#i got a bit sappy in the end notes so stick around

[gallawitchxx]

M8TE — a modern a/b/o au

M8TE is the premiere app for unmated alphas and omegas. Just enter your location and the dates of your rut or heat cycle, and you’ll be instantly paired with up to 3 potential matches in your area. Who you choose is up to you! Just be sure to tick the appropriate boxes on your profile to signal if you’re looking for a mate or a one-time thing.

M8TE. What are you waiting for?

a part of day 2 of gallavich week 2022, hosted by @gallavichthings . based on a prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich with brilliant beta work by @thisdivorce ☎️🖤

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chapter nine: MATE

rating: e

word count: 5.8k / 54k total [COMPLETED]

chapter summary: ian & mickey make the ultimate decision regarding the future of their relationship.

additional tags: au-modern with a/b/o dynamics, omega mickey milkovich, alpha ian gallagher, online dating, angst with a happy ending, internalized omegaphobia, panic attacks with some thoughts of self-harm, gratuitous smut, come swallowing, knotting, mild blood, bipolar disorder

[ read HERE on ao3 ]

ps! if you're interested in learning more about the possibilities of omegaverse, my process writing M8TE & recommendations for other gallavich a/b/o stories, check out episode 2 of @mayo-in-the-morning, which graciously had me on as their first-ever guest. & of course, check out M8TE's official playlist, curated by the goblin king himself, @creepkinginc 🖤

[cuubism]

Hey, okay so I'm still very much ruined by your Dream with wings au and I love the overall theme with coming to terms with the loss of them and accepting it and being able to move on, but my brain is by angst like this immediately in the mode of I have to fix this, have to give him back what he lost in some way. 

And yeah, here is what I thought could happen.

So the universe ends, Death closes up. But with every end comes a new beginning and so on. So new universe, all Endless are still there + Hob. But because there aren't any humans yet or maybe there never will be, Hob becomes something else, Hope for example, and grows wings because Hope probably has some. Hob is very much conflicted over that because of obvious reasons but then the first beings of this new universe begin to dream and something changes in Dream. He adapts to the new universe and the new dreamers and one day his back is in absolute agony, his wings have started to grow back because the dreamers of this universe need him to have them. And of course he is rather conflicted about this because he did accept his loss and learned to live without them but also he is so elated to have them back. And Hob is there with him every step of the way and it makes it a lot easier and the first time they fly together is magnificent. And maybe Dreams wings are not completely the same as his old ones as he is not the same he was then but he can fly again and cradle his dreamers close not only in his arms but in the safety of his wings as well. 

And well this kinda got a bit sappy but hope you like it. Of course feel free to ignore this ramble if it doesn't fit with your idea of your fic it's just how my brain works. Loved your fic by the way if it wasn't obvious.

Oh this is sweet! Yeah I understand the impulse to want to make it better for him somehow. Dream could definitely regain his wings in a new universe with new dreamers.

I love that it's just Hob at the end. Just Hob and the fundamental concepts of the universe chillin in the void. NOTHING can stop Hob.

On that note--

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The first thing Dream knows of the new universe is grief.

He had not expected to know anything. Everything had gone when the universe he'd known had finally succumbed to its ultimate entropy, and if, when, a new one came to be, he had expected to reformed utterly. New dreamers. A new Dream.

The thought of not knowing had given him peace. One could not miss anything when one did not even know one had had it. And Dream, at the end, had had much to miss.

Strange, that. Terrible, that.

Why, then, is he sitting on the shores of creation, wet sand sticking to his clothes, the Dreaming stretching out around him? It's empty, flattened, nothing but black sand and dark sea infinitely in every direction--but it's still the Dreaming he knows. Why? And why is he sitting here?

In the next moment, why ceases to matter. He is sitting here, in the reformed, empty Dreaming of this empty universe. And Hob is not.

He curls his knees up to his chest, presses his forehead into them, wraps his arms around his head. He doesn't want this sun, this sand, this Dreaming. He doesn't want this universe that doesn't have Hob Gadling in it.

He blocks it all from his vision and sobs, there on the beach where he'd once spent so much time creating. There is no one to hear. None of his creations remain. There are hardly any dreamers. He digs his fingers into his hair, wishing he could simply rip himself right out of this universe. Some other Dream can tend it. He's had enough.

A light hand lands on his shoulder.

"Go away," Dream growls. It can only be one of his siblings, new-but-not, and he does not want to see them. Cannot, yet. "Tend your own misery."

"What misery?" says a familiar voice. Dream goes still. Someone sits down beside him. "Don't you want to explore a whole new universe?"

Dream throws his arms around him. Hob catches him, laughing, even as Dream presses his face into his neck, still sobbing. "I care not for this wretched universe."

"What kind of attitude is that to start out with?"

"Hob."

"Shh, it's alright." He pets Dream's hair as Dream persists in trying to crawl into him until they're irreparably tangled together.

"How?"

Hob kisses the top of his head. "You've really got to learn the power of just saying no to stuff."

Dream lets out a hysterical laugh against his neck. He just may have lost his sanity when the universe was scrambled. But he'll take this insane universe that has Hob in it over a sane one that does not. "Just saying no?"

"I didn't want to leave you, so I didn't. Simple," says Hob, and Dream wraps his arms around him tighter.

"Destiny will need to invent a new form of logic to accommodate you, Hob Gadling," he says, and Hob chuckles.

Finally, Dream lifts his head to look at him. Hob looks much the same as Dream last saw him, but a new power thrums around him, an aura that's obvious to Dream now that he is looking. "What... are you?"

Hob tugs on his ear in thought, and Dream smiles inwardly to see that that affectation still persists. "I think I, uh. Don't get mad."

"There is nothing that could possibly anger me now other than losing you again."

"Well. I think I... stole part of your power? Not on purpose, really. It's like you said. When you tell Destiny no, things get... weird."

Dream lays a hand on his cheek. Yes, he can feel it, the hum of his own essence, swiftly merging with Hob's. "You've stolen nothing. But part of my domain is within you, now. Under your care."

"What part's that?"

Dream finally manages a tiny smile, even through lingering tears, at the thought. "I believe it is hope."

Hob studies him, eyes wide, then huffs an incredulous laugh. "Sounds a bit messed up, doesn't it? Me taking hope from you?"

Dream leans his forehead against Hob's. "You give me hope. Every day. By being here. And as I said. You have taken nothing. The power is still a part of me. Hope and dreams are inextricable intertwined. But it is in your care, now."

"Right," breathes Hob in wonder, cradling the back of Dream's head. "That's. Wow."

"'Wow,'" Dream echoes, and Hob laughs, cuffing him lightly about the ear in admonishment for the mocking tone.

Dream's hand is still on Hob's cheek, and he reaches for the power that's in Hob now, touches it, lets it flow through him. It reaches for him in turn, lights up his own power that feels so new and fresh and alive, in this newborn universe. He closes his eyes at the warmth, cries finally quieting in his chest.

Hob sucks in a breath. "Dream..."

Dream comes back to himself with a start. "What? What is wrong?"

Hob is looking over his shoulder. "Nothing." He reaches over Dream's shoulder. Brushes his fingertips along the-- along the wing that is now arched there, folded carefully over his back.

He had not even noticed them appearing. They are not physical wings, to whatever extent Dream has ever been physical. They are pure energy, shimmering translucent in the sun when he folds one around himself to touch it. The ghostly feathers spark with power at his touch, and brighter still when Hob lays his hand over Dream's.

"You're beautiful," says Hob, as Dream keeps touching the feathers in wonder. Hob swipes his thumb under his eye, and it's only then that Dream realizes he's crying again. Silent, glittering tears.

"I do not... understand."

"New universe," Hob says. "New dreamers?"

Dream leans his head on Hob's shoulder. "New dreamer. Have you been imagining me with wings all this time?"

"Couldn't help it," says Hob. He strokes a hand along the phantom bone of the wing, and Dream shivers. "Knew you'd be glorious." He strokes the wing again, in awe. "You're beautiful."

Dream tucks his forehead further into Hob's throat, overcome. "What will I do with you, Hob Gadling?"

Hob pets his hair. "Well, right about now I could really do with a hot bath, I'm absolutely covered in sand. Don't suppose you can make that happen, Dream Lord?"

Dream laughs, wet and aching. "If you had not noticed, we are in the middle of an empty desert."

"So? Blank canvas."

"I suppose... I could create something for you." He thinks about it more, the pain of the empty, desolate Dreaming ceding to a different feeling. Hope. "I suppose... I could create anything."

Hob kisses the top of his head. "Exactly."

[sentientgolfball]

Okay I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I hope you enjoy this as well.

Phantoms first Valentine’s Day with reader.

(But like imagine Swiss giving him all sorts of pep talks and hyping him up for a good date with reader on valentines 🥰🥰)

Phantom makes me blush so hard, and I hope he makes you blush too 🥰🫶

I knew exactly what I was doing with this when I got it :3 since I don’t have any Valentine’s Day plans or any real reason to celebrate I have this for you all <3

Headcanons for how each of the ghouls plus Copia would spend V Day <3

Swiss is the most enthusiastic out of the boys. He is all about showing his love and affection to those he loves, he feels so accomplished when he can make them smile. He’s also a huge fucking romantic. He gets up extra early to prepare a breakfast in bed, being sure to send a sweet little message so you have something to wake up to. He begs Mountain to let him clip some flowers from the garden, even asking him to borrow one of his books so he can make a bouquet that really express his love. He’ll spend all day with you until it gets close to dinner. He slips away to cook you your favorite and steal some of the good wine from Terzo’s personal collection. He slinks back to your room when he’s finished intent on sweeping you away to a magical candle lit dinner. Unfortunately he doesn’t get that far because you give him your own gift you prepared when while he was away and he just absolutely fucking melts.

And of course, because it’s Swiss once he regains his composure he practically jumps on you. He kisses you with adoration and worship on his tongue. Dinner is completely forgotten about.

Phantom is excited because he thinks all the human holidays are fun. When he finds out there’s on specifically for saying I love you he’s even more excited. He loves his packmates! He’s so affectionate! He takes this as an excuse to run up to the others and give them little kisses. When he learns what a valentines is, he spends all day making sweet little notes to press into the hands of any Siblings he passes. He writes the ghouls and papa personalized letters though.

He gets his hands on little heart stickers too, sticking them on anyone who looks like they’re not having a good day. It instantly earns a smile when a purring ghoul with big purple eyes just walks up and silently presses a sticker to your forehead. He also goes absolutely fucking ham with all the extra sweets lying around. He slams down multiple boxes of chocolates.

Mountain doesn’t make a big grand show out of it. He has something planned of course, but it’s small and more personal. He’s going to wait till the end of the day, silently walking with you to the greenhouse. The inside is done up with soft fairy lights and the old stereo is playing some slow song. He holds you close, swaying with you to the rhythm. He sprouts some flowers around his horns just to show off a bit.

Once all the songs are done, he’ll sit with you on the workbench and exchange gifts. He’s over the moon getting anything from you, kissing you and thanking you for thinking of him. He gives you something handmade.

Dew is completely silent about it. If asked he’ll give the usual “cooperate bullshit made up holiday” but his actions speak louder. He is an acts of service ghoul. He makes absolutely sure all of the ghouls and papa are taken care of. If anyone goes to practice they’ll find their instruments cleaned/restringed/what have you. When Phantom hands him that sappy little letter he immediately sneaks into the bug’s room and cleans it for him, but he also leaves a small box of chocolates and a singular rose on his desk when he’s finished.

He does something like that for all the ghouls. He finds out what was giving them the most stress recently and just does it. He tries to deny anything, but when they all corner him later and press I love you’s into his skin with soft hands and lips he nearly cries.

Rain has a complete disdain for the holiday. He doesn’t like it because he finds it stupid there needs to be a whole holiday to show someone love and devotion. Rain is such a devoted lover though, so he gives in when everyone else does. He absolutely refuses to buy anything, taking the Mountain approach and hand making something. Rain will either draw or paint something for you. If this stupid holiday is all about showing your love then that’s what Rain will do. He ruminates on everything he feels and creates a piece completely dedicated to that.

He will feel just a bit insulted though if you do buy something for him. However, if he’s also given something handmade he can’t help the small little smile it brings. He’ll make you tell him about the process and why you made what you did.

Aether is very simple but very effective. He dresses up, wears an expensive cologne he never touches and takes you out. You go to a very fancy dinner before you two sneak off into the woods so he can let his glamour down. Though the big sap had it all planned out. Once you arrive in the clearing there’s a blanket and a projector. He holds you close to him while you watch a movie of your choosing, but you don’t get that far.

You stare at the sky and tells you about the stars before going on some tangent about how much he loves you, comparing you to the galaxies.

Aurora loves it mostly for the aesthetic. A day where everyone is pink and heart shaped sounds absolutely amazing to her. She decorates the whole den with fun little heart lights and banners and roses. She carries around a bag of those heart shaped suckers and gives them to people. She absolutely tries to get everyone to sit with her to watch shitty little romcoms.

She makes heart shaped cookies to share. If she stumbles across anyone who’s sad that day she’ll snatch them up so fast and take them to her room where she’ll make cute little crafts with them.

Cirrus is like Mountain where she’s waiting for the very end of the day to pull out all the stops. She wants no interruptions once she starts, you’re spending all night with her. She absolutely buys one of those giant ass teddy bears and balloons and chocolates. She smothers you with affection. She even got herself a new lacy little number in your favorite color. She genuinely doesn’t expect or really want anything in return, she likes doing the loving and the gift giving. Though she doesn’t say no to a few extra kisses.

She absolutely has Swiss snatch a bottle of wine for her when he’s down in the cellar rooting through Terzo’s stash.

Cumulus is all sweet about it. She makes a handmade card with the sappy little Valentine’s Day messages on them. She bakes a cake for you two to share while watching movies together. She wears one of her favorite lipsticks just to leave little kisses all over your face. Though, when you get her gift her demeanor quickly changes. You open the box and it’s a little photo album. Inside is a Polaroid collect of her either nude or in lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination.

She giggles at your reaction before slipping out of her dress to reveal the piece in the pictures. She makes sure her lipstick stains are everywhere.

Sunshine unfortunately completely forgets about the holiday and scrambles to last minute get something so she doesn’t make you feel unloved. Because of this, she ends up going super over the top. I’m talking like big ass bear, rose petals on the bed, balloons, candies literally anything and everything she can get her hands on.

It ends up leaving you wondering how long she’s had all that stuff and where she was hiding it. Sunny does not let you find out she stole Copia’s card and raided the grocery store that morning.

Copia is so very soft and traditional with his approach. He gives you little gifts throughout the day. He has a lovely candle lit dinner made for just the two of you to share in his office. His last gift is something he knows you’ve had your eye on for a while but could never justify getting for yourself. He is a lover through and through he is going to make that night as perfect as he can. After dinner he’ll throw some records on and dance with you, humming along to the tune.

He’ll tell you how much he loves you and exactly what you mean to him. If you pull out your own gift for him he’ll become a mushy little puddle on the floor.

[cat-downthestreet]

Hey ladies! People with uteruses, women, AFAB people, however you'd like to be called. It doesn't really matter for this post; all that matters is that you have a menstrual cycle, because that's what affects this particular thing.

Also, be prepared for extreme cringe. I swear I have a really good and positive point to make here, I just happen to be cheesy and sappy and it rubbed off on this post.

So, today I read a couple comments online and felt a little inspired to make a post that I would've liked to see when I was in my teens. Here's my little nugget of wisdom:

You know the little bump on your stomach? That part that always seems to be missing in photos of women's stomachs and drawings of female characters? It's not always missing, we're getting better about that as a society, but you know what I mean. The little bit of fat that sticks out and makes your stomach seem less flat than you think it should be. I call it the Chub.

A lot of teenage girls spend their time in front of a mirror wondering if this is normal. "Is my stomach too fat?" "Do I need to exercise more?" "Am I eating too much?"

And believe me, I know what that's like. In the ninth grade, while enduring extreme bullying, I spent many weeks skipping meals a bit more than usual because I didn't know my body was normal. I thought the little bit of fat I had there was from laziness and gluttony, and not something natural. And mind you, I was already underweight. My frame and body type always makes it seem like I'm malnourished even when 115-135 pounds is a natural weight for me and people in my family. But during that time, I was trying to get my weight down to 100. It didn't help with the other thoughts in my head, thoughts that were telling me the world was better off without me. So I kept going without food, trying to get my weight down.

In the end, I survived. I was okay. I started eating more and moved to a better place, where I met some great friends and got a fresh start at a new high school.

But teenage me didn't know that it was normal for a teenage girl to have a bit of fat on my stomach.

How many teenage girls are out there right now, wondering the same thing without knowing how natural and healthy it is to have that extra cushioning on their stomachs?

If there are any teenagers reading this post, please remember this:

The Chub is completely natural to have and is even a sign of health!

It has a special purpose too: protecting your vital organs, especially the reproductive system. It's meant to keep what's in there safe, regardless of whether or not you intend on using that system. And it's completely normal to have, in fact, most AFAB people develop it around puberty!

(Quick side note: natural doesn't necessarily mean universal. Trans men often lose the Chub during HRT, and trans women gain it. Also, not every AFAB or transfem person will gain it in the first place.)

So then there's probably a nagging question in your mind: what size is a normal size for the Chub?

It's a little complicated, but that's only because the size fluctuates so frequently throughout your life that the answer doesn't lie in a one-size-fits-all type of deal. Especially since the reasons for why these fluctuations happen are varied among individuals and rarely universal.

So, here's a quick and easy guide to All The Things That Affect Chub Size!

The Chub may seem larger than usual if you put on a little weight over, say, a long break (which happened to me a lot in high school), or if your cycle sometimes comes with a bit of bloating or weight gain. Sometimes the Chub will get bigger just because you had a nice meal one night, and by the next day, it'll be small again. Stress can also make the Chub larger, just like how stress affects your menstrual cycle.

Your cycle- and, by proxy, the Chub- can also change due to the season or time of day, or even whether you've moved to a new place, made changes to your diet, or started a new big thing in your life.

The point I'm making is, the Chub will change a lot throughout your life. It's not going to go away, and it's not something you can get rid of by exercising or starving yourself. In fact, trying to get rid of extra fat like that- the starving, I mean- is extremely unhealthy and will only cause more pain for you. Exercise is good in moderation and with care. As long as you're doing it safely and not because you want to lose weight you don't need to, that's fine. But that won't get rid of the Chub either, because you'll still have it- just in the form of abdominal muscles that become more prominent as you exercise.

(This is not to say that overweight- or worse, obese people should not exercise to lose weight. I'm just saying that unless a doctor says you need to exercise to lose weight, you shouldn't be trying to lose weight by exercising. You don't need to lose the weight in the first place. Getting into shape could help make you feel more confident, though, so if you're exercising for that reason, go right ahead! But again, moderation and care are important. Make sure your body isn't suffering while you do it.)

And remember: the Chub is normal. Having a little extra cushioning anywhere is normal. It only becomes a problem when it's a threat to your health. Trust your doctors first and foremost when it comes to healthy weight. They know what they're doing, and if you really do need to change something to lose weight or anything like that, THEY WILL TELL YOU. Otherwise, you are fine.

Conclusions:

You are beautiful if you have the Chub. You are beautiful if your Chub also includes stomach rolls. If you don't have a Chub, that's fine, too! It's also okay if your Chub is a little small, or a little big. And it's okay if your Chub isn't limited to your stomach.

A little bit of fat is healthy, no matter where it is. The golden rule is, as long as it doesn't affect your health or well-being, it is okay to be a little chubby in some places.

And finally:

You don't have to love your Chub, but you should always remember that it's important to your health.

Take care.

[abbyrd]

omg hello hello !

could i please request a fluffy, kinda awkward but very cute, first kiss with mr george <3

fem or gn reader i dont mind!! :))

Love Letter ~ George Harrison x Reader

Request: omg hello hello!

could i please request a fluffy, kinda awkward but very cute, first kiss with mr george <3

fem or gn reader i don’t mind!! :))

A/N: Hello hello! I’ve been meaning to post something for like- a month. However, I had lost inspiration and kind of got burnt out for a bit, but now I’ve returned better than ever. Here’s a fluffy, kinda awkward, very cute first kiss for you <3 literally enjoyed writing this sm. I’m tryna get to more requests folks just to lyk ^_^ ALSO I went with teddy boy George for this

Word Count: 1,054 words!

Warnings: 1 curse word

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You huffed, balling up the piece of paper you were writing on as you got frustrated with how difficult making the contents sound just how you wanted them. You tossed it towards the bin and luckily it landed on the first try.

It was your second-to-last class of the day, which meant that you had to get the letter done by the end of this class, or before your next class. The reason for that was because George sat right next to you in that class. And why was that a problem?

You were writing him a love letter. You intended for it to tell all of your feelings for the pointy-toothed, guitar-playing, adorable boy. It sounded lovely in your head, but on the paper it sounded rather sappy and cheesy.

You tore out another sheet of paper from your notebook, and laid it in front of you on your desk. The dark grey point of your pencil drifted to the start of the first line, and you caught your bottom lip between your teeth, staring down at the paper as you thought of how to phrase your confession.

Suddenly, the chime of the school bell echoed through the classroom, signaling that class was over and it was time for the next. You panicked, quickly jotting down something and then stuffing it between the pages of your notebook.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, holding your notebook tightly to your chest as you walked to your next class. It wasn’t very far, so you made it there before the majority of the class. You took your seat and watched the door for a certain someone.

“George!” You exclaimed with a smile as he entered the classroom. He looked at you, eagerly coming over to sit beside you with a grin spread across his heavenly sculpted face.

“Hiya love. How’s ya day been?” He asked, resting his head against his palm, elbow propped up against the desk as he gazed over at you.

“My day has been quite well, thanks for asking. What about yours?” You replied, mirroring his actions almost subconsciously.

“About the same. I’m so ready to just go home and get done with the day.” He sighed, glancing up at the teacher. You nodded in response, your gaze falling upon the teacher once she began to talk.

Class went on as normal, boring, you can George glancing at each other occasionally. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief that the school day was over. You stood up, putting everything in your bag when something caught your eye.

A piece of paper sticking out of your notebook. You swallowed anxiously, and quickly pulled it out and sat it on George’s desk while he was putting away his stuff.

“Bye, George.” You muttered as you zipped up your bag and exited the classroom, almost hurriedly.

Meanwhile, George had just zipped up his bag, and he saw the note on the desk. He raised an eyebrow as he carefully picked it up and unfolded it.

“hey George,

meet me at the pond in the park!”

At the bottom were two letters, and he recognized them as your initials though they were so scribbled that they were almost incoherent. He folded it back up and put it in his pocket, and then left.

You were waiting at the pond for a while, watching the orange and white fish swim around, occasionally dipping your fingers into the cold water. You wondered if he was even coming, though you knew it was uncharacteristic of him to not show up.

When you heard the distant crunching of the dry brown leaves that had been scattered about the park ground since the middle of October, you knew that George was there. You turned your head to the sound, and there he was.

He slowed once he got to you and sat on the ground in front of you, looking at the beautiful pond.

“Hey George.” You said, trying to play cool, though your heart was racing in your chest. For a second you pondered your decision, but his lovely voice picked up your attention.

“Ello again. The pond is always so beautiful, ‘specially ‘round this time of year, don’t cha think?” He ran his fingers through the water, retracting them when one of the fish began to slowly approach, taking interest in them.

You hummed in affirmation and giggled a bit at the fish. You picked up a pebble, and shook it between your two hands before releasing it like a dice.

The silence was thick, and slightly awkward.

“So-“

“Who-“

You both spoke at the same time.

“You talk first-“

“You go ahead-“

Again, you both spoke in unison, which lead to more silence, afraid that if you spoke again that you’d interrupt the other. Eventually, the silence grew more uncomfortable, so you decided to break it.

“I like you, George.” You blurted out, looking anywhere but him.

“Well, I like you too.” He replied, a smile on his face. You glanced at him and realized that he didn’t catch on.

“I like you more than friends.” You explained, running your hands through the grass. More silence.

You felt a hand gently grab your face, pulling it up. You made eye contact with him mere seconds before he unexpectedly pressed his lips against yours. Stupidly, you froze. After a few seconds he pulled away, frantically scooting back, further away from you.

“Oh god, you were kidding, weren’t you? Oh fuck, I never catch onto jokes like that, ‘m so sorry.” He apologized, avoiding any and all eye contact.

You were sure your face was bright red at this point. The corners of your mouth curved up into a smile.

“I meant it, George.” You mumbled, almost too quiet for him to hear. He looked at you, his wide eyes scanning your facial expression to try to tell if you were actually kidding or not. Gradually, his eyes held less and less of the sheer panic he’d just been in.

You crawled closer to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

“‘M very glad you feel the same ‘bout me.” You whispered against his lips before returning the previous kiss.

If his heart wasn’t pounding before then, it sure was pounding now.

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[shipperqueen93]

Twice Upon a Dream Pt 1

I told you it wouldn’t take 6 years for the next part to be posted. A bit of a change from the previous fics but this is just a lead up for the main event. I promise that the next chapter will have what you are looking for. In the mean time enjoy this 

Once again I have to thank @ishtarelisheba for beta’ing this for me and helping me with my comma allergy.

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Ruby Lucas was tired. All she wanted to do was go home, take a long, hot bath, drink a very large glass of wine, and watch some sappy Hallmark movie. She had spent all day either in the library studying or in class. She had to deal with Dr Hyde’s nonsense first thing in the morning. The man’s whims could change on a dime. One minute he would be lecturing and next he would go off on some tangent and rave about nonsense, and he’d assign ridiculous work to anyone who tried to get him back on topic. 

Today she had been the idiot who pointed out he was off topic and he assigned her some stupid paper in response. Nine times out of ten, when he gave these assignments, he’d blow them off in the next class. With her luck, though, if she didn’t turn in the paper, it’d be the one time he’d actually expect it. So she had spent the afternoon in the library working on the stupid paper, kicking herself for being such an idiot. By the time she had finished it, she had to sprint to make it to her calculus II class, barely getting inside before Professor Bleu shut the door. 

Professor Faye Bleu was another level of annoying. She had a holier than thou attitude and a stick so far up her ass Ruby was surprised she wasn’t coughing up toothpicks. She was very much  “my way is the only right way” and was known to dock points if you got the answer in a way that was different from her preferred method. She seemed to love the sound of her own voice and would drone on and on, somehow managing to sound sanctimonious even when lecturing about derivatives. 

If it hadn’t been for Emma jabbing her in the side every so often, she would have been on the receiving end of a Faye Bleu rant for sleeping in class. She was going to have to borrow Emma’s notes, because she barely tracked anything that was said during class. She was exhausted not only from her research, but from working a double shift the night before at the diner. Ashley had called out due to her daughter being sick, so Ruby had picked up the extra hours. She had to call off on a date with Billy so she could take the shift, but she needed the money. 

When Professor Bleu finally ended class - a good twenty minutes late - Ruby all but ran from the class. Her mind was so focused on getting home, she didn’t notice Mulan until she ran into her. Thankfully, Mulan’s reflexes were better than her own, and her friend managed to keep them both from falling over. 

“You okay, Rubes?” Mulan asked as she pulled Ruby out of the way of the rest of class. 

Ruby leant against the wall, letting her head fall back. “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired. What’s up? What are you doing in the math hellzone?” 

Mulan was an archeology major. The major didn’t require many math credits and Mulan had already taken hers. She spent most of her time in the different history or science courses. 

Mulan waved at someone behind Ruby, and a moment later, Aurora was by her side. “Professor Drago needs to see you. Since I was swinging by to pick up Aurora, I said I’d send you her way.” 

Ruby frowned. “What does Dragon Lady want with me?” 

Ruby hadn’t taken a class taught by Professor Drago since her freshman year. She had played the intermediary between Belle and Drago a few times when Belle had been sick, but even then, it was just picking up books or some other source material. Belle had been back now for a month, so Ruby had no idea what Drago would want with her.

Mulan shrugged and wrapped her arm around Aurora’s shoulders. “No idea. She just asked me to tell you to stop by.”

Ruby groaned. Drago’s office was on the other side of campus and in the opposite direction of her and Belle’s apartment. “Ugh, kill me.” 

“Nah. Where's the fun in that?” Mulan smirked and gave her a little wave. “Good luck with Dragon Lady.” 

“Maybe don’t call her that when you see her,” Aurora added.

Glaring at the two of them, Ruby considered the consequences of just going straight home and enacting her plans of wine and vegging out. Professor Drago, however, wasn’t known to take kindly to being blown off. 

“You guys suck,” Ruby grumbled. Pushing off the wall, she left the couple behind and began her trek across campus. 

It took her twenty minutes to get to Drago’s office. She had to detour to avoid Greg Aston. Last thing she wanted was to have to fend off his creep advances. She passed Gold’s office on the way and wasn’t surprised to find it closed, though she could hear him rustling around. She supposed if she had to be here she was glad she was meeting with Drago instead of Gold. Belle was the only one who could deal with him. The few times she had to interface with him when Belle was sick were more than enough. He was an ass. A well dressed ass, but an ass, nonetheless. She didn’t know how Belle managed to fall for him, but then again, love couldn’t be rationalized. 

Getting closer, Ruby saw that Drago’s office door was shut and the lights were off. Ruby swore if this was Mulan’s idea of a joke, she was going to steal her Wushu uniform and dye it pink. She knocked on the door, half hoping for an answer, half hoping for there not to be. 

“Come in!” Drago’s voice called out. 

Cursing her luck, Ruby pushed open the door, blinking until her eyes adjusted to the dark. 

Drago was sitting at her desk, her feet kicked up on top of it, resting on paperwork. She looked up when Ruby came in and waved her over. “Ah, yes, Miss Lucas. Miss Wen must have sent you over. Please come in, go ahead and turn on the light.”

Ruby turned on the light and took in the office, now that she could see it better. The office was decorated tastefully in tones of black with the occasional pop of purple. There were a few crystal knick-knacks that, when the light caught them, sent rainbows across the space. The desk was relatively organized with papers in neat piles and books stacked in the corner. There was a comfortable looking purple chair in front of the desk that Ruby chose to utilize. A small crystal unicorn sat on the desk next to the blotter, surprising Ruby. She hadn’t pictured Drago as the unicorn type. 

Mal tracked Ruby’s gaze and must have recognized the confusion. She swung her feet off the desk and nodded to the figurine, “It was a gift from my wife, Ingrid. Not my shot of whiskey, but it’s cute.” 

Ruby hadn’t realized Drago was married, but now that she thought about it, she did see her at the Any Given Sundae quite often. Regardless, she still didn’t understand what she was doing here. 

“Professor Drago, Mulan said you needed…” Ruby was interrupted as the door burst open and Professor Gold came in. 

“Mallory, you need to do the damned safety training. Regina is breathing down my neck and I don’t have time to deal with her bullsh-” Gold cut himself off suddenly, seemingly when he realized Ruby was there. 

“Cameron, dear, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Can you come back later?” Drago barely paid him a glance. 

Gold looked between Ruby and Drago, and he frowned. “Miss Lucas, considering a change in majors?”

Ruby glanced over at Drago, who just looked bored, before answering. “No?”

Gold raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you auditing a class?”

Ruby looked over at Drago -who was examining her nails- again, then back to Gold. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Ah. Well, in that case, as Professor Drago’s office hours ended an hour ago and she has other business to attend, I suggest you run along and gossip with someone else.” He stepped aside and held the door open for her, completely dismissing her. 

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he could run along and shove that cane where the sun didn’t shine. 

Thankfully, Drago spoke up before Ruby could get herself into trouble. “Miss Lucas is here waiting for Miss French, who is running late due to a meeting with Kathryn. After I’m done with Miss French, I’ll go do the bloody training. So unless you need to speak with Miss French, too, please run along”

Ruby was working to get a degree in forensic science, so she was pretty good at spotting small details, and working at the diner, she had learnt to read people. So when she saw the way Gold’s features tightened at the mention of Belle’s name, she took note. She wasn’t sure what had gone down between Belle and Gold, but it was obvious things were not business as usual. Before Belle’s case of mono, she and Gold had basically been joined at the hip, but now they seemed to be avoiding each other. Belle had refused to say what happened, claiming that they were both busy and she had to focus on her studies, but Ruby didn’t believe it for a second. 

Gold must have felt her scrutinizing him, because he glanced over to her, and in that moment, anything she had previously seen from him disappeared back under the mask of Professor Gold. “Very well. But if Regina comes banging on my door again? I’m telling Jones where your ice cream stash is.” 

Ruby didn’t think it was that big of a threat, but by the way Mal glared at Gold, apparently it had the effect he intended. 

“Go to hell, Gold,” Drago said, throwing a pencil his way. 

Gold simply stepped out of the way as he made his way back out of the office, his reply said over his shoulder. “I’ll save you a seat on the ride down.”

Drago cursed at Gold’s back, using a few choice phrases that Ruby made note of for future reference, but when she seemingly got that out of her system, she just went back to examining her nails. Ruby tried to remember if Belle mentioned meeting up after class, but she couldn’t recall anything. 

Finally, after several minutes of awkward silence, she spoke up. “Professor Drago, is there a reason you asked me to come by?”

Drago at last looked up from her manicure and examined Ruby for a moment before speaking. “Cameron Gold is an asshole.”

There was a moment where Ruby just stared at Drago, processing what she had said, before a laugh burst out. “Yeah, and water is wet. That’s not exactly news, or reason for why you called me here.” 

Drago rolled her eyes, but finally sat up at the desk and looked at Ruby, all traces of previous humor gone. “Miss Lucas, you took Western Civilization with Gold as part of your essential studies and, given your proximity with Miss French, I think you know that there is a scale of assholishiness when it comes to Gold. There is your normal, regular day-to-day asshole, which I can admire and respect. And then there is how he has been lately…” 

She trailed off and looked at Ruby expectantly, but Ruby was still wondering what this had to do with her. 

“Professor Drago, I’m not su-” Ruby started but was quickly cut off again.

“You’re roommates with Miss French, are you not?” Drago asked, steamrolling over what Ruby had been saying. Before Ruby could even respond, Drago was already moving on. “I haven’t seen Miss French around much lately. It used to be that she was always around. She and Gold used to be peas in a pod. I couldn’t tell you how many times I walked into Gold’s office and found Miss French reading in the corner or working at his desk.” 

Ruby didn’t doubt Drago’s claim. Belle had spent more time with Gold than she had at home. Ruby knew part of that had to do with the fact that Belle had developed feelings for Gold, but she also spent time there studying and working on her thesis. But like Drago stated, ever since Belle had come back from her stint with mono, the two had been avoiding each other. When she had asked Belle what had happened, her friend had turned red and claimed that they were just busy. 

Drago observed her over her steepled fingers. “Surely you���ve noticed a difference in Miss French, as well? Strange that such a change would occur at the same time as Gold’s own personality change…”

Ruby couldn’t help the quirk of her lips and inclined her head in recognition of Drago’s point. “It is quite a coincidence.” 

Drago settled back into her seat, and when she spoke, it was with a hint of nostalgia.  “Let me tell you a story, Miss Lucas. Back when I was in school, there were these two other students who just hated each other. I’m talking they were constantly at each other’s throats and they made life miserable for each other, and for everyone around them, too. But despite that, everyone could feel the chemistry between them. Everyone but themselves. They were absolutely blind to the tension that sparked every time they were in the room. After a year of dealing with this, one of the other students got fed up with their snarking and locked the two of them in a closet. When they were let out a few hours later, the dynamic had…shifted.” 

Even though Ruby knew the answer, she couldn’t resist asking. “They talked it out?” The look Drago shot her cleared any lingering doubt. She was starting to see why Drago had called her here. “So let me make sure I understand this right. You are suggesting I should lock Belle and Gold in a closet and hope they kiss and make up?”

Drago gave a gasp of faux shock. “I would never suggest you lock an esteemed professor and his student in a closet, especially for such crude reasons.” Drago paused just long enough for Ruby to think maybe she misunderstood before continuing. “I simply wished to share a story with you, Miss Lucas. What you decided to do with that information? That is completely up to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some safety trainings to review.” 

The dismissal was clear, and despite her protest, Ruby understood what Drago was doing. It was one thing for Drago to tell a story and let Ruby interpret it how she wanted. It was another to endorse and support a plan to essentially hook up a professor and student. Still, it was clear what Drago’s long term goal was here, and Ruby was willing to put herself on the line for it. There was a lot to plan out, but suddenly, Ruby was no longer tired, her earlier exhaustion bleeding away. It seemed a trip to visit Emma was in order. Iif anyone knew anything about secret forbidden relationships, it was her. 

Ruby was halfway out the door when she paused and looked back at Drago. “Professor?” she spoke up. 

Drago glanced up from her laptop and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Miss Lucas?”

“The couple in your story. What happened with them in the end?”

Drago smiled and fingered the crystal unicorn on her desk. “My wife and I have been married going on ten years now. Have a good night, Miss Lucas.”

[deadrlngers]

💐 🌱 🌪️ for ves and 💌 🌈 🌠 for nix? :3

aughhh my two most precious baybays,,thank you so much dee <33

oc asks

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

viola - for the color mainly, the name means purple too in italian and she’s my purble baby so yea <3 bluestar - they symbolize determination, endurance, and strength. these are all qualities she has and that i admire! chrysanthemum - white ones are a symbol for grief, my wish for her to understand that instead of hiding grief and pain she should let herself experience those feelings more freely. she doesn’t need to be strong all the time dahlia - i just think she would really like those flowers <3

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

a lil depressing but it’s her parents fighting. she can replay some of the shouting and insults in her mind if she thinks about them, her dad crashed on the couch nearly black out drunk and beaten up and her mom shouting and shouting at him. she can remember her father’s tears too 

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

i must say many of my initial thoughts on vesper sticked. appearance wise, she had gold vamp teeth lmao but when i had the chance to make this in game i just,,didn’t click anymore. i think her personality nearly stayed the same, i made her less “grumpy” in the end maybe, she was supposed to be a lot more unfriendly which is somthing that still sticks..sometimes. she’s that kind of hard shell-soft inside type of person. also biggest change is that she wasn’t supposed to be back with fenix hskdjfhskj but that literally got out of control and they naturally attracted each other back into one place, i was powerless <3

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

he doesn’t strike me as the love letter kind of type, i guess if he would receive one he would laugh about it a bit but end up being very touched though. he would write little notes and leave them around the house probably, nothing outright sweet and lovely because he would cringe while writing them, he would go for something more cheeky and funny. something like “don’t miss me too much while i’m gone, i’ll be back very soon and (joke about either sex or...yea any kind of physical touch tbh or somthing dumb as usual)”. he prefers to be romantic when in front of vesper, a sappy note would be written proof he’s a softy, that would break his image skdjfk

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

live, laugh, kill ur brother. okay no, but probably if he could go back in time he would do something more about him, or maybe something less so he wouldn’t end up having to kill his parents with tancred and losing his fingers for said bastard. also he would probably tell his younger self to be less of a piece of shit because that will end up getting worse and worse with time and he could’ve avoided maaaany tricky situations if he wasn’t such an asshole sometimes (i love him)

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

he would turn back time and never hurt and leave vesper like he did. he’s a bit tormented by the thought of all the time he lost with her and the pain he caused to her and himself for stupid fears (u can’t control them king,,it’s okay. but i’m also punching him). he doesn’t like the idea of have made suffer someone so dear to him. also, he’s not admiting this at all but maybe he would wish for a normal family, like...how would it feel to have a family that loves you and so on so forth. maybe he would wish to have ephraim back, be part of his life again, have more time with him, never leave him as he did...it all comes back to time and leaving huh..inchresting mr fenix, tell me more

[wolf-na]

Amazing — Carlos Sainz Jr. (part 1)

PART TWO

summary : in which carlos always gets shy around you and it kills you on the inside.

author’s note : a little bit of love for our favorite spaniard because it’s difficult to find some stories about him. be ready for some fluff (+ charles and pierre acting like brothers) pleaaaase comment or message me if you want to be tagged in part two!!! hope you guys will enjoy!!

Did you become an instant VIP into any Formula One event because of your friendship with Charles and Pierre? Yes. Did you show up to every event? Absolutely not.

You had grown up in Monaco and had connected with Charles when you were just a child, bumping into him on your way back to class after a girl had pulled your hair and locked you in the toilets for no reason —other than your visible shyness. You were running and trying to cover your puffy eyes when your body had collided with Charles’, causing you both to fall flat on your backs.

You had mumbled a quick apology but he was quick to offer you his hand to help you get up and your tears didn’t go unnoticed as he walked you back to your class, making sure that your teacher would address the issue eventually. You were both eight at the time and that was when you became inseparable.

Pierre came into the picture a few years later —through the karting competitions that you always attended at the time, very adamant on showing your support to the only person who had been kind enough to stick by your side even though you went through hell at school and that being associated with you could have caused Charles to end up being bullied as well. And, much to your surprise, Pierre became your best friend as well.

So, when they both got into Formula One, your name started to become familiar and you would usually end up in some pictures taken by journalists whenever you came on the paddock for races. Obviously, you couldn’t make it to every race, even though you wish you could, but you always made sure to come to the ones taking place in Europe, knowing all too well that both Charles and Pierre would send you moody and sappy texts if your job ever got in the way of a race weekend.

"You really could’ve stayed home for that one," Charles sighed as he put on his cap.

You nudged him playfully, "What’re you talking about? Okay, okay, you didn’t race but that one was epic!"

Charles laughed at your visible enthusiasm and followed you, alongside the rest of the crew, to watch the podium celebration. He couldn’t help but think that no matter where he finished in a race, he knew you would never be disappointed in him and it soothed him to know that you would always be by his side.

You spotted Pierre a little further in the crowd and you were quick to grab Charles’ wrist and drag him with you until you tackled Pierre in a hug, "You were freaking brilliant today! I swear my heart was beating like crazy in my chest cause Lewis was on to get you but, like, you were like no, I’m keeping my spot."

Pierre chuckled and the two drivers started talking but you found yourself focusing on the driver walking on stage. Carlos Sainz. He had earned the second place in this Monaco Grand Prix and here you were, looking at him, almost trying to analyze him from afar.

You remember thinking —back in the days were neither Charles or Pierre were yet in F1, how handsome he looked, how talented he was and how he seemed to be such a fun person to be around. You could still feel the tingling of your stomach twisting at the thought of, maybe, hanging out with him and getting to know him personally.

But, when you started hanging out with many of the drivers through your connection with Charles and Pierre, your enthusiasm fell short as Carlos was everything but friendly in your presence. You never recalled him looking at you straight in the eyes once, he would simply be polite enough to say hello but it was like he was trying to stay away from you as much as humanly possible.

"Close your mouth, (Y/N)," Pierre chuckled knowingly, "Or everybody’ll know you got a thing for a certain Ferrari driver."

You gulped, slapping Pierre across the shoulder, as you looked at your feet in the hope of hiding your burning cheeks but Charles loud giggles caused you to grunt in embarrassment.

"And we all know it ain’t me," Charles pointed out as he poked your cheek playfully.

You slapped his hand away and focused your attention back onto the podium only to find Carlos spotting you through the crowd and letting his eyes on you for a few seconds. Your breath hitched in your throat and you decided to let your eyes wander to the other two drivers on the podium, trying to ignore your increasing heartbeat.

A couple hours later, you were walking inside the restaurant that the drivers had booked for the evening. You were with Charlotte and Katerina and you smiled at the childish energy emanating from the room, noticing how the drivers were trying to be in many conversations at a time, their laughters echoing all around. You fist bumped Charles and Pierre and proceeded to whistle in Lando’s direction, tackling him in a hug before messing with his hair, “Dude! Podium finish, ah! You freaking killed it today!”

He gave you a bright smile, “Thanks (Y/N)! Not gonna lie, I really wanted to steal second place from Carlos but that bitch didn’t even let me come near him.”

You heard someone chortling behind you and you found yourself facing Carlos, who had obviously heard your exchange, “You were too slow for me, kid.”

“I have to side with Carlos on this one,” you replied, sharing a look with the Ferrari driver.

Lando exaggeratedly gasped, putting a hand on his chest, “And I thought you were my friend.”

You shook your head and made eye contact with Carlos once more, “Hm... your driving was... pretty amazing today.”

Carlos fluttered his eyelashes, scratching his throat, as he looked all around you, obviously avoiding your gaze, “Thank you... yeah, it was... it was nice.”

And then it turned into silence. You thought he might try to keep the conversation going since you had complimented his driving —and that you knew most men loved a good ego boost, but this didn’t even seem to work on the Ferrari driver. You could tell he felt uncomfortable in your presence and even though you would kill to know what you might have done in the first place to disturb him to such an extent, you knew better than to stay near him and ruin his evening. 

So you walked away, but not before letting out a frustrated laugh and shooting your eyes wide open for a split second at Carlos’ behavior around you. You didn’t think anyone would have caught your clear disappointment but Charles, Pierre and Lando exchanged a playful glance at the awkward interaction.

You made your way to the bar and ordered a beer, now definitely certain that trying to talk to the guy was utterly useless. He had repeatedly made it clear that he didn’t really appreciate your presence around him so you acknowledged the pain crushing your heart and soul but you didn’t let yourself dive into the feeling for too long, instead grabbing your drink and walking back to the table only to find out the only seat left was next to Carlos.

Your stomach did a flip and you shot a desperate look at Charles and Pierre, only to notice mischief in their eyes. You knew now that they had set you up for this and that they would never help you out of this situation.

You looked down at Carlos, who was already sat down, “Hm... I-I can ask to, like, switch seats with someone...”

“Oh, uh, no... no, it’s okay,” Carlos replied awkwardly, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

You gave him a small smile and finally sat down only to be interrupted mid thought by Daniel, “He just doesn’t know how to talk to pretty girls.”

Some restrained snickers could be heard all around the table and Carlos choked on his drink, wondering if it was what it felt like to have a seizure, as his entire face turned crimson in the blink of an eye.

You noticed Carlos’ frozen figure next to you and brushed off the tingling feeling in your stomach, taking a large sip from your beer, “Yeah, right, whatever you say Ricky bobby.”

And with that, everybody laughed and moved back to their former conversations as Carlos finally engaged in a few words to you, “Well... that was awkward...”

“Says the guy who almost runs in the opposite direction when he notices me,” you scoffed with a smile.

Carlos blinked a few times, not sure what to reply to that. He blurted the first thing that came to his mind, “I mean... Daniel did make a point... earlier.”

Your face fell and you stopped breathing for a split second, wondering if you had heard him right and you let out a chuckle, seeing the panic settling in his eyes.

"It can stay our secret, if you want," you said with a smile.

Carlos looked at you as if you were coming from a different planet. Not just because of what you had just said. But because you had said it in perfect Spanish. He stared with a shocked expression on his face, wondering how he didn’t know this about you. It was no secret that a few guys on the paddock knew about his crush on you —causing him to act all shy around you, and Charles had quickly found out, especially since Carlos would sometimes blurt out the most random questions about you and that they were both teammates, leading to a lot of teasing coming from Charles.

You could tell the whole Spanish thing definitely caught his attention and you decided to keep going, "You’re okay?"

"You… speak Spanish?"

You sipped on your beer, not even noticing Charles, Pierre and Lando not-so-subtly spying on the opposite end of the table, "Fluently. My mom’s from Madrid."

"Wait, what, really?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah! I have a lot of family there and I go whenever I can."

"What, I… I feel really stupid right now,"Carlos said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

You brushed it off, "You couldn’t know… I mean, my last name does sound Spanish but I’m sure you actually don’t know it since you, like, don’t follow me on Instagram and that we never talked until… well, now."

Carlos felt exposed but he didn’t break eye contact, "I… Well, that doesn’t make me feel any better…"

His visible awkwardness made you laugh, making him laugh as well, "I’m just teasing you, really."

The waitress interrupted the whole moment to note down every order but Carlos was hooked. Once the waitress left, he became even more talkative, probably feeling a lot closer to you now that he knew you had Spanish roots and that you seemed to love that part of your heritage.

On the other side of the table, Daniel was leaning towards the trio who had hoped that forcing them to sit next to one another would finally make them talk, "Are they flirting in Spanish?"

The three men shrugged but Lando was quick to look at them proudly, "Mission accomplished."

And it flowed so naturally that you even wondered if you weren’t dreaming this entire moment. You couldn’t ignore the way your heart would race in your chest whenever you realized how Carlos paid attention to your every word, as if you were the most interesting person he had ever met, you couldn’t contain your laughter whenever Carlos would blurt out a joke and it felt like nobody else was there around you both.

"I can’t believe all I needed to do was talk to you in Spanish," you pointed out with a grin on your face.

Carlos covered his face with both hands, glancing at you through his parted fingers to see you chuckling at his childish behavior, "How long are you gonna tease me with this?"

You raised your eyebrows and smirked, "I just started."

At the end of the dinner, many of the drivers started leaving and you jumped up when you turned around and saw Carlos a few feet away from you, most certainly trying to tell you something. Your heart melted at his awkwardness.

"Uh… Are you… going to be at the next race?"

You grimaced, "No… I’ll be in Italy for work… But I’ll watch the race!"

Carlos nodded with a small smile but you were quick to notice a hint of disappointment in his eyes and your heart skipped a beat. You looked down at your feet, scratching your throat, "Hm, but… I’ll be in Madrid after that… I’m actually on summer break at the same time as you guys so… If you’re ever around that first week we can, like, I don’t know… hang out or something."

Carlos had to blink a few times, wondering if you had just implicitly asked him out on a date, "I… Yeah, I’m in Madrid the first week of summer break. Yeah, yeah, that’d be great!"

You released a long breath you had been holding and gave him a genuine smile, "Awesome! Well, that was cool finally getting to talk to you… you know, in Spanish and everything."

"Oh my god!"

You laughed, "I’m joking, I’m joking! Okay, hm, I’ll see you later?"

"Yeah, tonight was great," Carlos replied as he watched you walking towards you two best friends, "Uh, (Y/N) wait!"

You swiftly turned around, a quizzical look on your face, "What?"

"I don’t have your number…"

You let out a soft chuckle, "Just follow me on Insta."

And you joined Charles and Pierre with the widest grin on your lips but your excitement soon fell because they were looking at you mischievously, wiggling their eyebrows, "Just follow me on Insta," Pierre repeated in a high pitched voice and you immediately slapped him across the chest, making them both laugh loudly.

"That’s not what I sound like," you complained, walking past them before spinning on your heels with worry on your face, "Please, tell me that’s not what I sound like."

Charles and Pierre glanced at one another before exploding in a loud fit of giggles, "Of course not, oh god no!"

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and the notification made your stomach twist : « carlossainz55 started following you. »

What you didn’t notice though, were Charles and Pierre’s heads lurking above your shoulders to see what it was and their loud shrieks made you look up. Pierre and Charles were jumping up, "Oh my god, oh my god, it’s happening."

"Yo, I swear, if he hurts her," Pierre said as he used his own thumb to imitate a knife slitting his throat, "That guy’s dead."

Charles vividly nodded and they shook hands as if they were signing a pact and you shook your head desperately, "Guys that’s enough! Nothing’s happened!"

Charles wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk, "Yet."

[2jaeh]

5 things to do with you | renjun

your bookworm boyfriend renjun wants to recreate his favourite fictional romance.

genre: tooth rotting fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, brief mention of death

word count: 1.6k

author lin

"Did you really make a whole list?" You giggled as Renjun's brows scrunched together into a frown, his eyes scanning over his notes app.

"I don't want to miss anything," Renjun insisted in his soft, calming voice that made you smile, "everything has to go according to the book."

Five Things To Do With You by Xiao Dejun. That was the book to which your little literature major boyfriend was referring. It was the latest sappy romance novel he was obsessed with. He had convinced you to read it and basically each chapter was a different scenario that described what the protagonist wanted to experience with his lover, then at the end you find out that his lover actually died and they never got to live out everything he wanted. Sad, yes. Depressing, actually. But Renjun had insisted that you reminded him of the lover of the book - "minus the death part" he felt the need to emphasise - and he had the bright idea of recreating all the scenarios from the book with you.

You were, at first, very confused by his request, but then again you always found the way Renjun got so absorbed by fiction extremely charming. He was embarrassed by his love for " cringe fictional romance, but he could always feel comfortable to share that side with you. He had dragged you out of your apartment at 9am and now you were standing in the park down the road, grinning at the boy and watching him pull up his extremely detailed notes on the agenda for today.

1. I want to take you on a morning stroll

"Shall we?" Renjun gave you an adorable smile, holding his hand out to you.

You took his hand, interlacing your fingers, and began walking through the park. It was fairly quiet at this time, except for the birds happily chirping and a few children yelling at the playground some distance away. The grass was a lush green, there was a light, gentle breeze and flowers were blooming at a few spots since Spring was around the corner.

"This is nice." You sighed out a breath of fresh air and Renjun laughed lightly.

"Aren't you glad I begged you to come out today?" He smirked playfully before twirling you around.

"Do you think we're in some romcom right now?" You laughed, still feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden twirl as you held onto his arm for support.

"Just for today, let's pretend that we are." Renjun pouted adorably and you could only nod before planting a sweet peck on his lips.

"Anything and everything?" You pondered, your eyes absentmindedly looking at the menu in front of you.

2. I want us to eat anything and everything

"Well if we order everything our wallets will grow legs and kick my ass," Renjun joked, "we should just stick to some ridiculous desserts and not care about any consequences."

"You had me right at ridiculous," You chuckled, before pointing at the menu, "I'll have that gigantic oreo sundae, thank you."

Renjun stuck to his suggestion and also ordered a ridiculously sized chocolate cake sundae. You dug into your desserts, sneakily shoving your spoons into each other's glasses when the other wasn't paying attention. Once all your ice cream had disappeared, you sighed in contentment, slumping back in your seat and patting your abdomen in satisfaction. You turned your head forward and caught Renjun staring right at you, a dreamy smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You frowned.

"I'll tell you later," Renjun grinned before pushing his chair back, standing up, "for now I'll just say you're cute."

"You're cute too… I guess." You teased, laughing when Renjun gave you an offended look.

"You guess!?" He whined, pouting and turning his head when you came over to hold his arm.

"I was just joking," you sighed deeply, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, "now let's go you baby."

3. I want to try something that's scary for both of us

"Are you really scared of roller skating?" You gave Renjun an amused expression as he got ready to fight his case.

"Listen, the last time I was in a pair of roller skates I fell face first and Yangyang had to carry me off the rink." Renjun complained and you just nodded, finding his insistence adorable.

"It's okay, this time I'll be here to hold your hand." You teased him.

You both laced up your roller skates and got onto the smooth, wooden rink. As expected, Renjun was scrambling all over the place but at least he avoided falling over by securely locking his arm through yours. Fortunately the rink was only occupied by the guy at the front desk and a cleaner, so he wouldn't have to be too humiliated should he fall face first again. Once Renjun was more stable, you took hold of both his hands and guided him to the middle of the rink. He was still a bit shaky, but the grin on his face reassured you that he was enjoying himself.

You slowly let go of his hands and he frantically held his arms out for you to hold him again. You laughed lightly at his adorable reaction before skating closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He immediately placed his arms over your shoulders and visibly got more comfortable. 

"Sorry, I thought you weren't scared about falling now." You cooed as you held him close and maneuvered your bodies towards the railings.

"I'm not worried about falling," Renjun spoke with laughter in his voice, "I just wanted you to keep holding me."

4. I want to kiss you under the afternoon sunshine

"My apartment is closer, why couldn't we just go there." You grumbled, your legs already exhausted from walking for the past 15 minutes.

"Because the rooftop at my building is better," Renjun whined and you rolled your eyes, "there we can get that perfect sunset glow."

"Wow, you're so meticulous." You teased him and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

You both shortly made your way to the apartment building in which Renjun resided. As you walked through the glass front doors, Renjun grabbed hold of your hand and began rushing you up the emergency stairs.

"Can't we take the elevator?" You called out to him as the boy continued to race up the stairs, dragging you along with him.

"It's under maintenance!" Renjun replied nonchalantly. 

"Okay, so why are we running!?" You yelled just before Renjun swung open the metal door that led to the rooftop of the building.

"So we don't miss this.." Renjun replied with a satisfied smile, holding his arm out to gesture towards the sky that now had a beautiful orange tint; the clouds were still - almost as though they were painted - and the sun was almost disappearing in the distance.

"It's beautiful." You said breathlessly, your head held high as you took in the scenery surrounding you.

Renjun's hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head down to look at him. With no words exchanged, he pressed his lips to yours, his actions filled with so much love and passion that words could never explain. You felt him smile into the kiss until you heard his cute laughter fill your ears. He rested his forehead against yours and your heart fluttered at the loving smile on his face. The orange hue from the sky made him appear golden, glowing like the angel that he was to you.

"What's so funny?" You asked, the smile never leaving your face as well.

"It's just… I can't believe you willingly spent the day with me… like this… living out my cringe fantasies," Renjun laughed shyly, "even in the restaurant earlier I was thinking… who else would ever do that for me?"

"Well… I love you and all your quirks," You admitted, your eyes staring right back into his, "I love everything about you."

"Hey, you stole my moment," Renjun complained playfully, "but I love you too, all your quirks, everything about you..."

"Do you know why the protagonist's lover reminds me so much of you?" Renjun asked in a low voice.

"No, why?"

"The protagonist always describes them as someone who brings out the best in them, someone who helps them unleash their unapologetic real self," Renjun explained and you felt yourself overwhelmed with love, "that's what you do for me, by loving you, you make me love myself… because how can I not love myself when someone as incredible as you loves me?"

"God Renjun, I'm gonna start crying," you grimaced as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, "I really do love you so much, and it just warms my heart that I can help you realize what an amazing person you are."

Renjun tucked his hand under your chin and guided you to lift your head to look at him again. He pressed another sweet kiss on your lips and used his thumb to swipe away the stray tear that had escaped your eye.

"By the way," You started abruptly, your lips still hovering near his, "what's the fifth thing? I forgot."

"It's fine, we've already done it." Renjun shrugged before kissing away the small, confused frown that appeared on your face.

5. I want to tell you how I loved you and you were everything to me

[sleephyjhs]

When You’re Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications

note: i’ve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if there’s a specific member you’d like to see next, shoot me an ask :)

m.list

FINDING OUT

even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child

there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby

it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own

it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously

a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving

the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test

early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days

headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit

in the bathroom cabinet, you’d collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests

one of them would eventually show positive, right?

taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you

waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months

he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently

your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart

the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly

your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat

taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results

two blue lines - as clear as day

they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears

he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks

“we did it baby! we’re gonna have a baby!” he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation

no words were left swirling in your mind

your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty

shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check

pregnant.

as you crashed into taehyung’s open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind

it was only inevitable

a positive test was a familiar joy to you both

however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation

as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but retain maternal caution

however, this time also felt different

taehyung’s spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didn’t want to disappoint you any more

someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world

of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic

seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority

just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat

just to know they were okay

just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, that’s all you needed

taehyung couldn’t hold his excitement

from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks

he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you

but losing his babies near enough tore him apart

even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing

of course, the worse had already crossed his mind

but it wouldn’t get the better of him

it couldn’t.

you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant

the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all

briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat

it was faint over the machine, but fast

there really was a life within you.

“there’s something else, if you just look over here...” the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view

taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen

with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure

“the fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!”

twins. you were having twins.

THE PREGNANCY

like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery

and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement

it didn’t help that a little bump had already begun to grow

keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide

already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels

telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot

or even borrowing some from his own childhood

“you know they can’t hear you yet? it’s about 7 weeks until they’ll be able to, honey.”

“i know, i’m just practising for when they can.”

of course, you wouldn’t admit that you did the same when you were alone

you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might

the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side

in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand

you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness

“you two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.”

on a sleepless night, you’d made a small pact with tae

it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless

“no matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.”

taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders

as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines

however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more ‘cheat’ days for you

no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings

although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods

sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to

but you still opted to supervise just in case

finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind

the other members were over the moon for you both

particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously

and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them

all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits

each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys

these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of

announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly

for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life

well, what a perfect opportunity!

towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings

safe to say, that day you had broken the internet

love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth

a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially

self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that

although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly

your favourite clothes didn’t fit around your doubled bump anymore

and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people

but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you

sneaking up behind you in the bathroom

(although the mirror kinda gave him away)

he’d wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder

“tell me all your worries honey.”

you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets

and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way

“i know it’s normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess it’s just weird - i don’t look like myself anymore”

he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin

those small kisses still tickled you like they always had

“well, you definitely look different,”

you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for tae’s own good

“but why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!”

“make~?”

LABOUR AND DELIVERY

originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could

but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window

to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace

eventually, taehyung joined you

copying the same movements while timing your contractions

“they really must be desperate to come out, huh?”

“well do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!”

the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month

the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside

not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency

just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back

“do you think we have everything?”

“i love you but stop talking please.”

thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky

so long as he assured himself that it was ‘just the contractions’, he’d be just fine

as much as he couldn’t wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward

one corridor in and you’d suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport

breathlessness and contractions didn’t sound like a favourable mix to you

the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward

you’d picked this suite specially due to its expansive space

the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place

a serene paradise for your angels to be born into

it was perfect

taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings

of course, it didn’t take him long to find the birthing ball

“what’s the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?”

there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him

“well, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.”

taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction

less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice

“get these babies out of me. no i’m serious, i need them out.”

realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed

stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead

he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than he’d prepared for

you weren’t the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare

taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis

his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes

many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out

and then, there it was.

the first piercing cry belted across the room

a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes

finally the moment you’d waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here

the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair

taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength

but you and him both knew he’d never hold it back for long

within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.

but this time, there was no immediate cry

the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited

and waited

midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction

but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world

[garbagevanfleet]

Brightest Blue (series)

PART FOURTEEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: mentions of sexual content, feelings, cigarettes Summary:  Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: HI EVERYONE! I’m sorry I’m so inconsistent lately. I promise that the next chaptered fic I write, I’ll only start posting it when I’m done writing it. I hope you like this chapter - its incredibly sappy because I’m on my period lol

As always, big thanks to my beta, @lantern-inthenight​ <3

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MASTERPOST

“Remind me again why you want to ride separately from your brother?” You looked pointedly over at Josh, who was smiling as he ran a soapy rag over the plate you’d just finished eating off of. 

“I already have to spend my whole winter break with my family, no need to rob myself of alone time with you,” he explained like it was obvious. 

A huff escaped your lips. You pushed away from where you had been leaning against the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. You laid your head in between his shoulder blades, feeling him turn to nuzzle his nose against your arm as it laid on his shoulder.  

“We spend so much time together - like every day - which I’m obviously grateful for,” you said, half-muffled by the material of his sweater. “But don’t you think it just makes more sense to carpool?” 

You couldn’t see his hands, but the movements you could feel told you he was wiping the extra water off of them before turning around and pressing your chests together. His lips lightly brushed your temple as he spoke. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t about to just relent. “It does make more sense - I just don’t want to.”

You let out a breath, frowning as you tried to figure out if you should say what you were thinking. After a moment of working up the courage, you cupped his jaw with your right hand, knowing full well that the sweet gesture would help him swallow the discomfort your words would cause. 

“Josh,” Your voice was low and quiet, but as you met his eyes, you chickened out. They were so honest, looking at you like your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded - like if you left, he’d just cease to exist. You made a mental note to have a talk with him about that at some point, but you decided it would have to be after you’d returned from Christmas break. 

“Hm?” You must have been contemplating too long, prompting his features into a look of concern. You couldn’t bear it. 

“Jake is going to ride with us,” you said decidedly. “I already told him he could.”

That was a bit of a lie - he had mentioned it a few days ago and you had said you’d run it by Josh, but you had just made up his mind for him.

He huffed a laugh as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “Sounds like you’re already communicating better with my family than I have in months.”

“Well,” you started, giving him a pointed look - the kind you only give when you feel confident that you’re right. “I think that would mean communicating with them at all. Honestly, Josh, I know you-”

You were abruptly silenced as he placed his forefinger across your open lips, a half-smirk on his face. 

“It’s okay,” he assured simply. “He can ride with us.”

A smile spread across your face underneath his finger. “Good. Have you started packing?” Your words were muffled under his touch.

“Eh,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug, lowering his hand to brush his thumb across your chin. 

“Do you want help with that?” you inquired cheekily. “Because, you know, we leave in two days.” 

He appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Actually, yeah, that sounds nice. You can sit on my bed and watch while I pack really inappropriate clothes for the occasion.”

You half-snorted out a laugh, rolling your eyes because you knew that’s the reaction he was aiming for. “How about I just pack for you?”

+++

For the first time since knowing him, you saw Jake Kiszka wearing a jacket. It was long and dramatic and nearly brushed the top of the snow as he made his way out to your car with a leather duffle bag in his left hand.

He opened the rear, passenger-side door and tossed his bag in next to yours and Josh’s before sliding in next to it. 

You greeted him cheerily, to which he shot you back a smile as a reply.

“You’re actually wearing a coat,” you noted as he pulled the seatbelt over his form and buckled in.

He hummed amusedly, reaching into his pocket and popping a stick of gum in his mouth. 

“I’ve found that he doesn’t usually dress like a slut to go home,” Josh replied instead as he turned a lighter around in his palm, absent of the task. 

“And if I didn’t wear a coat home, I’d never hear the end of it.” 

Josh nodded in agreement, and then you watched a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. “I’m kinda surprised Kate isn’t coming with us today, to be honest. Are you waiting until Easter just to make sure?”

You were busy pulling out onto the road, so you didn’t see it, but you could imagine Jake deeply rolling his eyes at the question. 

“I would bring Kate home - it would make me truly happy to physically see Mom die a little inside when she starts trying to talk about amphibious breeding cycles at length during dinner,” he mused, voice clear of any kind of sorrow. He finished simply and with a smile, “But she isn’t my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know, it seemed a little sus when I showed up at her house in the morning and you were already there, chillin’ with her dog,” you replied in a sing-song voice. 

“I wasn’t already there, I was still there.” You felt him place a hand on your shoulder, and slap his other one against Josh’s. “Not all of us have the luxury of just being able to pop down the hall.”

“Fair enough,” you relented, feeling your face flush warm. 

“Or the shower. Or the kitchen that one time,” Josh added unhelpfully, making your eyes immediately pop open. 

“Josh,” you scolded and quickly considered reaching over and slapping him, but decided it was unsafe to drive and strike a passenger at the same time. 

“No, this is good,” Jake assured through a smirk you could hear. “Let him get it all out before we get there.”

Josh snickered back, “You’re such a prick.”

+++

The Kiszka homestead was almost impossibly cozy. There was a basket of blankets by the big sofa (much nicer and fluffier than the blankets at your apartment, which had been flattened and matted to the point of complete defeat) and the furniture was centered around a glowing, stone fireplace. Josh’s mom had hugged him for a long moment upon your arrival - a gesture that made your throat feel tight as you watched her fingers flex in the material at the back of his shirt. 

She was sunny and kind to the point that you could clearly see Josh’s mannerisms reflected in hers, and the dinner she laid out on the dining room table seemed impossibly large to you, having come from a home with just three people in it. 

When she asked you how you liked Midwestern cooking, you gushed about it for - what was undeniably - too long. You’d never say, but you weren’t positive that part of it wasn’t just not having had a real home-cooked meal in months. 

You had come to decipher that Josh had told his family that you were just a roommate that didn’t have a place to go for winter break, but you were pretty sure you’d be able to tell the nature of your relationship if you were on the outside looking in - you seemed to be magnetically drawn to wherever Josh was these days. 

Everyone cleared out of the living room pretty quickly after dinner and conversation, and you finally got the chance to ask the question that had been on your mind all day. 

“Do I sleep out here?” 

You were posted up on the couch, your legs crossed one over the other with Josh staying a few inches farther away from you than you were used to.

“No,” he replied. “You can take my room and I’ll sleep out here.”

You had asked mostly as a formality - you hadn’t figured that you’d actually have to sleep separately. Through a slight frown, you said, “Oh, man. It’s been a while since I’ve had to sleep alone. What if I freeze to death?” 

He flashed you a smile. “I thought ahead and laid a heated blanket out on the bed for you.”

“Heated blanket? This whole time heated blankets were an option?” you whispered harshly.

“Okay, in my defense, by the time I remembered that they existed, we were already sleeping in the same bed every night.”

The suspicious way you stared at him for a few moments had him biting back a laugh - one of those unguarded ones that seemed to be reserved for people he was really comfortable around. Which seemed to just be you most of the time. 

“Will you at least come get ready for bed with me?” you asked, subtly looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Of course - no puppy eyes necessary,” he assured with a snicker.

This room was decidedly different than the one back in Ann Arbor. Josh’s space back in the apartment was mostly made up of Earth tones - either picked by choice or having just dulled over time. There were little pops of color scattered around the room, like the golden yellow rug that spread across almost all of the wooden floor, or the string of flags that spanned the entire wall above his bed. 

This room was different. You could tell that his parents had tried to clean it up since Josh had moved out, but there was still evidence of spots where posters were hung on the maroon red walls. A stack of comics laid on the dresser - the surface of which was covered in residue and paper where he had placed stickers and then tried to peel them off. 

You eyed a well-used keyboard placed along the far wall, and what appeared to be milk crates full of sheet music and the idea of him sitting in front of it and practicing for hours brought a smile to your lips. 

He hauled both of your bags up onto the bed and you both picked through them for the sleep apparel you’d packed. You watched him change into a short-sleeved tee and a pair of loose flannel pants through the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth across the hall, and when he caught your eyes, he gave you a smirk. 

You’d been half expecting him to change his mind and just crawl into bed with you, but instead, he helped you clamber under the covers and pulled the comforter up to your chest. 

“Wow, full service tuck-in and everything,” you teased, but quickly shut up when his thumb brushed over your lips. 

“Well,” he mused, voice low. “Not the full service.”

You gave him a sour grin as he backed up to the door and flicked the light off. 

“Good night, Joshua.”

+++

The next couple of days came and went easily. You were starting to get actually acquainted with his family - chatting with his mother and sister over morning coffee, and getting pinned between his brothers on the sofa while Christmas movies played in the background.

You really hadn’t realized how much you missed being around family until it hit you at dinner one night. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Josh unscrewed the lid on the salt under the lip of the table and then asked Sam if he wanted any. 

Josh was just about to slide it across the beat-up wooden surface when you snatched it out of his hand, pointedly tightened the lid, and then slid it over. 

When you peeked over at him, Josh was glaring at you, but he wasn’t able to stop the mischievous smirk that his mouth took the shape of. 

Sam huffed a laugh that sounded more like a scoff, having figured out the plot quickly after seeing the look on Josh’s face.  

“Samuel, do me a favor and dump the whole shaker of salt on your potatoes,” Josh requested in a faux-sweet voice. “Please and thank you.” 

“Piss off.” Sam’s reply came through a mouth-full of food, but somehow, he still managed to look lovely while saying it. However, that didn’t save him from his mom’s scolding look - though whether that was in response to the harsh language or speaking with a full mouth was anyone’s guess. You guessed that a person never got to grow out of being “the baby”. 

It was then - that simple moment - that you realized how oddly welcomed you felt in this setting. It hadn’t been awkward or uncomfortable even once. You’d never felt out of place despite how different it was from your own home experience. 

After you were settled into bed that night, you laid awake thinking about nothing and everything. You didn’t feel particularly tired, but you had decided to turn in when Josh started dozing off on the couch while you were watching the tv on low volume. 

You had no clue what time it was, as your phone was charging across the room, but at some point you heard the distinct sound of a door creaking open. It was just down the hall - that you could distinguish -  but you weren’t positive which room specifically. The person made their way down the hall, and then up a creaky set of steps, though you could tell that they were trying to move quietly when they got to the next floor and the cadence of their steps changed to something lighter. 

You thought about it for a moment before pushing the covers off of you, crawling out of the warmth of the nest you’d made, and slipping your feet into a pair of Josh’s fuzzy slippers that were just barely peeking out under the bed frame. Trying to be as quiet as the last person had been, you crept up the stairs in the low light, having to strain to see the steps in the unfamiliar space, lest you lose your footing. 

The room at the top of the steps was a study, and on the other side of it was a large, sliding glass door. And on the other side of that, was Jake, sat out on a covered patio with a cigarette in his hand. 

You crossed the room, grabbing a blanket off of the worn leather sofa and wrapping it around yourself as you moved. 

He barely turned his head to look at you as you slid the glass open and stepped out onto the porch. The brisk air hit you hard enough to nearly knock the breath from your lungs, so you pulled the blanket up your body until only your head was showing. 

“Sorry if I scared you.” The volume of your words were just above a whisper as you bent to sit next to him on the cold wood. “Or if I’m intruding.”

He hummed around his cigarette before ashing it into a Coke can. “You didn’t, and you aren’t.” He looked you over for the first time then and frowned deeply at you. “You are going to freeze to death though. Where the hell is your coat?”

“I’m fine, I’ve got the blanket, see?” you assured, though you had to admit that the cold cut right through the thick material. 

He ran his eyes up and down it, rolling them affectionately at you. “Okay,” he replied, though it sounded nothing like he believed you. After a few silent moments, he spoke again. 

“How are you liking it here?”

A genuine smile spread out over your lips. “Michigan is lovely, if that’s what you mean. Cold to the point where I’m not sure why anyone would want to live here, but. Lovely, all the same.” 

He smiled back at you, oddly warm in nature for him. “And what about the family? Do you find all of us lovely too?” 

“Absolutely,” you agreed, pulling your knees up to your chest like you were in a cocoon. Another few long moments ticked by as you watched the snow fall. The night was so still that you swore you could hear the flakes as they settled on whatever surface they happened to land on. 

“Can I ask you something?” You flicked your eyes over at him to assess his expression. You knew your brows were threaded close together in worry, which he seemed to take into account before he answered.

He nodded as he took another drag. “Sure,” he replied, smoke and steam glowing with the light of the cherry on the end of his cigarette as he exhaled. 

You were silently trying to figure out how to word it for long enough that he looked over at you expectantly. 

“Do you think Josh would have come home for Christmas if I...weren’t around?” 

He met your eyes and huffed a humorless laugh. “I think that he would have spent a week or two anxiously deciding whether he could handle it and then, ultimately, he would feel too guilty to say no. And from there, I think it would have been a repeat of last year - he would have come home here, found it exhausting, and then screened everyone's’ calls for a couple of months again.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you just stared at his face, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip until you could feel they’d left an indent as you ran your tongue over it. 

“But it’s weird, right?” he continued, biting back a smirk that made you a little uneasy about what he was going to say next. “He seems to be almost blissfully happy this year.”

You held your breath for a moment as you tried to organize your emotions, and then exhaled in a rush once it became uncomfortable. “Look, I. He’s obviously a lot of things to me. A best friend, a room mate, a...romantic partner?”

Jake shot you a disbelieving but highly amused look at your wording.

“But I’m worried that he’s tying himself to me too tightly.” With your eyes, you tried to portray the emotions that that thought evoked in you - how compressed it made you feel. 

He seemed to chew it over as he stubbed out his cigarette on the damp wood and then - near instantly - materialized another from behind his ear like a magic trick.  

“I love seeing him happy, but I’m scared that I’m the only thing making him happy,” you finished, voice admittedly a little shaky. You didn’t ask first - though you should have - but you slid closer to him until your shoulders were touching, and despite not knowing him all that well yet, it still managed to make you feel more grounded. “It’s not that I expect this to end - whatever we have - but what if it does?”

Jake’s eyes flitted around your features like he was trying to map your face as you anxiously waited for him to tell you everything would be alright. 

“You know,” he started, voice low. “When we moved away for school, he was the one that decided we wouldn’t room together. I mean, I didn’t blame him or anything, but I always just assumed we would. He used to be so outgoing. I mean, he never missed a party. People would trip over themselves to be next to him. He used to take his ex out any time he could - it didn’t really matter where, because he’s always had a way of making even the most monotonous task seem fun.”

You didn’t try to suppress a smile as it found your lips. 

“So, his ex broke it off with him. I don’t know what happened really - only what I’ve been able to pry out of him - but it fucked him up pretty good. And then as he was just starting to get over it, his roommate had some kind of mental break and just moved out one weekend while Josh was gone. It’s not like they were best friends or anything, but they got along.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder and not caring whether or not it was polite to do so anymore. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, simply. The tone of his voice was something very somber - the kind you’d use if you were giving a eulogy. “I tried to help. I offered to move in with him. I showed up at his apartment all the time, but he got pretty effective at dodging me. Not just me, actually, but everyone. Worried the fuck out of our mom.” 

“What then?” You were not-so-secretly hoping that Jake was going to find a way to make you feel better, and the pitch of your voice reflected it. The core of your body felt like it was stuffed full of stones, weighted and heavy. “What happened?”

Jake hummed. “Well, he started to level out a bit. After a good couple months he started at least answering the door when I came to see him. Sometimes he’d text me back after a day or two. That went on like that for a while.”

He titled his head to look over at you then for the first time in a while. You felt oddly vulnerable after hearing all of that, but you tried not to duck away from his eyes. 

“But then, suddenly, you were there. He didn’t tell me a thing about you, or even that he was getting a new roommate until well after you were already moved in.”

You huffed a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, he didn’t tell me anything about you either really. Imagine my surprise when I open the door and you were a twin. Uncanny valley territory.” 

“I think he learned how to compartmentalize the people in his life. Seems like it’s easier to manage relationships that way when you’re an extremely guarded person like he had suddenly become.”

He took a pause to take a long drag, simultaneously running a hand through his silky hair. 

“But to answer your question - I don’t think you’re the only thing making him happy,” he continued, meeting your eyes with an intensity that you understood to your core. “I think you’re just reminding him that there are things to be happy about.” 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but you were suddenly choking back tears and a tight, hot feeling in your throat.  

“You’ve just got to give him time to remember what it’s like.”

When you opened your mouth to reply, you realized you’d been holding your breath for a moment too long, causing you to suck in a shaky breath. “I intend to give him all the time he needs,” you promised. 

Jake offered you back a smile as he moved to stand, stretching out his muscles and then extending a hand for you to take. He helped you clamber up off the floor before tucking his lighter back into the pocket of his fleece sleep-pants. 

“Good to hear.” 

[monster-energies]

we are the kids from yesterday

pairing: severus snape/reader

summary:   with your favourite holiday being halloween, you share that with your daughter and celebrate it in the many years to come

warnings: none that will strike too much attention but there is the following: 1. gilderoy lockheart being a sussy baka, 2. a little bit spicy ( making out ) but no smut is taken into action, 3. teasing and believe me there's quite a bit of it, 4. reader probably has a praise kink ( if you squint )

rating: general audiences  ( hints of mature themes but nothing heavy )

word count:   6588

author’s note: the title’s namesake is lyrics from the song the kids from yesterday by my chemical romance ( another emo title for a repressed emo )

i took the time to make a reference for sapphire snape which can be found below !!  so now you can go back and actually visualize our beloved sapphire :D

author’s note: ok...wow, where do i even begin ???? this project will always hold a special place in my heart and i will genuinely never forget the journey i have come on with this. the clocks changed here in the uk, and i somehow woke up at 6am and told myself, i WILL finish snapetober today. and here we are !! after 31 days of writing, late nights, early morning last minute write up, a lot of tears, a lot of me talking to myself in the mirror like a blithering idiot, this is finally done !! its over, and im quite sappy about it but looking at the complete book of oneshots i've made,,,makes be unbelievable happy. i sobbed finishing this oneshot up and i am still crying now SHDHSHJF,, i literally cannot believe snapetober is over and i finished this book !!

my deepest thanks go to all of you, thank you all so much. whether you're a new reader, or whether you've been here since the beginning, i thank you all for reading my snapetober oneshots. it means so much that you all get to read my writing :'] this is most certainly not the end and i do hope you all stick around for more of my writing. again, thank you all so much for reading my snapetober oneshot book 🥺🥰💖 i hope you all have a wonderful day

this oneshot can also be found on archive of our own.

i hope you enjoy reading, comments and feedback is much appreciated

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you were asleep in the bed you shared, stirring awake as you looked at the scene that unfolded before you.

you looked at the cot, your daughter sleeping deeply and then to your left you saw your husband.

you sat up and pecked kisses all over his jaw and his cheek, which slowly and surely woke him up.

“good morning my love.” you said.

“morning y/n.”

you both shared a morning kiss, you shifted slightly so that now you were on top of him, resting your head on his chest perking up here and there.

“did you sleep well my love?” you asked, severus nodded which brought a smile to your face.

you placed kisses all over his face and placed a small kiss to his nose.

“what on earth are you doing my dear?” he asked.

“just showing you how much i love every part of you sweetheart.” you answered.

severus didn’t argue, he let you do so. in fact it warmed his heart that you loved him this much.

your chin laid on his chest as you played around with his hair, letting it fall into your grasp. in the moments where you got some peace and quiet, you were both very close in each other’s touch, in a comfortable and poignant silence as you both held each other.

“you’re so beautiful y/n, my little kitten.” he said.

“kitten huh? you haven’t called me that one in a while.” you perked up.

“it simply rolls off the tongue so well, especially with you.” he admitted.

you giggled as you brought your hands to his cheeks.

“so you want to play this game hm? i’ll admit to you, you’re so amazing. juggling so much in just one day, i couldn’t be more proud of you.” severus said.

you giggled and your smile grew bigger.

“you’re such a good girl…hm?” he teased.

you sunk into severus’ hair, hiding away your thoughts.

severus’ fingers laid on your chin bringing them up so you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“what are you thinking of my dear?” he asked.

“you…”

“you’re always thinking of me.”

“i always will.”

you both shared a kiss, more deeper than the last one. you both heard sapphire making noises in her sleep, you both turned to her as your intimate moment was undoubtedly cut short.

“time to get back to our duties.” you said, pouting slightly as you wished for this moment to last.

you got off of severus’ body, getting out some clothes from your wardrobe. you had to go to hogwarts today, you were a visiting teacher at hogwarts. with the new roles of mum and dad obviously being handed to you by life, you split severus’ very stressful and chaotic work schedule between the two of you.

today you had to go into hogwarts, you wanted it to be the weekend everyday but unfortunately you couldn’t control time and you had a job to do.

you put on your work clothes, grabbing a hold of severus’ cloak and wrapping it over your body.

every time you put that cloak you always found yourself to be the most confident woman on earth.

“you know what that means don’t you?” you asked.

“i’ll be home with sapphire.” your husband answered.

“you’ll be fine with her right?”

“of course my love, i’ll call for a patronus if anything goes wrong.”

“you know what time to give her, her bottle right?”

“of course.”

severus left you to get yourself ready, he went to your bedroom who picked up sapphire who was wide awake by this point, giggling when she was in her dad’s arms.

the fact that severus knew what the routine was, put you at ease. you grabbed a hold of your bag and adjusting the cloak.

“right then, i’ll be off…have fun with her alright.” you said.

“i will my dear, have a good day. i love you.” he left a kiss to your head and you returned the affection back to him.

“i will…i love you too.” you said before leaving and apparating to hogwarts.

“be a good girl for daddy.” you said to your baby daughter as your kissed her head and left the home

severus looked up at the clock, it was almost eight.

he heard sapphires cries which deafened the whole house. severus had calmed her down, rocking her up and down gently.

he whispered little affirmations to her that calmed her down and left her babbling and giggling.

“come on sapphy, lets get you some breakfast.”

severus put out the baby food on the table and fed sapphire who had been slowly obeying her father and eating her food.

once breakfast was over and down with, he held sapphire in his arms and closed the kitchen door, now he was in the living and he put sapphire down and he sat down at the nearest arm chair.

he watched sapphire crawl around on the floor, soon her attention was grabbed by the fluffy teddy bear within arms reach. she had been waving it around for quite a whole and biting on the stuffed toy for a bit. severus looked down at his daughter with the toy in her mouth.

“now now sapphy, you shouldn’t have that in your mouth.” severus said softly, gently taking the teddy bear out of its misery and putting it on the window sill. he then sat back down and got back to reading his copy of the daily prophet.

but the reading was cut short as he looked at sapphire who was trying to stand up on her own and then her fingers reached up to the daily prophet.

“what is it sapphire?” he asked. sapphire had been babbling for a bit, he then smiled and put the newspaper down.

he went to the ground and helped his daughter try to stand on her own two feet. for a baby, sapphire was shockingly clever, being able to stand on her own for at least a few seconds before falling to the ground again. but luckily for sapphire, she never fell. her father was always there.

“keep still for daddy. there we go.” severus eventually let go of her hands,  sapphire squealed excitedly before almost stumbling forward but luckily severus caught her just in time.

sapphire giggled loudly as she looked up at her father’s face of relief. “you scared me there princess.” he chuckled when he saw her smile.

severus kissed the top of her head, lifting her to her playroom where she had the freedom to do whatever she pleased. severus looked around the room, a smile laid to his face as he looked at the toys that laid all over the place.

sapphire crawled to the huge fluffy swan that was in the corner of the room. she tried to slowly stand up without her father’s help but babbled when she found herself struggling, severus rushed to her and helped her up, soon she found herself flopping onto the fluffy swan.

the swan happened to be your patronus, so seeing sapphire so attached to his melted his heart. severus knew that sapphire’s patronus would be just like her mother and father’s.

sapphire went back on all 4’s and crawled away from her father.

“sapphire! princess come back.”

sapphire was trying to crawl away from her father but he slowly caught up to her and then begun to chase after her as slowly as she could.

“got you princess.”

severus caught onto her ankle and sapphire squealed, her hands on severus’ chest as she giggled away. sapphire’s laughter was all severus could hear, it warmed his heart that this was what he would wake up to on most days.

as time passed, severus managed to feed her once more. giving her the bottle of milk at your request.

once sapphire was well fed, it had been another round of playtime to which severus decided to play hide and seek. he had been so focused on his daughter, he didn’t hear you sneaking right into the home.

“sapphy, where are you princess?”

you heard your husband’s voice, he was trying to hold back his laughs. you leaned on the doorframe, watching your husband become so gentle around sapphire.

severus found his beloved daughter and attacked her with tickles until she had no giggles left in her.

“well looks like you’re having lots of fun.” you said, approaching your favourite people. severus’ brows furrowed and his cheeks became flushed, like he was caught doing something.

“welcome back my dear.” he pecked your lips and you took sapphire from his grasp.

“looks like you’re daddy’s little princess huh?” you cooed at your daughter, kissing her cheek and sapphire soon fell into another giggle.

“she’s a mummy’s girl, she was crying for you earlier.” he said.

“aww sapphy, mummy and daddy’s always here for you.” you cooed to the girl again.

“m-mamma.”

you both looked at each other in absolute disbelief.

were you hearing that correctly?

“sapphire, where’s mummy?”

sapphire’s hands were now on your face.

“mamma, mamma.”

you bursted into fits of giggles.

“what did i just tell you?” severus said, you both knew that sapphire will get round to recognizing her father soon, and that would be very quick.

“her first words, sev! can you believe you’ve just heard her first words?” you said.

severus was still in shock that he got to witness such a precious moment.

“she’ll find daddy soon, isn’t that right princess?” you said. sapphire only giggled.

you looked up at severus with a warm smile, and severus smiled back. kissing the top of your head, all three of you were on the floor as you were both in utter bliss that this was your daughter.

like you said, she was going to make the both of you very proud.

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“mummy mummy, look what i made!”

you had been downstairs in the potions lab you had finished making batches of calming draughts and you had done so for quite a while. so seeing your daughter sapphire made you a little bit too aware of how much time had gone past.

“sapphy sweetie, hello! why don’t we go upstairs eh?” you suggested, sapphire obeyed as she watched you clean up the potions lab, she was in such awe over how quick you managed to clean the room up.

“i’m sure daddy will teach you that soon!” you said, you grabbed a hold of her hand you went upstairs and sat her down on the sofa.

“sapphire, remember what did we say earlier?” you asked.

“not to go to the potions room.” she answered, letting out a small pout.

“good girl, you’re still very tiny and anything can happen in there and we don’t want you…to turn into a mouse!” you said tickling her sides as she then let out a squeal of laughter.

“mummy!” she squealed. you both laughed away, you were right though. you didn’t want anything to happen if she had gone into the potions lab without yours or severus’ permission.

“now what is it you’d like to show me?” you asked, sapphire unravelled her piece of paper. what was before you was a plan of the living room.

“its almost halloween, can we paint the house?” she asked, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“well we can’t paint the whole room orange, though i will admit the house does need a little retouching.” you said.

“although i do have a better idea, come with me.” you said, gesturing your daughter to follow you.

you went to the cupboard under the stairs and turned to the room opposite the potions lab, you picked up a box and you opened it in front of  sapphire. she picked up the decorations and smiled.

“yes! yes! mummy these are perfect!” the 9 year old happily replied, you did nothing but watch her get excited over these decorations.

“come on, lets go put them up. we can surprise daddy with it!” you offered, and sapphire nodded.

you helped her put up the decorations in the living room, you had put on some muggle music to help her get into the halloween spirits. she giggled and started doing little bops here and there.

it wasn’t rare of you or severus that you also made her accustomed to the muggle life. since you and him were both half-bloods, you both had a duty to cherish and protect her from all sorts of harm from the wizarding world the muggle world.

“mummy, what’s daddy’s favourite song?” sapphire asked as she was putting miniature bats all over the house.

you knew this answer, and it made you smile even more knowing how intrigued she was.

“well…daddy’s favourite song is also my favourite song too, would you like to hear it?” you asked.

“yes yes yes mummy!” she nodded and that prompted you to go to the music player and put the song on.

“loneliness is the cloak you wear, a deep shade of blue is always there…” sapphire looked over to the music player.

“that’s daddy’s voice!”

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love, baby.” then she heard both of your voices together.

“mummy that’s you!” she giggled.

you and severus always wanted to share that song with sapphire, you obviously beat him to it. but to make it even more special, you and your husband made a special recording for sapphire so that it would always make her happy, and would cheer her up at her lowest points.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love!” you both sang as you fell to the sofa taking in your now newly decorated living room giggling away. and as if by chance, severus had arrived back home.

“daddy!” sapphire squealed jumping into her father’s arms.

you smiled warmly at your husband who had gotten back from hogwarts.

“i see you decorated without me…you both wound me my girls.” he dramatically pressed his hands to his chest and the both of you giggled away.

“welcome home sev.” you said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you showed her the song.” he picked up that the recording of you and him singing was playing around the house.

“looks like i beat you to it sevvy.” you giggled kissing him again, both your attention turned to your daughter who had been begging for a little halloween party.

to which neither of you couldn’t say no.

“daddy, you’re supposed to be something for halloween.” she said.

“what’s wrong with my costume sapphire?” he asked raising a funny little brow at her.

“its very you.” she quipped.

“well…i am very scary.” severus admitted.

“no you’re not.”

“yes i am, but you my sweetheart don’t see it.” he admitted.

you quickly got changed into a quick costume. you slid down the banisters of the stairs and showed your little family the costume you had.

“mummy’s a princess!” sapphire said.

“yes she is, she’s my little princess.” severus said, sapphire hadn’t picked up the fact he was teasing her mother.

your cheeks heated up, giggling and hiding your flustered state in his hair. severus hugged you from the side as he looked down at his daughter and hugged her too.

it wasn’t a party party so to speak, but it was something that made sapphire happy. you and sapphire both danced away whilst spooky music was playing in the background. severus watched the scenes unfold and he couldn’t help but join in.

even if he did have two left feet.

sapphire giggled at what looked like severus’ little jig, severus lips curled into what looked like a smile. you smiled at your husband who looked like he was having a good time.

after what seemed like hours, sapphire had been exhausted and fell asleep on the sofa. she was laid on your lap as you and severus both decided to flick on a movie to watch together.

“i’ll take her to bed.” you said as you carried your tired 8 year old to her bedroom. you tucked her into bed and kissed the top of her head.

“sweet dreams my love, we’ll see you in the morning sapphire.” you whispered before putting one of her teddy bears beside her before you turned on the night light and closed the door on her.

“did you turn on the night light?” severus asked.

“yep.”

you both inevitably relaxed on the sofa, you put on a fantasy adventure movie. your preferences were no doubt completely in sync with one another.

you beamed when the title screen had come on, you were watching robin hood: prince of thieves with him.

bizarrely, severus actually liked this movie. it was the first muggle movie that he had watched with you, he was completely hooked onto it with some of the dialogues from the script still stuck in his head and the ongoing debate that severus must have been an actor in a past life.

“locksley! i’m gonna cut your heart out with a spoon!” you both recited alongside the movie, falling into laughter.

“see look, the sheriff on nottingham is basically you. its so uncanny.” you said getting up and pointing to the screen.

“darling i’m telling you there is no way i could be him.”

“you look like him.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

you bickered a little on this topic for more than 10 minutes before eventually you continued to watch the movie

“why a spoon, cousin? why not an axe?”

“because it's dull, you twit! it'll hurt more!”

you both recited again wholeheartedly. you couldn’t help but let yourself relax in severus’ arms as you watched the movie go into absolute chaos.

when the movie ended, you lazed around on the sofa as severus held you in his arms. he looked around the house for a moment, drawings that sapphire had done were all over the walls as the halloween decorations accompanied it alongside. it was a pleasant sight for him to always come back to.

“you know y/n, you are a wonderful mother…and i’m so proud of you.” severus said, kissing the top of your head as you then looked up to him and smiled.

“you’re a wonderful dad.” you replied.

you sat up slowly and kissed him softly, as you both pulled away from the kiss as the house fell into a comfortable silence.

“she’s gonna make us proud that one.” severus said.

“oh just you wait till she comes to hogwarts.” you said, winking at him as both shared a few laughs and kissed each other once more.

“i love you severus.”

“i love you too y/n.”

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new things had been happening for the snape family. you would be starting out as the new muggle art teacher, severus was back in potions and had applied to also become the defence the dark arts teacher but again, failed at the hands of gilderoy lockheart.

but aside from that, your daughter sapphire tatiana snape was starting hogwarts. you couldn’t have been more happier.

but you knew that sapphire would face a few hardships here and there, you reassured her that if anything were to happen to her, you instructed her to come to you or your father and they would help her till the very end.

“sapphire go to the front here, i’ll be at the table with your dad okay.” you said.

sapphire nodded and stood at the very front. you went to the front table and saw the new defence against the dark arts teacher.

“oh hellooo there, we have a new flower blossoming here…” gilderoy approached you.

“gilderoy…” his name left great disgust in your tone.

“ah she knows my name. and who might you be?”

“y/n, y/n-”

“snape.” you turned to see your husband, who just so happened to finish the sentence.

“y/n snape.”

gilderoy gulped slightly, looking at the couple.

“shouldn’t you be in dumbledore’s office signing your entire life away to hogwarts?” you quipped.

“very well…i should be going, nice to see you both.” gilderoy choked out before walking away.

you looked up at your husband and let out a giggle.

“what a blithering idiot.” you muttered.

“he won’t last two seconds here.” severus said.

“does anyone in the d.a.d.a post ever last more than 2 seconds?” you said.

you both giggled to yourselves as you both made your way to the front, looking at the great hall filled with kids.

as the new 1st years got assigned to their houses, you both eyed sapphire who had been fiddling with her jumper. anxious to see what her predicament would be.

“sapphire snape.” minerva called.

you stepped forward, your fellow 1st years muttering things about the girl. they hadn’t a clue who she was and what her goals were but it made them ever curious.

“slytherin!” the sorting hat called without any hesitancy.

the students in the slytherin table cheered and applauded. even you and severus stood up and clapped for your daughter who had been greeted and congratulated by the many students surrounding her.

you both looked at your daughter who happened to wave at you, you and severus waved back with pride.

she was going to be a great addition to slytherin and the pair of you knew that anyone who hurt her would eventually have to deal with them.

with both her mother and father teaching at hogwarts, sapphire snape was the unstoppable girl.

she would not be beaten.

sapphire looked over to her mum and dad who were just about to head out to their own classrooms.

“mum, dad! wait up!” she called, you and severus both turned around and saw their daughter approaching them.

you perked a smile and let her join you. some of the students in the other houses were in absolute disbelief that severus snape had a family.

severus snape…the potions professor…had a life?

to them that was uncalled for.

“who was that getting all weird with mum?” she asked.

“that is unfortunately your new defence against eh dark arts teacher…gilderoy lockheart.” you sighed, severus didn’t even bother saying his name considering he literally took the job he wanted.

“he was getting all cozy with you mum.” she muttered.

severus only chuckled at the worry his daughter had. she was most definitely a mummy’s girl.

always have been.

“don’t worry sapph, your father here took care of it.”

“you stood there and it was enough to make him run away.”

“i told you, i’m the scariest thing there is.”

you and sapphire giggled, ruffling her hair and accompanying her to the dorms.

“are you sure you’ll be fine here?” you asked.

“yes…maybe…” her expressions soon turned little as she begun to worry about the year ahead.

“come, lets go to dad’s class. he’ll make you the best lemon tea there is!” you offered.

that was enough to put a smile on sapphire’s face, the three of you went to the classroom and there severus was, brewing a lemon tea for his favourite people in the world. severus was never one to pick favourites in his life but of course, if you or sapphire were mentioned he would pick the both of you in a heartbeat.

“now what’s on your mind sapph?” you asked, both you and severus paid very close attention to your daughter who had been very anxious about hogwarts.

sapphire explained that she was worried about being lonely, that she wouldn’t have any friends at hogwarts, considering she saw groups of first years who had known each other before, perhaps from a muggle primary school. she was worried that people would pick on her because she was a snape and that people would hurt her much like her father had been hurt.

it was a mixture of 1st year blues alongside new worries that kept the poor girl awake at night. you’d often remembered in the days counting, she wouldn’t be able to sleep in her own bed, sleeping on the sofa out of nerves.

“sapphire you will have a good time here at hogwarts, trust us. we’ve both been here…well i don’t know the school just as well like your father but, this is all very new to me too. if you have any problem here, come to me or your father.” you reassured her, as you both sipped your tea you looked over to severus wondering if he had any advice in him.

“your friends will come to you soon, whether it be a day, a week a month…maybe even two years. i can assure you sapphire that you will never be alone. you have us, and obviously you’ll be on your own for some time and that is all in good time.” severus said.

“you’re sapphire snape. you’re gonna do the unstoppable, the unthinkable but you’ll make me and your father proud.” you comforted your daughter who had now been smiling over the advice her parents gave her.

slowly accepting it into her own.

“thanks mum, thanks dad. you’re the best!” she said, her smile didn’t leave her face.

“come now, let us accompany you to the slytherin dorms."

when you left her in the common room with her fellow house mates, you looked over to some of the students who  had shot glares at the couple before they both walked off.

as time slowly progressed sapphire looked like she was settling well at hogwarts, she accepted the fact that most of her time was spent alone, but that was completely fine. it showed her focus and dedication to her studies. she answered every question that every teacher asked her and that garnered her house more points than ever.

but today had been pretty bad for the girl, she was unfortunately made crash dummy of the day for the pathetic defence against the dark arts teacher.

whilst everyone had been swooning and falling head over eels for him, you held a grudge. you weren’t going to forgive him for attempting to flirt at your mother.

you and severus had already been in the call for quite a bit so seeing sapphire’s uniform completely ruined shocked you and severus.

“can i please scream…can i please scream?” sapphire asked.

you grabbed your wand and put silencing charms all over the room.

“be our guest.” you said.

sapphire had let out screams of complete stress, to which severus actually covered his ears.

after a few more screams, you noticed that by this point she was going to damage her voice, you shot a look to severus that instantly made him get up and get his daughter a calming draught.

“sapphy honey! that’s enough” you said comfirting your daughter as she let out a few pants after her screams.

“that felt good.” was all she said.

“sapphire you’ll damage your voice if you keep screaming this viscerally.” you said.

“here…” severus offered her the calming draught which sapphire cautiously took sips from.

“was it lockheart?” severus asked.

sapphire nodded.

“and he unleashed a hippogriff into the classroom and of course i had to be professor lockheart’s crash dummy.” sapphire said, with such detest in her voice.

severus waved his wand and now your uniform was instantly back to normal.

“thanks dad.” she said.

“there’s going to be a halloween ball soon, are you going to join?” sapphire asked her parents.

“i’ll be there, your father on the other hand probably won’t be there out of second hand embarrassment.” you teased, to which you were greeted with a book being playfully whacked against your head.

“relax i’m kidding!” you giggled.

“eitherway, staff and students alike have to be there plus your father can’t resist taking house points for any prank he sees fit.” you added.

“dad won’t take any house points from me right?” sapphire couldn’t help but ask.

“we would never do such a thing to you, and beside you impress us more and more each day.” severus said, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

“oh oh i have to go, i promised to help professor flitwick today!” sapphire quipped, she hugged you and hugged severus, both as tightly as she could before waving goodbye to her parents.

“she’s doing so well here.” you said.

“sapphire has no doubt learnt from the best.” severus admitted.

you only smiled up at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, to which he obviously couldn’t resist.

“oh y/n…you’ve been such a bad girl.” he mumbled.

“have i really been a bad bad girl?” you teased.

“teasing your professor is something you can’t get away with.” he held back a smirk as he looked into your eyes for a moment.

“we’re both professors you idiot.” you joked.

those were the last things you said before he pulled you into a deep kiss, your lips colliding with his as the scent of parchment paper lingered all over the classroom.

you pulled away when you weren’t able to cath your breath, “you have a class soon.” you reminded him.

“class can wait…it looks as if i need to teach my favourite student…a lesson.” he admitted deeply.

“favourite student huh? i’d never thought you’d be this…scandalous.” you teased.

severus then took you into his stores and closed the door, he pinned you to it as he placed several kisses all over your lips, he then found himself leaving love bites all over your neck as you let out a soft moan.

that was pleasing to the ears.

his hands felt at your waist as you wrapped you arms around him and you let him leave love marks on your shoulder. you tilted his face to meet yours. your lips made his way to his neck, leaving a mark on there.

you both shared one last kiss. making it as tender and passionate as possible, before pulling away

“such a good girl…” he murmured.

your cheeks heated up as you perked a shy smile. “you’ve been so good my love.” he whispered again.

“i guess i’ll be returning the favour soon sev.” you smirked.

“i’ll see you at the halloween ball then…professor.” you winked as you let out a giggle and walked out, making your way to your classroom.

severus watched you go, severus’ eyes had been filled with love, such desire. the fact that he was loved, only made his heart warm. you were the reason he married you, your personality was what made him thrive. and it warmed his heart at how kind you were, to the people around you, to your little family.

that was the life he lead.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

when the day of the halloween ball arrived, you helped sapphire get into her ballgown.

“do you wanna show dad?” you asked, sapphire nodded going outside and there her father stood. in his usual attire but inside, he was beaming.

his daughter made the whole world shine, “sapphire you look lovely.” he said kissing her head.

sapphire did a little spin and smiled at her mum and dad who couldn’t have been more proud.

you all entered as a family which deserved some looks here and there.

“your father and i going to patrol the event okay, you’ll be fine right?” you asked.

“i think so.” she nodded.

“right…have fun okay.” you said, letting her go into the crowd.

the patrol had been as usual, severus took house points for any misbehaviour, you were there to comfort and have casual chats with the students and staff.

severus looked over to his daughter who looked as if she was looking out for someone.

as the hour passed, sapphire looked sad. and alone, she looked to her parents who had been dancing together, no doubt she was happy but this year was solidified.

she was going to be alone.

sapphire walked out which sparked the attention of you and your husband, as you searched for sapphire you knew where she would be…the astronomy tower.

you both knew that students couldn’t be up there, how she managed to get in was besides the point, your daughter was sad and you both had to comfort her.

she cried as you both hugged her lovingly, reassuring her that everything will be okay.

severus looked over to you, it looked like he had a trick up his sleeve, you grabbed your wand and both waved your wands around the astronomy tower, which was decorated in the same halloween decorations she was familiar with when she was younger.

“you…still have them?” sapphire sniffled.

“you know your mother by now.” severus said.

“we can have our own halloween ball…right here.” you said. sapphire smiled at that idea. you put on the music player and what was always playing was the family’s favourite song.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore.”

“the sun ain’t gonna shine anymore.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the tears are always clouding your eyes.”

“when you're without love!”

the three of you danced to that song, singing the lyrics back and forth to one another and you both fell to the floor. nothing but laughter and happiness radiated from this little family.

you and severus wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

you would do anything to make your daughter happy.

severus would do anything to make his wife and daughter happy.

and that was something he swore to do.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“didn’t think you two would go off to the halloween ball without me huh?”

you both turned back and saw your daughter in that beautiful dress.

now she was in her fifth year, almost all grown up. she looked over to her mother and father, your smile still lingering as you both let her join in with you on your walk to the great hall.

“you look absolutely lovely saph.” severus said.

“why thank you dad…you too don’t look so bad for someone who wears the same 3 cloaks over and over again.” sapphire said.

you giggled at how playful your daughter was.

“so saph, i hear you have a partner for this dance…is that correct?” you asked, severus shot a look at his daughter.

“relax dad, we’re not like that…we’re just friends.”

“that’s what they always say, next hour she’ll come to me with a ring on her finger.”

“dad!” sapphire giggled.

“oh look there he is now!” she beamed going over to what seemed to be the lucky boy.

cedric diggory.

“a slytherin and a hufflepuff. that’s something you don’t see everyday.” you said, nudging his arm a little.

“mum dad, i assume you know who he is.” sapphire said, bring cedric in front of you both.

“cedric diggory, your reputation proceeds you.” severus said.

“likewise professor snape, professor l/n…snape? i take it.” cedric said, confused at what to call you.

“oh call me professor l/n snape. i merged the two names together so that nobody would get confused. its nice to meet you cedric.” you said, shaking his hand.

“cedric’s partner couldn’t make it so he asked me and i obviously said yes.” sapphire smiled.

“she’s quite lovely for a slytherin.” cedric admitted.

“oh you, hush or we’ll miss out on the pumpkin canapes.” sapphire said, playfully punching his shoulder.

you and your husband couldn’t help but giggle at the two. their daughter really hadn’t changed and you couldn’t help but smile at her growth.

“go on, have fun okay…oh and sapph, meet us at the astronomy tower when you’re done.” you said.

“will do mum, don’t have too much fun without me.” she said, waving to her parents before being ushered away by cedric to participate in the dance.

you looked over to severus, who looked out for his daughter with for once, a smile to his.

“are you crying?”

severus looked over to you and wiped away the very obvious tears that ran down his face.

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“you were crying sevvy, admit it.” you giggled which was then replied with a simple roll of the eyes from severus.

“that’s our daughter right there.” you said.

“she’s grown up so fast.” severus replied.

“are you proud of her?” you asked.

“i’ll always will be.” he said.

“and do you know what y/n…i’m proud of you.” severus said pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

you smiled and hugged your husband as you oversaw the scene at hand. but before you could get intimate with one another, you heard a bang nearby. you looked over to your daughter who pointed at the situation at hand, both of you relieved that she wasn’t apart of it.

“50 points from gryffindor.” severus bluntly said.

that was greeted by groans and mutters from the gryffindor students.

that aside, you looked over to your daughter who looked like she was having a good time.

when the ball was over, sapphire bade her goodbyes to cedric. leaving to go to the astronomy tower, “mum what was it you wanted?” she called.

sapphire looked over at the scene that unravelled, a dinner table and around them.

the halloween decorations.

the same ones.

she never got old of them.

“mum, dad…i love it.” she beamed.

“come along saph.” severus said, ushering her to join.

with no hesitation sapphire joined them. the three had a halloween dinner fit for a royal family.

you and severus told sapphire stories from the early stages of their relationship, whilst sapphire spoke of the ball, how divine hogwarts looked and whilst she picked up only a few friends along the way, nothing could compare to the love she had for her family.

the night was concluded when the three of you decided to do some stargazing, looking up at all the constellations.

sapphire was in complete awe of the sky, how beautiful it was. she looked over to you and severus who had been sat on the balcony.

“i’m so proud of you y/n…my love.” severus said.

“i’m more proud of you, severus.”

you both shared a soft kiss, which was interrupted by your daughter who said, “still here… don’t think you’ve forgotten me yet.”

you and severus only laughed, shifting up a little so your daughter could join you.

“soon it will be another day at hogwarts.” sapphire said.

“it’s never another day sapphy, you have us.” you assured her.

“i know…i just don’t want this to end.” she said.

“your adventures will never end sapphire. and we will be here for you every step of the way.” severus said, pressing a kiss to sapphire’s forehead. she looked up at her father with a smile.

sapphire embraced her mother and father, looking up at the night sky.

“we’re the snapes. our adventures will never end.” you said.

“mum…dad, you’ll still be here right?”

“always sapphire.” severus said.

“always? i like that word.” your daughter said.

smiles were left on you and severus as you all took the scenery in.

“i love you all.”

“we love you too sapphire."

the snapes, the family filled with laughter and love.

everyday was another adventure with your husband, with your daughter.

you didn’t want this to end either.

their motto they stuck by…

always.

[rrazor]

what is your skincare routine 🥺 plus imagine doing face masks with ur hq boy 😩😩 pleeaaaaaaseeee manifest

my routine is just a bunch of serums + moisturizer topped off with an obsession with cosrx :^) 

here’s some of my personal h/c’s about their routine and how u fit in 💖

kuroo overexfoliated when he was 16 and that’s when he decided to get into skincare 🤡 but you’re really the one who ties it all together and finishes it 😤 has a bunch of blackheads and is hesitant about using acids but trusts you when you rec a bha (salicylic) and to his surprise it works!! you teach other about ingredients and formulations (more teaching on your end since he’s such an overachiever and is in a million different things) but his skin really goes 🌺🌺 when he’s got a routine down.

another amazing boyfriend to do self-care days with because he needs them so much 😭💞 spends the whole day by your side at home doing whatever whenever and holding your hand the whole way through 💖 does the spoon in the fridge technique to depuff his eyes after a late night and always sends u morning selfies with them on his face all “Good morning my Fated One 🥄👄🥄” 💀💀💀

bokuto already has a skincare routine kudos of his sisters when you start dating and only gets back into doing it regularly when he learns you like doing it too 💕 he wants to spend more time with you as if he isn’t already glued to your hip 😭🤚💗💗

but he slaps his face really hard like really hard 😵 you have to teach him to gently dab and work the product into the skin but he sits like a good boy on the edge of the tub and closes his eyes for you 💛💛 keeps his hands on your hips too ☺️ gets acne here and there and sticks on the pimple patches you give him while telling you “y'know, babe, since you gave these to me, it’s like ur kissing me all night long!!! 🥺🥰😚💕” kiss him now pls

akaashi looks like he has his life together but his skincare routine is 😬 uses bar soap and the same anti-aging face lotion as his mom but his skin is 🌹🌸🌺✨he’s skeptical when he tries out new products but he comes around pretty quickly when he notices how less fatigued he looks 💀

he loves doing masks with you and likes to do one in the morning and one at night because you’ve got him hooked now 😤 he’s so dewy oh my god man is literally gleaming like a diamond 💎✨what have u done….. i bet he has a gua sha and rolls your face for you too 🥺 he’s so gentle omg stop…. looks at u with the softest look in his eyes when you giggle at how funny the sheet masks make the two of you look 💞❤️💕💓💝

oikawa while it’s universally thought in fanon that oikawa is a skincare junkie, i’d say that he’s more so really picky and meticulous. he has specific steps he follows to the t and knows how and when to bring in a new product for any seasonal weather and other changes in his skin. he’s not necessarily going to try your products unless he’s convinced they’ll work for him (everyone’s different after all), but he’s definitely open to you trying his and sharing what you both know 😤💗💗

easily one of the best boyfriends to have self care days with: nails, hair, face, online shopping, you name it, he’ll do it with you 🥰💄💅 i think he hates hyaluronic acid and avoids it like the plague lmfao one of his favourite ways to pass the evenings is the two of you together gossiping with your masks on and eating snacks 🌹🥰🥰🌹

iwaizumi lmfao this mf’er is sooo handsome 🥵 so i say oily skin that’s prone to breakouts 😇 yeah i think iwa struggles with acne and his scars, but he gets lucky that he grows out it by third/fourth year university 😘 uses a basic cleanser marketed towards acne 🤢🤢 and some moisturizer🧴he doesn’t trust oikawa with skincare recommendations because one of the product he gave him had glycolic acid in it and iwa’s skin said 👹

he’s reluctant but lets you help him with his skin and it makes a notable improvement throughout your relationship 👍✨gets heart palpitations when you grab his face and kiss him all over 💘💘 and genuinely thinks you’re one of the best thing to have happened to him when you coo “so handsome hajime 💕” yeah i just think he’s a sucker for you saying his first name lmao

matsukawa he has pretty decent skin, maybe a bit oily and will get spots here and there but overall puberty said nah this one’s cool 😎👍 so he comes in with very basic knowledge about skincare. though bless his heart, he tries out a bunch of stuff with you and is always open to doing masks and trying out new products with you 🥺💖

his skin is pretty resilient so watch him go 😨🤭 when you breakout and he doesn’t jgjebnfkwzl he kisses ur acne scars and spots tho so dw he madly in love ok? 😘🥰❤️ once he starts seeing the changes, he keeps up with the routine you made together for him but he likes to beg for you to do it for him “aw, c’mon babe don’t u want your hands all over this? 😩🤚💕💓💦” i hate him

hanamaki he has a mini routine and knows the general steps from his older sister and because i firmly believe he has dry, sensitive skin. he avoids fragrances, alcohols and all the sulphates and parabens but weirdly his skin is okay with silicones. anyways, he’s the one that introduces you to these amazing korean face masks and now you’re both hooked, spending weekends and days off at his house walking around with ur masks on all 💓👽👽💓

a little bit harder to work with in terms of exploration with your products but he finds his cheeks pinking 💖 and heart beating a little harder 🥰 when you go out of your way to find products that fit his criteria and gets rlly sappy when you start using them too 😭💓💕 he buys the bigger bottles for himself and small bottles for u because he’s whipped (and funny) that way 😐💖

kita looks like he and his grandma would some diy face masks together 🥰❤️ he’s got a basic cleanser and moisturizer but doesn’t do much else. spends a lot of time learning about the products and right steps so he can be a useful partner when you go shopping together 🥺💘💞

he comes to love oils, especially squalane and rosehip seed oil. also becomes a vitamin c junkie 😤 he’s a stickler for patch-testing and comes to really enjoy the whole skincare process in the morning and evenings as his own me time. really appreciates and thanks you for sharing this part of your daily life with him 🥺💘💞💞💖 invites you over to do masks with his grandma 😘

atsumu yeah he gets his beautiful skin from his mom and literally everything else because his mom is 🌸✨in both personality and looks. exfoliates three to four times a week and still looks amazing so you really have to wonder what his skin is doing and what yours isn’t 😔

when he finds the products that work™️ for him (kudos to you), he genuinely cannot stop admiring the shine of his skin after someone points it out he’s all 👁👃👁✨ and calls you up “babe ‘m beautiful did’ja know look at me look” 😐 likes to do skincare routines together but rushes through his so that he can do other stuff with you 😭💗💖💕 hates it when you push him away and don’t let him kiss you while your products are settling 🥺☹️💔

osamu my guy here is also blessed with naturally occurring bacteria that gives him beautiful skin like life rlly isn’t fair 😟😟 he doesn’t know much but lets you do whatever and loves loves loves it when you put all the products on him 🥺❤️ sits down between your legs all 💗🐶💗 prefers mud masks over sheet ones and likes to smear yours on for u 🥰

he comes to love skincare, not as much as you but enjoys how his face feels after he’s all moisturized and such. though he never remembers sunscreen so please carry some with you 😭 he buys you snacks and sneaks kisses while u wait for your products to settle on ur face 💖💖 uses a jade roller in the mornings as he checks his phone because it feels nice 👍✨✨

suna sensitive skin but relatively normal in terms of oiliness. ik he steals his younger sister’s products if they’re close in age 💀 he has very little idea how to get started so when he jumps in and tries one of yours he breaks out really bad and curses you lmfaoooo 👿👿👹🤡

ok but once he gets a decent routine in, he does his best to keep up with it and it helps!! his skin feels less tight and more supple so he might love you a little more for that 🙄🤚💖 he prefers sheet masks and lets you clip his curtain bangs to the side✨ also looks like the kinda guy who likes to sit on the balcony/patio with his mask on and soak up the sun in the mornings after you both have your sunscreen on 🌼🌼

ushijima his skin is dehydrated but he doesn’t know it, has accepted the oiliness of his skin as a symptom of his athletics 😔 he’s got a bunch of expensive luxury products given to him by his mom and she’s told him to use them but he doesn’t know what the right order is so he puts on an occlusive first before anything else 😭😭😭

genuinely appreciates you so much when you take the time to teach him about everything and even asks if you could give him some notes so that he can refer to them when you’re not by his side 🥺💗💕💖 joins you in your product endeavours and gives you succinct but helpful feedback on what he likes and doesn’t like 😤 likes to hold you while u do masks together 🌼 and rests his head on urs 😭🌸💕

tendou uses whatever he’s got at home and what his mom gets him 🤷‍♀️ spots here and there but otherwise pretty clear skin. he’s open to trying anything and everything with you because he’s just really happy to spend time with you 🥰💞💞

sits really close to you and let’s you have free reign of his face when you sleep over at his place!! he giggles a lot because it tickles but never asks you to stop 🥺💜 thanks you for helping him and making him look so pretty 🌷✨looks like he’d be allergic to propolis/honey-based ingredients...

semi handsome man…. another one that looks dehydrated to me but he’s trying just please help him 😭🤚 he’s too nervous to go skincare shopping on his own because of the sheer amount of selection available 😢 tags along with you like a little puppy when you go with him 🐶💘

i feel like he has closed comedones 🤔 he tries out your retinol and keeps up with it when you told him some people got rid of theirs using it and…… it worked 😳🌟✨ thinks you’re a skincare goddess now lmfao 😤👊 when girls in university ask him about his skin, he just calls you and puts you on speaker because “my baby worked rlly hard so she should get all the credit” 😭💖💖

sakusa i think rosacea but also wealthy parents who had access to numerous dermatologists who nipped it in the bud as soon as they saw it 🤑 anyways he’s got near perfect skin lol goes through periods of dryness and keeps a strict regimen of products 👌🌟 swears by aloe vera and keeps some with him at all times 💗

though i do think you gently push him to introduce serums and essences into his routine (which is basic, but covers all his bases). you let him experiment and he finds one from cosrx that he considers a holy grail 😳 he likes doing ur skincare routine for you and you sit on the toilet seat and grin up at him 🥰 he blushes but doesn’t look away and might or might not admit he loves to be in such close contact with you 💘💘

hoshiumi kinda brutal with the way he goes about it; it looks like he’s beating the product in 💀👊👊 uses bar soap on both his face and body and wonders why his skin is dry and tight after showers “what? doesn’t that mean you didn’t clean all the gross oil off?” 😶😐😑 u gotta start from scratch with this guy 🤐

he pays attention to you but also doesn’t and finds it a bit of a hassle to go through five different products so he settles for a really basic routine 🥱 has one really fancy bottle of serum he takes with him to games and such and goes “my girlfriend gave it to me what don’t you have something like this 🤔” before putting it on if anyone asks 💀🤚💗 a full on chad 💪

hirugami he definitely has a skincare routine…. handsome 🤤 though i think he dislikes the feeling of sheet masks on his face; they feel too goopy and he doesn’t like how slimey they are. he prefers just using a short list of serums to keep his skin healthy and plump 💖✨likes hypoallergenic and fragrance-free products 👌

had acne back in middle school and a bit in first year. feel like he goes through a flare up in third year 😇🙃 anyways he likes standing next to u in the washroom doing ur routines side by side 🥰 wears those fluffy animal ear headbands with you and puts on your lip balm for you 💓💓 his dog came up and licked u across the face one time 😭 he almost choked with how hard he was laughing at u 😔 but he helped u redo it 😭💝

[doiefy]

after party // lee taeyong

genre: celebrity au, fluff pairing: taeyong x gn. reader word count: 1.1 k warnings: alcohol

You’ve just wrapped up filming for your first full-length film—and it seems your co-star has something to say to you before it all comes to a close.

note: this is the after party for shadow, the movie taeyong and the reader featured in (i had to write this to recover from the trauma of writing the screenplay but anyways). there are very very mild spoilers, though a lot of the references might not make sense without the context of the film. 

It’s strange how vastly different your castmates are from their characters on screen.

Presently, the diligent assistant is ten drinks too far into drunken stupor, giggling to himself on the couch and having a conversation with—well, no one in particular; it’s probably just some remnant of the script still running through his brain. The alcoholic best friend to the female lead is busy coaxing water into a very drunk android, and the two sworn enemies are playing beer pong, downing cup after cup regardless of how the game is actually played. Across the room, Dejun sticks his tongue out at you, then feigns disgust when you lazily give him the finger. Dejun, he’s still the same.

And what’s stranger: sitting in a room in which all the other actors and actresses have had at least half a decade of experience in the industry. Blue Dragon winners, seasoned idols, the most eligible young talents of South Korea—although now that they’re all drunk, they could easily pass as anything else. And then there’s you. You and your first ever full-length film after dozens of short films on YouTube… it doesn’t quite register yet, that you’ve made it this far. You owe it to Dejun, you guess, for sending you a link to the auditions a couple months ago.

You sigh, downing the rest of your drink and settling back into your seat so you can take in all 1000 square feet of Mina’s apartment; you’ve been meaning to decorate your new place, and the pearly whites and golds of her living room bring all sorts of ideas to mind. You make a mental note to ask where she got that painting—

“Hey.”

You nearly lurch out of your seat, turning to see someone coming up the stairs. Your breath catches in your throat; Taeyong’s dressed in a white shirt and blacks jeans, hair swept back. Filming ended only yesterday, and yet he’s already dyed it back to its original colour. It looks good. Better than the red.

“This seat taken?”

You laugh. “You don’t see anyone else hiding up here, do you?”

The bookish assistant is a wild party animal, the alcoholic is the motherly one of the group, and the reluctant allies are actually in a long-term relationship, yet Taeyong embodies his character fully. Perfectly. The role was made for him, and when he sits down next to you, you feel as though you’re on set again, waiting for the cameras to roll. He’s charming in a quiet way, charismatic but humble, inconspicuous despite the numerous awards he has under his belt; two years ago, if someone told you you’d be acting alongside him, you likely would have passed out at the mere mention of his name.

“Parties aren’t your thing?” He asks casually, glancing over at your empty cup. He offers you one of the beers he brought up and reluctantly, you take it. You’ve only had one so far. Another will be fine.

“Trust me, I’d be passed out on the ground if I didn’t have a schedule tomorrow morning,” you tell him with a wry smile. “Showing up to ODG hungover? For an interview with kids? That sounds so wrong.”

“Nervous?”

“A little.”

He laughs. It’s a bright, cheery sound that cuts through the bass-boosted music, easing your worries a bit. A sign of unrestrained contentment, something unlike his screen character, who would surely be suppressing some sort of dark thought in this moment. “They’ll love you. I’m sure.”

“Thanks.”

You settle into a comfortable silence. Well, as silent as it’ll get anyways. Taeil has now gotten off the couch and is chasing Jungwoo around the room, yelling his lines. Yuta and Jisoo are trying to see how much beer they can put in a red solo cup before it overflows, like it’s not obvious enough. Finally, Taeyong sighs, looking over at you. Melancholically. Or maybe nervously. You can’t quite tell until he speaks, at which point you realize it’s the latter.

“Could I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He takes a sip of his drink like he’s preparing himself, screwing up courage; you’ve never seen him like this, and it worries you, what he’s about to ask.

“I haven’t really told anyone about this,” he starts, stealing a glance at you before returning his eyes to the rest of your costars. Yuta waves at him drunkenly. He waves back. “I’ve been thinking about taking a break from acting.”

You certainly weren’t prepared for that. “Oh,” is all you manage to get out, and he gives a quiet chuckle.

“No, not like that. Not because of anything—” He breaks off, laughing. “I’ve just been… thinking about doing my own writing. Directing, maybe. Nothing too grand, of course, maybe a couple of shorts.” He glances at you hopefully. “I was hoping you’d be interested.”

“Me?!”

The word is out of your mouth before you can stop it, and suddenly you wonder if you sound like the main character of some sappy teen romance, the quirky hero who doesn’t believe in themself until their rag-tagged group of friends forcibly pushes them to greatness. You must look completely caught off-guard, a deer in headlights, because he giggles a bit, patting you on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Of course,” he says and his lips quirk upwards into a coy smile, something almost cat-like. It’s cute. “You’re wonderful, _____. Give yourself more credit.” A pause. “Though don’t feel pressured to. I know this is just the start of your career, and if taking part in some small project like mine might hinder your own goals in the industry—”

“What was that about credit, Lee?” You ask teasingly. He blinks. “I’d love to. Honestly, I’m not so sure if all this big movie business is really for me. Short films and community theatre productions… that’s where it all started for me. That’s where I’ll always be.”

“Don’t hold back though,” he says. “You have potential. I mean it.”

You’ve heard it from countless representatives, countless agencies, countless other actors. Meaningless words whispered in your ear in hopes that you’ll sign a contract with them. But from Taeyong, after working with him for months, after staying up night after night rehearsing with each other, you know it’s genuine.

“Thank you, Taeyong.”

He gives a soft laugh, and before you can register what’s happening, his lips brush against your cheek. The heat rises rapidly to your face, and you turn around in surprise. He meets your eyes shyly.

“It was a pleasure working with you, ____. I look forward to doing this again.”

You smile. “Likewise.”

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Title: coward :: warm saki for the cold nights Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: Atsumu deals with heartbreak again and while doing so, receives an unexpected call that may just help bridge you two again.

notes:

someone said that my character for atsumu was differently written from most fanfiction. tbh the only fuckboy i see in haikyuu is Yuuji HASHHSSHAHA have u seen the piercing and how agressive he is. that def screams fuck boi

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Atsumu watches you walk out of his life again for the second time.

He doesn’t know what to do or why he’s here on his bed, playing with the silver ring band that he was supposed to give you six years ago after he’d been accepted in the jackals. As much as he was heartbroken by the fact that you didn’t want to get married then, he still wanted to give you a simple ring band as a promise that marriage was never the only way to get him to stick around you.

He couldn’t throw it away even after all these years.

Now that he looks at it, he’s reminded of that time you left him. The first time. 

He really thought it would hurt less this time around. It was the second time after all but it still stings especially now since it was right at his face. He lets out a bitter chuckle, ‘selfish, huh?’ he thought.

Those words were odd coming from you.

In the two year span of your relationship, you were never the selfish one. In fact, he came to the late realization that he was the selfish one between you two in the relationship. Atsumu always thought physical and loud declarations of affection were the key to a healthy relationship, mundane things like sleeping next to each other or being there everyday (hence why long distance relationships were a no go for him) but you, you took it up the notch.

It may have been your first relationship but you were better than any girl he had dated. He realized then that maybe that's why you broke up with him, because you probably thought that he didn’t care to know more about you (when in actuality he was just too scared to ask because he might lose you if he did)

The phone starts to ring and as much as he wants to ignore it again, something tells him that he should answer this unknown contact.

“...Yo, this is Daiki.”

He blinks as he hears the deep voice of the basketball player, wasn’t this supposed to be his rival? How the hell did he even get his number?

“I heard Y/N pushed you away again like before, want to grab that drink?”

Atsumu doesn’t know why he agrees right after.

They ended up at a private japanese bar, apparently they had the best saki in the whole of japan and Daiki was willing to treat him despite the high price of alcohol because of what happened between you two, “You look like shit, man.” he points out as soon as he arrived, “No offense. Then again, that’s what I looked like when Y/N first rejected me.”

Atsumu sits across him at the booth and ignores the man’s statement about his looks, “Do you still like Y/N that way? Even after she rejected you a lot?” he asks, suddenly.

“After I realized how much she liked those kid’s father. I sorta gave up.” He laughed as if it was nothing,  “He was hard to match, Y/N was begging me not to go to him to punch him in the face, she was in tears that night.”

“He’s a lucky bastard.” Atsumu spat bitterly, pouring more sake on his cup, “I’m guessing you know this guy?”

“Of course I do.” Daiki began, “Only recently though, Y/N never told anyone who the dad was. I had to figure that shit out on my own.”

Atsumu stares at his drink for a moment and swirls it around, he wants to know but at the same time he doesn’t. What would he even do if he knew? Would he find him and punch the asshole in the face for doing that to you? He’s starting to get Daiki, whoever this guy was, he was impossibly hard to match.

“I want to be in her life.” Atsumu confessed, “I want to replace that bastard’s place.”

Daiki’s eyes crinkle in utter amusement, just how long was this cat and mouse game going to play? What would happen if he told this blonde guy? Would you talk to him after he told Atsumu why you left? Would Daiki even be able to handle you leaving him?

Daiki’s take a deep breath as he ponders on that thought. He was willing to risk it though. He sees the genuineness in this guy’s eyes. From a man to a man, he could sense it. God, if only he had been a bit more pushy towards you back then about the whole tell-your-boyfriend thing, maybe you’d have it a bit easier now.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Y/N.” The blonde shrugs, the mere mention of your name stinged like the alcohol he was drinking, “I can’t force her. I can’t repeat the same mistakes I made before. Relationships were never her strongest suit and I feel like I forced it on her.”

“You didn’t.” Daiki proclaims, the basketball player ponders for a moment in deep thought, “The thing about Y/N is that she’s careful with whom she wants to be intimate with. The reason why she probably said yes was because she saw something in you but in the end…” Daiki paused, he’s not sure what to say next, this was a sensitive issue after all, “In the end, her fear got the better of her…”

“Sometimes I wish I could take it all away.” The setter quietly confessed, recalling the fear in your eyes back then made him sick. 

In the two-year relationship you had, it had always been about him. He really had the audacity to proudly proclaim that he loved you yet it seemed more like you had loved him more.

It showed when you’d quietly just hold his hand and draw small circles on it after a loss, how you’d listen to his stories without interruptions, how you’d help him out in classes that he had a hard time at, how you’d prepare a hot meal for him every night he stayed up later to train, and how you’d silently just let him snuggle on your chest after a long day. It was those little things, things he realized later on that you’d never do to other people but he was a special case.

It was always about you taking care of him and putting him first.

It wasn’t openly affectionate like the girls he had before or after you, you had your own little way.

It was always about wanting to get a physical reaction from you, he was too blinded to the fact that it was never your type of thing. 

He was the taker in the relationship, you had always been the giver.

Daiki was silent once again as he observed his devastating figure, “You really love her, don’t you?”

“I do.”  he chuckled, “People tend to call me a fuck up for that but they don’t get it. When Y/N shows a little side of her, you...you can’t stop loving her, ya know? God, when she smiled and laughed at me for the first time. I knew at that moment that I wanted to hear that beautiful sound for the rest of my life.”

It felt good to get that out of his chest for once, ‘samu would call him a sappy piece of shit if he had heard that but it was the raw truth. Every word he said, every feeling he tried to express, it was all so genuine and that’s what made everything so painful.

God, the saki was getting to him. He can’t believe he told Daiki out of all people about this.

“You said you wanted to know who the father of those kids was, right?”

Atsumu stops whatever he’s drinking and feels his ears perk up at the sound of that. Daiki looks dead serious as he downs the saki straight-up, the next few words sobers the blonde setter because it’s not what he expects.

“Y/N told me the father was her first boyfriend, a boy from tokyo university.”

Atsumu feels his heart thumping fast as he makes his way to your apartment in the dead of the night, the alcohol long gone but the words of Daiki still stinging and fresh, a father? Was that why you ran away?

Because you were pregnant with his kids?

He curses underneath his breath as he finally parks his car in front of your apartment, he’s still shaken by the sudden revelation and he feels like kicking himself, how he could’ve been so stupid? He should’ve known something was odd when you suddenly disappeared and broke up on the phone.

While he was enjoying his life as a pro, you were out there fending for the kids alone.

He shakes his head.

“...I can’t tell you why Y/N ran away, it’s better if you heard the story from her.” Daiki’s words echo in his head, “I know she placed a lot on your plate these past six years but she has her reasons, I’m not saying that you should forgive her immediately. I’m just asking you to listen.”

Atsumu gets out of his car and takes out his phone, calling the number he got from Daiki. You had never exchanged numbers even after all that had happened. Now that he noticed, you were keen on distancing yourself from him. Ever since the beginning, you were so adamant to push him out of your life in the same cold way like before. 

How could he not have noticed?

He curses himself in his head, for all the times he had to be slow, why now?

“Hello?” Your voice is groggy, signaling that you were asleep, “May I know who's on the line?”

“I’m downstairs.” he blurted out, not knowing what to say, he knows you recognize his voice, “Can we talk Y/N?”

“Miya-san? What are you?- It’s almost twelve-”

“One last time, Y/N.” He pleads, voice soft as he says your name, “Please?”

You hang up soon after, he doesn’t care if he has to stake out here in his car for the whole night and wait for you to come down in the morning. Right now, all that matters is you.

Only you.

Thankfully, he doesn’t need to do that since he sees you going out of your apartment a few moments later in a large black coat with mismatched socks, if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, he would’ve teased you for your unusual get-up.

“I thought I told you that I didn’t want to have anything to do with you anymore.” in contrast to your soft tone, your words are harsh and if it were the old him, he’d have back down but he knows something now. 

He takes in a deep breath and lets out a drawling sigh as he removes his scarf, “It’s cold tonight.” He observes, ignoring the harsh words you said as he inches closer to you to wrap his scarf around your neck.

“You smell like alcohol.” 

“Aomine-san and I went out for a drink.” He recounts, tying the scarf on your neck. He sucks in a deep breath before he says the following words, “You know Y/N, you never told me his name.”

“Excuse me?” You're confused by the sudden words as you try to remove the scarf but he stops you and grabs a hold of your hands instead, clasping his fingers on yours like the old times. He loved the warmth you radiated. It always felt nice.

“The name of that bastard who left you.” He stated. He’s so close to you to the point that you could smell the saki and perfume on him, hear his ragged breathing, and hear the thumping of his heart. You try to remove yourself from his grasp but you’re trapped in his stare and tight hold, “What’s his name, Y/N?”

“I told you, it’s none-”

“Just a name, Y/N.”

Silence ensued between you two and you nervously gulp down.

So it really was him.

This was now or never.

“Just for one moment, can you stop running away from me?” he begs, as he inched closer to hug you and place his head on your shoulder, “Just stop running, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me what happened and why you ran away back then, just let me love you now and be a father to those kids.”

It's silent for a moment and he feels fear engulf him again, his confidence slowly vanishing. Were you going to push him away again? 

Yet he feels you starting to tremble on his hold and something wet on his shoulders, he suddenly stands up straight to find you crying on his shoulder, “You’re so fucking stupid, did you know that?” you suddenly cried, “I literally broke up with you on the fucking phone, ran away from you-”

“Yet you never forgot me and raised those kids very well on your own.” He hummed, cutting you off as he rested his head on top of yours, still hugging you tightly. Yes, this was right, the warmth that he wanted was right here, he was finally at ease.His anxiety was slowly dwindling, “God, I should’ve tried harder to not make you feel that way before.”

“I-It’s my fault.” You stammered, “I kept doubting you and kept running from you.” 

“You must’ve been scared, sweetheart.” He murmured, cutting you off as he ignores you recounting your past ‘mistakes’ --- he wouldn’t call it mistakes though, they were the seeds of doubt that he planted on you, so he was technically at fault there, he should’ve tried harder to not make you feel that way. He should’ve been more observant ---- He buries himself on your scent and draws small circles on your back to soothe your shaking figure. You’d do this to him a lot before, it was his turn now to return all the comfort and support you gave him. 

Atsumu slowly lets go and sees you’re a mess in front of him from the red rims under your eyes to the wet cheeks to your non-stop shaking figure.

‘...You always had trouble expressing yourself naturally to people after all.’

No, it seemed like you had turned it off towards other people except your kids. Atsumu noted how strong you were towards your kids, how you tried hard to build a home for them and be the most genuine mother you could be, it breaks his heart that he wasn’t there to help and support you.

He slowly brings his hands up and softly cups your cheeks to wipe the stray tears, “I know that I can’t take all your problems and baggage away for a night but I’ll be here, Y/N. I’ll be here even if you’re annoyed, I’ll be here even if you throw me out because of the confusion you have with your feelings. I’ll stay. Permanently, no take-backs.”

You shakily lift your hands to grab a hold of his rough hands and squeeze it to make sure this is all real, that this wasn’t a dream.

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffle, taking in his warmth and basking on it, “I really told you to be selfish, for once. Why can’t you do that?”

“That’s ironic coming from you.” he mused, “You were always the giver in our relationship in your own way, you raised our kids in the best way possible. I could think of a million ways that you were the giver in our relationship and I was more of the receiver.” Atsumu chuckles at the irony as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. He feels better now that everything is out of the way, that he can finally hold you with no restrictions. The little family with you that was supposed to be a fleeting moment, was now slowly becoming a reality.

“In the end, all that matters is that I love you. It’s never changed for the past six years, Y/N. I doubt it’ll change in the long run.” he confessed, leaning in to give you a brief kiss on the temple. You feel yourself start to calm down as you rested on his chest and listen to his heart beat.

You missed that sound, the sound of home.

It takes a while for you to actually settle down and sit with your kids, Atsumu reminds you that you could take your time in the introductions, even volunteering that he could help you with it but you decided against it in the end. This was your responsibility. You still had to make up for the past six years of heartbreak you gave to the poor man and your kids.

Atsumu doesn’t shy away though, he comes by after his morning training during your lunch break to have lunch with you and even volunteers to pick up the kids after class before his nightly training.

Slow pace and baby steps as he’d like to call it.

“Jiji’s acting weird.” Yuuto frowns as he picks on his fish with his chopsticks, “He’s been hanging around us too much, kaasan.”

“Yeah!” Youta echoes, “Is he going to be like Daiki-ojisan? Is he going to be our ojisan?”

You place your chopsticks down and stare at the pair in front of you. It would be hard to explain to the pair about Atsumu and his relationship with them, you almost wanted to call the man himself to help you explain but you decided against it.

This was now or never.

“Can kaasan tell you something?” You softly ask, placing your chopsticks down, the steamed fish long forgotten.

“What is it, kaasan?” Youta asks innocently, tilting his head just a bit, “Did jiji do something again? Should me and yu do something about it?”

“No,” you shake your head, “It’s...It’s about your otosan…”

Silence enveloped the table, the boys never talked about their father in front of you because they noticed how sad you’d be by the mere mention of their father yet that didn’t stop them from asking around your close circle of friends like Atsumu and Daiki. Did you find out about their interest? Were they going to be scolded?

“I...I want to introduce him to you…” You slowly began, “he...he’s come home…”

Youta and Yuuto’s eyes widen immediately, “He? He has?” Yuuto suddenly exclaimed, standing up from his chair. You could detect the excitement in his eyes, “What does he look like, kaasan? Does he have the same hair as us? Does he look like us? Did- did he get all his dreams?”

“Is he a doctor, kaasan? Or does he play sports like Daiki-ojisan and jiji?” Youta adds, wondering out loud, “Weird. We’re not that famous yet, kaasan. Is he going to be proud of us?”

You feel your heart thump and your eyes water at the question as you swallow the lump on your throat, “He’s, he’s very proud of you.” you try to blink away the tears, “In fact, your otosan was very scared because you might hate him.”

“Is that why he wasn’t able to come home?” Yuuto asks quietly, he had always been smart for his age.

You were silent for a moment and you take in a very deep breath, when they were old enough you’d tell them all about what happened, in the meantime, you’d tell them a simple explanation, “No, it was kaasan’s fault...Your otosan wasn’t able to come home because of kaasan…”

“Will...will you tell us why, kaasan?” Youta questions, you could tell that he was scared to ask that question.

“Because kaasan was scared…” You paused, trying to find the right words to explain to them, “Kaasan had you when me and your otosan was still quite young so kaasan ran away…”

“Did o-otosan not want us then?” Yuuto quivers, his lifted spirits now down, you could tell that he was trying to hold it in. You immediately had to stand up and rush to their side to comfort them, “Of course not!” You exclaimed, taking their hands and bending to their level, “It’s just, kaasan had very bad things happening around her that she had to run away.”

“Are...are the bad things gone now then, kaasan?” 

You turn to Youta whose eyes were soft and spirits down too, he seemed to have grasped the situation yet at the same time, he couldn’t get it. Maybe it was a big kids type of thing? Would he understand this all when he was older?

“Almost…” You quietly replied, you knew you still had a lot of things to fix within yourself like Atsumu had said, it’s not something you can ever get rid of but it’s never bad to take a helping hand once in a while, “Your otosan is helping me and you guys are helping me too, so they’re slowly disappearing…”

“When...when will we meet him? Our otosan?”

You’re silent for a second and you nervously tell them to wait a moment as you go to your room to take out a Polaroid, one with you and Atsumu in it. It’s an old one, taken on your last anniversary. It’s one of those memorabilia's you kept of him that you could never throw away.

You come back to the table and sit across them as you place the picture in front of them, “You’ve met him already…”

Youta’s eyes widen, “Isn’t this…”

“Jiji?” Yuuto finishes, jaw slacken.

You couldn’t tell if they were happy or disappointed at all. Their faces were bare stripped of emotion, the only thing you detected was shock.

“It was never your otosan’s fault, I…” You shakily sighed, holding in the tears, “It was mine, I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry…”

At that moment, you really didn’t know how you should face them or how you should explain it to them, you were so caught up in your fears and anxiety that you didn’t notice how soft their features became, “Will you tell us?” Youta asks.

You look them both in the eye.

“Will you tell us why where we’re older, kaasan?” Yuuto adds.

Your shaking ceased when you heard those words.

Ah yes, they were their father’s kids. Always so patient, always there to listen to you. How were you blessed with such good kids? You broke down a smile reserved just for them.

“Yes, when you’re ready and older.” You affirmed, bowing down in apology, “I hope you’ll be patient with me then.”

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Lies {Ten x Reader}

Author's Note: I wrote this in a few days and it has not been beta read so I'm more than a little sure it will have grammatical and spelling errors. I still hope you enjoy though!

Synopsis: You are hiding a big secret. A secret that, to keep hidden, you continuously lie to your boyfriend about.

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Word Count: 3600 words

Brisk, polluted air washed over the city, bringing the soft, fresh scent of morning to the land. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the city was awake, shop owners unlocking their doors, cars stuck at traffic lights, half dressed and hung over men and women doing the walk of shame. It was the same every morning. Except, this morning, there was a slight difference.

You tugged your boyfriend's jacket tighter as a soft breeze breathed across your body. You weren’t usually awake at this hour, preferring to sleep well into the morning, but today, there was too much to think about. Too much on your mind. You’d slept as long as you could, but, for once, your boyfriend's embrace was unable to lull your racing thoughts.

Life could be complicated. Just when you were starting to enjoy it, it threw you a curveball. Typically, those curveballs somehow made everything fall into place, somehow kickstarted your life in some new, better direction. This time, life had done more than throw you a curveball. It kicked you in the crotch and spit in your cereal.

Your fingers wrapped around the cool rail of the balcony and sighed. Worries and fears rushed through your mind. How were you going to tell Ten? How were you going to tell your family and his? How did you even feel about all of this?

A hand dropped down to your stomach, still aching and cramping from the early morning sickness. Your eyes shut. This was the last thing you needed. Yet here you were.

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“Are you sure? You could just be late this time,” your best friend had asked.

You weren’t. All you were certain of was it had been two weeks since you were supposed to get your period and it still hadn’t shown up. Now, you didn’t like bleeding from your lady bits, but it was always a sure sign that your uterus was perfectly unhappy without a fertilized egg nestled inside its warm walls. Without a bloody hissy fit producing a murder scene in your pants and with some sort of stomach virus churning up your guts, you were beginning to get worried.

“Have you been to the doctor?” she asked.

“Yeah right, they’d call here and Ten would somehow end up answering and find out the truth from some middle-aged balding guy instead of me!”

She raised her hands in surrender.

“Then… a drugstore test?” she asked.

“How? I’d end up using my credit card and when he pays the bill, he’d see a weird charge and ask me about it, then I’d have to tell him after he’d backed me into a corner!”

She sighed, clearly getting annoyed.

“Do you want me to get it for you?”

You paused a moment to think, a smile blossoming across your face.

“That’d be great!”

She let out a groan and slid up off the couch, grabbing her purse.

“If you are, I get to name it,” she declared before marching out of your apartment.

As her car started and back out of the driveway, you grabbed your favorite blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you, burrowing yourself deeper into the fuzzy softness as your stomach twisted in knots. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, praying for a good answer, but the issue was, you had no idea what answer you truly wanted.

On one hand, you loved Ten with all your heart and would jump at the chance of having a family with him. On the other, he was an idol. He was an idol in NCT no less that was constantly traveling back and forth between South Korea and China for promotions. He was busy. His career was just getting good. Something like this could, not only change your life, but alter his forever.

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It hadn’t taken long for your best friend to get back from the pharmacy. It was only right down the road after all. Still, as soon as she stepped in the door, holding up a bag filled with packages of sticks that could show your future and alter your life, you tightened the blanket around you. Did you even want to know?

She sat down on the edge of the couch seeming to read your mind as she brought a hand up to softly stroke over your shoulder. Her gaze softened. You knew she understood. It wasn’t long ago that she’d also had a pregnancy scare which had resulted in simply being food poisoning.

You doubted that was the case this time.

“It’ll be better once you know. Then, there’s no longer the lingering curiosity and fear,” she encouraged softly.

She was right. You knew that, but nothing could stop the anxiety from pooling in your stomach as you cast your eyes at the shopping bag.

“How many did you get?” you asked.

“Five. Just to be certain,” she said softly.

With a nod and a deep breath, you reached for the bag still resting in her hand. You carried it to the bathroom, locking the door. You knew she wouldn’t barge in on you, but as shuddered breaths fell from your lips, you knew you needed to do this next part completely alone.

You unpackaged each of the tests and lined them up in an easily accessible row.

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Eight minutes later, you sat on the bathroom floor, back pressed against the door as your eyes sharply watched the timer on your phone count down. Your chest clenched at the last few seconds before it dinged in your hand, signaling time was up. The tests were ready and, once you looked at the results, you would finally have answers, answers you possibly didn’t want.

“Deep breaths, (y/n),” you whispered to yourself.

You shut your timer off and eased yourself off the floor, hands trembling as you reached for the closest plastic stick. What were you even hoping for?

Your fingers closed around the plastic and your eyes closed, breath becoming shallow. Just a few more seconds. Few more seconds of ignorant bliss before you would be forced to learn the truth.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and opened your eyes, two pink lines on the stick greeting you.

The test fell from your hands as your body crumpled to the ground, tears spilling from your eyes and cascading down your face.

“(y/n)?” your best friend asked.

You didn’t respond. Your body shuddered as silent sobs racked through your body. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy or that you’d never dreamed of having a family, you just never expected it to happen like this, especially when you could not only ruin your life, but the life of a child and your boyfriends.

It was a few extra minutes before you were finally able to pull yourself off the floor and unlock the door. Your best friend gaped at your teary eyes, face etched with worry, but she opened her arms and you dropped into them, wrapping your arms around her tightly and clinging to her.

“It… It was… p-positive,” you stammered.

She squeezed you tightly, hands rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m pregnant…”

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By sheer luck, Ten hadn’t come home that night, choosing to stay at the WayV dorm with Hendery and Xiaojun who, according to Ten, were distraught and upset that they didn’t get to see Ten every day anymore.

His absence had allowed you time to dispose of the tests, all of which read positive, burying them in the trash and making a mental note to take the trash out the next day. You’d also had time to calm yourself down enough to make a decision.

Getting rid of the baby wasn’t an option. You loved children. You’d always loved the prospects of having a child. Even if Ten wanted nothing to do with you or the child, you were not going to simply get rid of it. If he left and you decided you couldn’t do it on your own, you would check yourself into a facility that would help you and give the baby up for adoption. If you thought you could handle it, you would raise your own child. Because no matter what Ten said, you still had your own choices to make.

That night, you had settled down with a sappy romance movie and a bowl of ice cream, curled up in one of Ten’s shirts in bed, preparing to tell him the next day.

However, that day would never come.

As the next day rolled around, you had put off telling him and, as the days ticked by, you kept making excuses not to. Pretty soon, you’d hit the three month mark with a healthy baby and your flat stomach was starting to expand. You’d always worn baggier shirts so, covering up wasn’t a big deal, but the constant sickness and cravings were getting harder to hide.

Arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to jump, thoughts evaporating into the chilly air.

“What are you doing up so early?” he whispered sleepily against your ear, a chill running down your spine.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you calmly responded.

He hummed against your ear and squeezed you a little closer. You winced as his arms tightened around your stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.

“I’m still getting over this virus, I guess,” you lied.

Ten was an attentive man, so when he noticed how often you were getting sick, in the mornings specifically, he had immediately asked you about it. Being on the spot and not quite ready to tell him the truth, you’d lied that you’d been hanging around a friend with the stomach virus and they must have given it to you. He had bought it, insisting that you go to the doctor if it got worse, but you had declined. Now, weeks after you’d first lied, as your sickness continued, Ten was becoming more freaked out, begging you to go to the hospital, convinced that you were dying.

Not wanting to admit that you’d been lying, and slightly concerned that, even three months into your pregnancy, you were still getting sick, you had waited until Ten was doing promotions before going to your doctor.

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“It’s nice to see you again, Ms. (y/l/n), how have you been feeling?” your doctor, Dr. Byun asked, taking a seat on the plush stool by the laptop.

“I’ve been alright. Just concerned. I know I’m around three months, but I would have thought the morning sickness would have ceased by now…”

He let out a hum and pulled your chart up on your laptop.

“Your last check-up was two weeks ago. Did they do an ultrasound? I’m not seeing it in here.”

You shook your head.

“Alright, so that’s the first step. I will tell you that morning sickness at three months usually goes away, but it is completely common and natural for some women to experience sickness well after that,” he responded.

You let out a sigh. Ten would never buy it if you told him your throwing up was completely normal. But you nodded and he stepped from the room to get a nurse to set up an ultrasound.

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After the ultrasound, Dr. Byun came back, holding his notes.

“It looks like everything is normal. It’s possible that the baby is simply rejecting some of the nutrients given. I know oftentimes during pregnancy, the baby craves sweets, junk-food, or other things, but I would recommend trying to eat as many fruits and vegetables as possible. This will help give the baby nutrients and hopefully quell the sickness. However, I am going to send your blood-work to the labs and see if there is anything else going on.”

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That had been a week ago and still, even with extra vegetables and well-balanced meals, the sickness persisted, and with it, grew Ten’s worry.

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital if it keeps getting worse,” he suggested, mumbling against your ear.

You shook your head.

“I trust Dr. Byun. He says it can be normal when the ba- I mean, when the immune system needs a little extra nutrients,” you answered.

He didn’t respond for a long moment, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Did Dr. Byun ever call you back with your bloodwork results?” he asked.

You shook your head. It was the truth. Sort of.

You really did feel bad for lying to him. It never was your intention, but the longer you kept your secret, the harder it got to tell him. Part of you wished you’d just come clean the day he’d gotten home so, you’d at least know how he felt and whether or not you’d be doing it alone. The other part of you was terrified the moment you told him that you’d be giving him up.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, lips touching your skin in a soft kiss that made you shudder in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered against your skin.

Your heart melted. If he truly loved you, would he stay? Would he understand why you lied? Would he accept you and the baby as his?

Suddenly, you felt brave enough to come clean. No matter what, you were confident that love would prevail.

“Ten I-”

You were cut off as his phone began to ring.

He sighed, letting his head drop onto your shoulder before reaching into his pajamas pants to retrieve his phone.

“Hello?”

You couldn’t hear who was on the other end, but it was definitely Kun or their manager.

“Now?” he asked.

His nose crinkled in annoyance.

“But (y/n)’s still sick!”

A huff fell from his lips.

“Fine,” he growled into the receiver, hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his pocket, eyes fixing hard on the railing.

“I have to go. Some stupid radio show decided last minute they want us there and we can’t get out of it now,” he grumbled.

You turned around, your courage disappearing as you placed a soft hand on his cheek.

“It’s alright baby. Go, I’ll be here when you get back,” you spoke softly.

He leaned his cheek against your hand, leaning his face closer to press a gentle kiss to your wrist. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“I’ll be home after lunch,” he promised.

With that, he hurried back inside.

You watched him disappear into your shared bedroom before facing the city again. The sun was now almost all the way over the horizon.

Would Ten still kiss you like that if he knew?

Your heart clinched heavily in your chest.

Would you be able to live without him if he left?

Ten’s POV

Something wasn’t right. Ten knew that. What he didn’t know was what. (Y/n) had been sick for several weeks and, despite her reassurance that everything was “normal” and “fine,” he couldn’t shake the notion that you were lying about something.

As his car pulled up to the WayV dorm where their manager would be picking them up, he glanced down at his phone. He had been expecting to see you in his background, smiling blissfully, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever by the lake they’d visited over the summer, right before you’d gotten sick. What he saw instead was himself, grinning and holding a small cupcake with purple icing, a single lit candle waiting to be blown out. The picture you’d taken on his birthday.

Confused, he turned the phone over in his hand and shook his head in minor annoyance at the cute little stickers of Ten and the other members of WayV stuck on the clear phone case. Your phone case.

He must have accidentally taken your phone rather than his own in his rush to get dressed and get to the dorm.

A small laugh bubbled to his throat. He knew getting matching phones and phone cases would end up being a bad idea, but you had insisted.

The phone vibrated in his hand and he laughed as his own name popped onto the screen.

From Ten<3: Babe, you took my phone instead :D

Ten shook his head.

To Ten<3: guess you’ll have to forward me updates from everyone today!

From Ten<3: Or I could keep them all to myself and “forget” to tell you

He sent back a laughing emoji and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. He stepped out of his car as the large van meant to take them to the radio show pulled up. He waved to the manager driving and laughed to himself as YangYang led the way sprinting from the building, Lucas and Hendery hot on his heels.

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It was in the middle of the show that Ten felt the phone buzzing in his pocket. As Lucas energetically retold the story of how he’d managed to pull off a prank on Kun and WinWin, Ten discreetly pulled the phone from his pocket. Dr. Byun flashed across the screen and Ten’s heart quickened. On one hand, he wanted to respect your privacy and not answer the call. On the other, he desperately wanted some answers.

“We’re going to take a quick break! We’ll be right back!” the host said over the speaker.

That was all the answer Ten needed to hear.

He clicked the green answer button and pressed his phone to his ear, quickly making his way out of the room before anyone could question him.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Byun, is Ms. (y/l/n) nearby?” he asked.

“She isn’t but I’m her boyfriend. I can take a message.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ten knew he shouldn’t have said them, but part of him couldn’t help being curious, his gut too filled with worry to think rationally.

“I’m calling to let her know we got her results back. Her sickness is being caused by an anemia that sometimes has the effect on women carrying children. The fetus isn’t getting enough protein nutrients. We’d recommend she eat more red meat and add anemia vitamins to her prenatal vitamins. If the sickness doesn’t stop in two weeks, she should come back in for another visit,” he said.

The phone dropped from Ten’s hand, hitting the floor hard. His eyes were wide, hands shaking. His left knee gave out first, buckling beneath his weight. He clutched the wall for support.

“Ten!”

Kun’s voice barely reached his ears as his heart pounded.

The leaders arms wrapped around Ten’s middle, leading him to lean against him as Kun held him up.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you feeling faint?”

Ten didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall.

Pregnant. That’s why you kept throwing up…

Your POV

The moment you’d noticed you were left with Ten’s phone, anxiety pooled in your stomach. You had no idea when Dr. Byun was going to call or whether Ten would answer. Dr. Byun telling Ten the truth was not exactly the best way for him to find out. Especially since you’d been lying to him.

The minute the door to your shared apartment flew open, slamming hard against the wall, your hands began to shake.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me?!” he snapped as soon as he rounded the corner.

His face was red with anger, a sight you weren’t used to seeing. Ten didn’t get angry a lot. And when he did, he often had good outlets, like dance, to vent his anger.

He yanked your phone out of his pocket and threw it on the couch, making you flinch.

“You lied to me! For months! Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” he seethed.

Yours eyes glazed as they met his, tears gathering, but you blinked, refusing to let them fall when his anger was your fault to begin with.

“I-I… I was afraid… I didn’t want to lose you…”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you wanted to take them back. His face fell. His arms tumbled precariously to his side. Tears gathered in his own eyes, escaping and cascading slowly down his face.

Ten didn’t cry often. His pride prevented it. Watching his shoulders begin to tremble and shake had guilt gripping at your heart tightly.

“Did I not prove my love to you enough?” he asked, voice stammering.

You stared at him for a moment before sliding yourself off the couch and wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders.

“I know you love me baby. But… your career… I was afraid you’d leave me… leave us… because I was holding you back from this…”

It was a long moment before he responded.

His hands cupped your face gently, brushing away the tears you hadn’t realized were beginning to fall.

“My career is important. I love being in WayV, but you always come first. And now, you and the baby come first,” he spoke softly.

He trailed his hand down to softly rest it on your stomach. A water smile spread across your face.

“You’re going to have to do a lot of the parenting alone. So I’ll understand if you want to leave me to find the baby a father that will be there to help you. Otherwise, I’m with you all the way.”

You brought your gaze to his, searching his eyes for jokes or laughter. Finding none, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you.

“Our baby could have no better father than you,” you whispered softly.

He pressed his lips delicately to yours, drawing you in closer and holding you against him.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you.”