#repost bc i meant for it to be a week long </3

[hotsummermartha]

#repost bc i meant for it to be a week long </3 #blackmore #diego brando #magent magent #magenta magenta #di-s-co #d-i-s-c-o #disco #jojo sbr #steel ball run #jjba part 7 #polls

[2myl0ver]

☾ back home // straykids felix long distance relationship!au (reader x member) by 2myl0ver

genre : fluff (angst if u squint) / wc : 342 / tw : none / masterlist

It's been two years since you last saw felix, you stayed in australia and supported him from a far while he succeeded his dreams of becoming a k-pop star. you knew how much all of this meant to him, you didn't want to ruin it in anyway for him so you were careful with your choice of words, like saying "i miss you". you chose to never say that directly to him and always change the form of it while you're texting, calling and face timing, you didn't want him to feel bad about going to korea and debuting with straykids. Usually instead, you'd say "i wish you were here with me right now" or something close enough to "i miss you", you never missed out on chances of telling felix how much you loved him and assuring him how much of a great person he is.

despite all of this, you still felt alone and lonely, I mean, it's a complete different thing when you have a boyfriend physically beside you compared to just having him on facetime beside you.

It was a friday morning, much to your surprise felix was extremely inactive today.. no vlives, twitter posts, tiktok videos, instagram selcas.. no nothing, even to you! no texts, no calls, no voice messages, no photos.. it was quite concerning, but you kept quiet as you didn't want people thinking you were some insecure strict partner that gets upset when their boyfriend doesn't respond within a second. the day ended with still nothing, but you figured they were given a break and he was tired, you didn't bother messaging chan or any member of skz because you simply did not want to be a bother.

hearing your apartment doorbell ring, you checked the time and saw it was 3:04 in the morning. concerned, you got up quietly incase whoever was ringing your doorbell had bad intentions. you looked through your peephole, seeing who it was made you tear up immediately and open the door.

you and felix finally reunited.

© 2myl0ver Copyright 2022. Do not copy, repost, or translate without my permission. !! this work has been plagiarized by amourxoox. ♡︎ and ↻ are very much appreciated !

a/n : Thought this would be a pretty good ff to comeback with since it's about coming back home :) Inspired by a K au i read last year but i forgot who the author was </3 also, this was rushed bcs i didn't wanna keep ygs waiting since i said a week but it lasted way more than a week.. i'll edit this later since its 1:27am rn & i'm half asleep 🫠

#stray kids #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee felix stray kids

[starlighthan]

PAUWI SA IYO

TRANSLATION: ON MY WAY HOME TO YOU

pairing: non-idol!minho and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, university au

warnings: none

word count: 1.3k words

synopsis: just minho taking you home late at night from a date through the use of a jeepney. basically how you two commute to your home in filipino style <3

note: did i just reveal where i’m from with this fic? yes. am i proud of making this fic bc i literally had lino brainrot a few days ago with this scene in mind? yes. i hope u guys enjoyed this! i am actually in love with this minho help me

© starlighthan - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

you thanked the attendant who accompanied you all the way until you got out of the restaurant. closing the door, you see the slippery concrete just a few steps away in front of you.

“what a great night. that restaurant was just crazy and now it’s raining,” minho mutters to himself.

you absently pulled minho’s back and search for the folding umbrella in his backpack. “i’m sorry, the date tonight wasn’t as good as expected. i really thought that chinese restaurant would give us peace for a while. seemed like a lot of students hung out there too.”

both of you decided to go to that chinese restaurant because people usually don’t go there. the small shop’s a few streets away from your uni and it’s surrounded by nothing. in that long street, that restaurant was the only business open until midnight.

you give him a weak smile as you hold minho’s hand tightly, “sure, it was overwhelming. but it doesn't mean the date didn’t go well. i still enjoyed it with you.”

minho felt his cheeks heat up with the last thing you said. he still gets flustered easily because of you after all these years. your nice words never failed him to feel warm for a bit.

as comforting as it sounds despite the chaos in those four walls, you meant your words. the rowdy students may have ruined the ambiance, but it did not take away the fun you had chatting and feeding each other those amazing dumplings. being together was enough even if the two of you wanted a chill atmosphere in the first place.

“plus, i was expecting that anyway. it’s the weekend, which means a lot of students like us would go out and spend some time with their family, friends, or partners.”

the sidewalk is close to pitching black, you really just can’t see anything along the way except that small glow a streetlight was shining a few steps before you. minho was just smiling at you in the dark over the firm hold you have on his hand.

“i’ll take you somewhere nicer next time,” he softly tells you, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb. minho glances at you and reassures you enough with the glimmer in his eyes filled with hope, “this time, nothing would get in our way of enjoying several hours of quality time.”

you smile at him, quickly dropping it with an expressionless face. “deal with your thesis presentation first,” minho’s smile drops, “then i’ll let you take us out for a date.”

he groans, “not that! the presentation’s still in three weeks! i could deal with that in 2 weeks.”

“says the person who complains all night every time he has to procrastinate a major project! i won’t let that happen again to you, lee,” you push him to the edge of the restaurant’s platform. you might have gone completely mental for that, you just thought of having some fun to take away his disappointment.

hearing his protests of you pushing him away from the restaurant’s awning just made you giggle. maybe there was this tempt inside you to have some fun with him under the rain. even if you wanted to, you didn’t go for it since it’s dangerous to simply be outside at night.

“what are you doing? why are you pushing me away from the shade? it’s raining!” a perplexed minho pushes against you, “i don’t want to get wet, hey!”

you let him go to raise your hand. he also drops his hands from you out of confusion, making you laugh. “what’s wrong with you today? you look so tired just a few moments ago and now you’re a weird laughing mess.”

“look behind you,” you tell him, still laughing over how confused he was about your actions. you were raising your hand to get the attention of the jeepney that was running on the road alone.

minho turns his back and the jeep surprises him with its blinding headlights, holding your waist as a habit from protecting you from almost every potential external threat. you pulled his hand a bit, implying to get into the vehicle right away to not get drenched.

“it’s just the two of us, then,” minho mumbles, finding his wallet in the backpack on his lap. you agree, moving yourself to the front to give the driver your pay. “i’m paying this time.”

minho glances at you and groans once again. he grumbles, “right when i pulled out my wallet from my bag, thanks.”

as you carefully move back next to him, you found minho holding onto the metal bars above you. you decided to do the same when you comfortably sat on your seat already.

there’s this exhilarating feeling from the wind coming from the wide windows in front and behind you. the jeep was scaringly speeding through the roads a little faster than usual. the cold breeze comforted you in a sense.

despite the darkness covering the buildings and streets, you didn’t mind your lack of awareness of where you’re going already.

maybe this time, you’re a little careless and carefree. you don’t know if fatigue’s kicking in or you don’t care about anything at the moment.

minho notices your drowsy eyes, head almost falling down to the front. with your hand on the metal bar only keeping you away from banging your head to the seats in front of you, minho quickly snakes his arm to your waist.

“i got you, i got you,” he whispers to you. he drops your barely hanging hand above you and leans your body back.

without understanding any of the gibberish that comes out of your mouth, he shushes you, gently pulling you closer to him. “loosen up yourself a bit, get some rest.”

you responded quickly, leaning your head to the window railing behind you.

still, minho’s arm is still around your waist. he brings up his other arm to lightly put your head on his shoulder. “that should do. please do take a nap, _____.”

you nod, some hairs falling in front of your face from the small movement.

minho is hesitating a little bit whether to make another move or not. he didn’t want to move that much so you would have some sleep during the long ride. your place is near the last stop of the jeepney’s route anyways. he wouldn’t like to see you stir up from your sleep just because he moved, the jeep itself is moving too fast after all.

even if he had a whole monologue of him not bothering your short quality sleep, he still decided to do something. slowly raising his hand once again, he softly moves the hair out of your face.

the dim lights of the jeepney inside somehow shine near your face, enough for minho to admire such beauty like you.

the loving eyes are there the whole time. he looks away every few minutes just to look at the windows and barely familiarizes himself with which stop are they in already.

you are sound asleep, and he’s relieved that you got some time off from all of the things you did today. he’s aware that your date wasn’t the only thing you attended to for the day.

unconsciously grinning, he mumbles, “i’ll just wake you up when we’re home. thank you for today.”

the final move minho takes is a sweet kiss on your head. then he’s off to leaning his head on top of yours, shutting his eyes to take in the absolute comfort he feels in this moment.

just a little while, you’ll be home. yet, isn’t home already with you?

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[drawlfoy]

detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no not really

summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.

warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does

a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words

word count: 11.6k

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happy reading y’all

For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.

Her life was ending for sure.

“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”

“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”

Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”

“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”

“How very analytic of you.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”

“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”

“Have fun.”

~ 

Detention.

Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.

Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.

At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.

“Malfoy?” she spat.

The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”

She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”

With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy. 

“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.

“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”

His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”

He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”

“No promises, but maybe.”

“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”

She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”

“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”

~

“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.

“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.

“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”

“Wait! That’s it!”

“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”

“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”

“Ick!”

“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”

“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”

“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”

“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”

“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

“Love potion?” offered Ron.

“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”

“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”

“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”

A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”

The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two. 

“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”

The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him. 

“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too cocky, now.”

The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers. 

“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”

The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.

“Oh shi--Hermione!”

Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door. 

“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.

“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.

“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”

“I don’t understa--”

“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”

He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”

Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”

Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.

“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”

“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”

Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.

“You’re not going back to the party?”

“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”

With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

But the walk was creepy.

There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time. 

“Who’s there?”

The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.

The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.

“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.

“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled. 

She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”

“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”

“But why? This is my spot!”

“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”

Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her. 

Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks. 

“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”

“And it would be even quieter if you left.”

“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.

“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth. 

“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”

“Please leave.”

On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile. 

Task 1? Technically done.

~ 

The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable. 

Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation. 

“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.

“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”

Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.

Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.

Why was this castle so dark?

A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her. 

Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?

She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”

“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”

She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.

“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”

McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”

“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”

“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”

“How about neutral terms?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”

“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”

He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”

“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.

He stared blankly at her.

“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”

“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N. 

“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”

“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone. 

They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.

On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys. 

On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was. 

“What is it?” 

Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”

“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back. 

“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.

“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”

He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“Because I want to.” She beamed.

Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”

“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”

“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs. 

He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”

“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”

He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”

“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”

“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”

He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”

Ouch.

She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??” 

“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”

Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her. 

Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.

When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on. 

“Y/L/N?” 

Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.

“Wait!”

She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.

~

“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”

Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”

“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”

“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”

“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”

“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match. 

After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”

“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”

“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.

The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made. 

“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”

“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”

Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”

“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”

“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her. 

Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?

Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.

“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled. 

She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.

“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. 

“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”

“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”

He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,

“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.” 

“Why?” 

“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.” 

“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”

“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”

“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate. 

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”

He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug. “Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”

“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin. 

“Deal.”

Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”

“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”

Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.

“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”

“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”

“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”

“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”

Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”

“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”

“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.” 

Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”

“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there’s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”

“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”

That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”

“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”

“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”

After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest. 

Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood. 

Narcissistic snot.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own. 

She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him. 

She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost. 

~ 

When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.

“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”

“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.

“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”

He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”

“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”

“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”

“Malfoy!” 

His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”

“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”

She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.

He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”

She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”

“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.

Y/N smirked and sent him a wink. 

“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”

“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia. 

She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.

“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed. 

“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.

“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”

He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green. 

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked. 

He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”

“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused. 

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”

“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.

“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face. 

“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before? 

But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.

“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”

“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder. 

He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”

“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”

He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”

Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me. 

After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”

“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”

Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes. 

“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.” 

“Fair.”

Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”

“What’s it for you?”

“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”

“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.

“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.” 

He stared at her in silence.

“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”

“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.

“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”

She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”

“No.” His voice was sour. 

“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.” 

“Y/L/N!”

“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”

“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”

“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”

“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.

Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”

“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.

“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.” 

“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.

“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”

“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.

Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.

Here goes.

She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.

Well, fuck. 

~

The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…

She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him. 

Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow. 

When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.

But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.

The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.

“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.

“No?”

“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica. 

“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”

“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”

He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”

“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.

Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.

“Is something wrong?” 

He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”

“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.

~

Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what. 

She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned. 

So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.

“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”

He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”

“Huh?”

Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper. 

“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”

“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove. 

They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”

After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”

Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”

“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.

“Something like that.”

“Have you tried lavender?”

“I’m sorry?” He frowned.

“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.

“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”

“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”

He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”

“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”

“Just give it a sniff.” 

He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.

The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not?”

“Not quite my taste,” he spat.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”

“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”

“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.

“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown. 

“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait. 

He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.

McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.

She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”

While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill. 

Ha.

Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.

“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower. 

“What’s it to you?” she fired back.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.

“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Are they?” 

She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”

“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”

“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”

If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”

He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”

She gulped.

“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.

“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”

He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.

“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.

“You bought it, didn’t you?” 

“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress. 

Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps. 

“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.

“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I live to serve,” he drawled.

And just like that, he was gone.

~

Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.

Where was that loser?

“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”

Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.

It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.

If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?

The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim. 

As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings. 

Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot. 

And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.

She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.

Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.

A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe. 

Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.

“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.

“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”

As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking. 

“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”

final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭

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[pants] I’M HERE

congrats on 1k bestie <3!!! could i maybe have uuuuuuuh cyberpunk!au, recording, dumbification, and handcuffs/blindfolds with bakugou pls 🥺👉👈

hi sunny honey, it’s your cherry here ready to deliver your bakugou drabble <3 can’t imagine a better way to come back to writing tbh. thanks for this one, enjoy some subby cyborg katsuki LMFAO

ngl i struggled a bit with this one bc it was my first attempt at writing in a week and i apologize shfgjdgfkd

also shit this wasn’t meant to be so long—

content warnings: slight dubcon (? tagging it as such just incase), a handjob, overstim, creampie/just a lot of cum in general, power dynamics, calling bakugou “pet”, and some really rusty writing yikes

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“What the fuck did you do to me?” his voice cut through the various whirring of machinery around the two of you, your gaze being thrown over your shoulder to inspect the man demanding your attention. His wrists were cuffed to your operating table— well at least, his one remaining wrist made of his flesh and bone, while the other stayed magnetized to the table.

When you didn’t provide him with an answer, he grit his teeth in anger. Hearing him thrash helplessly on the counter, you smiled idly to yourself as you tapped away at your keyboard. Pressing the enter button, you noted the small spherical drone that flew around your shoulders. It buzzed with life, its built-in camera flashing a little red light to indicate that it was, in fact, recording. “Test run 409, for one Katsuki Bakugou. Subject has had many cybernetic replacements, including his arm, his right leg past his knee, and part of his jaw. All of which were installed by myself, he seems to be responding well to all sensory tests and retains memory of his past accident.”

“When I fucking asked you to fix me up, this isn’t what I meant,” Katsuki rumbled, looking down to see that his clothes were completely discarded. His dick was completely out in the open. Crimson spread across his cheeks, his anger slowly growing as he glared at how utterly unbothered you were by him. Your gentle hand stroked the side of his face, his eyes flickering from your fingers to the half lidded gaze you gave him.

“I didn’t ask for you to make me some kind of robot freak,” he spat venomously, though there was no denying the way his heart thudded in his chest at how your fingers ran their way down his neck, over his scarred chest from previous battles trying to reclaim his dirt poor city from the technological monsters that ran it. Such battles that were so bloody, it led him here to your hands. You were the best doctor the city had to offer, and apparently Kirishima wasn’t lying when he had said you could fix anything. Your fingers danced across his hot skin, and Katsuki cursed the fire that began to build low in his stomach, a feeling that made his cock twitch the longer you touched him like this.

“I told you upfront what my repayment would be, pet,” the moment the word left your mouth, Katsuki’s nostrils flared, hot embarrassment flooding his being. And yet, he grunted as his cock stiffened further. “When I get out of these fucking cuffs, I’ll-” “You’ll what?” you chided, hand now wrapping around his throbbing cock from the amount of teasing you had subjected him to. His thighs tensed, breathing laboured as he could feel his wrist digging into the steel of the handcuff. His bionic arm flexed, artificial fingers curled into a fist as he fought the urge to succumb into any unfavourable thoughts that were plaguing his mind. Mostly of you bouncing on his cock, or wrapping his newly cybernetic hand around your neck, flipping the table and fucking you right— Your thumb toyed with his slit, earning a hiss from the ash blond beneath you. Your tiny drone flew down to zoom in on how your nails looked as you pumped his cock, Katsuki's cock now fully hard in your hand.

“Sensitive, aren’t you? When’s the last time you-”

“Shut the fuck up, doc.”

The moments you had with him were well spent. You made him cum a handful of times. Once with your hand, another with your mouth, and now you were sitting on his cock right down to the hilt, eyelids drooped low with a darkened lust and heart thrumming in your chest at how utterly spent he looked beneath you. His eyes rolled back into skull as he struggled to keep up with your brutal pace of you impaling yourself on his cock. “Doc, fuck ‘m…” he could barely form any sentences, his body overstimulated as his broad chest heaved. He was a mess of curses, cum, and sweat. And still he wanted more.

“C’mon,” you urged, swivelling your hips as you glanced down at how Katsuki’s cum painted his abs with white from his previous orgasm. Katsuki wanted to touch you. Feel your plush skin, squeeze your ass, give him some semblance of control over his situation. And yet, the only response he could give you was a simple whine, head thrown back as you milked his cock for the third time that night. You grinned as you clicked your tongue at his expression.

“Don’t go dumb on me now, pet.”

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—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

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Shouto Todoroki: 

truth be told, shouto never wanted children 

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster 

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like 

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off 

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible 

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts 

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use 

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off 

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end 

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked 

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears 

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks 

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked 

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved 

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other 

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome 

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted 

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official 

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him 

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds 

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone 

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because 

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks 

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle 

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf 

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself 

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day 

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die 

Midoriya Izuku: 

midoriya was born and bred to be a father 

change my mind 

i mean look at that face 

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero 

it just crushed izuku 

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work 

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent 

it was a difficult adjustment 

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could 

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother 

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two 

and izuku worked a lot 

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo 

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself 

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was 

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms 

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by 

it was tough, but deku was determined 

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them 

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones 

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close 

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there 

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money 

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi��s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything 

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work 

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day 

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible 

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same 

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around 

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital 

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself 

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company 

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt 

sero yelled at her in panic 

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized 

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep 

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies 

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it 

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has 

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance 

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it 

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice 

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience 

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her 

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares 

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him 

it was actually so scary 

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

 i love it ❤️

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #sero hanta #father!bnha #single!dad headcanons #can you tell how much i love this idea #i love when the bnha characters are happy <3 #also supriseeee shawtyy

[uwumessenger]

random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

#i cant wait for finals to be over #HASHTAG TIME HCNDNDNSN SO MANY #obey me tingz #obey me #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #om! headcanons #omswd #obey me imagines

[selfilluminatingkyu]

Dancing with the Devil(s): Chapter I

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You always knew that your purpose in life was to elevate the status of your family. You’d been trained for that since you were old enough to talk. Weaponized to be the most desirable one in the room, leaving absolutely no question as to whom would want you, but more of a question of who would approach first. And you didn’t mind, because if you did it, and succeeded, it meant your siblings did not.

But what happens when your parents aren’t satisfied with just that. What if they want more and you are just as expendable as any toy doll?

F!Reader x Adult Trio ( F!Reader x Chrollo; F!Reader x Illumi; F!Reader x Hisoka) (Initially it starts out gender neutral but I just want to give a forewarning that in future chapters it’ll shift to F!)

A/N: ooofda. Tis been a while since I’ve posted a story (and left it up) on good ole Tumblr. But here it is. I had a crazy ass dream, a crazy ass friend who suggested I wrote it all down and well...here we go! This will be a multichapter fic. How long and when I update is unknown so fair warning on that. I’ll try to get as much written as I can this week and then update y’all accordingly. As of right now, this plotline somewhat shifts what happens in Season 3 of the Anime. It’ll make more sense as I post more chapters. 

Story Warnings: Adult Trio (need I say more lol); 18+; adult themes, abuse, language, sexual themes & smut; violence; character death (not major character); The is a work of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters, save for those I had created on my own. I do not own any of the images that I have places in the fic(s) unless stated otherwise. If they are yours, please let me know so I can give credit where it is due.

Chapter Warning: Human trafficking (reader is sold to the mafia); pretty docile chapter. This chapter was unedited so sorry in advanced. This is Reposted bc I fucked up the tags. The new Chapter will be up tonight as well. 

Word Count: 4.8k

(c) All Rights Reserved by Selfilluminatingkyu

It truly shouldn’t have been a shock to anyone as you walked down the side walk from picking up your little sister, Akari, from school when you saw the dozen of men, dressed in black suits, surveying the area and the four cars parked outside of your home.

It truly shouldn’t have. But somehow, someway, the shock of your parents actually going through with the late night whispers you’d heard only a few weeks ago left a spark of fear running up your spine and clawing up your neck, trying to take root and show in your eyes and expression. You wouldn’t let it though.

No, you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

Looking down at your younger sister, you smiled, squeezed her small hand. Walking past the men, you took in a quick calculation of them, reading them as discreetly as you could without making it known just exactly what you were doing. Nodding to a few that looked you over, nasty smirks gracing their features as the nudged one another once they realized your presence, you proceeded to march your sister much quicker into the house.

The home your parents had in the city was nice, but not nearly as large as the home they kept in the country side. But it was all you needed when you were here throughout the year. Or…that was what you thought. You knew your parents were less than agreeable people; had known as such since you were little when they had already started grooming you to be their prized possession.

You would elevate their status even more. Would marry someone of even more wealthy and notability and thrust not just yourself, but the rest of the family into a higher station. You’d been trained and taught since the moment you were old enough to walk. How to speak, what to say, when to say it. Then came the other languages and the flirting and panhandling. Then, there was how to walk, how to sit, how to dress, groom, apply makeup and the like. The list went on and on and you’d spent hours learning all of these things meticulously…and that was all on top of trying to maintain nearly perfect, if not absolutely perfect grades. All while doing extracurricular activities. The marathon you’d been running since you could speak seemed to finally be coming to an end

Whether that was good or bad though…you weren’t entirely sure.

Entering your family home, you took off your little sister’s coat and hat, placing them on her designated hook and then placing her bag on top of them before opening it and making sure to remove her homework and anything else necessary. As you were doing all of this, you didn’t miss the man who was sitting on the sofa in the living room off the front door who was watching you. Your other little sister, Niko, sitting nearby, along with your brother, Kaito.

“You’re home earlier than expected.” Kaito says, looking between you and your little sister as you place all of the items into her hands. While his tone to an outsider would seem noncommittal, there is an edge to it the tells you that he is nervous and easy. You knew the from the moment you walked in and saw him plucking subconsciously at his nails, but his tone confirmed it.

“Hmm,” you muttered handing Akari her things before patting her on the butt and sending her upstairs.” “Niko take Akari upstairs and start her on her homework. Which ones should be marked on the page.” The older of the two young girls nods her head and moves to grab the younger’s hand, but stops and wraps her arms around your hips, burrowing her face into your stomach.

“I love you, y/n. So much.” She says and there is no mistaking the break in her voice. The moment is over just as quickly as it started, with Niko grabbing Akari’s small hand quickly and dragging her up the stairs before the foreign man can notice the tears that are beginning to spill onto her chubby cheeks.

You don’t though. You don’t miss the break, nor did you miss the goodbye in her words, nor the tight squeeze to your being as if it would be her last chance to do as such. You didn’t miss the way she burrowed into you like she miss the part of her that would remain with you, and part of you that would remain with her. A burrow that she hasn’t done since she was 4 and scared from the earthquake that shook the entire foundation of your home and brought several family heirlooms crashing to the floor. No, it wasn’t something you would ever miss but it was something you would probably never experience again.

So with less than split second to comprehend all of this, process it and accept it. You allowed yourself to wallow in the finality of this moment in the span of an eye blink and then placed your well perfect mask over your features and turned to your younger brother, looking as ever the perfect example of strength and eloquence. The smile on your face was as fake as the Prada your mother carried around but looked just as real to even the best trained eye.

However, your brother had been subjected to the same rigorous training as you had been and could spot the pleasantry from a mile away. Walking towards you he stopped short, an arms length away before squaring his shoulders and looking at the man still sitting and observing on the coach.

“Could you give us a moment?” Kaito asked. Well, technically it was posed as a question but the authority in his voice left little room for discussion or disagreement.

The man simply nodded and stood up, gesturing to the door that led into the hall that lead towards the other sitting rooms, kitchen and dining area of your home and then continued on to the backyard.  Once the man had left the room and been gone for a full ten seconds, you both seemed to collapse in on yourself.

Sucking in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you had to stop yourself from screaming or sobbing, which you would do first you weren’t sure. But you were sure that at some point tonight, you would do both. You didn’t doubt it. Closing your eyes and taking in a breath, you wondered how you had gotten here. Wondered what you had done in a past life to deserve this, to be born to these parents. You wondered what steps you had taken to solidify this path and what steps you should have taken to avoid it. Knowing that those thoughts were dangerous and would leave you vulnerable, you opened your eyes and you looked at your little brother. Looked at him and wondered when he had gotten so much older. Where was the little boy who would chase you around the garden and squeal when you blew raspberries on his tummy? Who was this young man standing before you and what hadn’t you protected him from to make his eyes so strong? So haunted and far gone?

Reaching up you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and smiled softly at him. Wiping the tear that had leaked out and thought to yourself, there he was. There was your sweet little brother who cried when your father had killed the mouse that had somehow snuck into the kitchen. There was the boy who giggle and laughed and wanted to play dress up with you and attend your makeup lessons. The boy who sang as sweet as an angel and was as etherial as one when he smiled. The boy who fell asleep on your lap in the field of foreign flowers that smelled sweet and carried the summer sun on their petals.

“Don’t go.” He choked out and you wasted no time pulling him into your chest and squeezing him as tightly as you could. “Please y/n, don’t go with them. We’ll never see you again if you do.”

“You’ll see me again Kaito, it’ll only be short while, while I get settled with my new-“ You tried before Kaito was cutting you off, fear present in his eyes and in the shaking of his body.

“No, you don’t understand. They aren’t marrying you off y/n. They’re selling you off. At the auction. One of the Dons’s highest representative is in there and is buying you from our parents so that they can sell you at the auction. Something about your “untapped abilities” and your…well generally untapped-ness.” Kaito said softly, as if not to alert the man outside the door that you were becoming aware of just how grave the situation was becoming.

You blinked a couple of times, slowly, trying to register exactly what it was your brother was telling you. You had seen the flyers “around" town, knew of the auction he spoke of. A market for the underworld. Where the wealthy and seedy, more often than not both, came to merge together in an effort to buy rare and priceless items, usually illegal and none for the faint of heart. You hadn’t heard of living beings being sold at the auction before though. Dead bodies and body parts? Yes, numerous times over. Mummies and other corpses? Yes, those were often times some of the highest selling items. But actual human trafficking? No, that you couldn’t say you’d ever been informed of.

Your legs sudden felt like jelly beneath you and you had to use Kaito as a crutch to keep you from completely falling to the ground. Selling you. They were going to actually sell you to the mafia for them to with as they pleased. You were property to be bought and sold and nothing more…nothing less. No better than cattle being sent to slaughter really. As you looked up at your little brother, you no longer questioned when he’d changed so suddenly from boy to man but instead feared that your parents would some day do the same to him. To your younger sisters. Who was to say they wouldn’t? What is to say they wouldn’t? Taking in a deep breath through your nose and releasing it through your mouth, you began to scheme. To think of a way in which you could either reroute this situation entirely or shift it to your favor. To a favor that allowed your siblings a life not filled with darkness like your own.

“We can run.” The sentence was simple. Three little words that on any given day, probably did not mean much. Had Kaito said those words this weekend, you would’ve assumed he was talking about when you had come out of the store with your siblings to find the sky had opened up and none of you were dressed for the occasion nor do you have an umbrella on you and the car was so distance off. Had he said it yesterday morning, you would have thought he was referring to when you’d groaned about having to go through the group of obnoxious boys on your campus that always seemed to harass the both of you.

Right now though, those three words meant life or death. They meant leaving this place beyond and running to a destination that you did not know. Stopping for how long? You could not say nor did you ever think you could if you chose this path. The severity of the three simple words had not impacted you as such since you were younger and the boy who used to live down the street from you told you he didn’t like you and then proceeded to push you down before running away, screaming to his friends that he’d made the ice princess bleed and her blood was indeed red and not white like the color of snow or clear like the color of ice they were so sure ran through your veins.

You were not given much of an opportunity to think on the proposition before the door was being flung open, the foreign man from earlier looking between the two of you before sighing.

“You’re wanting in the other room miss.” He said monotonously, turning to the side and motioning for you to move forward. When Kaito went to move as well, he held up his hand. “Just her…only her.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you think it was an indication that this would probably be the last time you saw your baby brother, so you nodded to the man before turning to Kaito and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. You pulled him in close and ran through everything you two had been through together in life. If someone had asked you if you remembered him being born you would’ve laughed. Of course not, what toddler does. But in that moment, you did. You remember the way he had wailed and cried when you toddle into the room, smiling at your sweat soaked mother and then looking at the small child in her arms. He had been so little then, fragile and sickly looking almost. He had screamed his head off as he had come into the world. But the moment he locked eyes with you and grabbed on your small finger with his even smaller finger, the world and him seemed to become absolutely silent.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Keep studying hard and make sure Niko and Akari do the same. Don’t let Niko try and sneak sweets to bed and tell Akari that being an artist is a career path if she wants it to be.” You rushed out, stepping back and cupping his face again. “Live your life Kaito. Live it the way you want and be the man you want to be.”

Leaning in again, you squeezed him and kissed his temple before whispering, “I’ll come back to you, to our sisters. I’ll find a way Kaito. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do it and make sure that the same thing doesn’t happen to the rest of you. I promise.”

And with that, you backed away from your baby brother and proceeded to walk through the door, hearing it close with a slam that sounded so final you wondered if that was what death sounded like. Taking in a breath and trying to calm your racing nerves, you indicated for the man to move, following behind and stealing your nerves for what was about to come.

When you walked into the sitting room off of the kitchen, you wondered how a home you had known your entire life could feel so foreign and cold. So uninviting and unwelcoming. This place was not your home you told yourself, no, it was merely a facilitation facility meant to groom and prepare you for slaughter. You wondered if livestock felt the same way as they walked into the slaughterhouse. Did they suddenly realize that the place they thought was warm and loving…was nothing more than a place to perfect them into prime beef?

You didn’t waste much thought on the comparison before coming to stop in front of the small group of people in the room. Your mother and father were sitting on one side, while a man was sitting on the other, two men flanking him behind the loveseat. You appraised the situation, noting that the air in the room felt stagnant, a touch of displeasure mingling with the clear anxiety that was likely rolling out of your parents. You wondered if it was because they were in the presence of men who would kill them without so many as batting an eyelash or because they worried you would be rejected as the sacrificial lamb.

“And this is our y/n. She’s even more lovely than the photos we sent you…is she not?” The woman who had been masquerading as your mother said, coming up beside you and pulling you into a better position for the man to appraise you.

Which he did, without missing a beat. The man set his tea back down before leaning back on the sofa, eying you carefully while scratching at his chin. He wasn’t an unattractive man per se, but he was certainly not attractive either. No, he would be appealing enough for a woman of normal upbringing but would never be accepted by those of a higher breeding standard. He was probably in his late thirties, early forties, but a hard life had worn him out and the clear plastic surgery he’d done once obtaining such a position within the mafia had not truly changed that. His platinum blonde hair was styled well and his clothes were likely designer, but there was still an air about him that suggested his was playing dress-up.

The man got up slowly and you continued to watch him, he met your eyes several times as he walked around you in a circle, causing your mother to back up and watch expectantly. Idly, you wondered what had they been promised. Money? Power? A position within the mafia? Jewels? Precious Gems? What was it that they had bargained for that had both of your parents so on edge for this approval. Your father, who was usually a presence to be noticed in a room seemed to be swallowed into the background by the men here. Swallowed, almost entirely, were it not for the fear that was clearly as day to you in his eyes, in his body language.

As you watched your father out of the corner of your eyes, you decided that no, it was not a position within the family that yours had been offered. No one in their right mind would offer a simpering coward like your father that kind of responsibility. Not a man worth his salt anyway.

“And you’re sure that she is pure.” As the words came out of the man’s mouth, you almost recoiled back in shock at the way in which they seemed to slap you. But you didn’t, catching yourself quickly and beating yourself to the punch.

“Why lie? In this modern day and age, that is a burden, not blessing.” You answer coolly, looking the man in the eye and standing your ground as he came near.

You do not have to look at your parents to know that they are panicking. Your mother’s ever so soft inhale of breath through her teeth might not have reached the ears of the others in the room, but they certainly reached yours. And you could feel the heat within the glare your father was directing at your back, no question planning your beating if this did not go their way. You did not care though. No, the moment Kaito had uttered the words “selling” to you and placing them in the context of you being the purchasable item…your ability to care died along with the pieces of you that you would not need to survive currently.

The man’s booming laughter brought you back to the present and caused you to startle. Blinking your eyes, you looked at him curiously for a moment as he threw his head back and laughed from his gut.

“She is exactly what the Don is looking for. She will be the perfect star piece of the auction. You have done well. You should be proud of yourself for raising such an agreeable daughter.” He spoke through his laughter, the last bits holding a weight you did not like nor wished to acknowledge.

Raise? More like farmed. Tragically, you wondered if this had always been your intended purpose. Were you truly a being that had been bred and manufactured solely to be sold later down the line? Or had your parents had other purer intentions when you were first born that had suddenly shift for reasons you were still unaware?

Truly, it did not matter as the clock had run down on that life…on that person. As you stood there, quietly watching and wondering as words and papers were exchanged, you couldn’t help but picture the end of it all and silently sent a plea to whatever higher powers there were, to whichever ones that were listening, that in exchange for ending this heal quickly…you would do whatever was asked of you without question.

You decided then and there, resolutely as it were, that if need be, you would trade one devil in for the other if it meant that you were not an object to be sold…but a weaponed to be wielded if necessary.

When everything was said and done, the time it took from you walking through the door to you walking back out again had been over three hours, yet it somehow felt like it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

The moment the contract was signed and you were officially made a property of the mafia, you were escorted out of the house and into the backseat of one of the idling cars. Your backpack was on the seat beside you and you didn’t doubt that bags had been pack and already placed in the truck of the car. In silence you sat looking at your hands and wondering why you hadn’t spoken up. Why hadn’t you tried to escape? Tried to talk your way out of this situation and into a better one?

Looking out of the car window and up at your house, three reasons looked back at you and what little self-preservation you had left snapped. The tears streamed down your face and you sobbed. You placed a hand on the window and allowed the tears to fall freely as you looked up at the three reasons for why you hadn’t spoken up, why you hadn’t run, why would hadn’t tried to negotiate yourself into a better situation. You weren’t stupid. You knew the moment you threw your card onto the table they would be used against you. While you could be used against your parents…your three younger siblings could be used against you, and you alone. They had been yours to take care of and nurture for more than either of your parents would care to ever admit, but it was the truth regardless. You’d taken on the roll with ease and delight. Welcoming every following baby with open arms and heart, cooing at how they could all be just so perfect.

So, you sat in the car, tears streaming down your face and looking a bleak outlook in the eye and knew the exact reason you did not do anything was so that they could do everything. You sacrificed yourself for your siblings in the way parents were supposed to for their children. You would suffer this so that they would never have to know this pain. You would bare this with the grace, strength and courage you had been conditioned into so they would not. Despite those things, and despite the invisible chains that were being placed upon you, you would break free and you would find them and you would unchain them as well.

When the man entered the car and sat down beside you, you didn’t so much as turn, never taking your eyes off of the three sets staring back at you till the car was moving and you could no longer look. Even then, you kept your eyes downcast and fixed on your hands as you thought about what exactly could be facing you at the end of the car ride; would be facing you on the day of the auction.

“You’re awfully quiet for a girl who just got sold to the mafia.” The man says and despite all of your training and best efforts, you can not bite your tongue or wipe the incredulous look off your face as you turn to him.

“How exactly am I supposed to act? Please tell me what exactly it is that you are expecting from me and I will deliver in kind. What option do I have aside from going along with this? Despite what I’m sure you and your men may think, I’m neither weak nor stupid. You brought a total of ten men with you. You have five positioned at the front of the house, one watching my siblings, two with you, and another upstairs waiting for when my little sister and then brother left and another positioned outside in the garden should I have attempted to escape.” The words poured out of you with a force that left your chest feeling hollow and your tongue feeling bruised. “Should I have made a wrong move, you would’ve hurt my siblings in order to correct my mistake. Had my parents made a wrong move, you would’ve likely just taken me anyway. I knew that from the moment I walked in.”

The man looks at you a little bewildered, like he isn’t sure whether to be amazed or frightened by your precise observation but you see him slowly shift into intrigue as he looks you over carefully. His eyes are calculating and you fear for a second that he is going to try something. Who would be the wiser if you came to them lacking one of the attributes that had won the man over? You didn’t allow for the fear or disgusted to creep onto your face or in your body language, but you did take into account every move the man made and every option you had available to you should you need to depend yourself.

“I don’t think tactical training like that would be included in classes between etiquette and dance classes.” He muses.

“Then you don’t know the first thing about being a woman with expectations like mine.” You shoot back and the man laughed deep and loud like he did at your home. “You find my answer amusing?”

“Yes, because it’s absurd.” He says through his laughter, slapped the headrest of the driver’s seat in front of him and the driver himself lets out a soft chuckle. “But clearly from the look on your face, you believe I’m wrong.”

“I don’t believe you are, I know it.” The bite to your voice has the two men sobering up quickly and you mentally praise yourself for not allowing the pity you feel to swallow you whole. “You think what I, and women like me, are taught is simply how to prance about a room and make ourselves look pretty. That is obviously a man’s way to look at it. No, what we’re taught is no different to the same strategy men are taught in war rooms. We appraise our surroundings quickly and efficiently, all while mingling and remaining invested in conversation. We women who you think are so daft and vain had already clocked every viable exit, exit strategy, man with a gun and viable threat within the first 30 seconds of entering a room and then made a calculation of exactly everyone who is there, who should be there, and who will cause a problem that evening. And that’s all within the first three minutes.

“Within the first five, we have also figured out most, if not all, of every single man’s weaknesses, know who is a formidable opponent, who is not worth the effort and who with kill us within the blink of an eye. And within the first seven, we’ve probably also figured out who is who’s target and what way they were seek to execute their plans, nefarious or trifle is of no consequence. So yes, I believe you’re wrong because that is taught to women all before most boys are even up for breakfast in the mornings and it is the last thing before we go to bed at night that we must master. Not because just our lives depend upon the utmost certainty of that information, but because those we care about live or die by it as well.”

And with that, you turn to look at the window again, watching as the houses fade and the high rises begin, growing exponentially taller and taller as the car draws closer and closer to the heart of the city. The auction is going to be happening soon and you have no doubt that whatever Don has purchased you, had every intention of showing off his highly anticipated merchandise before the expectant bidders, giving them a taste of what is that they can expect upon the first night of the auctions.

#Dancing with the Devil(s) #fic #sfw #currently #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo fic #hisoka #hisoka fic #illumi zoldyck #illumi fic #reader insert

[whatbutandreil]

i had an ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of months bc i didn't really know what i wanted to say, but i lost the ask:/

unfortunately, when i tried to save my response to my drafts, tumblr just,, fuckin deleted it, so im sorry to whoever asked it:/ but i have my response now. the ask said "what(or who) got you into tfc?" to the person who asked this question, thank you. this has been a really great reflection. so uh,, here's my answer:

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i kinda hate the way i came into tfc bc it was in a way that didn't respect the wishes of my, now friend on twitter, ziegenkind.

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basically, i was scrolling on pinterest, as you do, and i fell into a hole of like,, gay fanart? (not a question, just a little self-reflection on how fucking queer i am. how did i not fucking know?)

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anyway, so, i was scrolling, as you do, and i found @ziegenkind 's stunning painting of andrew and neil on the bottom bunk of the dorm bed (y'all know the one) and i was like "whooooo,, the fUCk are these two cuties (ʘ‿ʘ)??"

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PSA : DONT REPOST PEOPLE'S ART WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION, ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE EXPLICITLY SAYS NOT TO. THIS COUNTS AS REPOSTING IF YOU POST SOMEONE ELSE'S ART TO PINTEREST, INSTAGRAM, TUMBLR, TWITTER, FACEBOOK, ANY SOCIAL MEDIA. DO NOT QRT PEOPLE'S ART ON TWITTER IF PEOPLE SAY NO. YOU ARE NO EXCEPTION. AND DONT FUCKING ERASE PEOPLE'S WATERMARKS AND DEFINITELY DONT REPLACE THEM WITH YOUR OWN. DONT FUCKING DO IT. to the lovely ziegenkind, (it's julian from twitter (^o^)丿) it's so fuckin unfortunate that i found your art through reposts and it's fucking horrible that people don't listen, but thank you for being my bridge into this fandom and im very grateful to have found you and been able to talk with such an angel. you quite literally changed my life forever and i can't thank you enough:') im eternally grateful for that. BUT DONT FUCKING REPOST DIPSHITS

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anyway, so, naturally, i sat in my bed for 3 hours at 1am on a school night, as you do, scrolling through andreil fan art and trying to figure out who the fUCK they were and what they were from. i found tfc and immediately downloaded it on my phone

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i didn't get to reading it for a bit tho:/ abt a week later, i was brought to the emergency room bc i was planning to kill myself. id been diagnosed with depression for around a year, who knows how long i was suffering before that, and i was hitting my lowest. it was abt 2 weeks after new years and on new years eve, i was planning on ending it bc i couldn't fathom dealing with it for another year. another year of feeling nothing or everything all at once. but my mom had called me downstairs to go to a new years party, so i didn't go through with it. abt 2 weeks later, i had seen my therapist again, and i was deflecting hard core, and she saw it, and she sent me to the ER. i was evaluated all night, but i wasn't kept for observation since i told the nurse that the thoughts had passed. i was taken out of school and put in an outpatient program where id have group for 4 hours and school for 2. every morning for abt a month, i would get picked up at my house in a minivan and id have a good 20-25+ min drive to program.

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every. single. morning. on the van, i would read tfc. every morning. i was going through, what i thought to be the worst time of my life (i now know that it in fact DID get worse and now we're going on a new level of bad, but then it was the worst id experienced) every morning i was reading about neil and him running from his father, something ive wanted to do for years. reading about andrew struggling with depression and self harm like i am and despising most touches bc of people in his life that ruined it, similar to how someone ruined it for me and doesn't understand that "no" means "no". reading about nicky learning to love and accept himself for being gay, for being who he is like ive been trying to accept myself being a queer ace trans boy. reading about kevin trying to cope with his anxiety, even if it's in an unhealthy way, the same way i do. reading about renee growing up one way and wanting to become a better person, something that i want to do every day. reading abt matt overcoming his addiction and loving his friends with his whole heart. reading about dan standing up for herself and being proud of who she is. reading abt allison cutting away the people in her life who wanted to hold her back. reading about aaron and andrew work through their differences to try and salvage their relationship. reading about neil taking his life back and living it the way he wants, on his terms, like i so badly crave to do. reading about neil and andrew finding a respectful and loving relationship, one where all boundaries are respected, not crossed, where there is comfort in being together and a certain understanding on a level that others could never wrap their mind around. the kind of relationship that i have always, always, yearned for, where i feel safe and loved and respected.

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these books taught me not only to die for the ones i love or kill for them, but to live for them, and to me, that is a much more daunting and difficult task.

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All For the Game gave me hope, something i never thought id have again. it gave me hope for tomorrow. and the day after that. and a month after that. and it gives me hope that one day, i will get away from my father, i will be comfortable with who i am and love myself for it, i will find ways to cope with my anxiety properly, i will be proud of the person i have become, i will have friends who i love and who love me, i will stand up for myself and be proud to be the person ive become, i will surround myself with good people and cut away those who treat me wrong and hold me back, i will work to repair and maintain good relationships.

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it gives me hope that i will finally break away from the pain and start to live my life the way i want, as the person i was meant to be, the way i was meant to live my life.

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it gives me hope that i will overcome my depression, that i will find the strength to stop harming myself to cope, that i will find the strength to push through, even after ive been given every reason to just give up.

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it gives me hope that one day, i will find a person who will love me for who i am, love me despite my past and the scars i carry, love me in a way that i'll never be able to explain or understand. that i will find someone who respects my boundaries, who asks "yes or no?" before touching me, who respects if i say "no" and still fucking loves me regardless. someone who can feel like they can be completely themself around me, and that i can feel the same around them. someone who will fall in love with me a little more every day. someone who i'll fall in love with a little more every day.

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it gives me hope that one day, hopefully someday soon—but i think im willing to wait—i will be happy.

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All For the Game quite literally changed to course of my life, and i can say with confidence that without it, i would not be here right now.

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people say that books and shows and movies change there life all the time, but i know that i wouldn't be here without it. these books saved my fucking life. i wouldn't have experienced those mornings, walking into program with a goofy smile on my face, practically vibrating with what i now know was joy, blabbing to every person i ran into that morning abt a boy with scars and a sharp tongue on the run and the small, depressed and angry blond who told him to stay. or nights when i sobbed and sobbed for those boys who deserved better. and i wouldn't have gotten black armbands to cover my scars and match with my two biggest inspirations. or when i have a bad impulsive thought, i wouldnt have a voice in the back of my head going "what would andrew say? what would neil say?" and the vivid image of the small blond giving me a stare, face carefully blank, yet eyes swimming with a mix between disapproval and hope, and the boy covered in scars tentatively giving me a hug, a bit awkward at first, but he's a lovely hugger and eventually, awkwardness turns into comfort. without it, i don't think id know what pure, honest love is supposed to look like.

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sorry, i suppose this got quite a bit off track from what got me into aftg, but once i started writing, i couldn't stop.

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TLDR; i saw fanart on pinterest, DONT REPOST ART WITHOUT PERMISSION, and my life was saved and changed for the better by a book that i stumbled upon, purely by chance.

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i don't believe in fate, but i do think that i found these books for a reason, and that my life changed because of it. i suppose you could call it the butterfly effect.

#julian's replies #my story #these books saves my life #thank you #im forever grateful #about julian #tfc #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #thefoxholecourt #neil josten #all for the gay #andrew minyard #andreil #andrew joseph minyard #neil abram josten #depression #depression tw #suicide #suicide tw #selfharm #self harm #self harm tw #self harm mention #depression mention #suicide mention #ask julian

[griffinkid]

what made you change your url? i have like, no opinion on either bc theyre both fine but i got spooked for a second.. thought i saw a repost of your pictures on another blog when the op wasnt targaryenkid, only to see it was still your blog just with another name v.v this isnt meant as a "how dare u change ur url without notice", trust me, i was just under the impression u rly liked the one before bc it had been ur name for so so long! so im just wondering if theres a cool (?) reason 2 this owo

I was very attached to my old URL, but I felt it was time for a change! I posted a few times about changing it a week or so in advance of actually changing it, though I didn't say why I was changing it, just that I was going to.

I changed my URL as an homage to a fictional character who's become important to me over the past while (I've been posting her on this blog, all posts are tagged with c3❤️ if you want to avoid them). I won't get into the whole story as to why that character means so much to me, because long story/triggering content/nobody asked anyway, but essentially I couldn't think of a better expression of love than to change the URL I'd had for 3 years!

I did keep the '-kid' bit at the end in the hopes that it wouldn't be too drastically different from the last one!

[chogiwank]

Milkshake Boy - Art Student! Renjun AU [Part 2]

part 1, part 3 [ in progress]

**a/n: repost bc something went wrong**

Pairing: Art Student!Renjun x Art Student!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is new in town and works at an Arts Shop which old ladies, teachers and parents picking up supplies for their children mostly visit, and a cute boy who comes by every day. Having an accidental encounter with the boy they develop a friendship and a love of milkshakes, art and of course each other. Because what is even a love story if they don’t fall for each other with cheesy shit involved

Summer was ending and I hadn’t seen Renjun, you know the milkshake boy who visits the Arts Shop I work at every day? He came for three days but for two weeks he was nowhere in sight, still with five days left I had no idea for his whereabouts. I never got his number or email - do people still do that? I’m not sure but hey it would’ve been better than nothing.

Some days I took the night shift, others I took the morning in hopes of seeing him, but sadly I didn’t. Was I getting my hopes up too much? Did I misread the situation that happened that day? He was probably like that to everyone, maybe I was just being delusional - desperate to have someone whether it be a friend or a love interest, anyone at all really - to be accepted in a foreign place. I probably was and that’s my own fault, a hopeless romantic.

Today was my last day at work, it was around 6:30 in the evening I decided to stroll through the park instead of heading straight home. Sitting on the bench placed under a tree which tiny white flowers bloomed on, I took in the beauty of the park - a path set for walks and jogs, a playground for the children which I oh so badly wanted to play in, and a splash pad which was open on the hot days of summer. Many people already left the park to return home for dinner and a good night’s rest leaving the park silent with bird chirps now and again.

Feeling my stomach growl from hunger I abandoned my place on the bench and began to walk to my apartment until I felt a push and fell face first my head hitting the hard ground and elbow scrapping against the pavement, someone’s body weight on my back. A wince leaving my mouth from the sudden fall and hit.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” And there I heard it, a familiar voice. “Here let me help you up.”

The boy helped me up off the ground standing onto my feet, I looked up at the so-called stranger and smiled at him,

“Wow look who bumped into me, again.” I teased. “We really have to stop meeting like this.”

The two of us burst into laughter from the comment.

“Hi y/n” He flashed a bright smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you again after ditching me for two weeks, Renjun.” I playfully pushed him with a teasing smile.

“Okay first off, I know that was probably really bad but…” he trailed off, I raised my eyebrows. “It wasn’t my fault, my parents planned a trip to Hong Kong and I couldn’t make it to the shop to tell you! It was last minute I’m so sorry!”

Letting out a sigh I accepted his apology, “it’s cool don’t worry about it, but you owe.” I smirked, “you got to make it up to me for the time we lost.”

“Well, how can I do that?” He cocked his brow.

“That’s up to you.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I have an idea!” I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Let’s go to this cafe!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Cafe?”

“Yeah it’s nearby we can go right now if you have time.” His eyes lit up a look of hope that I might just join him, and of course, I did. The walk wasn’t that long like he said, maybe around 5 minutes? And it wasn’t far from my apartment either estimating only 10 minutes.

“I’m pretty surprised I never found this place before.” I looked around the cafe, it wasn’t much but it was very pretty with beautiful decor around the room, paper stars hung from the ceiling, a couple of round tables set up with chairs and a neon sign on the wall with the text: “Don’t Kill My Vibe”

“Well many people don’t know it since it’s so small you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s a shame it’s really so pretty.”

“Tell me about it, it’s also a shame because they have such good milkshakes.”

“Ahh, so this is where you get your daily milkshake?” I teasingly asked him.

“Oh, what’re you a stalker?” He chuckled.

“Kind of hard for me to not notice when you come in the store every day, sit in the same spot and drink the same thing right in front of the counter.”

“Hmm fair point.” He clicked his tongue and let out a laugh, wow I missed it so much - it was so pretty, such music to my ears. “Now would you like anything to drink? Milkshake? Coffee?”

“Milkshake, please!” I flashed a smile. “A [your favourite flavour] one!”

“Coming right up.” He said placing our order at the counter. “Take a seat I’ll bring the drinks.” I nodded finding a comfortable seat at one of the tables. In no time the milkshakes were made and Renjun brought them over to our table sitting across from me.

Renjun talked about his trip to Hong Kong - visiting in his grandparents and going on a boat ride, he told me about eating the food at a restaurant, a really expensive one but it had tiny servings so by the end he was still starving and came home shoving a bunch of Cheetos down his throat. I laughed at that, he was cute and funny. His voice was so nice to listen to, I didn’t want him to stop, I continued the conversation and we talked and talked on many different topics and in all honesty, we had a lot in common. I was glad we did, and he didn’t seem like a total dick yet so it was pretty much a win.

The clock ticked as my phone rang, halting our conversation I excused myself receiving a call from my mom, I checked the time and it was oh my goodness, 7:45 PM. I apologized and told her I was on my way home, rushing over to Renjun and wishing him goodbye.

“Wait, why don’t I walk you?” He asked.

“What?”

“Walk you home.” He flashed a bright smile. “I’ll walk you back to your place.”

I blushed at his offer. “Walk me? Don’t you have to get to your place?”

He nodded in response. “Yes I do but my place is at most 10 minutes away from yours.”

“Really?” He lived so close.

“Yeah, of course, let’s go!” He cheerfully got up from his chair throwing his and I’s empty cups in the trash, gesturing me to walk out. “Ladies first.” I curtsied and walked out of the cafe with him trailing along beside me. Walking past the park the sun was setting turning the sky into colours of pink and purple, the clouds calm and white in different shapes as we continued our non-sense conversations with giggles and admiring the beauty of the current scenery.

Arriving outside my apartment I thanked him for tagging along.

“It’s not a big deal really, plus…” he scratched the back of his neck. “I kind of owe you for bumping into you twice and uh making your head smash to the ground.”

We both laughed at the situation, “it’s true you do, also considering I have a big bump on my head now.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And unlike a pimple, I can’t pop it.”

“Sorry.” He giggled. “You still look cute though.”

“I look what?” He looked up surprised from his slip up. “Can you repeat that?”

“Uhh…” Renjun nervously fiddled with his thumbs. “You look fine, it’ll go away just apply some ice on it.”

“Yeah okay, but I meant the other thing,” I smirked teasing him.

“W-what other thing?” He stammered.

“Hmm c’mon don’t-“ he cut me off saying a goodbye and running off home.

“Sorry, I’m late! I’ll catch up with you soon!” And with that, he left once again and I Well kind of felt…sad? I guess you could say that. It could be because I’m probably liking him a little bit, but also since I’m not good at saying goodbyes, every time I hang out with someone and they leave I feel a deep hole in my chest. I feel empty. I don’t know why it’s just upsetting for me to say goodbyes no matter how little or big.

Returning back home I apologized to my mom for being late, telling her I got held up in work. Giving her a kiss on her forehead I continued to my room closing the door behind me. Changing into an old shirt and a pair of shorts I brushed my teeth and washed up preparing for bed. Plopping onto my bed I hugged my pillow tight and squealed into it remembering Renjun’s slip up. He thinks I’m cute? He really thinks I’m cute, does this mean he’s interested in me? I don’t know, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s like me, he’s just figuring out his feelings - yeah that’s it most likely. But wow, he called me cute. I felt my heart do ten backflips out of joy and oh boy that was probably the best sleep I had in a while.

a/n: I apologize for this being a little bit short but I’ll be making a part 3 as soon as possible bc it looks like you guys are enjoying it !! (^_^) I’m so so glad and thank you for the feedback and support guys !! I love you I’ll be updating soon !! - Doyoung’s Darling

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #renjun #haechan #jeno #jaemin #jisung #chenle #mark lee #taeyong #yuta #jaehyun #doyoung #johnny #johnny suh #ten #kun #yukhei #jungwoo #winwin #sicheng #moon taeil #nct 2018

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Red Object Symbolism

Good morning All and Happy Saturday! How's everyone's week going? I feel like I've been really absent this week, despite getting quite a few theories posted/reposted. I've especially been neglecting my inbox, and I apologize for that. I'm going to try hard to get to a few Asks tomorrow.

For today, I wanted to do a post on the red objects. It's by no means a definitive or master post. I just wanted to list most of the red objects we've seen and say a word or two about them. I may very well be missing some of them, so if you see something in your re-watch, be sure to let me know and I'll add it. I tried to do these in chronological order. (And sorry, I know the numbering on the pictures is a little wonky.) Here's what I have so far:

1. Glenn's car from S1, which he drove out of Atlanta. No idea if this was part of the same thing back then, but it could have been built on. (1x02) And, you know, Grady is in Atlanta, so Beth may be driving away from the city at some point.

2. The red cloak or robe-like coat in Beth's cell. (X) I've talked about this tons recently. (4x01)

3. Judith's cups. This one honestly doesn't fit the pattern quite as well as the others imo (I'll explain in a minute) but we've seen it more than once and I do think it has a lot to do with Beth. Especially given she was in this first scene with it. So I've included it. (4x02)

4. This is a scene from when Carl goes through the pudding house. He opens a bedroom door and sees a bird cage (which was also visible in Beth's cell) and a dead bird outside the open door. I've always thought it foreshadowed that Beth (songbird) would die when she tried to leave her prison (Grady). And no, there is no resurrection symbolism in this particular image, but it comes directly after. Carl closes the door and then is attacked by a walker which he shoots in the head, exactly where Beth is shot, and then the walker jumps back up again. Plus there are yellow scissors, shots of Carl's foot, he loses a shoe, and even marine/Oceanside symbols. Just saying. I included this shot because the bedspread is a deep shade of red. (4x09)

5. Then we move onto Coda. The red flag just before the prisoner exchange… (4x09)

6. And the firetruck, of course. (Remember that we've seen a lot of fire trucks, including several examples of toy ones in S6 (6x07, 6x08; let's just appreciate 6x07 is where Glenn is revealed to be alive). I didn't include them here for the sake of brevity, but I'm not excluding them either. I think they're just multiple examples of the same symbolism. (4x08)

7. Red Poncho Guy in 5x15. Obvious one.

8. Red balloon Rick sees at Alexandria. (5x15)

9. Stop Sign in 6x01. The street signs on top are also important. Redding is a time reference, and Marshall is a synonym for Sherriff.

10. The car Sasha and Abe were in during Operation Lead the Walkers Away. (Remember they were proxies for Bethyl.) 6x01

11. The red mail truck in 6x06. I did an edit about mail truck parallels. It's an important symbol all by itself, and part of the Communication Theme/Theory, I think. But the mail trucks are not always red. In this episode, which we all know oozed Beth symbolism, it was very red. Then there's a blond walker with a similar head wound to Beth's standing in front of it. And if you watch the scene, when Daryl drives by her on his bike, he does this weird shudder thing. I've always thought that was all purposeful.

12. Red Car in the picture here. More Red Car Parallels for Sashraham in 6x06.

13. I put this shot here bc it's the right place chronologically, but this isn't by far the first or only place we've seen it. A lot of us wonder if all these red objects might be connected to the red bandana Daryl always keeps in his back pocket. That might have been built on to connect these things to Daryl and Bethyl.

Yes, I did give you a shot of Daryl's butt. Your welcome. (6x11)

14. Red Taillight Necklace and Red Taillights in general. More on them HERE. (7x14)

15. Dynamite. We specifically saw this throughout S7. Most of the red/green juxtaposition was done with red dynamite and green wires. No way it's a coincidence. (7x15)

16. Red Shoe Laces. Again, I used this shot bc it's the most recent, but we saw these all through S5 and S6 as well. And you know it's a symbol bc what are the chances that various characters in various places (Morgan also had them BEFORE he reunited with TF) would just so happen to find the same random, bright red shoe laces? Just saying.

17. Red Umbrella. The most recent symbol that was all kinds of rancom.

So here's the thing about these objects. I'm not at all satisified that I understand the symbolism behind them. I've always said I thought they represented that something was marked for death, or at least danger. Red could = blood, but blood doesn't always = death. Could just be injury or something.

I do still think the red means that, but I'm equally sure that's not all it means. I think the symbolism is more complex than that. I was thinking that perhaps it meant something that was marked for death, but would ultimately survive. A resurrection symbol of some kind.

And that KIND OF works, but not in all cases.

For Glenn's red car, I suppose you could argue that maybe his faux-death in S6 was built on the car, but that's a bit of a stretch to me. Not that Gimple doesn't plan that carefully, but they're too far apart to be plausible imo. BUT. In S1, the car was part of the group escaping a huge horde of walkers in the city. And while no one was bitten or seriously injured, Glenn and Rick did cover themselves in walker gore. So the blood and the narrow escape are both present. I think that's more plausible--that they built on that symbolism--rather than connecting the car to S6. I"ll come back to this.

Obviously for all things specifically around Beth, a close brush with death followed by resurrection would make sense. So that includes numbers 2, 4, 5, 6, and 11. (I know 11 wasn't around Beth directly but given all the Beth symbolism in 6x06 and the Sasharaham parallels, it's obvious to me that it was still part of Beth's symbolism.) And everything after Coda could be a throwback to that same symbolism, showing it after-the-fact as a way to foreshadow her return.

But let's look at some others: Judith's cups. This doesn't seem to work for Judith at first glance. My best way to explain it for a while was to say that the symbolism in S4 was for Beth, not Judith, and then they repeated it in S6 to, once again, foreshadow Beth's return and as part of the S6 retellings. (I do still think that is mostly true, btw. In S6, when we saw Judith with the cups, they were playing one of Rick's songs about a girl he left behind.) 

But for Judith herself, remember something else: she had a death fake out in 4x08. Rick and Carl thought her dead, bc they didn't know Ty had gotten her out. Even the audience believed she was dead and, BONUS, Kirkman confirmed it. But guess what? He lied. Which is why we don't believe anything he says about Beth or Bethyl in general. He's been caught in lies before to throw the audience off. Anyway, remember that Rick and Carl saw blood all over Judith's car seat. So this actually works for her as well.

Red Poncho guy is another one that it only kinda works for. Don't get me wrong: everything about him screamed that he was a symbol for Beth. But he really did die. He only "came back" as a walker. There are other things to consider, though. I don't remember who I was talking to about this recently (possibly @wdway?) but Daryl says the guy is using wild leeks to ward off mosquitoes, which is a real thing. Leeks also symbolically represent love and protection. So it was like he put a protection over himself not long before the wolves killed him. Even though he died, you can still see how it might have been meant symbolically. Plus mosquitoes are blood suckers, so they might have been a metaphor for walkers, which could feasibly feed into the bite/cure theory. Just saying.

There are lots of different interpretations of red balloon. I won't go into too much detail here. And I've said most of what there is to say about the stop sign in 6x01. Just also remember that a blond, Beth-walker led the pack of walkers in that episode. There are parts where she's walking directly behind Daryl. (X)

For Sashraham Red Car Parallels, I wanted to say that if this WAS partly built off Glenn's Red Car from S1, we would have multiple layers of symbolism here. If red car = brush with death and close call, and Sashraham is proxy for Bethyl…see how that works?

(Kinda off topic, but something else I thought of. While in the car in 6x01, the camera focuses on Sasha's speedometer, which is at exactly 70 mph. Bc of their proxiness, I was sure that meant we'd see Bethyl in S7. Obviously we didn't. In hindsight, I now think that wasn't a Bethyl thing but was specific to Sasha and Abraham's characters. It was pointing at S7 for something for both of them. So guess what that means? It was a death omen, showing they would both die in S7. Abe in 7x01, Sasha in 7x16. 

And in some strange, indirect way, even that points to the red car = death on some level. They were in the red car, which suggests their deaths, and we saw a 7, which perhaps suggested when that would happen. ☹ 

And granted, in S7 there was no narrow escape for them, which might suggest a hole in my theory. But at the same time, we didn't see red cars around either of them prior to their deaths in S7. We did see it constantly here in S6, and they narrowly escaped both the walker horde and an ambush by the Saviors in this season. Not to mention coming back to save Glenn and help save Alexandria from the walkers as well.)

Um…so I won't say much more about the taillight necklace. Check out THIS post for more info. 

For Daryl's red bandanna, the only thing I can think of is more of the red/green juxtaposition. Beth, prior to Still, was constantly wearing green. In fact, I kind of chuckle at episode 4x03, when Judith spits up carrots on her. She changes a dark green tank top for a light green one. Like, is that the only color you own? For symbolic purposes, yeah I think it is. They really wanted to solidify green as a symbol of her, both because of her clothing and her name. She changed into yellow in Still, which is obviously a very important symbol, but with Daryl's red hanky and all the green around her, the red/green juxtaposition always screams Bethyl to me. That works for the dynamite we saw this season, but we've seen it countless other places too. I've also said in the past  that if red = death and green = life, it could also be showing a juxtaposition of those two, which could also be construed as a resurrection symbol.

The shoe laces are a bit harder to pin down, tbh. We haven't seen green shoe laces that I'm aware of. Maggie has had plenty of close brushes with death. In fact, we saw one when she climbed the ladder in 6x08 to get away from a walker horde, and in that case there was also a green cord in the shot. We also saw them on Morgan in 6x04, and he definitely came close to self-destruction before Eastman helped him. And there was tons of Beth/resurrection symbolism in that episode (i.e. Tabitha). But even so, there's nothing super compelling to me that ties the shoe laces to this theory. They're sort of a question mark for me.

And finally the red umbrella. TF definitely came close to death in 7x16. Negan came damn close to killing Carl in particular before Carzekiel and Shiva showed up, so the umbrella might have foreshadowed that. But then the Scavengers also used it to lock Alexandria's gates so they could escape. I’m positive there's more symbolism inherent in that, but I'm not sure what it is yet.

(Used in this way, it does suggest an imprisonment theme, which also works for Grady, the Sanctuary, and the show at large, but we haven’t specifically seen imprisonment in all the other cases. A few, but not all.)

So, to reiterate, I'm not sure I entirely understand what this Red Object Symbolism points to. I'm sure it's more complicated than we currently understand. There are probably whole aspects we haven't thought of. So be on the lookout for more of these symbols as you rewatch, and I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts. Any interpretations that fit all these instances better than mind does? I'd love to hear them!

Okay, that’s all my ramblings on this subject for now. ;D Have a great weekend, everyone! ;D

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FULL NAME: Bonbon Charbonneau MEANING: “Charcoal Chocolate”, essentially. Meant to refer to a nasty outside, but sweet inside. NICKNAME: Bon, Bonnie, BB, Bunny. MEANING: No one wants to say her repetitive full name, lmfao. AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: December 5th. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius. GENDER: Cis Female. ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual / Panromantic. THEME SONG(S): (Octospy) (Normal) (Octoqueen)

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Pastel pink, bordering on white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: A pair of super long tentacles, styled in two buns. EYES COLOR: Lilac, with star-shaped pink pupils. HEIGHT: 3′11′‘ | 119.38 cm. WEIGHT: 69 lbs | 31.3 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Lolita, essentially. Really girly and proper. Occasionally will dress way, way, down, usually during or after a tournament. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Bio-luminescent “freckles” all over her body. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Lots. Usually winged eyeliner and scarlet eye-shadow. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Prissy, proper, elegant. SKIN COLOR: Dark brown. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Pear-shaped. Large thighs, strong, long legs, and slightly toned biceps. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A small, haughty smile, with half-lidded mischievous eyes. POSTURE: Straight, hands usually on hips, Weight leaning to one side. PIERCINGS: None, presently. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Her voice is very confident despite not being relatively loud. She speaks without filler words or stammers. It has a very regal sound to it, where her words are careful to come out, but dance upon the air with grace. Statements tend to end with a crescendo, regardless of whether or not it is a question. Exaggerates words frequently. Strict pronunciation. Extremely proper. (Voice Claim)

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Céleste Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: When she’s feeling playful, Céleste is definitely the one she runs to. She gets along with her well, although her mother’s extroverted energy does grow tiresome and she eventually retreats to her own room for solitude. DAD: Clair Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: He is the sensible one of the family. She finds herself closer to him than her sometimes eccentric mother. They spend a lot of time together, reading books and watching movies. He did most of her homeschooling, alongside hiring well-established tutors, before deciding that he would release her into the world. If she knew the decision to deafen her was his, she might be more inclined to be less loving. SIBLINGS: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): N/A. CURRENT LOVER: N/A. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: She makes snap decisions on whether or not the person is worth her time. By default, she’s very smug and arrogant, finding them to be more of a thing to play with than someone to converse with. She’s not above manhandling someone to make them more amusing to her. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She attempts to take charge and do all of the work to get out of the circumstance of having to work with anyone. When she must cooperate, though, she is relatively tolerable, for she doesn’t want to screw someone else (unless it benefits her) over. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Shy, anxious. She doesn’t like reminders of herself. She’ll goad them to make them do something. She definitely tries to invoke some sort of other trait out of them. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Her parents were both extremely overprotective of her, a trait she fails to displace when she has children. They were very lenient with her as well, besides the whole ruining her early life, making her more prone to gently guiding her children without imposing her will onto them.

PERSONALITY ...WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Confident. Placid. Elegant. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Excitable. Bubbly. Childish. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Sarcastic. Sassy. Snide. FAVORITE COLOR: Lilac. FAVORITE FOOD: Tea and cream-filled pastries! FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats, spiders. FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Grey. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Eggs LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Shark HOBBIES: Singing, dancing, shopping, and video gaming. USUAL MOOD: Relaxed. Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope. She drinks very, very infrequently. DARK VERSION OF SELF: gestures at the octospy verse LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: gestures at inkling idol verse HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: She holds herself relatively seriously. CLASS IN AN RPG: Cleric, Archer, Mage. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Kinda, yeah. (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: Hearing problems. Mentions of war. Divulged secrets. OPINION ON SWEARING: Abominable. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil. MUSIC TYPE: She’s fond of so many genres, provided it’s not ear-shattering. She can find the best in all types of music. MOVIE TYPE: So bad, it’s good / Romance / Thriller BOOK TYPE: Adventure / Mystery / Romance COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: About 65 F. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps about 8-10 hours a day. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Obsessively neat. DESIRED PET: Either a tarantula or a kitten. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, or reading books. BIGGEST SECRET: Her song and dance are fueled by her synaesthesia. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Her grandmother, Nia Di Napoli. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Cat FEARS: Silence, large bodies of water, loneliness. COMFORTS: Sensory objects, tactility, sleeping.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: Face it head on. She’s very cocksure. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Tease and torment. She’d egg them on and flirt with them, knowing she’s just grinding them beneath her heel. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Lighting up! Squealing! Storm of kisses! Lots of touching. God knows her voice is going to reach killer wail levels of painful pitch. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Wailing, violence, shutting down as a whole. Non-stop aggression. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Continue trying, nonstop---literally. Someone’s gonna have to intervene. INJURY: Grin and bear it. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Lip biting. Grabby hands. Lighting up, again. Bouncing on her heels.

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Born a synaesthetic, Lady Charbonneau’s family fretted for her sensitive hearing. As a result, they silenced and removed her from the world, raising her as if she had been deaf from birth. Their only child remained a mystery to most of Inkopolis, locked behind closed doors for her own “safety”. Her close friend, Nia Di Napoli, frequently removed the headphones that muted everything, helping her solidify the courage to defy their decision while giving her the opportunity to adapt to sounds she had yet to experience. 

This habit of babying her remained throughout her adolescence. Despite training efficiently in self-defense, and constant attempts at proving herself worthy of respect, her family reciprocated with buying out her Turf War matches and downplaying her ability. Finding that out coaxed her into sneaking into the Adult Ranked Matches late at Inkopolis Tower, where they couldn’t bribe people into losing. Of course, dealing with high ranked squids while being only C- yourself grew tiresome, but persistence eventually brought her to S+ at age 17.

Desperate to receive some fragment of respect, Bonbon put herself up for drafting come her eighteenth birthday. The Charbonneau family has a long-standing history of war, benefiting troops through monetary and physical means. One of the elders, Bourbon Charbonneau, fought valiantly as a captain in the Great Turf War hundreds of years ago. Keeping up the legacy, she thought, was her only chance of being her own person.

While every decision has seemingly furthered her depression, she continues on a path already tread in the hopes that such a safe route will bring about some sort of reward, even if it isn’t bountiful. Another option for her, her ability to sing entrancing songs, lies in wait, hoping to be utilized.

FIRST APPEARANCE: A mysterious, minuscule pinkling took a tournament by storm without even giving a word as to her age, rank, or background... and donated the proceeds to charity?

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Inkling, Sign Language, Human French, Written Octarian, Learning Hylian. SCHOOLING LEVEL: College student, essentially. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Linguistics and Theatre INTERESTED CAREERS: She wishes she knew. She’d love to actually sing, though. EXPERTISE: Theatre, Song and Dance. CHEMISTRY: A MATH: A LANGUAGE: A+ GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: B- COOKING: F, until she pays off the teacher. MECHANICS: C BOTANY (FLOWERS): A MYTHOLOGY: A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A+++

READING LEVEL: College graduate. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Always have a plan!

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Definitely. She’s very needy and you’ll know it immediately. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): While very avoidant when crushing, she’s super clingy and affectionate when dating. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Ladylike with a dash of klutzy. She shows her real side if she really trusts her partner, so they have to deal with a near 180 of the persona she shows on a daily basis. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into! She puts all her apples in one basket. PROTECTIVE: Extremely. She’s very feral and primitive at times. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Her lover has to be her best friend. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She actively stalks her partner’s wishlists or things they see as they cruise around together, and has them anonymously delivered, as it she wasn’t obvious. If she hasn’t a clue, she’ll start sending dorky things she thinks are nice to try to gauge their interest. TYPE OF KISSER: She steals small kisses, before elongating them with lots of lip tugging. Definitely fond of it. The type to really get into it. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but can be easily persuaded. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: She has a tendency to make bad ones, but hopefully her partner corrects that. :^) Or at least doesn’t let her. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Yes, albeit cheesy and dorky deep down... HOW ARE THEY IN BED: She prefers to be dominant, and that’s all I’ll say. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not if she is trusting of her partner, but she is definitely very anxious and wonders if she’s good enough frequently. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Uh, no. MARRY FOR MONEY: click this. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: uh WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A nice long exploration through untraveled territory---just the two of them. Lots of hand-holding, kisses, and cuddles. Good food would definitely seal the deal as the best date ever. OPINION ON SEX: She’s yet to form one, although she’s occasionally thirsty. It doesn’t really come to her often. As long as it’s consensual, she’s down for anything.

#holy length batman #finally. finally slams this shit down holy #im not entirely appeased by my theme choice but i have too many songs #and its just so long ple a se #no more #✧.° ⦙ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ. — ❪ & dash games. ❫

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I was tagged by @booksnatural to do some tag games, thank you! :D 

RULES: COMPLETE THE QUESTIONS & SAY WHO TAGGED YOU IN THE BEGINNING. WHEN YOU’RE FINISHED, TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS SURVEY. HAVE FUN AND ENJOY!

1. Are you named after someone? my second name is the same as my grandma’s

2. When was the last time you cried? it’s been a long time, I don’t know

3. Do you like your handwriting? yees but I’m also always working on it

4. What is your favorite lunch meal? I don’t have one xD < sameee

5. Do you have kids? nope

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I think I would, since we’d both have very similar personalities right?

7. Do you use sarcasm? ppff of course not

8. Do you still have your tonsils? yes

9. Would you bungee jump? never

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? chocolate rice is the best tbh

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? only when I just bought them, but not anymore after a couple weeks

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? physically I’m not exactly weak, but I’d consider myself emotionally strong

13. What is your favorite ice cream? chocolate

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? idk, I never really pay attention to that kind of stuff

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? bruh 

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? black sweatpants and no shoes

17. What are you listening to right now? a remix of one of Sia’s songs

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? green

19. Favourite smell? my mom’s favourite perfume

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my brother I think

21. Favorite sport to watch? horse riding or swimming

22. Hair color? light brown

23. Eye color? blue/green

24. Do you wear contacts? no but I have glasses

25. Favorite food to eat? all of the food, preferably

26. Scary movies or comedy? both

27. Last movie you watched? I barely watch movies atm, probably something marvel related though

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? a black hoodie

29. Summer or winter? autumn!

30. Hugs or kisses? hugs

31. What book are you currently reading? Here I Am by JS Foer

32. Who do you miss right now? no one actually

33. What is on your mouse pad? I use my tablet’s case as a mousepad bc I’m too lazy to get a real one

34. What is the last TV program you watched? I dunno

35. What is the best sound? rain

36. Rolling stones or The Beatles? uuh I like both equally

37. What is the furthest you have ever travelled? either Scotland or Italy idk which of the places I’ve been is farther away

38. Do you have a special talent? I don’t think so

39. Where were you born? in Gießen in Germany

aand another one cause this one was so fun!

rules: you can only say guilty or innocent. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you. repost, don’t reblog!

Asked someone to marry you? innocent

Kissed one of your friends? guilty

Danced on a table in a bar or tavern? innocent

Ever told a lie? guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? innocent

Ever kissed someone of the opposite sex? innocent

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? guilty

Kissed a picture? guilty

Slept in until 5pm? guilty

Fallen asleep at work or school? innocent

Held a snake? innocent

Been suspended from school? innocent

Stolen something? guilty

Done something you regret? guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? gulity

Kissed in the rain? innocent

Sat on a roof top? innocent

Sang in the shower? guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? guilty

Slept naked? innocent

Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? innocent

Been in a band? innocent

Shot a gun? innocent

Donated blood? innocent

Eaten alligator meat? innocent

Eaten cheesecake? guilty

Still loved someone you shouldn’t? innocent

Have/had a tattoo? innocent

Been too honest? guilty

Ruined a surprise? innocent

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after? guilty

Erased someone in your friends list? guilty

Dressed in a man’s clothes? guilty

Dressed in a woman’s clothes? guilty

Joined a pageant? innocent

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? guilty

Still have communication with your ex? innocent

Cheated on someone? innocent

Got totally drunk one night when you had an important exam the next morning? innocent

A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? innocent

Got so angry that you cried? guilty

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? innocent

Actually murdered someone? innocent

Thought about mass murder? guilty

Actually committed a mass murder? innocent

Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? guilty

Stalked someone? innocent

Had a girlfriend? innocent

Had a boyfriend? innocent

Totally drunk during a holiday? innocent

you guys @opossumiverse and @thespeakingvoid can choose whether/which one you wanna do :)

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