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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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I know i said i stop at 4 (sorry!) but i have had another headcannon request for Haruomi and Chisei on how they will react once they fallen for an girl they like,how long they take to tell them,how they dates go and whats there love language (i have ideas on Haruomi's <3 but i would like to know what you will think!)

Writer's corner: You don't have to apologize, sweetheart! I'm more than happy to receive more requests, even if I take some time before posting them (I'm sorry!!). Anyway of course! Here's some relationship headcanons for our dear bois! Tell me if there's something you want me to fix or change, please! Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw

武雷管𝓑𝓤𝓡𝓐𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓝⭐𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬⭐

⭐Well, it's said that Haruomi has a lot of difficulties communicating and in general expressing his own feelings to people around him..

⭐Unless it's through music, Haruomi can be very misunderstood and seem unfriendly and cold at first

⭐Though he's actually a warm and caring man who has a very sad trauma..

⭐So that's why I think he would take a little bit more than Chisei to confess to his crush

⭐But I don't think he would use his words, BUT his lyrics

⭐Yeah, he would write a song for his crush and then would plan to sing it to her.. Of course in private!!

⭐That's how I think he would confess to mc, surprising her and proving that deep inside he's a warm man

⭐Also about his love language.. well.. since he's a very introverted man- contrary to Chisei- I feel like his main love language wouldn't be the physical one, but the caring actions one!

⭐I think he would prefer to keep physical affection for private situations (so he wouldn't be for PDA, but for a more private sessions of cuddle)

⭐He would definitely let mc caressing his hair, while laying his head on mc's lap adorably after a stressful day

⭐But Haruomi would also be the dominant one sometimes, for sure!

⭐I think it would depend on how he feels at the moment cuddle time arrives!

⭐While about the dates..

⭐I'm sure Haruomi wouldn't opt for something so basical like bringing mc to a restaurant or cooking her something at Raimentei..

⭐...because he would have already daily done it!

⭐On the contrary I'm sure he would organize something romantic, in a place where he can be alone with her

⭐Like bringing her to the park or to the beach at the sunset and then having a kind of picnic

⭐Or maybe even something simpler but more adorable and intimate too, like staying home and watching a movie together

⭐In general I think he would prefer evening dates, not daily ones.

⭐Haruomi would appreciate feeling mc closer to him, especially when he feels like he's alone due to his trauma.

⭐Also, about pet names... I don't know if he would use any, actually

⭐I picture him using mc's name or basic pet names like babe.. nothing more, though.

⭐As an introverted and cold rapper, don't expect sweet words coming from his mouth, unless he's rapping/singing..

⭐But cute caring actions, instead, like helping you with everything- or preparing your lunch/dinner daringly

⭐Haruomi would be the one to dry her hair or to take care of her while you have a fever

⭐He would treat mc like a mum would, in my opinion, showing her his love and care for her through small actions

⭐Mc would never doubt about the truthfulness of Haruomi's feelings, even if he's cold and look kind of unfriendly..

⭐"Oh.. mc, babe.. you've come back.. dinner is ready.. huh? no need to thank me, y'know.."

⭐Contrary to Haruomi, Chisei looks extroverted and friendly

⭐Especially while smiling and showing his cute fangs, guys.. you cannot think he's a bad person!

⭐Since I picture him as an extroverted person, I really imagine him being quite energetic too

⭐I think so also because it's said that he used to be a basketball player, soo..

⭐Since players (and in general sports people) are strong and energetic, I cannot imagine Chisei being the calm type of guy..

⭐On the contrary, I headcanon him being not chaotic, but energetic enough to cheer people up!

⭐Contrary to Haruomi, then, Chisei would be direct with his words and actions

⭐I bet he would feel nervous to confess his feelings towards mc at first..

⭐But he would get enough courage to do it anyway, without wasting much time!

⭐Once he's sure he likes her in that way, then he wouldn't hesitate but confess his feelings, even in the simplest way ever..

⭐...like going to her and explaining his feelings, using his words.

⭐He would be direct, in short, while talking to mc, even holding her hands too

⭐Because I think Chisei would enjoy cuddles and physical affection a lot!

⭐It'd be his love language most of the time (so he'd be pro to PDA)

⭐Just imagine him walking around with mc while holding her hand and occasionally kissing her forehead, without being ashamed to show to people around his feelings for her

⭐What I think he would love the best is sitting and then holding mc between his arms while letting her head leaning on his own chest. Since Chisei is tall, I think he would enjoy this way to hug mc, especially if she's smaller. He would fangirl deep down, like... "Oh my- she's so adorable! So small.. so cute!!", while smiling showing his cute fangs in the hug

⭐As for dates, well.. I think he would enjoy daily ones!

⭐I don't know why, but I feel Chisei would be the adventurous type of boyfriend, planning to go and wait for mc outside her house and then bring her to places like malls or concerts

⭐Contrary to Haruomi, I feel like he would prefer chaotic but fun places, like even themed parks

⭐I can already imagine him getting on the rollercoaster with mc and screaming all the time happily

⭐100% he'd be the type of boyfriend buying mc cotton candy or plushies, especially if she's small, so he can affectionately mock her for being as small as a baby.

⭐I think mc would never get bored hanging out with Chisei!

⭐He would be the type of guy challenging her in games at the themed park, like those with guns and cans! All of these while laughing adorably, showing his emotions without any problem and proving mc that he has always fun time with her!

⭐As for expressing his feelings, he would do it freely and random. Like, while mc is studying/working from home, he would hug her and whisper: "I love you... A lot, a lot!"

⭐100% the type of guy who would use a pet name to affectionately mock mc!- not the basical ones, in short..

⭐"Aw.. I love you, my cute and small plush! Hey, it's not my fault if you feel soft while hugging.. aw!"

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springbreezes-and-peonies · 2 months

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*Slides you a blank check for the remaining ask game options* no pressure though! /gen I’m happy to give you an excuse to talk more about Peony 👍

Ohhhh boy you did it now! Wait…you guys are getting paid for this? Lol anyway! Here we go! All the unanswered Peony asks for ya!

🪐—Peony is from Planet Popstar! She is a Floralian moth-kind specifically and as such is from the sky kingdom of Floralia. She has lived on a small sky island on the outskirts of the Floralian archipelago all her life, she drifted there, carried by a gentle breeze as a little baby caterpillar and the island and its flora are all she has ever known. It is a neglected and ignored island in terms of the Floralian kingdom and the monarchy has never taken much interest in it…so far 👀👀👀

⚔️—Peony fights with her magic when she has to, so vines to hold and whip and entangle, sharp leaves and petals to cut and blow around like the leaf tornado ability Kirby gets with the leaf copy ability, and other such attacks. She can use her magic when in need, to generate a large, thick, flower petal shield, but she has no weapon per se like Meta Knight, Dedede, and BanDee.

🪽—Peony absolutely can fly, she has magical moth wings that I’m trying to make more clear in my drawings are transparent and magical in quality and she usually only summons them when she needs them to fly, otherwise they are not visible. If touched, they would, despite their transparent nature, feel soft and velvety like a moth’s wings and scatter sparkling, powdery, scales around.

🥘—Peony’s diet is a lot of fruits and honeys and nectars. She really loves bread with honey, it’s a huge comfort for her, and when Taranza introduces her to teas, she absolutely adores them. They are so soothing and warm she can’t get enough for a time. And when he shows her REAL pastries she falls even more in love lol If absorbed by the cook ability she’d drop a Strawberry Shortcake! 🍰

☀️—Peony is in no rush in the morning since her time for really longest time ever is her own, and so she really only manages it based on what SHE wants to do and accomplish. She takes her time waking up and getting ready, combs through her curls, and gets ready to water and tend all her plants. For breakfast she’ll usually have whatever fruits are currently growing in her garden and just go.

🎶—Peony cannot play any instruments, surrounded by plants it’s not something they would be able to really teach her. I do like to think Taranza teaches her piano at some point because that’s just very sweet to me 🥺. She CAN naturally sing pretty well though! This isn’t part of the ask but my headcanon voice for her is Kira from The Dark Crystal so if you’ve ever seen that film, that’s how she sounds and sings. I feel like if she had a battle theme it would probably sound somewhat similar to the instrumental bits of Evanescence’s Imaginary, good song for her in general, same with October by them too. ALSO Thursday by Asobi Seksu, specifically the Olympic Studios version is a song I HEAVILY listen to when drawing or writing for her so if interested in personality of her character and whatnot through music check that song out specifically. I actually have a whole playlist for her on my blog somewhere, it’s a lot of music I use to think up stuff for her!

💌—Despite the trauma of her first relationship and friendship being an entirely fake ruse by Dark Matter to gain her trust in order to possess her, Peony is STILL a very friendly person who wants to form friendships and a loving bond with others and she can’t help but put herself out there and try to make new friends when she encounters new people. She is very friendly, affectionate, and extroverted, and her not understanding social cues and graces, is pretty touchy-feely, huggy until told not to be then she listens immediately. The more ingratiated with others she becomes, the more this behavior changes and fades except around those who like and appreciate such things. So she is a social butterfly, or rather a social moth lol she loves the company of others, and being alone for so long, it’s something she craves above everything else.

⚙️—She has little to no knowledge of the ancients, though what she learns does interest her and makes her curious to an extent, it’s not really a fixation of hers. She has no connections to them either.

🍨—For Peony the mech would be one of the jet type designs for the flying sections, all pink and yellow with floral shaped engine fans and wings shaped and colored like her own. It would shoot seed pod looking missiles!

🪞—Peony does have a mirror counterpart, I’ve been meaning to draw her lately. Her color palette is more muted and dull yellow and grey instead of pink on her dress, her skin pale pink and her hair very dusty pink. Her bangs look sort of like the Pokemon Hattena’s in that they’re over grown and curl over her eyes, covering them up. Her wings are black and gold. She is lonely, apathetic, cold, and distant from her social neglect. She does not care for others like Peony does and in fact, does not care much for herself anymore either. Whatever mirror world equivalent to Peony’s Dark Matter possession was visited upon Shadow Peony effected her far more deeply and changed her far more fundamentally. I got asked a couple of times if like Peony is with Taranza, is Shadow Peony seeing Dark Taranza and I haven’t fully decided but if she were the relationship would be very unhealthy. Shadow Peony is apathetic but very codependent in a very unhealthy way. She would latch onto even false affection even knowing it was false and Dark Taranza being the embodiment of Taranza’s grief over Sectonia’s death given form would never be able to truly love her back, but certainly would see a willing puppet he could use to attempt bring Sectonia back to life, or drown Taranza in his grief. I don’t think Peony would at all get along with Shadow Peony and would be very disturbed by her, but would also feel a lot of pity and sorrow for her, recognizing her for what she is, a reflection of her loneliness and trauma.

♟️—Unfortunately for Peony, she does get possessed easily and has been possessed before (it is part of her backstory which is pinned on my page). I think she DOES train herself with Taranza’s help as he is able to possess others and understands how it works, to build up a resistance to possession as it is something she fears happening to her again greatly.

🦁—Peony is already sort of an animal person, if she were a normal animal in our world she’d be a rosy maple moth.

🕰️—I will actually have to draw this VERY soon as it’s been heavily on my mind lol but her Dream Gears version would have a big, puffy dress with arches pinned up by flowers, one of those fancy, Victorian wide-brimmed hats decorated with flowers that you tie under your chin to keep on, and more lacy looking gloves. I’ll really have to draw it to give the full picture tbh but it’s in my brain lol. She would be a botanist of course.

🛡️—Peony would pick beam mage for sure, which I also should draw lol

🦋—Peony fears death about as much as the average person and doesn’t often dwell on her own mortality unless it becomes pressing in the moment. This fusion with the Morpho butterfly I really can’t much describe and will likely have to draw. Her eyes would be white voids instead of pink though and the Morpho sword would look more like her antennae than its typical orange look.

🍒—Out of all the Dream Friends she easily gets along with Taranza the most. She is in love with him, and adores him so much. But other than him, she gets along with the main four especially well, and especially Kirby considering he saved her life. She loves how happy and kyoot and squishy he is and he always likes her hugs. Dream friends she doesn’t really get along with are Dark Meta Knight for obvious evil mirror reasons and Susie for a time because her personality is more cold and corporate than Peony can easily adjust to.

And hey WOW that’s all of them! It was so much fun! Lol I’ll have do this again if another one pops up! Or try to make one of my own 👀👀

Thank you for everyone who participated!! This was so much fun fr

🌸🌷🕸️🌷🌸

#kirby oc #hoshi no kirby #Kirby #kirby oc ask game #kirby taranza #kirby OC asks #taranza x oc #peony baby 🥺🥹#Kirby OC peony #this was so fucking funny #thank you again everyone for your asks #now I have so many drawing ideas

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lonelyinkcap · 7 days

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unsent letters

i forget how much i think about you

how you were the only one i had

sort of

and i was

the same to you

not by choice

im sure if we had better options

we never wouldve met

im not sure you positively impacted my life

after a year

i still dont know what to think

you told me things

i wasnt ready to hear

but it feels awful

to know how much i hurt you

because

even if it was circumstancial

and it wasnt all my fault

i was still the only one there

and i left you

i think if we met today

we might be better friends

ive learned some lessons

hopefully improved

id try harder

if we saw each other again

i know ill never know

all that you dealt with

i know we hurt each other

but you arent ready to recognize that yet

you werent ready

in seventh grade

when you asked me out

you knew i didnt like girls

you knew i didnt like you

you hated me

at first

thought i had a crush

on my only friend

she was yours too

you knew you didnt have a chance

but you asked

because thats just what you did

i said id think about it

i wasnt sure

i didnt want

to ruin my social life

a couple weeks in at a new school

you asked me again the next day

if id made up my mind

i said yes

you smiled

and hugged me

and i felt happy

because you were happy

you told me not to tell anyone

you didnt want your parents

or your sister

to find out

i agreed

i wasnt ready either

the next day

we met before school

in front of the trophy case

like we did every day

you held my hand

led me out to the picnic tables

you told your friends

you called me your "girlfriend"

you knew i wasnt a girl

im not a girl

you asked me my pronouns

saw the pin on my bag

heard me say it in queer history class

i was never your girlfriend

i guess

your friends got excited

and told izzy

or you told your parents yourself

they didnt know you were bi

i suppose

it wouldnt have mattered

if youd bothered to correctly gender me

it was fine

they made us break up

i was fine

it was only

two weeks

we held hands

you leaned your head on my shoulder

i helped you take notes

none of that changed

i promised you we'd stay friends

and i felt happy

because you were happy

it was all fine

we stayed friends

we were fine as friends

seventh grade was passable

eighth rolled around

and

everything went downhill

it wasnt your fault

none of it was any one persons fault

you didnt tell me that you two started dating

until months later

and only mentioned it

because you thought i already knew

and i felt happy

because you looked happy

i dont think she was happy

and i dont think its entirely your fault

that no ones been happy with you

and id try to give you advice

say the thing everyone says

about these kinds of relationships

you need to love yourself as an individual before you can love someone else

and i would tell you

to try to take care of yourself

as an independent person

like you deserve

but id be a hypocrite

so instead

ill just hope

theres someone with you now

helping you the way i couldnt

i dont think you did anything wrong

youre just... not the best friend for me

extroverts are hard, in that way.

i want to be close with you, sometimes i still think i can be.

but im not social or outgoing enough to keep up with it all

and im not so delusional to think that it'd work out.

i do think youre lovely

and i did used to love you

im not sure how much thats faded

i still care

but im willing to move on

i know you deserve friends. you deserve respect and kindness and joy

i hope you find it, wherever your path leads you

i know we weren't a great fit. i know youre too friendly, and im too clingy and possesive. youre talkative and i get overwhelmed

but i hope youve made a home in our new community

and you have better friends who can support you the way i didnt.

you were. everything to me

i swear, that "were" isnt a bad thing. at least. its not your fault.

you were my best friend, my favorite person, my whole world

and you didnt become less important, i swear

its hard when your only friend feels miles away

when we dont talk much

and we never know what to do when we're together

i enjoy your prescence

you were the highlight of my life

probably my longest friendship

know that. you dont deserve it. when i tell you that i have someone i care about more

you are still my player two, my kalik, my tibby

i wish there was a way

for you to find better people

because i dont deserve all of your attention, when i cant give you all of mine

i wish i didnt have to burden you. i wish my problems were lighthearted. or easy. i wish i could tell you what you wanted to hear. what you want to know.

i wish my secrets didnt weigh on our friendship. i wish i wouldnt go quiet so often in conversation.

i know you wouldnt believe me when i say that you deserve better

i know you would say you dont want better. trust me you do. you dont know how good it is to have people who are able to care

i dont know what to do

because you make me want to die

you make me feel like everything i do

to try to fix myself

and to fix them

is for nothing

you dont deserve that

but i dont deserve to boil in this madness like i do every fucking day

i wish i knew how to speak up

lucky number seven

saved the best for last for you

youre everything to me

the moon and the stars

the grass and the trees and the sky

but

you deserve better than me

so ill try to shape myself

into someone deserving

of you

im trying my hardest

i think

and i know you are too

i know it isnt healthy

but its better that we take care of each other

than no one at all

i hope

i hope you find happiness

i hope that even with

everything

all of this

i hope that in the darkness you find some semblance of light

i hope i can help

thats a bit selfish of me

but i hope youre okay someday

and that you know

you are loved

#eating an inkcap #this was an...interesting one..#took me like over half an hour to write #not sure how i feel about it #im not sure how to tag this #wait um #tw forced relationship #kinda #i think #um #tw codependency #sorry theres probably more but i really cant handle re reading this right now

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years

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Stranger Things OCs

Oc Count: 8

Name: Kayla Gwyneth Nelson

Birthday: October 11, 1971

Likes: Music, both horror movies and chick flicks, dream catchers, playing piano, beaches

Dislikes: Country music, being cold, sad movies, nail polish scent, astrology

Personality: Musical, loyal, delicate, compassionate, determined

Ship: Will Byers

Extra info:

Kayla had also been taken to the upside down long before Will was and she comforted him while there. Once Hopper and Joyce got to Will he begged for them to take her as well because she was getting far too sick. After being released from the hospital she went to live with Hopper (and later Eleven). The next few seasons are her trying to deal with normal life while fighting off demogorgons etc. but goes to live with another family after Hopper is "killed"

Name: Daisy Mae Penelope Thrum

Birthday: December 3, 1971

Likes: Her records, Christmas, shopping, sleepovers, sour candy

Dislikes: Rom-coms, snoring, disloyalty, heels, hot days

Personality: Affectionate, charming, honest, introverted extrovert, intelligent

Ship: Dustin Henderson

Extra info:

Her mother loved the movie "Lil' Abner" (1959) growing up and that's where her name (Daisy Mae) comes from (she has an older sister named Appassionata after the movie as well)

Plot twist: Daisy was a test subject of Dr. Brenner’s when she was much younger, being named number 13. Despite being just a toddler (no older than two), she showed signs of shielding. Shielding can be used in the mental or physical sense; she can create a barrier around herself and/or other people so they’re safe from danger but she can also shield her mind from any control

Dr. Brenner was worried that she would become too powerful to be affected by the other children’s control. He was ready to kill her but that night someone took her away under the guard’s noses and left her on a random doorstep with a note about her powers. The woman who found her, Jacqueline Thrum, took her in and Daisy Mae now had a new name and an actual family

Since she was so young at the time, it was easy for her to forget or simply repress Dr. Brenner and the lab until she finally meets Eleven, who had heard of her lucky escape from before escaping herself

Name: Ella Ingrid Warner

Birthday: July 16, 1985

Likes: Museums, mythology of any kind, trying new things/places, video games

Dislikes: Pizza, horror games, crowded spaces, being alone

Personality: Laid back, intuitive, sensitive, caring, gentle

Ship: Steve Harrington

Extra info:

Ella is what people consider to be a background character at first like she was friends with Nancy and Barb (rip Barb) and was the only one who had seen Barb get taken to the upside down (but no one believed what she'd say) but Johnathan had obvi taken the picture and they bonded over that. She and Johnathan were just about to get together when Nancy got close to him so she kinda just became a loner. She also worked at the movie theater that Steve and co. had vandalized in s1 and her and Steve officially met when he went to redeem himself (she was the one scrubbing at it when he showed up instead of the guy) and they got close and yeah

Name: Misty Lavender Hawthorne

Birthday: April 13, 1968

Likes: Drive-ins, cherry candy, painting, upcycling, sunshine

Dislikes: Drugs, mean people, arguing, being cold, nonfiction books

Personality: Friendly, artistic, patient, logical, witty

Ship: Eddie Munson

Extra info:

Misty is a senior at Hawkins and met Eddie when a jock knocked his campaign stuff out of his hands. She picked it up then helped him take it all to the room he’d be playing DND later

On the popular hierarchy scale, she’s in that weird place that’s right in the middle of popular and unpopular. Like, she’s not best friends with the popular crowd but they like her enough to not mess with her. It’s the same with the unpopular kids

She’s just naturally friendly to everyone so no one has a grudge against her

Name: Jenna Aubrey Wilson

Birthday: January 28, 1967

Likes: Popcorn, volleyball, cartoons, tattoos, bubblegum

Dislikes: Most alcohol, clowns, math, drama, neon colors

Personality: Kind-hearted, charming, athletic, smart, people pleaser

Ship: Billy Hargrove

Extra info:

It’s a miracle!!! Billy is not dead :) !!!!!!

I don’t know if Jenna and Billy could be considered polar opposites, but it could be said that their friend groups wouldn’t normally mesh together

And yet, somehow, they got together

Not to be cliche but Jenna was the one to make Billy stop his playboy ways

Name: Wendy Olivia Thimble

Birthday: November 23, 1968

Likes: Writing, fresh air, physical touch, Queen, fun clothes

Dislikes: Sad endings, gossip, chalk, hot days, bugs

Personality: Optimistic, charming, polite, caring, easygoing

Ship: Robin Buckley

Extra info:

So Wendy is openly bisexual

But she also understands why Robin isn’t out yet so she keeps her PDA under wraps until they’re alone/with friends

She’s also similar to Misty in which she’s pretty well liked by a lot of people but it’s different because she pretty much tried her hand at every extracurricular and made friends that way

Name: Judith Carli Horowitz

Birthday: June 12, 1945

Likes: Art/painting, music (all kinds), horror movies, comfy sweaters, her nephews (and niece)

Dislikes: Bullies, classic books, long nails, planes, dolls

Personality: Artistic, intelligent, reliable, caring, easy-going

Ship: Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov

Extra info:

Judith is Joyce’s younger sister, and is a huge part of Joyce’s (and by extension, the kids’) life

She’s a professional artist, usually specializing in painting weddings or art pieces for the history museum Ella works at but she dabbles in other things. She’s actually the reason Jonathan developed an interest in photography

She’s aware of everything going on in Hawkins because she’d been introduced to Alexei since she knew Russian (she studied abroad for a year). And that’s how she met Dmitri, after Joyce broke Hopper out of prison with Murray (and Dmitri and Yuri)

Name: Ruby Amelia Briar

Birthday: March 21, 1969

Likes: Art, blanket forts, beaches, popcorn, relaxing

Dislikes: Bullies, perfection, history, clay, yelling

Personality: Artistic, dorky, reliable, funny, witty

Ship: Gareth Emerson

Extra info:

So Ruby is the daughter of the Hawkins High art teacher

She met Gareth (and by extension, the rest of Hellfire) when they commissioned her to repaint a few figurines and she was interested about them

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things ocs

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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A touchy Subject

(A/N): This is requested by an anon. It is based on this post.

Summary: Some people don’t like to be touched, which can interpreted into the wrong thing.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, but it’s only a false accusation

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨ ________________________________

“That’s why I’ll write to the NYPD they are looking for a-” Hotch wants to explain, but is cut off by a phone ringing. Everyone at the round table looks at the source aka their resident genius.

With his face turning red Spencer looks at the caller ID, immediately recognizing the number. “Uh, it’s (Y/N)’s school. I have to take this?” It’s more a question directed to Aaron, who gives him a nod. Quickly the lanky man scrambles out of the conference room while accepting the call.

“Hello, Dr. Spencer Reid speaking.” “Hello Dr. Reid, this is Miss Pickett from your daughter’s elementary school. There is something I want to speak with you regarding (Y/N)’s behavior. Would it be ok, if you come in in half an hour, so we can talk?”

At that he is taken aback. His daughter’s behavior? Spencer always tried to raise a friendly and sweet girl, who is ready to help if needed. What could be possibly wrong with her? Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have a mother in her life?

A few months after (Y/N)’s birth her mother decided to move herself out of the picture, deeming herself unable to fulfill the role of a mother. Since then Spencer tries to be both a mother and a father to her, but this works not always. That’s why he is so happy she gets along with the women of the BAU, accepting them as her Aunts and female role models. (Y/N) knows she is able to go to them if there is an issue Spencer would not understand. He told her several times to not be afraid to go to them, that he won’t be mad at her.

“I’m sorry, the school wants me there to talk about (Y/N). I’m not sure what the issue is, but I think I will take her with me back, if it is ok?” The doctor looks at his boss for permission.

“It’s fine, Reid. You don’t have to come back in, your daughter is your first priority, we can manage to write the profile without you. Though I think Garcia would be happy to see her, the last case was pretty intense for her. It’s best if you decide depending on the problem.” He understands Spencer’s problem, being a single father himself.

“Will do, thank you Hotch!” With encouraging words echoing out of the room he grabs his satchel and makes his way to his daughter’s school. On his path worries about his child plague his thoughts, leaving him unable to think about something, anything, different.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I have an appointment with Miss Pickett, my daughter’s teacher?” The agent tells the secretary. The friendly looking man points him to the teacher’s classroom, which is where she wanted to meet the father.

Nervously Spencer waits for the “Come in” after he knocks on the door. “Ah, Dr. Reid, thank you so much for coming on short notice. I know you have a pretty tight schedule with your work and I’m really sorry for pulling you away, but there is something important I have to talk with you about.” The more Miss Pickett, a nice woman in her mid thirties with long brown hair, talks, the worse the father feels.

“I don’t want to rush anything, Miss Pickett, but what are you talking about? What is wrong with my daughter’s behavior?”

“Dr. Reid, is there any possibility (Y/N) gets abused?” She looks him dead in the eye. Her whole demeanor tells the profiler that she takes the whole situation seriously, otherwise he would have laughed out loud. This is the most absurd thing he heard all day long and Garcia ranted to him about a fantasy video game earlier.

“With all due respect, but do you really think I would hit my daughter? No, there is no way. You know that it’s only the two of us and there is nobody else, who could do anything to her without my knowledge. What are you thinking? On which proof do you make these accusations?” There is nothing for Spencer that could indicate his daughter is being hit at home. She is a naturally curious girl, friendly, smart and sweet.

“Whenever her classmates try to give her a high five, she ducks away. When I pat her shoulder as a way to show my appreciation for her comments or work she flinches. Dr. Reid, I’m by far not a profiler, but I know as good as you that an apprehension towards touching is one of the major signs for abuse. So I need you to be honest with me: Do you abuse her?”

There is no way this is real, is the only thought Spencer can form right now. Being directly accused is something different than the underlying implication.

“Miss Pickett, I’m honest with you: Let the profilers do the profiling.” While talking he leans towards her in a threatening manner. “My daughter was never hit, is never hit and will never be hit by me or anyone else as long as I breathe. (Y/N) is apprehensive to touch like many other people, introverts for example. Just because she and her behavior doesn’t fit into your extroverted world doesn’t mean I lay a hand on her. And for your information: She loves to cuddle with me and anyone she has a deep bond with. You are only her teacher, not a person she trusts or knows well enough. I appreciate your concern, but making an accusation like that has to be funded by more than only one indicator. Now excuse me, I will sign my daughter out and take her to people, who don't pressure her into doing something she isn’t comfortable with.”

Angrily Spencer stomps out of the colorful classroom, which is the whole opposite of his current mood.

“Me again, I want to sign out (Y/N) Reid, she has math in room 23 with Mrs Muller. Should I go get her or how do you do it here?” He asks the receptionist.

“I call her teacher, she sends your daughter here, Dr. Reid. Just a moment.” Not long after this an excited “DADDY” echoes through the long hallway. A sudden force throws itself against the father’s leg.

“I didn’t know you would pick me up early!” (Y/N) tells him joyfully, happy to see her dad again. As soon as he crouches down, she throws herself into his arms. “I missed you.” It’s still hard for a second grader to grasp the concept of time.

“I missed you, too, Sweetheart. What do you think, do you want to come with me to the berau? Auntie Penelope is kind of sad and there’s nobody better at cheering her up than you!” At that she nods vehemently.

The father picks his daughter up, carrying her out of the building. On his way out he spots Miss Pickett out of the corner of his eye, who watches them closely. While (Y/N) tells her father about her day, she plays with his hair, unknowingly defeating anything her teacher said earlier.

“Daddy, do you think Auntie Penny needs a normal hug or a bear hug?”

“I think she needs two bear hugs, just to be safe.”

“Yeah, that’s good. Just to be safe.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x daughter!reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #x child!reader #fanfiction

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studiobeebo · 3 years

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~♡ Shio, Shoyu, Miso ♡~ [1/?]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Female (she/her) Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 1.9K

Genre: y’all already know it’s just gonna be fluff

A/N: so i made a lil thing sorta based off this cute thing i saw on reddit. idk what i’m doing pls don’t ask.

reblogs are greatly appreciated as they are the main way to get my works around so please consider doing so if you like it! enjoy!

When you had first met Megumi, you honestly didn’t think much of him.

Now, that’s not to say you didn’t find him attractive, but a cute guy around your age coming into the shop with a few of his friends just really wasn’t something very noteworthy in your life. You had only been helping your parents around your family owned ramen shop for about a year or so, but that was long enough to know that the general demographic was people who wanted a tasty, warm meal without having to blow too much money. Needless to say, teenagers fit that demographic fairly well.

Your shop was well known in the area, but it was by no means fancy. In fact the building was a tad bit run down, you didn’t even have any decorations or anything hanging up on the walls and the entirety of it only seated maybe thirty people, so it was clear people didn’t frequent the place because of the ambiance. No, the reason you always seemed to have a steady stream of customers was that the food was simply so good that despite the lack of an enticing atmosphere or even many food options, people couldn’t help but be drawn to it. That mashed together with your friendly family and the decent prices made for a perfect little neighborhood place to eat. So again, when a group of three slightly noisy teenagers sat themselves down at one of the bar tables on the far side of the seating area, you didn’t really have any reason to bat an eye.

“Hey welcome guys!” You put on your usual cheery customer service voice as you filled their glasses with ice water, trying not to lean into any of their personal spaces. “Your options are salt, soy, or miso ramen, with or without beef and or pork. Do you need some time to think about it or do you think you’re ready to order now?”

Like you said, there weren’t many options.

“Oh, can I get soy?! Or maybe- hm, maybe I’ll have miso…”

“You’re tasteless, miso is the worst kind.”

“I bet you’ve never even tried it, Kugisaki!”

“They’re going to need a minute to think. That bit’s hard for them.”

The taller boy with dark hair and an apparently permanent scowl on his face groaned out in annoyance, his eyes only meeting yours for a moment before he turned to yell at the other two to lower their voices. You nodded with a smile, leaving them to decide and chuckling to yourself as you moved on to ask the customers at the other tables if they were doing ok.

“Ok! Excuse me- er....crap, what was her name again Fushiguro?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know, usually you remember to ask the important stuff like that!”

The not-so-subtle arguing was enough to catch your attention as you made your way back over to the trio, your smile being a bit more genuine this time around in response to their odd yet funny dynamic.

“It’s (Y/N), sorry about that guys! So, what can I get for ya?”

The three of them listed off their orders and after you repeated them back for confirmation, you gave them a quick thumbs up before going back to the kitchen to put their orders in with your dad. Within a moment of your absence, Itadori was turning to Fushiguro with that excited puppy look that adorned his face almost 24/7.

“She’s kind of pretty, don’t you think?”

Fushiguro’s eye twitched, but luckily Kugisaki was quick to butt in with an argument of ‘How come you’re only asking him what he thinks, huh?!’. It was a simple question, but what annoyed him was the added use of ‘kind of’. Itadori was extremely simple, so the thought that he only thought you were ‘kind of’ pretty irritated him because how could Fushiguro be here doing a double take just to get a better look at your features every time you spoke to them while Itadori just barely took note of it? It was uncharacteristic, but he couldn’t disagree. He could tell you definitely had a slight air of putting on a cheery showiness for the sake of good customer service, but either way, you were...cute, and he was insistent on leaving it at that without bothering to admit to it out loud.

“I hope you both know you’re paying for yourselves.” He interrupted, hoping their argument had moved on from their waitress so that he wouldn’t be asked about his thoughts on you again.

“Eh?! Since when were you so cheap!”

“Ok guys!”

The three of them jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, simultaneously turning to see you holding up a tray with three steaming bowls of ramen sat atop of it.

“Soy with beef, soy with pork..” You listed off while setting the bowls in front of the copper haired girl and the smiley boy respectively, “And miso with no topping.” You finished, eyes flicking up to meet the dark haired boys as you placed the final bowl in front of him. It was only for a moment, but you could have sworn your saw a speckle of pink dust his cheeks before he looked away from you with a short “Thanks.”.

“Mhm, no problem.” You hummed out, scanning your eyes around the restaurant to see if you were immediately needed elsewhere before deciding to continue and indulge your interest in the three, or more specifically, your interest in the cute boy with the black hair. “So... you guys are from that traditional religious high school, right?”

The pink haired one’s eyes lit up as he struggled to finish the noodles he was halfway through slurping up so that he could speak.

“Yeah, yeah! I guess our uniforms are a giveaway..”

You laughed, leaning your back against the empty seat that sat next to them at the bar. As if you needed any further confirmation, you could tell he was the energetic extrovert of the group.

“Yeah, you don’t really see many of them around. Though I’ve heard it’s kind of a hard school to get into.”

“Pfft, maybe for normal people, it was no sweat for us.” There was that copper haired girl again with a confident look on her face as she too stopped eating to interject, though you hardly took what she said in a bad way as she didn’t seem to mean any harm from it.

“That so? Guess I’ll have to call you guys next time I’m having trouble with my classes, I swear I can barely manage the workload I get.”

“Haha I feel that, I actually started school elsewhere but I just transferred a few months ago! Oh- I’m Itadori by the way! This is Kugisaki, and Fushiguro’s the sulking rude one!”

“Hey.” Fushiguro finally stopped his eavesdropping to join in, sending a glare Itadori’s way, but he just seemed to brush it off as if he’d been under his friends' scrutiny plenty of times before. After a moment though he turned back to you, though as much as he wanted to say something to you, he didn’t really know what to say. He wasn’t like Itadori or Kugisaki who could just strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere, but while he turned over his conversational options in his head, you pushed away from where you had previously been leaning and gave a sheepish, apologetic smile that easily brought his attention away from his thoughts.

“No no you’re good- Sorry, I should be leavin’ you guys to eat anyway. Just call me over when you’re ready to pay or if you need anything, alright?” You spoke, your words being directed more towards who you now knew as ‘Fushiguro’, however it was his two friends who responded with an affirmation before going back to their meals.

Once again you were off to tend to other tables and do the other tidbits of your job, though this time your head was filled with questions galore. Did Jujutsu Tech students come into town often, or was this some special outing? What grades were the three of them in? And most importantly, you wondered if they would ever be coming back? You weren’t one to get flustered or form crushes easily, but you had to admit you were a bit taken by Fushiguro. He was cute, sure, but he had a cool, mature air about him that could make anyone be left wanting to know more about him, especially because most of the conversation you did have was with his friends and not him. However once again your mental flow was interrupted by Itadori waving you over, barely waiting for you to make your way by their side to start speaking while the three of them handed over their respective payments.

“That was crazy good, (Y/N), we’ll have to come by some time again if that’s ok!”

“It’s not like she’s the one making it, Itadori.”

“You realize that a restaurant’s whole goal is to get people to come back, right? Of course it’s ‘ok’..”

Despite Fushiguro’s matter-of-fact statement, his eyes still shifted to yours as if he secretly wanted to know if you wanted them to come back as well and the smile you gave him in return only solidified the fact that he wanted to return either way. Though of course he boiled that down to ‘The service was good and so was the food’, but part of him knew that was bullshit.

“I’d love to see you guys around again!” You said, collecting up their empty bowls as you spoke. “I work most weekends and some days after class so you should try to stop in while I’m here.”

“Hell yeah!” Itadori exclaimed as the three of them got up from their seats one after the other, Kugisaki and Itadori saying their goodbye’s as they pardoned their way through the tables and other customers to leave, though Fushiguro stayed behind for a moment, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he spoke.

“...Sorry about them, it’s practically like wrangling preschoolers whenever we aren’t on du- er, in class.”

He knew the apology wasn’t necessary and that you didn’t seem all that bothered by either of his friends’ lively personalities, but he found himself feeling a bit...left out in the fact that he had yet to really speak to you. Why he even felt compelled to speak to you in the first place was a mystery, but he figured that was one question that didn’t really need an answer for right now.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You laughed, giving another smile as you tried your hardest to not act as fidgety as you were feeling on the inside. “I mean- I’ve got friends like that too so I-“

“Excuse me?”

A polite voice cut you off halfway through your sentence and you turned to see an older woman waving you over, clearly not wanting to be rude but wanting your attention nevertheless.

“Sorry-“

“You’re fine!” You sputtered out, maybe a bit too excited as you slowly backed away from him, “I’ll see you around if you guys stop by again, huh, Fushiguro?”

His eyes widened slightly, a bit surprised by that hopeful tone to your voice before he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips and a bit of slightly shameful excitement tugging at his heart.

“Yeah, we’ll- I’ll see you around.”

#im still soft for megumi #can you tell i dont outline or Ever Know Where I'm Going With My Words #haha a.d.d. gang wya #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #also dont ask me when the next part will be #because I Never Know

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strawbeebo · 3 years

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~♡ Shio, Shoyu, Miso ♡~ [1/3]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! (She/Her) Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 1.9K

Genre: Fluff

PART 2 | PART 3

When you had first met Megumi, you honestly didn’t think much of him.

Like you said, there weren’t many options.

“Oh, can I get soy?! Or maybe- hm, maybe I’ll have miso…”

“You’re tasteless, miso is the worst kind.”

“I bet you’ve never even tried it, Kugisaki!”

“They’re going to need a minute to think. That bit’s hard for them.”

“Ok! Excuse me- er….crap, what was her name again Fushiguro?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know, usually you remember to ask the important stuff like that!”

“It’s (Y/N), sorry about that guys! So, what can I get for ya?”

“She’s kind of pretty, don’t you think?”

Fushiguro’s eye twitched, but luckily Kugisaki was quick to butt in with an argument of ‘How come you’re only asking him what he thinks, huh?!’. It was a simple question, but what annoyed him was the added use of ‘kind of’. Itadori was extremely simple, so the thought that he only thought you were ‘kind of’ pretty irritated him because how could Fushiguro be here doing a double take just to get a better look at your features every time you spoke to them while Itadori just barely took note of it? It was uncharacteristic, but he couldn’t disagree. He could tell you definitely had a slight air of putting on a cheery showiness for the sake of good customer service, but either way, you were…cute, and he was insistent on leaving it at that without bothering to admit to it out loud.

“I hope you both know you’re paying for yourselves.” He interrupted, hoping their argument had moved on from their waitress so that he wouldn’t be asked about his thoughts on you again.

“Eh?! Since when were you so cheap!”

“Ok guys!”

The three of them jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, simultaneously turning to see you holding up a tray with three steaming bowls of ramen sat atop of it.

“Mhm, no problem.” You hummed out, scanning your eyes around the restaurant to see if you were immediately needed elsewhere before deciding to continue and indulge your interest in the three, or more specifically, your interest in the cute boy with the black hair. “So… you guys are from that traditional religious high school, right?”

The pink haired one’s eyes lit up as he struggled to finish the noodles he was halfway through slurping up so that he could speak.

“Yeah, yeah! I guess our uniforms are a giveaway..”

You laughed, leaning your back against the empty seat that sat next to them at the bar. As if you needed any further confirmation, you could tell he was the energetic extrovert of the group.

“Yeah, you don’t really see many of them around. Though I’ve heard it’s kind of a hard school to get into.”

“That so? Guess I’ll have to call you guys next time I’m having trouble with my classes, I swear I can barely manage the workload I get.”

“Haha I feel that, I actually started school elsewhere but I just transferred a few months ago! Oh- I’m Itadori by the way! This is Kugisaki, and Fushiguro’s the sulking rude one!”

“Hey.” Fushiguro finally stopped his eavesdropping to join in, sending a glare Itadori’s way, but he just seemed to brush it off as if he’d been under his friends’ scrutiny plenty of times before. After a moment though he turned back to you, though as much as he wanted to say something to you, he didn’t really know what to say. He wasn’t like Itadori or Kugisaki who could just strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere, but while he turned over his conversational options in his head, you pushed away from where you had previously been leaning and gave a sheepish, apologetic smile that easily brought his attention away from his thoughts.

“That was crazy good, (Y/N), we’ll have to come by some time again if that’s ok!”

“It’s not like she’s the one making it, Itadori.”

“You realize that a restaurant’s whole goal is to get people to come back, right? Of course it’s ‘ok’..”

“…Sorry about them, it’s practically like wrangling preschoolers whenever we aren’t on du- er, in class.”

He knew the apology wasn’t necessary and that you didn’t seem all that bothered by either of his friends’ lively personalities, but he found himself feeling a bit…left out in the fact that he had yet to really speak to you. Why he even felt compelled to speak to you in the first place was a mystery, but he figured that was one question that didn’t really need an answer for right now.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You laughed, giving another smile as you tried your hardest to not act as fidgety as you were feeling on the inside. “I mean- I’ve got friends like that too so I-“

“Excuse me?”

A polite voice cut you off halfway through your sentence and you turned to see an older woman waving you over, clearly not wanting to be rude but wanting your attention nevertheless.

“Sorry-“

“You’re fine!” You sputtered out, maybe a bit too excited as you slowly backed away from him, “I’ll see you around if you guys stop by again, huh, Fushiguro?”

“Yeah, we’ll- I’ll see you around.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader

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ughgclden · 3 years

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ahhh congrats on 900 lovely!! may i get a 🎞 for dps or hp pls? i have ~wavy~ shoulder length dark brown hair and i do that annoying little thing where you put on blush to make it look like a sunburn, that mainly covers my freckles. cher horowitz & jackie burkhart are the blueprint when i dress and sometimes my friends make fun of me and call me the pink character :/ i’m passionate about musical theatre, and go to a performing arts school for such and such reason. i also really enjoy baking, doodling, archery. my personality could be described as very warm mom friend who holds ur hand when we cross the street, and worries about you after school type beat. lily evans kinnie :( i’m very loyal, and opinionated and i can be stubborn at times ( all the time babe :( ) thank you so much, and congrats again on a very well deserved 900!!! 💕

ahh thanks so so much lovely !!! of course,, i'll do both bcos i'm a fiend and love writing these things - i hope u like them !!! thanks sm for sending something in <333 i apologise about how long this is - i started writing the dps one completely forgetting i was also doing the hp one,, i have no impulse control

if you were in dead poets society..

i think the first poet you'd meet would be neil! as you're extremely passionate for musical theatre and have a talent for the performing arts, it's not surprising when you end up in a production with him. thanks to your warm personality and neil's extroverted nature and desire to make friends, it doesn't take long for you both to become friendly. he really appreciates your support and help, due to his problems with his dad and such, and thinks you give the most perfect advice. by opening night, you guys are great friends, and he's told you all about the poets who are coming along to watch him and how they'll love you. and he was definitely right, because when mr todd anderson spots you on stage, the lights hitting you just right to where you look like you're glowing, acting like it's second nature to you, his mind goes into overdrive.

after the show, he nervously asks neil about you, trying to act casual, but neil can read him like a book and instantly realises that he has a crush. he invites you over to meet his friends, paying a little extra attention to todd when he introduces the two of you. because he's a devil, he proposes that the poets and you and your friends who've come to support you all go out together - there's a local diner not too far from here that you could all head to at the weekend. everyone thinks this is a great idea, and todd is ready to kill neil. so when the weekend rolls around and you show up, he thinks you're the prettiest person he's seen, the blush on your nose adding to your overall angelic look.

it goes without saying that charlie LOVES your outfits so much - he thinks you have incredible style, and will compliment at least one of your clothing items each and every time he sees you. he will be your main hype man okay. he also definitely wants to do archery with you, because he thinks it's so so badass and he won't turn down an opportunity to add to his self proclaimed coolness.

i also think you'd get on so well with pitts - mom friends stick together, and pitts is definitely a mom friend. you're both the impulse control from the poets, having to convince charlie or knox that their 'genius' ideas are not that genius at all. the fact that you're super loyal is something all of the poets admire - they know they've found a good friend in you, and can always rely on you if they need to.

and when they find out you can bake? oh god, it's chaos. with this new found knowledge, they now desperately want to bake with you and you and pitts have to try and wrangle these overly excited boys so you can make something actually edible.

if you were in harry potter...

again, thanks to your warm nature, people are just drawn to you, so i think you'd get on well with practically everyone at hogwarts. you'd definitely be approached by a lot of the younger students who are nervous or lost, as you look approachable and kind, not intimidating like other students who tower over them and push them in the corridors.

i think you'd be closest to ginny, neville and luna. luna thinks your hair is super pretty, and is constantly placing flowers in it, sometimes even braiding them into the strands if she has time. you and ginny are both stubborn, loyal and opinionated, so you get on extremely well on that front, both enjoying sticking by your friends and standing up for yourself and what you think is right. neville loves seeing your doodles, please slide some towards him during class, it makes them more bearable for him. i can also see you being good friends with angelina johnson!

due to your friendship with angelina, it isn't long before a certain red-head starts catching feelings for you. it's george, i'm talking about george. listen, he just thinks you're super sweet, and he adores your fashion and freckles. plus, with your mom friend attitude and general care for people, how could he not begin falling for you?

BUT if we're talking the marauders era, it's only fitting you're best friends with lily, marlene, dorcas and mary. oh my god, you'd be the most iconic friendship group that everyone else would be jealous of. i'm talking late night karaoke sessions, a silencing charm cast on your dorm to avoid waking up your fellow classmates. there'd be so many hogsmeade outings, wandering around all of the different shops and just enjoying being in each other's company.

i definitely think remus would have the biggest crush on you. he isn't really sure when it started. he just remembers waking up one day with the knowledge that he likes you, and that was that. he'd be a bit apprehensive to make a move, not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings. but if you show any indication? he's jumping at the chance to ask you out

i hope these were okay babe!! like i said, im so sorry about how long they got, i've had a lot of coffee and i'm a menace when it comes to these things- but i truly hope you like them !!! thanks for sending something in, i adore your blog and the fact we're mutuals is mind-blowing <33

#ughgclden's 900 follower celebration

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tvdstelenaforever · 4 years

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Law & Lust

TVD Imagine: Enzo St. John

Premise: Y/N is new to town and finds out her new employer is a vampire, not long later things take a surprising turn.

Theme: Mature / Smut (18+)

Other: Y/N goes by she/her and is human

Word Count: 4.5k

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this smutty imagine, the idea randomly came to me so here goes nothing :-)

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It was a dark night as Y/N stood in the poorly lit alleyway, trying to find her way back home. She was new to the area and wasn’t fully acquainted with her neighbourhood. It wasn’t just a run of the mill move but an overseas one. Y/N flew from the south of England to move to the southern United States. A golden job opportunity arose that she couldn’t decline, plus she had dreamed of visiting since childhood.

Mystic Falls seemed like a dainty cute town and Y/N hoped to meet some like minded people that also liked hiking, going on spontaneous trips and eating out. Y/N wouldn’t consider herself an extrovert but she certainly enjoyed socializing in the right doses. The people here seemed friendly enough so it encouraged Y/N to mingle a little.

She was just walking back from a coffee date, well not exactly a date as such, with a sweet guy called Matt. She didn’t get his last name but didn’t care enough as she doubted she would see him again. As Y/N continued on she could hear some shuffling noises from behind. Ignoring it, believing it was some sort of animal, Y/N hurried along.

After a couple of minutes the sound renewed. Paranoid now, Y/N turned to face the source of the noise. Before she could process what was going on, she felt herself being pushed against a fence. A scream escaped her mouth as the culprit tried diving in for her exposed neck. Y/N could feel her heart beating erratically as she tried to fend for herself, to no avail. This stranger was strong.

All of a sudden Y/N could feel her aggressors grip lighten and eventually leave and came face to face with a young man instead, who had dark hair and light eyes. “Are you okay, miss?” The handsome stranger smiled. Slightly disoriented, Y/N nodded. “I can walk you to your intended destination” he offered. Usually Y/N would be wary of any stranger and decline, but this man seemed different. Honest and safe. “Okay, sure” With that the pair headed off to Y/N’s new home.

As they approached the front door the young man hesitated. Y/N noticed and smiled softly. “Thank you for walking me back home” He returned the gesture and continued with her to the door. “Goodnight darlin’, stay safe” Before letting him go, Y/N wanted to know his name. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” With a grin, he said “Enzo, Enzo St John”. As he said his last name he emphasized it with a British twang.

“Oh, you’re from England too?” Y/N asked as her face lit up. He stayed quiet for a moment but shook his head, smiling sadly. Well, that was odd Y/N thought but discarded that weird feeling she felt. “Well thanks again Enzo”. Taking a step indoors and closing the door, Y/N took a peek through the side window and there was no sight of the handsome stranger who walked her home.

Sighing, she got ready for bed and tucked herself in snugly. Eventually after pondering the earlier incident, she fell asleep.

***

The following morning Y/N went to work at her new law firm. She was excited to start this new venture. Her boss had informed her that she had a meeting first thing that a.m. With a latte in hand, she walked through the shiny doors and found her way to her boss’s door. Upon entering, she nearly dropped the cup on the floor. Y/N’s eyes widened at her new employer. The one and only Enzo. Enzo St John. Wow, she thought, perplexed.

His eyebrows raised quickly at his new employee, surprised to see it was the damsel in distress from the night before. “Y/N, uh, welcome” The sudden pause indicated his surprise and Y/N blushed involuntarily. Enzo noticed but didn’t react. He suddenly felt awkward and looked away, motioning for her to sit down. “Emily will show you around and get you acquainted with the office. If you have any questions just ask her. She’s been my assistant for over 5 years now and is incredibly efficient and sweet, so you’ll have no trouble settling in comfortably” he started. “I was very impressed by your interview notes that my colleague sent me whilst I was away on a business trip, and I look forward to working with you”. Y/N smiled and thanked Enzo for his warm welcome. As the meeting ended and Y/N got up to grab the door handle, Enzo touched her hand to stop her from leaving.

Y/N blushed again, feeling flushed. What was he doing? She thought. She bit her lip as he kept still, awaiting his next move. Instead of perusing her, he pulled away. Y/N took an intake of breath before pulling the handle, finally closing the door behind her.

Y/N was still thinking about Enzo whilst Emily gave her a tour of the office. Emily seemed nice and as if she loved her job. I guess it didn’t hurt having Enzo as her boss though. He was eye candy as well as seemingly being a gentleman. Y/N would be surprised if she found out he was single.

Once Emily’s tour was over, Y/N sat at her desk reorganizing the layout and filling the desk drawers with all her essential items. The day flew by as Y/N sifted through all the paperwork and made all the appropriate phone calls. As it was time to clock out, Y/N arrived at the elevator doors. When they opened, Enzo was face to face with her. They caught eyes and he immediately looked away. He was nervous much to Y/N’s obliviousness. All she saw was disinterest and professionalism as her eyes followed him walking away.

Y/N was lost in her thoughts as she walked home that night. It felt colder than it was so she hurried along. Y/N wanted nothing more right now than to drink a warm cup of cocoa and watch some Law and Order. Law enforcement shows were her favourite. That was the main reason for her going down the law career route. She was a while away from working with law enforcement though but this was a great step towards that. Luckily Y/N also had duel nationality with the US so she could work with the government if she ever wanted to.

Y/N was slowly starting to drift asleep as the TV hummed in the background. She finally fell unconscious as her dreams filled her mind.

***

The weekend rolled over fairly quickly and Y/N decided to go for a walk around town to get familiar with the place. Loads of people were gathered in the parks and coffee shops, the weather permitting such occasions. Y/N smiled as she breathed in the fresh morning air.

Y/N laid eyes upon the Mystic Grill and ogled at it. Boy was she hungry right now. She decided to have some brunch and relax. Pushing the doors open, Y/N accidentally bumped into Matt. “Oh, hi Y/N!” He grinned. “Hi Matt” she replied casually. “It was nice hanging out the other day. I have some friends that you may like to meet since you’re new here. I’m sure you’ll love them” Y/N smiled, he was such a kind person. It looked like he was just being friendly which was good. Enzo was constantly in her thoughts that Matt was invisible to her in that way.

Effectively Enzo was just a stranger. Now her new boss. No way were they ever going to be an item. He was classy, highly educated, owned his own law firm, and extremely attractive. Y/N felt like she was totally out of his league. Not that she was below par but nothing special.

As Y/N was assigned a table, she looked over the menu, eyes glossing over the irrelevant details. Eventually she found the perfect dish, a mushroom risotto and white wine. Once her order was placed, Y/N twiddled her thumbs.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Emily’s number popped up on the screen as the phone kept vibrating in her hand. Oh, a weekend emergency at the office? Y/N wondered. “Hi Emily!” Y/N greeted happily. “Hello Y/N, how are you? There are just a couple of things Enzo needs to go over with you quickly. Do you mind coming in as soon as possible?” Ah, Enzo needed her to come help him with something? How peculiar, especially for a weekend. “Sure, I’ll be there as soon as I’ve finished my food at the Mystic Grill. I’m literally nearby, I can be there for half an hours time”. Emily thanked her before hanging up.

The food made it’s way to Y/N quickly and she ate it promptly. She paid the bill when she was finished with her meal and headed to the office. The place was deadly silent which felt odd, Y/N was used to a busy office. Once the elevator arrived at the 3rd floor, Y/N found Enzo’s office and knocked.

He opened the door and pulled her inside. Y/N was taken by surprise at the sudden movement. As he closed the door he eyed Y/N, feeling anxious. “What did you need help for?” Y/N asked, confused. “I can’t keep this a secret anymore” Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the spot. He waltzed over to her and stared deeply into her eyes. Her eyes bore into his, completely mesmerized. It was as if she couldn’t look away.

“Y/N, don’t freak out. You’re safe and I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I promise you. I have to tell you what I am. I can’t keep this a secret from you, especially since I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since that first night we met” Enzo declared. “I, I’m a vampire” He said after a short pause. He pulled away whilst still keeping his eyes locked on hers as he suddenly bared his fangs. Y/N’s eyes widened but couldn’t move from her spot.

“When I stop compelling you, don’t run away” he said as he took her hand and squeezed lightly. Enzo finished compelling Y/N and awaited her move.

“But, how? What? I must be hallucinating!” Y/N exclaimed, heart racing at the speed of light. She did as he commanded and stayed put but wanted nothing more than to flee. She had never expected even in her wildest dreams to come into contact with a member of the supernatural. Something completely fictional. Yet not fictional at all.

“Why can’t I leave? Please, let me go” Y/N said quietly, eyes watering. Enzo could feel the fear radiating from her and wanted nothing more than to bring her in for a warm embrace. He was aching for her. “Like I said, I would never hurt you. I really like you Y/N. You’re smart, kind, intelligent, interesting, and beautiful” He said beautiful slowly, taking a deep breath.

This was everything Y/N wanted to hear before, but now that he revealed himself to be a vampire, Y/N felt scared. She wanted to believe him, but she needed space. “Please, just give me some space and time to process this”. Enzo sighed in defeat and nodded. “Okay, but please come back to me when you’re ready” He pleaded, placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead.

As soon as she could move, Y/N bolted for the door. She ran outside, ran as far as her legs could carry her and cried herself to sleep once she arrived home, curling up on the sofa.

***

Work was filled with awkward silences between Enzo and Y/N, Y/N avoiding his gaze every time she came into contact with him. One night after work, Y/N went to the Mystic Grill for a drink. Once she got to the bar she ordered a bourbon whiskey neat. After 5 minutes a friendly face appeared. Matt smiled at Y/N and took the free seat next to her.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem a little off” Matt asked worriedly. “It’s that obvious?” She laughed sadly. He squeezed her forearm and offered her a sympathetic smile. “What’s troubling you?” He asked. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I tried”. Matt felt like he understood what she was insinuating but let her continue. “Try me”. Y/N took an inhale of breath, afraid of sounding crazy.

“I found out my boss is... a vampire” Y/N cringed at how insane that sounded. “Ugh I know, you don’t believe me do you. I understand. I wouldn’t have if you told me the same thing. I feel like I’m either going crazy or I’m living in a much scarier world than I ever imagined”. Matt kept silent for a moment, and Y/N bit her lip in anticipation.

“Let’s talk somewhere a little more private” and with that he took her hand and they walked to a nearby park and sat at a lone bench. “The supernatural are real. I’ve lived among them for years, and at first I had no idea. I actually, um, really dislike them. Sadly some of my friends are supernatural but that’s just the reality of life here in Mystic Falls. People you care about most are undead or some sort of creature. Take werewolves for example”. Y/N’s ears pricked up at werewolves and gulped.

“I know this is overwhelming but you’ll get used to it. Anyway, so who’s your boss?” He asked curiously. “His name is Enzo St John”. Matt raised his eyebrows, stunned. “I know him. He used to date my friend Bonnie. He’s good friends with Damon Salvatore. He’s one person that gets on my last nerve, he knows it and uses it to his advantage. Enzo is alright, but I haven’t had much contact with the guy. If he was good enough for Bonnie then he must be okay”. Y/N took all this information in surprisingly well, Matt thought.

“I just can’t believe it, it’s just so surreal! I don’t know what to think. Also what do you mean by Enzo being okay if Bonnie dated him?” She asked curiously. “Bonnie had an aversion to vampires like me but since she’s a witch, she eventually fell for another supernatural”. Wow, Y/N thought. “There are witches too?” She said in awe.

Matt laughed, she was definitely taking this way better than he did. “Yeah... and hybrids, sirens, doppelgängers, heretics among others”. “Oh my, this is overwhelming. I think I just want to watch some TV and fall asleep” Y/N confessed. Matt nodded in agreement. “If you need anything, just call me. Take care” he said as they parted ways.

It was a few days later and Y/N was in her kitchen preparing some leftovers for dinner. There was an unexpected knock at the door. Y/N wasn’t waiting for anybody but as she opened the door she froze. It was Enzo. Y/N was starting to accept that she was walking among the undead and beyond. It was still a shock but the initial feeling wore off. She finally felt okay to be in his presence.

Y/N held open the door for Enzo to walk in but he quickly hesitated. “You can come in Enzo, I won’t bite” She said, unaware of the pun. Enzo was surprised at her casualness. He raised his eyebrows at her and she realised what she said. She laughed, for the first time in weeks.

She went back to her food whilst Enzo sat at the island. Y/N had a nice house for someone who just moved to the area. The place was already decorated and felt cozy. She definitely tried to bring her culture with her and it showed in the decor.

“Why’re you here Enzo?” Y/N wondered. “I wanted to check on you to see if you were okay”. Y/N could tell that he felt on edge. “I had a chat with Matt Donovan a few days ago and he told me everything about the supernatural, and about you and Bonnie”, Y/N said the last part a bit quieter.

Enzo’s head snapped up to look at Y/N. He wondered what Matt had told her about him and Bonnie. They were a thing of the past, a flame blown out. “We used to date, yes. But we’ve moved on. It was years ago. I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N smiled knowingly, she could relate about not wanting to talk about an ex.

“Of course, I understand” Y/N offered, feeling sympathy for the vampire. Enzo used his vampire speed to come up behind Y/N and slid his arm around her waist. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her ever so softly. “I want you” Enzo closed his eyes as he moaned into her neck. His body was pressed closely to hers, the warmth radiating from her back.

Y/N pushed her plate to the side and gripped the counter for balance. Enzo was satisfied that she was submitting to him. He slowly shoved his right hand under her skirt and rubbed circles on her clit. She moaned out, eyes closed tightly shut. “I’ve dreamed about doing this to you since we met the second time at my office” he whispered seductively. Y/N quivered under his touch and her legs felt wobbly. Enzo held on tighter and squeezed her hips.

He wanted to take her right then and there but wanted to prolong the sexual tensions. He wanted to hear Y/N moan out his name so he pushed the fabric of her panties aside and inserted a couple of fingers inside her. Y/N licked her lips as Enzo kept sliding his fingers in and out. Eventually his name escaped her lips and he smiled satisfyingly. “Does that feel good baby?” He cooed. Y/N nodded, unable to use her words. The intensity increased and Y/N gripped the counter tighter, knuckles turning white. Enzo let go and gripped her hands as he pushed his body into hers again. This time both of them let out a moan, Enzo close to Y/N’s ear. She shivered from the almost touch of his mouth to her face.

Immediately, Enzo carried Y/N bridal style upstairs to the bathroom. Y/N raised her eyebrows in question. Instead of answering her he smirked and kicked the door shut as he sat her down at the edge of the bath.

“Ever had sex in the bath?” He winked. Y/N hadn’t, and the idea turned her on. They undressed each other and Enzo caressed her cheek softly, in adoration. He gazed into her eyes for a second, looking for any hesitation. Luckily Y/N stared at his lips, biting her own seductively.

“Has anyone ever told you how incredibly sexy you are?” Enzo said with his voice hoarse. Y/N could see his erection emerging so she grabbed hold of his waist and shoved herself against his body so that their naked bodies were molded together. The unexpected motion made Enzo groan deeply. His sound made Y/N feel wet down below. She wanted him inside her asap.

Y/N climbed into the bath and laid down, arching her back and touching herself, hoping for Enzo to ravishingly devour her. He went in after her and gripped her hips to lift her onto him. As she sunk down her weight they both exhaled deeply, a soft moan escaping Y/N’s lips and a deep groan escaping Enzo’s.

Enzo moved very slowly at first, then quickened his pace. He wasn’t going quick enough for Y/N’s liking and she sighed. “I need you so bad, please go faster” Y/N moaned, eagerly awaiting more friction. “I’m the one who’s in charge here, darlin’” Enzo used that term again for the second time, but on this occasion it oozed sexiness. He kept his movement slow just to punish Y/N. She jerked her hips up, grinding hard. “Please baby...” Y/N stuttered, who was beyond desperate.

Since she was so needy, Enzo pushed into her roughly and she screamed out. She gripped his arms as he kept his rhythm fast. Y/N then wrapped her legs around his hips to get him to go deeper. Enzo wrapped his hand around Y/N’s neck with light pressure as he pounded into her. “Does that feel okay?” Enzo asked breathlessly. “Uh huh” Y/N whispered. Y/N could feel herself nearing her climax. “Babe, I’m so close” Y/N whined. “Hold it for me” Enzo demanded, he wanted to cum with her.

“Can I cum yet?” Y/N pleaded, she was ready to burst. Enzo’s lips found hers to drown out her moans as he quickened his pace. He was nearing his climax and was about to come undone. He grunted as they were both ready to release. “Oh, fuck...” They moaned together.

Once they were finished, they ran the shower. Enzo lathered soap in his hands and rubbed it on Y/N’s back from behind her and moved his hands over her stomach and inner thighs. She rested her head against his collarbone as he massaged her body. Once she was all rinsed off she returned the favor. After the water washed over him, Enzo placed both hands against the wall while trapping Y/N between his arms. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “How do you feel?” He asked genuinely, hoping she felt finally safe with him. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be” She smiled.

Enzo felt reassured and walked Y/N to her bed where they laid together in a warm embrace. Y/N fell asleep quickly while Enzo just kept her close.

The following morning Enzo was still by her side and she looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Morning my love” He beamed. It was the first time he used the word love and Y/N’s heart fluttered. “Morning handsome” Y/N said into his chest.

Going to work after they became intimate went surprisingly well and with no hiccups. Nobody knew of their affair and even if they had been obvious around each other, Enzo would compel suspecting individuals to become oblivious.

***

Weeks had passed whilst Enzo and Y/N got to know each other more in their spare time. One night they sat on Y/N’s couch and drank some wine. “Damn, you’re so beautiful” Enzo said out of the blue. Y/N smiled, her eyes lighting up. “You’re quite dashing yourself” Y/N laughed. Enzo bit his lip as he stared at Y/N’s.

Instead of replying, he grabbed her face and kissed her aggressively. Taken aback, Y/N pulled away to catch her breath. Their faces found each other’s again and Y/N sat on Enzo’s lap. A low growl escaped his lips as Y/N slid up his crotch, the friction of their clothes rubbing against their privates making them both aroused.

“I’m desperate, please fuck me” Y/N moaned. This surprised Enzo but excited him at the same time. They both undressed and stared at each other whilst doing so, eager to feel the burning desire building deep inside them to become ignited. “Are you going to be good for me?” Enzo asked dominantly. “What if I want to be bad?” Y/N cooed seductively. Enzo laughed, not expecting that response. “I’ll only fuck you if you’re a good girl” He replied more confidently. “I want it to hurt” Y/N blurted out, surprised at her eagerness. It wasn’t like her to be so adventurous in bed but Enzo ignited a deep desire to be wild. Enzo was equally stunned at her sudden request. He was going to start softly and work his way to being rougher. He just didn’t want to literally hurt her.

First Enzo shoved his fingers inside her and moved around, starting his handiwork. Y/N started moaning loudly. “You’re gonna have to stay quiet if you want me to let you cum sweetheart” Y/N bit her lip instead of answering. He really wanted to shove her against the wall and fuck her senseless.

He couldn’t wait any longer so he took her in for a kiss as he guided her to the nearest wall. He pinned her arms above her head and pressed his body to hers. She could feel his dick pressing against her inner thigh and leaned forwards so she could rub against it. “I told you I was in charge babe” Enzo said as he pushed her off him an inch. Y/N groaned in response, all she wanted was for him to be inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on every sensation he was giving her. He touched her core and hummed. “Gosh you’re so wet right now”

Enzo demanded that she turn around. She did as he asked and he parted her cheeks as he slid his cock inside her. She yelped out from the force of it but relaxed into him as he slid in and out or her wet center steadily. He pulled out so he could bring her to the kitchen counter. The cold marble sent shivers down Y/N’s spine as her back touched it. He resumed his previous position and continued pounding himself into Y/N’s core. He whispered in her ear “You’re all mine, moan for me baby”. Y/N happily let out her pent up frustrations, crying out in ecstasy.

“I’m about to cum baby, please let me” Y/N was in total euphoria. Enzo wanted to keep up his dominant persona but was just really into letting Y/N get what she wanted because he was so in love with her. “Let go for me” Y/N moaned several times as she came around him and clenched. Enzo groaned as he was reaching his own orgasm, the squeezing of her muscles sending him over the edge. They both panted from the intense fucking and fell limp in each other’s arms. Y/N started standing up but Enzo wasn’t having it.

“I’m not done with you yet” He said as he brought her close to him again. She didn’t know what he had in mind but awaited his next move. “Get down, now” Enzo ordered. Y/N’s doe eyes widened for a spit second as she obeyed. He used both hands to force her head to his member. “That feels so damn good Y/N” Enzo grunted as she took his whole length in her mouth. She gagged so he pulled out slightly. She then used her hands to pump him as he fucked her mouth. His own mouth hung open as he tilted his head back against the wall. He shook under her touch as she increased the speed. “I’m about to cum Y/N” Enzo gasped. Y/N edged him further as she wanted to hear his raspy voice curse out in pleasure. He grunted out repeatedly as he came in her mouth. His hot seed was falling down her throat as she swallowed. “You were so good babe, I’m still buzzing from that whole experience” He grinned.

Y/N took Enzo in for a passionate kiss and her tongue found his hungrily. When she pulled away, he grabbed her hand and placed his soft lips to them. “I love you”

She looked away for a moment which panicked Enzo. However when she turned back her eyes were watering. “Babe, are you okay?” Enzo asked worriedly. “Yes, it’s just that I love you too” She sniffed. Enzo’s heart felt full and he gave her an affectionate hug.

Y/N finally felt at home in Mystic Falls, but most importantly she found home with Enzo, her one true love. She smiled to herself as they fell asleep together, her dreams finally peaceful.

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arizonaconservativegal · 3 years

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First of all, thanks for replying. And thanks to the people in the notes who followed up, as well. In terms of interests, while I would love someone who shares a lot of them, I really only have one that's necessary. As an aspiring game developer, games are my art form, especially the world building and the mechanics and systems in place. I want someone who shares this love, who I can bond over with. Anything else would just be icing on the cake. In terms of appearance, I'd prefer if she were shorter than me by a good amount, ideally at or below 5' 6" but I'm fine as long as she's not above like 5' 10". I'm not the leanest person myself, I've got a little belly, but I'm working on it and slowly losing weight. I don't mind if she's a little chubby either, but if she's really fat I just can't go with that. I'm probably a little hypocritical here as I'd obviously prefer someone who's in shape, but I can find some heavier women attractive as long as they're short and feminine. I dislike body modifications, and would prefer someone without any, but I could deal with a few small tattoos and a few piercings, as long as they're not gauges or septum piercings. And obviously she needs to want kids (but not have any), needs to be not a full-on leftist (I'm fine with a centrist, conservative, or ideally a libertarian), and just have a nice personality that gels with mine. I tend to be a pretty low-key, somewhat boring person, and have trouble dealing with people who have "big" personalities. I find that at my age, it's hard to find someone who wants kids but doesn't have any, and who likes games but isn't butch or seriously fat or really punk or whatever. Those are pretty much my lines in the sand, appearance and personality-wise. Do I have too many of them? Are there things I should care less about? As I said, I've never been in a relationship, so I really don't know what's important and what's not. I'm just basing what I want on what I personally prefer.

And I know what I need to do to become more attractive, myself. Lose some weight, get a better job, move out. Is there anything else I need to do, and what should I prioritize? Right now I'm thinking about trying for a raise at work, but I'm also worried it'll put me over the pay limit for subsidized healthcare, and I've got a lot of health problems that are out of my control. I'd need to jump to a job with actual benefits to make it really worth it, so it'll be hard just moving up gradually.

And finally, just because I'm spilling everything out here anyway, there's a girl at work who recently broke up with her boyfriend of 5 years who I've been becoming quite friendly with. She's always enjoyable to talk to, and she seems to like me at least as a friend. However she's not got a lot in common with me. There's a guy who clearly likes her, and she has a friend that's probably into her, and I knew her ex and they all have a similar look that's very different to me. I think she also tends to go for "bad boys" and I'm definitely not one of them. She recently asked about my interests and stuff kind of probing more deeply, but since I basically haven't had any friends for years I don't know if that's just what's normal or if she's actually a little bit interested in me. Honestly I'm not sure what to do or if I should even do anything. She's basically a normie and I'm borderline autistic. I'm not used to anyone actually being interested in anything about me and I don't know how to tell one kind of "interest" from another. And considering she's a coworker and I enjoy her company, I don't want to fuck anything up. What do I do?

Ok there's a lot to unpack here...

First of all, I'm not going to be that person who tells you looks don't matter because let's all be honest here for a second, they do and anyone who says otherwise is lying for internet morality points. Obviously if you're going to date someone, you need to not be repulsed by their physical appearance.

But. Looks are not the most important thing and they're also not permanent. Plus in my experience, the more you get to know someone, the more attractive they become to you because you just see people differently when you love them. So don't worry so much about finding the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, or being the most handsome guy she's ever seen. When it's right, that stuff will handle itself.

(Also, I'm not saying you did this, but if you put all that in your online dating profile, please delete it immediately because it will scare women off if it's public and even if it's just for the algorithm, you're probably losing a lot of potentially good matches by being too specific)

I would think a little more about personality. It can be a lot harder to define that than appearance, but that's the part of her that you're going to really fall for. What does "big" personality mean to you? Does that mean just being loud, or is it a certain kind of humor, or just being extroverted or outgoing? Think a little about the people you enjoy spending time with and figure out what it is about them that makes you want to be around them. Interests are a good starting point, but try to think about what drives those interests and how they express them.

And think about you too. How would you describe yourself? I'd guess with your interest in game development, you probably have a big imagination and attention to detail, yeah? Do you have a dry sense of humor, maybe? Are you a patient person? Do you prefer to be busy or to take it easy? When you get stressed out, what calms you down? What are your values in life?

Think about what kind of person complements all that. Remember you're looking for a partner, someone to build a life with. That means the two of you have to make a good team. You'll bring out the best in each other and compensate for each other's weaknesses.

As for the changes you think you need to make, I'm going to let you in a little secret about women: there is nothing sexier to us than a guy who has his shit together. And that doesn't mean you need a fancy law degree and a six figure office job and a mortgage. It means knowing who you are and what you want and be working a clear, realistic plan to get there.

So yes, everything you mentioned is probably a good idea because it sounds like that will help you have more confidence and get on more solid ground with your life and future. But as for what you should do first, just focus on what is best for you, not for some hypothetical future wife you haven't met yet. It sounds to me like you've still got some healing to do and that needs to be your priority.

But when you're ready, the only thing to do is start talking to people and go on lots of dates that will mostly go nowhere. That's okay. The point is to meet girls and see if there's enough there for a second date, then maybe a third, and so on. You're not looking for something that's perfect right away. You're just looking for a starting point to build something more from.

In your case, yes, you probably do need to find a girl who at least has some interest in video games. It's going to be too much of your life for her to not at least be willing to indulge you when you want to talk about the game you're working on. I would guess that there are a lot of girls in "nerd" category who maybe don't know much about video games but would be interested if someone they cared about wanted to show them. Or if you really want to start off with just a pool of people who are as interested in game development as you, I'd hazard a guess that there are conventions or online forums on the subject. Maybe check out some of those and just start talking to people. Maybe it goes nowhere. Maybe you make a new friend. Maybe more. Who knows?

As for the girl at work, I think you're setting yourself up to get hurt. Girls who go for bad boys don't usually change their habits easily. She may be interested in you because you're not like her ex and she's trying to try something different, but that doesn't usually last. It isn't that you're doing anything wrong, it really is just how girls like that are. And it doesn't make any sense but it's how it is.

In general though, if you're getting to know a girl and you're not sure if she's looking for a friend or a boyfriend, it's okay to ask. Don't be creepy about it or anything, but it's okay to say something like "I just want to make sure I'm not reading too much into this." And be prepared to drop it if she says she just wants to be friends.

(Also my rule for dating coworkers is this: if it's a job you plan to stay at long term and you work closely together, the answer is no. If it's more of a temporary thing or you really only pass her in the hall once a week, that's probably okay as long as your company doesn't have some policy against it)

Bottom line, you're overthinking this. Love isn't logical. You can make all the plans and checklists in the world and none of them matter because that's just not how it works. Trust me, if it was, I'd be married by now too.

All you can really do is be the best version of yourself for you, meet a bunch of people, probably get your heart broken a couple of times along the way, and eventually you'll find someone who makes it all worth it.

As a side note, are you in a good church? If you're a person of faith at all (and I'm an atheist, so no judgement if you're not), I think having a community like that around you would be good for you right now.

#anyone else want to give the dear abby thing a shot?

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my name is paulina, and my nickname is pau! my pronouns are she/her and i’m bisexual! i’m pretty short, 4’11, and kind of pale. i have freckles that cover my cheeks and nose, as well as shoulder-length wavy brown hair! the word people most often use when they describe me is “cute”, and i’m trying my best to believe them!!! i really like drawing, writing, baking, and admiring/collecting cute things!! i get emotional pretty easily... if i look at a stuffed animal for too long, i’ll start to think about all the love that was poured into making it, and how cute it is, and the tears start to flow! i also really like fashion, especially girly princess-like clothing, but i don’t stick to a specific style. looking ladylike and well put-together just makes me feel happy! i was born and raised in puerto rico, and around there, most people are very warm and friendly, which definitely shaped who i am today! i love helping people and offering advice, and will stop at nothing to make those i love happy. however, i do tend to get a little gloomy sometimes, and i can get very anxious around new people to the point where i just get overwhelmed and shut down. i’ve gotten a lot better over the years though! :o) progress! i am TERRIFIED of cockroaches!!! i hate them more than any other bug. if i see a big one, i will freeze and start crying. i know it sounds pathetic but i can’t help it! i also hate comment sections. too often, i’ll find myself scrolling through the most ridiculous and hateful comments and just get myself upset. people can be so stupid! i hope that’s enough about me.. it might be.. more than enough!!! but just let me know!!! :o)

I was tempted to ship you witH;

Jaehee: Because you both obviously love to bake. You’d meet her by applying to the bakery and yall would fall in love.

Saeyoung: Because you two seem really similar! He’s also a lover of cute things. You seem like someone Saeyoung would fall so hard for

Vanderwood: Because I’m a sucker for goth boy x pastel girl. enough said.

ANYWAY I ship you with Saeran, though!!!

More specifically, Ray

let’s dive right into the good stuff

Ray is the first to take a liking to you. Unknown and Edgy Saeran find you annoying, but only because you’re really adorable. You’re the perfect counterpart for Ray. He thoroughly enjoys giving you the dresses you enjoy. You two make Rika gag because you’re both so cute together. You basically match all the time.

Expect lots of picnics in the garden with Ray!

Your ship name with Ray is Rayna because it’s CUTE OKAY??

Unknown finds you......funny. You’re strange to him, at first. He wonders how you can be so calm when he’s starkly different from Ray. He thinks it’s annoying when you go on about how he is Ray, how you love Saeran for who is his blah blah blah. Unknown comes around to you when you begin to bake for him. He’s a sucker for baked goods and he can really feel the love. You and Unknown are the epitome of goth boy x pastel girl, like with Vanderwood. Unlike Vanderwood, Unknown is very edgy. You’re essentially his root to the earth. You keep him calm. He pretends he doesn’t like your affection but he does. He thinks it very adorable how emotional you are. He pretends he keeps you around for sex and other material reasons, but he actually loves you very much. He’d go insane if something happened to you.

I can’t think of a ship name for you two. Paulina x Unknown sounds like a cool fanfic or story though.

Suit! Saeran is.......

Hmm. How can I explain the nature of Suit! Saeran. He’s pretty crazy. He is taunting and he intially makes fun of you for being the another version of Ray. You’re sickeningly sweet and he hates that. He doesn’t like how friendly you are. We Puerto Ricans are known for being outward, extroverted, and over all friendly. You’re likely a physical person, and he doesn’t like that. Don’t try to hold his hand. But secretly DO try to hold his hand. The more affectionate and “normal” you are with this Saeran, the more likely he is to calm down and accept being regular Saeran Choi.

Once it’s all said and done (Mint Eye is destroyed, Rika is in therapy but also being investiagted for her knowledge of chemicals because she fucking made her own brand of lsd and that’s something no one pays attention to or says anything about????? she probably grows cocaine or some shit. she’s crazy), Saeran is very likely to want to live right beside Saeyoung, so be ready for that. I really can’t see Saeran wanting to be separated from his brother. You three probably live together!

Saeyoung likes you because you’re fun, you make his brother happy, and you two are very much alike. You have a lot in common with Saeyoung and sometimes that drive Saeran up the wall. When you and Saeyoung team up and start the ridiculous Team Rocket nonsense, Saeran just has to stick his head in the freezer and wonder why you two are the way you are.

He actually likes it though. He’d be so heartbroken if his brother and his girlfriend didn’t get along.

Saeran is a pastel goth, I believe this so firmly. He still likes baked goods. He’s more willing to accept the physical affection from you, and once he’s comfortable and healed after Mint Eye, he’s going to be all over you. Always hand holding!!!!

Saeran will protect you from cock roaches. Don’t worry. Saeyoung definitely would not, though. Sometimes he hears Saeyoung scream but he thinks it’s you, so he runs in and sees Saeyoung freaking out over a cock roach. Saeran just rolls his eyes, picks it up, and flushes it down the toilet. Saeyoung would probably scream and run to find you, then let you know Saeran touched a cock roach with his bare hands.

You and Saeyoung bully Saeran into washing his hands for about fifteen minutes straight. Saeran knows he’s not getting any action unless he does this for your peace of mind. Otherwise you won’t be into it, because all you’ll be thinking about is Saeran’s fingers literally just held a cockroach.

PAURAN! PAURINA! SAELINA! SAU!!! SAULINA!!!! I COULD COME UP WITH SO MANY SHIP NAMES FOR YOU GUYS

Your theme song with Saeran is The Way I Am, by Ingrid Michaelson. The song here goes both ways. You love Saeran for who he is; you love every part of his personality, even the darkest parts. He would do anything for you.

#pau x Saeran #ship #mystic messenger

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randomcactaceae · 3 years

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Damie prompt: Jamie needs a au pair to take care of her niece and nephew, Miles and Flora. She's an closed and dark person and likes to be alone, that's why she has so many rules in her mansion. But Dany Clayton needs the job.

This prompt is so good! Thanks anon!

Here it is! I hope you like it :)

Friendly reminder for everyone reading: feel free to comment/suggest/give feedback on any of the fics, as well as feel free to ask/drop a prompt!✌ (sorry for annoying y´all with this, i sometimes need reassurance bc anxiety)

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-"How many times did I told you to clean your shoes before you enter the house? I had just cleaned and it's all dirty now. Now you and Flora better clean this mess up"-

-"sorry aunt Jamie"-

Jamie Wingrave was a very closed woman. She liked everything to be methodical, organised, planned with detail. And she didn't expected her niece and nephew to break her rules. Since her sister and brother-in-law passed away, the kids, Miles and Flora, were looked after by her. It was hard at first, but they soon started to adapt to her rules. Jamie lived on a gothic-style manor on the countryside. Far away from people, as she liked it to be, she had a perfect life, at least for her. She had her own garden in which she spent the most time in, and she lived a relatively peaceful life, until the kids came in. She liked them, though, but they needed attention and time, so her alone time transformed into supervising the kids. The only good thing she thought she had is that she felt less alone in some way. Just by knowing there was someone else in the same house she was. She surely enjoyed being alone, in fact, she preferred to be sitting on a bench in her garden than hanging out in the bar. But sometimes she felt empty inside. At least these kids have each other, she thought.

After the kids finished cleaning, she went to the large couch in the living room and read the newspaper, as always. Suddenly she saw an advertisement about an au-pair agency. Maybe it was time to take a big step and find someone to take care of the kids, even though it involved accepting a stranger into her house, and probably changing her own routines and schedules.

After several minutes of thinking, Jamie took the phone and dialed the number. A man answered. She asked for the details, and finally she accepted. The new au-pair was arriving on Monday.

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-”I can´t wait to meet her”- Flora exclaimed. She was six years old. For her, receiving the new au-pair seemed like the best idea ever. The older kid, Miles, was excited as well, but he was a little more reserved. Jamie had still many doubts about the idea of receiving an unknown woman into her life. What if she doesn´t stick to her rules? What if it´s all a fraud? All she had to do now is wait.

There was a knock on the door. She´s here, she thought. She opened the front door, and there she was. She seems nice. She´s very pretty, too. Nevermind.

-”Hi, i´m Danielle Clayton, the new au-pair. You must be-”-

-”Jamie. Jamie Wingrave. Nice to meet you.”-

Jamie was cold and closed, especially when it involved meeting new people. She was kind at heart, though, but she didn´t liked to be seen as sensitive and vulnerable. On the other hand, Dani, the au-pair, was the other way around. She was extroverted, confident, and had a light soul.

As soon as the children listened, they rushed downstairs.

-”Hey, you must be...”-

-”Flora. Flora Wingrave. And he´s my brother Miles”- Flora said as she shook Dani´s hand. Miles did as well.

-”Nice to meet you, guys!”-

-”Here are their schedules. They need to be in bed by 9:30.”- Jamie said frankly as she handed Dani a paper filled with timetables and instructions.

-”Okay, no worries, it will al work out”- Dani said with a smile. Jamie proceeded and showed her the guest room, as well as the main rooms of the house. Jamie noticed Dani´s goodwill as she came into the house. She looked so heartwarming and pure. Maybe she will be just what the kids needed to lift their mood. They were happy, but they had a hard time since their parents´loss.

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Dani seemed to stick perfectly well to the schedules Jamie had. In fact, Jamie wasn´t at all bothered by her presence, which she found weird, because she got easily overwhelmed by interacting with people. But Dani was different. She made her feel at peace somehow. Maybe she shouldn´t be so hard with her and try to make her feel comfortable as well.

After Jamie finished her afternoon tea and her reading, she went outside to the garden, where Dani was playing with the kids. Jamie smiled to herself, as she hadn´t seen her niece and nephew so happy in a long time. It was also nice to see the joy Dani brought into the house.

She stood leaning towards the front door, and Flora waved at her.

-”Come, aunt Jamie, we´re having a picnic!”-

She smiled and walked slowly to where they were. They had set a tablecloth on the grass, put some snacks in small plates, and made some tea. For Jamie´s strict way of living, it caused her anxiety to have glasses on the grass, as well as ceramic plates, but she believed Dani and the kids were careful, or at least they tried to be.

-”We´ll clean everything after we finish. Don´t worry about it”- Dani said, as if she was reading her mind.

She sat down on the grass with them.

-”Flora, come, I bet you can´t climb the willow as fast as I can”- Miles screamed from afar.

-”I bet you can´t”- Flora said as she ran towards him.

-”Miles, take care of your sister. And don´t you dare taking off your shoes, you two. I won´t let you in if you do”- Jamie told them. She constantly reminded them that they could have fun, but they needed to follow her rules.

-”How you don´t get tired of them? They´re like little demons”- Jamie said

Dani laughed. -”I don´t know. I´m just patient, I guess”-

-”I wish I was like you. I get tired of people very easily, you know”-

They both stared at the horizon. Dani didn´t knew what to say. Does that meant she got tired of her?

-”So are you having a nice stay? Is everything good over here?”-Jamie said, changing the topic.

-”Oh, yes it is. The house, the kids, you. Everything is great”-

Jamie smiled. Did she just said she was actually nice?

-”I´m glad. See, I know sometimes it´s hard to stick to the routines and schedules, but I haven´t been bothered at all by your stay. In fact, it´s nice to have you here. So I just wanted to thank you for bringing happiness to the kids”-

Dani had a wide smile upon her face. Jamie was so closed and cold that it was very reassuring to hear those words from her.

-”You´re more than welcome. In fact, thank you for accepting me here.”-

Jamie just smiled back at her, staring at her big blue eyes.

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Days went by and Dani adapted perfectly into the way of living Jamie and the kids had. It almost felt like she was there all the time, except for one thing. She somehow turned the gloomy athmosphere that was often around into moments of joy. Not just for the kids, but for Jamie as well. She felt less alone with Dani around. And she enjoyed her company. In fact, sometimes she even craved for spending more time with Dani.

-"Hey, i'm going to take the kids to the lake, wanna come?"- Dani asked, bubbly as always.

-"Sure"- Jamie said with a smile, for Dani's surprise.

They got their things ready and headed to the lake. As the four of them were walking, the kids started to run, leaving Dani and Jamie alone.

-"Do I need to run after them?"-

-"Don't worry. They know the way. They used to come here a lot with her mother."-

Dani's smile dissappeared for a while.

-"I'm sorry"-

-"It's okay. I had many time to get over it, well, to try to get over it as much as possible"-

They kept walking in silence.

-"So Dani, why did you chose to come here, may I ask? You left everything behind"- Jamie asked, making a small pause in her walk.

-"Well, it's a long story, but I just needed to begin again, you know? I needed to find a new happy place."-

-"And have you found it?"-

-"Well, I have. I like it here. It makes me happy and peaceful"-

Jamie couldn't help but smile after those words. Someone actually found a happy place inside her way of living.

-"I'm glad you did"-

-"And may I ask, have you? Have you found your happy place?"- Dani asked, hesitant to know more about Jamie.

-"For years I thought I had. This was my perfect life. Just me, the nature, and the calm that comes from being alone. But sometimes I've felt lonely, you know? Even though Miles and Flora brighten me up, I sometimes feel something's missing. And I feel lonely."-

Dani was about to say something but she was cut off by Jamie.

-"But you know, Dani? Since you came here I started to love my life again. I'm not going to lie, since your arrival, you've brought joy to my house. For many time I didn't enjoy the rainy afternoons, the laughter of the children, or my morning coffee. But with you here, it just feels right."- Jamie inmediatly felt the regret of saying those words. She learned with life that it's not very good to establish strong bonds with people who may not stay. But with Dani it was different. She felt at home whenever she was with her.

Maybe Dani was her happy place, after all.

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Well, there you go! I hope that was close to what you had in mind.

Remember i'm always open for any feedback on this fic or my other ones, as well as tips/suggestions/comments/ or more prompts!

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farzeenx234 · 3 years

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Digital life stories final

I remember it was June 12, 2012. As I got off the stairs of my plane, I knew my life would never be the same. New challenges were waiting ahead of me and I had to confront them. The difficult thing about moving to a new culture is that a lot of people would feel fear because they are so used to their own culture. So, now they leave what they are used to for a new way and it will be hard for them to adapt. Some may like the new food and the pace of life, then later on in the month people may feel like the new life and culture is unpleasant life. For instance: public hygiene, the language barriers, traffic safety, and food accessibility. Feeling lonely, hopeless or overwhelmed at such an enormous life change. People leave their home countries for various reasons, to escape as a refugee, or immigrate for a change in life. As easy as it seems to be there are so many roadblocks along the way. I was born and raised in Pakistan, my home country. Growing up I was very outgoing, confident, and had a relaxed outlook on life. I was always satisfied and content with my life. That was before my mom married my step dad, and then we were on our way to New York. I could only describe my feelings in one word -- apprehensive. A long and tedious 17-hour flight was ahead of me. I sat restlessly in my seat with a blanket on. My naivety allowed me to think that that blanket was more of a shield rather than a cloth to protect me from the cold. It was a shield that blurred my future and comforted me temporarily. I had no idea what I was going to be. The fact that moving to new country hunts me till this day. Trying to figure out who I was going to be as a person . Deep within I knew that I was scared; But I remember my mom words that we are moving for a better life. I was leaving all my friends, my family, and in a way my life behind. I had to start my life over again. Not only did I have to live a new life I had to conquer it. The moment I stepped out of my plane and into a fresh territory I transformed, mentally and emotionally. I went from being a social extrovert person to a very quiet and shy girl. I had spent 12 years of my life building my character, my personality, all of me. I did not understand why I was expected to change myself. Looking back I could blame it on the confusion, the pressure I put on myself during such a tender age. I had to learn a new language, culture and blend myself with other people, which at that moment I thought was necessary to do so. My mom admitted me into a middle school. The first day of school was the most terrifying moment of my life. I walked in with an anxious expression and for some peculiar reason was ready to be humiliated as if being from somewhere else was so bad. As I went to my first class, I vividly remember feeling like I needed to do something to gain attention and have everyone like me. Under the pressure of blending in, I became the polar opposite of who I truly am. I knew I had to start a new chapter in my life. My first year of going to school in U.S the biggest struggle I had was getting bullied. Though bullying does not seem to connect to school in a related to school and learning sense, bullying in schools causes a lot of negative body-structure-related effects that change how a student will perform in school and the opinions they will form about schools and other American institutions. Many existing school policies, like the structure of English Language Learning classes as being subtractive relating to viewing foreign languages as an interference for related to people who enter a country and related to social pressure, how people act toward each other, etc. normal behaviors and prejudiced mental pictures make schools unsafe for immigrants and children of immigrants youth. This problem comes from gener all good people in the world), instead of being a direct result of education, which makes finding appropriate ways to reduce bullying in schools or handling migrants child bullying situation complex.

hough there is the existence of being one of the most important causing people or animals to interact with others so they're more friendly institutions for youth in America, schools seem to fail at helping appreciation and acceptance of differences present in students. Research shows “ within the last decade, minority groups have surpassed the American mainstream, which has classically been considered to be American-born, White middle class, in the K-12 age bracket of the population. Currently, minority students make up more than half of the school-aged population (Calderón, Slavin and Sánchez 2011) and approximately twenty percent of the youth population are immigrants or children of immigrants (Pumariega and Rothe 2010.) Out of immigrants and children of immigrants, a majority of these students are Hispanic, specifically of Mexican descent, and of Asian descent According to another research published online on March1, 2012 in the Journal of Adolescent Health: Children born outside America, or born into immigrant families, are more likely to become victims of bullying as compared with kids born in the US.Kids born outside the US were more likely to be the victims of bullying rather than being the perpetrators. In addition, Fairfax County Youth Survey School Year 2010-11 data showed that:49% of teens reported that they were called bad names on the basis of their race and culture.Meanwhile, 43% reported that at some point they had targeted a peer on the basis of race and ethnicity.”

Bullying made me something I was not I did not know any English at all and that made me feel excluded as if I did not belong here. One day, when I was in my english class, the teacher made groups of people and had us discuss about how the story we were reading . In my group, there were three Americans and me; for a few minutes I felt I had fit in the group. But when they would not even let me talk, I realized I did not feel included and little by little they completely forgot I was part of the group. There are many children that are born in different countries or move to a different countries and have two cultures, everyday they have to live their lives feeling like they do not belong to a community or even to the only country they know. I made a ton of new friends, but with the wrong intentions. I wanted to have as many friends as I could so I would be popular, a term that I now have found a new meaning for. Making those friends still haunts to how bad I turned out to be. As I got closer to graduation, I reflected on what I had become -- a bogus, arrogant, and ignorant person. I knew that these qualities were not the ones I wanted to embrace. I knew I had to do something so there could be a little authenticity left in me. I knew I had to start a new chapter in my life. Once my high school years began, I made more friends with the same wrong intentions. As I was making more friends, I stumbled upon a girl named Sara, I watched how she handled her life. I saw how she embraced her unique self. Watching her grow into the kind of person that I wanted to be deeply influenced me. That was who I wanted to become. Once again, I transformed myself. But this time it was in a positive way, I became friends with people who liked me for who I was. I was still popular, but this time, I was popular within the small group of friends I had. This time, I had people around me that actually cared about me. This time, I had people around me that wanted the best for me. My brother sometimes asks me if I regret my days in middle school and my response is always no. My experience allowed me to become who I am today. Now that I am reflecting on what I have become: understanding, caring and once again content with my life. Also working on my passion my childhood dream.When I was 15 years old, one year before I graduated from high school, my mom talked to me about what they thought would be best for me to study. she said that good careers were Doctor or Lawyer; I did not give an answer about what I wanted to study that day. However, while I was at school the next day, I thought that maybe that becoming a doctor or lawyer was something I have to study because I did not want her to get upset Studying these types of careers would most likely take me eight to ten years, and I did not want to attend college for that long. One day talked to my mom, and I told her that I would love to become a doctor or even a lawyer, but I want to fulfill my childhood dream. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be called Ma’am or Miss. Growing up in Pakistan made me see the lack of motivation and passion people had for education. Along with that, I also saw how undermined girls were in every aspect. They were forced to stay home and deal with chores. Fortunately, I was born in a family that was open-minded. Though a single mother, my mom always allowed me to fulfill my passion to its full potential. Due to my mother’s passion for education I built a vision for my future. I had always wanted to be a teacher. Differences between how girls were subjected to be a house-wife and boys were expected to be an engineer or a doctor provoked me and made me extremely passionate about teaching.n I wanted to teach people that, though physically different, there is not much difference between how capable boys and girls are.

I still have the vivid visual in my mind: a six year old with a chalk in her hand teaching an imaginary class of 20 students. I knew each and everyone of their names, I knew their strengths, their weaknesses and how to bring out the best. One of my imaginary students was always motivated by the idea of a lavish lifestyle. I told him that he could obtain this by studying hard. In my mind, still to this day, the idea that anything can be gained by studying hard is stuck.

My younger sister would always try and copy me. She would make up her own imaginary class and teach them. We would argue about who is the better teacher and who had more students. Though, at first, watching her teach her own class angered me because it was ‘my thing’. After some time went on, I was rathered motivated by her-she made me realize that if I could ignite a passion for education in her, I could do it for others as well.

The dust that fell from the chalk in the hands of a younger, and still in progress of being Ms. Fatima, though it's gone for now, comes out in the form of motivation when I am feeling down. The remembrance of how I was needed to change the lives of 20 imaginary kids never fails to motivate me to study harder so I could help more lives.Many times parents need to understand what their adolescents want to pursue as a career. It is about what their child wants to do for the rest of her life, not about what the parents want their children to do or study. My experience allowed me to become who I am today. Now that I am reflecting on what I have become: understanding, caring and once again content with my life. Also working on my passion my childhood dream.

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