#even though she's one of if not the friendliest ex of all.

[lolottes]

Ida is Constantine's good ex.

They separated on good terms after a few months because Ida wanted to start a family and not Constantine (for obvious reasons). Then, despite Ida's efforts to keep in touch as a long-distance friend, she quickly no longer received any news from him.

So when she sees him barely older and seeming lost in his town… she takes him for a ghost who has retained a very human appearance. She rushes to him because she is surely not the only one to notice the presence of a “tourist” in town.

She takes a minute to pity him and apologize. He hadn't ignored him, he was dead!!! Then start explaining to him why as a ghost it's not safe for him here even though it's very nice of him to visit <3

Constantine had not informed Ida about magic, after all it was one of his exes from before his cancer (a little near the time when he stopped responding to her) and his first triple sale of soul for escape death. But he knows Ida well enough not to contradict her. In addition, she gives him all the information in flash notes that he is looking for.

…

Okay, he also missed Ida. It felt SO strange to see her old. But she apparently hadn't lost anything from a mental point of view

This is how Constantine was invited to have tea and catch up on lost time at Ida's in addition to having a more complete debrief of the Amity Park situation

[heartstringsduet]

Split

@chaotictarlos requested "tarlos+ meet cute + ice cream"

Finally, the queue moves on, the next group walking away with the thing Carlos has been craving for over a week now. An eternal hell ride with the subway and nearly half an hour waiting, and he’s finally so close he can taste it. 

Carlos steps forward and orders, “One Banana Split Deluxe, please.”

The smile of the shopkeeper dims just a little. “The Banana Split is in-house only.”

“Oh. Then I’ll sit.”

“Are you waiting for someone to join?”

Carlos is puzzled but keeps his friendly, confident tone, trying to be as cool as the New York locals. “No just me.”

Now, she looks at him with pity shining in her eyes. “I’m sorry, but it’s shop policy that the Banana Split is…well, split.”

“Yeah, but the name is just from the banana being split in the middle?” 

“At Cheeks, we do a new interpretation of it. And that can only be eaten by a minimum of two people. A split Banana Split,” she says like it’s a reasonable policy to have about dessert but also like she is genuinely sorry.

Carlos hears the group of teenagers behind him mumble, “Ugh, everyone knows that.” He feels his cheeks grow warm.

He’s been seeing this dish on Instagram for weeks now. It’s been his one saving grace in a week of grueling work in a new city he constantly feels rushed and overwhelmed in and that makes him feel lonelier than he ever had.

It’s a bit ridiculous but he felt on edge before and now it's like he couldn’t eat if he wanted to. But he’s in line, the teenagers behind him cluck and sigh and the shopkeeper looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Then I’ll just take-”

“Hey, sorry, uhm, I overheard and I don’t want this to be weird or anything but we could share the Banana Split? I mean, it’s fine if you don’t want to of course, it’s just, I’ve been meaning to try it for so long and I came all the way for it.”

Carlos stares at the stranger who stepped up next to him. Green eyes, soft brown hair and a very tight button down print shirt on a guy that could have walked out of his dreams. Carlos feels like there’s sugar coasting through his system already, speeding his heart up, coating his tongue, making him want to do crazy things.

Crazy things like saying, “Sure.”

Suddenly, the lady beams at them and says, “Our waiter will show you to your table in a sec.” Carlos thinks he sees her wink at them from the corner of his eyes but dismisses it. He’s too caught up in the sudden nerves and doubt setting in. What has he just said yes to? What hot guy would just randomly walk up and offer to share ice cream? What weirdo would say yes to it? 

When they slide into the white booth with colorful sprinkles, the hot guy says, “Sorry again. Really, don’t feel like you actually have to talk to me or anything or even stay if this is too weird.”

“It’s fine,” Carlos says. “You saved me from having wasted my time, honestly.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Carlos.” 

The guy smiles; another sugar rush pumping through Carlos’ veines for it. “TK. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“Have you ever been here?”

“First time.” Carlos admits. “First time to New York actually.”

TK’s smile falters. “Oh, you’re just here on a visit?”

“No, I just moved here. Last week.”

It seems to have been the right answer because TK grins again and starts asking him about how he likes the city, tells him about what to expect from living in that neighborhood, what places to check out, which to avoid. He keeps on asking Carlos, too though. He's the friendliest and most open person he’s met in this city. And it might not be a coincidence that TK slips in a “my ex-boyfriend and I” in one of the recommendations with a weight to the “ex”.

Carlos has never been flirted with this openly, not by men, so at first he thinks that maybe it’s all in his head. But TK’s eyes keep on flickering down to Carlos’ mouth, and he laughs a bit too much at a lame pun Carlos makes and he makes a display of licking his spoon after each bite that drives Carlos crazy. He barely tastes the deconstructed (split) Banana Split. Suddenly, that seems very insignificant compared to the man whose face looks sinfully delighted at each bite.

As the check comes, Carlos feels like he’s only gotten a taste of something that has only made him hungry for more. He takes a calming breath then decides that he won't risk a final goodbye. “Would you want to split something savory next? Like…now?”

TK beams. “I know just the place.”

Carlos feels another sugar rush, making his heart jump and making him do crazy things for the rest of the night.

[neotriobrainrot-reborn]

Sup. I looked back at my other post about a Mushroom Girl moveset, and I wasn't too satisfied. It didn't feel too creatively fulfilling to just go the fungus/Mushroom route to fit her alias, and I found it kind of boring. Because of this, I decided to redo her character moveset with a different epithet that still has a plant-like motif. I also thought about team attacks of this move-set with other characters (or more like just Molly and Gio for now)

Also, quick note: I changed what I'm calling Mushroom Girl from "Rosary" to "Mosary" since the latter feels a bit more natural

Mosary Amaniphall (V2)

EPITHET: EFFLORESCENCE

Allows the user to create and grow flowers with various effects, including amplifying her and other’s capabilities.

Summon — Flower Mimic:

Mosary quickly grows a flower like summon with a brown stim, blue petals, scattered dark blue pokedots all over the petals, and a dark red bud. This appearance is merely a disguise, for it's true form is similar, except with one key difference: it has a large eye to replace the bud.

It’s key ability is that it can perfectly replicate any sound it’s heard before. From the sound and intensity of school bells to even people, as long as it’s audible, it can replicate the sound.

Mosary is able to have “Flower Mimic” copy a specific thing’s noise/sound so long as she specifies what she wants them to copy. If it’s a person, she needs to specify a name. She also has the choice to amplify the volume of any noise, including making already loud sounds ear piercingly loud. Though this takes more stamina, and she isn’t immune to the noise, so she would have to grow the summon near someone’s ear to use it without harming herself

If anything grabs or touches Flower Mimic, it will immediately disappear in a puff of pollen. This is poisonous to people, but only causes poison-ivy-like bumps to form wherever the pollen hit. This only acts as a getaway for the summon to de-summon itself instead of someone destroying it.

Summon — Venus

Venus is one of Mosary’s largest summons, being around 6ft large. When summoned, it lays on her hair as a flower without a stem. The summon has the appearance of a flower with green petals and stem, and a pink bud. The flower’s head is larger than Mosary’s head and typically appears to just be a harmless giant flower, because it is!

To people!

Its prey are summons. It emits a light telekinetic energy to any summon in the area, subconsciously drawing any summon towards the creature like a worm on a hook line. If the summon gets within 10ft of Mosary, Venus will quickly sprout vines to extend itself towards the target and close its petal like jaws closing on a fish, swallowing the summon whole. After a minute or two, Venus will spit out a stronger form of the original summon that will be under Mosary’s command.

Despite her summon’s deceptive size, it can actually eat summons somewhat larger than it. Though it does have limits. While it could devour stuff like Sylvie’s sheep easily, she would have a better chance of winning the lottery than trying to do the same to a summon like Graham at her current level. It also cannot eat more than one thing at a time. (Ex: if it ate Sylvie’s sheep, it wouldn’t be able to eat anything else until the transformation process finished)

Weirdly, it’s her friendliest summon and typically gets along with most people, provided they don’t attack Mosary.

Summon — Sunflower

Upon use, a small sunflower sprouts on top of Mosary’s head. When tapped, it’ll glow with a golden light and provide energy that amplifies all five of Mosary’s senses to a superhuman degree. Maintaining this effect takes an extremely small amount of stamina, but it’s constant. She can keep this active for about 5 minutes before needing to turn it off. Luckily, she can switch it on and off, signified by whether it’s glowing or not, so she can use it in short bursts.

She can use this to amplify someone else’s senses, and it’ll use that person’s stamina as a source of energy instead of her own. Regardless of who she uses it on, the summon being destroyed still does damage to her.

This is her most rude summon, but not to her at the very least.

Summon — Queen’s Blade

Mosary’s most offensively capable summon. A closed purple rose grows on Mosary’s head that upon opening, releases several thick vines with thorns as sharp as obsidian. She can telekinetically control the vines and use them to rip anything to shreds. These thorns are retractable, allowing her to use them for utility purposes as well.

Team attacks

Sound bomb ( +Molly): Molly creates a mute bubble while Mosary summons Flower Mimic on her hand. After that, Mosary specifies “Flower Mimic” to use an ear piercing sound before bringing her hand out of the bubble. This causes the opponent to be hit with a deafeningly loud sound while Mosary and Molly remain safe inside the bubble without the former having to get in up close to plant it

Palatable: ( +Molly): Molly uses hushabye, but doesn’t completely get rid of the summon. She only dumbs it down enough for Venus to eat it

Jester Privilege (+Giovanni): Mosary use’s queen’s blade to ensnare an opponent, leaving them open for Giovanni to land a critical hit

Silent Execution (+ Molly & Giovanni) Giovanni uses the fog of lost souls to block their vision, and Mosary uses sunflower to enhance her senses to tell where everyone and allows Molly to mute her and her summon before going ham with “Queen’s Blade”. Due to the fog, her being nimble on her feet, her being muted, and the sheer size and amount of vines coming at the targets, it’s extremely difficult for her targets to find where she is while dealing with the onslaught of vine attacks.

This is all I got for now, but I’ll probably think of more team attacks

Weaknesses

All of her summons have significantly more sentience than the average summon, comparable to that of a pet, albeit noticeably smarter. Because of this, unlike other epithet users with summons who can just manifest it, Mosary cannot do the same. Instead, she must send a mental request to manifest the summon, and the summon has the choice to accept or refuse her demands.

Due to her strange connection with her summons, if they take damage and get hurt, so does she. Her summons are significantly more resistant to being desummoned than normal due to them existing both physically and magically, but it will hurt her for a fourth of her health, and make that summon inaccessible for 24 hours if destroyed by someone other than her or the summon itself

Mosary (and her summons) are vulnerable to cold temperatures. If it’s too cold, her epithet will be weakened, and her threshold for potential ailments from the cold is at significantly higher temperatures than the average person (this doesn’t hold well for her since she lives in Taiga country)

To summon anything, she needs to touch the target (can be herself) and mentally summon a specific creature. If her hands are compromised, she cannot summon anything.

Fun Facts

No matter how large Venus grows as Mosary gains proficiency, its mass doesn’t grow proportionately and remains light, giving them a rather low density.

If not checked on, she will spend an entire day staring at a tree just because she saw a lot of animals there

Once Every week, she’ll be late for school and her classmates started making bets on how absurd her story was that made her late (she doesn’t know)

[cieloclercs]

right i am absolutely RAGING why are girls so bitchy and horrible for absolutely no reason UGH

(lmao this is just me ranting about friendship stuff so feel free to ignore this or wtv i just need to vent 😭)

so basically for the past two years i’ve been really close friends with this girl, she’s been a part of my friendship group for longer than even i have and at one point i genuinely valued her as one of my best friends

but just before and over gcses she started drifting from us and claiming that we pushed her out of the friendship group 😭 when she was literally the one that started hanging out with other people (which we were absolutely fine with but girl you don’t have to scapegoat us for something that you literally did 😭)

anyway long story short, she hasn’t had the easiest time to be fair to her, but even over gcses (and when she was treating us like shit) we all tried to be there for her and give her the best advice we could when she asked for it (not that she ever took it 🫠🫠) like i literally listened to her rant for HOURS and was always there for her to listen or be a shoulder to cry on whenever she needed it

but over summer she just like stopped hanging out with us completely. she told us that she wanted to be ‘friendly’ in sixth form, and we all agreed and were still really nice to her and everything even though she literally ditched us for the dodgiest people on earth (but that’s another story lmaoo) 😭

and for a while i thought everything was ok !!! like she’s been friendly with me for the most part in sixth form, UNTIL we found out that she’s been actively trying to get with my best friend’s ex boyfriend 😭 like literally right in front of her as well, she blew us off in one of our classes to go and FLIRT WITH HIM LIKE GIRL 😭

for the most part i’ve just been letting it go because i genuinely don’t think she’s worth it BUT TODAY IN SIXTH FORM ASSEMBLY she was sat with this girl (who has literally been HORRIBLE to me in the past so i already have a bit of a vendetta for that 😭) and i was a row or two behind them

and during the assembly they both kept turning around and GIVING ME THE DIRTIEST LOOKS ON EARTH AND LAUGHING AT ME !!! LIKE WHAT

WHAT HAVE I DONE

i have done nothing, like literally out of all my friends, i’m probably the one that’s been friendliest to her since we started at sixth form 😭

so yeah i’m raging basically. but i’m also kind of sad ?? even tho she’s clearly just a horrible person she was at one point one of the most important people in my life. i put so much into that friendship, and even though i didnt get a whole lot out of it from her side, i worked SO HARD to try and be there for her whenever i could

i feel like i sound really petty and childish right now but i’m actually so mad i just needed to rant 😭 i just don’t understand what I OF ALL PEOPLE have done for her to act like this to me ?? it just feels so unfair that i try my hardest to be as nice as i can to EVERYONE (even if i don’t particularly like them as a person) and then i just get ridiculed for it ?? make it make sense 😭

[awalkoflife-arc]

continued from ( x ) with @ofthclight / nancy + kevin.

❝ typically not advisable ? ❞ he recites back to her, as though it's the last thing he's expecting to hear her say. she's a professional though, she's also team sophie, which she makes abundantly clear, even now when his ex-wife has nothing to do with any of this. ❝ since when have you known me to do what's advisable ? ❞ nancy's been around long enough to witness a few of those fuck-ups. although they weren't on the friendliest of terms, she was a voice of reason, someone he could trust. despite her hard-ass, blonde bombshell exterior, she wasn't a vulture. she didn't prey on his weakness or use him for his success. ❝ with all due respect nance, you're my doctor, not my therapist. how about you let me decide what it is that i need outside of this hospital ward ? ❞ he answers, ignoring the gut instinct that's telling him she's right; more alcohol isn't going to solve one single problem, let alone cure his pain. ❝ the least you could do is prescribe me something that'll get me back on set by the end of the week. you think you could do that ? ❞

[fatexbound]

@webbedphantom said: "Happy birthday, Haru!!" He hands her a custom made axe, with a little ribbon stuck on its head. The handle had an intricate engraving of flowers growing out of vines, with her name in the center of it. The axe head itself was fairly standard, though there were some odd indentations, four on each side, with two of those being rather close to the axe's blade. "I'd have wrapped it for you, but... Well, it's not like this'll fit in a box." Unlike the weapons he'd given her previously, the blade on this one was actually sharp, meaning she could use it for wood cutting if she wanted. "(But wait, there's more!)" He reached into his bag and pulled on an odd looking device and a rolled up piece of paper. The device seemed to be a sort of heating system that was meant to wrap around the back of the axe head, sticking into those indentations using some very strong magnets. It also seemed to have some small solar panels along each side, presumably to recharge the thing. "Figured you'd appreciate some extra firepower for the next time we're up against Shadows. This little wonder heats up the blade, which theoretically will make it do more damage and add a chance of leaving the enemy with a nasty burn." Lastly, there was the matter of the piece of paper, which he unrolled to reveal a photo of Sugimura, though edited to look as ridiculous as possible, with Devil horns, a big ugly nose, eyes looking in opposite directions to make him look stupider, and the most eye-catching addition of all being the giant red bullseye taking up the entire image. "And this... is for target practice. Thought you might enjoy taking an axe to your ex's smug mug. I know I certainly would." [Parentheses is him speaking English. Trying to incorporate that more often]

Haru's birthday | Accepting until Friday!

"Thank you, Aaron-kun!"

Before meeting her friends, Haru's birthdays weren't the best or even friendliest. When her father was alive, a small birthday party in their house was at most, all she had, besides expensive, generic gifts from his employees that she never really liked and only accepted out of politeness. Things were honestly better when she was a child, however, she wouldn't trade those moments for her precious friends. With her leader being one of them, of course.

Her sights were on the axe since it was the first one, gently taking it into her hands in a tight grip. Fingers idly traced the handle where her name was so elegantly and beautifully inscribed. "Wow... the amount of sheer detail and care put into this is... truly remarkable, Aaron-kun. I'll definitely make good use of it, since I do have a small hobby of cutting wood in our backyard..." It's how she got into axes. She wasn't your normal girl, after all, with the many horrors she'd seen in her life.

The sudden language switch into English caught her a little off guard, coupled with that odd machine he took out of his bag until he explained its function. "Ahh, I see... I must say, it's a wonder how you make or find these things... but I'm grateful nonetheless!" A light chuckle left her lips and finally, the paper he was holding was unrolled, revealing a familiar face turned into a devil-clown for her own amusement.

Haru smirked, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth to hold back any laughter that might give her away. "My, my, how could I forget such a face? I'll take great pleasure in destroying him...!" Her smile was menacing and eerie. A simple poster just wouldn't do, but she also couldn't harm him out of her own volition. She'd have to wait until he made a move and then destroy him for good, in her own way.

"In any case." Haru clasped her hands together, beaming with joy. "Thank you once again for everything! I truly appreciate it.~ I will make sure to return the favor on your birthday as well!"

[kthstrawberryshortcake]

BTS Reactions: Their S/O is Inexperienced Yet in Their Mid 20s

A/N: Here it is, my first post after my long-ass hiatus :) I hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are OPEN, please send some over! <3

PREMISE: OT7 reacting to finding out that their s/o is physically inexperienced relationship-wise / that this is their s/o’s first relationship despite them being in their mid 20s

A/N: I think a lot of people won't understand why this is a reaction in the first place (lol) but it can be super uncomfortable / awkward to have not dated / had any experience at that age, and a lot of people react badly to finding that out about someone. It's definitely an insecurity for a lot of people (myself included).

warning: mostly unedited due to my status as a trash gremlin

Jin:

Jin was completely shocked when he found out that you had never dated before him. Without thinking, he let this incredulity show on his face, total surprise evident and eyebrows raised. He was briefly silent in disbelief. You took that to mean that he thought you were weird now. You certainly felt that way.

Involuntarily, tears welled up in your eyes and Jin finally registered your distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. You stared down at your feet, murmuring “You probably think I’m super strange now.” in explanation. Jin shook his head insistently, imploring that he didn’t find it weird at all.

“Honestly I was just shocked because I don’t know how you didn’t have people practically lining down the block to date you.” He explained, bringing a small smile back to your face. He pulled you into a hug, assuring you that he was in no hurry as long as he got to spend time with you.

Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were having a cozy night in and catching up on dramas. In the show you were presently watching, there was a character who was in her mid 20s that had never dated or even kissed anyone. Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes at this. “This is so unrealistic. Like come on, seriously? How do you get to be that age having never dated, having never even kissed somebody? It’s a completely absurd concept.”

You started to curl in on yourself, looking down with a tortured expression on your face. You were scared to explain the truth, fearful that if he knew he wouldn’t want you anymore. After a few minutes like that, Yoongi finally noticed your body language. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He inquired gently. How were you going to explain this to him?

“I, um… I guess I kind of freaked out when you were talking about the plot being unrealistic… You were so sure it couldn’t happen that you were annoyed by it. And then I really didn’t know how to tell you that the plot line we were discussing is literally the same as me. I’ve never dated before, you’re the first… And when you kissed me for the first time, that was my first kiss.” You took a deep breath, having exerted a lot of energy to force out your words.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up in recognition, then guilt crept onto his features. “Baby no, I’m so sorry, I completely overreacted about the show. I shouldn’t have said all that. I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” Yoongi admitted sincerely. He could tell that you felt a little bit better after that reassurance.

"It’s not a bad thing to do things on a different timeline. Plus, I got the honor of being your first boyfriend because of it. Maybe I’ll be your last.” He said the last part quietly, smirking softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Hoseok:

One of your favorite things about Hobi was his open and energetic attitude. He was truly one of the friendliest people you’d ever met, and it had felt easy to become close with him. You hadn’t been dating long at all, but the ease of conversation made it feel like you’d known each other for years.

On one particular day, the two of you were chatting over a dinner of your favorite delivery food. Hoseok was in the middle of a funny story about one of his exes, never one for unnecessary social boundaries or conventions, which was fine because you were laughing like crazy at the ridiculous tale he told. Then he continued, though, to tell (admittedly hilarious and absurd) stories about some of his other exes. You were entertained, certainly, though the number of people he seemed to have dated was a bit intimidating to you.

When he finally finished, he asked about *your* exes, and that was where the issue really started. You deflected, not wanting to directly bring attention to the fact that you had never dated before him. He became oddly persistent, seeming frustrated that you didn’t want to share. Not wanting him to misunderstand why you weren’t telling him what he wanted to know, you sucked it up and told him that he was your first boyfriend.

He was extremely surprised, but seemed to understand now why you had been reluctant to answer his questioning. He apologized for going on about exes for so long, and for inadvertently making you nervous. You assured him that it wasn’t a big deal, especially since the only important thing was your relationship moving forward, not either of your pasts.

Namjoon:

When you and Namjoon had only been together a few weeks (after a much longer friendship prior to your romantic relationship beginning), you were spending a nice chill evening at home, eating takeout and chatting. The two of you seemingly never ran out of things to talk about, one of the things you loved about being with him.

You don’t even remember what had led to it, but partway through the evening, he made some dumb joke about virgins and you visibly froze. You had yet to tell him about your lack of experience, and now you were terrified to. Was that really something he’d be bothered by? You hadn’t thought so, but his joking around about it made you doubt that. You did your best not to show your panic, paying unusually close attention to the glass of water you were drinking.

Unfortunately for you, your discomfort was completely apparent, and Namjoon asked you if you were okay. You nodded with a forced smile, making him frown, easily able to tell that you weren’t. You were afraid to tell him now because if it really bothered him that much, maybe it would disappoint him. Maybe it’d be a dealbreaker and he would lose interest in you. Unsure what to do, you stared at your hands, tense and worried. Namjoon lightly rested his hand on your shoulder, staring at you in concern. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He implored gently.

At that moment you could no longer hold in your emotion, your fear, and tears began to leak from your eyes as you sniffled, starting to shake a bit as you cried. You let him pull you into his arms, holding you close as you tried to stop crying. After a few minutes of you trying to calm down, aided by Joon’s sweet behavior,  he asked again what was wrong, insisting that you could tell him anything. Your chest felt tight, but you didn’t see a way out of sharing what had upset you.

When you explained what had happened, Namjoon felt horrible, cursing himself for having said something so dumb. He told you that it was just a stupid joke, not something he actually cared about, apologizing for upsetting you with his thoughtlessness. He made sure to assure you that it wasn’t a problem for him in the least, and that he was in no rush. Afterwards the whole situation seemed a little silly, though you remembered how genuinely panicked you had been only minutes before and shuddered. But things were immediately made better, the two of you snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie.

Jimin:

Your blossoming relationship with Jimin made you feel like you were walking on a cloud. He was incredibly sweet and so much fun to spend time with, you felt very lucky to be dating him now. Just to be sweet, you had picked up food from his favorite lunch place and were bringing it to him at the BigHit building, where he was currently busy at work in a practice room.

When you arrived, the door to the room was open, but you heard voices coming from inside. You only paused when you heard Jimin say your name. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and you were about to announce your presence until you realized what he was saying. “You know I really like her, man, I just feel so unsure right now. There has been like, zero physical affection up to this point, nothing beyond hugs and holding hands.” Jimin grumbled, sounding irritated.

Tae hummed in acknowledgement, pausing before inquiring “So obviously you’re frustrated, but what are you thinking about it?” Jimin sighed. “Maybe she just doesn’t like me as much as I like her. I don’t want to think anything bad about her, but what if she’s playing me? Like, she doesn’t have actual feelings for me.” He sounded very down, clearly hurt by the mere possibility. At that moment you were so shocked by what you were hearing, you accidentally dropped the bag of takeout, hurrying to pick it up, but you’d already drawn attention to yourself.

Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked to see you, and you realized you were crying. Taehyung excused himself to let the two of you talk. You walked farther into the room, approaching the boys. “I thought we could have lunch… I know you don’t take enough breaks, and I really wanted to see you…” You admitted quietly, unable to actually make eye contact.

“I just feel so horrible, it’s all my fault that you don’t even know how crazy I am about you. I can’t believe…. I let you be unsure of how much I care about you. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry Jimin.” By the end of what you were saying, you were holding back full sobs. Seeing how distressed you were, Jimin wasted no time in rushing to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you close.

When you’d finally calmed down and stopped crying, you thought you owed him an explanation. “The lack of physical affection isn’t because I don’t like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anybody. I’ve just… never done anything. I haven’t even been in a relationship before now, it’s all new to me.” You admitted, feeling Jimin stiffen in your hug.

When you pulled back to look at him, tears were welling up in his eyes. “Oh, I’m the worst…” He muttered, feeling so guilty. “I was just frustrated, I was feeling insecure. Now that I know, I don’t mind one bit waiting for anything until you’re ready.” He assured you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as you nodded understanding.

Tae:

It had only been a few weeks since Tae had confessed his feelings to you and the pair of you had started dating. Long before that, you’d been close friends, so you had spent a lot of time together over time. During one of your first few movie nights as a couple, things slowly began to escalate between you. You were sitting close together, seemingly focused on the film, when Tae moved to put an arm around you, pulling you closer so you were snuggled up beside him.

His eyes never left the screen, but there was a telltale little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes a little, but you certainly didn’t mind. Despite it being such a small thing, at this stage in your relationship, this was a little bit thrilling. Soon you could feel him staring at you, and you turned your head to look back at him. His face had gotten much closer to yours than you’d expected. “…Tae?” you whispered, seeing both affection and mischief in his eyes. “Yes love?” He replied quietly in his gorgeous low voice, making you shiver just slightly.

You shook your head almost imperceptibly, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You froze, all of this being completely new and foreign for you. Feeling you stiffen and fail to reciprocate the kiss, Tae pulled back to look at your face, wearing an expression of concern. “Um, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have just… assumed you felt the same way…” He muttered nervously, not making eye contact. “No!” You exclaimed a little louder than you meant to, quieting your voice to a near-whisper before speaking again.

“No, Tae, I do feel the same way! I really, really do. I love you. I have since we were just friends. I… I want you too. Just, um, I don’t know what to do…. That was my first kiss just now and I kind of just panicked and froze.” You confessed, watching the surprise and then recognition cover his face. That was all it took to take his unsure expression back to a smug smirk. Knowing the power his voice held over you, he leaned in close to you to speak in your ear when he said “in that case, I think we need some practice, don’t you?” Oh boy.

Jungkook:

You had been seeing Jungkook for a couple of months now and it was more than apparent that he was smitten with you (and vice versa). He complimented you frequently, his heart eyes for you always clearly on display. The only problem was the way you practically jumped away from him any time he got close to you. He had definitely noticed your weird behavior, and though you didn’t know what to do about it, you knew it was only a matter of time until he brought it up in conversation.

When that moment came, you had just clammed up and pulled back from him when he tried to put his arm around you while watching a movie. When you saw his expression in reaction, you felt immensely guilty, seeing the hurt on his face. After a moment it shifted to extreme irritation, him clenching his jaw in annoyance. “What’s your problem? I can’t get anywhere near you without you freaking out and moving away in a hurry.” You couldn’t make eye contact anymore at that point, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you were filled with the fear that you had ruined things with him.

“I… I don’t really know why I keep doing that, it’s just all new to me. I’ve never dated anyone before you so I kind of don’t know what to do with myself most of the time.” You confessed, trying to mask the sniffle that you gave as the first tear rolled down your cheek. Now it was Jungkook’s turn to feel guilty. He approached you slowly, asking you to look at him in a gentle voice. When you did, you saw that the irritation was completely gone, replaced with remorse and fondness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I could have just asked like an actual adult rather than how I behaved. I guess I was just insecure, afraid that you don’t like me in the same way I like you.” He explained, and you nodded slightly in understanding.

“That’s not it at all! I really *really* like you. A relationship is just totally uncharted territory for me and I handled it wrong. I should’ve just told you.” You sighed, the heaviness leaving your heart as an adorable bunny smile grew on his face. “Uncharted territory, huh? Well let me be your travel guide. We can be explorers together.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb joke, but smiled in spite of how silly his words were. You felt like now, with it all out in the open, things could be good with the two of you.

a/n: Feedback please! <3 I love to hear from y'all!

[chaeiimimi]

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Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it" 

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself 

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks 

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up 

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother” 

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that 

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy    

“what does your son likes?” 

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right 

“what does your son likes?” 

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro 

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters 

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?” 

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest 

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says 

 it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting 

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game 

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions 

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!” 

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed” 

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head 

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!” 

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-” 

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag 

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped 

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed 

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart 

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly 

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment? 

[crowdedimagines]

Make Her Jealous - Harry Styles

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages! so here ya go:) 

“I will love you forever if you can do me one favor?” A voice whispers in my ear. The sound of the club gets a little more quiet as I focus in on the voice that's successfully captured my attention.

“Hmm, eternal love seems like a big promise.” I grin.

“It’s kind of a big favor.”

“So, I guess it depends on what it is.” I smile, turning away from the bar. Harry Styles smiling down at me. I had noticed that he was here tonight. Hard not to. Lots of celebrities are spotted coming to this club, it’s a favorite of all of ours in LA.

“My ex girlfriend and the man she left me for just walked through those doors. Normally I wouldn’t care about that sort of thing, it’s just I basically wrote an album about her and how she destroyed me completely. So, will you pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?”

Harry rambles out his explanation, and I feel pity for the situation. Facing an ex after a breakup is never easy, but alone and after you’ve publicly dated someone it’s ten times worse. I know how he’s feeling, it’s complete shit.

“You’re serious?” I question, my brows raising.

“Completely.”

Harry and I have had a few near misses in meeting. Once or twice, as big as Hollywood is, the industry is small. I’ve never had the pleasure before tonight though.

“Harry Styles is asking me to make his girlfriend jealous? You didn’t come here with anyone?” I look over to where his group hovers, watching us both.

“She knows my friends well enough to know that I’m not with any of them. I just don’t want to have to see her for the first time after a couple embarrassing phone calls alone in a club.”

“Alright, you’ve guilted me into it.” I smile.

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly tries to defend, “It’s just been hard, I’ve seen her only a few times since we split, and she’s always all over her boyfriend in the most obvious way. At least if I had someone with me, it feels a little less like gloating.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. I’m on your side. I will let you be the gloaty one for once.” I smirk.

“You have no idea how good this is going to feel.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

He leads me back to his group and we make a few introductions, they knew what he was doing and were glad to find me going along with it.

“This is really nice of you.” Sarah leans in with a hushed tone, “She’s been a right bitch to him, he deserves even the smallest of wins.”

“She’s been that bad?” I question, Harry’s arm is resting low on my waist at the table we’re sitting at, but I’m angled closer to Sarah while we talk.

“Oh yeah, as if it wasn’t bad enough that she ended it to be with him, she drags him through the mud again every couple of months claiming to miss him, only it never lasts more than a day or two. He can never move on, she pulls him back in.”

“That’s awful.” I peek over to look at him while he’s busy talking to Jeff.

“Yeah, he knows she’s bad news, but just needs to stay out of her traps. She always manages to dig her claws in once she gets him alone.”

“Well, it seems like that won’t be happening tonight.” I laugh nodding down to Harry’s grip on me.

We continue talking, I get to know the group better. I almost forget the whole reason I’ve been brought into this. I haven’t even seen her the whole night, not that I’m upset, it’s been amazing getting to know everyone.

“Devil spawn, three o clock.” Mitch announces, a few chuckles leave everyone at the table and I look up to see the woman he’s referring to. It looks like she’s bold enough to come over to the whole group.

“Hey, you guys.” She greets. There’s a chorus of half assed responses, but it seems she only cares for Harry’s anyway.

“Hey.” He smiles tight lipped.

“This is Y/n my girlfriend, I think you remember everyone else.” Harry gestures to everyone else at the table and she nods.

“Hi uh-” I reach out my hand towards hers while waiting for a name.

“Um, Camille.” She smiles, shaking my hand, seemingly surprised that I asked her name. I can see Jeff who is fortunately facing away bite back a laugh.

“Nice to meet you.” I grin, I give her the friendliest smile I can muster, she doesn’t even try to hide her grimace.  

“We’ve actually met before.” She clears her throat. “We worked together on a shoot a couple years ago.”

Harry’s grip tightens around my waist, obviously not expecting that. I faintly remember her from that shoot, and not for good reasons. It was still fairly early in both of our careers, but she already had the ego of someone with ten times the experience.

“That’s right! Well in that case, it’s nice to see you again.”

She fakes the smallest smile and nods.

“Sorry, we haven’t exactly gotten to the whole ex’s chat. We’re still in the phase where we just about want to rail each other on every horizontal surface we can find.”

Harry audibly chokes and tries to cover it with a cough of some sort. He turns towards me to hide the smile, still coughing.

“Right.” Camille says, trailing off at the end. “Harry, can I actually pull you for a quick chat?”

The table gets fully quiet now. It makes me think of Sarah’s comment from earlier about her seeking him out to dig her claws in. Surely, this is her repeating her actions, now everyone is just waiting to see if Harry will fall for it once again. Harry drops his gaze from her to me and I raise my brow in a quirk. Isn’t this kind of what he wanted? He grins at me before picking his head up again to face her.

“Actually, I think I’m doing just fine here for now.” He smiles, “Maybe some other time.”

She seems obviously shocked by the rejection, but covers it quickly.

“Next time.”

She waves a quick goodbye to everyone before leaving our little corner of the club. As soon as she’s out of earshot, it’s like everyone lets out a sigh of relief and a couple chuckles.

“Holy shit.” Jeff looks over all of us.

“I like this one.” Sarah pulls me in for a hug and I laugh.

“Too much?” I ask, looking for Harry’s reaction.

“Not at all.” He smiles.

“This has been a long time coming for her.” Mitch raises his glass in cheers.

We all share more drinks, and a couple dances. Camille stays for a while too, her eyes falling on the group often enough for us to all notice.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Harry whispers in my ear.

I simply nod and we get up to excuse ourselves. I say my goodbyes to the group, and make a promise to Sarah that we will meet up again for drinks again.

Camille sees us walking out hand in hand and seems to attempt one more hail mary.

“You’re leaving?” She questions.

“Yeah.” He looks over to me, our hands linked, “We’re going home.”

“We never got a chat.” She smiles.

“No, I told you next time.” He starts to walk away, “Have a good night Camille.”

Instead of bringing me home, like he had told Camille, we go to a small 24 hour diner not far from the club that Harry knew about. We look a little out of place considering our outfits, but no one questions it. There’s only one other customer seated at the counter. Harry and I take a booth close to the corner.

“So, this is where Harry Styles goes after clubbing?” I ask with a grin. He lets out a laugh before the waitress comes over to take our orders. Harry gets a black coffee to start.

“Trust me, some night it’s needed. These pancakes are great for soaking up any remaining alcohol.” He smiles.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I smile back.

We both order a stack of pancakes and talk while we wait.

“You could’ve told me that you know Camille.” He smirks, taking a sip from his mug.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk back, “No, but in all honesty it wasn’t a great experience. It was a few years ago too, I didn’t know that she was the ex you were dodging.”

“Was she rude?”

“Not to me specifically, but those around her. I think it says a lot about a person in how they treat the people around them on set. Sorry.” I apologize, remembering that I am talking about a person he once considered himself to love.

“No, I agree completely. I’ve seen her act like that, and I’m ashamed to say I used to make excuses for it.” He shakes his head in disbelief of himself. 

“Love will make you do crazy things.” I smile softly. 

“True, although I don’t love her anymore. The rose colored glasses are all gone, it’s just harder some days than others.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Or you just associate the happiness of having someone rather than them specifically. Definitely been there before.” 

We continue talking until our pancakes are gone and the coffee gets cold. We both order separate vehicles and continue the conversation while we wait. My car manages to pull up before his and we both walk over. 

“Well, that was a fun night, Styles.” I grin. 

“Yeah, better than I could’ve ever expected.” 

“Goodnight, Harry.” I open the door to get in. 

“Wait.” I turn to look at him, “Can I kiss you?”

“Harry, I think you’re still healing from your last relationship, tonight just proves that. You’re not ready for this, which is perfectly alright.”

He nods and takes a step back to give me space. 

“Call me in a couple months and I will happily say yes to that question.” I smirk, I press a kiss to his cheek before finally sliding into the car and pulling the door shut behind me.

~

“Can you believe it was over three years ago?”

“I told you that I’d love you forever.” Harry grins, he takes my hand from across the table, the diamond ring on my left hand captivating his attention.

“We should thank Camille for bringing us together.” I smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure she would love that.” He rolls his eyes.

“Honestly though, maybe I should send her flowers.”

“You’re just as evil now as you were then.” Harry laughs.

“If I remember correctly, that’s what made you ask me out for a real date.”

“That’s not why.” He shakes his head. “I saw you that night, and I was glad to see you again.”

“Again?” I question. 

“Do you remember a couple years ago there was that New Years party thrown by Columbia?” Harry asks, his focus now on his mug while his cheeks tint pink.

“Yeah, barely, I think I got really drunk.”

“You did.” He laughs, “We talked. Briefly, but you managed to make me smile on a rough night.” 

Surely I must be drooling at this point since my jaw is hanging slacked. I can’t believe I have been dating this man for years, engaged officially, and he never told me that we actually met once. Even if it was only ten seconds. I had no clue, but I’m glad it was enough to make him come up to me in the bar those years ago. 

“I can’t believe I’m engaged to you and didn’t even know that you had a little crush before that night!” I lean back in the booth shocked.

“Why do you think I asked you to help me out?”

“I don’t know, I have quite a nice ass.”

He simply shakes his head, “You do, but there was more to it than that. Mitch knew, he was the one that encouraged me to actually go up to you.”

“Well, it looks like Mitch is getting flowers too.”

[ultralovedeluxe]

Yan! Josuke with prompts #19, #44, and #29

Hello everyone! This was requested by @mochimizuki121 , thank you for requesting! Feared that it came out ooc, that’s why it took so long. Not proud of this one, but I hope you enjoy it! 

‘Please don’t cry, show me that smile I love so much!’

‘Did you really think you could escape?’

‘Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!’

Warnings: 18 year old Josuke, female reader, yandere behaviors, assault, manipulation, break-up, angst (?), some Okuyasu x reader, ooc, light nsfw, non/dub con, blackmail

  A word to describe Higashikata Josuke would be, emotional. Yes, that’s the perfect way to describe him. He lets his feelings take over in situations, but most importantly, his feelings towards you were getting in the way of his friendship. But he won’t ever admit that

 Yes..emotional was a perfect word to describe Higashikata Josuke..

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  Here he was again, listening to Okuyasu’s ramblings. Usually Josuke wouldn’t mind listening to his friend, after all it was a delight to hear his friend speak. If only his friend wasn’t talking about how cute you looked when you slept, or what noise you made when he would poke your cheek. It was painful to just keep smiling, seeing your best friend with the girl of his dreams together. Josuke wanted to be happy for his friend, but his jealously kept making it harder for him to just pretend everything’s fine. 

  He couldn’t understand how his friend could mange to get a catch like that. What did Okuyasu have that he didn’t? Wait, he can’t be thinking of something like that, he has to be happy for his friend..

 “You should’ve seen her Josuke! She looked so cute when she came over! She was wearing that necklace I bought her along with a cute skirt, ah she looked amazing! I’m so lucky to have her” Okuyasu said letting out a dreamy sigh, as he continued to walk back home. The poor bastard was too in love to even notice Josuke’s burning rage. Josuke tried not to grit his teeth to what he was hearing, but ended up doing it anyway. Josuke let out a low chuckle, “Wow Okuyasu..that’s sounds great..wish I could’ve seen it too...” he mumbled. “What did you say Josuke?-” Okuyasu asked, looking back towards his pompadour-haired friend who was falling behind. “Nothing” Josuke said a little bit more louder and more clear this time.

 A few more minutes into the walk, Okuyasu kept babbling about you, Josuke was really about to lose his cool; but he didn’t want to hurt his friend. After all he’s supposed to be happy for him. “So as I was saying, I’m thinking of getting her a necklace with those initials-”

“Okuyasu, have you ever imagined [first] with somebody else?” Josuke asked in the friendliest manner possible. Okuyasu looked at Josuke with confusion, “No, why do you ask that?” Josuke shrugged and threw his school bag over his shoulder, “Just curious man, you know [first] is a really cute gal, don’t you wonder how she’d look with somebody else?” Okuyasu shook his head, “No I never thought about it that way..But now that you mention it, she is kind of better than me right?” Okuyasu asked scratching the back of his head lightly. “I don’t know man, well I gotta get home, see ya tomorrow then Okuyasu”

 “Right see ya tomorrow..”

 Unfortunately for Okuyasu, Josuke knew what he was doing.

-

 Today seemed perfect for you. You had woken up extra early just to prepare lunch for Okuyasu. You weren’t an expert on preparing Italian cuisine, but a few tips from Tonio helped you get the hang of it a bit. Either way, Okuyasu is going to eat it since he never brings lunch from home. Feeling satisfied with what you prepared for your boyfriend, you decide it’s time to finally head to school. 

 You didn’t live far from the school, so it was easy to get there in time. You sat near one of the open benches and sat the lunch you prepared earlier this morning. Usually you’d would start working on your homework before class began, but thankfully you’d done it last night; so now all you had to do for the remainder of your free period was wait for Okuyasu. 

  Minutes passed by and you finally saw Okuyasu walk up to campus. The wait was finally over, you ran up to Okuyasu and hugged him tight. “Good morning Oku! How’s Mansaku-san? Oh! Here’s your lunch for today, I stopped by Tonio’s to prepare that Italian dish you liked so much, I know it’s not good as his but-” Okuyasu cut you off, “[first] could we talk real quick?” he asked walking over to sit by a bench nearby. Confused, you follow after him and sit down beside him, “Alright, what is it you want to talk about?”. Okuyasu bit his lip slightly, although it looked as if he was holding back tears, “[first]-chan, you are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, but I’m not sure I deserve you as my girlfriend” he said rubbing the back of his neck. You chuckled nervously, “Oku, what are you saying? You know I love you so much-” Cutting you off again, Okuyasu wiped a forming tear from his eye, “I know you love me, and I love you too..but I’m not sure about us. You deserve someone better, I’m sorry [first]-chan, but I want to break up..” and with that Okuyasu got up from the bench and walked away. Leaving you alone with the Italian cuisine in your hands and a broken heart. 

-

  You ate spaghetti that you had eagerly prepared earlier this morning just for your precious..exboyfriend with tears running down your cheeks. Not even after hours of sitting in class thinking about your ex, you still didn’t understand why he broke up with you. You wanted to understand why he did it, but you still couldn’t. Seriously? After all you’ve done for him. You thought your relationship with the male would last, but you guess not. You wiped the tears from your face, the sweater you wore was damp from how much you were wiping your tears. You just couldn’t stop crying, the break up really hurt. Thank god no one else knew of this place in school, you couldn’t even imagine what you’d do if someone saw you like this.

  “[first]-chan is that you!?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. When you turned around to see who it was, you were met with the pompadour-haired male running down the hill to meet you. “Josuke? What are you doing here?” you asked before frantically wiping the tears from your face. Josuke sat down next to you, “I didn’t see you go through your usual road to lunch, so I went to go look for you..” he said before looking at you more seriously, “[first]-chan, were you crying?” he asked with a concerned tone in his voice. You sniffled “I wasn’t crying, its just allergies..”

 “Bullshit! You’re eyes are red and puffy! Did someone hurt you, tell me their name and I swear I’ll make them pay!” you shook your head and managed to calm Josuke down. “No Josuke it’s not like that, it’s just..Okuyasu broke up with me that’s all..” you couldn’t manage to finish the rest of your sentence before you broke down crying. Josuke gave you a warm embrace, “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here..”  He felt your tears go through his yellow shirt as you kept on sobbing. Josuke let you go and held your face up, “Let it all out [first]-chan” When he saw that you kept sniffling, he sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, “Please don’t cry [first]-chan, it hurts me so much to see you like this, ah cmon show me that smile I love so much!”. Once Josuke let go of your face, you rubbed your nose and smiled a bit before softly whispering a ‘thanks’. In truth, you still didn’t feel better, but you appreciate that Josuke is trying to at least make you feel something else other than misery.  It was the thought that counted right?

  Meanwhile, Josuke couldn’t be happier. Sure, it hurt to see you cry, but the important thing was is that you were single. And now that he comforted you in a time of crisis, he was sure now that it wouldn’t be long that you would start to feel the same way. 

-

You still felt awful after your breakup with Okuyasu, its been hard especially when hanging out with your friend group. You and Okuyasu still speak to one another, but it’s just not the same. Speaking of which, you’ve been talking to Josuke a lot more lately. Ever since he had helped you get somewhat over your relationship with Okuyasu, he has been glued to your hip. He walks you to class, and always accompanies you for lunch (or anywhere really). You have to admit though, it was annoying at first having Josuke follow you around like a lost puppy, but you soon got used to it. After all, all Josuke wanted to do was help you. You thought it was sweet that Josuke wanted to help you, but that still didn’t explain why he was acting..let’s say odd. 

 Holding you by your hand as you walked by the halls, never inviting the others to hang out during the weekends (and here you thought Okuyasu was his best friend). It was almost as if he always had time for you.

 Oh but that’s just a silly thought. Maybe you were the weird one for thinking that Josuke was acting strange. He’s just being a good friend, that’s all. 

 Josuke is just a really good friend.

-

 The sun was shining bright in Morioh-cho, everything seemed so lively today. Everything from tourists popping out every now and then, to the squeals of teenage boys raging about the latest chapter in Pink Dark Boy. Today seemed like the perfect day for Josuke to finally get something off his chest. He had planned everything out for today. He had invited you over to Tonio’s to hang out for the day, and you had agreed. He had bought you some flowers to give you by the end of the day, he had even asked Rohan to draw something you might like (which the mangaka had reluctantly agreed to). 

 Josuke was prepared, he was oh so sure you were going to say yes. Of course you’re going to be his girlfriend! Why wouldn’t you be? He had hanged out you for the last couple of months, he had given you the right amount of attention you’d ever need. Everything was going according to plan.

.

.

.

“No, I’m sorry Josuke, but it’s a no”

 Josuke couldn't’ believe the words that had just left your lips. No? After all he had done for you, your answer is no? This couldn’t be happening. 

 Josuke shook his head, and quickly rubbed his eyes with his sleeve (trying to hide the fact that he was about to shed a tear). “But why? Am I not enough for you? Is there someone else you like?-” the pompadour haired male asked, trying his best to not let his voice crack. You smiled and shook your head while caressing his cheek with your hand, “Josuke..in all honesty I only see you as a friend, nothing more” you let go of his cheek and sit down on a small gray bench that was near. “Josuke, you are really one of the best friends I could ever ask for, but I just don’t see myself dating you, and besides..” you took and deep breath “Despite all that happened, I’m still in love with Oku, and I don't know maybe I'm just not ready for a relationship at the moment, y'know? But we can still be friends right?" you said, blushing lightly at the thought of your ex boyfriend. You'd expect that Josuke would've taken the rejection lightly, after all you were kind enough to still remain friends with the male.

   Josuke however, did not take the news lightly as you thought he would. Almost immediately, Josuke had grabbed you by your hands and pulled you close to him.  "Why do you still love Okuyasu after he broke your heart!? Why don't you love me, I've done nothing but give you adoration!". You looked at your friend in extreme fear, you didn't know what to do in this situation. "Josuke let me go you're hurting me! If you don't stop I'll-" you stuttered your words out. Josuke was just looking at you with a menacing glare, "Or what? You'll call Okuyasu? Stop thinking about him already! Just date me please, I loved you for so long! Longer than he has" You shook your head, you were starting to get fed up with his behavior, did he not understand what 'no' meant? "I said no Josuke! I don't want to date you! And if you think I will after this you're fucking stupid-!"

    Before you knew it Josuke had slapped you, but due to his strength, the slap didn't feel like a slap at all. "I'm sorry [first]-chan but now you see what happens when you don't just agree with me. You need to stop denying our love! You know you love me, so please stop denying our future together!". You couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Josuke’s mouth. Were these obsessed, disgusting words truly coming from Josuke? Sweet, and caring Josuke. While you were lost in your thoughts, Josuke took this opportunity to grab you and hold you close to his chest. “I’m sorry for hurting you [first]-chan, but what you said really hurt me so I-” he stopped for a second and leaned his head closer to yours just to take a small sniff of your hair. You just smelled so good, he had to do it.  You smelled like the coconut shampoo you had bought recently. And your perfume was different this time too. He knew he could overpower you at any time, so he took his chance and caressed your breasts softly with his hands. Along with this, he rubbed against your backside and groaned into your ear. He imagined it was him thrusting inside you. He imagines how warm you must feel. Or how cute you’d look when you were on the verge of climax.

  Him grinding against you and touching you was the last straw, you knew you had to get away from him. You turned around and looked at Josuke with both disgust and fear, and then you ran. You didn't want to be in his presence any longer. Here you thought that Josuke was a good friend trying to help you in a time you needed the most. But he’s just some asshole who needed to learn when a woman says no is no. How upsetting, you only wished that the incident didn’t exist.

  But for Josuke, those few moments felt almost heavenly. Grinding against you felt so good, he wanted more, but you just had to get away didn’t you? He watched you run off to who knows where. He knew he’d get you eventually, he just had to be patient. But his patience wouldn’t last long.

-

 For at least three weeks you have completely avoided Josuke and your friend group. You ignored all their calls, because the farther you were from Josuke, the safer you felt. You wanted to forget that day you hung out with Josuke. You wished you just never went to that damn Italian restaurant. Maybe then he would never have confessed his ‘love’ for you (that is more obsession than love in your book). Maybe then none of this would have happend. But alas here we are. 

 The telephone rang and you overheard your mother speak with what sounded like Yukako. “[first], dear it’s for you! It’s your friend Yukako!” your mother shouted. You held the phone and answered. “[first]-chan where have you been? Are you okay? We’ve been worried. You didn’t come across a stand user have you?” Yukako asked concerned. You lied, “No, I haven’t, trust me even if I did I wouldn’t notice. I’m fine I’ve just been..stressed, that’s all..” you lied, you didn’t want anyone to know about your situation with Josuke. “Well that’s good. So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and Koichi-kun today. We were thinking of going to the beach just for the weekend”. 

 At first you were hesitant, you didn’t want to see Josuke, but you did want to see your friends since you missed them. And if it was just Yukako, Koichi, and potentially Okuyasu, then you were down to go. You sighed and agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to see your friends once more, and to be honest you were excited.

-

 Yukako planned on picking you up and then walking to the beach, which you had agreed on. However, when she went to pick you up, she had brought some company. She brought Koichi (of course), Okuyasu, and to your horror, Josuke. Not once did Yukako mention that she was bringing Josuke along. Throughout the whole car ride you felt uncomfortable. You felt Josuke’s eyes watching your every move. It didn’t help that everyone else was having fun, while you were paranoid.

 Arriving at the beach, things got worse. Josuke was behind you at all times, and really if people weren’t around you would have yelled at him to leave you alone. Unfortunately you couldn’t do that. Not with Okuyasu and the rest of your friends here at least.

 You excused yourself to the bathroom just to get away from Josuke, and you could say that those three minutes you spent alone in the bathroom, were the best minutes you had in your life up until this point. You then heard the doorknob jiggle, so you walked over to it and unlocked it. “Yukako is that you? I’m almost done let me just-” you gasped at the sight, but before you could react, Josuke had covered your mouth and locked you both in the bathroom. 

 You whimpered and tried to scream but it was no use, Josuke was using Crazy Diamond to close your mouth. You heard Josuke chuckle, “You know its really cute when you think you can run away from your future boyfriend [first]-chan. Did you really think you could escape me?” he said. You felt as if he was mocking you. Things escalated from bad to worse as Josuke began to kiss your neck. Kisses went from heated bites on your neck, then sloppy, inexperienced kisses from Josuke. He had your breasts exposed, since he ripped your top immediately. You tried to remain emotionless throughout this whole session, but Josuke noticed, so he pinched your nipple to get a reaction. And a reaction he got as you released a muffled moan from your covered lips. “Please stop..” you whimpered.

 You heard Okuyasu shout from outside, “Hey [first]-chan! Are you good in there?”. You wanted to cry for help, but Josuke bent you over and slapped your ass, “Go ahead doll, tell him you’re okay..” he whispered. Crazy Diamond lowered it’s hand from your mouth to let you speak. Josuke raised your head up, “And remember, if you yell for help, I’ll open this door right now and show Okuyasu how much of a whore you look-”

 “I-i’m okay! Just a bit dizzy! I’ll be out soon!” you told him, you didn’t want Okuyasu to see you like this. “Okay! Just call me if you need anything” and with that you didn’t hear from the husky voiced male anymore, but you heard Josuke whisper in your ear,

  “That’s my good girl...”

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

So, one of the W&S engines bit the dust when James arrived? What else can we know about them? Are any still kicking?

(houseboat sent in another ask apologizing for forgetting my W&S gang, but that's okay, because I don't necessarily consider characters I made up for storytelling purposes "canon"! this ask was in response to that post about early RWS headcanons, where I call it "headcanons" but honestly I'm really trying to wrestle with actual canon and make it "make sense")

So even in my most self-indulgent, escapist headcanon, the W. & S. four in my fics are all now scrapped. It was a their-choice, death-with-dignity sort of thing. They had never been super-impressed with the future (also, this was before the N.W.R.'s maintenance budget became the massive financial marvel that it would later become, and being alive—much less steaming up and working!—had come to bloody hurt). #4 went on quite some while, reluctant to make a decision; she was still in storage even when BoCo first arrived (Edward would shunt her outside for sunlight and company every fine day because you know he did). But, frankly, she was very lonely by then. James's brief tenure on the line offered her and her dirty-old-lady instincts a welcome second wind, but even if he had stayed, she would have drooped again; she never could get over missing the other three. She was finally serene on the day she "departed." (She roped Myron into being with her to watch the sun set over the harbor. Yes, if you're wondering, he was indeed always pretty terrified of her.)

However, my OCs kind of blew by that whole perscription of they were all 0-6-0Ts, which is almost the only thing the Awdrys ever gave us about them. And, unlike you ;) I rather enjoy trying to stay within the parameters of canon.

So I treat my own OCs as non-canonical.

But 0-6-0Ts, huh. The oft-kicked-about idea of Billy and Charlie having been W. & S. engines is so cursed and I can't get rid of it, fml. In fact, in that HC post, I had been this close to putting in that the "early" stories that Thomas and Edward contributed to the Thin Clergyman's collection (which he never published, due to the board thinking they were Not Very On Brand) were later adapted by the TVS writers into "Don't Be Silly, Billy" and "Charlie and Eddie."

Well, not adapted. Loosely inspired by.

William had been the old station pilot at Wellsworth; at one point (one point—never again!) he was sent to Vicarstown teach Thomas the ropes, and ol' Billy just wouldn't admit that he didn't know the first damn thing without having the old stationmaster around to micromanage him. Thomas soon sort of... figured it out, though. It became... obvious. Thomas did ignore the warning signs, however, when they were given a chance to double-head a goods train. It was Thomas's dream in life! He kept his mouth shut and got on that train! Even when William scoffed at the idea that they had to top off first! Whatever! Let's gggooooo!

They had to be rescued by the Midland 2511 loaner, and Thomas didn't get another chance to take a train for six years. By that point William had been scrapped and, I'm sorry to say, the only response from Thomas (whom, you must recall, had till then never known anything but the rather dysfunctional atmosphere at early Vicarstown) was "good riddance."

Charles was by far the friendliest and happy-go-luckiest of the W. & S. lot, and he had good fun hazing the new young recruit from the mainland. Edward had never before done any work besides taking passengers, and, very earnest about following all advice to the letter, he fell for every single practical joke going. It was pretty funny, until Charlie hid the then young-railway's only saloon coach so that Edward wouldn't be able to find it for an important directors' shindig, but then Charlie got mixed up and couldn't find the damned thing either.

The subsequent double chewing-out by then-C.M.E. Hatt probably single-handedly explains why his doctor then ordered him to not exert himself again. Ever. He nearly keeled over right in the middle of this bawling-out.

The poor saloon remained lost for the next eleven months. She was recovered from an overgrown old spur with substantial water damage, cursing Charlie's name.

[hockeyisit]

Amelia meeting Auston’s past hookups

A.N. When I got this request I was so excited to write it! It might be a bit different from what you were expecting but I don't really see Auston and Amelia being the type of people to flip out when they run into any of their exes. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the request! P.S. I don’t know who any of Auston’s friends are from home so I kind of just made up some names sorry. I also know nothing about Jordyn so she could actually be a really great person and I just don't know it but for the point of the story she's not.

Word Count: 2,532

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“Hey babe,” Auston said as he slid his arm around my waist pulling me in. He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before leaning forward onto the bar to order a drink from the bartender. Auston and I were in Arizona for the offseason and we had gone out to the bars with Auston’s sister Alex and a few of Auston’s buddies. Alex and I had made our way to the bar and gotten some seats while the guys had played darts.

“What no hi for me?” Alex asked as she took a sip of her drink. Auston reached out and nudged her in the shoulder.

“Hii,” he said and then took a sip of his drink.

“How did darts go?” I asked glancing over to where his buddies were still standing with some girls now. His eyes followed mine before glancing back at the two of us.

“Good. I won,” he shrugged his shoulder before taking another sip. Auston shared a quick look with Alex silently pleading with his eyes that she leave the two of us alone for a moment. After a second she caught on and stood up.

“Well Imma go see if I can beat Clayton,” she said pushing herself up from the chair. Auston quickly slid into her chair and faced me.

“Why do you look like that?” I asked pointing my finger at him. He smiled softly as he reached out to push my finger down.

“I gotta tell you something,” he said leaning in closer. Hearing his nervous tone I felt myself sober up slightly as I took in his tense posture.

“Okay,” I reached out to grab my drink for a sip. He looked back over to his friends before letting out a soft sigh.

“Um uh, do you remember when I told you about Jordyn,” Auston said looking me straight in the eyes. I searched my brain for the name trying to remember who that was.

“Uh, I don’t remember,” I said after a moment and then reached my hand out to his thigh. He was so tense it was starting to worry me.

“She was someone I used to hook up with,” he said looking away. My grip loosened for a second as I remembered the model that he used to hook up with.

“Oh yeah. I remember you talking about her,” I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah. uh um, she's here. Like at this bar,” he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced back at me. I took a deep breath.

“Where?” I asked calmly. He shared a look with me before pointing to where all his friends were standing with Alex and the model. I looked away back at my drink and picked it up before downing the rest of it. Auston looked at me in shock as he watched me finish my almost full drink.

“Um did she say anything to you?” I asked before waving over the bartender to order two shots.

“She came up and said hi. She also hugged me but I excused myself after to come over here,” he said, reaching out for one of the shots when they were placed in front of us. We clinked them together before taking them.

“Okay, and you broke things off with her right?” I asked my face screwing up at the tequila shot. Auston nodded his head placing his glass in mine.

“Why did you end things with her? And is she mean? Like is she going to come over here and try to make me feel like shit?” I asked bombarding him with questions. He looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging.

“I ended things because I got bored of her-” Auston said. I knew that before Auston had met me he slept around a lot. We didn’t talk about it that often but I knew that Auston wasn’t ashamed of it but at this moment I could see that he felt bad for putting me in this position.

“But we weren't really anything we just hooked up. She’s kind of a petty person though so I don’t know how nice she'll be,” he finished.

“Do we have to go over there?” I asked. We glanced over to see her talking to Auston’s friend Matt her hand on his arm. I noticed Alex standing next to the high-top table with a bored expression on her face. When we made eye contact she sent us a help me look.

“How about we take another shot and we go over there,” Auston offered ordering another round from the bar. I frowned as I turned back to the bar but took my shot anyway.

“Alright let's do this,” I said, faking excitement as I stood up from my chair. Auston stood up after me and pulled me into a gentle hug before giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. When he went to pull away I moved my arms up to his hair and kept him in place as I made out with him for another moment.

“We got this,” I mumbled against his lips before pulling away and leading him over to our group. Once we made it to them I walked over to the hightop and stood by Alex. Auston stood behind me and pulled me against him so that his arm was wrapped around me. It didn't take long for Jordyn to make her way over to the two of us.

“Hey, Aus how have you been?” Jordyn asked as she approached the two of us.

“Uh good. Uh, this is my girlfriend Amelia,” he said stepping to the side of me but leaving his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I tensed up when her focus was on me. Seeing her now up close I could see why Auston used to hook up with her. She was incredibly hot and she was a model.

“Oh I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” she grinned fakely at me as she took a step closer to Auston. He shifted back on his feet slightly as he shrugged.

“Yeah been dating for a year now,” he told her as he grinned down at me.

“Are you back for the summer, will have to get together,” she suggested taking another step closer to Auston. She tried to reach out for his arm but he took another step back, his arm leaving my shoulder and sliding down to my hip.

“Yeah Amelia and I are visiting my family. I don’t really have a lot of free time,” Auston responded. As she went to continue Alex made her way over to us.

“Did you win?” Auston asked her. She looked between the three of us with wide eyes before shaking her head no.

“Auston c’mon we're taking shots,” Matt shouted out. All the boys left to head over to the bar leaving all the girls behind. I pulled out a chair and took a seat next to Alex.

“So your Austons new toy?” Jordyn asked as she slid onto the stool next to me. I shared an annoyed look with Alex before turning to face her.

“I’m sorry what was that?” I asked giving her the friendliest smile I could manage.

“Auston always gets bored pretty easily I wouldn't be surprised if he got bored of you soon enough,” she said looking down at her nails before looking back at me. I stared at her in disbelief. I couldn't understand how someone so pretty could be so outwardly petty to me. Someone she had never even met before in her life. It blew my mind to hear this coming out of her mouth. I didn’t want to engage in her behavior in front of Alex so I tried to ignore her instead by turning back to Alex.

“I bet he's already bored of you. He always had a soft spot for me. Maybe I should go over there and take some shots with him. He was always pretty easy for me after a few shots,” she said staring at me with a smirk. I hid my grimace as I took in her words. I was so repulsed that she was saying these things in front of Alex.

“Listen,” I started to say before trailing off. I raised my eyebrow in question.

“I’m sorry what’s your name again?” I asked. Her expression jumped in surprise before anger took over.

“Jordyn,” she bitterly spit out.

“Right. Listen Auston is the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t care about any history you think you have on me because I believe in my own relationship. You can talk bad to me or down to me all you want but at the end of the day I’m the one that's going home with him and spending my life with him,” I pushed myself up from the seat, Alex doing the same.

I walked over to the bar where Auston was standing with his friends and tugged on his arm. I was in no mood to stay out after what she had done to me in front of Alex. Auston turned around when he felt my hand on his arm. His face lit up once his eyes landed on me but his expression quickly turned concerned when he could tell something was wrong.  

“What's wrong babe?” he asked as he pulled me into a side hug pressing a kiss to my forehead. I felt myself immediately relax. I couldn't believe I let her get to me even a little bit. Auston was the sweetest person I had ever met and he showed me every day how much he loved and cared for me.

“Nothing I love you,” I grinned up at him. He grinned back before leaning down and kissing me sweetly.

“Ohhh Papi making the moves,” Matt shouted as he pat Auston on the back.

“Papi is the biggest simp I’ve ever met,” Brett said laughing as he took a drink from his beer. Auston blushed slightly as he looked at me. All the guys went around teasing Auston for a while after that.

“Did you want to go?” Auston asked Alex and me almost an hour later. I looked up from where I had been staring intensely at my phone where I had received a DM from the one and only Jordyn Johnson.

“Huh,” I asked, pulling my attention away from my phone. I was definitely feeling the alcohol at this point.

“Are you ready to go?” he repeated tangling his hand in mine.

“Yeah I’m tired,” I responded locking my phone and putting it in my purse.

“Alex are you ready to head back?” Auston asked his sister who was in a deep conversation with Matt. She glanced our way and nodded. Once we were outside the bar Auston pulled his phone out to look for an Uber.

“There arent any Ubers right now,” Auston sighed shaking his head.

“Call Bre,” Alex suggested.

“Smart,” he pulled up her number and hit call putting it on speaker.

“Auston?” she asked, picking up on the fourth ring.

“Bre can you come pick us up?” he asked slurring just the tiniest bit.

“Auston it’s freakin 'two A.M. why are you guys still out,” she sighed as she shuffled around.

“Will you come get us or not?” he asked impatiently. I shook my head as I reached out to slap his arm lightly.

“Be nice,” I warned, and then I tucked myself under his arm in hopes of warming up from the breezy night weather.

“Yeah fine where are you?” she asked. As Auston answered her I turned my attention to the people around us.

“Babe,” Auston called, tugging me closer. I looked up at him confused.

“Bre is here you spaced out for a bit. Are you feeling alright?” he asked, sounding concerned. I gave him a soft smile as I nodded my head yes. Alex climbed into the front seat and Auston and I hopped into the back.

“Thanks, Bre,” I mumbled as I leaned into Auston resting my head on his shoulder. I let my eyes close as we started the drive home. When we pulled up to the house Auston helped me out of the car and towards the front door.

“We have to be quiet when we go inside we can't wake mom and dad,” Bre said as she opened the front door. As we stepped through the door Auston tripped slightly at the last minute causing me to giggle quietly.

“Aus are you okay,” I asked, holding him up as best I could.

“Aus I’m like really drunk I need you to help me help you,” I laughed out as we tried to make our way up the stairs. Auston laughed as he responded.

“I’m pretty drunk too, I probably shouldn't have done those extra shots with Matt,” I laughed as I pushed his bedroom door open. Once we were both through the door I shut it and pushed him onto the bed.

“Woah if you wanted me in bed so bad all you had to do was ask,” Auston teased. I giggled as I reached down to take off my shoes.

“You know your ex hookup is a bitch,” I told Auston as I helped him take his shoes off.

“What did she say to you? I looked over at one point and it looked like you wanted to rip her head off,” Auston joked as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off.

“Nothing important it was dumb. She DMd me once we left though,” I said as I pulled my phone out to show Auston the message. He read the message and snorted.

“I would never pick her over you,” he handed me my phone back.

“Are you going to respond?” he asked as he pulled off his t-shirt and climbed under the blanket. I changed into a t-shirt that was on the ground before walking over to the bed.

“No, she's not worth the time. Also, you know you need to go downstairs to the couch Aus,” I said nudging him. When we stayed at Auston’s parents they didn’t like us to stay in the same room. Even though we lived together in Toronto it wasn't allowed in their house unless we were married.

“Ugh I really don't want to go down there,” he mumbled.

“I can sleep down there,” I offered standing up from where I had sat myself on the bed. He stayed frozen for a second before letting out a deep sigh.

“No, I will just let me put on some clothes,” he pulled himself into a sitting position. Once he was dressed he walked back over to the bed and leaned down to press a kiss to my lips.

“I love you babe,” he grinned as he stood up and made his way over to the door. When he pulled it open Felix came charging in. I giggled as he jumped up onto the bed with me.

“Night Aus love you back,” I grinned as I cuddled up on the bed. He smiled softly as he left the door ajar.

“Night,” he whispered.

[phoenixyfriend]

The MILFnevka AU

Once again something that was brainstormed en masse on the GG fanworks server.

I was... very much spearheading this one, but I dragged in @professorsparklepants for a lot, because Anevka, as well as input from @fenerismoon, @purronronner, @gelpenss​, and @whirlibird. The original conversation took place mid-September of 2019.

AU where Tarvek's side of the family squeezed in an extra generation or so.

Aaronev was still Lu's generation, but he had Anevka young, and she was an only child who was already an adult by the time Lu disappeared. As a result, Aaronev let her married before she ended up in the machine (because he wasn’t desperate yet), and he couldn't risk drawing the attention by the time Agatha’s gen is being born.

So instead of being Tarvek's SISTER, she's his MOM.

Anevka formed her own faction, separate from the Aaronev and vaguely aligned with Terabithia’s.

She insisted Martellus and his branch hang out with Tarvek because being an only child is lonely, and also it keeps Tarvek out of his grandfather's sights and vague plans of body-hopping.

She is a Protective Momma who is a little TOO down with murdering anyone who threatens her child.

Agatha: you're just going to listen to your evil mom? Because no offense but that's worked out really bad for me so far. Tarvek: She's not EVIL, just... Valois... anyway the Baron knows what she's like and mostly he just rolls his eyes and tries to keep her away from Queen DuPree.

Anevka is definitely the mom that uses her position as mother of the king/heir to stockpile as much power as possible and control everything behind the scenes. Tarvek is currently trying to undermine this and wrestle back control as secretly as possible.

Wine mom with eighty hidden stabbing implements.

When Agatha is discovered, Anevka still kills her dad, but it's not like she can steal Agatha's voice in this AU, so she just settles for aggressively matchmaking her with Tarvek.

Anevka's managed to rein her dad in, mostly, because she's a powerful spark with an Undefined Husband who nonetheless has enough good connections to cause a ruckus if he finds out about the Summoning Throne, and he's too sparky to wasp.

This did lead to his early death and no siblings for Tarvek, but not before Anevka managed to fight her dad down to ONLY trying to throne the girls who were legitimately likely to be Agatha.

And then Agatha's in Sturmhalten and Anevka's just like. Well. Time for plan A. And kills her dad.

Regarding Gil...  She kinda wants to pat him on the head and tell him to try harder.

I'm not wholly convinced Tarvek got kicked off of Castle Wulfenbach, depending on how Anevka married and decided to approach things. She might have warned Tarvek to AVOID stealing information, even, if she was worried about Aaronev trying to do something.

Less "do whatever you can to help us gain power" and more "do whatever you can to stay out of Sturmhalten."

Tarvek: My mom is a bitch and I love her so much

Klaus hates it when Anevka comes to CW because she acts like some unholy cross between Lucrezia, Terabithia, and Zantabraxus and she keeps hitting on his top enforcers but with knives and pretty dresses.

Unstoppable Divorce energies

Anevka: Do you like my new dress? Klaus: Your bodice is far too low cut, please stop visiting me dressed like my ex. I'm the same age as your father. Anevka: I know, it's really fun to watch you suffer as you fail to resist the urge to tell me to put on a sweater.

Tarvek: MOTHER YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF ALL MY FRIENDS PLEASE STOP HITTING ON THE BARON AURGH. Anevka: I'm not HITTING on him, I'm trying to make his face turn puce. Anevka: I am, however, hitting on Von Pinn. She looks like she knows how to have fun. Tarvek: MOTHER.

Tarvek, to Gil: the baron can't be your dad, he's old enough to be your grandfather. Gil: He’s at a solid age for both.

Anevka and Klaus have zero actual attraction to each other but there's definitely A Dynamic that's eerily reminiscent of his relationship with Bang, with slightly less "I did a violence, be proud of me" and slightly more "I did a sexy and/or politics, be proud of me."

Tarvek: I have a problem. Gil: What's up? Tarvek: All of our friends want to fuck my mom. Zulenna: I don't. Tarvek: That's because she used to put you in time-out when we were five.

Anevka is prime Dangerous Widow material. She didn't actually kill her husband but a hell of a lot of people think she did.

Seffie thinks her Auntie 'Nevka is the COOLEST

Anevka having an intermittent fling with that "darlingly stupid young hero, Tryggvassen" makes me laugh way too hard and also dips into my nonsense love of Otharnevka.

At one point we did sidle over into “what if Single Father KB tho”

Like they met at some point on vacation while the kids were still kids, which does lose us the “Anevka aggressively ships her kid with Agatha” thing, so I’m not sticking with this but there’s some hella fun tidbits.

Anevka: Guess what. Klaus, very tired: What. Anevka: I'm getting married. Klaus: Again? Good for you. I hope this one lives longer. Anevka: He has the same name as you. Klaus: Get out of my house.

KB isn't a widower, things are just complicated and everyone blames Lu. There's time travel involved, of course.

"So your daughter--" "Sister." "...how--" "Just... just blame my mother."

He's LEGALLY Agatha's dad, maybe? Their dynamic is parent-child. Just, you know, as far as blood goes...

Anevka wants KB to help her bag Othar again. KB thinks she means finally killing him. Anevka: I might. Haven't decided yet.

Overall, though, including KB is too complicated without undermining the entire premise I want. Which is mostly canon but Anevka is Tarvek's embarrassing, mysterious, prone-to-assassination mother.

Seriously though, the entire attraction here is Anevka having the Dangerous Widow Whom No Man Can Tie Down vibe

She's a solo act. Some flings, sure, but overall? Chaos. Refined, elegant chaos.

Anevka as Bang’s sugar mom was suggested. We were obviously all on board.

Bang doesn’t need a sugar mom, but it makes the vein in Klaus's forehead throb, and that's very important.

Bang absolutely tries to get Tarvek to call her “mom” while she’s ‘dating’ Anevka. One time he does call her that and it throws her for SUCH A LOOP because no wrong.

Anevka occasionally daydreams of a world where she could have both Othar and Bang at the same time without them IMMEDIATELY trying to kill each other. Only occasionally, though, she has evidence to plant and blood to spill.

BACK TO ANEVKA SHIPPING HER KID WITH HIS POLITICALLY-APPROPRIATE CRUSH.

Anevka: Oh look, my future daughter-in-law. Tarvek, tired: Mother, she doesn't like me. Anevka: Whyever not? You're clever, handsome, politically apt, charming, sensitive, heir to a throne, you are EVERYTHING a maiden could wish for. Tarvek: You just think that because you're my mom. Agatha: No, no, she's not wrong. You're just not someone I trust. At all. Especially since you say you've been a honeypot before. Anevka: See? A simple hurdle, dear, I'm sure you could whip him into shape in no time. I could even loan you the whip. And the harness, perh-- Tarvek: MOTHER.

Anevka sends Tarvek out with Othar for “field trips.”

It’s great!! Multi-purpose! Absolutely helps boost Tarvek’s image if he’s associated with Known Hero, gets Othar out of her hair for a little bit, sometimes he can be pointed in a direction that’s useful to her.

Othar refers to this outings as “stepfather-stepson bonding times.” Tarvek absolutely hates it. Detests it, really.

Somehow something goes wrong and like 50% of the time and he ends up getting accused of murder, probably.

It’s so unfair. Especially since of the two of them, Othar is more likely to murder than him. (It’s because everyone knows what those Valois types are like, and Othar is a hero.)

Gil: What's so embarrassing about your mom? Your mom's nice. (To me.)

She gives him head pats and lollipops. His own dad certainly never gives him head pats OR lollipops.

Anevka: Well I WAS going to push him towards dear little Seffie, but he seems to be quite enamored with YOU, darling. Tarvek: Mother, PLEASE stop getting invested in my love life.

Anevka’s job is to meddle, he’s lucky she isn’t drawing up contracts and going Full Arrangement.

I also love the idea of Anevka having one of those "sunshine embodied anime mom" smiles as she says "Oh Tarvek, dear, look at all your little friends!"

She's genuinely enthused but Klaus is heavily disturbed by Anevka smiling like that.

"Is she going to sacrifice them?" "Uh, no, it isn't Sunday."

Human sacrifice is actually garish and passe these days, haven’t you heard?

Just imagining one of those Stately Child and Parent portraits with Anevka and Tarvek here.

When Tarvek was born, Anevka has an "I've only had my son for an hour and a half" moment... and then just shrugged and rolled with it.

Anevka "Hot Mom" Sturmvoraus is one of the MANY banes of Klaus's existence, but she's definitely one of the friendliest on the list... as much as he may resent that, at times.

Anevka: Is the Baron in? Boris: Actually... [Crashing noise] Boris: He just left. Anevka, pulling on the rocket boots she stole from Othar and heading towards the broken window leading to the outside of the ship: That's alright, I'll catch up.

(I love how Anevka's name just lends itself so well to AU portmanteaus.)

Anevka definitely susses out Gil's identity but she doesn't actually DO anything about it other than angling for Useful Connections.

She's always telling Tarvek to bring his friend along, and Klaus doesn't want Gil anywhere near that family but he doesn't want it to look like he has any particular interest in Gil.

Imagine Klaus actually encouraging Gil to persue Agatha with the idea that it will put some distance between Gil and "that damn woman and her spawn." Anevka for her part is pushing Agatha towards Tarvek. Meanwhile the three of them are working it out between themselves.

She just has This Energy, folks:

Tarvek: Oh no. Theo: Whats the matter? That's your mom, right? Tarvek: Oh NO, she's wearing her 'NEWLY WIDOWED BUT OUT ON THE PROWL' OUTFIT Theo: ????? She hasn’t been widowed- Tarvek: SHES AFTER THE BARON AND I'M GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT, THEO

The one thing here is that Anevka's not into Klaus and he's not into her but by GOD is she going to fuck with his head about it.

She’s just doing this for the Big Dick Energy of trying to Get Baron Wulfenbach.

Embarrassing mom of the deadliest degree.

Tarvek: YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN MY LIFE. Anevka: Don't be so dramatic, let your mother have a bit of fun. Besides, he's not expelling you anymore, is he? Tarvek: I almost wish he was-

Also Gil and Tarvek reconciling early on due to the immense power of being Embarrassed By Your Parents.

Anevka and Klaus getting increasingly bitchy at each other at dinner, and Tarvek and Gil are just. Bright red and glowering at them.

They’re DESTROYING their COOL TEEN CRED.

Tarvek doesn't ever wants to marry a woman who has been married before, not because of some weird distaste of so-called "sloppy seconds," but rather that he's just scared that they're going to be like his mom, and planning to kill him for his money.

Tarvek, waking up in the middle of the night: What if they really do get married and I have to have Gil as a stepbrother. Tarvek: (screams internally for a few hours)

Anevka is also that Sailor J contouring video

While Otharnevka is... this thing

Some more relevant Vibes: Divorce Court Half-Mourning Upper East Side Widow

Everyone always assumed she had murdered her husband. It was a natural assumption, but ultimately wrong. She had had plans in place to kill him if the need arose, but in the end she hadn’t needed them.

Most people grossly underestimated how complicated it was to arrange for someone to be t-boned by a semi carrying flammable chemicals.

Othar as Anevka's second trophy husband and Tarvek's annoying stepdad has a very specific energy.

That energy is at least 20% "the lovebirds take anniversary honeymoons every year" and 60% "Tarvek hates being in the room with them because they're gross and embarrassing."

This is partly fun because Othar being Tarvek’s stepdad is... a lot.

But honestly, I'm also just enjoying cougar Anevka with Trophy Husband Othar. They're actually in love!!! BUT. Cougar with a trophy husband.

Anevka makes sly comments about Othar and Klaus having sexual tension.

Also I have headcanons about NB Tarvek and like

I think she'd be supportive up until the point of "you want to be Storm King, don't you?"

Less "this isn't natural and you shouldn't be this way" and more "this is going to cause you trouble due to social norms."

"Keep it under wraps until your throne is secure, then you can come out in a blaze of glory." No dresses in public until you're king, then do whatever you want. After all, “Your Majesty” is gender neutral.

Anevka caught Tarvek playing dressup in her closet one time and just criticized the color relationships.

And you must try to avoid wearing that particular shade at all, my dear, it really doesn't look imperial.

[redbirdbella]

@clintasha-week advent calendar day 21 - free 

This goes against all my headcanons so it wont go any further but this idea wouldn’t stop bugging me so here we go!

"Hello? Yes. I'd like to request medical assistance to safehouse 3485 please, suspected poisoning" Clint begins unable to take his eyes off his partner and the way she's bearhugging the toilet bowl. 

"Ok honey, we can definitely get that sorted for you. Can you just let me know which agent you are requesting this for?"

"Natasha Romanoff"

"Uh-huh," she taps away furiously at a keypad. He wonders if he can see the notes, the ones that say she's only just had the KGBs bounty removed from her head. "So is this Clint I'm speaking to?"

"Yeah"

"Ok Clint, Agents Stanton and Welford will be over to support they are from Natasha's approved file and I believe you've met before?"

"Many times"

"Excellent they are 20 minutes away from your location and are on their way as soon as they can. Do you mind giving me a brief description of the issue?"

"She's been generally unwell for the past 4 days with sickness and nausea - unable to keep food down and now seems weak and tired. It started after Starks party"

"Ok, I've got that noted down. Is she currently conscious and breathing?"

"yeah she's now being sick, bits of blood too"

"Alright Clint, keep her calm, it's perfectly normal for that to happen if someone's being sick as much as she is. No more food and fluids until help arrives though ok?"

Clint nods not that she can see but he doesn't want Natasha to realize he's asking for medical support but if her glare is anything to go by she's noticed. 

"And you say it started after Starks party?"

"Yeah the morning after" 

"Ok, and can you tell me who was in attendance?

"No, it's a bit of a blur" 

"That's ok. We can look into that more if and when we need too. How's Natasha doing now?" 

"Still the same"

"Ok, Stanton and Welford are only 5 minutes out now-"

The operator is 48 seconds too early. Stanton and Welford arrive relatively uneventfully as far as Natasha's concerned. She grumbles but still gives Stanton, an ex-army medic now a lovable grump, a tight hug and a soft "hello" leaving Welford to fuss over Lucky and the inevitable paperwork that comes with interacting with Strike Team Delta.

 They get Natasha settled on the bed leaving the cool bathroom floor behind. 

"Right, let's start by running a few basic tests and then we will either take you to the treatment center or give Clint the number of a good therapist for the hypochondria"

The quick laugh it draws from Natasha disappears as soon as the medical equipment appears. 

"First question" Stanton asks sternly but the glint in her eyes says otherwise, "Did you eat Clint's cooking?"

"Nothing I haven't supervised"

"Well that pretty much rules out food poisoning"  

"I'm sure it can be arranged if you like Stanton, I can make you my special scrambled eggs recipe the special ingredient is E.coli" Clint mutters entwining his fingers with Natasha's.

The tests are over quickly, with Natasha too drained to put up much of a fight this time. One by one the results all come up negative, negative, negative. But the sickness hasn't stopped. Clint holds her through the next bout until she's left empty dry-heaving and coughing.

"Ok me and Welford both want to give you a little trip up to the treatment centre cause chances are you might have a nasty case of stomach flu or a stomach migraine but we can run some more tests up there just to be sure it's nothing major. But first, let's get you feeling a little more human and a little less walking dead. Wash or a shower?"

"Can't she get clean once we are there?" Clint's asks straining to keep the fear from his voice. 

Stanton nods towards the door leaving Natasha to Welford capable hands and Lucky's wagging tail.

"No, it's nicer to do it at home where we can get her dressed. I understand your concerns but between the three of us, we have got her covered. do you want to pack you both an overnight bag? She's going to need IV fluids overnight if nothing else, get someone in to check on the dog"

Clint nods "But it's not life-threatening?"

"No she's still very much alive so don't start spending the life insurance money just yet. Now Natasha wash or shower?"

They let him travel in the ambulance, sitting him close enough so he can kiss her hands and whisper to her when the movement of the ambulance and her nausea collide.

She chooses shower cause of course she does anything to delay a visit to the treatment centre. It works though, she does look more human dressed in leggings and one of Clint's old jumpers. Smaller but still more human.

She even manages a smile when they call ahead and guarantee Natasha her favourite Doctor the quirky young woman with the red converses. 

Welford does the handover, patiently repeating himself when the Doctor interrupts to ask questions before he's finished. They stay there goodbyes to Stanton and Wellford and the next few hours pass by with endless tests and observations. By Strike Team Deltas standards Natasha is a model patient even when they place her onto an IV of fluids and an anti-sickness medication with a name with more syllables then ingredients, probably. 

Eventually, Clint crawls into bed with her, once the medication has kicked in enough that she can actually relax as the fear of being sick subsides. 

"I'm sorry" he whispers "I was being paranoid"

Natasha smiles pushing her forehead against his, "Avoiding blame more like, bet it was that omelette the one you absolutely checked the eggs were good for" 

"I'll make it up to you. promise"

Natasha smiles, she relaxes into him and Clint is almost certain she's asleep when the Dr walks in. 

"Mystery solved love-birds. The good news is Natasha hasn't been poisoned. The bad news is she's been taken out by friendly fire. The friendliest fire" 

Natasha glances over giving Clint her best 'i-told-you-so' smile. 

"Congratulations. Your pregnant!"

[friendofthecrows]

Posting a way more in-depth description of my alters than any of you want or need because why not

Keiko: friendliest, nicest, cutest, acts the youngest. Used to front a lot when we were hanging out with friends. Still essentially like the rest of us in that she has the same personality disorders (pointing this out because you wouldn’t guess she has ASPD but we all do. No, none of us are “more of a psychopath” or evil vs good or whatever compared to one another). She just seems more able to feel/express the positive spectrum of emotions, she hasn’t repressed it or detached herself from it as much. She/her pronouns. Aroace. Current fave thing: either MLP or stimboards

Miyuki: calm, collected, responsible, acts like a gatekeeper of the system a lot as in she’s the only one we can actually trust to moderate the rules objectively. Also has pulled people out or put people in control before. Less “control panel” access than say Jokul or I though, but probably only due to lack of practice. THE most sane one (idk how that works either) and the one with the least emotional turmoil. Used to wonder if 1. She was capable of caring about people and 2. If she actually felt any emotions at all. The answer is yes she does, she just Bottles Them Up Completely. We are taking it in faith that she feels stuff because the body cried once while she was in control. Pronouns: she/her. Sexuality: ???? when it comes to romance, but definitely ace. Current fave thing: tea, specifically a nice warming oolong like Da Hong Pao.

Yahto: (me!) people are suggesting ways to describe me and it is mean. For most of my knowledge of my own existence as a separate alter, I’ve kind of assigned myself the role of protector. I was very functional as well! Confident (bordering on insufferably arrogant), and with the level of detachment from my emotions I had at the time as well as my complete lack of fear, perfectly suited to deal with a wide variety of situations. Only if we were okay with other people thinking we’re weird because I used to have a worse filter than I have now. I experienced fear for the first time 3.5 years ago right alongside the strongest emotions I’ve ever felt and my mental health has been spiraling downwards ever since :) Also I am literally the most stubborn person you will ever meet. He/him pronouns. Anything having to do with orientation is a big question mark right now, I just know I’m probably not interested in men. I HAVE dated women but tbh I’m no longer sure if I’m even interested in them. Current fave thing: yahto.exe stopped working 38 hours of being awake ago. Uh,,,,idk sorry How about reading fzanfic to pass the time fnafic fanfic

Jezebeth (Jez): (headspace bestie! Great at writing horror poems!) Does Not Care About People but also surprisingly extremely chill. When she’s enthusiastic about something, she’s REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT but otherwise mostly just stays quiet and has a nice time Observing. People either find her really fun to be around or creepy. No in between. She went through a phase where she thought it was funny to creep people out by saying really messed up things so that probably didn’t help. Actually, DURING said phase, she single-handedly made and maintained the best in-school friendship we ever had for 4 years. Literally none of us talked to her except for Jez. She just had endless “creepy” conversation topics and Robin thought it was *amazing. * She/her pronouns, I have no idea sexuality wise simply because she does not talk about that kind of thing. Current fave thing: inking pens :)

Jokul: (sworn enemy, tried to kill myself once to take him down with us) Perfectly reasonable person realistically. Nothing particularly wrong with him. I just Do Not Like Him. Especially since for as long as I can remember, we’ve made it a game to torment each other. You see, we both hate boredom more than anything else, or at least we did when we were even younger and more naive and we’re not actually malicious, and yet foolishly prided ourselves on not being nice and also our ability to manipulate people. No, little kid me was probably not actually an expert on manipulation, we just thought we were at the time. This all resulted in us taking our boredom, pent up malice, and desire to prove we were better than one another on each other. Such a great idea (sarcastic). We did in fact get better at emotionally wounding people after years of practice, and predictably (if we had any foresight on this matter at all) it backfired! I did in fact turn this skill against the one person I cared about in an effort to push them away during one of my breakdowns and it resulted in 6 suicide attempts, not including my own. Jokul has been trying to manipulate me positively since (both of us have been ordered to be nice to each other by Miyuki because we were causing too many problems) and it has Not Worked. If he was a separate person, I would skin him. The only person I’ve hated so much. We’ve been on relatively good terms lately. Been capable of having casual conversations. Things are okay, I guess. His personality is entirely fake, so I don’t know how to describe it except for how he acts when we’re trying to hurt each other, which might be him dropping his mask or it might be a whole different act just for that. Pronouns: He/him. Sexuality: He can change it at will? I think default is aroace though? Current fave thing: *Jokul imitation* “My purple silk dress I wear when I’m meeting people and am desperate for them to worship my beauty. I look so irresistibly elegant in it, it makes everyone like me automatically.” His actual answer is Death Note (cringe) (I’ve been yelled at for calling Death Note cringe)

Gracelynn: (headspace ex-bestie) Everyone thinks she’s the nicest person ever and super loyal and so on. She is to other people but apparently not to me anymore. Still finds it difficult to empathize with people and care about them, but apparently decided to be nice anyways. Like she doesn’t get the fuss about friends but she’s here for them anyways. Spends as much time daydreaming as possible these days, used to front A TON a few years ago. Extremely shy and full of social anxiety and anxiety in general. Goes nonverbal in a plethora of social situations. Freakishly good memory. Has way less memory gaps than I do and I have no idea why. She/her pronouns, probably aroace Current fave thing: brace yourself for no surprises, a tie between horseback riding and the Chronicles of Amber.

Ryo: (the alter of many names: Ryo, Rachel, Ry, Rei, R) The newest. Noticed a new voice and behavior that did not match any of ours a while after the events of 3.5 years ago. Might be coincidence, might not be, I don’t care. Kind of down to earth and practical and normal compared to the rest of us. Despite him being here for years now I don’t know that much about him partially because I don’t care and haven’t been paying attention, and partially because system communication hasn’t been that great (I’ve also been getting way more memory gaps! Whole days lost! Isn’t that great? (sarcastic)). Pronouns: varies, any are fine. (Despite us, in general, identifying as gender fluid so we don’t have to explain, Ryo is the only ACTUALLY gender fluid alter in our system) Aroace. Current fave thing: He said sleep, he wants us to go to sleep. (refuses to answer the fun question genuinely) Well Ryo, you have just failed my vibe check. Your reward is uh,,,AT LEAST 13 more hours of being awake. Yayyy

(I did colors here but the all green theme will stay in other posts <3 Really if I had to describe our auras it would be different shades of blue anyways.)

[halcyonhopes]

hey, isn’t that DAPHNE GREENGRASS? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FOUR year old pure blood WITCH is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be a HEALER. i’ve heard they can be quite DECISIVE & SOPHISTICATED, but i don’t know… they came off very MICROMANAGING & WITHDRAWN in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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introducing, daphne....

the first born daughter usually helmed a lot of responsibilities, met certain expectations, and had about a hundred and one opportunities thrown for her to catch to figure out which one she would grasp. as such was the specific upbringing that the eldest greengrass daughter had, what with their family’s influence and endless coffers.

genuinely thinking that she was brought into the world to live up to her parents’ expectations, daphne took everything her parents would thrust onto her in stride. 

smile, put your chin up, wear this, say this, don’t even try and read that ─ and there she was just nodding, nodding, nodding.

it wasn’t a surprise that she grew up being resentful, learned how to spin carefully articulated white lies, and kept a mountain of secrets she swore no one had the power to uncover.

the puppet strings that kept her upright went on until she left their family home to start her education in hogwarts. there, she welcomed what she already knew; that she didn’t need her parents’ assistance to figure out who she is and who she wants to be.

but of course it wasn’t easy. getting out of her shell took a lot of mental and emotional work. however, once she’s blossomed into her own self, everything came much easier.

one would think that because she grew up letting her parents speak over her that daphne didn’t know how to make her own decisions. in truth, it seems as though she already knew what she wanted to do even before anyone asks her. she’s suppressed her voice long enough and now that she doesn’t have to do so, there’s no stopping her.

yet she knows that so long as she’s got nothing to show for, her mother might subdue her to a life of catering to a husband and tending over children ( nothing wrong with that, it’s just not her style ).

so daphne worked hard on her grades. she knew she could use her academic success as something that will pull her out of her parents’ clutches. it helps that she’s always been the brainy sort and the magical sciences were easy for her to comprehend. while she was not at the very top, she was high enough and that was all that matters.

it was a childhood dream of hers to become a healer and every day where her studies are involved she’s worked her ass off to meet the marks for that profession. she was preparing herself for retaliation against her parents’ side but due to the war and the imminent need for rehabilitation, it wasn’t all too difficult getting them to accept the fact that she’s chosen for herself. it was the reluctant sort of acceptance, sure, but acceptance nevertheless. 

now, her relationship with her parents were civil at best but daphne will never forget her childhood trauma and the fact that she still carries the weight of their terrible parenting.

personality !

every task she’s managed to be great at were achieved with detailed steps and great precision. as such, anyone who does the same thing under her care must follow the same steps or else she fears the same standard won’t be achieved.

that is one of the many ways where her micromanaging tendencies manifest. she’s not prone to compromising; it’s either her way or no way at all.

she understands that this might mean not a lot of people will like her. it’s fine, she’s not the friendliest person anyway. if she needs to be amiable, she can craft the perfect fake smile and say whatever it is you want to hear. her parents taught her well.

if there’s anything that hasn’t changed about daphne, it would be the fact that she still values outward appearances and making sure that she’s always looking her most polished self. calm, collected, and classy. 

ice cold on the outside but on the inside, she just longs for warmth. nothing like the nurturing words of comfort and encouragement; of kindness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

she does have a caring side. often times reserved for the people she treasures the most and in some unique way, shown to her patients. 

quick connections !

exes from school??? exes from a few years ago?? i know it doesn’t seem like she’s much fun but i promise she can be!

a best friend... a core group of friends... please just someone who understands her but likes her anyway !!

a childhood friend

a mentor

or alternatively, someone she can mentor !!

flings 

a friend from school she could’ve had a falling out with

this is all my pea brain can handle for now but i’m very much open to anything!!!