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jungw8ns · 3 years

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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An Unexpected Rival

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,556

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When thinking about fighting for the affections of someone, one normally imagines great declarations of love and promises of loyalty. But sometimes that’s not it. Sometimes it’s simply living with a being that hates you more than anything.

In which the reader’s pet hates their s/o

Author’s Note: I did give the pets names because I felt I couldn’t really refer to them as “your pet” the whole time. I also am not a pet owner. Still I hope you enjoy!

Going to try non bullet pointed for a bit. We’ll see how it goes!

Childe

Honestly you didn’t know what to do.

Here you were, standing in the middle of the living room of your apartment, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of your dog sitting directly on the chest of your much beleaguered partner.

You hadn’t really considered the consequences of introducing Childe to Lacey. I mean, how badly could the interactions be between the man you were convinced was your soulmate and the nicest golden retriever that had ever existed? If there was going to be issues you’d reasoned it would be on Childe’s side. So when your partner lit up at the mention of your fluffy child, you’d assumed all would be well.

Evidently that was not the case. You knew that Lacey could be clingy on occasion, but she’d really been making an effort these past few weeks. Knocking your partner out of the way when you two walked through the door together, refusing to stop walking when you two met up at a park or on the street, refusing to answer to Childe’s attempts at affection. It was almost impressive, the lengths Lacey was willing to go to establish her position as Number One Childe Hater – especially impressive considered the well-attested competition, including but not limited to a Fatui Harbinger.

Now you sprung into action as best you could, bottling up the giggles that threatened to erupt at any moment.

“Childe!” You exclaimed, walking closer. Lacey still refused to stand up, but her tail thumped excitedly against the floor, and she let out a short whine of appreciation. Unfazed by this cry for praise you sighed. “Lacey! Get up! Honestly, you’re not being a very good testament to your intelligence right now.”

Nudging her slightly you sighed with relief as the golden retriever sprang up, attacking your hands and face with kisses as you dragged Childe up to a sitting position. Childe at least seemed unfazed by the sudden attack, letting out a mere “oof”, and smiling a slightly embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry about this Childe.” You said, hands still batting away Lacey’s frantic activity as she attempted to get you to focus on her.

“It’s alright. Just, wow she’s a heavier girl than I expected.”

“Hopefully no squished organs?”

“Archons no! It’ll take more than this girl to fell me, don’t you worry.” Childe attempted to give Lacey a pet, but the dog that had just before been laying all over him now scampered out of the way, instead pawing at your back.

“Lacey! Stop being so rude! Urgh, and here I was hoping that you two would be somewhat settled before I went on my trip.”

You sighed, letting your head drop into the palms of your hand, not wanting to think about what might happen during the week and a half that Childe would be required to take care of Lacey. Would she even let him in the apartment to feed her? What about walks and the like? Were you going to come home to all our warfare? Childe seemed to understand your quickly dropping mood, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb, even as Lacey whined and began pawing at his arm.

“I promise it’ll be alright my dear. We’ll manage while you’re gone and who knows? Maybe by the time you get back we’ll be thick as thieves, and then you’ll be the one getting sat on.”

“Who knows.” You let out a burst of laughter. But even as you two shared this moment of levity your mind continued to spin its threads, dreading the days to come and what you’d be presented with the day you got back.

“Alright, what’re we going to do.”

Childe stood in the foyer, hands on his hip, irritation in his heart. Lacey seemed to be mimicking the gesture, chest puffed out proudly as she stared the Harbinger down. They must’ve been standing like that for at least ten minutes, Childe thought to himself, ten minutes of staring and nothing yet done. It was beginning to grate on him, and were it not for the fact that you’d have to pay for damages, he was quite tempted to vault over the nearby furniture, if only so he could get to the kitchen and have this miserable showdown be over.

He didn’t dislike Lacey, no Childe didn’t think he could truly dislike any dog if he tried. He used to dream of owning a wolf pup, of flopping around in the snow with his companion, running as fast as he could and still being chased down with a crash, before being bombarded by affectionate pawing and kisses. These memories seemed quite silly when faced with the reality of caring for a dog however, and now he wanted only to bang his head against the wall, and maybe pass out from the exertion.

“I get that you love your owner.” He spoke again, how long had he been talking to this dog? “But I don’t think this is the way to win their heart.”

Lacey said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes and letting out a slightly hiss. Still Childe continued on.

“And like it or not you are going to have to eat eventually. So I suggest if you’re going to misbehave, that you should at least do it on a day when I’m not your primary caretaker.”

When there was still no movement from Lacey Childe sighed. That evening when he returned to his own apartment it was with the unfortunate knowledge that golden retriever bites hurt a lot more than he’d expected them too.

It was storming, and the city of Liyue had transformed from a glistening city to one of mud and rusted iron. Childe swore under his breath as he pulled his coat closer around him, desperately trying to keep as dry as possible. Who knew if he’d be able to make it to your bedroom and grab one of his spare shirts with Lacey acting like he was a burglar instead of well known acquaintance? The song and dance between the two of them was grating. Feeding your golden retriever being nearly impossible, not to mention the times when Childe half dragged Lacey through the most half assed of walks. Really how could such a gentle spirit turn so stubborn so quickly? Childe didn’t know, all he knew was that the sooner you came home the sooner he could stop worry about being nipped at the heels.

The sight that met Childe at the entrance to your apartment was jarring. Instead of the usual irritated dog Childe was met with utter silence, and a stillness that betrayed the fact that not only was Lacey not in the hall, but she was also avoiding the kitchen and the living room.

“Lacey?” Childe called out, getting no answer but the whipping of wind and the rumble of thunder. “I swear if you managed to run off – Lacey!”

Going further down the hall Childe finally heard the sound of muffled whimpering. Walking into your bedroom he spied Lacey under the bed, eyes filled not with disdain, but with anxiety.

“Lacey, why in Teyvat are you here?”

There was no reply, until suddenly another clap of thunder shook the walls. Lacey let out a yelp and crawled under the bed a little more, flattening her head against the floor, although there was not much room left in that department. Childe stared at this for a second letting the pieces fall into place. He just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was the same Lacey who so fearlessly guarded the apartment against his entrance every day.

This slight smugness was extinguished rather quickly though, instead replaced with a sense of pity, and the need to make this poor girl feel the least bit better.

“Hey, hey it’ll be alright.” Childe spoke softly. For a moment he left the room, but quickly he returned, towels and blankets in hand, praying that you wouldn’t mind that he messed up your closet a little bit.

“Let’s make a fort, shall we?”

Not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment Childe began to pile up the covers on your bed, making sure to lay down towels in case you were worried of shedding. At first Lacey did nothing much than scooch out enough to watch him, but within the next flash of lightning she was up and moving, diving under the makeshift fort and clambering around Childe, as if trying to find out if she could burrow through the Harbinger.

“I know, I know, it’s pretty scary out there, huh?” Childe ruffled Lacey’s head slightly. “But you’ll see, it’ll pass soon enough. And then we can go back to fighting, alright.”

Lacey let out a whine, but nevertheless began to settle down, lying down and once more resting her head on her paws.

“There’s a good girl.” Childe smiled softly. “You aren’t that bad you know. At least you aren’t that bad when you’re not trying to bite my leg off.”

Your surprise at the improvement in Childe-Lacey relations was somewhat immense when you returned. Though Childe refused to say what had managed to form such a bond between your disgruntled pet and him, only that he hoped you didn’t mind dog hair on your bed. Lacey, for her part, no longer tried to sit on your partner.

Even if she still pushed him out of the way when you came home.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche could deal with a lot of things. He could deal with the fact that your parrot wouldn’t let the man within three feet of the parrot’s cage without attempting to bite his hands off. He could deal with the obnoxiously loud clicking whenever he got too close to you, and he could deal with fact that your parrot was fond of yelling random phrases at him in the most aggressive tone Scaramouche had ever heard. Scaramouche could deal with all of that. What he couldn’t deal with is what your parrot insisted on calling him, no matter how much time was spent saying: “Scaramouche. I am Scaramouche!”

“Electro boy? Really?”

“I’m sorry Scara,” you let out a giggle, “I didn’t know what your name was when I first saw you.”

Oh Scaramouche was sure of that, but did that really mean that Oliver had to call him solely by that title? It didn’t help that you must’ve referred to Scaramouche an awful lot as “Electro Boy” for it to be the name that stuck in Oliver’s mind. And regardless of how many times you used the title, it was one thing for you to use the nickname. It was quite another thing for Oliver to, since, unlike in your case, Oliver’s use of “Electro Boy” could be nothing but derogatory.

Scaramouche had long given up in wooing the errant parrot over. If they were to be mortal enemies, so be it. He’d dealt with that before.

“Oh Scaramouche, you must be joking!” You’d exclaimed when he’d revealed this train of thought, cupping his face in your hand and pressing affectionate kisses to his face. He’d let you do so, let you imagine that one day there might be a reconciliation. But in his heart he knew. Unless Oliver learned to stop with the name calling, Scaramouche would never forgive him for the insult.

“I wish you would write.” You whispered.

Pain skirted through Scaramouche’s face, but still he refused the promise that you needed. You knew that Scaramouche would never be able to have a normal relationship with you, that these trips were necessary, were a part of him that you’d never be able to wrench away. Still, the least he could do was promise to write. Without his writings, well how could you even be sure he was alive?

“I’m sorry.” Scaramouche whispered. Leaning in so your foreheads were touching he let out a sigh, warming your lips with his breath. “I cannot promise I will write. I wouldn’t like to break a promise to you.”

“I know.” You whispered back, shaking your head as much as you could. “Still, I’d almost rather a broken promise.”

“You wouldn’t. I know it would drive you mad.”

“Perhaps, but better than nothing?”

You two stood there, basking in silence. A familiar cry broke the reverie.

“Electro Boy! Electro Boy!” A series of clicks accompanied the sudden shriek. There was no better way to break the spell. Almost immediately Scaramouche pulled away. Walking towards the door he paused, turning around one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

Those words washed over you, their owner having been carried away with the wind.

Scaramouche hurried up the steps, anticipation keep his pace quick and his thoughts a jumble of fragments. The long mission he’d been sent on was finally over, and now he could think not of noisy soldiers, nor of the people who continually disappointed him, but of you. He couldn’t wait, every step on the staircase felt like an obstacle, something he must triumph against to reach you. Finally arriving at your door he barely paused, stepping this way and that as he opened the door before striding into the hallway as fast as he could.

“I’m home.” He called into the afternoon light. Almost immediately two things happened. One was that you leapt off your position on the couch, practically barreling yourself into his arms. The second was that Oliver began to screech, hopping from one foot to the other in an indecipherable dance.

“Scara, you’re home!” You cried, exclamation by the way you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Scara! Scara! Scaramouche!” Oliver echoed. The words made Scaramouche freeze up, taken aback as he was by their usage.

“What was that Oliver?” He called out, not altogether sure if the parrot would even reply to him. Scaramouche had really only referred to Oliver by name the first time he met him. After that you had to settle with “the bird” or “the noisemaker”. This time, however Scaramouche couldn’t help but use it. This was, after all, a matter of great importance.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, who’s a pretty bird?” Oliver tittered irreverently.

His tone was still somewhat sharp, Scaramouche never heard Oliver snap at you the way he did him, but nevertheless the words had struck a chord. Finding himself at a loss for words Scaramouche stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed hesitantly, “I guess I was talking about you more than I thought. It’s only that, well I missed you an awful lot. And Oliver is my confidante, he always has been. So I guess I’ve just been talking a lot to him about you. I’ve really missed you…”

Scaramouche felt his heart soften. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to your forehead, much to the indignation of Oliver, who twittered away as normal. Still, it was better than it had been before. And, if Scaramouche could admit it to himself, he didn’t mind the idea of you pouring out to Oliver how much you missed him. It made him feel important, feel whole. And if your rude bird had helped at all, then Scaramouche could find it in him to respect Oliver, though only a little.

“I’m glad you thought of me.” He whispered to you. “And I’m glad you still had a confidante to talk to.”

And if the result was a parrot who no longer called him “Electro Boy”, then all the better.

Xiao

Honestly Xiao couldn’t really see the appeal of pets. Something that was only cemented when he met your cat.

“And this is Honey.” You’d said softly, picking up the orange feline and cradling her in your arms. The cat made no sounds, instead it stared straight at Xiao, eyes narrow, gaze untrusting. Xiao was equally out of depths in this matter. What was he supposed to do? Pet it, presumably. Reaching out with hesitant fingers Xiao almost immediately pulled away, dodging an onslaught of clawing.

Ever since then there seemed to have been an odd hierarchy established, at least in Honey’s mind. She never let Xiao sit next to you, oh no, that would’ve been too generous. Instead Honey squeezed into the space between you two, no matter how small and wow was it small sometimes, meowing angrily as Xiao passed his arm over her head to hold your hand. Sometimes she’d try the tactic of walking all over you, lying on your lap, wrapping herself around your shoulders, and all the time glaring at Xiao as if he’d brought some sort of catastrophe on her for daring to try and get close to you.

“Your cat hates me.”

“She does not!” You exclaimed. “Honey doesn’t hate anyone! She just needs to get used to you.”

“She hates me. She thinks I’m beneath her.”

Xiao glared up at Honey, who was looming over the conversation via the bookshelf in your bedroom. Honey’s eyes narrowed and for a moment Xiao felt as if he’d somehow spilled the cat’s secrets. It wasn’t his fault that he knew what she was thinking. After all, hadn’t Xiao been like that for a time? An ornery soul who found most interactions beneath him? Who knew he’d be on the receiving end of that relationship someday. He certainly didn’t appreciate it now.

“You just need to get used to one another.” You continued to assure Xiao. “Honey’s a little bit possessive. It’s nothing personal. She’ll get over it.”

Well it’d been four weeks since that conversation and unfortunately Honey showed exactly zero signs of “getting over it”. Though perhaps she wasn’t clawing at him anymore, maybe because you’d actually scolded her for it, the gaze never left her eyes. The fact that she meowed loudly whenever Xiao made more contact than hand holding also didn’t help her case.

Xiao sighed, staring at the sky as the sun began its descent beyond the peaks of Liyue. A cluster of trees ringed the back part of your house – trees apparently planted by your grandparents – and Xiao enjoyed perching in them to watch the sunset.

“At least here the cat will leave me alone.” He muttered.

It’d been a tiring day. Honey had been in a particularly bad mood – probably the result of Xiao staying the night – and the atmosphere in the house had become somehow so tense that Xiao figured taking a hike wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even if he found the whole exercise a bit demeaning.

“I’m losing to a cat.” Xiao called flatly out into the air. There was no reply of course, but he didn’t mind that. Imagine what his fellow adepti would think of him now, flailing around, trying to win the affections of a furball whose favorite pastime was being as irritating as possible.

Now Xiao heard a familiar yowl. Glancing down he spied Honey, hair standing on end, gripping a branch as if her life belonged to it. An old conversation rose to the front of his mind. Something about cats being able to go up trees very easily, but not so much down. What an idiotic creature, he thought to himself.

Still it’d be ill form to leave the poor idiot clutching onto the branch, so fighting his smugness as beset he could Xiao leaned over and attempted to wrench the cat from the branches. Honey let out a series of shrieks, claws digging into the bark, but eventually she relinquished and Xiao pulled her up onto his lap. Almost immediately she began pawing at his chest, meowing her indignancy.

“I know.” Xiao glared at the cat. “But they wouldn’t be very happy if you got stuck.”

As if to reply Honey narrowed her eyes, turning around to look at the skyline, rather than acknowledge the adeptus she was now laying on. Xiao hummed in response.

“You know things would be easier if you weren’t so aggressive.”

A meow in response.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so territorial.”

Another meow.

“I suppose I’m like that. I also want them to myself. Things would be easier without you clawing at me. But they love you, and that’s what matters. I don’t know why but they do.”

Silence, perhaps Honey was insulted by the way Xiao spoke.

“I can’t say I’ll love you. But I’ll try to like you. As long as you try to like me.”

Silence again, but this time Xiao took it as an assent. Letting out a sigh he turned back towards the horizon, gaze drifting towards the peaks that Honey too was watching with interest. The night was alive with the soft chirps of insects, and a faint breeze ruffled Xiao hair, dancing through Honey’s fur. Xiao let out a sigh and, nemesis on his stomach, allowed himself a little rest.

You stared at the mismatched pair, a smile playing on your lips. How funny they looked, curled up together. Like two cats, one a panther, the other a tabby. And yet somehow the tabby was running the shots.

They look so peaceful, you mused to yourself, who knows what they might be like in the morning.

At the very least, you’d be sure to enquire about the nature of your partner’s conversation with your cat, something which had seemed very important to him.

#childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #childe #xiao #scaramouche #requested #scenarios #my writing

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Pucker Up

Bakugo, Dabi, Denki with a s/o who naturally pouts all the time.

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Dabi x Reader

Kaminari Denki x Reader

Hi Anon~ I hope you like this,,, I really love writing for mha characters... they’re just so much fun!!! Anyway- have any of you guys read the manga lately because all I want to say is what the hell we gonna do now.

WC- 2,160

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Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo is such a mf….. he’d see your pouty lips and his heart would skip a beat but his brain would be like RAGE

How dare you look so cute? Are you trying to make him fall for you? That’s Bakugo’s inner thoughts

And the entire time he is thinking this he is also hardcore staring at you, like his eyes are literally never leaving your face and someone has to snap him out of it

“Yo, Kacchan you good?” Denki would have to wave his hand in front of his friends face and once Bakugo regains his consciousness he would smack Denki into next week LMFAOOO

Deep down all Bakugo wants to do is kiss you, literally kiss you and leave you speechless,,,, but is he going to tell you this? NO!

If you ever catch him staring you’re going to have to ask him about it,,,,,

Bakugo would become a stupid blushy mess like ‘I wasn’t looking at you, why would I be staring at you?!’ And you’d just be like okay….

I feel like one day when he catches your lips all pouty and your cheeks puffed out, he will just kiss the shit out of you….. of course not in front of other people, only when it’s like in his own room

Bakugo is super protective so whenever you make that cute face he will stand behind you and glare at whoever glances at you, he will literally pounce on Todoroki if he even breathes in your direction

He’s so irritating, Bakugo would literally just drag you up to his room and keep you all to himself in private,,,,, he’d be so cute and cuddly with you and tell you how cute he thinks you look ahhhhh~~

You continue to stare down at your homework, your cheeks puffed out in frustration as you try to work out the complicated problem.

“Midoriya, I don’t understand,” Uraraka whines and you purse your lips in thought. At the same time of your small study session, Bakugo walks back into the dorms after his personal training. Your boyfriend feels his eye twitch when he notices who you’re sitting with but it is nothing compared to the rage he encounters when he notices your expression. Bakugo storms up to your table and rips your notebook away from your hands before walking away to the elevators.

“Let's go!” He huffs and you let out a loud sigh, sending Midoriya and Uraraka a sympathetic smile as you stand up from your chair. You meet up with Bakugo in the elevator and grab your notebook from him, not noticing the way he skips your floor and takes you to his. One of his large hands wraps around your wrist as he drags you to his door.

Honestly, at this point, you just go along with whatever Bakugo does.

“If you want to study, ask me to help you instead.” He mumbles and sits down at his chair, the notebook that was once in your hands is now on his desk. “Come here,” Bakugo orders softly, you roll your eyes and stand next to his desk but Bakugo has other ideas. The blond wraps his arms around you and brings you down onto his lap, his chin rests on your shoulder while one arm is wrapped around your waist. “Is this the problem you couldn’t solve?” He asks curiously and points the question you were stuck on earlier.

“Yeah,” You confirm and Bakugo immediately dives into the problem, his pencil already working out the solution. You watch and nod at everything he says, taking in all the information. The blond glances at you after he finishes answering it and notices the way you’re pouting.

“Damn it,” He curses before tightly gripping your chin. Bakugo tilts your face and swiftly swoops in to kiss you, his lips gently press against yours and you smile softly at the action. When he finally pulls away, he refuses to make eye contact with you and instead goes back to another problem you couldn’t solve. However, he notices the way you’re looking at him smugly. “stop looking at me like that.”

Dabi

Dabi would always make fun of you, he’d probably secretly take photos of you while you do it because he thinks it’s really cute

If he is sitting next to you he will poke your cheeks or grip your chin and force you to look at him so he can kiss the pout off your face

He doesn’t want anyone else to see this cute little habit of yours, he wants to keep it relatively his

If he ever sees you pouting like that in front of the other league of losers, he would probably flick your cheek really hard or simply toss his jacket into your face

He’d never straight out tell you how he feels because,,,, Dabi and feelings of affection don’t really mix together well

Dabi would really, really, like it when you pout and puff your cheeks out. He’d be so captivated by the simple expression and at first, his heart would swell but then his mind would wander and he’d get some spicy thoughts

Please, Dabi would kiss the life out of you to try and get you to understand what he is feeling…. Doesn’t really get the point across but the thought is there

Over time I think this face would turn him on LMFAOO like at first he thought it was the sweetest face he had ever seen but now all he can think about is his cum in your mouth

That face really makes him powerless and it confuses him to no end like why does Dabi want to cuddle you but also fuck your brains out at the same time? How can he understand that? Ah, Dabi and his feelings fuck I wanted to make this soft

Dabi would probably coo and say the cutest things whenever he sees your cheeks puff out,,, like he turns into a new person LOL

“Aren’t they so cute?!” Toga gushes loudly and you stare at her phone, squinting to see the two students in the picture.

“Umm Toga how old are they?” You ask with wide eyes at the high school uniforms they have on.

“Who cares,” She coos and sighs lovingly at the photo, you try not to give it much thought because truthfully she is only a year or two older than them.

“You like her?” You point at the girl with pink cheeks and Toga nods. “And him?” You move your finger to the dark-haired boy and she squeals at his face. “Right,”

“(Y/N) not all of us like boys with daddy issues!” Toga spits and you dart your eyes towards Dabi, mentally wanting to smack your friend upside the head.

“We all have a different taste,” You soothe and Toga happily begins to show you more photos. Dabi glances up from his phone to see what the hell you two are doing, his blue eyes freeze over your face and he can’t look away. The way your cheeks are puffed out and your lips are formed in a delicate little pout makes Dabi shift around in his seat, subtly pulling at the crotch of his jeans.

“I even got some of her blood,” Toga states happily and you look up at Dabi with a confused expression on your face but nonetheless go back to looking at the photos.

“That’s really romantic?” You praise and Toga kisses your cheek.

“I know!”

Dabi glances around the relatively empty room but he notices how strangers keep looking at you, it makes his blood boil. He shakes off his jacket and places it over his lap while glaring at your face as if it could make your pout go away.

“Oh, so you met them in the woods and that’s where you stabbed them?” You ask and Toga grabs your hands in hers.

“It’s a great start, isn’t it?” She asks, her eyes shining happily.

“Y-Yeah, that’s a start-“ You confirm but are cut off when you get a faceful of a familiar jacket, the rough material makes you wince.

“Ooh, headshot!” Shigaraki snickers from behind his switch and you blow air into your cheeks.

“Dabi,” You whine at your boyfriend and he rolls his eyes before standing up from his chair, he pulls you away from Toga and makes his way to the door. Dabi doesn’t say anything as he drags you out into the alley, purposely slamming the door on his way out. His fingers run along your jaw before roughly cupping your face and forcing you to look up to him. The look in your pleasant eyes causes a growl to rumble in his chest.

“Now, I have you all to myself.”

Kaminari Denki

I love Denki, please he is literally the cutest and one of the funniest mfs in the show

When he first notices your pout and puffy cheeks, he might internally pass out like mans will pass away

Then he comes back to life and pulls you into a close hug, holding you against his chest as he gushes how cute you look….. bruh he would have no shame doing this in front of everyone

Denki has no issue, no problem, at all with letting everyone know how cute his s/o is…. In fact, I think he wants everything to know how cute you are

The next time you get all pouty and stuff he’d be like “Kirishima! Look! That’s the face I was telling you about!!!” And then he’d cup your cheeks and push your lips together to pucker them like a fish “Aren’t they just the cutest?”

Of course, Kirishima is like ‘yeah totally!!!’ because he is a supportive friend but he’ll still send you a sympathetic smile ah I love kirishima so much he is such a sweetie

Denki is already clingy, always holding onto you but whenever he sees your pout he becomes even clinger like he holds onto you so tight

If you’re ever in an argument with him just pout and puff your cheeks out, it is an automatic win for you because it literally melts down all of Denki’s anger and he forgets what you were even arguing about

Literally, even if you were wrong Denki would apologize over and over, cupping your cheeks and kissing all over your face

Denki goes into Ultimate Lover Boy when he sees that cute face of yours

“And then I told Mineta, ‘of course it will work’ but then the plan totally backfired.” Your boyfriend sighs into your neck, his hands are wrapped around your waist. You are currently sitting between Denki’s legs on the floor, your knees pulled to your chest, as you silently continue to work on your homework. “Oh, you want to hear another story?” Denki nips at the collar of your shirt and pulls it gently so he can kiss your neck. “So there I was, being the coolest guy ever, and this bird came and landed on my shoulder. Can you believe it? I think I might have a second quirk that I don’t even know about!” He tells you excitedly and you put your pencil down before leaning back into his chest.

“You think you have a quirk like Koda?” You ask amusedly and Denki winks at you while putting his pointer finger to your lips.

“It’s a secret.” He whispers and you laugh as you relax into his arms, you’re already too mentally drained to try and solve the problem you’re working on. “I’m surprised you were listening with all your studying you were doing.” Denki nearly gags on the word studying and you bite your lip to refrain from laughing.

He picks up your notebook and holds it above your head to try and solve the problem. You lay your head down on his thigh and rest for the few moments of quiet that you have while he works out the solution.

“Um, babe? You got the translation wrong here.” He notes and your eyes snap open, you try to rip the notebook from his hands but Denki holds onto it tighter. “See you said this is a ‘violin’ when it’s actually a cello.” He tells you proudly and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Oh, since when do you know so much English?” You sneer competitively and your boyfriend tenses while swallowing loudly. Shit, how is he supposed to tell you that Mineta made him watch weird English porn.

“You know how much I like music, instruments, that sort of thing!” He saves himself and you puff your cheeks out at him, Denki audibly coos at your expression. Denki peppers kisses all over your face, saving your lips for last. “Oh, babe, if you think that is a violin then it 100% is. I will stand by your side even if everyone else says you’re wrong!”

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clairecrive · 4 years

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“All the time in the world”- Bob Saginowski x reader

I’m honestly so happy with the response of the Bronson piece! I love you guys so much <3 so here’s a little Bob fluff that never hurts. Also, this is my first time writing him so if he sounds a little bit off that’s why.

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You did it. You finally had sex with him. You had only been going out for a while, a couple of weeks, maybe a month. However, you had known Bob for way longer. You were a regular at his bar, either with your groups of friends or by yourself. That would be the case in which you had met Bob, well you actually had talked to him. When you were tipsy, you tended to marvel about the stupidest things out loud. Bob thought you were amusing and decided to humour you. That had led to a really long talk and long walk home since you were drunk and he refused to let you go home alone. Then one night when you were there on your own, he told you that his shift had ended early and asked if you wanted to grab a bite with him.

From that moment you began unofficially dating. You would see each other every other day and not only at the bar where he worked. Then after the third date, before you could climb off his pick up, he kissed you sealing the deal. Seems like you were dating then.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him. Well, of course you did, otherwise, you wouldn’t be dating him. However, your feelings were shifting from “like” to something more. And that bothered you to no end. You didn’t get attached to boys. Especially those who you had been seeing for less than a month. Nothing good ever comes from that. You were a pro at hiding your feelings. Been doing it for so long that you felt now unable to suppress these feelings any longer.

That was going to be a problem.

It was way too soon to feel like you did and even sooner to let him know. But you couldn’t go on this way anymore. Seemed like the sex only brought it up and made it impossible for you to ignore. You were laying down next to him, Bob had dozed off and your mind had gone wild. Suddenly, it was all becoming too much for you and you felt like you needed to leave. Without giving it a second thought, you began to pick up your clothes and got dressed quickly.

When you were about to leave his room, something made you stop and look at him. Sprawled over the sheets half-naked, his face restful and peaceful, he looked so innocent. Bob had always been good to you and this was how you were going to repay him? By acting like one of those assholes in those rom coms that you hated? You couldn’t leave like this and you knew it. You owed him at least to tell him something. So, before leaving, you looked for a pen and a piece of paper and left him a note.

“I need to sort myself out and think things through. Last night was amazing though. Don’t take this personally because you have done nothing wrong.”

Those were the words that met Bob when he opened his eyes. Waking up to an empty and cold bed wasn’t what he was expecting and your words left him even more dumbfounded. Despite what you said, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong. Furrowing his eyebrows, he quickly went through your time spent together. He was totally clueless though because he genuinely thought that everything was going great between you. Apparently, he had been blind because they were not. He wondered if he needed to give you some space but thought against it. The only way to solve this was by talking things through. Even if it meant breaking up. So he got dressed quickly and headed over your house. After climbing the stairs of your patio, he was about to ring the bell when your voice met his ears. It came from the back of the house. Walking towards it, he stopped just before he came into view when he overheard something interesting.

“So you left him in bed, after your first time together, because you’re afraid?” Your friend's Nadia incredulous voice met his ears.

“I know, I know, I’m a terrible person.” You groaned but your voice came out muffled and peeking from his hideout, he saw that you hid it in your palms.

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand, what are you afraid of?”

“Haven’t you heard a word I said?” Now it was you who was incredulous. It seemed like you two had been talking for a while.

“I did but it’s all bullshit it you ask me.” Nadia sassed earning a glare from you.

“I can’t tell him how I feel Nadia, I’ll scare him away.” you sighed sounding defeated.

“Well, I think you’ve already accomplished that by running away after sex,” she pointed out and when she received your you’re not helping look, she continued, “you should talk to him y/n, really. It’ll solve everything.”

“I know, I know that communication is the key to every healthy relationship but I… I just can’t.” Shaking your head you let it hang from the backrest of the swing you were sitting on.

“Talking to him means that I need to explain why I left and that would lead to my feelings for him, which he can’t know about yet,” you continued sighing, eyes looking up to the sky.

“You had no problem talking about it with me,” Nadia pointed out scrolling her shoulders.

“Are you dumb? That’s different,” you retorted snapping your head in her direction, “if I tell him that I think I love him, he’ll run away!” exclaiming, your expression resembled one of those teachers after they had repeated the same thing for the hundredth time and their students still weren’t grasping it. “It’s been three weeks Nadia, it’s way too soon for the “L” word,” defeated your head went back on the backrest. “Besides, who’s to say that he’s even looking for a serious relationship? He’s really busy with work, he has a lot on his plate right now.” You didn’t believe that. Bob could hear it in your tone and so could Nadia. Both knew you very well.

“Bob doesn’t strike me as someone who’s seeking a one night stand or something temporary.” And in fact, he wasn't. Everyone who knew him was aware of that. It was as plain as day even for Nadia that didn’t know Bob that well.

“Maybe I should just put both of us out of our misery and break up with him,” was your totally unrelated consideration.

“Are you out of your mind? God, what does your mind tell you? You’re in love with the guy and you want to break up with him?” Bob shook his head at your total illogical thought process while Nadia looked completely confused by you. She was having none of it, what the hell.

“This is not what I signed for when we started dating, Nadia. This got way too serious way too fast,” looking at her you defended yourself. “Look at me! I’m here worrying about a guy when I promised myself I never was going to again.”

“Bob’s not the problem here. For all we know, he could be in love with you too and be heartbroken that you run away-” Nadia wasn’t able to finish her sentence.

“Please,” you scoffed, “have you met me? Why would he love me? And stop saying that I’ve run away, I’ve left him a note,” huffing out annoyed at your friend, both of them knew that they were getting closer to the true motive of your actions.

“-what I think it’s the problem here is you and your inability to let yourself go and feel your emotions instead of repressing them,” now it was her time to interrupt you.

“I hate that you know me so well,” you whisper under your breath, “I just- I don’t want to put myself in that vulnerable position again where he can hurt me.” And here it is, thought Bob. This was the problem then.

“Everyone’s bound to get hurt once in a while y/n, that’s life. And you ought to live it to the fullest and not repress every feeling and avoid any deep connection. You’re missing out on a lot, plus, it’s not healthy,” Nadia observed with wisdom that Bob would have never associated with her. But she had a point.

“If you think that it’s too soon to confess your feelings for him then don’t. Show him instead,” she added when you didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been doing that for the past week. Smothering him with kisses and affection, romantic dinners and shit that I’ve always despised in movies. I went over his bar often and stuff. He probably thinks I’m clingy now and he’s fed up with me,” you confessed listing with the help of your fingers.

“Sounds to me you just stopped being distant and started being a loving girlfriend,” Nadia commented with a patronizing smile. “Oh, and he probably already knows too. He’s very attentive and he knows you so…” Scrolling her shoulders she stated what she thought was pretty obvious while she observed your face scrunch up in desperation.

“It’s only been three weeks goddammit, why am I feeling this way?”

“Time is relative y/n. Stop worrying about it too much. Couples have married after two weeks of dating.” Nadia pointed out thinking to help her case but she got the opposite reaction from you.

“That’s madness,” you spat with wide eyes.

The two girls continued talking but Bob had heard enough. As Nadia said, he had noticed the change in behavior and despite what you thought, he had thoroughly enjoyed it. But he had also been wondering what had caused it. Now he knew. Deciding to pick up Nadia’s advice, he turned around and headed back home. He knew how to solve this. He was just going to show you.

At home, Bob prepared a nice dinner. Nothing too complicated but he knew you liked it. He wasn’t good with words and apparently neither were you when it came to your feelings. So he needed to find another way. And he thought that paying attention to the details in a way that showed how much he cared, was the right one.

Show, don’t tell.

That was what he was going to do. Since the very first time you two had eaten together, you had always been very passionate about food. Bob was a much better bartender than he was a cook, hence his occupation, but he tried anyway to deliver a delicious meal. Your favourite nonetheless. From what he’d gathered, it was best for him to take matters into his own hands. Otherwise, if he had to wait for you, he’d probably wait a long time. So he sent you a text, mentioning the homemade diner he asked if you would join him. As he predicted, you’d said yes. You’d never turn down an invitation where food was involved. That alone showed how much Bod knew you. Surely, he wouldn’t pay so much attention to someone he didn’t care about, right? He thought your reservations were fair. He understood where you were coming from. On the other hand, he thought it was very clear his stand on relationships, yours in particular. Apparently not. He was to rectify that soon though.

When dinner time came around, you parked in front of Bob’s house right on time. He had probably heard you pull up because when you walked to his door you saw that it was open and Rocco was waiting for you on the threshold.

“Hello, you handsome boy,” you cooed at his cute little face giving him some well-deserved belly rubs until you noticed that he was holding something in his mouth. Gently pulling it out of his mouth, you saw that it was a folded piece of paper.

It said:

“Please don’t run away like that again. If you don’t talk to me then how is this going to work?”

As you let the words sink in, your eyes flickered to Rocco who was now looking at you with his head tilted to the side. The pang of guilt was impossible to avoid and you knew that this dinner wasn’t going to be like any other.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way through the hallway that leads to the kitchen expecting to find Bob dealing with your food. And there he was.

The table was already set, two sweet-scented candles were lit and he had just set your plates down when you walked into the room. You lingered near the door for a bit, not knowing what mood he was going to be in. You had left after having sex with him after all. Still drying his hands with a cloth, he turned to where you were standing and as if he felt your insecurity, Bob gave you a small smile.

Feeling a little more confident in yourself you crossed the room to meet him before you’d sit down at the table.

“Hi,” you started shyly.

“Hi, babe,” two words and he managed to make you swoon. Oh, how you loved this man.

“I’m so so sorry for this morning, I-” he didn’t let you continue and you were secretly grateful for it ‘cause you would have probably made a mess.

“I know,” he reassured you holding you gently by the waist.

“You know?” How could he possibly know?

“I get that you have reservations when it comes to relationships, I do too,” he shared putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You do?” If you weren’t so damn confused by what was going on, you were sure you’d have punched yourself for being so stupid.

“Of course. I have been alone for a long time. Being in a relationship after a while can be difficult.” Gently cradling your face in his hands, he added, “But I want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I’m scared that what I’m going to say to you will make you run away from me. And I kinda like you so I don’t want that to happen,” you confessed quietly. He was so close to you now that you could whisper and he would hear. Somehow it made it easier to talk.

“I won’t,” he promised and you believed him. Why? Good question, it’s just one of those things that you just know.

“I just-,” how were you going to tell him? “my feelings for you scare me,” by just saying it, you figured.

“You don’t have to tell me anything right now. Just know that we can turn that fear into assurance. I and Rocco are always up for some cuddles, aren’t we buddy?” And as if on cue, Rocco barked agreeing with his favourite human. You couldn’t help but giggle in happiness, you were really a lucky gal.

“Now let’s go eat. The food is getting cold.” And with that both your minds were at ease, ready to enjoy the night together. Yes, there were some things that needed to be discussed still but you had all the time in the world for that. It seemed that neither you not Bob had any intention to leave.

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adenei · 4 years

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"You aren't the boss of me"

Hey there @benedettabeby ! Thanks for the ask! This one may borderline at straying away from canon, but here’s 6th year Ron and Hermione having a moment during the Ron/Lav relationship. (I tried to mess with it so it can be canon compliant if the reader so chooses.

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You aren’t the boss of me.

They’d been back from Christmas holidays for a few weeks now, and Hermione was coming down the girl’s staircase with the intention of heading straight for the library to return a book before curfew. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she noticed Ron and Lavender across the room. Instead of snogging each other’s faces off, as Hermione usually had to witness, they were sitting on the sofa, where it looked like Ron was trying to work on something.

“...Come on, Won-Won,” she heard Lavender say. “Let’s go find an empty classroom for a while! I’m bored.” Hermione rolled her eyes and stifled a gag.

“I’m sorry, Lav, but this is due tomorrow and I’ve waited too long to finish it. I can’t tonight,” Ron said. Hermione was surprised that Ron was standing his ground despite the Lavender’s continued pouting.

An idea came into her head. They’d barely spoken since November, and it wasn’t that Hermione was completely ready to break the icy treatment she’d been giving him, especially considering all of the play-by-plays Lavender purposefully shared with Parvati at night when Hermione was trying to sleep. The newest endeavor was how she was going to get Ron to do ‘more,’ which made Hermione feel sick every time she thought about it.

Determined to have a little pay back of her own, Hermione strolled across the room, but stopped behind them. She hoped her voice still remembered how to work in front of him. “We have rounds in five minutes.”

The sound of her voice startled them both, and Ron turned to look at her. “We haven’t shared duties since November. Besides, I thought it said I was on for tomorrow.”

“No, it’s today. And I’ve run out of people to switch with.” With that Hermione continued on her way out the portrait hole, and decided to wait a few minutes to see if he’d take the bait.

Back in the common room, Ron begrudgingly began packing up his things, “Looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight,” he said under his breath.

“Just skive off!” Lavender suggested. “Tell her you have homework to do, you know how important that is to her.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, if you’re going to need a reason to not sleep tonight, then we can find that empty classroom and I’ll give you a better reason for it.” Lavender gave him the most inviting look she possibly could.

“Er, sorry Lav, it’ll be easier to just do the rounds.” He watched her face fall. “It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that things are busier now that we’re back from holidays, with quidditch and homework and prefect duties. I’ve got to manage it all, so we just might not have as much time to spend together.”

Lavender huffed. “Fine, but I hope you aren’t planning on being friends with her again.” She leaned in to give him a possessive kiss goodbye.

Ron turned to leave, bringing his bag with him because he didn’t think he’d have time to bring it upstairs before Hermione took off without him. He didn’t really know how to respond to Lavender’s last statement. To be honest, he couldn’t believe Hermione had actually spoken to him, let alone said they had to spend time together. Could they actually find their way back to friendship? He couldn’t deny that he missed her, and the thought stirred a little excitement in him. But why did Lavender care so much if he was friends with her?

He exited the portrait hole to find Hermione waiting at the edge of the staircase. She turned to find him coming down the stairs and said, “Let’s make this quick, shall we?”

He followed her without a word, and fell into his own thoughts. Tiny doubts were starting to creep into his mind as he replayed his conversation with Lav. All of what he’d said was true, except that he wasn’t sure how he felt about her suggestion that they do ‘more’. Sure, snogging was great and all, but ever since Lavender gave him that ghastly Christmas present, doubts were starting to trickle in his mind. Anyone who really knew him would know he’d never want something like that, let alone wear it. And was it just him, or was she becoming more clingy lately, too?

It’d been a while since he and Hermione had shared rounds, but he quickly realized that the way they were walking wasn’t their normal route. She stopped outside the study room that was next to the Prefect’s bathroom. “In here,” she said abruptly.

“What? Why?” Ron looked bewildered. She all but pushed him into the room and turned on the lights.

“I figured you could use the time to actually get your work done.” Hermione’s words were short and to the point.

“But what about rounds?”

“I lied. You’re on the schedule for tomorrow. I’ll do it if you want.”

Ron let what she’d said sink in. Hermione hadn’t spoken to him in months, but was now helping him get his work done? “So you tricked me into thinking we had rounds, only to bring me here to study..”

Hermione remained stone-faced, refusing to give away any emotion. “Only if you want-”

“You’re not the boss of me, Hermione. Why would you lie about this? I’m perfectly capable of managing my own time without your help!”

“I’m not telling you what to do! And I’m not trying to manipulate you! Forget it. Do what you want. Oh wait, you’re already doing that with her. How could I forget.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I don’t hear every single detail of what goes on behind closed doors with you two? It’s like she purposely waits until she knows I’m there to tell Parvati everything. I swear, Ron if you’re putting her up to this just to hurt me more…”

“Do you really think I’d be that low to do that? Seriously, Hermione, you’re mental!”

“I don’t know what to think anymore!” Hermione hadn’t meant to let any of that slip out. She’d been careful to keep it bottled up for so long. She should have known this would be a bad idea. She took a deep breath. “Do what you want, Ron. I really don’t care. If you’d rather go get Lavender and bring her back here for a shag, I won’t stop you. I’ll wait outside the portrait hole for five minutes at ten in case you do want the time to work, so it looks like we actually did rounds.” With that, Hermione stormed out of the room and headed to the library as was her original intention.

She made her way down to the library and returned the books she no longer needed. Since it was five minutes to closing, she’d need to find somewhere else to go. Hermione thought of the Prefect’s bathroom and figured she could do with a bath to relax.

As she was making her way back toward the fifth floor, she ran into Lavender. “Where’s Ron?” Lavender asked rather cattily.

“We split up for rounds. He didn’t want to be around me. He started in the dungeons. He’s probably near the kitchens by now.”

“Where are the kitchens?” she asked Hermione urgently.

“You don’t know?” Hermione scoffed. “What about Hufflepuff’s common room?” Lavender narrowed her eyes at her, but nodded. “Then go there,” Hermione said simply.

Lavender didn’t thank her, but before she turned to go on her way, she said, “He’s mine, Hermione. Don’t you even think about taking him from me.”

Hermione stared at her, not believing how possessive Lavender sounded. “In case you’re unaware, Ron is his own person, and can make his own decisions. You’d do well to remember that.” Hermione turned and walked away before Lavender could say anymore. She hurried back up to the fifth floor and into the Prefect’s bathroom before enough time passed and Lavender realized Ron wasn’t actually down there. She wasn’t going to bother telling Ron that Lavender was looking for him. He clearly didn’t want her help.

Hermione began drawing the bath and went over to her locker. She changed into her swim clothes and grabbed a fluffy towel. She’d heard stories from other prefects that the bathroom was open to anyone at any time, so she’d remembered halfway through last year to bring swim clothes to wear in case she ever wanted a bath. It seemed odd and perhaps defeated the purpose of it, but she’d rather not get caught naked in the large pool size tub if someone else were to walk in.

She tied her hair back and recalled everything that had happened that evening. In retrospect, she really shouldn’t have intervened. Instead of helping the situation between her and Ron, she probably reignited the flame of the row between them. Her mind drifted to her conversation with Lavender. She couldn’t believe Lavender didn’t know where the kitchens were. She’d been with ron for what, three months now? It was his favorite place to frequent at night, and he would normally beg Hermione to stop there when they were on rounds or coming back from the library. She smiled at the memories, then realized that that was something that was still just ‘theirs.’

Hermione stayed in the warmth of the water, and lost track of the time. She opened her eyes when she heard the door open. It was Ron.

“Oh, sorry…” he said as he turned around sheepishly.

“It’s fine,” she said. Hermione tugged on the strap of her top to indicate she was decent.

“Right. Mind if I..?” he asked her. He must have had the same idea.

“No.” She watched him walk over to the boy’s lockers and disappear behind the wall. He reemerged in his own swim trunks and towel and got in on the other side of the massive tub.

“I finished my essay,” he said.

“That’s good,” she returned. There was an air of awkwardness around the whole situation. She struggled to decide whether she should tell him about her encounter with Lavender. “I ran into Lavender on my way back from the library.”

Ron looked at her. “Oh?”

“She was looking for you.”

“What’d you tell her?” he asked hesitantly.

“That you didn’t want to be around me, so we split up. I may or may not have lied about you starting down by the kitchens.”

“Always quick on your feet, you are,” Ron said with a slight chuckle.

“Yes, well, I found it interesting that she didn’t know where the kitchens were,” Hermione said nonchalantly.

“Er- well, the time’s never exactly come up for her to go down there with me.” Ron said meekly. Hermione noticed his ears darken slightly, and she decided to let it go, taking the small victory for what it was.

“She also told me to stay away from you,” Hermione said quietly.

“She what? She doesn’t get to decide who I do or don’t spend time with,” Ron didn’t look surprised by Hermione’s words. She wondered if there’d been a similar conversation between them in the past.

“I told her as much before I walked away. But I’ve been thinking, and it’d probably be best if I stayed away. I don’t want to cause any more trouble,” she said reluctantly.

“But-”

“Seriously, Ron, if you want to be with her, our friendship will just make things worse for you. I get it, you chose her, and I’ll respect that.” Her words sounded hollow. There wasn’t anger or jealousy behind them, just an acceptance that whatever they’d had before was gone. “We should probably get back. It’s almost ten.”

Ron stared at her as he tried to take in her words. He certainly didn’t want Hermione out of his life forever, but he didn’t know how to tell her that. Especially not after three months of estrangement. Hermione got out of the water and Ron couldn’t help but stare. She was wearing the two-piece from the summer that had been the starring outfit in many of his late night wanks. He looked away as Hermione wrapped herself in the towel.

“Are you coming?” she asked as she headed to the girl’s lockers.

“Er, yeah, be right there.” He watched her walk away as he tried to attend to the bulge that had made a strong appearance in his swim trunks. Satisfied that she was gone, Ron got out and wrapped himself in a towel as he drained the tub. He returned to the boy’s lockers to get dressed and try to get Hermione out of his mind. His erection hadn’t been this hard or strained in he couldn’t say how long. Even with Lavender on top of him in an empty classroom.

She was waiting for him by the door when he emerged from the locker room. They made their way back silently, but as they were approaching the door, one thing was clear that Ron needed to say to Hermione. “Hermione, I don’t know what Lav’s saying in the dorms, but we haven’t shagged. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Thanks, Ron, but like I said, it’s none of my business.” She attempted a smile towards him as she entered the common room and made straight for the dorms. She steeled herself in preparation of going back to giving him the cold shoulder. Even though she’d had to accept what she’d told him earlier, she couldn’t help the hope that her heart felt by his words earlier. Maybe, just maybe, they’d get through this.

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Nice To Meet You - Chapter 1

Niall Horan x Sydney (oc)

PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1: Lights Up

SUMMARY: Sydney knew that this job was something else for her, that it wouldn’t be as simple as it used to be with other celebrities. But she was ready to face it, and to face love too...

WORDS: 3.5k

NOTE: Okay, I love developing relationships and I’m probably into developing first a relationship between Sydney and Harry while only hinting something with Niall for the moment(even if I think that my hints are like PRETTY MUCH OBVIOUS but hey). Perrie’s introduction was like... Complicated. Because I wanted her to be supportive of Sydney, while knowing that she couldn’t fully trust her so yes... Ambiguous Perrie. But she’s love. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! 💕

DISCLAIMER: This story is all fiction and fun, I respect all the boys and this is just a piece of fiction out of my mind, all the relationships and events thay will be portrayed are fake (I mean, in the way I put them) and I know it. I don't want to harm anyone with this either so enjoy this writing or if it makes you uncomfortable I just not recommend you to read it. Love and peace and kindness to all of you 💕

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Sydney was nervous and tense. She could sense some shivers down her spine as she was sitting in the hallway waiting for Harry's manager to come out. Signing the papers was the first stage of their relationship, getting along was another, but it was the first time for her being introduced to his bandmates as what she actually was. A comedian playing a role, nothing else. Usually her clients were more keen on faking the relationship only between her and them, not sharing with anyone what truly linked them and why they were together. It was always easier for everybody once they had to split after a longer moment, but here it was a requirement of his management and Sydney couldn't refuse what they wanted. They were paying her on her terms and that was the least she could do in this very tricky situation.

She wasn't nervous because they were huge superstars, loved and supported by millions, but because they were five friends seeming to love and care for each other. She had studied them, one by one after she had signed the contract for good. She had looked them up on instagram, they all had nice feeds to look at and seemed to be pretty funny, and protective of each other on twitter. She saw the wars that had once occurred with another boyband, she saw the love poured on them and the love they poured on each other. She saw the videos too and saw how happy they looked around each other, and how clingy they all were. Especially Harry, being the youngest of the group he seemed to be protected by others at the very beginning, then the tendency shifted on Niall. Niall, the Irish one, with his endless laughs and a smile going on forever. He seemed to have the ability to laugh for everything and anything, and most of the time when Sydney watched the videos she found herself laughing with him under her blanket while the boys were joking during interviews. They were all nice, but would they be nice to her?

“Mrs.Sydney,” a man asked and she looked up from behind her sunglasses with a little smile.

“Yes it is me,” she replied and the man invited her in the room.

She stood up, arranged her large bottle green sweater and entered confidently in the room, or faking the confidence that was leaving her body when she met all five of them. When she first put her eyes on the band, they looked as if they came straight from the cover of a magazine. All their eyes were on her, severe and cold. She felt shivers again. She was absolutely impressed by the men standing in front of her, and she truly believed that whatever she would do would be held against her. Harry stood in the middle, surrounded by, on his left, Zayn and Louis, and on his right, Liam and Niall. She felt like an intruder, and it was the first time she felt that way. Everytime she met her client it was in an intimate space where they could talk about everything and anything about their relationship, it was always away from their surroundings. But here, it was different and she thought she was ready, but she really wasn't. They were facing her, with their grave looks and their crossed arms – only Niall had his hands behind his back – and Harry stood right in the middle, like a child protected by his brothers. Sydney felt small and meaningless for a moment.

“So, boys this is Sydney,” the man that entered right after her said in a happy tone and the boys seemed to cringe a bit. They were uncomfortable, maybe as much as Sydney was, but at least they had each other. “She'll be around Harry for a moment, she's a professional.”

“Yeah, just like the ones before,” Louis said and the violence of his tone made Sydney feel a bit guilty, something she refused to be for a long time. But something about his voice obliged her to yield to the force of guilt.

“It happens sometimes Louis,” their manager said and brushed off the subject. “I'm introducing her to you so you know who this amazing lady is when she'll be around, and so you won't be surprised.” Sydney could see Liam roll his eyes as the man spoke. “So, Sydney, from left to right, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis, they are lovely lads really.” Louis coughed really loudly just after the man spoke. Will be nice, she thought.

“Nice to meet you all, I know it isn't common or may seem a little bit off but I'm very excited about working with you. I'm happy to be able to help.”

“Yes, the other one said the same thing too,” Louis whispered and his voice was immediately covered by Liam's.

“We're glad to have you here,” he said and Zayn nodded calmly while putting his arm around Louis' shoulders.

“Great great,” the manager said while clapping his hands and Sydney just thanked him internally because it was becoming very awkward for the six of them. “Now, all we need is to settle a version for our lovebirds' encounter,” he said and invited the boys and Sydney to sit on the sofa and the chairs that were disposed in the room.

Happily, the man exposed to all of them his story for the fresh and cute couple while Sydney sat far from Harry, who was still shielded by his friends. They saw her as a threat, and all she could have been asking herself was who hurt this man so badly. All Sydney knew was that she didn't want to be part of the team his friends were protecting him from. However, she carefully listened to their little made up love story that looked like a bad scenario from a romantic comedy, but they were her clients so she had nothing else to say. They met at a party and Harry texted her, they met afterwards and now they were a thing. All details were left to them to confirm and to work on, but the core of the story sounded as fake as it should. Sydney almost sighed, and caught Niall looking at her for a moment, but as soon as she laid her eyes on him, he looked at Harry. Sydney was about to lose it all, working in such an environment was about to not be as fun as she predicted it.

Being put under the spotlight that soon wasn't what she had expected in the very first place. She knew that her first appearance in Harry's life had to be big, but not that big. Not at a charity concert, not while being surrounded by this many people looking at her as if she was a complete stranger, without any proper introduction. This was probably the most stressful situation she has ever been put in during her small career, usually her clients were almost clinging on to her and showing her off to any living soul that wanted to hear about their little story and their new, loving and caring relationship. But Harry ran away as soon as she arrived, talking about some rehearsing. But he greeted her, which was already a big win on her side. He has been avoiding her for the past few days, and Sydney began to ask herself if she wasn't in a fake relationship with not him but his manager.

So Sydney wandered around, as close to the boys' fitting room as she could, looking as excited as she could and was, and somebody asked her what she was doing there and then she could pull out the Harry Styles card by asking them that she looked out for him and that she was a... Friend of his. The man didn't paid too much attention it seemed because he told her that One Direction were rehearsing right now and showed her how she could get to the stage where all the magic was happening. And with great enthusiasm, Sydney made her way through the hallways in order to see them sing. From afar, she heard some verse to “Story Of My Life”. She would lie if she said that song didn't move her even a little. The evolution they had gone through during the past four years was really awesome, going from singing teenage bangers to ballad-like sounds which really were pleasant to Sydney's ears. Their voices were truly beautiful and soft, carrying all the emotion the song needed to touch one's heart. And Sydney found herself drifting away, as she leaned on the barrier right in front of her, looking up at the boys singing and rehearsing their movements. When she finally settled down for a moment, it was Louis' turn to sing, his eyes closed, focused on the words he was about to say, and Harry right next to him with a faint smile on his face. His blue eyes were looking at Louis, with a kind of fondness she didn't see earlier, not in person at least. And when she began to question this fondness, a hand was put on her shoulder, making her turn around.

“You're Sydney, right,” a girl right behind her asked and Sydney saw Perrie Edwards, Zayn's girlfriend. She wasn't ready for this meeting, not at all, but she should have been. She just nodded shyly. “Nice to meet you, I'm Perrie, Zayn's girlfriend!”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied as Perrie shook her hand with the brightest smile ever, “I'm Harry's friend,” she stuttered as she didn't know how she should introduce herself for the moment, even to Harry's surroundings.

“Oh yes, the one Zayn talked to me about the other day,” she casually said and hugged her, with her chin resting on Sydney's shoulder to whisper: “I know, I'm aware of the situation. Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone.”

Sydney felt an adrenaline rush in her veins. This job was about to be the death of her. Perrie's smile reappeared in front of her, sunny and adorable. She knew that the boys knew, but she wasn't aware of the fact that their girlfriends could also know, and that began to become a bit problematic for her job. Maybe even a little more than problematic because the more people knew the less the secret was kept, statistics said so. And Sydney hated statistics for a reason. She just smiled awkwardly and Perrie took her by the hand, a genuine expression on her face.

“I'm going to show you around a bit, I know the place pretty much because I performed here, so at least you won't bore yourself to death out here while the boys are rehearsing.”

Sydney didn't really know what to do as she was dragged on an adventure on her own, with one of her fake boyfriend's bandmates, aware of the whole situation. She asked herself if Perrie was a good actress of genuinely a nice person because of the way she acted with her while knowing who she really was. Especially after seeing the boys' reaction to her irruption in Harry's life. Which was truly understandable, Sydney couldn't deny that. But Perrie seemed to sincerely show her around, joking about some places and even talking about her band, Little Mix, as if she had known Sydney for a long time. Was she playing around in order to give the people around some suspicion about her and why she was there as Harry's “friend”? If she was, Perrie had a beautiful career in hiding secrets and making things believable to the public eye, for a mere second Sydney thought what it would be like to be her stunt because it seemed to be a perfect person to hang out around during trying times like these. They shared some laughs, fake or not Sydney couldn't really tell, and talked about things and other and to be quite frank, Sydney felt comfortable around her, and maybe a bit bolder than intended because she dared to ask her questions about the relationship she was in. Something she refused to do for a long time, usually because nobody around knew, but if Perrie was just playing along, even if she was only in Harry's team, she would help her at least a little, just as she was helping here right at the moment.

“Perrie,” Sydney almost whispered, looking around in order to see if they were in a safe space and indeed the room they were in seemed to be that kind of place, “how... Well, how should I handle all of this?” Perrie immediately closed the door, inspecting if anyone was there and then she nodded to her to continue. “I mean, this is the first time so many people know what I'm doing, I mean so many people around the concerned person. And this is making the things difficult for me because... I try to be friends with him, or at least to make it pleasant and to not annoy him more than this situation is.”

“Well,” she sighed and leaned on the door behind her, “the boys really do love each other, and they won't let you approach Harry more than you should.”

“And this is what makes things difficult,” Sydney said and Perrie looked a little confused, “I know my boundaries, but I just don't want all of this to be painful for him, not to be just a 'girlfriend to show off' but to make him feel comfortable around me, something the guys are preventing me from.”

“You care a lot about him, don't you?”

“I care about him being comfortable, nothing more. It's my job to help him out from a difficult situation I'm not aware of, and I need to be able to not make a difficult time out of being his girlfriend like this. I want Harry to be happy, or at least to forget that it's all fake and just have fun while being with me, as platonically as possible, but as romantically as possible for the press.”

“You're the first one of his stunts to ask me how to make him feel happy and not 'what it is like to date a guy from One Direction',” Perrie admitted and walked towards Sydney and put her hands on her shoulders. “It's very nice, you're lovely. I'm going to talk with Zayn about it, and I'll keep in touch with you, alright love?”

She was playing along for the full time, Sydney thought but now she was seeing the true Perrie. At least, a little bit of her true self. She couldn't really tell if she was as open as she was at that very moment, but she knew that Perrie could think that she was faking it all, because they were other stunts, other girls around probably making it difficult for Harry apparently. It touched her to know that she was the first one to ask about him, and how to make the things the less awkward possible around him, and not only to want attention. It also made her sad thinking that other stunts weren't as considerate as she was, at least not the ones that Harry had known.

“Thank you Perrie,” Sydney whispered. It was the first time she could ask for help with her client, without feeling guilty, without feeling like cheating. And even if Perrie was doing it for the sole purpose of serving Harry's interest, it was nice that she was willing to help Sydney out.

“Thank you for caring for the boys' well being Sydney. Now,” she said and quickly took her phone out her jeans pocket, “I'm following you on instagram so we can keep in touch for all these things and how the discussion went with Zayn. Take this and type your username.” As soon as she got Perrie's phone, she did as asked and gave it back to her. “Now, we need to go and have fun at the concert because you need to see what being a Directionner is like!”

She took Sydney by the hand again, and rushed her trough the hallways. At that very moment, Sydney knew that Perrie wasn't totally playing along.

When the lights went down, and she stood in the vip section during the concert, she could feel many eyes on her as Perrie held her by the waist and danced with her with a smile. What was even more surreal was hearing the fans behind them – Sydney didn't dare to watch all these persons crying and singing along. She felt the energy of the whole room being poured on her, the music, the artists, everything and even more. She let herself go a bit, enjoying the moment until One Direction's appearance on stage. They were properly introduced by the host, and the hall went silent after a ton of applause. She held her breath against her will for a moment, and then, the light illuminated the group. Harry stood at the very front, slowly making his way towards the edge of the scene, she noticed that he was shaking a bit. He was tense, and his jaw clenched until he began to sing. “Written on these walls are the stories that I can't explain” and then, he locked his blue eyes with hers for a mere second. Sydney couldn't really tell what all of this meant, but he winked at her. Almost secretly, but she was sure that the camera caught it, as well as her face while he did it: a total surprise as Perrie was swaying with her. Sydney was taken aback by this gesture, and Harry didn't seem to mind as he continued singing without even flinching. The circle of the boys moved, allowing Liam to be the one standing in front of the audience as Harry moved on the left. While being kept captive of this sudden change of attitude, she however managed to enjoy their performance. Perrie decided to stand next to her after a while, and Sydney could look at her and her loving looks when Zayn walked by, with a smile for her. They truly seemed deeply in love. From time to time, Sydney saw Louis smiling at Harry, for a mere second before looking at the audience again. His smile was bright and radiant, and so caring. But Sydney was mostly captivated by Harry himself and Niall. He had something special that didn't allow one to avoid his smile, his face and his blond hair. Syney's eyes were bouncing from Harry to Niall and from Niall to Harry, sometimes passing by Louis's smile. The atmosphere was magical.

And once they were done, Perrie grabbed Sydney by the hand in order to take her backstage to see the boys. With all of this rush, Sydney was glad to have someone by her side in order to guide her in the halls and through this hectic place. When they arrived, it was the time of the group hug and Sydney witnessed this magical moment with her own eyes. Harry, the tallest, was wrapping them with his long arms, holding tight onto Louis's sweater as the other boys were hugging each other too. And, while Harry's expression was the most relaxed Sydney has ever seen while being this close to him, he noticed her and immediately stopped the hug. And she felt like an intruder again.

“Guys, you were fantastic,” Perrie said with her enthusiastic smile and Zayn looked at her fondly.

“Thank you Pez,” he replied.

“Yes, it was a great performance I loved it,” Sydney said with a confident smile while still standing next to Perrie, whose hand was now held by Zayn's. She truly was an intruder.

“Great to hear,” Niall replied and his smile almost blinded her, so much joy.

“Happy to hear that, dear,” Harry said right after looking at his manager who stood right on his left. “It really means a lot to me to know that you liked it.”

She didn't feel like pushing the conversation further, because now she could sense how uncomfortable Harry was while speaking with her, even if she was standing there, still, not trying to hug him or to force anything. She could have, but she knew that all of this would be useless. Instead, she smiled and blushed as he said that. She wanted to seem cute, nothing more. She couldn't be clingy with him, not until they would become more comfortable around each other, and even the looks from his manager wouldn't make her do the move. She was the professional, he said it himself, and they had to cope with her ways of working if they wanted this relationship to work well and to be believable. And Harry smiled. It was probably the most genuine smile she had received from him since the very beginning.

#one direction #niall horan #niall horan x ofc #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #perrie edwards #pr stunt au

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The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

WARNING: LAST CHAPTER

Chapter 24: A New Chapter

Ten Days Later:

"Popcorn's ready!" Adrien announced, running over with the bowl. He hopped over the couch, landing next to Marinette. He covered his legs with the blanket they shared and passed her the snack while resting his arm around her. "Is the movie starting?"

"Yep." Marinette grabbed a handful, keeping her eyes on the TV. "Netflix is loading a little slow, but you're just in time."

"Perfect." Adrien kissed her temple, making her smile.

A knock was heard at the door and the couple looked to each other.

"I thought I was the only one who knew the location of your apartment." Adrien thought aloud.

"You are." Marinette confirmed.

"Then who's at the door?" Adrien's eyes squinted.

"No clue." Marinette shrugged.

"Shouldn't you get it?"

"Maybe." She leaned back.

"Do you want me to get it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Or. . . maybe I should just change apartment complexes." Marinette suggested, stretching over the couch. "I feel like it would be so much easier to move at this point."

"It could be someone you know." Adrien countered, standing up as he dropped the blanket.

"Or the temple sent me a serial killer." She stretched. "So you shouldn't answer it and instead, stay on the couch with me." Marinette reached out to him.

Adrien smiled and kissed her knuckles before moving backwards to the door. He turned around and opened it, blinked at the sight before him. "Min Jee." Adrien said, seeing her leaning against the doorway.

"Adrien Agreste." She sounded out each syllable with a suspicious tone. Min Jee wore sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt, which isn't usually her style. She was barefoot like usual though.

"What's wrong?" Adrien asked, trying keep the conversation smooth. "Did you need something?"

"I don't need anything, but why would you assume something's wrong?" Min Jee countered. "Am I so weak that I'd need intermediate fighters to save me? Wow, you must think really lowly of me."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Adrien apologized. "We've just had a lot trouble in the past month."

"What, from me?" Min Jee's tone grew a little angry.

"No, no, of course not." Adrien held his hands up. "You've helped us out a lot actually."

"Listen." Min Jee reached up and grabbed Adrien's shirt, pulling him down to her level. "I may be 4'11'', but I could easily kick you into the ground and step on you. I am not here for you, so you need to get out." She growled.

Marinette stood up from the couch, but before she stepped forward, she heard a light thump behind her. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around to see April flat on the floor and her window now open. "What the . . . "

Ginger suddenly popped her head in, eyes widening at the sight of the couple. "Min, you were supposed to get rid of him." A cold breeze came through, blowing the curtains.

"Okay, what is going on?" Marinette spun on her heels back to the door in confusion.

Min Jee pushed Adrien back as she stepped inside, crossing her arms. "We . . . have a surprise . . . for you."

Ginger loudly threw two large duffle bags in the room, silently closing the window behind her before tripping and falling on top of April.

"Am I being kidnapped?" Marinette asked, slightly freaking out at the bizarre situation.

"No . . . " Ginger answered, rummaging through the bags. "We would . . . never do that." Her response seemed unsure.

"Then what is all of this?" Marinette continued, motioning at the entire scene.

"And why do I have to leave?" Adrien added.

"Surprise sleepover." April muttered, still laying on the floor.

"And no boys allowed!" Min Jee yelled pointing her finger up at Adrien.

"A sleepover?" Marinette looked between them.

"Duh." Ginger smiled. "We need to catch up on our lives, have a little fun, and I've never been to Paris before, so what better than a girls night?"

"Maybe a phone call first." Marinette suggested.

"None of us have your number." April said, rolling her eyes.

"You know where I live, but can't find my number?" Marinette crossed her arms.

"Yup." Min Jee confirmed.

Marinette sighed before smiling. "Okay. It is nice to see you guys." She raised her hands in defeat. "A sleepover it is."

"Well I wasn't leaving." Min Jee walked in, Adrien shutting the door behind her. She jumped on the couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

"Oh and Ginger. I never asked you what your real name was." Marinette spun on her heels to face her.

"It's Ramona." She answered with a smile.

"Good to know." Marinette replied. "And April . . . why are you on the floor?"

"I fell." April stated. "And I like the floor. It's cold."

"Okay then." Marinette nodded.

"So is your man here gonna leave already or is he too clingy?" Min asked, relaxing into the cushions.

"Don't worry, we got you, Marinette." Ramona whipped out a hatchet from one of the bags.

"What, no! Oh my gosh!" Marinette gasped. "Why do you have that with you?!"

"In case he resists." Ramona excused, not understanding the issue.

"Um, I don't think that's needed." Adrien laughed. "I'll just go."

"Wait." Marinette jogged over to him. She looked into his sparkly green eyes smittenly before turning to the others. "Does he have to go?"

"No boys allowed." Min Jee repeated. Marinette exhaled.

"It's okay." Adrien replied, trailing his hands down her arms. "I will call you tomorrow."

"You better." Marinette smiled up at him. Adrien kissed her cheek before leaving. Marinette spun around to the trio. "So . . . what's are your guys' plans?"

"Oh." April dug in her pocket as she pushed herself up. Ramona dumped a duffle bag out on the floor, several bottles of nail polish rolling away. "I have a list."

. . .

Three Hours Later:

An empty wine bottle rolled out of Min Jee's hand and onto the floor. It clanked against the tv stand across from the couch.

"Use a glass you animal." Ramona glared from one of the chairs.

"You're a child!" Min yelled. "Don't lecture me! Are you even allowed to drink?"

"I'm eighteen." Ramona scoffed, drinking the last sip in her glass before her eyes widened. "Wait, am I?! What country are we in?!"

"What if we're in the United States?" Min began to panic. "Oh never mind, I'm twenty-two." She leaned back, relaxing again.

"I'm not!" Ramona fell out of the chair and crawled over to Marinette in front of the TV. "Marinette, what country are we in?" She shook her. "I think I broke a few laws."

"Paris." Marinette answered as she continued weaving her friendship bracelets. She was nineteen bracelets in.

"Are you sure? Where's April, I'll ask her?" Ramona questioned.

"In my bed." Marinette answered, crossing a few strands of string. "She passed out awhile ago."

"What a quitter." Ramona shook her head.

"Wait . . . is this Paris?" Marinette looked around, second guessing herself. "Min, did you teleport my apartment?!" She accused in a panic.

"No." Min Jee rubbed her forehead.

"Call your boyfriend." Ramona whined. "Ask him where we are."

"Oh yeah." Marinette gasped. "I have a boyfriend . . . " She laid on her stomach and reached under the couch, snatching her phone. She quickly dialed Adrien's number and propped herself up on her fist.

"This is so illegal." Ramona mumbled, pouring another glass.

"Hello . . . " Adrien groaned, obviously tired.

"Adrien, are you still in Paris?" Marinette asked.

"Yes?" He answered. "Why? What's wrong?" He began to worry.

"Am I still in Paris?" Marinette continued. Ramona scooted closer, trying to listen in.

"I hope." Adrien yawned, slowly processing the situation. "Are you drunk?" He asked.

"No." Marinette began laughing hysterically. "I-I think you're drunk. I mean, you sound a-awful."

"I'm just tired and it is 1 a.m." He chuckled. "I was sleeping."

"Then why did you call me?" Marinette gigged, grinning as she twirled a lock of her hair.

"You called me, bugaboo." Adrien laughed.

She gasped. "How did you know my identity?" Marinette looked around the room as she started whispering. "Did April tell you? She's been motionless for too long. I . . . I don't think she's real. She might have put a robot double in my bed and snuck out of here."

"I really love you, Marinette." Adrien declared, shaking his head. "And yes, you are in Paris . . . I hope."

"Love you too, Chat Noir." Marinette bit her lip. "Ramona, we're in Paris after all!" She turned to her friend.

"Good night, Marinette." Adrien chuckled. You could hear the concern in his voice, but he knew that she was safe with the three heroes.

"Goodbye." Marinette giggled, sliding her phone back under the couch.

"Oh, somebody's in love." Ramona joked, rolling over.

"Why don't you two just get married already?" Min Jee asked, falling halfway off the couch. "You're practically engaged."

"Yes! Can I be a bridesmaid?" Ramona sat up. "I've never been one before. I promise I'll be a good one."

"Absolutely. You all will be in my wedding. But I haven't planned a anything yet." Marinette wondered. "Maybe I should start . . . "

"Yes!" Ramona insisted. "Weddings are amazing and beautiful and then there's the crazy honeymoon. It's all so adorable." She squealed.

"Yeah and you two are pretty cute." Min Jee added.

"I do really love him, like love him love him. Like we're gonna have five kids love him. He's just s-so great that I can't stand it. His face, his personality, his cat tail . . . " Marinette gushed, smiling at the ceiling. "If Adrien were here right now, I'd totally propose." She picked up an unfinished bracelet. "I'd make him an expensive ring out of this string and he'd love it and we'd be married."

"Is my friendship bracelet finished yet?" Min whined, falling over, the cushions bouncing in the air.

"Yeah, I made you like five." Marinette laughed, picking a couple off of the floor. She looked to April who was still passed out. "April needs hers, but she's s-such a quitter."

"Well she's coming to the wedding either way." Ramona declared as she sprung up and ran over. She grabbed April's ankles and dragged her out of bed, hitting her head on the floor, and moved her to the living room. "It's time to start the ceremony!" Ramona yelled, running over to the window.

"I'm finally getting married!" Marinette cheered, jumping up from the floor.

Ramona grinned, ripping the curtains down.

. . .

2 PM The Next Day:

A loud knock was heard at the door, startling Marinette awake. She rubbed her eyes as she rolled over with a groan. Blinking her vision clear, she noticed her apartment was completely trashed. She looked down to see her lavender curtains wrapped around her like a burrito and her shirt was gone. Her hair was loose and tangled.

Marinette sat up, holding the fabric to her chest. Ramona, Min Jee, and April were gone. Her room was empty, but trashed. Marinette groaned again, grasped her forehead in pain.

Another knock was heard. Marinette reached under the couch and slid her phone out. She adjusted her bra since she fell asleep in it and stumbled up, tightening the curtain around her. Marinette swayed over to the door and unlocked it, cracking it open a few inches. Adrien stood there with a bag.

"There she is." Adrien smiled. "A beautiful ray of sunshine." Marinette exhaled in annoyance. Her head was pounding. "Can I come in?" He asked.

Marinette nodded with her eyes, slightly stepping back before tripping over the end of the sheets. She hit the floor, but quickly recovered, pulling the curtain back up. Adrien stepped inside and grabbed her outstretched hand, closing the door behind him.

"Wow . . . " He gaped, looking around the room. "What did you guys do?" Adrien balanced her.

"My wedding." She groaned. "And if I remember correctly, either me or April has the pictures. I know we . . . woke her up and she did take pictures, but . . . I think it was with my phone." Marinette rubbed her head.

"A wedding?" Adrien scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you like me dress." Marinette gave an exhausted smile as she posed in her curtain.

"You're beautiful." Adrien placed his hand on her lower back. "But you're also hungover." He laughed, directing her towards the couch and sitting her down. "I brought you a sandwich and some water." He said, passing her the paper bag.

Marinette dug inside, pulling out the sandwich and a bottle of water. She opened the water, gulping half of it down before unwrapping the croissant sandwich and taking a bite.

"Where did those three go?" Adrien asked, mesmerized as he watched her scarf down the food.

Marinette pulled out her phone. "I think . . . we fell asleep around eight in the morning." She took another bite as she scrolled. "I don't know when they left, but I think one of them kicked me on the way out."

"I think I know which one." Adrien laughed.

"Oh, April texted me." Marinette said. "She . . . will be back later. They apparently had a meeting set up at the temple that they had to be at, so . . . they needed to go." Marinette's eyes widened. "And she sent me pictures of last night and this morning." Marinette scrolled, her embarrassment sinking in.

"Can I see them?" Adrien leaned closer, raising an eyebrow.

Marinette's face turned red and she threw her phone behind her. "N-No. Maybe later. We were drunk and completely insane. I don't remember half of it to explain them anyway."

"Come on." He persisted. "Nothing could be more humiliating than that phone call early this morning."

Marinette groaned, slumping her head in her hands. "That . . . could've been better." She sighed. "To be fair, that was the first time I've ever been drunk. I haven't had very much alcohol in my life to start with, but there have been a few times that I went out with Alya and Nino, and since I clearly couldn't handle my liquor, I became the designated driver." Marinette drank some water.

"I would not have guessed that you couldn't handle your alcohol." Adrien acted surprised, scooting closer.

"We did paint each others nails last night though." Marinette wiggled her fingers at him. "Then we did facemasks and a bunch of other stuff I hardly remember." She continued. "But I guess I should clean up this place if they're coming back and I'm a wreck."

"I should probably be going then." Adrien sighed. He started to get up, but Marinette tugged him down by his sleeve.

"Why?" Marinette scrunched her eyebrows.

"We've seen each other basically every day for the past two or three weeks." Adrien answered. "I don't want to be too clingy. I'm probably annoying you a little bit by now." He sighed, holding her hand. "Your friends are coming over and you should spend time with them."

Marinette reached up and delicately placed her palm on his cheek. She clutched the curtain against her as she scooted closer and pressed her lips to his passionately. Adrien trailed his hands up her back. Marinette smiled as she leaned forward, pushing Adrien back with her falling on top.

Marinette released his lips. "Please don't leave me." She ran her fingers down his cheek and across his forehead. Marinette stared down at him, completely in love with the man before her. "I don't want you to ever think that I don't want you around." Her smile widened. "You could never be a burden on me." Marinette planted another long kiss on him.

Adrien smiled back, completely overjoyed. He loved her so much. "I won't go anywhere." He promised, brushing a lock of her loose hair behind her ear. "I'm right here."

"You should stay for awhile." Marinette sighed as she layed on his stomach, pressing her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her breathing calmed as she relaxed. "There's no rush. It's an all new chapter of our lives now." She smiled as she began to doze off. Adrien kissed the top of her head.

. . .

A/N

And that's a wrap on another MLB fanfiction. This one was so different from my others. Besides the age differences, I added so much of my own creative pizazz. I loved making my own characters and parts to the miraculous universe. After this, I may finally start writing an actual non-fanfiction book, but we'll see. I'm not settled on what I want my first one to be about. But anyway, if you have any comments or questions about this one, I'd love to hear them. They'll help my future writings and I read every single one.

-Alice Pink

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Chapter 2: History Class

Cracks In The Dam Series – Bucky’s POV

She’s a quiet engineering and physics major trying to forget the demons of her past, and he’s the campus playboy trying to turn over a new leaf. Their friendship is unlikely, but just might be forged to withstand the cracks in the dams they’ve built to protect themselves. (BuckyxReader college au)

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“Hey Bucky,” one of the girls in my history class said with a grin and a wink. I just gave her a slight nod as I finished the rest of my coffee. I didn’t remember her name, but I was pretty sure we’d hooked up once or twice. She didn’t seem too familiar though, so it was probably at least a year ago.

I might not remember the names of all the women I slept with, but I sure as hell remembered their faces. I wasn’t a complete douche.

“Have you started on the term paper we have due?” She shifted her weight, popping her hip out a bit and pushing her boobs forward as she pouted slightly. “I just can’t pick a topic. There are so many good options.”

I wasn’t up for this today. I’d spent all of last night on the phone with Aunt Jeanie, trying to figure out what to do with Rebecca. I was running on about two hours of sleep, five shots of espresso, and a prayer to make it through the day. Chatting with someone who, I’m sure was a great person, but didn’t seem to have much substance around me was just too exhausting.

“I’m halfway done already,” I said carelessly, tossing the empty coffee cup in a nearby trashcan. “Good luck with yours, though.”

And with that, she actually let me pass by. Thank God she wasn’t one of the clingy ones.

Once I was through the doors and into the lecture hall, I surveyed my options. My usual seat in the back was already surrounded by a few of the guys I hung out with and a group of girls. If I couldn’t even handle a conversation with that chick earlier, there was no way I would survive an entire hour surrounded by them.

That left two options: Sit alone or take the seat that always seemed to be open next to Y/N and finally see what she did all hour in her notebook.

It was basically a no-brainer decision.

I’m halfway in my seat before I speak up, giving her no chance to tell me to fuck off. “Another exciting day learning about fifteenth century history.”

“Oh lovely,” she says, not even looking at me. “Another stimulating conversation with Bucky.”

How she knew it was me, I have no idea. But the idea that she was hyperaware of my presence makes me laugh. “It’s been a long two days without me. I know it’s hard, doll.”

“Why don’t you go sit with your harem? I’m sure they need your attention more than I do.”

“Probably.” So she did pay enough attention to me to know where I usually sat. This new information made me grin and sit back in my chair. Was she always this observant, or just when it came to me?

Just as I’m about to say something else, and God knows what would come out of my mouth, she glances at her watch before pulling her phone out of her backpack. Her head shakes slightly as she reads whatever’s on the screen.

“God,” she mumbles. “It’s like babysitting a five-year-old.”

Underneath her slightly annoyed expression is that same small smile she had after that Tony guy drove off on Friday night. “That the dude from your date on Friday?”

“Yeah,” she says almost without thought. At least, I assume it’s without thought because she normally never reveals anything to me. “But it wasn’t a date.”

“Not a date,” I scoff as she types out a text. “Right. Dressed like you were? Doll, that dress you wore was probably more than my last paycheck.”

And just like that, my mind flashes back to that night and that dress. Damn she had a nice body. Just the memory of how she looked was enough to wake me up even more. Sitting by her had definitely been the right choice today.

For the first time since I sat down, she turned in her chair and faces me head on. Her eyes bore into mine and there’s a slight smirk playing around the corner of her lips. Her very kissable lips. Dammit Steve.

“Why so interested in my love life, Barnes? Your one-night stands getting boring?”

And there was the deflection I was so used to from her. So I mimic her posture, leaning forward with my elbows on the desk. “Why so defensive, Y/L/N? Jealous that your best friend found her true love and you struck out on Friday night?”

Her groan was immediate, and it made me smile. This wasn’t just a ploy in our little bantering game. That groan was a genuine Y/N reaction. She probably wasn’t aware, but her walls were slowly coming down around me.

“Oh, God, don’t remind me about Nat and Steve. They’re disgusting. Literally, they’re always making out on the couch or in my kitchen or… ugh.”

Even under her complaining, I could see that she was happy for her friend. She wasn’t one of those girls who got jealous over someone else’s happiness. It just made me like her all the more.

Her phone vibrated again and she read the messages, rolling her eyes.

“Boy trouble?” I can’t help the teasing any more than she can help the glare she throws my way.

“Boss trouble. Gimme a sec.”

As she puts her phone to her ear, I think about her last few words. She’d just excused herself from our conversation. Politely. She probably didn’t even realize she did it, but it was a sign that some part of her liked talking to me.

“Go to the damn hospital, Tony.”

No greetings, interesting. I had a feeling I was about to get a very close look into what made Y/N tick.

“I will drag your stupid ass to the hospital myself.” Didn’t she say this was her boss? “If I’m going to be on my A-Game this week, then you need to be too. I need your brain.” What kind of a boss let their employee talk to them like that? “It’s the whole reason I have a job. I’m going to tell Jarvis to call that ambulance.”

If I didn’t already like Y/N before now, this conversation between her and her boss was certainly cementing it. This was a woman who wasn’t scared to tell someone to fuck off. This was a woman who could give my shit right back to me. This was the kind of woman that I wanted – no, needed – in my life.

“For fucks sake, man. I’ll do the presentation. Your brain is your best asset and no-no, don’t say anything. I regret that word choice already. You need to make sure you didn’t fuck up and ruin it.”

Seriously, what kind of a person did Y/N work for? Whoever it was, she was familiar enough to cuss him out while trying to take care of him. For someone who was pretty quiet around most people from what I’d seen, this was a whole new layer.

“I’ll believe it when a doctor tells me that.” And, without any farewell, she hung up. In the next second, she was dialing another number. “Jarvis, I’m overriding whatever stupid command Tony gave you and telling you to call a goddamn ambulance. Override code: Please and thank you.”

I learned more about her, but there were so many more questions piling up now as she hung up. Her eyes flashed over to me and I grinned. “I’ve never heard anyone talk to their boss like that.”

“You’ve never met my boss,” she said with a weary voice. “You’d understand.”

My mouth opened, but I was once again cut off before I could get any words out. The professor started the lecture and I listened with half an ear. History was interesting to me and I spent a lot of my life searching out the stories on my own, so I knew enough to be able to give only half of my attention to the professor.

The other half of my attention started wandering to Rebecca and Aunt Jeanie, but I quickly pulled it back into place. I could worry about them later. Things were a mess, but I couldn’t let it overtake my entire life.

So I glanced down to Y/N’s notebook to see what kind of a notetaker she was. Instead of dates and names and events the professor was saying, her page was covered with drawings and calculations. I knew she was smart. Nat wouldn’t shut up about how smart Y/N was. But I’ve never seen her in action. She was entirely focused on whatever the hell she was trying to figure out. Arrows, numbers, and scribbled out equations littered the paper.

Just as she got another text and read it on her watch, I leaned closer and saw what looked to be a drawing of a boot.

She muttered something under her breath, probably about the text, and I leaned closer. She obviously wasn’t paying attention to class, so I wouldn’t be distracting her too much. “You a fashion designer or something?”

Obviously not, since most clothes didn’t require advanced calculus.

“Or something.” Her hand on my shoulder pushed me away a bit. “Dude, personal space.”

A few minutes passed where she just stared at her paper with squinty eyes. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head. Damn, I wish I could see her thought process. Instead, I leaned over and pointed at one of the boot-looking doodles she was staring at. “If you’re wondering what color to make it, I’d go with a bright green.”

“Not helping.” She was so focused on her notebook. Why had she even come to class today if she wasn’t going to pay attention? Either she already knew all about the Ming Dynasty and the spread of Islam into Africa, or she was so lost by this point in the semester that paying attention wouldn’t do any good. If the latter was the case, I could use that to my advantage.

For the rest of class, I made my plans. From what I’ve learned about her so far, getting Y/N to spend more time with me was going to be difficult. I had to play my cards just right. She was a busy woman, so carving out any portion of her schedule would already be like climbing Mount Everest. And there was the fact that my reputation preceded me, so I would have to overcome her preconception that I wanted to spend time with her just to get into her pants.

Not that I didn’t want to get into her pants. Any guy would be an idiot to refuse her. And, like Nat said last weekend, any chick would be an idiot too.

But I needed Y/N in my life to keep my sanity. Between her, Nat, and Steve, I felt like I had a chance of making it through my last few semesters of college and talking some sense into my little sister. Three people who weren’t afraid to call me out.

I needed Y/N. Even as just a friend.

“Well, that was a fascinating lecture, as usual,” I said, holding back a grin when Y/N snapped her head up with wide eyes, surprised that class was over.

“I sure hope none of that’s gonna be on the test.” Her weary mumble gave me hope. So she didn’t have a clue as to what was going on in this class.

Good.

That was what my entire plan was built on.

Now I just had to figure out how to bring it up… It wasn’t until we were outside the classroom that I decided to just come out and say it.

“You know, I could help you out with this class.”

“You?” She seemed far too doubtful. “Really?”

Did she really think that little of me? “Hey now, just because I’m hot and sexy as hell doesn’t mean I can’t be smart too. You should know.”

“Right,” she scoffed. But I wasn’t sure if the scoff was directed towards my comments about me or about her. She obviously knew how smart she was. But she had to know how attractive she was, too. I almost said something, but then I caught sight of the way her forehead was scrunched up a bit and the way the corner of her mouth twitched. She was considering my offer.

“No strings?”

“What kind of strings would I attach, Y/L/N?”

She stopped right outside the door and turned to stare at me. I wasn’t unused to having people’s eyes on me, but something about Y/N unnerved me. I tried my hardest not to let it show, though.

She was so close to accepting. I could see it. I just needed to find the right way to tip her over the edge. Coming right out and offering to help her seemed to get her attention. Suppose it couldn’t hurt to be completely truthful.

“Okay. Fine. One string,” I amended.

“Ha! I knew it.”

Tell it like it is. Y/N was friends with Natasha. She had to be used to blunt truths. If I was completely upfront with her, my chances at actually being her friend had to be better, right?

“One string…” I looked straight at her. “Friendship. That’s it. I promise. I’ll help you, but you have to admit that we’re friends.”

“Why?” She was completely taken aback. I guess that friendship wasn’t a request she ever expected from, what had she called me two weeks ago? The campus playboy bad boy?

Since the truth thing seemed to be working, I kept with it. I knew exactly how she would take my reasons, so I just decided to own up to them. “Alright, this is going to make me sound like a complete douche, but it’s the truth, I swear.”

“Spit it out, Buck.”

Buck. Not Bucky. Not Barnes. That was a good sign.

“I like this.” I gestured between us as if there were some sort of a string, or an invisible blob of whatever the hell our relationship was at the moment. “Because you’re not into me. Besides Nat, you’re the only other woman who doesn’t try to get my attention or get into my pants. It’s refreshing.”

Her face twisted into fake sympathy. “Poor Bucky. It must be so hard to have all the women falling over themselves for you. Being the resident sex-god must just be the worst.”

Resident sex-god. Campus playboy bad boy. I would have to file these away for the next time I updated my resume.

I mean, she was right to some degree. “I know, I know. Douchey, right?”

“It’s conceited, is what it is.” Now that the offer was out there and she could start processing everything, she started moving again. I easily kept pace. “I can guarantee you that Nat and I are not the only women who don’t wanna sleep with you. You just never notice the girls who don’t pay any attention to you.”

And that’s why I needed her to be my friend. That’s why I needed her in my life. She called me out on my bullshit and took my ego down a notch. If I was ever going to make it through whatever drama comes with Rebecca, I needed people like her around me.

“You’re probably right. But about our deal, whattaya say, friend?” I had one last argument up my sleeve. “Besides, we’re gonna spend a lot of time together anyway, with Nat and Steve dating. Might as well accept the inevitable.”

She glanced at her watch again, reading the message that came up. Her lips quirked up at the message, then she looked up at me and her smile changed a little, but it was still a smile. That was a good sign.

“Let’s see how the first study session goes.”

My grin was instantaneous. I was going to be late for my next class if I didn’t hurry, so I started walking backwards, away from wherever she was heading. “Tomorrow at one? Grab some lunch while we’re at it?”

“I have to work all day. I can do Wednesday at one though.”

It would be tight with my schedule, but I couldn’t chance her cancelling. “I’ll meet you at your place with food then. See ya later, friend!”

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Before we get married - Episode 3

I love it so much when an episode starts with a fight between a couple that does belong together. All again about the house, about sneaking around to be together. Since every thing as to go as planned, Haoyi wants to buy the uneven house and then tries to make Weiwei talk to Ziyuan. Does he ever think about her? That night too she has to do overtime. When she goes home it’s raining hard. Haoyi asks if she brought an umbrella and she lies she did. Conveniently, Kehuan is waiting in his car for her. He follows her going into the convenience store. When comes out... she didn’t even buy an umbrella or those plastic rain coats, nope, she just got a cardbox. So he kinds of yell at, asking where is her boyfriend. She says he’s at home and since he’s riding a scooter, he would also be drenched if he came to pick her up. She cares so much about him while he treats her so poorly (in my opinion). And I don’t get Kehuan going : “if it was me you would never be drenched in the rain”. He doesn’t know her, why does he act like he is the guy she didn’t chose? They saw each other like what... 5 times?

Well anyways, she’s like don’t get near me again, I deleted you. And he’s like : sorry, I went overboard saturday. NO KIDDING. There’s something wrong with this guy. She refuses a ride home, so he buys her an umbrella. And then he asks her to listen to a song with him. That’s like so random. But hey. Let’s go with the flow.

At the office, Kefei receives a nice flower bouquet and her collegues are jealous. She pretends she doesn’t like it, it’s so outdated, but I think she is actually really pleased to have a suitor.

At Kehuan’s office, Ziyuan is still meddling in his business. So when he comes home, he is quite pissed at her. And she is so obnoxious at some point. Why isn’t he just breaking up with her? This is so unhealthy... Oh... So he’s mad because she meddled with Baiyang’s business. Well yes. I mean, you can bear to have a compulsive girlfriend that controls your life, but not your friends’ life. THAT’S THE LIMIT GIRL!

Well she shouldn’t interfere with anyone’s else life but hers for a start.

Blah blah blah, all I do is for you, blah blah blah. Good job Kehuan, you go tell her. Well she still wins in the end the fight, but at least she’s hurt. I AM HAPPY ABOUT HER MISERY. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But she’s so annoying. I can’t stand her. She’s to clingy and desesperate.

And naturally what do we do when we fought with our girlfriend? Go stalk the other girl! Weiwei’s taking out the trash and he asks her to spend a night with so she can get a really big discount on the house. Hahahaha. Every time he gets normal, he goes back to creepy. What is this guy? I just can’t...

Well Kefei sees them together, she babbles about how nice would it be to sleep with Kehuan and how she wouldn’t go out with Baiyang because why give a forest for only one tree.

OMO! A SHOWER SCENE YAY! A drama isn’t a drama without a shower scene. I mean main lead taking a shower.

Kehuan looks at his reflection in the mirror, saying he must have gone crazy. Well, good thing you know you have.

Ziting, Ziyuan’s sister comes back from.. was it America? I can’t remember. I hope she is less crazy than the sister. Okay, she’s back from New York. To me she looks, for now, to be the most decent character. In two minutes I can tell (don’t tell me she’s also twisted). Ziyuan asks Kehuan to come back to sleep in their room instead of taking the guest room. HAHAHA. Like it would happen. Ziting is like : wth is wrong here? And Ziyuan “everything is fine”. She’s so delusional. At some point, it’s sad. I grive with you, though I really dislike you.

Li Haoyi’s father comes all the way from his hometown to see the house with them. Haha. There is only Haoyi to like that house. Dad is really unhappy. He thinks more of Weiwei than his son. I like this episode so far. Realistic characters finally came! It’s a pity they are not main leads haha.

Okay. I am in love with the dad. He’s like : Weiwei don’t marry this dude. HAHAHA! I love you dad. You are the best. So Daddy is willing to help them buy a nice place. Apparently when he was younger, Haoyi had to move many times, so that’s why he really doesn’t want to rent an apartment. Legit I guess. And for once, he is being considerate of Weiwei. I appreciate that. Good boy to thank her for sacrificing her quality of life. And then, awww, cute, he says anywhere that there is you, it’s my home so I am okay to rent an apartment. This smells like bad news, seeing Weiwei’s face.

I WAS RIGHT. The sister is a decent human being! Yay! She pays back Kehuan for all the monetary support he gave her while she was in the U.S. Good girl. I think she kind of judges her sister from living out of Kehuan’s money. Ziyuan’s face is so hurt hahaha. Bim! Aww Ziting. She just criticizes her sister for controlling her boyfriend’s life. And she’s like, stop clinging to what mom said, it’s just her wish.

Weiwei is overthinking the house thing. Seems like her boyfriend thinks if someone has to sacrifice anything it should be him, cause for her he would do anything except killing someone. At least he has morals. So obviously, she’s going to accept to sleep with Kehuan so they can get the house Haoyi wants. Stupid girl.

So she sends back the jacket with a note to tell him she agrees the conditions fort the discount on the house. This is so twisted. So they agree to see each other on Staturday and she tells her boyfriend she’s going back to her hometown to see her mom and tells Kefei she has a blind date. I don’t feel great about this. Turns he rented a whole place. He is going to charge her for that and then there is no discount? Hahaha. That would be epic. Anyways, they get rid of all the employees and she starts cooking BBQ. And it takes the whole day hahaha. I love it when they do this.

Oh he wipes her sweat! She is moved by the gesture. You know what I think? She is so bored with her boyfriend and even though he pissed her off, he brings excitement to her life which is why she has agreed. It’s not really fort Haoyi. She just doesn’t know. Everybody in this drama in abnormal haha.

So Kefei posted a message on some social media that she wants to buy cola. Which actually means Make love, because in Chinese it sounds similar (it’s actually not similar haha). And Baiyang comes out. And they probably had sex. I wish this storyline wasn’t so centered on sex. It’s getting boring. And Baiyang is so infatuated with her and she’s like stop saying this, go outside and forget everything. Oh god. Poor guy.

Back to the main story. Kehuan bought a 100,000 taiwan yuan apple. Weiwei thinks it’s a waste to eat it (I think it would be a waste not to eat it but well, maybe a rotten apple is worth a lot more), so they fight, the apple gets in a pond, Weiwei goes to retrieve it. Cliché. Anyways, he is like you are so dumb that it makes me fall for you so he lifts her up in his arms. And then he’s like : If I could be your man, I would cherish you for life. Hahaha. So is he in love with her? Or he is just trying to play with her? This is so weird. He is so obsessed by her since the beginning and he knows like... nothing about her. It’s confusing. Well it looks like she doesn’t dislike him touching her. She is wanting it. But she breaks it by talking about her boyfriend. She goes on and on about how she is willing to sacrifice herself to make her boyfriend happy. Oops. Should not have said that. Kehuan goes crazy. And I love what he is saying. It gave me chills. Well, he is wrong to only blame woman, because guys also do it trust me, but still. These so called sacrifices are breaking the love between two people. So true, so true.

Anyways, he leaves and says he won’t sell the house. Weiwei is so shooked. Is it because she won’t get the house or because what Kehuan said was true? Probably because of the house.

At home, Ziting questions Ziyuan about her relationship with Kehuan. She feels the end is close. I love her. Ziting and Dad, best characters <3 As usual, Ziyuan is like no he loves me, it’s just that we have been together for so long and that he is busy with work. I can’t even imagine Kehuan being in love with Ziyuan at some point haha. Poor girl.

Kehuan bumps into Haoyi at a jewel store, Haoyi is looking for a wedding to propose to Weiwei. So Kehuan helps him a little before leaving, with a broken hearted look on his face. It must remind him of when his relationship with Ziyuan was great (if it ever was). Or he’s just sad Weiwei is not what he though or that he can’t have her or whatever. Who knows?

Well I guess it got into me. I am so going to finish this drama. I still don’t like it very much but... I want to know what is going to happen. So I guess... I actually like it? Episode 3 showed improvement and introduced two characters I like so I am happy, even though I don’t think they will be there often. I’m intrigued by the background story between Ziyuan and Kehuan. Why is she so dependant of him to that point?

#before we get married #我们不能是朋友 #taiwan drama #drama recap #drama review

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Marauders’ Animagus Forms

Yeah yeah, I know, most people will probably say it’s obvious; James is a stag because of his pride, Sirius is a dog because he’s loyal, and Peter is a rat because he’s a traitor.

Yeah, I’m not buying those, at least not that simply. (This is gonna get long, so let me put it under a cut)

Let’s start with Sirius, because he’s gonna be easiest for me. I’m not disputing that he’s loyal, I know he is, and dogs are known to be very faithful - Other animals are, too, but dogs stand out due to their faithfulness towards humans in particular, and are more well-known for it than other domestic animals.

What, then, am I questioning? Well, why is Sirius a big, black dog? A dachshund is loyal, too. Or a toy poodle, or a Chihuahua. Or a corgi they’re adorable. But no, our dear Padfoot isn’t just a pooch, he’s a big, black, shaggy pup.

Now, let’s start with the breed. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think anyone ever mentioned one, so I’ll assume he’s a mutt. He didn’t have to be; there’s plenty of big dogs with black fur. Irish Wolfhounds come to mind, black labrador, Rottweiler or Dobermann (Though those aren’t fully black), even German Shepherds. He’s from a long line of purebloods obsessed with purity, but he is not a purebred dog.

Because Sirius rejected that idiology. I think an animagus can reflect a LOT about a person’s personality - There are so many different animal species, subspecies and breeds, after all - and refusing to obsess over blood purity like his ancestors was important for him; hence, his animagus form mirrors that.

Now, mutts still come in all shapes and sizes, but Pad is still a big black dog. The size, well, he wanted to keep a darn werewolf company; he must have REALLY wanted to be a big animal. Protecting and helping his friend was so important to him; and a big animal is much more easily able to protect someone than a small one.

That leaves color. A big black dog is also an omen of death; the Grim in Harry Potter specifically, and there are many English folk tales about black dogs like the Barghest. But first, as a nice tidbit: Not all those folk tales say the black dog is evil. Most, yes, but a few have the black dog as a protector; I distinctly remember one where people claim it’s perfectly safe to let children play on the meadows near that village because the dog is watching over them. Now, that sounds like it’s suit Pads.

But it’s more; even though he rejected his Black lineage, it’s still there, looming over him. To non-purebloods, the Black family is probably not the best omen, especially with Voldy on the rise. The first time someone hears Pad’s name, they won’t know that he’s not a blood supremacist; just like someone seeing a huge black mutt won’t know whether that dog is dangerous or not. Sirius may have rejected his family, but in a way, it’s still almost haunting him.

Next up is James. I’ll admit I don’t know as much about deer as I do about dogs (I heard they don’t make too great pets), but regardless, I think just “he’s proud” isn’t enough justification.

Lots of animals are associated with pride. Most prominently lions, but also tigers, and maybe to a lesser extent even domestic cats; also horses, sometimes wolves, and even if you want to stay deer-like, I’d say a moose, elk or reindeer is a tad more impressive than a Stag (I think he’s meant to be a red deer? It’s not explicitly mentioned, but that’s how I’d imagine him). So why did he end up in the shape that he did? If I’d want to keep a werewolf in check, I’d pick a moose. I would NOT mess with them.

First, the carnivores. It’s kind of hard to find the right words, but I’d say in some way, they’re too fierce. Of course, big carnivores don’t just go and kill stuff just because, but most tend to be more aggressive than herbivores; most herbivores as prey animals run away if there’s a danger, while carnivores, being predators, fight. James wouldn’t back down from a fight - And deer can fight, with both antlers and hooves - but once he’s grown out of his teens, he’s more of a carer and nurturer than a fighter, I’d say. And it took me a long-ass time to understand that, while he was a jerk as a teen, he most likely wasn’t one as an adult.

We still have a bunch of herbivores left, though. Well, moose are easy to leave out; they’re solitary, and I, for one, can’t imagine Prongs without his friends. Well, the simplest explanation would probably be that stags are just more well known for trying to impress their does, but I’m not here for analyzing meta reasons, I want to find in-story ones. So, I’ll cheat a little bit and say that the animagus form is mostly based on a person’s core personality, but influenced by lots of things: Not just how the animal actually is, but also how it’s perceived, the wishes of the animagus-to-be, how they think about themselves, all of that. Basically, it’s like the animagus form is trying to communicate as much about the human as it can.

James is, or at least was as a kid, something I’d describe in German as a “Wildfang”; literally it means “wild catch”. I don’t like the English translations I’m finding, so I’ll just describe it as someone - often a child, but sometimes also a young adult - who likes to bend or break rules, and wants to have fun in their own way without caring about society’s expectations of what or how they should be. A little boy preferring to stay out till dark with his friends instead of studying, or a girl playing in the mud without caring about her dress getting dirty. Sound like someone we know?

Now, as a “wild” boy, our little Prongs probably wouldn’t want to be a domesticated animal, or better, wouldn’t see himself as one. Horses can often be described as proud, but the well-trained ones are usually also very obedient.

And elk or reindeer, well... They might be more physically impressive than a red deer, but if people’s expectations about an animal play at least some part, then of course he’d end up the most well-known option, making him a stag. That also opens the interesting thought that it’s more than likely different cultures would cause different animagi, thanks to different ways of looking at animals, but I digress.

Last, but not least, is Peter. Honestly, he’s the main reason for this post, because I adore rats; I never kept any as pets, but I wanted to as a kid. Newsflash: Rats are not traitors. Again for the people in the back:

Rats are not traitors. Rats are incredibly social animals.

Yes, I’ve already assumed human preconceptions have an influence on the animagus form, but I don’t think they could overwrite the animal’s true characteristics. If they could, Padfoot being basically the Grim would mean he’s evil, but he isn’t.

Now that that’s out of the way, what do I mean with “social animals”? Some wild rats teach their young how to open pinecones to get the seeds, which is cute, but there’s something even more amazing: There have been experiments with a trapped rat, and a free rat. The free rat was able to push a button, releasing the trapped one.

It doesn’t stop there; in further experiments, they made it so the rat had to swim to get to the button, which rats normally don’t like. It did so anyway, to help the trapped one. They also put some delicious food out; the free rat often ate some, but not all, before releasing the trapped one, basically sharing the food. Unrelated to that, rats are among the rodents most likely to bond with their owner. Mice, degus (even though they’re adorable), even guinea pigs; some might bond with their owner, but by far not all. And even then, it’s kind of rare they’d want to cuddle - rats do.

And that is supposed to mean “traitor”? Really? Rats get a bad rep, I know, but how can you look at that stuff and decide “Yep, that means someone who can turn into a rat HAS to be evil!”?

So how does it relate to Wormtail? Well, while it’s a movie quote (Sorry - books are longer ago, and I haven’t read them as often as I watched the movies), I distinctly remember someone saying that Peter used to cling to his friends’ coattails, and at least I don’t remember any book quote refuting that. Rats are group animals, they need other rats in order to be happy; suits being a bit clingy with friends, doesn’t it?

Now, of course, rats aren’t the only social animals around. Wolves are probably among the most well-known, but there’s plenty of herd or pack animals. Well, first, I’d throw out the big ones - Wolves, lions, horses, etc. Yes, they’re group animals and need company of their own, too. But can you imagine Wormtail as a lion?

I’m verging into headcanon territory, but I feel like Peter probably lacked self-confidence and self-esteem. James and Sirius were cocky as they could be, and Remus, even though he probably had moments when he doubted himself, still comes across as mostly self-assured. But Peter?

Most big animals aren’t only known for being group animals; they’re also known for things like pride, strength, ferocity. Peter may have wanted to be a big animal to help his friend (yes he was part of the Marauders, another thing I took a long-ass time to accept. He betrayed them later on, but during Hogwarts, they were one group), but his self-doubts might have reflected on his form. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t keep Moony in check and someone got hurt? As a tiny rat, there would’ve been nothing he could’ve done anyway, right?

Now, even small animals often have groups. Rabbits, guinea pigs, mice, degus... So there’s still lots of options. Some other things rats are known for is curiosity, intelligence, and being survivors.

Let’s start with curiosity. Wormtail was a Marauder. Secret passage? Neat! New path in the forbidden forest? Let’s check it out next full moon with Moony! He wasn’t just an accessory, he was part of the group, so I’m willing to bet he was just as adventurous as the other boys. While my degus are excellent at breaking out of their cage, they also get startled easily, not exactly adventurer material.

Now, intelligence. Okay, I’ll admit, I don’t remember if there were any mentions of Wormtail’s grades, but I remember reading a headcanon that he was the one best at coming up with excuses, and I can believe that, even though I’d guess his grades weren’t too great. He might’ve lacked book smarts, but he probably had a good helping of street smarts; bad application of ‘em, but he managed to frame Sirius for the murder of twelve muggles and then live with a family full of wizards - pretty smart ones, at that! - for a pretty long time. Look me in the eye and tell me that doesn’t require any cunning or intelligence. (I do say my degus are smarter than I am, but nobody knows what they are, and I just can’t imagine a new animagus ending up as an animal they don’t even know)

Last is the survival instinct. Look, talking to Voldy wasn’t noble, but it probably helped Peter’s survival. And, honestly? I have no idea what I would do in that kind of situation. Yeah, it looks like it goes against the social part, but - Does it? Voldy definitely threatened Wormtail’s life, but Wormtail was not alone. They sent his finger to his mother, if I recall correctly; what if Voldy threatened her, too? What if Wormtail had to decide between the lives of James, Lily and Harry, and the lives of his mother and himself? I adore my friends, but even though I hope I’d be able to protect them, I’m not sure if I could. And if my brother’s life was in danger, too, or my parents? I genuinely hope I will never, ever have to make a choice like that, because I couldn’t. I don’t love Peter for what he’s done, but I don’t exactly blame him, either. Fear makes you do weird things.

So, to wrap it up, Peter’s not a rat because he’s a traitor. He’s a rat because he’s social and loves his friends; he’s a rat because he’s curious and loves adventure; he’s a rat because he’s smarter than he thinks, and because he’s a survivor. Good people do bad things under the right kind of pressure, and being threatened with death - your own or a loved ones - is one hell of a pressure.

#james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #hogwarts #headcanon #yes most of this was because I felt the need to defend rats' honor #what can I say I love rats #THEY ARE NOT BLOODY EVIL

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 6 years

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T&L part 4: New friends and new enemies

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Part five

Friendship is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself. - C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

Sam’s POV

When Arya told me about her dream I found it weird that she was dreaming about what’s clearly a silver wolf and at the very end a blood sucker. I felt a strong need to shift into my wolf form and get the pack to scout the area just to make sure we have no unwanted guests like the damn redhead we kept chasing for months now.

At least with the Cullens around again we can catch a break again since they’re hunting her too. As I turned to leave the room she told me I was being a good big brother which gave me a much needed boost of confidence for my newly found sibling skills. Emily followed me down to the kitchen and I swiftly turned around to give her a long passionate kiss.

„I love you Ems, and I love how great you are with her. Thank you for being the best damn imprint in the world.“

„I love you too hun, and as for Arya, I already feel like she’s my sister too. Which is why I am not going to be too clingy and let you go and talk to the pack. I know you’re going to sweep the area for a possible threat because of her dream.“

„I have no idea why she’s dreaming of wolves and the blood suckers when she’s only been here for two nights, but I’m going to make sure she’s safe, that you’re safe. It rattled me a little, and I know I should tell her about the whole wolf thing, I just don’t know how to tell her without scaring her away.“

„I think she won’t be scared so easily, call it a woman’s intuition“, she said with a coy smile, „i just have a feeling she might be a lot more than just your sister, but that’s just my opinion.“

„Oh, God no Ems, imagine one of those idiots imprinting on her, I’d probably lose it.“

„No, you wouldn’t, and they are not idiots, you’re just being overprotective. Did you tell them about her at all?“

„Yeah, couldn’t hide her in the mind link, plus Embry and Paul were on patrol when we were on the beach and they saw us walking, they only saw the back of her head, but they heard us talking for the most part. Hell I think she almost saw them in the trees. They don’t know how she looks but they know about her. I made sure they keep their mouth shut about it all, don’t wanna lose her trust.“

„I think they will like her, after she gets over the initial shock of a pack of half-naked guys running around, I think she’ll like them too.“

„Let’s hope so. Now give me a kiss so I have something to hold onto for a few hours.“

„Gather up everyone. I want to do a general sweep of the woods and our borders. Embry and Quil take the Forks border, Leah and Seth take the south and west, Paul and Jake check for nomads till the Canadian border just to make sure and I’ll handle the beach area.“

„Why do we have to go all the way to Canada?!“ Paul growled.

„What’s with the sweep anyways, we haven’t seen the redhead in weeks?“ Jake and Leah ask simultaneously.

„We are the protectors of our land and people, and just because we didn’t find a vampire on our territory in a few weeks doesn’t mean there isn’t one roaming around. Do your duties and don’t complain. After you’re done come over for breakfast, Arya has some business to do in Forks, so it’s safe, but you can’t stay for long. Jake and Paul, sorry, but by the time you get back it will be too late, so just text me with a report. Now, you have your orders, go.“

„This is so awesome“, Seth exclaims.

„Shut up!“ everyone shouts at the same time while Seth just whines.

„Leave the kid alone everyone, at least someone’s enjoying himself“, Embry defends.

„Less talking, more scouting, be careful“, I remind them.

After the run we all run up to the house.

„We’re starving“ Jared moaned.

„Look at us, just skin and bones“, Embry complained.

„Feed us Emily, take pity on the poor souls that stand before you“, Quil whined.

I walked up to Emily to kiss her before Leah comes in since I don’t want to make things any harder for her then they already are. I hate that I broke her heart, but I can make sure I don’t make it worse.

And right on cue she walks in with a scowl on her face I used to adore so much.

„Where are Paul and Jake?“ my lovely imprint inquiries.

„Sent them to the Canadian border, it will take them till late afternoon to come back and after that Jake will probably go hang out with Bella while Paul goes to see Rachel.“

„Well, I don’t have anything ready for you guys yet since I didn’t know you were coming today, but I have a batch of muffins in the oven so hold on for just bit, grab an apple or something.“

The guys were all frowning, obviously missing Emily’s cooking and the apple suggestion made them frown even deeper which brought a smile on my face. They’re all still just teenagers refusing to eat fruit and vegetables like they are…..My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a sound I definitely didn’t expect to hear yet. It was Arya and she was home way too early.

„Keep your mouths shut about what you know, and no wolf jokes!“ I whispered harshly waiting for her to appear at the door.

As she came in, her lips parted as a small gasp escaped her, her face looked like she was a deer caught in the headlights. She was slowly looking at all the guys and Leah in shock, her face becoming more red by the minute.

Embry soon noticed her holding a few pizza’s and a bag full of snacks and walked right up to her with Jared following close behind.

„Hey there gorgeous“, they said at the same time. „I’m Jared“, „and I am Embry“, they both introduced themselves as Embry put an arm around her which caused her to tense up and get an even darker shade of red on her cheeks.

„Don’t worry, I don’t bite….at least not hard“, Embry whispered as she looked to me with wide eyes.

„Okay, new rule, NO FLIRTING WITH MY SISTER.“ I slightly rose my voice making sure they knew she was off limits.

„No problem, but, I get to claim her as my best friend since she came here bearing not one, but two pizza’s while I’m starving, she’s like a freaking fairy godmother or something.“ Embry said.

„Doesn’t that make you a Disney princess?“ Arya finally spoke up with a smirk, shaking his arm off her shoulders and walked all the way inside setting all the food she brought on the table while everyone in the room snickered. „Ooooh buuuuuurn!“ Seth hollered as Embry placed his hand over his heart and put a fake hurt expression on his face and dramatically cried out: “That hurts, hurts deep!“

She laughed and shook her head with amusement. I could tell she already liked them which felt like a huge stone was off my chest.

„Well, dig in boys!“ she said.

„Yeaaaaah“, they all shouted at the same time, all but Leah who was watching her with a grimace.

I decided to officially introduce her to everyone.

„Arya, these are my friends, Jared and Embry you’ve already met, Seth and Leah, sitting on the couch and Quil in the corner. There are two more, but you’ll have to meet them some other time I guess, they’re busy today.“

„Nice to meet you all, I look forward getting to know you, but for now eat up while I go change into something more comfortable.“ She winked and quickly walked away.

Arya’s POV

Oh, God that was so awkward. First of all, why the hell does everyone in this town look like they’ve been chiseled from mountains into unnaturally gorgeous people. As if I didn’t have issues with confidence before…. Second of all, I’m pretty sure Leah already hates me, which is juuuust great (note the sarcasm).

Okay, so what says I’m a cool chick but also I’m super laid back and can have fun?

Ah, screw it, I’ll just wear my Captain America t-shirt and sweatpants with my usual red converse.

Walking out of my room I can hear them all talking loudly and laughing, messing around with each other. As I come in they all turn to me, Embry and Seth’s eyes practically glowing as they both screamed:

„You’re a Marvel fan?!“, Embry continues, „I didn’t know she was this awesome Sam, you hid her away from us for too long, I lost two days with my now double confirmed BEST FRIEND EVER!“

„Hey, what about me and Jake?!“ Quil complained, as Embry answered „ You’ve been replaced. I told you to watch Marvel with me, but nooo, so now you have been replaced by a better, improved HOTTER friend.“ while basically jumping up and down before sprinting to me and pulling me into a side hug while he drags me towards the couch and plops me down between him and Seth.

I realized he said hotter which caused me to blush a deep crimson red.

After about forty minutes of us talking about our favorite heroes, exchanging different theories about what is going to happen in the movies vs. comics, I found out that Embry loves Iron Man, while Seth was a Quicksilver fan.

Suddenly Leah jumps up:

„Just shut up about it already!“

„Leah“, both Seth and Sam say, but Sam’s voice was louder, almost like a warning to her.

„What?! You bring her into our lives with no warnings and just expect us all to go along?! What happened to no talking to those who live normal lives, no civilians in the group, huh?! Just because she’s your sister, doesn’t mean we have to accept her, I won’t accept her!“

She practically screamed at them, but I could tell it was mostly directed at Sam. What was she talking about? It sounded like they were an exclusive club or something that I haven’t passed the initiation for. Now when I looked at them all, I realized they all had that circular tattoo in the upper right arm. Were they a cult or something? I decided not to jump to conclusions, after all Sam said his life was complicated and that he will clue me in when he’s ready, I just have to be patient. He’s my brother, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But Leah’s words hurt me and I couldn’t hide the tears that welled up in my eyes. I really wanted them all to like me, because from what Emily told me they were always around the house. I was kind of glad there was a girl in the group, thinking maybe she’d be easier to get along with. Boy was I wrong.

Soon after her last words were out of her mouth she stormed out, slamming the door.

„Don’t worry, she’ll come around eventually. She’s mean to everyone. Just give her some time.“ Seth pipes up.

„I hope so bud. I hope so.“

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #sam uley #emily young #wolfpack #paul lahote #embry call #quil ateara #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #marvel #jared cameron #jacob black #paul lahote x reader

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bringhopetohumanity · 6 years

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— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? Short. She’s 4′7″/140cm. That’s not much taller than most mobians. Given that she’s only twelve she’ll get taller if as she gets older.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? It’s a good height when your brother is a mobian! But for things intended for humans she sometimes wishes she was taller. High shelves are the bane of her existence.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? Soft and fluffy with a bit of bounce. If you started running your fingers through you’d have a hard time stopping.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? Maria takes good care of her hair. She doesn’t spend hours on it like she knows some people do, but she washes it often and uses nice shampoos so it comes out nice and soft. As for styling all she really does is brush it the way she wants it and adds her hairband.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Maria cares what she thinks. She wants to look pretty and/or cute and does her best to achieve that. What other people think of her looks doesn’t matter to her. Unless it’s family then she cares a bit more, but doesn’t always take their advice.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? Outdoors! She’s been longing for the great outdoors all her life. Given the chance she’ll stay outside as long as reasonable. Until it becomes a hazard to her health you’ll find her with the sky overhead.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? While sunshine is beautiful and warm she’d pick rain. Something she could never have back on the ARK. No the shower is absolutely not the same. Unless it’s storm levels of downpour she’ll probably be standing in it with no umbrella. And then have Shadow scold her because that’s how you catch a cold and that’d be a stupid reason to die. ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? Either, but leaning toward the beach. Maria loves nature in all its forms and would be quite happy in a little cottage in the woods. But the beach, oh goodness the ocean entrances her. She’ll spend hours just watching the waves, taking in that salty air, and digging her fingers into the warm sand. ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? Gems are prettier. Plus she knows Shadow’s powers work better around those gems called Chaos Emeralds so there’s a bit of a bias there. But gems are just so much more beautiful then metals.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? Flowers. Perfumes smell lovely and can emulate a great many things but Maria would prefer the natural scent in its purest form. Flowers any day. ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? Personality. What is most important is how the person acts, how they treat others, what are their interests and dreams? Personality is key. Never judge a book by its cover. Never judge a person by their looks.

But Maria is attracted to pretty girls. Beauty is subjective of course and she doesn’t have set-in-stone standards. She likes those that feel ethereal in some way. That just with your appearance you evoke that feeling of being an angel in another life. Personality helps with this but it is looks that grab her first. ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? A crowd. Always. Even if she doesn’t know anyone there she just doesn’t want to be alone. Too many days spent on her own staring out a window, trying as hard as she can to find a bright side. Too many days alone before Abe and Shadow. She’ll always take a crowd. ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? Order. Anarchy is chaos and chaos causes bad things to happen. Order is peace. Order is calm. Order is the best way to do things. Unless of course you mean some kind of dystopian order, in which case she will fully support anarchy provided no-one is hurt. Protest and break in and overthrow the evil people. Just don’t hurt and/or kill anyone in the process.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? White lies. She wants people to be happy and if that’s what it takes then so be it. It’s not a big lie. It won’t affect them for years to come. It won’t damage their psyche. It’s just a little minor lie that keeps them from being sadder.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? Science of course! She’s a Robotnik after all; it runs in the family. She leans toward medical science if we’re getting specific. She’s also a kid though and is willing to believe in magic if you can convince her that it doesn’t break the laws of physics. ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? Peace. Maria has only ever wanted peace. The world would be a better place if everyone put down their weapons, talked things over, and learned to love each other. ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? Day. She’s had the night sky all her life up in space. Maria will always prefer day. The sun shining overhead, clouds floating on by, everything lit naturally. Even on dreary and cloudy/rainy days she still prefers them to the night.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? Dawn. As I said she’s had night all her life. What a joy it is to watch the sun climb up the horizon and bathe the world in its bright warmth! Maria will get up early, even if she’s exhausted, just to watch the sunrise. It’s something no-one should take for granted.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? Warmth. Even though the ARK was heated it just felt cold. The nature of a metal space station full of research experiments. The warmth to Maria came from the people, not the place. She prefers Earth which is warm in both aspects.

If we’re talking just basic temperature the same applies. Maria prefers to be warm but her stature makes her easily cold. She likes to have warm clothes and lots of blankets/a heated blanket in colder temperatures.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? A few close friends. Maria will take either honestly but she likes to be close to the people she knows. She wants to really get to know them and be a part of their lives.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ?

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Maria is a fidgeter. No matter the situation she wants to be moving. This stems from so many days laid up in the medical wing’s beds. There is a longing there to not waste her time by doing nothing so she unconsciously satisfies it by doing small things to keep idle; fiddling with any accessories she’s wearing, running a hand through her hair, swinging her legs from a tall chair, re-organizing the objects around her, etc. It has driven more than one researcher up the wall when she’s visiting them and can’t keep still while they work.

There’s also the little white lies as mentioned above. Small things to keep people happier. She knows lying is bad but sometimes the best option truly is ‘what they don’t know can’t hurt them’. If a lie can make it better and not majorly affect things then that will be her first instinct. Maria will also lie to protect her friends on a small scale. Like say Abe or Shadow accidentally broke something and hid the evidence. ❝Well if it’s gone missing can you get a new one?❞ Until they fess up she’ll cover for them.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? She lost her parents when she was too young to remember. There are photos of Alice and Cyril with little baby Maria, and the stories Gerald tells of his daughter and her husband, but that’s all she’s ever known of them. There’s a sadness in her when she hears those stories and looks at those photos but its a sadness of never having the opportunity to know them.

She also lost her grandfather, the only father she ever knew, later in life. In my main verse she doesn’t know this. Only in my ghost verse is she aware of what her death did to him. It devastated her how much she hurt him, and how much he hurt Shadow in turn. But she refuses to remember him that way. She holds her head high and keeps him in her heart with all the happy memories they shared.

Maria knows people would rather be remembered fondly so she tries not to get too sad over them. Oh she’ll be a wreck at first but eventually she’ll smile when thinking of them rather than cry.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? Family time. Sometimes if he had a break from work Gerald would join in Shadow and Maria’s games or read to them. Those moments the three of them spent as a family will always be remembered fondly.

Also the games she played with Abe. To her he’s not the Commander of GUN. He’s just the little boy who was always trying to cheer her up with some silly game. Even though she wasn’t physically fit she tried her hardest to be a good playmate. He was excellent at tag and hide-n-seek and never treated her as anything less than an equal. She treasures those memories.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? Oh god no! Maria would never. Could never.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? When Maria breaks she becomes a sobbing mess. I hate the term ‘ugly cry’ cause no-one is pretty when they’re crying, but Maria definitely fits the usage of that term and what it entails.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? Yes. Not many people but yes. Gerald, Shadow, and Abe is about the extent of that list. Maybe Ivo if she gets to know him better. Maria is a very trusting girl but her life has always been on borrowed time. You’d better be able to take care of it.

Of course on the flipside as much as she cares about herself she cares about others more. Those people I mentioned? She’d sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if it meant they got to keep living. Hence taking a bullet for Shadow.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? Maria is quite happy and giggly, always trying to do nice things for her crush. Do you like this? Let me get it for you! Oh you’ve always wanted to go there? Let’s go together! Her selflessness has always been at 11 but the way she throws herself at the object of her affections...

She can be a bit clingy in this regard. She understands though if they want to back away because of it. She’ll give them their space. Hopefully they’ll come back. Maria can be intense in her affections. It’s best that they are directed at someone who can handle this and return them equally. That would be her ideal partner later in life.

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Type Of Boyfriend: Yoo Seonho

who?: Cube Ent / Pd101S2’s Yoo Seonho genre: 🌸 type: bullet point blog navigator. • how Yoo Seonho would be your boyfriend • with added Christmas spirit ahhh thank you for requesting @isaluciavevo this, it’s so long overdue I’m sorry Seonho is so freaking cute my heart can’t take this - Admin L

• hmm Yoo Seonho • 1/2 of my Cube chicks • y’all know this boy is wild • in the cutest way possible • Seonho goes to the same high school as you do, Cube International Academy • and he’s the vice-captain of the basketball team • captain - Lai Guanlin • Seonho is generally a bright and cheery person who doesn’t have trouble making friends • or keeping them • he practically knows the whole school • THAT Sophomore who is always hanging out with Seniors and Juniors • it’s also kind of pressing how a Sophomore is already the basketball captain • how shady • but that’s because Seonho enrolled into Cube because of his basketball skills • he was scouted when he was in middle school • and look where he is now • playing for one of the best high schools • talent • simply pure talent • can’t relate • but anyway • you’re new to Cube • you transferred over from C9 Academy • bye bye Jinyoung • and your transfer time was at a very odd time of the term • they decided to shove you in right when the last term started • which is around September and exams start in October • It isn’t the first time you’ve transferred schools but you didn’t exactly expect the principal to take ‘as soon as possible’ seriously • it was like they tossed you into the Lion’s Den with no prior warning • who gives prior warnings anyway.... • bad analogy but moving on • Cube is kind of intimidating no lie • there’s good looking and popular people everywhere • you feel out of place :( • luckily, Eunbin, the girl who is assigned to take care of you, is very sweet and introduces you to her friends too • even Wooseok, who sits next to her in class, welcomes you with open arms • you end up spending a lot of your first week with them • one day, you’re walking towards the cafeteria with Eunbin and Wooseok when a loud voice yells from behind • ‘HYUNG!’ ‘NOONA!’ • awkwardly, you stand to one side as a boy embraces his friends • it’s that weird thing when you’re with your friends • and they bump into their other clique • like • ‘uh hi idk if she’s been two-timing us’ • ‘who is the actual best friend.’ • ‘does she spend more time with me or you’ • except you can’t compare because you’ve only known people for two weeks • ahah • rip • take an L • sadly • ‘oh! Seonho, this is Y/N, they just transferred over from C9.’ Eunbin introduce, grinning from ear to ear • you smile shyly and wave • socialising 101 • Seonho brushes his fringe out of his eyes, beams brightly and waves back • HEART MELTED • his eyes just sparkle with happiness and they aren’t hidden by his huge spectacles • they’re too prominent • TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE HIDDEN • ‘hey! Seonho, let’s go!’ A group of guys holding basketballs and dressed in their sports uniform shout • Seonho nods • ‘okay! I’ll see you around then guys. Welcome to Cube!’ • he skips away to join his friends • you’re left with your mind in a mess • honestly, he’s one of the cuter guys in your grade • actually, correction • the cutest guy you’ve ever seen • there’s no doubt about his physical handsomeness • not one • he’s good-looking, well-proportioned, has a sensible haircut • hair makes a HUGE difference • ‘oh!’ Eunbin clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. ‘you think he’s cute don’t you?’ • ‘n-no...’ • Wooseok ruffles your hair. ‘of course you do! you do! who can’t find him adorable?’ • ‘well, in THAT way but-‘ • ‘so you agree? you think he’s really cute?’ he teases more • You open and close your mouth several times, looking like a goldfish • ‘shut up.’ • Wooseok and Eunbin burst into laughter, playfully poking at you • you just wanted to eat lunch in peace, now look what happened :( • and they’re serving pizza today! • in the queue, Wooseok suddenly says, ‘how many times do you think Seonho or Guanlin queued up for pizza?’ • puzzled, you speak up. ‘aren’t we only entitled to one serving?’ • Wooseok just chuckles. ‘idk what goes on at C9 but this is Cube. no one will really pay attention if you take more than one plate, trust me, and I wouldn’t worry about Guan or Seonho, they’re pretty much Cube royalty’ • and that’s how you figured how popular and significant Seonho was • extremely • the next day, you found a sweet post-it stuck onto your locker • ‘y/n, hope you have a great day! talk to me if anything!’ • and there was also a bar of candy taped onto your door • your heart fluttered • madly, actually • you felt so special, like you owned the world • then, the boy next to you opened his locker and out came a similar looking note and a bar of chocolate • ‘awww! Seonho, he’s the sweetest.’ • o h • the boy collected his books and left with a bright smile on his face, ripping open the chocolate candy bar and tucking the post-it into his wallet • oh wow • your face flushed red and you crushed the post-it and shoved it to the very bottom of your backpack • you wish you could stuff your feelings back to wherever they came from • it was embarrassing to feel so special and close to someone you had barely made eye contact with • Seonho was just that guy who liked to present his friends with acts of his love and kindness • while he was incredibly popular, he was still humble and true to himself • cute • so so SO cute • NO SWEETIE YOU CAN’T FALL FOR HIM LIKE JUST THAT • N O • love at first sight :”) • you kind of dread today knowing that Seonho doesn’t share any classes with you • sigh • in science, Wooseok suddenly turns to you and asks, ‘hey, do you mind helping me return some books to the school library today? I would but Mr Kim called me up for math remedial and then I have basketball practice right after...’ • being the nice and kind friend you are, you agree to help him • ‘ah shit,’ he curses, realising he left the books in his locker. ‘can...you drop by the gymnasium later, I’ll pass them to you.’ • shrugging, you reply, ‘yeah sure, I need to talk to some of my club seniors anyway,’ • ‘thanks! you’re the best!’ • you don’t think anything of it until lunch, after consulting your squad - who screams • ‘why?’ • ‘wOOsEOk asKED yOu tO waTCH hIS PRActIce!’ • ‘....no I’m just getting stuff from him aiya what the heck...’ • ‘no way, Wooseok isn’t like this. Did Eunbin not introduce Seonho to you yesterday?’ • ‘iT MUST BE SEONHO.’ • and that’s how everyone started shipping you two • pls be rational, logical friends • you realise slyWooseok isn’t one of those people when you arrive at the gym • and he dumps a whole pile of books in your arms • you know your arms are bound to break • and the library is on the 4th floor, not in the same block • ‘WOO-‘ • ‘THANK YOU’ he yells, running back to join his team • even though they’re getting a 10 minute break • sighing, you sluggishly stumble out of the gym • ‘here,’ • YOO SEONHO STRIKES • ‘let me help you.’ • AsDFGHJKL • he won’t take your refusals and talks to you along the way • in the end, he smiles at you before bidding you goodbye • AND A NEW CONTACT IN YOUR PHONE • that’s how it started • you found yourself texting Seonho a lot • like • a lot • he was super sweet person to talk to • and often used cute emojis to talk • then if he got mad about something, he would leave you on ‘read’ until 10 minutes later • I’m gonna try and do that ^ • it was such a casual thing when you guys started dating • literally • but your heart was pounding, even hours after he had asked you out • it was right after your final paper • btw, Seonho stayed and studied with you until the library closed when you were cramming • and he also helped you with notes and whatnot • Eunbin and Wooseok even made a bet to see how long it would take for you two to start dating • the cutest tbh • and once he asked you • you said • YES • and then you got to know a lot more people in your grade, older and younger students • how cool • Seonho always gave you his basketball team jacket to wear at games • he was so shy the first time he asked you • it was right after his practice and you were waiting for him near the school gate • he came out of the locker room, trembling hands holding onto his jacket • subtly • ‘h-hey b-babe,’ he stammers • listen • this boy RARELY stutters, he always can find a good excuse or make up something on the spot • you know he’s serious about something • ‘can...c-can you w-wear my jacket to my game this Saturday? if...i-if y-you’re planning to g-go of course!’ he adds quickly, while a blush fills his face • there was no way you were going to pass up the opportunity • and that’s when your relationship was announced to the general public • but who was shocked? • everyone saw it coming • you guys are too cute as a couple to go unnoticed • Seonho is a lowkey sucker for PDA • like the boy will make his relationship KNOWN • it’s the little things that matters • a small peck on the cheek • the way your hand fits in his • sometimes you really want to kiss his forehead but this boy is like a 6’0 giraffe and unless you’re at least 5’11.5 that’s a bit of a struggle • rip me I’m 5’4.5 • I think • he just giggles and bends down so you can kiss him comfortably • or you’re 6’5 and height has never really been a problem • oh, I envy • he will hug you out of nowhere • back hugs • side hugs • front hugs • hugs you and spins you around • collapses into your arms hugs • yes, expect clinginess and extensive skinship • but you love it • you guys don’t argue much unless it’s something roughly related to life or death • you can see the fury in Seonho’s eyes but he just locks himself in a room for a good hour to get the rationality back • maybe that’s the secrets to a good relationship • he doesn’t hold back on the ‘L word’ either • you first said it a good year into the relationship • he said it in a good month • it was the weekend right after his team won a major championship and you took him out for pizza • he said I love you after you promised to pay for the pizza he wanted • but he really means it • dates with him could be quite adventurous and spontaneous • ‘yo, let’s go on a date today.’ • ‘ok. just let me cancel this thing first.’ • it’s either you guys go to the amusement park the time it opens to nightfall • or you go there, take one ride and leave • Seonho could also be the guy who likes cafe dates • not cafe hopping but • you guys could pinpoint a particular place • go there for a couple of dates to try everything you like on the menu • before moving on to another place • on 1 December, Seonho burst into your house and woke you up by singing to Christmas carols • enthusiasts about the holiday • buys matching ugly Christmas sweaters • he tried to DIY ones with you but they weren’t the best • you wear them to sleep though, because don’t waste comfy sweaters • present wise, if you send him a list of things you want/need, he might get all of them just for you • compliments you all the time • but if that shirt is ugly, that shirt is ugly • Seonho tries to teach you how to play ‘Jingle Bells’ on the piano • it involved a lot more hand-holding than you thought • his passion for music is admirable • just watching him immerse himself in the piano can make anyone cry • and the fact that he wants to involve you in something he holds so close to his heart • C R Y ME A RIVER • when it snows, it’s either you two snuggle by the fireplace • or engage in a deathly snowball fight outside • Guanlin and Wooseok joined you guys once • Guanlin nearly had to go to the ER after • Seonho likes to build snowmen with you • only with you • even though it didn’t look like a picture perfect Olaf, he was so proud of it and took a dozen polaroids • all in all, Seonho is a super supportive boyfriend, loves skinship • he can get annoyingly clingy and sometimes sensitive • but you guys always work it out • because love is love • you learn more about Seonho everyday • he will warm up and open up to you, don’t worry • you love him • like c’mon, he helped you decorate a whole ass Christmas tree then let you put the star on top • this is marriage • happy holidays!

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