You flush as you realise what letter it is, the letter you gave to akaashi to sign if he wanted to marry you.

Bokuto squeals, jumping up and allowing the box to fall recklessly onto your bed. He practically screams as he swings the old piece of paper around.

“You’re married!” He seems more excited than confused, almost acting as if the two of you were actually married.

“Bokuto” Akaashi starts “If you keep this quiet from the rest of the team I’ll do even more serves for you tomorrow”

Bokuto jumps in excitement, the old piece of paper forgotten as he animatedly thanks his friend in advance. You can’t believe that you had forgot to take the little piece of paper out of the box since you had already thought about Bokuto finding it.

However, you can’t help but smile. That was how Akaashi asked you out in first year, reactating the letter you had made in childhood.

[chaoticevilbean]

Another Star Wars AU, TBN*

*To-Be-Named

I love time travel. A lot. So here is a time-travel au, with the CW trio.

Somehow, perhaps by touching a Sith artifact, perhaps by the Force deciding they should, perhaps from some sort of weird ritual the locals were performing that the trio didn't know about, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Anakin, Rex, and Cody travel aback in time.

[Please keep in mind that Canon Timeline has died tragically in a fire, and I am but the weeping widow with an inheritance.]

Due to whatever happened, they all also end up (technically) deaging. They still have their memories and their knowledge and skills, just stuck in smaller bodies. They can think and act like adults, but they also have to struggle a bit more to implement Older Skills in Younger Bodies.

Ahsoka is 2. She's nubby. She's emotional. She's tired and sore from her deaging.

She wakes up in someone's office. She's in a spinny chair, a big one with leather padding. It's kind-of chilly in the room.

She's not thinking, because all her brain is putting together is that she's still tired. She grabs the jacket off the back of the chair and pulls it over herself. She goes back to sleep.

Rex and Cody wake up together.

They are their actual age, which is to say they're both about eleven.

They find themselves on Mandalore. In the more wild areas.

(let me believe that there are parts of the planet that aren't covered in city)

(also, this is the Mandalore in the cartoons)

They find a teen trying to wake them both up. Rex has absolutely no clue what's going on. Cody has a vague idea, because this girl looks very similar to a picture he once saw...

Obi-Wan does not fare as well. He is 3.

He wakes up in someone's arms. He's just as tired and sore as the other three. However, he's also got more awareness because he's in someone's arms.

He looks up to see who's carrying him.

He looks around at the people walking with them.

He starts crying. He cannot help this, as he is suddenly flooded with Emotions, and he is Smol. Smol = harder to handle Emotions.

Because Qui-Gon is walking right next to him, tapping away on a holopad as they go. Dooku is on his other side, on a comm call where both parties sound very tired.

And Obi-Wan is being held... by Obi-Wan.

So, yeah, not that great for a suddenly Smol Obi.

Now, Anakin is 8, so he's better off in that perspective.

But he wakes up on some remote planet without anyone around. He just was in the middle of a group, so he ends up kinda panicking.

Then he hears something coming towards him, and he panics more.

He's Tiny! He's Smol! He's massively at a disadvantage against attacks! He can't fight off whatever is on a planet like this!

It's Mace (and Depa).

Anakin, however, doesn't realize this. He has gone Feral.

Back to the beginning

Jango Fett has been very busy w/Important Mand'alor Paperwork all day. He finally has time to go and relax a little, and he makes it all the way down to the exit before he realizes:

It is really cold outside. He is not in armor bc he was planning to only do paperwork today (though he still has many weapons). When one plans to stay in the same room for almost the entire day, one does not wear normal garb.

That said, he has no protection from the cold. He forgot his jacket upstairs. He rushes back up to his office.

He distinctly remembers that he left the jacket on the back of his chair, not on the seat.

He also is wondering what that lump is.

He arms himself, grabs some of his "emergency" armor plating, and walks over to the chair.

He lifts his jacket up, expecting a bomb or some paperwork that fell off the desk, or something logical.

He does not expect to find a tiny Togruta child clinging onto the fabric, whining as they're woken up by his yanking of the jacket.

Jango's brain stutters for a moment, then he kicks into action.

First things first, he wraps the jacket around the Togruta. They thankfully stay asleep. Then he turns up the heat, because he knows the office has gotten colder in the twenty minutes or so he's been gone, and Togruta are from warm temperate zones.

He decides to call, in this order, a guard who can help him watch the Togruta (they did break in, after all), a medic to check the Togruta’s health, and the first person he can find in his contacts that might know an adult Togruta.

Next group

Rex and Cody manage to get the teen to stop fussing over them for long enough to ask for her name.

Her, clearly lying, but that’s understandable: My name is Ine.

Cody, who knows exactly who this is now: Oh, kriff. You’re Duchess Satine, aren’t you? Kriff.

Rex: Wait, Satine? As in the General’s Satine?

Satine, now very suspicious and reaching for her stunner: I think you need proper medical attention.

Cody, looking down at their eleven-year-old selves: Yeah, I think so, too.

They agree on one thing, at least.

Next

Obi-Wan is crying. Loudly, uncontrollably, w/too many Emotions to even care that he’s supposed to be an adult rn.

Other Obi-Wan is very uncomfortable, bc he doesn’t know how to handle children too well.

They found this kid unconscious in the middle of a ruined, abandoned town.

Obi-Wan was meant to hold this kid while Qui-Gon did research and Master Dooku tried to convince the Council that it was entirely necessary to bring the kid back to Coruscant. Granted, they can still give the child to the locals at any time before they make it back to their ship, but apparently the Force is Being Loud.

The Force was Being Loud when it told Master Dooku to come along.

The Force was Being Loud when it led them to that town.

Qui-Gon and Dooku have argued fifteen and a half times on this mission, and an additional six times on the flight here. Obi-Wan is trying to mediate but also doesn’t want to overstep. The Force is Being Loud, sure, but the kid is also Force-sensitive so it might be something off that.

He didn’t argue with holding the kid bc he thought that it was better than being caught between the Masters.

Holding a crying child and trying to get two adults to stop arguing bc they can’t decide how to comfort the kid is not better.

Obi-Wan keeps walking past them to the ship with this baby. He does what he’s seen some crechemasters do to the younglings. The kid eventually calms a little, and he belatedly realizes that both Masters are still behind him, not with him.

NEXT

Anakin is panakin.

He is currently in a state of Feralness. His instincts have kicked into overdrive, full-on Survival Mode.

Depa and Mace do not know this. All they know is that there was suddenly an extremely powerful Force presence that started fading quickly (bc Anakin started shielding).

They burst into sight of Anakin and are suddenly attacked by all four feet and some of Feral Force Child.

It’s all they can do for a good minute or so to avoid losing their fingers, eyes, or untorn clothes.

Mace puts a few things together very quickly.

This planet is uninhabited by any sapient life. Therefore, this child is utterly alone. This child also is clearly strong in the Force, and knows how to hide their presence, for whatever reasons. Mace is a Jedi, and therefore is bound by certain duties.

He decides it is his Duty to get this kid back to Coruscant safely.

Back to the beginning

Ahsoka wakes up to find a familiar face looking down at her. She’s still tired, but not as much. She’s very aware of her size, and does a few quick observations.

She does not fully know who Jango Fett is. She does know that some clones run off bc they hate war and weren’t given a choice an- no. Not going down that path yet.

Ahsoka assumes, semi-incorrectly, that she was shrunk or deaged and somehow found by a rogue clone.

She knows it’s a rogue clone bc they’ve got weird armor.

So she does the logical thing and tries to comfort this clone bc he looks really worried and kinda panicked. She stands up on the spinny chair and tries to balance and he practically lunges to help her and she can’t help but giggle, but it comes out in a bunch of chirps instead.

The clone picks her up and looks really awkward so she pats his face bc that’s the best she can do bc she doesn’t want to disprove the fact she’s two yet.

For all she knows, this rogue clone has no idea she’s actually a Commander in the GAR.

He doesn’t, but for different reasons than she thinks.

NEXT

Rex and Cody go with Satine to the city. They have introduced themselves and said that they were separated from their aliit. They don't know where said aliit is.

Satine is highly suspicious by this point, bc these two kids recognized her with only part of her name, and they were alone, and they speak Basic with Mando'a thrown in.

Basically, she thinks that they're children of people like Death Watch, but she's too young to know that Death Watch isn't really into children.

Rex and Cody get checked over by a medic, but also start trying to get access to some working comms. They are refused on account of being suspicious children (which makes them a little upset bc they're not children)(Well, they are, but not those types of children)

They have not yet figured out that they are in the past, bc Cody and Rex only know that General Kenobi talks about Duchess Satine, and they know about Padme Amidala from General Skywalker, so clearly this Duchess is really young and the General simply viewed her as someone he wants to protect.

They are very very very wrong.

NEXT

Obi-Wan manages to calm himself somewhat now that it's just him and... him.

He is three, and he knows roughly what's happening, so he knows he should probably act like a 3yo.

Unfortunately, he has very little understanding of how child ages work. 3 is smart enough to go up the stairs and communicate with adults, but def. not old enough to speak sentences that are 15 words long with at least 2 5-syllable words.

Fortunately, his older (younger?) self doesn't know children either.

So when this 3yo starts telling him that he needs to leave the two Masters on the planet and head to Tatooine really fast, Obi-Wan is more concerned about the idea than the strangeness of "this is a 3yo suggesting this".

Obi-Wan is really good at convincing people. Including himself. He manages to get Padawan Kenobi to leave supplies where the ship is supposed to be and head towards Tatooine.

He says that the Masters will be fine, they know how to survive, and they need to be alone together in order to work through all the tension. Plus, it gives them plenty of time to talk to the Council.

Toddler Kenobi also tells himself that he'll take the blow and say he used a mind-trick.

Padawan Kenobi doesn't believe him yet, but Toddler Kenobi smiles like a very smug adult and says "you'll get there eventually". What he truly means is up in the air.

NEXT

Anakin, since waking up, knows much less than everyone else. Which is saying something.

He knows he's Smol. He knows he's Alone. He knows Someone has come and they are Strangers.

One thing about Anakin's instincts is that they are very much Survival Based. He was Feral when he joined the Jedi, only he had to hold those instincts back for most of his life bc of being a slave.

A slave cannot bite someone who approaches and Vibes Wrong.

By the time he felt okay with being Feral Out Loud, he also felt safe enough that he didn't need to activate his Survival Mode.

What I'm trying to say is that Anakin does not realize how strong his Feral Instincts are. He has absolutely no control over them rn.

When Mace decides to Help this child, this child is trying to Maul them.

Mace makes a small ruckus to draw Anakin's attention to him so Depa can move back. Depa pulls out her saber now that she won't hit the kid. The kid notices Purple and Bright and Lightsaber.

Lorge Jedi Mind says this is Good. Safe. Jedi.

Smol Feral Brain says this is Dangerous. Mean.

Anakin freezes on sight and just starts tracking Depa's saber. She does one of those things where a snake or something is focused and the person waves the fire or the food slowly to make sure the wolf is watching it and usually they toss the thing away so the snake follows it.

Mace instead takes this opportunity to wrap Anakin in his cloak. And Depa's cloak. And the spare ones in their bags.

Feral Child is not happy with this. Feral Child is also unable to scratch or Maul or do things other than bite and snarl.

Depa carries Feral Child while Mace comms the Temple and they walk back to their ship.

The Temple is having a field day.

First, one of their Shadows reports that a well-known bounty hunter got an emergency message from a pal of theirs that said Jango Fett needs help learning Togruta childcare.

Then they get a call from Dooku, which is not the mission report they wanted.

Yoda: Mission report, you have?

Dooku: Of a sort. We successfully spoke with the locals, then went to investigate a rather large disturbance.

Mundi: A disturbance?

Dooku: We found the source to be a Force-sensitive child.

Mundi: So you are here to ask for more time on the planet?

Dooku:...

Yoda: Bring the child back, you wish to?

Dooku, unapologetic: He is of an acceptable age to be admitted into the Temple, and no other beings were around at the time to entertain the idea of there being guardians.

The Council is sighing and muttering bc this is a Disaster Lineage (and they haven't even met the other two yet). Their call is interrupted by the sound of crying and Dooku saying the child's woken up.

Then there's another Shadow who sends a message saying a set of twins that seem like Death Watch were found by the heir of Clan Kryze.

Finally, to top everything off, they get a call from Mace Windu and Depa Billaba. Two very dignified, not-at-all chaotic Jedi from a perfectly respectable lineage.

Yeah, most of the Council and the Order itself forgets that Yoda had a hand in raising Windu. Yoda "Feral Grandpa" who throws children at every problem. Grandson isn't doing too well? Throw a child his way. Other grandchild is struggling to cope with grief? Throw another child their way. Oh, there's a war going on and newest grandchild is angry a lot? Here's a child!

The entire lineage has a soft spot for children.

Anyways...

Mace: Our mission was a success. We found the artifact and both specimens.

Koth: How long until your return?

Mace:...

Yoda: Found a child, you did?

Gallia: Master Yoda, that's a rather illogical guess. Once is unusual, twice is-

Mace: Oh, did Qui-Gon find a child as well?

Yoda, smugly: Bringing the child back, are you?

Depa, from the background, after a rather loud snarl is heard: We do not bite things, young one.

*more snarling*

Mace: We have no reason to believe he was not alone.

Tiin: *deep sighing*

Mundi: *mild confusion noises*

Koon, eagerly: Please send photos of this youngling. For the archives, of course.

Mace, nodding sagely: Of course.

*extremely loud yowl* *sounds of Mace turning*

Mace: DEPA!

Depa: He nearly bit off my finger!

Mace: That doesn’t mean you pinch him!

Depa: What else am I supposed to do?!

*sudden exclamation filled solely of Mando’a, Huttese and Twi’leki curses*

Mace: So, I don’t know if he speaks Basic, but Master Che should be able to talk him through a check-up.

Yeah, several Council members are experiencing headaches now. Normally, they would have some empathy for Mace and his own stress-induced migraines. They currently do not.

Right after that call, Dooku calls back to say that Obi-Wan has left without them.

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Dooku:

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Obi-Wan did not leave himself with the Masters. Obi-Wan has listened to Mini-Obi and is off on some wild space adventure to a criminal-run planet.

The toddler won’t stop staring at him. He asks for a name. The kid says to call him Ben.

OW: Is that your name?

“Ben”: It is a name I am called :)

OW: That isn’t what I meant.

“Ben”: I know :)

Ben also keeps staring at OW’s lightsaber. OW decides to make sure the kid doesn’t start playing with it when he isn’t looking.

MEANWHILE

Ahsoka has figured out that she was really very oh-so wrong. She’s on Mandalore. As in, the Mandalore that is under Jango Fett. Bc she’s with Jango Fett. He’s holding her hand bc she was nervous about the strange looking medic (who was just wearing armor, but not clone armor and civies don’t wear armor.)

Ahsoka knows very little about Jango Fett. Clone Buir, Mandalorian leader, tried to kill Master Kenobi. Also dead.

He asks how she got in. She shrugs. She is too small to fight back so she can’t let him know anything. Whatever everything is right now. But also, he doesn’t seem mean or evil or anything.

Oh yeah. Skyguy said that Mandos love children. That's why the clones were so protective of her, even with Skyguy on her side of the argument.

She decides to use this to her advantage. She can probably get herself a comm, and enough time to call the Temple. If she can convince them she at least knows a Jedi, then they can come get her and she'll work from there.

ELSEWHERE

Rex and Cody are getting really upset. This Duchess is really nice, but she's acting really weird and keeps insisting she's not actually called Duchess. No one will give them a comm, they keep getting weird looks for speaking Mando'a even though they're on Mandalore, and Satine's father keeps mentioning a Fett. Maybe Boba's set a bad example again.

Rex starts to fall asleep, to his chagrin. He's too bored, sitting and getting some abnormally extensive check-up. Cody is fine, but he's used to the calm that is General Kenobi. Rex usually has a Togruta teen in the vents and a Human that is never where he's supposed to be.

Rex does, in fact, fall asleep. His "twin" starts glaring when a doctor goes to wake him up. Cody makes it clear that his brother is like Cat: once asleep, you do not wake.

Satine is giggling, but trying not to let the others hear. Cody does. Cody looks at her. They have a stare-off.

Cody goes back to glaring at the doctors. He will not admit to any emotions besides Protect™.

BACK TO

Obi-Wan and Ben have made it to Tatooine.

[hanjizung]

♡ Dreamy Welcome. ♡

Lee Minho x Reader.

Word count:  4.4K

♡ Warnings ♡: SMUT; (mentions of) orgasm control, fingering, masturbation, (a bit of) exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, basically just love making, pet names.

Hello! im back with another request from when i reblogged this promp list ! [8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”] hope you enjoy!

You had been missing Minho a lot since he went on tour, missed everything about him; his voice, his laugh, his smile, the way he called your name, how he hugged you and kissed you on the forehead after teasing you… His whole absence felt weird, it wasn’t killing you but you missed him a lot, you needed him back as soon as possible.

There was an unwritten list of things you wanted to do with him once he was back; first you had to hug him, tell him how much you had missed him while kissing his face and making him feel a little shy from all the affection you were giving him in front of his members, then you would steal him and take him to your house for a movie night where the only thing you would actually focus on is going to be take care of him, massage him if he wants, play with his hair and cuddle with him on your couch until he fell asleep, and the last thing on your list was to make him fuck you senseless.

Of course the two of you had the occasional phone sex, it was mostly him hiding in the bathroom between practices and telling you to touch yourself for him, moaning his name but never cumming, because he said that he wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to be the one to give you an orgasm that would have you seeing stars.

That was the promise he made during one of those calls late at night that had you feeling needy and in not a very good mood for the next day, it made you feel frustrated that you stayed always at the edge, but you were equally proud that you hadn’t broken his one rule.

The day he called you and told you with a happy voice that his last concert was in 3 more nights and that in two days after that you would be able to see him, you exploded. When you went to work you got asked multiple times what had happened that you couldn't stop smiling, making you laugh and lie to them that you were just excited for something that happened to one of your cousins or something like that.

It was a more contrastive mood than how you behaved last week, bags under your eyes, eyes semi closed from how tired you were and not so happy because your beautiful boyfriend required a session of self love where he got to edge you multiple times. Twice, to be more precise, the sudden change surprised everyone at your workplace. You seemed more energetic and focused, you did all your work with a smile on your face and you sang during your break when you ate.

You asked your boss if you could leave earlier one day, and seeing how competent you were behaving he accepted, wishing you good luck and telling you that he expected you to stay working as efficiently as possible and that he was happy with your work pace. You simply nodded, not hearing much of his speech because everything that was in your mind was your beautiful boyfriend.

Days passed quickly and you found yourself showering at 4 am to be able to go and receive your boyfriend and the rest of your friends in time. You would be done getting ready at 5, then had to get a taxi to the airport and then you would be able to spend the day with all of them, just like you wanted.

The early morning was cold, and you were thankful that you decided to wear an appropriate coat to protect yourself from the weather. You placed your hands together out of nervousness, anticipating the moment that all of them would arrive, walking through their fans and following the staff to where their vans were parked.

True… you couldn't run to Minho and wrap your arms around him. You had to keep the black mask above your nose and the dark glasses to avoid raising suspicion and pretend to be another staff member. Your relationship was a secret…

Sighing, a plane finally landed and the giant bodyguards that you sometimes brought candies to started walking towards it, you running not too far from them and breathing in to try and control your excitement, failing momentarily when you saw a group of men walk out followed by some other people close behind them. You recognized each one of your friends as soon as they walked out, they wore comfortable clothes and they seemed to be needing some more rest.

The real staff instructed them to go to the previously prepared cars, and you rushed to find your dance machine boyfriend.

You waited for Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin to get inside the car, Minho noticed you and he got in, waiting for you to close the door after you hopped in to hug you and pull you close to him in a loving manner. In the front seats, there was one of the bodyguards and the designated driver. You snuggled closer to Minho, he whispered "I missed you a lot" for you to hear only and he kissed your forehead gently, making you feel incredibly happy.

Not even 10 minutes inside the car, and soft snores could be heard, Minho's weight felt heavy in your side, but you didn't care, you were happy knowing that from that day he would get to rest for a long period of time, and you expected to spend a lot of time with him.

The stillness of the car made you open your eyes, rubbing them to get accustomed to the sun rays filters through the clear front window and you realized that you had finally arrived at the dorms. The bodyguard opened the door for you, giving you his hand to help you out. You shook Minho gently to help him wake up, yawning when he looked at you with disoriented eyes, and then you took the waiting hand to wait for them outside.

When all of them were outside the car, you helped them walk to their corresponding dorm, helping Minho walk with closed eyes because he wasn't fully awake, and when you finally got to your destination, the door was unlocked and there was a mountain of baggage and bags ready to unpack, but that would be a problem for later. In the kitchen, sitting with his laptop in front of him was Chan, he gave a low "good mornin" when he saw who had arrived, continuing to do whatever it was that he had on display in the screen in front of him. You nodded, silently greeting him and then walked to Minho's shared room. He plopped down on his bed, moving and patting the side next to him for you to lay down next to him, and you did.

"I missed you" you whispered, burying your face in his chest and hugging him tightly, making him chuckle quietly.

"I missed you too, hot stuff" he whispered back, looking down at you and patting your back gently.

The two of you stayed like that, there was no need to speak any more words, you were finally holding him, you were finally in his arms and you felt so loved. This was your safe place.

With those thoughts in your head, you dozed off again, your breathing almost syncing with Minho's steady one.

You had a beautiful dream with him, it started with you sitting on the porch of your childhood home observing the street until a younger looking Minho appeared and took your hand. He guided you to the insides of the place that used to be your home. He kissed you playfully at first, then he took your face with his hand and held you in place as the heat of the kiss increased and moments later he was eating you out in the kitchen aisle.

You were enjoying the dream probably a little too much, because you were woken up suddenly by your boyfriend's hands on your shoulder, moving you gently to bring you back to the real world.

"Seems like you had an interesting dream, didn't you?" he said. You blushed, hitting him gently on his chest and groaning.

"Maybe I wouldn't dream such things if someone," you shoot him a glare "didn't get me all worked up and then didn't allow me to cum" you complained, making him laugh. You were daring him, and you knew that, but you needed to know how much he would wait until he finally gave you what you wanted and fucked you hard like he'd done before he left.

"Oh, really, baby? It's my fault, then?" he asked. You pouted and nodded, looking at him with needy eyes. "Then I must do something to reward you for being so good, right?" his hand snaked on your tummy, getting to the edge of your shirt and going under it until it reached your breast.

His hand squeezed you, gaining a sigh from you. Two of his fingers played with your nub moment later, he shifted so he would be on his side and able to play with you, his lips finding a home in your neck and kissing you lazily, the caress of his lips against your skin and the sensation of him teasing your nipoles felt amazing, it was enough for you to start getting wet and your breathing to turn irregular, but all that ended when Jisung shamelessly opened the door.

"Hey guys, who's awake already? Does anyone wanna watch a movie?" he asked no one in particular, Minho's movement stopped and his arm quickly moved to wrap around your waist, his head fell against his pillow and you closed your eyes again to pretend to still be asleep. It was almost as if nothing between the two of you had happened, which would actually seem like it were true if both your hearts weren't racing from almost being caught.

You heard movement from the other side of the room, you recognized Hyunjin's steps passing through the door accompanied with a humm and later Seungmin's voice was heard, answering Jisung who was still standing by the entrance.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll join if we order something to eat" he said, the sound of feet against the floor letting you know he was ready to leave the room.

"Sure, let's try to convince Chan to pay," Jisung responded, waiting for Seungmin to walk with him to the living room, but when Seungmin reached him, Jisung didn't move. "Shouldn't we wake Minho and ask him if he wants something as well?"

"Nah, he stayed up the whole flight I think, and besides, he's with Y/N. Let's order something for them and let them sleep," Seungmin said, his tired voice making it clear that he didn't want to deal with trying to wake Minho up.

The answer seemed to be enough for Jisung, and the two of them left, closing the door behind them. Just then, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief.

Next to you, Minho rolled on his side, his back now at you making you confused. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"You heard them, they think we're asleep, so we might go back to sleep again, don't you think?" he responded, his tone still low. You whined, hugging his whole body as best as you could, your mouth reaching his ear to whisper to him:

"But I'm so wet… are you really going back to sleep and leave me like this?" you cried to him, you knew he could feel you putting on the tone of voice you decided to use, but he didn't say anything, so you tried your luck again.

"Please, if you're not going to fuck me at least finger me, I've missed you so much… I've been waiting for you to use me for so long" you continued, begging with a low voice and pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, starting a trail of kisses down all the uncovered skin you could see, high diving yourself in your mind when you felt him shiver under your touch.

Minho finally sighed, giving in and turning so now he would be facing you, your eyes almost shone when his right hand went to your hip and his face got closer to yours to steal a passionate kiss that you now would end up making you feel like the world was spinning.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips when both of you tried to recuperate your normal breathing, drawing a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend. You simply took his face with both of your hands and started kissing him again, suddenly one of your hands leaving his cheek to guide the hand resting on your hip to where you needed him most. If he noticed, he had been nice enough to not say anything.

Or that's what you thought, because then he broke the kiss and growled quietly, his fingers playing with the button of your jeans until he was able to open them and he wasted no more time, his slender digit slipping past your underwear and feeling all the wetness between your legs.

"Oh, Y/N, you're so fucking wet, kitten" he muttered. His hand moved away from where you wanted it to be, making you complain and furrow your eyebrows while he showed you his glistening finger before guiding it to your lips for you to lick it clean yourself. Minho rolled his eyes when you grabbed his hand and made it touch you again, you didn't care how needy you seemed, everything you could think of was how much you'd love for him to rail you.

His fingers started working on you, slowly caressing your clit and gathering your essence before he entered you, making you sigh. He was staring at you, silently admiring your features that showed just how good he was making you feel. You weren't looking at him, your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the way he was making you feel, but you didn't need to see him to know how much he was grinning, proud to have you biting your lip to not moan too loud. At some point your breathing got heavier and your legs started to tremble, the last signal meaning that you were close was when your walls embraced his fingers, your mouth opened as you found home in the ecstasy-like sensation, Minho tried to prolong it by over stimulating you.

After a moment, he finally removed his fingers from your inside and licked it clean from your juices while you recovered.

"Was that better?" he asked, gaining a humming from you as an answer.

"It was good, but I still want you to fuck me" you finally said, pouting. He opened his eyes wide, as if he was actually surprised, and said:

"You're so greedy, my needy baby wants something else besides my fingers, huh? Go clean yourself and let's go to your house then. I'll give you the best welcome back fuck of your life" he kissed your forehead, waiting for you to stand up after you heard what he said.

"Really?" you asked, full of hope. He nodded, and you almost jumped from the bed to run to the bathroom, standing in front of the door fixing your jeans before walking out the room, remembering that you weren't alone.

You made your way silently to the bathroom, saving your hand at Jeongin who apparently had gone to his room for something and happened to find you on his journey to go back to the living room. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't fully tested, but his memory worked just fine because before you entered the bathroom he told you that they were going to watch a movie and had called for some takeout food for everyone. You thanked him and got inside to do what you had to do.

An hour later, you found yourself cuddling Mingo on the only individual couch after eating and watching a comedy with the rest of the members. Some were on their phone, some still eating and others were cuddling just like you were. It was a relaxed night, and you were having a good time, but the words Minho had told you earlier resonated in your head and your pussy was louder than your heart, screaming at you to act out and make Minho take you home to complete his promise.

Covered with a blanket, your hand snaked down his form and entered his joggers, feeling up his cock. You weren't looking at him to know his reaction, but he quickly squeezed you as a warning to not continue your devilish plans.

You didn't care, continuing to tease him until he got hard enough and that's when you pressed yourself against him. He sighed, but pushed himself against you almost as if encouraging you to keep going.

"Stop, Y/N. We'll leave after the movie is over" he whispered, trying to get you to reason with him.

The answer he got was you pulling his joggers and boxers down with one hand carefully, freeing his hardened cock from its prison and wrapping your hand around him, making him hiss. One of his hands went to your neck, pulling your head back to tell you one last thing.

“Kitten, if you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat when we get to your house" he murmured, quiet enough for you to listen to his words only.

If you were going to be punished, you might as well continue what you started.

Minho's hold on you tightened when he realized that you had set your mind on torturing him, you knew the risk of possibly getting caught was high and that it made everything way more exciting, but all your tries at being subtle and not drag any attention to the both of you were affecting him horribly. He hated how you ceased all movement when someone shifted or how you tensed when everyone stopped talking was like pure hell for Minho.

His cock twitched, and he faked a yawn to hide the noise that came out of him. You took advantage of it, and played along with it.

"Oh, you're still tired? We should go back to your room so you can sleep, don't you think?" you whispered, long enough for the rest of the members to hear.

Minho caught up with what you were doing, faking another yawn and hugging your body as if you were a plushie. He nodded, and you fixed his clothes quickly so the two of you could stand up.

Minho had other plans, and stood up with you in his arms, the blanket covering his boner. Everyone's eyes were on you two, so you said goodnight and entered the shared room again. Once inside, he didn't even turn the light on, walking straight to the bed after closing the door and dropping you there.

"I can't believe you're making me break Chan's 'no fucking in the dorms' rule" he said, taking his shirt off. You laughed, starting to undress as well.

"As if you really cared about rules" you said, opening your arms for him when you and him were finally fully naked.

"You're right, I only care about you and fucking you. You'll get your punishment later" he replied, hovering over you and positioning his member at your entrance, pressing your foreheads together as he slowly entered you. He kissed you before he started slamming into you, trying to maintain your moans to a minimum so the whole 'going to sleep' act could still be believable to your friends.

With your arms thrown around his neck and your legs hugging his waist, you felt the happiest, like you were in heaven. Finally, Minho was filling you with his cock, making you feel like he was the missing piece in your life that left a hole in your constant day to day with his sole absence, but now he was back, fucking you, kissing you; loving you, and it made your head and your heart swim with happiness, because he was back and you would have him like before he left.

He was thrusting you carefully, slowly but not too much to make you feel bored or annoy you, it was almost the right speed to make the moment last longer, a try to be more passionate with you. Minho's grunts and your heavy breathing were all you cared about, you forgot about everything outside the door, but the way your reasonable side made you moan quietly still brought a sense of reality to you, you whimpered and opened your mouth to exhale, his own breathing on your face making you open your eyes to look at him while he kept working, rocking his hips against yours and trying to make you cum for the second time of the day.

"I love you" you told him quietly, looking up at his sweaty face and pulling him in by his neck to kiss him lovingly like you meant to do when you saw him coming out of the plane.

Minho smiled against your lips, allowing his weight to fall on you and support himself on his left elbow, using his right hand to caress your cheek and move a strand of your hair that had gotten on your face so he could admire you better. When he finished the kiss, you thought he would return to the old position, supporting himself with both arms, but he didn't and instead he started kissing your whole face, making you giggle and close your eyes, with each kiss he left on your face you could say he tried to speed up to finally make you reach your well deserved orgasm, everything in that moment felt so intimate, and the addition of the kisses on your face and him gently cupping your cheek let you know this wasn't simple fucking anymore.

You would make a disgusted face at how cheesy it sounded, but in that very moment you couldn't describe the intimate activity as anything else than love making.

It wouldn't be the first time that Minho treats you as gentle as this, but something… felt different. You couldn't quite tell what it was, maybe because it had been months since you were with him, or because you missed him so much, but the ambient felt more mature in the aspect that you knew that his sweet whispers praising you and reminding you that he loved you as well and that you meant so much to him were not just words.

You wanted to cry, but you knew this wasn't the moment, your quiet moans mixed with giggles and adoring smiles disappeared when the new hard thrusting made your walls tighten around Minho's cock, and without any advice you came. You knew that there was a high percentage that the boys already knew what the two of you were up to thanks to the cracking of the bed and the specific noise of skin slapping sounds, but you still wanted to try and drown your moans to simulate that you were sleeping.

"Ah, baby…" Minho grunted, his face hiding in the crook of your neck to then whisper to you "I'm gonna cum…" followed by the twitching of his cock inside you.

"C-cum inside me, fill me up" you said back, your broken voice and tucked out features when he moved to see you being all he needed to release his seed inside you.

The warm sensation of his semen flowing in you made you smile, and your panting boyfriend pulled out of you to take the tissues box he hid under his bed for all occasions.

You looked at him when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, knowing how tired he actually was by the way his eyes were closing, and you appreciated how he still worried to clean you and not let you all sticky, very sweet of him.

The two of you dressed up lazily, this time laying in bed to sleep like you had said that you would do some time ago.

"I'm so happy you're back, I really missed you" you whispered, your hand resting flat on his chest as you listened to his heart beating under you.

"I'm glad to be back as well, kitten. I thought I would go crazy if I spent more days without seeing you" he joked, patting your head with his hand.

"Let's not think about it now, I had a hard time without cumming when you weren't here" he laughed at your words responding by squeezing you a bit.

"Well, if you're going to be this needy every time I come back, I don't mind leaving you as much" he said back, tone so serious that it scared you.

"You're not being serious, right?" you moved, looking at his face. He had his eyes closed, but the faint shadow of a smile creeping on his lips. He opened them to look at you before he answered you.

"Of course not, kitten. The last thing I want is to be away from you, it's so hard to be far from you when I love you this much" he finally said, making you sigh in relief and your heart throb inside your chest.

"It's not my fault that you love me so much, you're only guilty for making me love you so bad" you smiled, going back to resting on his chest.

"Shhh, you know, that I'm the best that's happened in your life, but we can talk about how awesome I am later, now sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up" he moved, shifting to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I hope so, you promised me the fuck of my life when we go to my house and I can't wait for that" you laughed, poking his side.

"We'll see when tomorrow comes, but sleep first. Good night, baby, I love you."

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 8/?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best Friend’s Name)

This one is shorter because of the last one’s length.

Hi everyone! By the time you see this, I will probably be out and therefore cannot update the other parts with this one’s link, so don’t worry about that if you notice it.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Jason’s Trauma and his Death, Lightning, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)  (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Going on day 5 of knowing each other, Jason and Y/N would spend the day apart. Why? Because they gave each other the chance to have family time, Jason got it by playing around with his baby siblings, playing Assassin.

Fluff Head canon came from frownyalfred on Tumblr, who wrote about Jason playing Assassin with his brothers 

He would go running through the halls playing the game that he and Dick knew all too well, it had been the only ‘no contact’ game they were allowed to play at a summer camp Bruce had sent them to all those years ago when they weren’t adults with a bunch of other siblings, and girlfriends. But here they were, explaining the game to their younger siblings while Alfred and Bruce hung out with Barbara, who wished she could play, but was paralyzed.

Everyone missed playing games with her like they used to, but with the video game consoles in the house they did transfer a lot of their gaming to online so they could relive memories with Barbs. It was bittersweet, and everyone remembered when she became paralyzed like it was yesterday, but she always wanted them to play games like they used to, with or without her. 

Jason admired his, hopefully, one day older sister for how she treated her disability, like it was a gift, not something that impacted her everyday life and made her have to hang up the cloak of Batgirl.

But running around chasing after Dick, because of course, he got Dick, the universe wanted them to play again, was something he missed so much. They hadn’t had so much of this time, family time, ever since they all became vigilantes, and they never realized how much they missed the thrill of running around with each other.

Jason ended up getting Dick and throwing him out of the game, calling it a ‘selfless act of brotherhood so you can hang out with your girl’ and they both laughed at it. Titus, Damien’s dog, ended up barking up a storm at Jason when he killed Dick, like the big dog was rooting for Dick to win the tournament.

“Down boy! It’s a game!” Jason would whisper-yell at his dog.

“Yeah! Good boy, Titus! Get him!”

“No!” Jason would yell while running throughout the house, Titus on his heels. Passing by Alfred, Bruce and Barbara, where Titus would stop and go lay at Bruce’s feet, but Jason didn’t know that.

Jason would end up coming in just 10 minutes later, with a green slash on his neck. Tim, who had pulled Cass but killed her, Cass, who had pulled Jason. Tim now had two kills in the game and both were to people who could have easily overpowered him. 

“Jase! Welcome to the land of the dead,” Dick greeted him.

“God dammnit I’ve already been here,” Jason whined in a joke.

“You and your ‘I died pity me’  jokes,” Barbara said.

“It’s called a coping mechanism, Barbs. And hi dad, Alfred,” Jason said as he waved slightly at both of them, Alfred waved back and Bruce nodded at him.

“You could just to go therapy, Jase,” Barbara said, seeming concerned for someone who she considered her baby brother. She remember when he came into the Manor, she was older than him, sure . But he had nightmares and she and Dick would switch between who would sleep at his door at night, they both had terrible backs until the nightmares calmed down. Jason never knew they did this.

It also happened when he was resurrected, but the nightmares were worse and he’d wake all sweaty and upset. There were too many nights where batkids would be in Jason’s bed with him from 12am to when Alfred would greet them in the morning. The nightmares had slowed down a lot in the past few years with the introduction of his Goddaughter into his life, but they still came by to remind him of what happened.

He didn’t talk about it much. They would always try to edge him on about about really happened, but he was stubborn. It made sense, sure, trauma is trauma. But they all wanted to help him get better. It hurt them all that he was hurting and they didn’t know how to help him get through it.

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Y/N would sit on her bed that morning and finally finished organizing her criminal psychology and regular psychology notes when she came across her printed copy of Dr. Barry Allen’s dissertation she had studied so hard. She found it so weird that she was so close to someone who she looked up to in the field while also being so far in the same breath.

She didn't dote on it for long, she stocked it away with her forensics notes in their place. This, the relationship she had with Jason that intertwined her with so many people, was something she was getting used to by the minute, but it was never something she’d get fully used to as time goes on.

She would put on a JCS - Criminal Psychology video in the background as she worked and tried to make her journal look nicer when Jason texted her,

Good morning. He said.

Good morning :)  She said back.

I just lost a game against a 16 year old.

Huh?

My brothers and 2 of my sisters were playing Assassins with me right? Well my 16 year old brother, Tim, he ended up getting the better of me and beat me. 

Oh! So you suck!

What!? No, I’m literally so cool what do you mean? He said, it clearly had sarcasm undertones to it, so Y/N wasn’t worried if she offended him with saying he sucked.

Oh yeah? Then why’d you lose?

Well, I killed Dick.

Okay so you didn’t lose, Dick lost.

It started raining a little bit, the sounds of it hitting lightly against her window, and she felt at peace. It was never hard for her to feel peace when she was by herself. She only had one roommate because she liked the silence, to be alone to collect her own thoughts in her head.

Her parents said it was because she probably had underlying mental illness that they never had the money to diagnose. She agreed. But she still didn’t have the chance to do it.

Jason and her deserved so much more than what the world have given them up to this point, so when they found each other it was, in a way, the universe saying ‘I’m sorry, you deserve this’ and with each passing day it made the pain they had both felt in their lives just a little bit more tolerable.

No, I guess Dick sucks at the game more than me.

Where’d you even get the concept for that game?

Dick and I used to play it at a Summer Camp before we got kicked out.

For playing the game?

No, for being unruly children.

You seem like you were a handful back in the day.

I was, I was the worst kid to raise, my dad has a shirt that says ‘Proud parent of a kid who is sometimes an asshole but that’s OK’ and he wears it all the time.

What a dad moment. Don’t tell my father that shirt exists, he’ll get one for my mum and himself to represent my sister and I.

Were you an unruly child as well?

I was a troublemaker. Getting into arguments with my authoritative figures about dress codes, rules, why girls couldn’t carry chairs, literally anything that was unequal, I was at their throats about it.

I mean, as you should. My older sister, Barbara, and my younger sisters, Stephanie and Cassie, they would like that about you.

I feel like in someway I’ve won over every part of your family.

The rain would get more violent as time went on. Strikes and hits of lightning would strike all around the city, hitting those gargoyles on every building, she always figured they were decorative, but A/N explained that their horns were made out of copper so people wouldn’t get struck by lightning. Bruce Wayne actually made that a thing, A/N said.

Y/N got a message from the dance competition that she signed up to, turns out, California was hit with a hurricane and most people evacuated. No one was allowed in or out. She guessed weather was being funky everywhere. It sucked, but she already was wishing she could spend time at home instead of out in the world.

A feeling she hated.

She would spend the rest of the day on and off the phone with Jason while it stormed. She would go to bed early that night.

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Jason slipped on his vigilante uniform, the Red Hood was going to be on patrol over this night, stormy or not, it was his duty and he knew that. Did he want to go? Yes. He was killing for some action and he was going with Dick. They would probably have some ‘Bro Time’ which Jason wanted. 

Even if it was silence, having Dick nearby him meant enough and gave him peace of mind.

He grabbed his guns and loaded them while packing a few extra magazines in his belt, when Dick placed a hand on his shoulder, “You have to be careful tonight, Jase,” Dick said as he gulped down tears, “Just come back to me alive if you break off from me, okay?”

“Alive but bruised,” Jason joked.

“I’m serious. I can’t lose you again and tonight is going to be massively dangerous.”

“You won’t.”

[anxiety-isnt-bad-babes]

heya, I'm just curious as to your main headcanons for the Alcithan ship? it's always so nice to see different people's interpretations of characters and their dynamics between each other so I'd be lovely to hear your input as well 😊

Ay yo! Let's do this!

Okay, SO most of my Alcithan headcanons fluctuate dependent upon the universe in which they exist. There are some little quirks that are the same regardless of setting/universe, so I'll start with those and go from there. Long post below the cut!

Main Headcanons:

1. Alcina is touch-starved as hell. She grew up as a sickly, female member of a noble family. She's touch-starved; I don't make the rules. The first time Ethan cuddles her, she goes stiff as a board and then straight-up MELTS into the contact.

2. Ethan's favorite thing is to sit with Alcina while she reads a book and play with her hair. He's like a little kid. Plays with individual curls, watches them bounce, slides them between his fingers. Alcina very distinctly Does Not Mind.

3. They are Very Good Parents. They love their hellspawn children, baby or fly or whatever weird combination of the two Daniela is. Alcina is the marshmallow about everything except manners (because manners are Very Important), whereas Ethan tends to be more of the disciplinarian. It's a balancing act when the family first blends, but they soon find their groove.

4. Ethan has Night Terrors. Alcina is his touchstone when he wakes up from one, and she gets very, very good at soothing him quickly.

5. Booba. Ethan loves using it as a pillow. That is all.

Now. . . . ONWARD TO STORY-SPECIFICS!

Rise of Mars

1. Alcina doesn't hate men per-say. She uses anger and disgust to veil what is a deep, unadulterated fear of not being good enough. She is the eldest child to a noble family but is still not nearly so favored as her younger brother. It causes severe issues.

2. Ethan absolutely HATES the word "whore". His full backstory still hasn't been revealed in-story, but suffice to say his mother was a prostitute, and he grew up poor and mean and abused by those around him. It's a hatred that's stayed for nearly 100 years.

3. Alcina LOVES babies. Any babies. All the babies. She's one of those people that infants, small children, and adolescents all take one look at this woman and go, "yes, this is someone I trust" and Alcina just fuckin runs with it. The type to pick up a random kiddo making grabby hands. Chanel? Prada? Gucci? We don't care, pick up that muddy baby.

4. Ethan gives The Best Hugs. Alcina spends a grand chunk of her time snuggled against his chest reading. Likewise, it's his favorite place for Alcina to be because he can just. . . hold her. He protecc.

5. Ethan considers Alcina his Mate. The Cadou implantation made him a bit more animalistic than canon!Alcina is, and so he's a bit possessive, a bit clingy, but ultimately protects that woman with his LIFE.

6. Alcina's mother is a bitch. This has given her anxiety and a massive inferiority complex + jealousy.

7. Ethan was a bit of a playboy before his girls came into the picture. This is Important. Because Alcina is Everything and he is most certainly Ashamed of that period in his life.

Unexpected Family

1. Alcina is actually half-vampire; daughter of a Pureblooded man and vampire woman. Her mother left pretty much immediately after her birth. She and her father were actually very close until his death, and she is Very Much Spoiled because of this.

2. Ethan is an American exchange teacher to Hogwarts. He teaches Muggle Studies. His first day at Hogwarts, he takes one look at Alcina, blushes bright red, and promptly walks into a wall. Very smart, but also so very, very dumb.

3. They get together because Bela is a Very Nervous Baby, and they got much closer working out ways to make her first year more tolerable.

4. Alcina is 9'6" because of a magical accident in her sixth year. She gets a lot of flack in pureblood circles because of her half-vampire nature and height. She learns to take it like a champ but it's still a source of insecurity.

5. Ethan was a Chaser in school; Alcina hates Quidditch with a passion because her kids get hurt, dammit.

6. Despite the fact that he went to school in Ilvermorny, he is the Hufflepuffiest Hufflepuff that ever puffed. So pure. So loyal. We stan. Alcina is a Slytherin. She knows this, owns this, but rises above her own shithead nature and treats the children like gold no matter which house they're in. It's an odd match but they love each other and that's what matters.

7. Alcina hates Dumbledore. A lot. He lives in a constant state of existential dread from this 9'6" dragon vampire lady who treats all the kids like her own. She's the Most Loved Professor, and this is a position all students take very seriously.

8. Rosie is their biological child. Every Hogwarts student is now her older sibling. This is not a drill.

9. McGonagall and Snape help the students parent-trap them because they are So Fucking Tired of the pining they do. It's terrible. NO ONE WANTS TO WITNESS A SAD CINA!!

And that's pretty much it! Well, without spoilers, obviously. Thanks so much for asking!!

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

It had been about an hour or so after breakfast, the rest of Bangtan and you were in Jin's black truck driving out to the mall.

Tae suggested to head out shopping for you some proper clothes after everyone finished a very awkward breakfast and got ready.

Perhaps he wanted a little something from Gucci for himself since you saw him grab his own wallet humming Gucci Gang before he walked out the door-

You were excited to go, not that you weren't used to it. Now you wouldn't have to worry about keeping up with the guys since- you were human. Well, somewhat at least.

Jin was driving with Namjoon in the passenger seat beside him, swiping through his phone listening to music.

You sat between Hoseok and Jimin in the second row, while Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi sat together in the back.

"Why is it I have to sit in the back?! I called shotgun" Tae complained with a whine crossing his arms.

"I'm oldest and it's my car so I say who sits where" Jin shrugged glaring at Tae through the rearview mirror, who was glaring back.

"But it's not fairrrrrrr Namjoon always sits in the front! I always get stuck in the back!"

"Aish Tae-" Namjoon was cut off.

"Taehyung shut up. You've been complaining the past twenty minutes and where you're seated isn't gonna change" Jungkook seemed even more irritated than before he'd left the dorms.

"Jungkook don't say what I'm meant to say- but yes Taehyung, what he said" Jin nodded with a hum, focusing his eyes back on the road.

You bit your lip feeling your ears hang low in a small wave of sadness at Jungkook's aggressive mood.

"Hey Jungkook-ah don't be so grouchy you're making y/n's ears go down and look gloomy.." Jimin spoke glancing at you next to him.

Smiling softly as he spoke, he reached to give your head a pat sweetly to cheer you up. "Oh wait- her ears!!"

"What about them Joon? They are up now don't worry she's happy" Hoseok beamed, joining Jimin in stroking your head.

Namjoon shook his head and sighed waving off Hoseok's attempt to reassure him. "No I mean we need to hide her ears, and face actually- "

Your ears once again hung low. What was the problem with them- and your face too?? They were probably ashamed.. "Is something wrong with me??"

"Ah Joonie you're right- No y/n, it's just that we are used to going out in public with cat you- not half cat you-" Jin explained after seeing your worry.

Tae let out a quiet sigh muttering, "Hybrid... "

Jin whipped his head to look at the younger in the backseat, who was now curled up "HUSH TAEHYUNG-"

"Don't feel bad or worry princess- it's just for your protection and so nobody will start any rumors about all of us with some girl- which happens to be you" Namjoon finished, giving you a smile.

Suddenly you jumped squeaking as a grey beanie landed in your lap, having been thrown to you from behind.

"Wow what a generous way to hand something to her" Yoongi's words laced with sarcasm.

Turning around, you sat on your knees facing the back row to see a head shaking Yoongi and a mid eye roll Jungkook.

Why was he so grumpy- He'd never spoken so rude to Taehyung before, and now throwing things at you?

Before, he would coo your name and give you things when you wanted- sometimes you didn't even have to ask. Jungkook would just randomly treat you with thoughtful gifts.

Although it didn't seem like that sweet caring side of him would be present any time soon.

He reached up to hand his black face mask, both of your fingers brushed against each other softly in the process of you taking it gently from his grip. "Just wear my hat and mask to hide yourself until we get there and I'll buy a new one for you"

Unknowingly, you had begun to purr, causing Jungkook to lick his lips at you, quickly returning to his grouchy state. Leaving you to turn back around putting on the hat.

'Aish Jungkook.. '

Sighing, you let go of the cold interaction turning to look at Hoseok with a fresh cheeky smile as you cupped your face.

"How does it look Hobi??" squealing in his own excitement at your cute appearance, he returned your smile by sharing his own brightly.

"AIGOOOO Y/N-AHHH YOU LOOK SO PRECIOUS!! Yah Jimin-ah! Look how cute!!" reaching out, Hoseok squished your hands against your cheeks with his own so you made a puffy fish face.

Continuing to giggle playing along with the two, having Jungkook watch jealously the entire time.

~Time Skippy~

Jungkook's POV

I mentally sighed watching her, she seemed so happy and playful with Hobi and Jimin.

Why couldn't I bring myself to be that way with her too? It's not that I'm really angry at her..

Just- everytime I look at her.. No. Stop it Jungkook. She's your baby girl. Don't think like that!

"You're not good with girls at all are you Kookie?" turning I faced Yoongi who wore a slight smirk.

I huffed shaking my head looking the other way. Why is he still testing me? I already told him everything.

*flashback*

"Because she's mine".

The older raised his eyebrow slightly then crossing his arms. Pursing his lips he looked at Jungkook in an inquisitive state of mind.

"She's not an object Jungkook, she's a living thing with a mind of her own. Also, if you care so deeply for her still, why is it you've been acting like you're absolutely disgusted by her very presence?"

Jungkook sighed rubbing his fingers against across forehead, taking a seat back down on the couch. Placing his head into his hands running his fingers through his now messy hair.

Yoongi had never seen the boy so stressed. Without permission he sat beside him, resting the sides of his elbows on his knees while cupping his hands in front of him.

The younger kept is gaze averted down, "Hyung.. I just don't know how I feel about her. Or if I'm even supposed to, and I get so frustrated because all I want is to understand.. "

"Jungkook-ah, I of all people understand how you feel towards y/n. I saw it in your face when I decided to test your nerves" Yoongi chuckled earning a frown from the boy beside him.

Jungkook sat up properly, looking back at you with the other members. All laughing and having pancakes.

Giving a sympathetic smile, Yoongi rested his hand on his shoulder. "Kook you really need to talk to her. Soon. I see her ears droop more and more by the second with the way you keep treating her"

"I'm afraid- I'm afraid I'll mess up with her and I don't want that.. In the end.. I just want my y/n happy.. But I feel if I try anything it'll be wrong or hurt her" Scrunching up his face the other male, he turned to look at the girl along with Jungkook.

Yoongi sighed sitting up as well, giving his maknae's shoulder a pat while clearing his throat.

"Right now you're not off to a good start, but for now just try and NOT be a dick to her. You don't have to try anything. Just be her appa again" Jungkook nodded slowly pursing his own lips.

Yoongi stared carefully at Jungkook for a moment, his own thoughts keeping him at a loss for words. But deciding to leave to let the other to dwell on what he'd said.

The younger watched as he left, meanwhile he stayed sitting for a bit longer. Observing you.

You were precious to him.

Your smile was as bright as the full moons light, soft and subtle but it could shine through even the purest darkness.

Your laugh contagious to everyone else around you.

You were perfect.

But could he still be your appa..

When he wanted to be more..

*end of flashback*

With a groan I leaned my head back against the seat, only to quickly sit back up upon feeling my pocket vibrate.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket sighing as I unlocked my screen to read the message I had been sent.

My eyes widened slightly with my brows raising along with them, my face contorting into a confused frown as I finished reading.

Thankfully no one could see my first frantic reaction, having been shielded thanks to my black bucket hat.

"Yah, Jungkookie we're almost there so be sure to grab your bad" giving a nod at Tae's words and pat on my shoulder, I slipped my phone back into my pocket letting out a heavy sigh as Jin pulled in a spot to park.

But that message..

"We told you to get rid of her. It's only a matter of time before you see what monster is curled up at your feet"

Who the hell kept texting me. And why is it always about my y/n..

I'd blocked the number each time I received a message. Which wasn't often but still. If it was some sort of prank the joke was long dead.

Soon y/ns smiling face poked from behind her seat as the others were getting out "Jungkook-appa! Are you coming?"

I would try and talk to her. I would put my own deep desires aside. Because in the end it wouldn't matter if I couldn't keep her safe.

"I'm coming kitten.. "

A/n: Sorry if this is a little sloppy, I wasn't sure how to lay it out on here the way I originally did on wattpad~

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[waitimcomingtoo]

My Girl

First part

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“All done, baby?” Nikki asked you.

“Yes, it was delicious.” You complimented with your perfect manners. “Thank you for cooking.”

“I’ll get your plate!” Paddy announced, hopping off his chair to collect your plate and put it in the sink.

“What a little gentleman.” You commented. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“So, Y/n, how long will you be in Kingston?” Dom asked politely.

“Well I’m off for the week, so I was planning on spending every minute I could with Tom before our schedules got hectic again.” You answered.

“Really? Why don’t the two of you stay here instead of commuting back and forth? You can spend the holiday with us.” Nikki offered.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose.” You said.

“Nonsense.” Dom smiled. “You’re a part of the family now.”

“They’re not married, daddy.” Paddy said pointedly as he reclaimed his seat next to you.

“I feel like we are.” You gushed and squeezed Toms hand. Tom, who had been busy running through every possible worst case scenario of you staying in his childhood home with his brothers for a week, snapped back to attention.

“I feel like we are, too.” Tom smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Nikki sighed happily while Paddy gagged.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to stay here.” You said graciously. “I think that’d be great.”

“Then it’s settled.” Nikki grinned. Tom gave you a fake smile before wondering what he got himself into. “Let me go get the cake.”

And so, you moved into the Holland household for the week. To Tom, it seemed like Paddy was making it his mission in life to annoy him. Every second of every day was “Y/n, look at this!” or “Y/n, come see this.” Everyone else in the house found Paddy’s obvious crush to be adorable, and Tom did too at first. But adorable turned to annoying very fast. It was like Paddy was Tinkerbell, and would die if he didn’t constantly have your attention.

It started off with small things.

“Oops.” You mumbled as you knocked your fork off the counter.

“I got it!” Paddy rushed into the room and picked up your fork. You and Tom were eating breakfast alone and hadn’t even known Paddy was around. Paddy ran to the sink and held your fork under the faucet before returning it to you.

“Here you are.” Paddy said with a smile. You took the fork and gave him a sweet smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.” You cooed, making Paddy blush and give you a gentle nod.

“What are you doing up this early?” Tom questioned his brothers suspicious behavior. “I thought you didn’t wake up until four pm.”

“I do not.” Paddy shot back. “I’m always up early to help mum with the wash.”

“That’s just not true.” Tom said.

“That’s so sweet of you!” You gushed over the little boy. “You’re such a good son.”

“I try.” Paddy said suavely. “Tom still drops his wash off for mum to do.”

“That is…partially true.” Tom admitted. He did on occasion drop his laundry off for his mother to do. He gave Paddy a tight lipped smile. “Paddy, don’t you have homework to do?”

“No.” Paddy looked his bigger dead in the eye.

“Oh really? If I asked mum, would she say the same thing?” Tom asked.

“Fine.” Paddy grumbled, then shot you a smile. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye Y/n.” Tom mimicked once he’d left.

“Stop.” You playfully shoved Tom and popped a blueberry in your mouth. “He’s so cute.”

“He’s a little show off is what he is.” Tom huffed.

“Oh hush.” You elbowed Tom gently. “He just wants to make a good impression.”

“By trying to make me look bad.” Tom pointed out.

“Leave him be.” You ordered. “He just wants his big brothers girlfriend to like him. It’s normal.”

“It’s not normal. I know my brother, Y/n. If you keep being nice to him, he’s gonna fall in love with you.” Tom warned.

“Oh please.” You said. “He’s not gonna fall in love with me.”

“Alright. See for yourself.” Tom shrugged.

And in the end, you did see for yourself.

“Can someone get the toaster down for me?” You called to anyone who was listening. Your fingertips were just centimeters from it, but you couldn’t reach.

“I can do it!” Paddy hopped off his stool and dragged it over to where you were.

“Paddy, you’re like 3 feet tall.” Sam said, also getting up and going over to where you were.

“I have a stool.” Paddy deadpanned, gesturing to his stool.

“And I have 5 feet and 8 inches of pure british glory.” Sam remarked as he easily got the toaster down for you. “Here you go, love.” Sam smiled kindly, and shot a devious look at Paddy. Paddy was fuming. He practically had steam coming out of his ears.

“Thanks Sam.” You said gratefully and took out the English muffins.

“No problem, Y/n. Anytime.” He gave you a wink, and then stuck his tongue out at Paddy when you weren’t looking.

The rest of your time in the house followed in a similar fashion.

“Good morning everyone!” You chirped as you entered the kitchen. You took your new designated seat next to Tom and smiled at everyone at the table.

“You look really pretty today, Y/n.” Paddy spoke up, making Sam and Harry snicker and Tom roll his eyes.

“Thanks, Paddy.” You smiled and put your hand over your heart.

“Paddy”, Sam cleared his throat, “would you like some whip cream on that?”

“I’m eating eggs.” Paddy said dully.

“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Harry continued the act, “Paddy doesn’t need whip cream. He’s already whipped himself.”

“Very funny.” Paddy rolled his eyes as Sam and Harry made whipping motions. You just smiled and looked to Tom.

“Are you ready to leave after breakfast, love?” Tom asked, desperate to change to subject.

“Yep.” You nodded and pressed your lips to his, which he happily accepted. Paddy sucked his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.

“Where is the happy couple going today?” Harry said deviously.

“To the mall.” Tom answered and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“The mall? Can I come with you guys?” Paddy perked up.

“Nope.” Tom said, popping the p.

“Tom.” You scolded. You turned to Paddy and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We need some alone time as a couple.”

“Oh okay. I understand.” Paddy nodded and sighed dramatically. “I wouldn’t want me around either.”

Tom saw right through his act and stared at him with squinted eyes. You, on the other hand, felt guilt pang your heart. You looked at Tom, silently asking him to allow Paddy to tag along. Tom shook his head violently, and you pulled on arm. He didn’t give in, and just kept shaking his head.

“You know what?” You said through a forced smile and eyes that told Tom to behave. “Sure. You can come.”

“I can?” Paddy said happily.

“He can?” Tom asked you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why not? We can go out to dinner later, just to two of us.” You suggested. Tom reluctantly nodded his head and gave Paddy a fake smile.

“Sure. He can come.” Tom said, shooting Paddy the death stare for crashing his date.

After breakfast, you all walked to the car, Paddy running ahead.

“I’ll get that for you.” Paddy opened the passenger door for you gave you cheeky smile.

“Thanks Paddy.” You replied and climbed inside.

It was like that the entire day. You didn’t touch a single door handle all day.

“After you.” Paddy opened the door to yet another store and gestured for you to walk inside.

“Why thank you.” You smiled gratefully and ruffled his hair as you passed through the door. Tom was about to go through the door as well, but Paddy was hot on your trails and shut the door in Toms face. Tom felt jealously bubble in his tummy, no matter how dumb the situation was. He should be the one opening your doors. And he would be, if Paddy didn’t put his little raccoon hands (I’m so sorry) on your door handles before Tom ever got a chance.

You spent most of the time talking to Paddy and getting to know him. You didn’t ignore Tom on purpose, but Paddy made it impossible to have a moment alone. Normally, Tom would be thrilled by the girl he loved getting along so well with his family. But Paddy was driving him crazy. He was always around you like a pesky bug. Tom knew you were too kind to tell Paddy to go away, and he could only hope his little brother wasn’t bothering you.

“I can carry your bags.” Paddy announced as you made your way out of the final store.

“Oh you don’t have-“ you began. Paddy didn’t listen, and took all your shopping bags into his hands. They were a little too heavy for him, making Tom laugh, but Paddy refused to let it show. He carried them all the way to the car, even managing to open your door with his arms full. Tom drove you all home in silence, feeling the jealousy bubbling inside him again. It was unreasonable to be jealous of his kid brothers relationship with his girlfriend. It’s not like anything could possibly happen between you two. If it were Harry or Sam, his feelings would be justified. But Paddy was just a kid. Tom kept telling himself this as Paddy told you yet another story to impress you.

“Thanks for all your help today, sweetheart.” You smiled as you all entered the house, after Paddy the door open for you yet again. Paddy gave you a proud smile and nodded. Toms eyes shifted between the two of you, dying to roll his eyes. To Toms surprise, you bent down and kissed Paddy on his cheek. Paddy’s face burned under your lips, and you heard a gasp escape him. He touched his fingertips to where your lips had been and a grin lit up his freckled face.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to explode on you in front of his brothers.

He could wait. He could wait.

“What’s wrong?” Harry snorted, walking into the living room just in time to see what was going on. “Haven’t you been kissed by a girl before?”

“No.” Paddy said quickly. He hadn’t.

“You’re 15 and never kissed a girl?” Harry continued to taunt his younger brother. “I kissed a hundred girls by that age.” He also hadn’t.

“Leave him alone.” You commanded playfully. “It’s okay, Paddy. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Paddy said, before running away in embarrassment. Harry also left, leaving you alone with Tom.

“What just happened?” Tom asked, unable to hide his feelings.

“Relax.” You’d aid sweetly. “That was my way of telling him that I appreciate his sweet gestures, but he’s just a little brother to me. He gets it.”

“No.” Tom laughed bitterly. “He won’t get it. If anything, you just solidified his fantasy that you two are gonna end up together.”

“He doesn’t actually think that.” You dismissed, still in denial. “He knows I’m too old for him. And besides, he’d never try to take his brothers girlfriend.”

“Wanna bet?” Tom asked.

“Just wait, Tommy.” You said assuredly. “By tomorrow, he’ll be over his crush.

He wasn’t.

The next day, you were lying on the couch, being the big spoon to Tom as an episode of New Girl played. The episode had just ended, and the credits were rolling across the screen.

“Y/n, do you want to play the PS4 with me?” Paddy asked as he entered the room. He had two controllers in his hands and a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” You said, struggling to sit up since Tom was lying on top of your arm.

“But,” Tom protested with a pout, “cuddles?”

“We can cuddle later, lover.” You promised with a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re seriously leaving me to go play a video game with Paddy?” Tom asked, a little sharply.

“I want your family to like me.” You said so only Tom would hear. Tom nodded in reluctant agreement and let you get up. He sighed as he watched you follow Paddy into the other room. Paddy was making it impossible to spend any time with you. The week was falling away and Tom felt like he never saw you, and the times he did see you, Paddy was right at your heels like a puppy. He decided this was the last time his brother got in the way of his time with you.

“Why don’t we spend the day together? Just the two of us?” Tom said the next day as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were stood in front of the kitchen counter.

“Shoot, sorry baby. I promised Paddy I’d watch him do tricks at the skatepark.” You said with an apologetic pout. Tom felt his blood boil at yet another blow off.

“Why did you promise him that? He’s not even good.” He huffed, making your eyes widen as you giggled.

“He just wants to impress me.” You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s cute. Let him be happy.”

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Tom sighed. “He’s genuinely in love with you. And pretty soon, he’s gonna think he actually has a chance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s 15. I’m 23. He knows he’s just a little brother to me.” You reiterated, making Tom rolled his eyes at your innocence.

“I’m telling you, Y/n. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Tom said.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You said with a kiss to Toms lips. He sighed. He didn’t want to spend the few moments he had with you fighting about Paddy.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I just miss you. I never get to see you without him being right there.”

“Tell you what.” Your eyes glistened in the way Tom loved. “I’ll say I’m gonna hang with Daya tomorrow, so I can’t hang out with him. You can meet me at the mall and we can spend the day together. Paddy won’t try to tag along if he thinks I’m gonna be with my friend.”

“When did you get so devious?” Tom asked with a satisfied smirk.

“Ew.” Paddy interrupted your moment with a gag. “I’m pretty sure we have a “no snogging in the kitchen” rule.” He said while glaring at Tom.

The next day, Tom kept a neutral face as he waited for your text telling him to meet you at that mall.

“Hey, wheres your girlfriend?” Harry asked casually as he bit into an apple.

“She’s at-“ Tom began.

“Not you.” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “I was talking to Paddy.”

“She’s at the mall with Zendaya, probably getting another one of those pretty sweaters she wears.” Paddy rattled off.

“And how do you know all that?” Tom asked, a little creeped out at the detail.

“She told me about the mall and Zendaya. The sweater part is just a theory.” Paddy replied.

“Paddy, you don’t actually think you have a chance with this girl, do you?” Harry asked. Tom was relived someone was finally asking.

“I don’t know.” Paddy said, looking at the floor.

“You don’t know?” Tom repeated, shocked that the answered wasn’t a straight “no.” like it should’ve been.

“Yeah. I don’t know.” Paddy said again.

“Well you should.” Tom said assertively, finally losing his cool. “Paddy, she’s my girlfriend. And one day, she’ll be my wife. This isn’t like when we were kids anymore. This is real life and she’s my real girlfriend. You said you would respect that.”

“But she might fancy me back.” Paddy protested with a red face. “She kissed my cheek the other day. And she said I was really good at skateboarding.”

“Oh, so she’s a liar?” Harry cut in.

“No. She’s not a liar.” Paddy defended you, getting genuinely angry now. “She’s perfect.”

“She is.” Tom sighed, seeing that his brother was getting upset and shifting into big brother mode. “She is perfect. But she’s also 8 years older than you and thinks of you as a little brother.”

“Did she say that?” Paddy asked quietly. Tom knelt don’t next to him. He knew Paddy’s feelings of rejection were more important than his own feelings of jealousy. It wasn’t time to fight. It was time to be a good big brother.

“Many times. She loves you, Paddy.” Tom assured him. “But as a brother. Not the way she loves me, and not the way you love her.”

“Oh.” Paddy said softly, looking at his shoes.

“Do you want to come to the mall with me? She’s gonna be there.” Tom offered an olive branch to his brother.

“I thought she was gonna be with Zendaya.” Paddy wondered.

“Zendaya couldn’t make it.” Tom lied. “Why don’t you tag along? She said she misses you.”

“Did she really?” Paddy’s eyes lit up.

“No.” Tom thought.

“Yep.” Tom said. “Go get dressed. I’ll be in the car.”

Paddy ran out of the kitchen and into his room. Tom smiled to himself, pleased with his decision to take the high road. He shot you a quick text to let you know what was going on, and to his satisfaction, you were pleased too.

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Sorry I'm late lol. if it's not to much to ask then, could you tell me about the Frankenstein siblings then?? I amn. Intrigued.

Never too late to send me an ask, don’t worry! <3

Elizabeth, In the AU is Victor‘s cousin born around the same time he was. After Victor‘s aunt and uncle died, Liz came to live with the Frankenstein’s. To say the least, Victor was absolutely thrilled that he would have another playmate his age! Vic’s whole childhood was basically pulling pranks with Henry and Liz, and running around in the woods together. Elizabeth was always a bit of a tomboy, and tended not to be too much into ‘girly things’ at a young age, preferring to hang out with her brothers (that wasn’t too much of a problem to anyone, because this is a modern AU and no one’s trying to raise a perfectly ladylike little girl. Also means, no arranged marriages!) She’s pretty close with Justine, and they like to sit and chat a lot. Basically, Justine just listens to EVERYTHING Elizabeth rants about, she finds it endearing. 

Nowadays, Liz is on the search for a job. She just got out of collage with a degree in English Literature (i think I’m very funny :] ) and she’s looking to become an author. She just needs to find an editor and a publisher she can get for cheap ;-;. She rides a motorcycle around town and Adam thinks she’s the coolest Aunt ever. She’ll call Victor out on his bullshit when ever he‘s acting up, and was furious to find out that Victor had originally abandoned Adam. But heck, they’re close, and they still hang out and pull pranks on the rest of the family. <3

Ernest, Victor’s younger brother by 4 or 5 years, is a freshman in college, working towards a degree in Psychology. He really wants to be a licensed therapist, and is trying SO hard to pass his class. His Professor, who happens to be Prof. VanHelsing, allows Ernest to help him with minor tasks for extra credit. (Not like he actually needs it, he’s got an A in the class, plus 30 extra credit points. But it’s not like VanHelsing’s complaining. His lecture hall is the cleanest it’s been in years.) After pretty much becoming a second father to Ernest, and being his biggest guidance throughout his freshman year, VanHelsing has decided to tell Ernest a bit about Vampires and other such bloodthirsty creatures. (Of course, these monsters actually exist in this universe. They commonly show up in local news, especially after multiple disappearances.) Ernest, who’s dreamed of becoming a hero his whole life, is ecstatic, and begs his Professor to let him help hunt Vampires. He’s currently almost an expert in tracking, trapping, and eradicating most monsters, and actually has done a lot to help prevent random disappearances of people in his community. Sadly, I don’t think he’s looked at the ‘monster reformation/therapy’ route, and would rather just wipe them out before they have a chance to kill again. 

William, my baby! He’s almost 10 and super hyperactive, also best friends with Adam. He sees Clerval as an older brother and loves to go bug hunting with him. (Last time they were out, they found a couple of stag beatles, which highly amused the two of them.) He’s a big fan of drawing and other arts, as most young children are, and he’s quite proud of his family portrait that he painted a few weeks back. He really looks up to Victor, especially after hearing so many grand things about him! After Vic came back for summer vacation, he asked SO many questions. And he was quite curious about Adam. An 8 foot tall man comes home with Victor, looking like a patchwork quilt and mostly keeping to themselves, William knew he had to try and be friends with them! Yeah, they play soccer (or football, wherever you’re from…) together and do lots of drawings. (Oh my gosh, Adam has a 64 pack of crayons and William is so impressed!! So many colors! Like, 10 different shades of green; that’s going to be so  good to draw trees with!!) He likes hanging out with Elizabeth, mostly because she lets him rant about bugs and asks him about certain bug species, which he prides himself in knowing about. (man, I just took bugs and made it his whole personality, huh?) 

I love the Frankenstein family and they’re bound to show up more than once in the series. (Ernest will be very important later. I think he needs more love.) 

Thanks for the ask!

[ssatoritendou]

Backup | ii.

Backup | i.

Pairing: Bokuto/reader Atsumu /reader

Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou

Word count: 5k 

+ summary: (time skip) You have a one-sided crush on your close friend, best friend Bokuto Koutarou however you’re are being strung along after he suffers heartbreak after heartbreak with his loving heart. Atsumu is both of your friends and sees the clear problems with the situation so he plans to help you to get over Bokuto.

Genre: angst fluff

Warning: vulgar language, 18+ scenarios

It had been 1 month since you and Atsumu have been dating. It was still new and the two of you were still testing waters. 

He made sure to keep you comfortable in public and front of your friends.

As soon as you two started dating that fleeting crush on Bokuto was gone. Atsumu filled your heart with new things every day. Looking at him, being with him brought you excitement. 

Soon Bokuto was watching the two of you closely when you were around them. You understand what Atsumu said about his body language around you. He was jealous of your boyfriend. You still wanted to be friends with him but just friends. Even when his girlfriend was around he was watching the two of you like a hawk. But you wouldn’t let his jealously or his crush on you inferiority with your relationship with Atsumu. 

“Hey, Babe! You home?” Atsumu called from your front door.

You came running from your room to the door and hopped into his arms. 

“Hi, Baby!” You squealed and kissed his cheek. “How was your day?”

“Hard. I went running this morning, met Sakusa at the gym for about 4 hours. Then we had practice from 4-8. But all of it is worth it if I get to cuddle with you all night.” 

He snuggles into you. “I can’t believe you are letting me touch you after I was sweating all day.”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me.” 

“I’m going to shower. I think I left some clothes here.”

You snorted. Left some? He leaves his old clothes here all the time. You started washing his clothes and put them in a drawer in your dresser. 

“Ok. Your clothes are in the top left drawer of my dresser. Before you go in what do you want to do for dinner?”

“Let’s order in tonight. Teriyaki chicken and vegetables.”

“Ok, I’ll call.” 

Atsumu went into your room after taking a long shower. He went to the drawer you said expecting to just find a shirt and sweatpants on top of your stuff. But he found a drawer full of his clothes. 

He laughed to himself. He came out dressed leaning on the doorframe watching you look at your sketchbook and tablet, reading over paperwork on the couch.  

He loved that you loved your job just as passionately as he loved volleyball. He moved from the doorframe to behind you on the couch his head falling into your neck. 

“Hi.” 

“How do you feel Sweetie?” You asked. 

“Much better. Nice to know I have a drawer here.” You felt him smile against your skin. “How is your work going?”

“Very well. In 2 weeks the first chapter will be out in Jump. But we are working on this arc for about 5 months. Chapters will come out weekly. But the planning process for this arc has been finished. We draw them out and we hand them in next week. And then we start the next arc and plan that out.”

“Sounds hard. But I know you can do it.”

“Yeah, I’m almost done with my share of the work.” 

He hummed against you, your body vibrating with him. He was clinging to you like a baby animal. 

Your buzzer rang for the food. “Atsumu I have to get up.” 

“Nah you stay.” He unraveled himself from you and buzzed in the food delivery. 

You removed yourself from work and moved to the counter. Atsumu was setting up the food and making your plate. 

“So I have an away game in 2 weeks on the weekend. We are playing against the Alders.”

“Is that Kageyama’s team?”

“Yeah and Ushijima.” He took a bite out of his food. “Would you like to come to the game? Samu and Akaashi are coming.”

“It’s a weekend game, right? You would be staying at a hotel?”

“Yeah. I was going to talk to the coach to see if we could share a room.”

“If it’s ok with your coach then I would love to come and watch you play. Especially if you are playing against Kageyama. I want to see his face when you do your quick attack with Hinata.” 

He laughed. “I’m sure coach will be ok with it he said yes to Bokuto.” 

You hummed never thinking about the owl. You hadn’t really spoken to him in weeks. You were so busy working and the free time you did have you were with Atsumu. 

You felt a little guilty you didn’t want to become one of those girls that were consumed by her boyfriend. Did this make you a bad friend?

It was the day before your jump chapters were being released. Atsumu was working really hard all week for his competition this weekend. You decided to treat yourself to homemade onigiri. 

“Hey, Osamu!” You cheered at the younger twin. 

“___, what are you doing here?” 

“I have a day off and I was craving your famous onigiri.” You sat at the counter. “I’m glad you aren’t coming to me because Atsumu did something bad.” 

“Trust me if Atsumu did something bad you would have to find his body.” 

The two of you laughed. 

Atsumu took you to meet his brother the second week of your dating. You saw similarities in their looks almost. But to you Atsumu was more handsome, overall he was more to you. You saw the competitive and trash talk they served each other. Osamu was way better. Atsumu was better at throwing hands. 

“Atsumu told me a series for the jump of yours comes out tomorrow. Are you nervous?”

“A little. I just hope it succeeds well. Usually, I fill in for another artist when they are on break or on maternity leave. But this is a full-time project that I get to be apart of.” You were blushing thinking about it. It wasn’t something you told Atsumu. “Can you not tell Atsumu that? I haven’t told him that detail.” 

“Why not?” He asked making you the onigiri that you liked. 

“I just know that he would blow it out of proportion during his weekend. He’s been training really hard to go up against Kageyama. You know how he feels about him.” 

“Do I ever. He would watch Karasuno games and just stare and make comments saying we could do those moves. But we couldn’t.” 

“But you guys can do that switch up to move. That is pretty amazing. He says he been working on that with Sakusa. You are going to come to the game right?”

“Yeah, I said I would be there. Atsumu said he wanted me to watch him beat Kageyama. They are friends off the court but when it comes to the court he is so competitive with him.” 

“My friend Akaashi is going to be there too.” 

“Akaashi from Fukurodani?” 

“Yeah. He doesn’t play anymore though he works as an editor at Jump with me.” You were happy to be hear that Osamu was going to be there. You were nervous to sit on the bleachers with Bokuto’s girlfriend by yourself. Since Akaashi was coming you were sure Bokuto was going to force her on him so you wouldn’t get to be with him. Osamu would be your bleacher buddy hopefully. 

“You seem eager to want me there?” 

“Bokuto who is a close friend of mine. He is dating someone new and I haven’t really spent alone time with her. He basically doesn’t let me spend any time with his new girlfriends. And when I do they always act so hostile.” 

“You have me don’t worry. I’ll even teach you about volleyball terms if you want.” 

“Yeah, that would be cool Osamu.” 

You and Atsumu arrived to the bus after you finished your dinner date. You would be driving at night and arriving late at night. 

“Atsumu what are you getting from the trunk of your car?” You said getting your bags from the back seat. 

“Just a gift for everyone and then I have a special gift for you.” He called from the back of the car. He had a bag in one hand and a box in another. “The box is for you. Open it up in the bus.” 

You looked at him suspiciously. “You are acting weird. But I’m going to assume everything is fine. And you aren’t going to be theatrical.” 

“I’m never theatrical!” He shouted. “Just very open about my emotions.” 

You hummed. “Come let's board the bus before they leave without us.”

You brought the bags to the coach underneath the bus. Atsumu was waiting patiently to lead you onto the bus. 

“Wait, kids.” The coach called you over to him. “I had this conversation with Bokuto and his girlfriend. Though I am letting you on the trip ___ I want to make it very clear that is to be no funny business in your room.” 

“Oh, the coach we haven’t um.” “We only just started dating.” You both stumble on your words together. 

“I’m sorry kids but I had to make that rule. Your excused.” 

The two of you were walking to the bus door both with red faces. “Atsumu…” 

“___ it doesn’t bother me. We haven’t reached that level of intimacy. I can wait.” He kissed the side of your face.  “Come on we have to go on the bus. Got a surprise for everyone.” 

Atsumu held your hand and brought you on the bus. “Listen up everyone!” He shouted at his teammates. 

“What’s up Tsumu-Tsumu?” Bokuto said. “And ___? I didn’t know you were coming to the game this weekend.” 

“Oh, I thought Atsumu told everyone.” You eyed Atsumu. 

“I did. 2 weeks ago when the coach told us. But that is not what this is about. Today ___’s first official full-time manga series she will be a permanent team member on. And I bought everyone a copy.” 

“Atsumu!” You hit his arm and shouted at him. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Uh yeah, I did. Everyone pass around the bag. Sakusa you will start because I know how you feel about dead skin cells.” Atsumu handed the neat freak the bag. “Page 247,” Atsumu said. “M’lady.” He leads you to the back of the bus. 

You sat down with the box on your lap. “Atsumu you couldn’t give it to them earlier.” You were a mess face in your hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“I know but I want you to be proud of your work. I know this is the first project that you get to be permanently on. I wish you would have told me that. I would have had a party or something.” 

“Again here we go with the theatrics.”

“All I’m saying is yes I would’ve liked to be that as it may I got you this gift instead.” He tapped the box. “Why don’t you open it?” 

You peaked from your hands and looked at him grinning like the sly fox he was. You removed the ribbon and bow from the box abs lifted the lid to see... “Your Jackels jacket?”

“Correction this is your jacket. It’s a spare of mine. I thought you would like it. And you could wear it to the game tomorrow.” 

He was sweet. Why did he always have to be this sweet? 

“Thank you Atsumu.” You kissed the side of his cheek. “I love it very much. I love-” you caught yourself before you said it. “I love it a lot.” You said hoping to cover it up, he noticed though. 

“Let’s watch a movie on the way there.” He said pulling out his iPad and headphones. 

“Sure.” You agreed. 

The two of you sat in silence on the way to the hotel watching a movie. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to say it. You didn’t want to say it here in front of everyone. You didn’t want them to say something about you expressing your love for Atsumu for the first time. It would spoil it between you. Another thing was that you weren’t sure if Atsumu would say it back. You didn’t want to pressure him into saying it if he didn’t mean it. Or if he even knew if he felt that way about you. You wanted that moment to be private and special to you. You didn’t want to get hurt or made fun of because of your feelings. 

You know that feeling all too well and it was suffocating. Words and sobs getting stuck in your chest bad. Not knowing when to breathe. Worst of all someone on this bus has caused that feeling over and over. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

Your coach gave you your room keys. You were all on the same floor. You were leaning on Atsumu to stay standing up. 

Atsumu sat you down on a suitcase and wheeled you to your shared room. 

You rubbed your eyes and changed from the clothes you were wearing to pajamas. You got into bed. Soon Atsumu joined you being the big spoon. 

With the lights off and one thing on your mind, you said what needed to be said. “Atsumu on the bus I wanted to say something. But I didn’t want to say it there.”

“Which was?”

“I love you. I do love you. I didn’t want to say it there because I wanted it to be a private moment for us. I didn’t want you to be embarrassed in front of our friends. I also didn’t want to pressure you into saying it back.” You felt yourself heating up and sweat a little. “I love you and everything you do and have done for me.” 

He exhaled hard. He rolled you flat on the bed with himself hovering over you. 

“Hey ___?”

You couldn’t speak you just nodded your head. 

“I love you too.” He leaned down and started to kiss you heavily. 

This lead to a pretty heavy make-out session between you two. By the time the two of you pulled away from each other, he had left hickies all over your neck. 

“I might have left hickies all over you.” 

“Mmmm. I should be mad at you expect well you have a few on your neck.” You laughed. He hummed against you. “I’m going to get some water.” You said getting up from the bed. 

“Hurry back. I want cuddles.” He whined.  

How can someone be so whiney like a baby after making out the way you just did. 

You went down the vending machines to get a water to see Bokuto standing there getting a bunch of snacks. 

“Hey, Bo.” You said. 

“Hey, whatcha doing?”

“Getting Tsumu and I water. We are a little bit thirsty.” You chuckled. 

Bokuto was looking you up and down, you were wearing a long shirt with shorts. “I thought coach said no funny business.” He said in a low tone almost pissed. 

“We were just making out and now we are going cuddle.” You smiled happily. 

“___ I want you, to be honest, are you happy? Is he good to you?”

“Yes, Bokuto. Atsumu treats me well. He makes me happy. I love h-him.” You blushed to look at the machine. You bent down and got the waters. “I’m going back to our room. Goodnight Bo hope you do well at the game tomorrow.” 

“Akaashi!” You and Bokuto yelled at the same time. Running towards the male. 

“Who’s Akaashi?” Bokuto’s girlfriend asked. 

“He’s Bokuto’s best friend. And __’s. He is the brain, Bokuto the brawn and ___ the beauty.” Atsumu saying swooning over you. 

“Stop starring at her like she is beef hanging in the window,” Sakusa said looking at him in disgust. “It’s enough you practically branded her with your mouth and your filthily germs.” That sent chills down the germaphobes back. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes. “You think she is a sweet innocent angel when she did the exact same thing,” Atsumu argued. 

“Yeah I know that is also vile. But she tricked by her love for you so she can be excused you on the hand are vile.”

Atsumu groaned and walked away towards the gym. That’s when he noticed his twin brother Osamu walking up next to Akaashi. He noticed how you hugged his brother. He hates to say it but he felt a tinge of jealously. He always felt that way when it came to his. Brother when outsiders were viewing in they always compared the two. Forgot who was who. That is why they changed their hair color so as not to get confused. But still, people forgot. 

However, when he shared his worries that you would find Osamu more attractive or better than him you eased his mind by getting all flustered saying how you felt that Atsumu was the better brother in your eyes. He still remembers your pink cheeks and how you were fidgeting not even looking him in the eyes.  He thought it was so cute. 

“Atsumu!”  Osamu yelled to his brother to come over. 

Atsumu jogged his way over to you and him. He pulled you away from his brother. Hugging you tight to his body, head in your shoulder.

“You called brother?” He said kissing your cheek. 

“Yeah, I did. Why did you brand ___?” Osamu said pointing to your neck. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes at him using the same phrasing as Omi.

You turned around and stuffed your face into his chest. “I don’t see the problem with it. She is my girl.” Atsumu was smiling proudly. “Besides my pretty girl did the same to me.” He unzipped the top of his jacket to show off the hickies. 

They weren’t as deep a shade of red as yours were. 

“You didn’t need to brand her.” Osamu pulled you from his brother's arms. 

Atsumu pulled you back. “We’re in love.”

“Do you two mind not tearing me in half. I’m not a toy.” 

Osamu let go of you and Atsumu pulled you close to him. “Sorry baby.” Sticking his tongue to his brother. Atsumu turned his head towards the team his coach calling him over. “I gotta go guys. Love you.” He kissed you goodbye jogging to the team.   

“Are you sure you are ok? Your neck is bruised a lot.” 

Your face grew red. “Shut it Samu!”

It was already the second set, halfway through. Alders took the first set. Right now it was 19-20 Jackels. 

Right now Atsumu was intensely focused and sweating profusely. 

God when he was like this you couldn’t look away from the game. 

His love for volleyball was hot. 

Akaashi was sitting next to you and Osamu was on your other side. They were talking two each other about the game. 

“Omi said he, Bo, and Atsumu have nearly perfected them setting to Atsumu. Atsumu has been working on his spiking. It almost scary.” You added not even looking at them.

“What are the chances of them doing it?” 

“I love Bo but if Atsumu had to choose he would choose Omi. They have a bond.”

“She is right. In high school, Sakusa called him a parasitic leech of a friend. In the sense that Atsumu was always around at his side and he was afraid he was going to catch a disease from him.” 

Akaashi took this information in. “Why do say no to Bokuto.” 

You knew why he wouldn’t toss him the ball. Atsumu was mad at Bokuto. At practice Atsumu could put it aside, most of the time Atsumu put his problem with Bokuto aside. But when he was this focused he couldn’t ignore who he knew he could trust and who he couldn’t.

“Maybe he just trusts Omi more.” You said quickly looking at Akaashi. 

Akaashi could see you were lying. 

And you were. Atsumu was mad at the way Bokuto was treating you. He was mad that you put effort into your friendship. He was mad that when you were with Atsumu and Bokuto would stare at you and make faces whenever you touched Atsumu. 

20-21 Adlers. 

“Shit Kageyama is up to serve again.” You said. 

“He serves like Oikawa. We are so screwed.” Akaashi agreed.

“Waka told me that he trained with Iwaizumi.” 

“You know Ushijima?” You asked. 

“He eats too. All the Alders do.” 

Kageyama served the ball. You watch it come up and he hit it with such force. It hit the gym floor just as fast.

22-20.

“come on guys.” You said under your breath. 

Kageyama did the served again. Shion went for the ball he was able to get it up. Atsumu was nowhere near where he set the ball but Sakusa was. They were going to do it. You could tell by Sakusa was looking at Atsumu. 

You felt yourself get excited standing up taller to see them do it. 

Sakusa set the ball towards Atsumu. He smashed it down over the net. 

They did it. You jumped up and down. Sakusa and Atsumu high fived. 

Sadly with valiant efforts trying to tie the matches, the Alders pulled through and won. 

As soon as the game was over you went to Atsumu. You hugged him. “You played well. You played the best you could against a hard team. I’m proud of you.” 

You knew how he gets after a game. Wanting to do better a lot better thinking he wasn’t enough for his team. 

He hugged you back and patted the back of your head. 

He whispered in your ear. “I love you and thank you.”

You had your eyes softly closed during your hug. You let go and opened your eyes noticing Bokuto starring at you. 

He quickly looked away focusing on drinking his water his cheeks burning red. 

Atsumu pulled you away from what you noticed by saying, “I think we are going to go to a bar/ arcade with the Alders. Shoyo told us he was talking with Kageyama to do it after the game no matter who won.” 

“That sounds fun. We are gonna clean upright?” 

“Yes. I can’t go out looking like this.” 

You laughed at him. “Come on pretty boy.” 

“Atsumu are you finished getting ready? Bokuto asked me to meet him in the lobby.” 

“Uh, I still have to do my hair. You can go I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” 

“Ok.” 

You walked down the hallway to the lobby. Bokuto was sitting on a bench drinking a coke. His hair was gelled up.  

“Hey, Bo. I didn’t get to tell you this today but you played well today.” 

“I and ___ broke up.”

“Oh, Bo I’m sorry. That was cruel of her to do after you lost today. Did she say why?” 

Bokuto looked at you. Usually, after he told you he broke up with someone you would be holding him and rubbing his head tell him it would be ok. But now you weren’t even touching him. 

He pouted. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Ok, Bo. But don’t let this get you down tonight we are going to have fun.” You smiled at him. 

Atsumu and the rest of the team came out soon. You were at the bar. Atsumu took you to play some games. 

“Why did Bokuto asked you to come out early?”

“Apparently he and ____ broke up. I didn’t console him like I usually do.” 

“Aww, I’m proud of you baby.” 

“Atsumu I also didn’t console him because I don’t want him to think that I can ever be his. I only want to be yours.” 

“And I only want to be yours.” He said he threw a ball into 10 points. “Gonna win you all that big bear over there.”

“Oh, you better because why what type of boyfriend would you be if you didn’t?” 

“A bad one.” He laughed. 

“I’m gonna get drinks what do you want?” 

“Coke tonight not in the mood to drink.” 

You nodded you went to the bar to order drinks. You noticed Kageyama and Hinata competing at a car racing game. 

Waka, Omi, and Osamu were at the bar talking. 

 Bokuto and Akaashi were playing a shooter game 

“I don’t get it Akaashi, she didn’t comfort me as she used to.”

“Bokuto, it’s not her job to make you feel better after every single break up.”

“This was different. ____ broke up with me because of ___. She said she saw the way I looked at her, the way I talked about her. She said it’s not unfair to her that she has to be second to her.”

“Ironic,” Akaashi stated. 

“What does that mean?”

“Oh come on you can’t be that thick.” Bokuto still questioned what he was talking about. “___ has liked you from the moment she met you. But like a routine, you have a new girlfriend and then they break up with you. She comforts you you get her hopes upstart to spend time with her again. Make her feel important and just like that” Akaashi snapped his fingers. “new girlfriend. ___ gets pushed aside. You were saving her for when you got bored of that routine. That wasn’t fair to her it wasn’t healthy for her to wait for you to choose her. She was tired of being put second. Miya asked her out and she happy Bokuto. So happy. It’s nice seeing her like that.”

“Do you really think I put her second?”

“You do it to everyone. It doesn’t t bother me. Did you even know about the first official manga she gets to be apart of?”

He was silent. He felt guilty. He felt like he didn’t know you. What else have you been keeping from him? 

He saw you waiting at the bar for your drinks he needed to talk to you. He stopped his game dropping his gun walking up to you. Akaashi realizes what he did but now there was no way to calm down the irrational owl. 

“___ can we talk?” 

“Sure Bo.” 

“Ok come with me.” He leads you outside of the bar. “Did you have a crush on me?”

“Uh....yeah I did for a time being. It was pretty obvious.” You said looking down moving rocks with your foot. “Why are you asking Bokuto?”

“I like you too.”

“I know you do. But you can’t say that now. I don’t feel that way anymore. It took time but Atsumu helped me.” You smiled at the thought of the bottle blonde. “You put me second a lot and you expected me to pick up your shatter the heart. I was your second girlfriend but without being your girlfriend that shattered my heart. It made me hard for me to breathe around you.”

“___ I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t. I soon realized you didn’t. But I couldn’t wait for you. It wasn’t fair to me I needed to live.”

“___ would you-”

“No Bokuto. You might think Atsumu is my rebound for you and I would drop him in a second, he isn’t. I love him so much. He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room. He puts my needs before his. He knows that I care about him without me even having to say it. He respects me. I love him.” You started looking at him. “I know for a fact that he would never hurt me. Because you have hurt me. I need you to know I want to still be friends with you but you and I need space you need to figure out a way to get over your feelings for me.” 

You walked over to Bokuto and hugged him. “You mean a lot to me Bokuto. It would be hard for me not to have you in my life. But Atsumu means more to me because I love him love him.”

You had tears in your eyes and walked back to the door and saw Atsumu standing there. He wasn’t looking at you instead he was starring down Bokuto. He wanted him to know that you were his and he couldn’t get between the two of you.

He put his hand out for you to take and he brought you back inside. The door closed behind you. 

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough. I’m going to make his life a living hell at practice. But not too much. If he can be just your friend I would be fine with that. I love you so much and I shouldn’t say thank you for choosing me over him.”

“I’m sorry he even tried to ask. I love you and only you.” 

He leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You had a passion for him. A loving kiss. 

Bokuto watched from outside. Atsumu did make you happy he should forget his feelings for you because his friendship with you meant more than this. 

2 months have blown by you were at practice with the boys. Bokuto and you had a more civil talk 2 weeks ago. He said the time away from you had put your friendship into perspective. He realized when he was dating someone you were on the back burner. He didn’t talk to you. He realized he needed in his life to helping him from making really dumb decisions. But he realized if you were really happy with Atsumu and he noticed when he thought about the times you were together and you were with him you had this big smile that only Atsumu could make you that happy. He said maybe he got caught up in this fantasy with you. But he said he has moved on. You as a friend were more important than whatever fantasy. 

You were thankful that he was understanding and that he put the friendship first. 

You could gladly say that you didn’t like Bokuto anymore. You were completely consumed with love with Atsumu. 

“Hey, Hey! Atsumu, ___ let’s get sushi and then play Mario cart at your place.”

“Yeah let’s do it.” You said excitedly. 

“You two better prepared to be in the last place.” Atsumu jeered. 

“Uh Huh yeah who was crying last night when I came in 1st 3 times.” You said throwing it in his face. 

The 3 of you laughed really hard and walked to your apartment together. 

[starkerforlife6969]

Howard Buys Tony an Omega Part 8

TW: Angst with a happy ending, lonely Peter, Omega Peter, Alpha Tony

Though you don’t need to, to understand, you can read the rest here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Tony is twenty-three and overworked. He knows he wants Stark Industries to be something great, but there are so many avenues to go down. So many different routes to take. He’s so tired. It’s exhilarating. It’s exhausting.

When he wakes up from another fitful sleep (so many ideas, buzzing around his head all the time), Peter isn’t in bed beside him: snuggled up with some book, or sound asleep. Tony frowns, but isn’t surprised. His Omega’s been acting a little oddly the past few days.

He pulls himself out of bed and can smell bacon and eggs. Sure enough, Peter’s in the kitchen. He’s in a fluffy pink robe, cheeks still warm and wet from his shower. Tony sits down at the table and reaches for his plate, smiling.

“Smells great, gorgeous,” he grins, and Peter returns his smile: small and a little brittle.

Tony frowns. He nudges Peter’s ankle under the table. “There’s a gala tomorrow night. Another fundraiser. You can get all dolled up.” He teases.

Peter doesn’t smile. Doesn’t bounce with glee like normal. He just sets down his fork with dainty fingers and nods. “Am I supposed to speak at this one?” He asks, tone faux-innocent.

Tony doesn’t like that. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Jesus, Pete, it’s one night.” God, he’s getting a headache. He pushes his plate away from him and decides to go to his study, get a little more work done.

They’re running late.

Well, they’re not- Tony’s driver is, and goddamn is he gonna fire that guy. He grabs his cufflinks, fumbling fingers still stained here and there with pencil smudges, and hurries to the door.

Peter’s stood waiting there: a vision. Wrapped up like a present, his dress has an enormous bow cinched behind his tiny waist, gloves up to his elbows and-

A very sad look on his face.

Tony groans, rolling his eyes. “We can deal with whatever’s bothering you after tonight, baby,” he promises, giving Peter a distracted kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go.”

“My coat-”

“It’s not cold out.”

It is cold out. Peter’s arms erupt in goosebumps the second they step outside. Tony groans and rushes them into the car.

The driver steps on it. They get to the gala fashionably late but not edging on rude. It’s a flurry of people, governors and investors. Obie isn’t here, thank god.

“Tony,” Campbell, one of the younger investors, beams, appearing out of nowhere. Tony shakes his hand. “And this must be your Omega. Well, don’t you have it all?”

Tony smirks, tugging Peter into his side. “Best thing in my life.”

“I’m sure.” Campbell murmurs, taking Peter’s hand. Tony watches as Peter blushes, deeper than normal, and looks up at Campbell through his perfect chestnut curls. “Jesus.” Campbell breathes, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Peter, Sir.” Peter murmurs.

“And how do you like the event so far?”

Peter’s eyes flicker to Tony, who squeezes his hip with reassurance. “We’ve just arrived but I think it’s lovely.”

“Absolutely,” Tony grins, “I’ll get us some drinks.”

On his way to the bar, he gets a few more pats on the back, a few more congratulations not only on his blossoming business but on his gorgeous Omega. Tony relaxes. He watches out of the corner of his eye as he gets handed two champagnes. Peter’s being quiet, sophisticated, demure. He has a little crowd of people around him.

Everyone is enamoured.

This is realms better than what happened at Charity Gardens.

He heads back and hands Peter his champagne, only for the Omega to blink at it in surprise. Tony quirks an eyebrow: amused.

“I don’t…” Peter’s voice breaks, “I don’t like champagne, Alpha.”

“Aww,” a few of the onlookers chuckle. Campbell claps Tony on the shoulder. “I’ll get him something sweet-”

Tony knows that. He knows Peter doesn’t like champagne. Peter likes ridiculously sugary, fruity cocktails if he has to have any alcohol at all. Fuck. And now Tony looks like a shit Alpha and fucking Campbell is trying to move in- “He’s fine.” Tony cuts him off, pressing the glass into Peter’s hand. “You’ll drink it.” He says meaningfully to his Omega..

The people around them shift awkwardly. Peter takes the glass, eyes sparkling with tears. The liquid sloshes with his trembling.

“Tony.” Campbell mutters, sounding shocked. “He doesn’t-”

Peter takes a little sip, unable to hide his initial disgust, but schooling it as quickly as he can and swallowing. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears and he looks up at Tony for approval.

Tony shakes his head, deflating. “Go out onto the deck, Pete. Chuck it in the bushes. I’ll get you something else.”

Peter nods and hurries away.

“Well,” Campbell clears his throat, “I take it you didn’t choose him yourself.”

“What?”

“I mean, if he’s for sale-”

“He’s not. We’re bonded.” Tony snaps. “He’s just been behaving like a brat recently.”

At that, he gets a sigh of understanding. “That happens,” Hannah murmurs, “they always go through a little moody spell. Even the best ones.”

Tony drinks his champagne.

***

He sets down the crystal flute of the champagne glass on the ledge of the patio. It’s untouched, and Peter feels bad for the waste, but he can’t stomach the taste. He swallows hard and tries to be brave. He learnt about this at Green. Every bonding goes through a rough patch. And Tony is working so hard- entering the prime of Alpha life- achieving so much. Peter should be grateful and proud- and he is- he is proud, he’s so proud. He wants to do nothing more than gush over his Alpha, but he feels so alone-

“My god,” comes a deep voice, and Peter blinks away tears, spinning around to see a tall, grey-haired Alpha standing in the doorway. “I wish you were out here waiting for me.”

Peter blushes like fire, feeling the Alpha’s gaze down his body. He smiles, and hopes it looks polite. If this is one of Tony’s possible investors, he wants to be as good as possible. “Thank you, Sir. But I’m not waiting for anyone. Just admiring.” He gestures to the stars.

The Alpha closes steps out onto the patio. The moonlight lights his face. A strapping jaw. Piercing blue eyes. A kind smile. “Please. The most beautiful Omega I’ve ever seen, you did not come here alone. Who’s the fool?”

Peter smoothes his hands over his dress, trying to stop them from shaking. “Thank you,” he murmurs, “I’m bonded to Tony Stark. He’s not a fool. He’s a genius.”

If the Alpha recognises the name he doesn’t show it. He hums thoughtfully. “A dress like that was made for dancing. Has your Alpha danced with you tonight?”

Pain blossoms in Peter’s chest. He shakes his head but smiles. “Not yet.”

The Alpha strides over and holds out his hand.

Peter hesitates.

The Alpha must sense it, because he threads their fingers together and tugs Peter towards him. “Just a dance.” He murmurs.

Peter relaxes into his embrace. It’s almost perfect. Under mossy eaves and under starlight, the distance music of the hall. But it’s not perfect. Because this Alpha is too tall and too broad. His hands don’t hold Peter quite the same way.

“Don’t look so sad, gorgeous,” The Alpha hums, twirling Peter suddenly and causing him to giggle in surprise. “There we go,” the Alpha grins, “sublime.”

Peter can’t remember the last time he and Tony danced. He lets his eyes drift close and sways.

When the music draws to an end inside, Peter feels fingers brush his curls behind his ear. He steps away, flushing-

And he sees Tony’s sharp silhouette in the doorway.

Cut against the light in an ebony suit, eyes dark and unreadable, drinking a cool glass of champagne, stem pinched tight in his fingers.

Their eyes meet.

“Tony,” Peter whispers, rushing over, a horrible dread running through him. What has he done? He curls his fingers over Tony’s hand, tears pricking in his eyes, but his Alpha won’t look at him.

“Peter. Senator.” Tony nods, voice cold, pulling out of Peter’s grasp, and heading back inside.

*

They don’t talk when they get back to the penthouse. Peter is a small, sad figure by his side. Tony refuses the urge to comfort him.

When Peter heads towards the kitchen, Tony shakes his head. “I’m not hungry.” He mutters, loosening his bowtie and heading to the bedroom.

He lies in the dark, waiting for Peter. He thinks about what he’ll say. He needs to address this behaviour. Needs to understand where his sweet, loving Omega went. Needs to reprimand him. The thought isn’t pleasant. Not with Peter’s sensitive heart, not with his pretty tears.

But that’s what they are. Pretty. To dance with another Alpha. Peter’s behaviour has been rude and Tony can’t explain it. He’s angry, irritated and jealous. To see his Omega in that old Senator’s  arms- he’s seething.

He falls into another fitful sleep, and when he wakes with a jerk, Peter’s side of the bed is unslept in.

He pads through the dark, silent apartment, and spots Peter sleeping on the large sofa. Still in his dress, lashes clumped together with tears, looking so small and alone and-

Tony turns away.

—

His study is lit with moonlight, and he eases down into his chair. His whole life he’s figured things out, understood things, and he’d always understood Pete, his sweetheart. He must be missing something. Something must have happened.

An affair? The thought makes Tony sick, but he pulls up the apartment’s top of the art monitoring system anyway and skips back a few months.

He watches memories play out in front of him. Him and Peter having breakfast, kissing each other goodbye. He watches Peter flit around the apartment, cleaning and reading and writing letters. His boy sings to himself. It’s beautiful and innocent and everything’s fine and then-

Tony watches himself as he comes home one night- about three months ago. It’s late. He watches as he heads into the bedroom where Peter’s already asleep. His boy wakes up though, blinking at his Alpha.

“It’s late,” Peter had murmured, voice sleepy, “I made lasagne and it’s in the oven.”

Tony had clambered into bed and hauled his boy into his side.

That doesn’t look so bad.

But then the next night, Tony’s late. And the next night. And the next. Every night for a week. Tony remembers that week. He’d been hell-bent on getting the engineering software just right. He’d never even told Peter why he was going to be late.

He watches as over the week, Peter stops looking at the door at 6pm. How he starts putting Tony’s dinner right in the oven. How he sits alone at the dining table and eats quietly, washing his dishes, and then standing on the deck looking out over Central Park and watching the sunset.

Tony swallows the lump in his throat.

He’s gone all that weekend too.

But on Sunday afternoon, Tony watches as Peter busies himself. He takes a long bath, fusses over his hair, and stands in front of the mirror trying on a variety of pretty lingerie. Frills and silks, all deliciously tight.

Tony has to shift in his seat as he watches, the hum of arousal stirring.. Peter scrunches his nose up in concentration as he paints his lips cherry, he coughs when he spritzes the perfume too close to his mouth and Tony chuckles fondly.

But he gets a bad feeling as the day draws to a close. Because he doesn’t remember seeing Peter in this get up. Who is this all for?

He watches, enrapt, as the door to the apartment opens. It’s dark outside, and Peter arranges himself on the bed. His boy is gorgeous without trying, but with effort- he takes Tony’s breath away.

But sure enough, it’s Tony who walks into the bedroom. He looks tired and annoyed and-

It was right after the first investor meeting.

He watches, heart sinking, as his past self sits on the bed and kicks off his shoes.

Peter makes a small sound, soft hands sliding up Tony’s chest. “Alpha-“ he whispers, voice shy and sweet and-

Tony’s eyes burn as he watches.

“Baby, it’s been a long day, alright?” Tony gruffs out, raking his hand through his hair and getting under the sheets and turning away.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispers, stroking his fingers through Tony’s hair, sidling up against him, all soft and silk, “I’ve missed you and I-“

“Peter. Tomorrow.” Tony snaps, unusually harsh.

Peter pulls back, face hurt. He waits until Tony is asleep before slipping out of bed and pulling off the stockings and suspenders. He slips into warm cotton and curls up in a small ball on the very edge of the bed.

Tony can’t believe it. He itches to apologise, he can’t believe he hadn’t seen Peter’s efforts. And the little thing hadn’t even complained, hadn’t brought it up again-

He watches Peter spend his evenings alone. Watches him gaze at sunsets.

He watches himself walk in proudly one Friday and grin. Peter, sitting on the bed, looks up with a huge smile at his Alpha’s happiness.

“Charity Gardens,” Tony had announced, “me and my beautiful omega, a gorgeous park, midday sunlight.”

Peter positively beams. “Is it a picnic? Can I make us something?”

Tony had laughed, waving him off. “It’s a work function, gorgeous. I need to show you off.”

Current Tony can see the little second of disappointment that flashes over Peter’s face. The one in the video doesn’t. “Oh.” Peter murmurs, before forcibly brightening. “Okay. Should I make something to bring anyway? I wanna try banana bread…”

Tony chuckles, kissing Peter’s forehead. “Wow them, baby.”

*

Charity Gardens at midday is beautiful.

It’s sophistication that Tony’s grown up with his whole life. But this time it’s on his own terms. His genius. Not his father’s. He feels grown up.

“Is he yours?” Grace asks, nodding her head and Tony turns to see Peter playing in the grass. He’s barefoot, heels discarded, pretty dress stained here and there with mud, a vision as he plays with the children that people have brought along.

“You should teach him some class.” Obie frowns, and Tony swallows. “It’s not right for the omega of an Alpha such as yourself to behave like a child, Anthony.”

“Pete doesn’t act like a child.” Tony snaps.

Obie gives him a disappointed look.

Grace elbows Obie. “He’s a sweetheart, Tony, don’t listen to Obadiah. He’s just jealous.”

-

“Maybe next time,” Tony says gently, as he and Peter step into the shower, bodies pressed flush together. “Maybe you just stay by my side. It looks more professional that way.”

Peter had blinked in surprise, before a dismayed look fell onto his face. “Did I embarrass you Alpha?” He choked, hugging Tony tight. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. They taught how to behave at Green, but I- I forgot—“

“Hey, no, shh,” Tony whispers, water cascading over both of them. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

*

He watches as he keeps coming home late. He watches as Peter looks more and more sullen. Smaller everyday. He watches as his boy spends hours in the kitchen, arms covered in flour, turning pages of a recipe book over with his nose, only for Tony to take a few bites and not say a word.

He watches his sunshine deflate.

It makes sense, Peter’s reaction yesterday morning to the news about the gala. Peter’s snappish tone, his hardened glare. Tony understands it now.

He watches on the monitor as Peter dances alone around the apartment while the food is cooking. Arms up holding an imaginary partner.

Tony can’t remember the last time he danced with his boy, and it’s no wonder that Peter danced with that Senator.

All they’d done was dance. Nothing else. No reason to be jealous or angry. Peter had pulled away the moment it was over. But even when he’d been dancing, Peter hadn’t looked comfortable. He’d looked stiff and sad.

Tony’s forgotten how to treat what makes him happy.

He closes his eyes and shuts his laptop, disappointed in himself.

This isn’t right.

He gets up, determined, and heads to the living room. He crouches by the couch and rubs his nose against Peter’s. Oh god, Peter. Skin like satin and fresh cream, the longest, darkest eyelashes, sweet as anything in the whole world.

He’s perfect. Tony’s forgotten how to treat an omega. Has taken him for granted. They need love and cherishing and Tony’s been-

He lets out a choked off sob, and Peter jerks awake- eyes wide and worried.

“Alpha?” He whispers, “are you okay, are you…” he cups Tony’s face in his tiny hands, grounding him, loving him.

“I’ve done you wrong the past few months, baby,” Tony confesses, “I’ve been a shit Alpha-“

“No!” Peter bleats devotedly, flinging his arms around Tony’s shoulders. “You’re the best, the best-“

“I’ve let you down. Bonded you and ignored you like those Alphas you read about in books- treated you like nothing-“

“No.” Peter whispers, voice firm. He locks eyes with Tony, noses touching. “You give me everything.”

Tony sweeps him into his arms. Peter’s light as anything, perfect in his grasp. Why wouldn’t he dance with his angel where everyone could see? Why would he tell Peter not to be Peter? Not to do what comes naturally to an omega and play with children and frolic in the grass and be happy?

How could he deny his boy anything?

“You got ready for me.” Tony whispers, heading into the bedroom and setting Peter down onto their bed. “In stockings and lace, where’s that little number?”

He can feel the heat of Peter’s blush. “How do you…”

Tony kisses him hard, pinning him to the bed and hovering over him, knees between those long legs. “You hate champagne. You’re an amazing cook. You were a vision tonight. You’re a vision every night. I’m so proud that you’re mine. You wanted Charity Garden to be just me and you, it will be. Wherever you wanna go, whenever you wanna go, just me and you.”

Peter’s eyes glisten with tears. Tony kisses his sharp cheekbones and wills them not to fall.

“Don’t cry, baby, please, I can’t take it.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter blubbers, tears slipping out. “I-I didn’t mean to be rude, and- I shouldn’t have danced with that Alpha, and- and I just missed you.” His slender fingers clutch tight at Tony’s shirt. “Sometimes when you go, I think you might not…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Tony groans, pain coursing through his system. “I haven’t done you right. I’ve let you down.”

Peter shakes his head, denying still that Tony has flaws, but he knows. Tony knows.

“It’ll be different,” he promises, kissing down Peter’s neck, feeling the delighted whimper from beneath him. Feeling the way Peter arches against his body. It’s been too long. Jesus, how has he gone without this?

Peter’s panting beneath him, squirming with desire. “Don’t stop,” he pleads, fingers unbuttoning Tony’s shirt, hips keening, “please.”

Tony can see himself all those nights turning away. Not noticing. Too tired and overworked. But Peter has been here, wanting him, missing him. It’s almost too much to bear.

“Don’t do a thing.” Tony whispers, nosing at Peter’s ear, tickling him, hands working on the bow of Peter’s dress. “Don’t do a thing, let me show you how much I love you.”

***

As he creeps back into the penthouse the next morning, he’s relieved to see Peter’s still asleep.

As quietly as he can, he brings all the pink balloons into the bedroom and sets down the breakfast tray heaped with all of Peter’s favourite food.

When Peter wakes up, his hair is adorably mussed, endearing confusion all over his face.

Tony can’t help but kiss him.

Peter makes a sound of glee at breakfast- a louder sound of delight at the balloons, and Tony feeds him and whispers how much he loves him.

Once Peter’s giddy with the sugar rush of his waffles, he flits out of bed and over to the record player. Tony watches, amused and fond, as smooth jazz starts to play.

“Let’s dance,” Peter whispers, standing at the foot of bed. Chocolate around his mouth, sparkles in his eyes, hair mussed, wearing only Tony’s shirt. Long, smooth legs on display. Peter holds out his hand impatiently, teasing. “Dance with me, Alpha.”

Tony vows to never lose sight again. Not of what matters. Peter steps onto his feet, so Tony can whirl them around. Tony rests his face on those impossibly soft curls, holds his boy tight.

Peter’s humming under his breath to the music, face in Tony’s chest, content as a kitten.

“I can’t believe I was so blind,” Tony admits. “That I took you for granted.”

Peter kisses the underside of his jaw, a butterfly kiss, full of love and forgiveness.

Beside an unmade bed, empty plates of waffles and under a thousand red balloons, they continue to dance.

mwah gorgeous people x 

[addictedtomanga]

Shoujo manga recommendations - living together/neighbors

1.      Konyakusei 

Sachi Hanaoka has just lost her parents to a traffic accident and her fear of living alone becomes reality. To add on to her troubles, Kouichi Saonji, the young landlord of her apartment, approaches her and requests that she prepare to vacate since she is now be unable to pay rent. Alternatively, Kouichi proposes a solution: he and Sachi will get married and she will act as his caretaker. Not only will her expenses be covered, but it would also serve as a method to quell his family's nagging for him to find a wife. Despite the lack of genuine feelings between them, Sachi finds herself drawn to Kouichi and accepts his offer. But will the newly wed couple be able to fall in love, or will they remain strangers forever?

2.      Sugar Family 

Since Yuuka's mother died at an early age, Yuuka turned out to be the one taking care of her child-like father. Right before high school started, Yuuka's dad announced his remarriage with Satou Masami. Masami-san turned out to be a reliable, responsible person, so Yuuka finally thought she's off the hook. That is, until she finds out about her new older brother...

3.      Kyou mo Uchi de Machi Awase

After a fire, a middle-aged man meets a homeless single mother and her son at the convenience store. He is instantly reminded of someone he used to know over a decade ago. Could it be...?

4.      Kyoudai Gokko 

Growing up, Rio Takara has always wanted siblings. So when her parents decide to move overseas without her and tells her she will be living with two people around her age, she's cautiously optimistic. But they turn out to be brothers who fight like cats and dogs. Is this what having siblings is like?

5.      Kamiki Kyoudai Okotowari

Iroha was raised by her single mother, but when her mother remarries, they move in with her step-father and his 3 sons. To Iroha, this will be the first time she's living with men. What will happen to Iroha's new life!?

6.      Monokuro Shounen Shoujo 

Kureha Mimachi, a 15-year-old girl, has just transferred into Shiritsu Kenhono High School. However, there is something weird about this school, it is actually a school where the Princes and Princesses of the beast-kind go to...?! Even though Kureha is human, she is there as a way to help the students their lives peacefully with humans and has the role as the "rabbit". Will she be able survive without being eaten by the students...?!

7.      Mademoiselle Butterfly 

Our heroine is a girl who lives as a geisha in Japan. She has a male childhood friend who's always been kind to her and is her favorite. He's a painter, only he paints on human body parts, and she loves it when he paints beautiful butterflies on her arms. She goes to visit him one day and finds a naked woman lying in his room. Immediately after, she gets a customer who's rich and very interested in her. The thought of being away from her friend pains her, but is everything really too late?

8.      Mayonaka Lolita 

After she took some medicines, Michiryuu became suddenly a little girl. People used to say that she was really perfect. That's why she wants to came back to normal quickly. But the only condition if she wants that happen is to find "a personn she'll love". But that's completely impossible for her! So what will happen to Michiryuu...?

9.      Mayonaka ni Kiss 

Natori Nono is a very tough school-girl, she lives with her widowed mother Ayame and her younger brother Takumi in a very small apartment, where she does all the chores. Her boyfriend wants money from her, because he's really poor, too. But one day, Nono discovers that her mother remarried! She married Ichijou Hayato, the owner of the 'Ichijou Group'. Now, Nono lives there (in unaccustomed riches) with her mother, her brother, her stepfather AND her new stepbrother: Ichijou Kasuomi (his father calls him Omi-kun)!!! At first, Nono thinks Kasuomi is not nice. But what will happen next?

10.  Harem Lodge 

Midori lost her mother when she was young and now her father's gone too. But her dad left her with a surprise: a fiancé named Tetsuya. So now, Midori has to live in a good-looking men only apartment (Harem Lodge), which is actually filled with weirdos. What is going to happen to her? Well we just have to wait and see...

11.  Hyakujuu no ou ni Tsugu!

This is the liberated area where you listen to girls will, a girls high school! in this class, there's a king. Me, Yuka! My friends are counting on me and boys are afraid of me! But that kind of paradise will suddenly break up by a thirty-year old man!! dates will take place in golf areas and kisses will have the taste of smoke...

12.  Last Notes 

Haru and Aki are the masters of the branch store - an old-looking and very unusual shop. It sells only one thing: a special kind of incense that, when burned, allows the user to see and speak with the spirit of the dead person that appears in the smoke. Every customer has a different reason for calling up the dead, and how they use this unusual opportunity is up to them...

13.  Hapira Hajimaru 

Asai Sachi's luck has always been considered dreadful. After becoming the class president, she meets Kurono Hyougo, a guy with a frightful face who bears various gruesome rumours behind his back. Hyougo had been living alone in an apartment; but when Sachi mistakenly reveals that Hyougo is a minor, he had to be kicked out. Fortunately, Sachi's father is a realtor, and suggested to have Hyougo live in their unused detached house. Would Sachi's bad luck turn upside down upon meeting Hyougo?

14.  Hana o Meshimase

After Shion's mother passed away, she was left with her father who loves to gamble and evade his responsibilities as a father. Due to that continuous pattern, Shion moves in to live as a live-in employee with 25-years-old florist Shun Mamyuuda. As she begins to learn the value of flowers and life, will she also find her place in love?

15.  Good Morning Call 

Nao Yoshikawa stays behind to live by herself when her parents leave to inherit her grandpa's farm in the country. On the day she moves into her new apartment she soon discovers that it was rented also to Hisashi Uehara—a cute, super-cool and popular guy from her school. Not only did their housing agency unexpectedly close down, the landlord of the apartment tells them that they had to pay more for their apartment then they had expected. With both no money and no home to return to, Nao and Hisashi decide to live together as flatmates.

16.  Nanako Robin 

Yoshino Nako has a saying. "If I'm happy, I can do anything!" In her sister's place, Nako-chan steals the groom of an arranged (political) marriage and helps them elope. But when the Hayami group starts failing, she must pay the consequence by housing the delinquent brother...

17.  Momo Raba 

Chieri (Cherry) was living an ordinary life, until her sister Ichigo (Strawberry) suddenly left her child Momo (Peach) on Chieri's doorstep. Momo is an infant; how is Chieri supposed to take care of a baby while still in high school!? To make matters even more frustrating, two guys are fighting for Chieri's love...!

18.  Men’s Life 

Mio's life is changed in a big way due to an encounter with Rin, an upperclassman who is one-year-older, and...!?

19.  Tonari wa Nani o Kuu Hito zo 

Inaba Suzuna is trying her best to make a campus debut and to have many friends in Tokyo. Until she realized that she miserably fails at living alone. Fortunately, her neighbor, Seto, comes and saves her from dying of starvation. Bright campus life is still far away for Suzuna, but at least, she has a very dependable neighbor!

20.  Yumemiru Taiyou

While loitering in the park, Shimana Kameko, who intended to run away from home and skip school, meets a suspicious man in a kimono. This man, who had been locked out of his house, offers Shimana a place to stay. However, he requests she fulfill three conditions in exchange for her tenancy!?

21.  Taiyou no Ie 

After her mother abandoned her and her father remarried, high schooler Mao Motomiya is left feeling like she doesn't have a place where she belongs. One night, her childhood friend Hiro Nakamura finds her in a shrine eating cheap convenience store food and offers to take her to a restaurant. Their subsequent heart to heart leads to Hiro suggesting that Mao move in with him. To Hiro who has lived apart from his younger siblings all these years after their parents passed away, bringing his family back together in the once-lively Nakamura home begins with the first step of giving Mao a loving place to belong. When Mao reluctantly accepts his invitation, she is surprised at how easy it is to settle in with her longtime friend. Now she must deal not only with mending her relationship with her father and helping the oldest Nakamura brother attain his goal, but also her growing feelings for Hiro.

22.  Tsubaki-chou Lonely Planet 

Oono Fumi is a poor second year high school student. Because of her father's debts, she's kicked out of her own home and has to rely on her own connections to survive. Thus begins her life as a live-in housekeeper for a reclusive writer...

23.  Faster than a kiss

Losing their parents, Fumino and her brother hop from one relative to another. Getting tired of all those movings, she finally decides to quit school and work to support her brother on her own. As they sat on a park bench, her teacher appears in front of her and agrees to her demanding of marrying and supporting both her and her brother!! Is he serious or just playing around...!?

24.  Kiss/Hug 

Ryuu, a super-business-like transfer student from England with black hair and blue eyes just arrived! During the night of the Tanabata festival, Ryuu and Yukino became attracted to each other at first sight. He then declares, "You will be mine!" This brought confusion to Yukino, who has zero experience in love. But could she actually be falling in love?

25.  Kanna to Decchi 

Our heroine Kanna is the daughter of the famous builder in town. One day a boy with a hammer appears to train under Kanna's father?! The heart pounding love story of a handsome apprentice carpenter.

26.  Sabaku no Harem 

Mishe a strong willed girl raised from poverty has caught Prince Kallum's attention. Attention as in, "you will become one of my concubines," thus begins Mishe's adventures into Prince Kallum's world.

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Perfect

Part 8

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 9 // Part 10

A/N: Hey guys thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve given me and this story ❤️ We wouldn’t be where we are without all your love and kind words it truly means the world to me 💕 so thank you so much, I love you all. Now grab your tissues cause this could get rough.

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Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2! A little steamy, very emotional second half. Angst

Parking behind EZ’s bike you noticed no other vehicles or bikes, specifically Angel’s around and let out a sigh of relief. He would be here eventually but for now you were thankful that you would have some time with just EZ to help calm your nerves before facing Angel. Felipe’s truck was also missing and you figured he must have gone out for something.

You were early.

Shutting your door and clicking the key fob until your car honked signaling it was locked you walked up the walkway, climbing the steps and then entering the home as you had so many times in the past.

“Hello,” You called out as you hung your purse on the hook by the door. You didn’t get a response so you assumed EZ must be out back. Making your way through the house and into the kitchen you opened the fridge setting the tray of blueberry bars you had made for desert on the lowest shelf.

Turning back around you looked over at the urn for Marisol, so beautiful. There was a pang in your chest every time you saw it but you knew having her close was good for Felipe. It was sweet how he still talked to her everyday. They had the kind of love that was everlasting, the kind of love you were so sure you and Angel had possessed as well.

Stepping over to her you kissed your fingers before placing them gently onto the cool surface, “Hey Marisol,” you murmured, “I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

The sound of the back screen door sliding open caught your attention. You gingerly moved your hand and smiled. Stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room you turned the corner expecting to find EZ but ended up finding Angel instead, your smile faltering,“I thought you were EZ. Where’s your bike?”

He stepped into the room with you, hands in his pockets, “It’s getting some work done. Pops and EZ had to run to the shop and pick up some shit.”

Great, it was just the two of you. You gave him a nod in understanding, not sure what else to say or do.

“So are we gonna talk about it?” He asked breaking the silence, “Or are we just gonna act like whatever that was at the clubhouse didn’t happen?” He knew this may not be the best time but he wasn’t gonna just drop it like it never happened. And no one was here to stop him.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you replied bluntly.

“Really? Cause I got a whole lot I could say.” He said sauntering closer to you.

“It was a mistake.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t want it to happen again,” His cologne mixed with the scent of nicotine surrounded you making your knees weak, “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy every moment of it. The way my tongue ate you up, my fingers curling inside you. God you tasted so good,” he groaned, getting closer with each word, “You can’t tell me you don’t want me filling you up again, to feel my seed seeping out of you. I know your body aches for mine just as mine for yours, querida.”

“Come any closer Angel and I swear to god I will slap you again,” You warned. If he came any closer you were afraid your body would betray you and you couldn’t have that. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“Well considering what happened last time I wouldn’t be opposed,” he knew he was being cocky, he knew he was pushing it, but just earlier you were hanging around with another guy and it was driving him crazy ever since he saw you together. But you and him had history, he had the upper hand and he wasn’t gonna let that slip through his fingers.

And part of him was also pushing all the emotional baggage that was to be unleashed to the back of his mind the only way he knew how.

“It was a mistake,” you repeated, “It’s never happening again,”

“Really? You don’t even want to just fuckin’ use me again to get off?” He said, voice low and gruff, “You at least want these back, don’t you?” Pulling your panties out of the pocket of his cut he dangled the green lacy fabric in front of you, a smirk splayed across his face.

You snatched them out of his hand, glaring at him, “Yes, I do.”

“I washed them, in case you care.” He said nonchalantly. The sound of Felipe’s truck alerted the two of you to the rest of your party’s arrival. You were so relieved and quickly shoved the article of clothing into your purse before the men entered your home.

EZ stepped through the door first, greeting you with a grin, “You’re early.” He commented. He was hoping they’d be back before you so you wouldn’t be left alone with Angel but he should have known you’d be early. He could feel the tension in the room and hoped Angel hadn’t done too much damage.

Smiling at the two men you gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Here I’ll get those,” you told EZ taking the bag from his hands and following Felipe to the kitchen, “I made some blueberry bars for desert.” You said.

Felipe smiled, leading you out the back with him, “Sounds delicious, mija.”

EZ turned his attention to his brother who was leaning his shoulder against the wall, “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Angel shrugged off his brother's accusation, heading in the direction you and his father disappeared off to.

EZ caught his shoulder before he could get far, keeping him back a minute, “Look I know you've been caught up on that Matt guy, but tonight is not the night Angel. You wanted me to help keep you from saying stupid shit? Well then you have to listen to me.”

He hated having to listen to his little brother, but he knew he was right. Tonight was not the night, “Alright, what do you got baby bro?”

“Well,” he started, “How about every time you feel like saying some asinine shit you take a bite of food. Keep that mouth of yours occupied.” EZ grinned at him.

“That sounds like a stupid fuckin’ idea.”

“Well please, by all means do it your way if you don’t like my idea. But if you want her back I’d listen to me.” EZ wanted to do whatever it took to keep the peace tonight, to have somewhat of an enjoyable meal before they shattered your world around you.

“Alright.” Angel gave in walking past his brother and grabbing some beers out of the fridge before joining you out back.

The four of you sat around the small table enjoying your steak dinner, Angel and Felipe on the ends with EZ next to Angel and you Felipe. The four of you chatted casually, you, Felipe, and EZ more than Angel about everyday things such as how the carniceria was doing, the new business opening down the street, and all the things the people you grew up with had been up to in your time away.

Angel listened as you talked animatedly, getting lost in your words and the sound of your voice. Still he couldn’t stop thinking about that damn man named Matt. You were with him this afternoon for god knows how long and the image of the two of you walking together wouldn’t leave his mind. It was driving him insane before he knew if he was blurting out, “So how was your date with Matt?”

EZ shot Angel a look, a silent exchange happening between the brothers.

‘What the fuck? I told you to keep your mouth shut.’

‘What, it’s an innocent question’

Everything was going so well.

“You’ve met him?” You asked, as far as you knew he only ever saw him when you were walking together, unless of course he asked Felipe about him.

“Nope.”

“Well first of all it wasn’t a date, I was just helping him out, he’s new to town. I was just doing the neighborly thing,” you explained taking a bite of your mashed potatoes.

Yeah sure, Angel thought. That’s a perfect excuse to get a girl to spend time with you and the perfect way to take advantage of a good person such as yourself.

“He’s actually very nice,” you went on talking about the man you had just met earlier in the day. You really liked Matt, he was kind and funny, easy to talk to. “He’s working mostly across the border, a former Marine.”

Of course he was. Angel was going to comment but EZ’s stare bored into him so instead he took a bite of his food, as suggested by his younger brother.

“Oh and he has this adorable pit bull he rescued from a dog fighting ring,” You commented. He had shown you a picture of the sweet girl, “Her name is Violet.”

Well isn’t he just a fucking hero, another bite was shoved into Angel’s mouth as he really started to regret bringing him up.

You continued to talk about your afternoon with Matt just getting lost in the excitement of a new face in town, a new friend. You weren’t trying to make Angel jealous or even rub it in his face, you were just genuinely happy and didn’t even think of Matt in any other capacity than as a friend.

Still Angel was jealous, more importantly he was threatened by this seemingly flawless man who was now in your life. He didn’t trust the guy and he was afraid he’d win you over, taking you away from him forever.

You finished your meals and had gathered up the dishes insisting you’d wash them, EZ being your dryer. EZ put away the last plate exchanging a look with his brother and Pops.

They knew they couldn’t put it off forever but still none of them wanted to re-live the pain and none of them wanted to put you through it again as well. All in all it was an awful situation.

“I had a really great time, missed this.” You said drying your hands off on a towel, back to the three men, a smile on your face. “Thank you.” Turning around you looked at the three Reyes’ men, your smile falling as the atmosphere around you had completely changed, “What is it? What’s going on?”

“We have something we need to tell you, mija.” Felipe said, taking charge of the situation. His family was in this mess because of him, he should be the one to lead, to start the difficult conversation.

“Okay,” you said. Your heart sped up as your anxiety increased, a million things running through your mind. Whatever it was you knew it was really bad.

“It’s about Mom,” Angel said, meeting your eyes.

Now you knew it was really, really bad.

“Why don’t we go to the living room,” Felipe suggested, “This will be best if you’re sitting.”

You followed Felipe and EZ into the living room, Angel bringing up the back. Sitting on the sofa Angel sat down next to you. You looked over at EZ leaning against the wall, hands folded in front of him and then to Angel, before looking back to Felipe.

The faces of the men around you were somber. You tried to mentally prepare you for what was to come, but nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to hear.

“Before we were Felipe and Marisol Reyes we were Ignacio and Isabela. I was working for the División Antidrogas Federales and on the Galindo Cartel’s payroll.” Felipe started, as he sat on the chair in front of you. “I had an affair with Dita Galindo, I feared for our safety so we changed our names and fled to Santo Padre, California.”

“That’s why Marisol was killed,” Felipe stated, trying to keep his composure, “Because of me.” His voice cracked.

It was as if the world stopped spinning as everything slowed down around you. The voices of the three men surrounded you, muffled as if you were trapped underwater, morphing together into one indistinguishable voice.

The ticking of the clock was deafening, the usually easily ignored sound now the soundtrack to such a horrible moment in time.

Tick

“Dita Galindo put out a hit on Mom and Pops.”

Tock

“We tracked down the man, Happy. EZ remembered him from that night, recognized him at one of the club’s parties.”

Tick

“He gave us what we needed which led us back to Galindo.”

Tock

“Emily filled in the rest, was able to get proof of the payments, all there and all signed by Dita Galindo.”

Tick

Your heart ached in your chest, heavy and desperate to claw its way out. The pain so intense you wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything.

But you didn’t, you couldn’t.

You just sat there in silence staring off, sitting with the unbearable agony that consumed you on the inside.

Tock

Their eyes were all on you, waiting for you to say something, to show them something, but you gave them nothing. Your gaze was fixed on the dent in the wall across from you, a remnant of the life lived here in this home, the love shared within the walls, the pain confined in the small space, forever.

The exact moment the blemish was created played vividly in your mind, as if it was playing out in front of you before your eyes.

The three of you, Angel, EZ, and yourself, were running around the living room playing tag. The California heat was a record high that day so you were forced to spend your time together inside, instead of outside like the three of you much preferred.

Marisol was in the kitchen baking cookies, the smell filling the home, the sweet scent clear as day in your mind.

Angel and EZ began fighting, arguing who was it, as they started shoving one another. You watched as younger you tried to get between the two, to break up the fight, but you just ended up in the shoving match.

Before you could stop it the three children tumbled down together crashing into the wall resulting in the dent that was never mended.

A hand landed on your thigh pulling your attention away from the scene. Looking down you examined the familiar hand, large and rough with rings adorning the long fingers, unfamiliar scaring across the knuckles. Your gaze wandered upwards tracing the Mayans ink across his skin and then all the way up to his face, meeting the familiar deep brown orbs.

“Mi dulce?” His voice finally sounded out to you. The Reyes’ men had been trying to get your attention for some time now, but it was Angel’s touch that had brought you back.

“Hmm?” You asked, not able to form words.

“Why don’t you take her home, son.” Felipe suggested to his eldest, “It’s been a long night.”

Angel nodded standing up from the couch, extending his hand out and lifting you to your feet. You followed him as he grabbed your purse off the hook by the door and fished your keys out of the inside pocket you always kept them in. Your body followed Angel as if by its own volition, your mind feeling numb as the aching in your chest wouldn’t subside.

He opened the door for you, giving his Pops and brother a nod goodbye before heading out the door. Following behind you silently he unlocked the vehicle just as you got to the passenger side.

Slipping into the driver seat he turned the ignition on before stealing a glance at you. Your face was turned away staring out the window and his heart broke. He didn’t know how to help you, wasn’t sure what was running through your mind.

He hated this feeling of helplessness. Hated not knowing how to ease your pain, how to ease his own. Before he’d scoop you into his arms, holding you until it all faded away and only love remained, but now everything was different, you were different, and the silence was killing him.

You pulled up in front of your house and followed Angel up the steps waiting behind him as he flipped through your keys until finding the right one and unlocking the door. Holding it open for you he carefully watched as you made your way into the home, dropping your purse on the ground beside you.

The crushing weight was suffocating, you wanted to ask Angel to stay, to hold you and make it all go away but you couldn’t find the words so you just stood there as he stood in the doorway behind you watching.

He longed to hold you, was waiting for you to tell him what to do, but you wouldn’t. He decided to make the first move, not caring about all the shit between you two. All that mattered was here and now. And even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud you needed him and he needed you.

He closed the door behind him, the only light in the house illuminating through the curtains from the moon outside and onto your skin. Placing one hand on your shoulder he pulled you around to face him. His eyes welled with tears as he looked into yours, so lost and broken. He ran his hand instinctively down the side of your face, such a small intimate moment before pulling you tightly to his chest and holding you there in his strong arms.

That was all it took for the floodgates to finally open. Violent sobs wrecked your body as you clutched onto his back, holding him just as much as he held you, the built up anguish finally vacating your body.

Angel nuzzled his face into your neck, his own tears flowing now as the two of you stood in your embrace, clinging onto each other as a lifeline, like you had in the past.

“Tell me what you need,” his voice was hoarse as he mustered out the words.

“Don’t leave me.” You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone right now. You wanted the familiar comfort that only Angel could provide you with.

“Okay.”

Pulling away from the embrace you wiped at your face, “I’m gonna shower,” you said your throat and voice scratchy.

He nodded following behind you as you made your way to the bedroom, turning the hallway light on to illuminate the way. He stepped into the bedroom with you and sat at the foot of your bed, watching you disappear behind the bathroom door connected to the room and listening as the shower turned on from the other side.

He wanted to join you but he didn’t want to push it, so instead he leaned down untying his boots, kicking them off and placing them nicely by the bed. Slipping his cut off and unbuttoning his shirt he stripped the article of clothing off and set them atop the dresser before walking over to your nightstand where he noticed a gold picture frame. Picking it up he smiled as he looked at the photo of you, EZ, and him sitting around a campfire laughing.

“That was a good day,” your voice startled him. You had just walked out dressed in your pajamas as you padded over to him.

“One of the best.” He replied, turning to look at you. Your eyes were puffy and you looked so very tired. “Now what?” He asked. He just wanted to do whatever it was that you wanted, whatever was needed of him to help you through this.

“Hold me?”

Nodding he set the picture back down in its place and walked around the bed to the other side. Shedding his jeans before pulling back the covers he crawled into your bed, arms open for you to join him.

Slipping under the covers and into his arms you snuggled close to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around you once more. You stayed there for a moment in silence, just being there for the other.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice was hushed, just barely above a whisper as you stared into the dark.

“What for?” His tone matched that of yours as he tilted his head to look at you. He couldn’t fathom what on earth you’d be apologizing for.

“For not being here for Felipe, EZ,” you tilted your head up to look back at him, “you.”

He shook his head, “That’s not on you, mi dulce.” He kissed your forehead rubbing his hand up and down your back.

That was on him.

Even so you couldn’t shake the guilt you felt. Leaving your family to uncover such horrible truths alone, leaving Angel alone.

“I heard about what happened to Dita Galindo,” you mentioned, remembering you had seen the news while you were away. You ran your thumb back and forth against his bare chest, the little movement of your skin on his bringing you some comfort, “That was you?”

Angel’s heart broke even more if that was possible. They had told you that but you must have still been processing everything, the shock hit you hard, “Mmhmm,” he replied, “That was us.”

You nodded your head gently against his chest, still trying to wrap your mind around the last few hours. The ache returned to your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the pain and tears at bay.

Angel felt your body begin to shake again. Holding you tighter he nuzzled his face closer to yours, shushing you, “It’s okay, it will all be okay.” His voice broke, betraying him. He was trying so hard to stay strong for you but that was proving impossible. “Try to get some rest, mi dulce. It will all be okay,” he said once more, desperately trying to convince himself just as much as you.

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Luna, Ash, and Willow for that ask thing!

KDFHGLDHG RJ!!! Thank you for enabling me to talk about my fankids, this is gonna be a long ass post, let’s go!!!!!!!!

1.) 2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod:

Luna: I am definitely just taking songs from the playlist @athetos made for Luna, so “Ghost” “Numb” “Perfect” “Stuck in the Mud” Classic angsty teen anthems

Willow: She listens to a bunch of indie artists I can feel it. “Creature Fear” by Bon Iver, “Backwards Walk” Frightened Rabbit, “Skinny Love” the Birdy cover. A soft baby.

Ash: I feel like Ash isn’t actually a big music person. He maybe has a few tunes that catch his attention but doesn’t have ‘playlists’ per say. He likes instrumentals/scores more than lyrical music, pop ballads and what not

2.) the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to:

Luna: Probably the roof....mfhgksdhgkl I like to think she literally climbs Bright Moons towers to sulk on the rooftops and watch sunsets and sunrises and such. But she also definitely just falls asleep on the shingles--hundreds of feet above the ground. 

Willow: Not sure there’s anywhere she’d ever be forbidden from falling asleep? But perhaps on nights she’s anxious, she slips out of her house and falls asleep in Plumeria’s flower patches. Maybe a tree if she wants to see the stars better.

Ash: Not necessarily forbidden, again, but Luna’s room. Falls asleep in weird, cat like places like her closet or underneath the bed, or on top of the canvas. Beyond that, when traveling, I imagine he likes to also climb into a good tree--when he’s not curled up with Melog.

3.) the game they'd destroy everyone else at:

Luna: Chess (or the Etherian equivelant). Luna is smart and actually enjoys strategy games, and I think chess would be the one thing that would get her to slow down and process her choices before making them.

Willow: I get the vibes that Willow is very good at Monopoly. She’s so quiet that no one notices she’s taken over the entire board until there’s nowhere to run.

Ash: Black jack or hide-and-seek (if it’s a game other than like... a board game) Also Uno, he’s got card games on lock.

4.) the emoticon they’d use most often:

Luna: 💖 <--she stole this one from Glimmer

Willow: A combo pack of 🙏🏻😌

Ash: 🥵 because it freaks the other two out

5.) what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep:

Luna: Cranky, prone to tears and emotional break downs. But like Adora before her, refuses to sleep out of absolute stubborn pride that her body shouldn’t stop until she says it can.

Willow: More reserved than usual if she doesn’t get enough sleep (not that that ever happens) Less inclined to follow along with her friends antics. Also a mite grumpy.

Ash: Forget show to speak in anything other than hisses and growls. His sleeplessness is 100% visible in how he carries himself. Sluggish and grumpy.

6.) their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever:

Luna: Undoubtedly hot chocolate or something similar. Both her moms have a sweet tooth, she did not escape it.

Willow: Tea! Of probably many varieties, but because I’m biased, her favorite is Chamomile.

Ash: This is a hot cider kid, through and through.

7.) how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump:

Luna: Despite her angst, Luna definitely does better when with other people if she’s in a slump. If she was truly feeling down, she’d spend the day just doing something lazy with her friends. Watching movies, reading/telling stories, playing games--they never leave her room. Extended sleepover. As a younger kid/baby, hanging with the moms achieved the same effect ;;; particularly getting she-ra piggyback rides.

Willow: She goes all out with a nice bath, floral scents, candles, followed by meditation and relaxing stretches.

Ash: He takes walks--let’s himself absorb nature and the larger world. Melog always goes with him. A comforting presence, therapy pet style but---giant panther creature.

7.) what they wanted to be when they grew up:

Luna: The next She-Ra. The responsibility of the role has never really hit her, she just wants to be a super kickass magical warrior Princess. Queen is okay too...

Willow: She just wants to do/be whatever will most help her people/ the people of Etheria. She doesn’t actually like traveling much beyond Bright Moon and Plumeria. Her future is a little foggy, but she’s not too pressed about it, her moms are calm and gently guide her through any uncertainties anyway.

Ash: Mostly he just wants to travel and explore and adventure. Wherever that takes him, or whatever it leads him to become--he’s okay with!

8.) their favorite kind of weather:

Luna: Cold months, when snow falls and she can curl up in front of the fireplace. When the world goes still and quiet and the existential thoughts fully settle in.

Willow: Spring!! New life, not too hot! All the animals come out of hiding, the flowers bloom. the air is crisp, the sun is out longer... Peaceful vibes.

Ash: Summer time. The sun is always warm, meaning there are plenty of moments to catch a catnap. Beyond that, he likes not having to deal with snow or rain.

9.) thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

Luna: She’s a decent singer. but you’d never know it from the way she caterwauls in the shower.

Willow: Beautiful voice! Often too shy to show it though...She picked up playing ukulele to write songs and play for Luna (who is always wildly impressed)

Ash: This boy cannot sing.

10.) how/what they like to draw or doodle:

Luna: she drew so many pictures as a child. Wild stick figure scenes, self portraits, her friends and family, retraced the murals in Bright Moon. Stopped drawing once she hit her teens and has not since, but she can.

Willow: Doodles hearts and flowers in her diary, beyond that, she sometimes does like ‘life studies; of the flowers around Plumeria. She’s good! But doesn’t show off her talent.

Ash: Ash doesn’t really draw. But I imagine he crafts/carves, which is an artistic talent in and of itself. He might doodle the occasional rune or something into something he creates, but beyond that...

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Bedtime

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff🥰!

“Babe I promise everything is fine, you don’t have to worry,” Chris smiles bouncing the 6 month old in his arms as he stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Your son, Mason, lightly tapping the glass and grabbing at the full moon in the sky.

“I’m not worried, I just want to make sure everything’s ok. If you need me to come home you know I can.”

“No you be there for your sister, plus we both know she wants you by her side since Leon can’t be there. How’s she doing by the way?”

“Good! She’s five centimeters dilated so things are moving, but it still might take a while until baby boy is here,” you answer leaning on the wall beside the room door. “Hey babe it’s my mom calling, I’ll check on you guys in a few and try to keep you updated ok?”

“Ok sounds good, we’ll be here just having a boring night in right Vi?”

“Right!,” Avianna, your 5 year old, nods before turning back to the flat screen on the wall for the remainder of Trolls.

“Please call if you guys need anything. Love you.”

“We love you too, see you when you get home.”

Hanging up his phone and placing it on the table, Chris turns to see his daughter twisting and bouncing up and down as she dances to the final song of the movie, as Mason giggles trying to nod his head along with his sister.

“Ok dancing queen what do you want for dinner?,” Chris asks putting Mason down in his high chair next to the counter so he could be close to him while he cooked.

“Hmm...ice cream!”

“Now we both know you can’t have ice cream for dinner,” he smiles with hands on his hips.

“Can too! Mommy said,” she counters walking up to him as she mocks his stance.

“Oh really? And when was that?”

“Umm... today,” she answers, tiny hands fidgeting with her ears while she peers up at Chris, clearly lying from displaying the same mannerisms as her father when he tried to do the same.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh while shaking his head before tickling Avianna as he picked her up to sit her in the barstool next to her brother. “How about this, you eat all your spaghetti, along with the vegetables, and you can have three scoops of ice cream.”

“Deal!,” she smiles placing her hands on the cold marble counter to lean over and watch her dad cook.

If Chris was being honest, when you left to meet your sister at the hospital leaving the kids with him, there was a bit of nervousness at how everything would go. This was his first time taking care of both of them by himself and having kids still needing assistance with a lot of things, he hoped he’d be able to give everyone the attention they needed.

However, seeing that both were happy, had just got finished watching one of their favorite movies, and we’re now anxiously waiting to eat he could tell everything from here on would be smooth sailing.

———

“Avianna Chanel Evans, come get in the tub please!,” Chris calls chasing after the giggling little girl running down the hall. Before she could reach the railing to make her way downstairs, Chris lifts her up in his arms walking back to the bathroom. “Now I see why mommy only lets you get two scoops at most.”

Letting out a breath as he finally sets her in the water, his familiar ring tone causes Mason to excitedly babble while he bangs the small mallet against his xylophone toy.

“Hey baby!,” Chris answers placing you on speaker while lying his phone on the sink counter.

“Hey, why do you sound out of breath?”

“Because your daughter decided she wanted to make her dad chase her instead of getting a bath,” he answers making a face at Avianna as she giggles splashing the water.

“Funny how you call her my daughter when she’s acting just like you,” you laugh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never ran away from a bath.”

“Believe me you did and I’ve seen the videos from Mama Evans to prove it.”

“Yea I’m definitely calling her tonight to burn those,” he laughs cleaning Avianna’s ears and face. “How’s Zaina doing?”

“Still doing good, she’s at 8 centimeters now so hopefully he’ll be here soon. Everything still ok there?”

“Yea, we all ate and have one bath down and one to go; then it’s bed time.”

“Nooo!,” Avianna whines followed by Mason huffing as if agreeing with his sister.

“Sounds like they’re ganging up on you,” you quietly laugh. “Vi listen to daddy ok? You gotta go to bed sweetie, and you too Mason.”

“Okay mommy,” she sighs as Chris wraps her in her Disney towel and robe to dry off.

“She’s asking for me so I gotta go. See you guys later! Love you!”

“Love you,” Chris and Avianna smile before you both hang up.

“I stay up too,” she speaks bouncing on the backs of her feet.

“Vi you heard mommy, you gotta go to bed love.”

“But you’re up and Maze and Dodger. Why not me too?”

He had to admit, she did have a point. He knew he and Dodger would probably be up until you arrived, and Mason tended to go to bed late too since you guys were still trying to get him on a schedule. This would leave her the only person having to go to bed, which he could understand how she’d look at as unfair.

“You know, you’re a very intelligent and persuasive 5 year old,” he smiles. “Ok here’s the plan, this one time you can stay up until your brother goes to sleep. Then you have to get in bed.”

“Ok daddy!,” she claps hugging his waist before running towards her room to put on her pajamas already laid out on her bed.

———

Walking in the house, you’re unsurprisingly met with silence and partial darkness as the moon shining through your windows is the main source of light as you make your way upstairs. On the way home, you figured everyone would probably be asleep from how late it was along with not getting a response from Chris when you told him the baby was here and sent a handful of pictures.

Opening your room door, you stop in the doorway as your heart instantly melts seeing all of your babies asleep with soft snores escaping their mouths. Nails lightly tapping the hardwood floor, Dodger walks up to you lightly rubbing his fur against your legs.

“Hey buddy, did you keep them in line while I was gone?,” you whisper squatting down to scratch behind his ears as he tries to lick your face making you giggle. “Aww I missed you too Dodge.”

“Y/N? That you?,” Chris sleepily asks carefully sitting up as he rubs his eyes.

“Yea it’s me. I see you guys didn’t make it through your story.”

“I guess not,” he quietly chuckles placing the open book on his bedside table as you gently pick up your daughter placing a kiss on her forehead.

Successfully tucking both kids back in their beds without waking them, you and your husband tiredly crawl in your bed now dressed and ready to go sleep yourselves.

“Your daughter should be a politician or work in sales when she’s older.”

“Again with the ‘my daughter’,” you laugh as you lie on his chest, finger tracing the written tattoo over his pec. “And why do you say that?”

“Because she’s very persuasive and could probably sell sand to a beach.”

“Again she gets that from you,” you laugh.

“Nah you’ve convinced me more than a couple times babe. That’s all you,” he chuckles gently rubbing his fingertips up and down your arm.

“And I know the exact times you’re talking about and those were things you wanted to do too sir. To be convinced that means you never wanted to do it in the first place. Now I can call Scott to have him remind you how you persuaded him to wet his pants when you guys were younger if you’d like.”

Reaching over to grab your phone, you feel his arms wrap around your waist holding you closer to him and making you unable to move any further from his new position on top of your body. “Orr..how about we meet in the middle and say she got a little from both of us?,” he smiles sweetly kissing your lips.

“I was gonna say 60/40, but alright you’ve convinced me,” you answer making him laugh as he buries his head in your neck.

“God I love you Y/N.”

“Love you too,” you smile raking your fingers through his hair until you both fall asleep.

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Get to know: Cesca Joyce (TMOHB)

100 Questions (https://the-moon-dust-writings.tumblr.com/post/159843387908/100-oc-questions) to get to know Cesca Joyce, MC in The Motion of Heavenly Bodies

1.    How do they present themselves to others? Soft femme – she has had the importance of femininity and her appearance drilled into her from an early age by her mother, but she has withdrawn from the idea of high-maintenance femininity as much as she feels she can

2.    Do they like animals? Cats and marine life. She doesn’t like dogs.

3.    How do they dress? Often as casual as she can manage, and often in something which hides her chest.

4.    How many language do they know? Fluent in English and German. proficient in French. Likes to watch K-dramas with subs, so she can pick up on the odd phrase now.

5.    How big is their family? Parents divorced. Two full siblings, two paternal half-siblings.

6.    What is their purpose in the story? Uh..they’re the main character. Ha. No, Cesca’s “arc”, such as it is at this point, is going to be about the importance of recognising and pursuing your own desires rather than letting people tell you what you should want.

7.    Do they know how to fight? The extent of her knowledge is basically that you should tuck your thumb into your fist if you throw a punch. That’s basically it.

8.    What is their back story? Distant father (working in international finance), mother (thwarted model, pregnant too young and unable to cope) at home with children she never wanted in the first place. She wants them to be the successes she never was, to shine with radiance that blinds the world. Sarah, their first daughter, is genial and hard-working but painfully plain, and the youngest, Alice, is manipulative and cruel, and looks it. But sweet little Franze, with her angelic curls and innocent blue eyes? Yes, she will do nicely. But it isn’t long before she rebels. Skinned knees and grubby hands (“Mutti, look what I found!”), and a profound disinterest in how to make herself more beautiful. So Julia tries again, taking away her rocks and microscopes and replacing them with vanities and lotions and potions, until Franze is a dejected little doll – almost literally, listless and lifeless. A teacher at school flags up “Cesca’s” (Franze’s) behaviour as being a “concern”, and threatens to involve child protection services. But how could it possibly be a concern? This is what little girls are supposed to be like.

9.    Why is their name their name? Conceived on holiday in France – and it’s generally considered an upper middle-class name in both countries

10.Do they have any nicknames? Francesca (anglicised), Franze (German diminutive), Cesca (English diminutive – her favourite), C (school friends)

11.Do they have a romantic interest? …I mean, yeah, that’s the point – but that would be telling. So instead, let’s talk about her only other long-term relationship, Julian, when they were both 17. A son of Father’s friend—and Father is friends with some of the best society has to offer, he’s told her himself—he is sure of himself and charismatic enough to make Cesca believe it as well. She thinks he loves her, though he only ever really loved chasing her, and she cries when he breaks up with her, not one week after they had had sex for the first time.

12.How do they cope with struggles? At work, depends on the struggle. She tries to judge carefully what the best course of action would be – either she’ll take some time away to let it simmer; or she’ll keep at it until she finds another way in. In her personal life, she avoids whatever she can get away with.

13.Do they have anyone they can lean on? More than she knows – she’s never tested it with anyone else other than Sarah. She isn’t always sure how her friends feel about her, not truly, especially after she is selected to go on the show without them.

14.How do they react to someone dying? Lot of numbness. She can seem insensitive or uncaring, but it takes a while for it to sink in.

15.Can you name 5 personality traits they have? Reserved, analytical, emotionally perceptive, avoidant, sensitive

16.How did they become a character? Because I was fed-up of the S3 MC being just different flavours of the same bold, confident person. I mean, it’s a CYOA game, there aren’t exactly many opportunities to feed in complex hopes/wants/fears, but even the S2 MC could choose to be “cool and mysterious” or “all out”.

17.Do they get along with others? She often chooses the path of least resistance – so often people think they get on with her better than they actually do, because she isn’t always honest with how she feels about things or people

18.What flaws do they have? Arrogant (mostly at work), naïve, perfectionist, practical, rigorous/over-zealous

19.How do they influence the story? A little too spoiler-y for now…

20.What do they look like? Honey blonde curls (usually pinned back), blue eyes, 5’ 3”. Quite pale, even after weeks in the Spanish sun – it would take a lot more time and effort for her to tan. Some freckles, but not many. Looks delicate at first blush, but is deceptively strong for her build. Bottom hourglass.

21.What are their hobbies? Collecting and listening to old vinyl records. Swimming and free diving.

22.What are their ticks? She blushes at the drop of a hat, and she bites her lip. She doesn’t intend it to come off as sexual or flirty (quite the opposite) but people don’t believe her.

23.Do they like children? If you ask her, she’ll laugh and tell you no, loudly. But Sarah has just had twin boys, and Cesca thinks that she might just die for them anyway, even if they don’t need her to.

24.How do they react to being around wild animals? Aquatic animals – loves it, very affectionate/serene (even when she went cage diving with sharks). Land animals? More of a mixed reaction, depending on how physically large/imposing they are.

25.If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do and would it work? She doesn’t so much prank people as plot to ruin their lives, particularly careers.

26.Do they have survival skills? Not really – her mother didn’t think it was necessary for girls, and she has thrown herself into science since.

27.Are they more book smart or street smart? More socially savvy than she gives herself credit for, but mostly book smart

28.How do they get out of a difficult situation? Depends on the situation. In a dangerous situation, she will call for help. In a socially awkward position, she’s like to use her looks to get out of the situation (e.g. sending someone off to get her a drink from the bar and then disappearing into the crowd). In a romantic situation, she’d use her intellect and talk through in excruciating detail why they’re not compatible.

29.Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want? See 28

30.What music do they enjoy? Older music, from the 1960s-1980s (90s at a push). She does like some more modern things, but usually if they’re either drawing inspiration from older trends or europop. Trashy Europop is a guilty pleasure of hers.

31.How do they overcome obstacles? Grit and determination, mostly.

32.When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break? At work, stronger. Emotionally, she’s never fully broken down but she’s come close a few times.

33.Do they have any special powers? Just her brain.

34.How do they change throughout the story? She gets a little more assertive in articulating what she wants – but there will still be some room for growth

35.Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit? Two close friends from school, who would do anything she asked of them (in terms of emotional support), but she is too scared to ask them. So their friendship appears more superficial than it actually is, in terms of what they do together

36.How is their family life? She only really sees her older sister. She avoids Alice (younger full-sister) like the plague and doesn’t make an effort to see her father’s new family. Will basically shut down if she has to see her mother. Christmas is not a happy time for her.

37.Are they likable? I certainly think so, but she’s my ambitious little alien baby so…

38.Are they the hero, or anti-hero? Depends on your viewpoint – certainly some of her “competitors” wouldn’t see her as the hero…!

39.Do they make questionable choices? I mean, we’ll see.

40.How do they become who they are? Through putting her head down and ploughing on. Ultimately running away from…

41.How was their childhood? …being made to feel like the only thing that mattered were her looks. Her mother tried to enter her for pageants and the like, and it was actually one of the terms of the divorce – her father wouldn’t give her mother any alimony if she made Cesca compete in anything like that.

42.Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over? Again, we’ll see, don’t want to get into plot elements too much…!

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all? She adapts because she has to, but she’s not particularly good at it.

44.How do they speak? (e.g. soft-spoken, hot-headed, vulgar) Usually soft-spoken, which makes a genuine laugh all the more startling.

45.Are they opposed to violence? There’s something about having been raised to be a good girl and knowing how people should behave in polite society which makes taboos like violence more exciting.

46.When is their birthday? 1st January 1997

47.Are they quick to judge? She tries not to, but she can make snap judgements based on appearances or actions that she finds hard to shake

48.Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others? How she doesn’t like being complimented on her looks, because they just wouldn’t understand.

49.Do they act different around different people? She is much more confident around her work colleagues, because she feels like she can show off her processes, rather than dumb herself down for people. She is very reserved around people she doesn’t know well and most of her family.

50.Do they enjoy the arts? Not a huge fan of reading, unless it’s science-related. Loves music, especially on vinyl. Likes films, usually action/thriller/horror.

51.Do they like science? Loves it. There’s a kind of beauty about it, about how it lets her order the world, and how she can see the world reflected in her microscope.

52.Are they more emotional or logical? I mean I don’t agree with the premise of the question, because it’s a false dichotomy, but she would say she’s more logical. Make of that what you will.

53.How do they deal with their emotions? Distraction tactics. Which means that there’s some stuff that she’s just…never dealt with. Massive issues with her mother.

54.How do they cope with sadness? She’s almost constantly sad, and she’s never really let the weight lift from her shoulders. It doesn’t bother her personally – it only really bothers people that care about her.

55.What is something they care about? She cares about the environment – she tries to be as sustainable as her budget allows, and she’s almost fanatical about saving water. (So she’s clean but she showers only as often as she needs to)

56.Would they die for anyone/anything? Probably her nephews.

57.What do they do when they are happy? Being happy looks very like being sad – she behaves much the same way, but she might fidget less or smile slightly.

58.How would they come across to other characters? E.g. messy, lazy, caring, childish Calm, shy (especially in the context of Love Island, since she doesn’t cope well with being flirted with overtly), clinical

59.Do they have a phrase they use over and over? No? Not yet, anyway

60.In a crowded room are they in the corners, sides or middle? She would gravitate to the sides, so that she can see everyone more clearly. If she’s with friends she trusts (and particularly if she’s had some alcohol) she’s not averse to being in the middle of the room, but it’s not her first option.

61.Are they comfortable being in a crowded room? She can find it overwhelming.

62.How do they relax? Listen to records, watch TV. She usually needs to relax by herself and “de-person” for a bit.

63.Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically? She is usually the one to break off any budding relationships, usually before they become sexual. So for some of these early relationships, they were hurt because they thought she was really into them, but they were usually at an early enough stage that it was fairly minor emotional pain.

64.Do they like to dance? Not unless she’s drunk some alcohol. She doesn’t feel like her body moves very naturally, she needs her inhibitions to be much reduced before she even considers it.

65.How do they get around their environment? (vehicle use) She cycles a lot. She learned to drive when she was 17, but she’s a nervous driver and she doesn’t like it.

66.What about pet peeves? Loud chewers. It’s a sensory thing, she really doesn’t like it. Linked to this – people who talk with their mouths full constantly (she’ll allow it if you’re surprised or if you didn’t expect to be asked a question but if it’s your default? Get in the bin)

67.Do they have a disability? No.

68.How do they react to getting flowers? It depends on the person – if they’re someone who she would like to receive flowers from, it can make her month. If it’s from someone she wasn’t expecting, she can be a bit unsure of how to react – are they are thank you? Are they a proposition? She really doesn’t like receiving flowers from a “secret admirer” or something like that.

69.Would they ever wear a flower crown? Not usually, maybe for something like a wedding? And definitely not if she’s the only one.

70.Do they like themselves? Sometimes. She likes herself when she’s at work and successful. She usually likes herself when she spends time with friends. If she’s left on her own for too long she can start to doubt herself.

71.Who do they dislike? People who aren’t genuine/honest. People who focus on their appearance too much.

72.What is their motto? When she read “If I look back, I am lost.” in the first ASOIAF novel, she had to take a few minutes.

73.Do they have any markings on their body? A few minor scratches from falling off her bike a couple of times. Some freckles, more on her arms than her face.

74.Have they ever been abused? Physically, not at all. Emotionally? Most of her interactions with her mother and her sister are hostile in some way or another, and her father’s attitude can best be described as neglectful.

75.What is their biggest fear? Not to get too body horror about this, but her recurring nightmare is that she makes someone (and the person changes depending on what’s happening in her life) and they push/hit her and she’s hollow, or she smashes to the ground like porcelain.

76.What are their goals? She wants to finish her research into biodegradable plastic, and ideally start a second study to see if the same desired results can be achieved with fewer/cheaper resources.

77.How do they go about achieving their goals? She keeps her head down and ploughs on.

78.Do they have a fight or flight response? Yes, but she almost exclusively chooses to flee.

79.Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves? Her sister and her nephews. I don’t necessarily think that her having fewer people she cares about more than herself indicates that she’s selfish or overly arrogant. It’s just that her feelings are a little more subdued, so she doesn’t necessarily think about most people in that way.

80.How would they fare in a zombie apocalypse? Pretty badly, probably – unless she was in an area that hadn’t been affected yet, and she was able to work on a cure/”silver bullet”.

81.Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant? No, but she’s not averse to getting them. But if she gets one, she wants it to be significant, and she doesn’t want it to be linked to something that she might regret (like a relationship)

82.Are they good at mental math? Frighteningly so.

83.Do they get along with others? Again, she often takes the path of least resistance, so she seems to get along with lots of people, but she can get quite resentful.

84.Are they lazy? No

85.Are they self-motivated? Yes

86.How do they cope with anger? Short answer, she doesn’t. She was told from an early age that girls don’t get angry, and that means she struggles now to pinpoint when she is feeling angry. She often experiences other symptoms, like headaches or nausea, which she will treat instead of expressing herself.

87.Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless? Physically, no – she’s been lucky. Emotionally – she felt helpless for a lot of her childhood, and then worries now about letting someone else make her feel helpless again.

88.Are they organized or messy? Pathologically organised – think Monica from Friends.

89.Can they remember a lot of information at once? In the right context, yes. At work, she’s like a machine, remembering formulae and compounds. In her personal life, she often gets overloaded. But she picks up on a lot, and it’s a sign that she likes you if she notices or remembers little details about you.

90.What is their occupation? Environmental scientist (specialising in chemistry, but her degree is in biochemistry).

91.Do other characters respect them? Yes, I think so. Especially at work, she’s seen as one of the key members of the team. In her personal life, it depends – she chooses friends carefully, and her friends respect her. Her father and siblings (aside from Alice) respect her more than she’s willing to notice. Her mother doesn’t, and Alice (younger full sister) loathes her.

92.If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say? She would want to spend time with her sister. She wouldn’t want to talk about her feelings, but she would be more physically affectionate.

93.How do they deal with stress? Burying herself in work. Also, free diving is a good stress-reliever for her, because it requires so much of her concentration that she cannot afford to think about what is stressing her out.

94.Do they have a more submissive or dominant personality type? Depends – very dominant at work, less so among family and friends. I’ll cover NSFW stuff in a different post, but the short answer is, “it’s complicated”

95.Do they have a pet? No – she would like a cat, but she feels bad about leaving it in a London flat all day.

96.Do they have a stash of weapons? …no?

97.Where do they live? Who do they live with? She used to live in Putney with Ellie and Tina; now she lives alone in a small one-bedroom flat in Westminster that’s really meant for students.

98.How do they calm themselves down? Listening to music, staring at a wall. I’m a little worried that I’m making her sound crazy, but she can feel the tension leak out of her, and she can move on, at least in the short term.

99.Are they co-dependent? She makes an effort not to be – she is so affection- and touch-starved, though, that she is in danger of seeing another person as a source of self-worth.

100.                 Are they a day or night person? Day person – she wakes up very early (probably at about 5am), even when she doesn’t need to, and so she struggles with late nights. She isn’t usually smug about being an early bird, but she will let herself be a little more overt if there’s a particularly annoying Morgenmuffel…!