#he really does try… and it must get so annoying because I swear I’m always so up & down about how I look

[mattitties]

Can you please do one where the reader dreams that Matt’s cheating and she founds out because he posts the other girl on his Instagram…So after she’s awake she’s upset and tells real Matt about her dream. Matt just cuddle her and says his sorry even tho his not dream Matt and then he orders to the house white roses for her (the note from the flowers should say something like “dream Matt it’s an idiot and I’m deeply sorry about that bae…I love you”

🥹

Bad dream - matt sturniolo

“I’m so, so sorry. It was such a mistake but I swear to God it’ll never happen again,” he pleads. “I love you so much baby, please.”

All I can do is cry. I’ve never felt so fucking betrayed in my life. We’ve been together for over a year, we’ve talked about kids and marriage and the rest of our lives together, and he didn’t even care enough. He ended it all with one stupid night. 

“You don’t care about me. You don’t love me,” I sob. “I hate you! Get the fuck out!”

He opens his mouth to say something but ultimately decides against it. I watch as he opens the door to my apartment, turns around to look at me for the last time, and leaves.

I suck in a breath as I jolt awake. My heart is pounding, and my face is wet with tears. I turn my head and see my boyfriend, Matt, sleeping soundly next to me. It was just a dream. He would never cheat on me. I know he wouldn’t. I have never had an ounce of distrust in him, but that dream just felt so real that my anxiety won’t come down. 

I quietly get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, turning on the sink so he won’t hear my sobs. I don’t even know why I’m crying; it was a dream. It was fake. He’s literally in the room right next to me, and he never fails to prove his love to me. But there’s this annoying little voice in the back of my head screaming “What if? What if?” and it won’t shut off. 

After a few minutes of crying and trying to keep my anxiety at bay, I go back to his room and lay down next to him, but there’s just no way I’ll be able to fall back asleep anytime soon, so I pull out my phone and start silently scrolling through TikTok.

The brightness of my phone must have woken him up despite it being all the way down. “Baby?” he says, wrapping his arm around my stomach. “Why are you up?”

“Just can’t sleep. I’m sorry, go back to bed,” I say, pushing his hair out of his eyes and trying to hide my tear-covered face. But of course, he notices. He always notices.

“What’s wrong? Were you crying?” he sits up and wipes my tears, which only makes me start crying harder. “Shhhh,” he consoles, pulling me into him. “What happened?”

“It’s so stupid.”

“If it’s making you upset, it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

I take a breath. “I just had a dream. And it made me anxious and sad. That’s it.”

“What was the dream?” he urges softly. 

“You just… you cheated on me. And it was so bad because I’ve been cheated on before and it was so humiliating and it made me so upset and I just thought you’d never do that to me and I know you wouldn’t but–”

“Baby, baby, slow down,” he tilts my head so I can look up at him. “I love you. So much. And I would never, ever, ever cheat on you. You’re it for me. Okay? Dream Matt is such a fucking idiot but real Matt, the one right here, is not. I mean, I can be sometimes, but definitely not enough to cheat on you.” 

I nod and give him a little smile. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re fine baby. I love you, okay?” he says softly before kissing me in a way that reminds me just how much he really does love me. “Go to sleep baby, I’m right here.”

I wake up the next morning in the same position we fell asleep in. I check my phone and see that it’s only 10 AM and Matt won’t be awake for at least another 3 hours, so I quietly dip out to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I always check the front door when I wake up to see if there’s any mail, and today I almost miss the large bouquet of white roses I see sitting on our front stoop. 

I pick them up and take them inside, extremely confused and slightly concerned that a fan found our address and sent roses to one of the boys. I set the vase down on the kitchen table and read the note attached.

I’m sorry dream Matt is so stupid, but your real Matt adores you and would do anything to make you happy. Dinner tonight at 7 as an apology? Love, your wonderful loving boyfriend ;)

I just about curl into a ball and start sobbing right there. How did I get so lucky?

I head back to our room and snuggle back into him, kissing his cheek softly.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, still half asleep. 

“I love you,” I whisper. “When did you order the roses?”

“I love you too, baby. Last night after you fell back asleep,” he replies, his eyes still closed and his groggy morning voice evident. 

I give him one last kiss as a thank you before we fall asleep for the rest of the morning.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader

[captainpulisic]

dont call me baby - m. mount

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by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.  

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.  

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat. 

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction. 

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.” 

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?” 

“just leave.” 

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back,  “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason. 

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car. 

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world.  “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you. 

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #mason mount x you

[fandsart]

To Be Friends

I’ve exaggerated some of Nancy’s negative character traits slightly in this story, but it’s also for the sake of her developing past them.

Robin usually sits alone, as sad as that is. It’s whatever; she’s comfortable with it. She can usually get some reading done without any interruptions. But it’s the first day back at school since they took down Vecna, and she’s pleasantly surprised when Nancy sits across from her. They smile at each other, a little stiff without a common goal they’re trying to work for.

“You packed a lunch today,” Nancy states awkwardly.

“Actually Steve made this for me. He always dotes more after, uh… notable events. Sometimes it’s just a particularly bad nightmare. One time Dustin popped a bike tire and Steve bought him a helmet after it was fixed. He gets spikes in paranoia when he’s reminded how easily things can go wrong.”

“That does sound like him. You should try dating him.”

Robin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Is that a real suggestion?”

“Oh! No, I just mean that he doted on me all the time when he was dating me.”

“Yeah, he’s a real sap.”

There’s a lull in the conversation before Nancy speaks up again. “It is surprising you aren’t a couple. You’re both very attractive.”

“Uh… so? I mean, thank you? I mean… I’m not interested. He’s not my type.”

Nancy hums. “Don’t worry. I understand.”

“You… do?”

“I actually have dated Steve. It probably would have been smarter to be friends first. You’re smart that way.”

“... Thank you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m sure you’re well aware of the bullet you dodged.”

Robin chuckles uncomfortably. “Maybe? I guess that depends on what exactly you’re referring to.”

“You said yourself he tends to dote. It’s so much more extreme when he’s dating you. I don’t need to use his jacket for the one minute walk from the school to the car. I don’t need him opening doors for me. I can do that myself.”

“Uh-huh…” Robin says, trying to keep her eyes from squinting.

“And he gets so clingy. And emotional. I swear sometimes it was more like he wanted me to be his mom than his girlfriend, which is honestly so privileged. He cut off his friends for me, so it became my job to comfort him about it?”

“He was friends with them for a long time, and he didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it. He’d kind of just cut off all his other friends,” she tries to joke.

“They were assholes,” Nancy says, maintaining seriousness. “He shouldn’t have been so caught up on them.”

“If he didn’t realize just how shitty they were until you, then he must have had a lot of good experiences with them too. A lot to be conflicted about.” She knows this is the case, because Steve’s talked to her about it too.

“He shouldn’t have been friends with them in the first place.”

“So why did you date Steve for so long? Like a year, right? If he was such a shitty boyfriend? You shouldn’t have been dating in the first place?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because Steve was popular. Everyone loves him, but the only other person I thought might want me was too preoccupied to look at me. I waited a month with nothing. Can you really blame me for wanting to feel wanted and liked after my best friend died?”

“No, but I can blame you for using that as your excuse while apparently hating anything he did because he wanted and liked you. You literally started your complaints about how doting he can be.”

“What, like you don’t think it’s annoying?” And Robin knows what she means by that, but ‘annoying’ would never be the word she would use to describe it. Just… overwhelming sometimes. But understandable. “Besides, that was more of a pet peeve. You were the one who brought that up. There’s a reason I moved my complaints to him crying over his positive choices.”

And that startles Robin a bit. “He actually cried over it?”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “It was a hyperbolic idiom. But my point remains. Everyone loves him, but he was just upset that those two assholes didn’t anymore.”

“If everyone loves him why did no one turn up?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You say everyone loves him like he could have anyone, but you were all he had after Tommy and Carol immediately turned on him for pushing back one time.”

“You know what, that’s another thing. Why even be upset that someone who was willing to turn on you that quickly, did?”

“Well under that logic Steve should hate you then, shouldn’t he?”

“Oh, is that what this is about? Fine, go shoot your shot. I’m sure he’d love to have you. But don’t come crawling to me when he becomes too much for you.” With that she gets up from the table and sits at a newly vacant table.

Robin’s never ditched school before, but now she wants nothing more than to bike over to family video and hug her favorite person.

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She manages to talk herself out of skipping. She only had 2 and a half hours of school left after lunch, and none of the classes left were her best. Steve would take his break to pick her up anyway, so why put in the effort to bike all of the way there? Still, she has such a hard time concentrating on the last classes.

When she finally gets out, Steve is already parked in his usual spot, and she plops down into the seat.

“Bad day?” Steve asks.

“You know how you were hoping we could have some kind of outing with Nancy and Jonathan before the latter has to go back to California?”

“Yeah?”

“Scratch that. We’re not doing it.”

“What happened?”

She hesitates. She doesn’t want to be the one to tell him, but she also isn’t going to keep this from him. “Nancy told me that she didn’t like dating you, basically.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that.”

“And what, you're just ok with hanging out with her now?”

“I mean, it’s not her fault. She tried to like it. It’s not her fault she didn’t.”

“But it is her fault for not telling you how she felt about it. Let you think everything was fine. That’s leading you on.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s not like she was trying to do that. And it’s not like hanging out with her now would involve any kind of hope that we’d get back together. She didn’t like me as a boyfriend, but we can still be friends.”

“How do you know she likes you as a friend? If she lied to you about liking you as a boyfriend.”

“We should get to work before my break is up,” he says, putting the car into gear.

They don’t talk about it after that. They don’t talk much at all for the rest of the day.

↞⬡+¤+⬡↠

Robin doesn’t eat lunch in the cafeteria after that, not wanting to deal with Nancy again. She doesn’t necessarily know that Nancy would try to start up that conversation again, but even just seeing her in the hall sours her mood a bit, so she doesn’t need to be dealing with that.

So she’s sitting in an empty classroom eating lunch when Nancy finds her.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Robin glares. “Is this not mutually beneficial?”

Nancy sighs. “Look,” she starts as she sits in the seat beside Robin, “I’m not great at taking criticism. I’m a very defensive person. I’m not good at admitting when I’m wrong, but… I was, so…”

“So…” Robin prompts.

“So you were right. I just… needed to sit on all the points for a while before I could calm down enough to actually consider them.”

“Ok. But what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m… apologizing?”

“For what?”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but answers anyway. “For snapping at you, and not listening to what you were trying to tell me.”

“Ok. So what about Steve?”

“What about him?”

“Are you going to apologize to him too?”

“For fighting with you?” She lets out a confused breathy laugh. “I know you guys are close but is that necessary?”

“Are you serious right now?”

Nancy blinks a few times before jolting a little. “Oh! I was too focused on- yeah, I should. It’s just been so long I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“Do you want to be friends with Steve?”

“What do you mean?”

“He still respects you, and wants to reconnect after… everything. I don’t want you to let him drag you to hang outs because it’s easier than denying a simple request, then blowing up at him about it later. Again. I don’t know if he’d come back from it a second time.”

“I honestly don’t know,” Nancy sighs. “If I want to be friends with him. I feel like… he carries an association… The whole year I was with him I was in mourning, and we only reconnected recently because of, as you worded it, ‘recent events.’ I just… every time I’ve been with him in one way or another… something bad was going on. I feel like being friends with him would just leave me on edge all the time.”

“Make sure he knows that then.” She picks up her now empty lunch tray and moves to leave the room.

“Wait, Robin!”

“Yeah?” she stops by the doorway.

“Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t know… But we can be more than not friends.”

“Yeah… I’d want to be more than ‘not friends’ with Steve too.”

“Make sure he knows.”

“Yeah…”

We never really see how Nancy responds to being wrong, because she’s never written to be. My headcanon for how she responds to it is that she gets really pissed, but after sitting on it for a long time she has a hard time denying when there’s an imbalance. She’s logical enough to know what’s right, but she’s stubborn, and bias towards her own perspective, so things like this do need to get pointed out to her and it takes her a while to come around.

#platonic stobin #stobin #platonic with a capital p #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #anti ronance #fanfic #ficlet #stranger things #fandsart

[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 6

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: In the middle of night of the same day. The AIIE experiment = a dream UNDEAD has whilst asleep

Koga: (...Hng? Huh?)

(Damn, is it mornin’ already?)

(The sun’s so bright… Guess I just fell right asleep without dreamin’ ‘cos of those sleeping pills I had t’take.)

(The second I closed my eyes it was morning already. Feel like I haven’t slept at all.)

(Wait, what? Why’s the sun so fuckin’ bright—!?)

(What’s happenin’!?)

(Where am I? I swear down I fell asleep in some ryokan…?)

(The hell am I lying outside for? This is so fuckin’ weird!)

(Shit? I can’t move my body!?)

(Is this sleep paralysis? What the fucks happenin’!?)

Keito: –Oogami!

Koga: (Hnn, is that…?)

Keito: Why are you up there? Come down, I have something I need to talk to you about!

Koga: (That ain’t Hasumi-senpai, that’s that four-eyed bastard. Gehh, he’s still got that uselessly nice voice to listen to!?)

Keito: Oogami! At least respond! What are you doing on top of the bike shed? I don’t know if you’re trying to imitate Sakuma-san or what, just stop acting so eccentrically!

Koga: HaaA? Shut up, you loser. This is the quietest and sunniest place t’sleep!

(Huh? My mouth’s movin’ on it’s own! This feels so fuckin’ weird!?)

Keito: Who are you calling a loser? You have no idea how to talk to your upperclassmen, do you?

Well, I suppose it’s better than nothing… Right, I guess I’ll just-

Koga: Damn, you just climbed onto the roof. Who woulda thought Mr Honour Student had the balls t’do somethin’ like that.

Keito: Hm. When I was a child, I was quite the mischievous boy. I would climb onto the main temple building and kick the Buddha statue. I received quite the lecture.

Koga: That’s nothin’ t’be proud of ya know.

Keito: Well, yes, I know…Imitating Sakuma-san and acting in such a reckless manner will bring no good. You'll only be shunned and criticised.

Koga: I’m- I’m not tryna imitate him! This is jus’ the best place t’nap!

Keito: Are you unable to sleep at home? Do you have a bad relationship with your family or something?

Koga: M-My relationship is fine! All they’ve done is start lecturin’ me for goin’ to the underground live house!

Keito: Well, that is where hooligans tend to gather. I understand how your parents must feel. They’re lecturing you because they’re worried.

Koga: I’m-I’m not that much of a brat!

Keito: No matter how old you are, you will always be a child in your parent’s eyes.

Hm… The view from here is surprisingly good.

Oogami, look. On the horizon– is that a boat?

Koga: Don’t know don’t care.

Seriously, dude… Whaddya want with me, Hasumi-senpai?

Keito: “Me”?

Koga: T-the hell you complainin’ about?

Keito: No, nothing. I hope that doesn’t make for an embarrassing memory down the line.

Koga: You use kisama, practically the same thing.[1]

Keito: How annoying. Anyhow, back to what I came here for. I don’t know why, but Sakuma-san has called us for some Deadmanz related business.

He told me to come to the livehouse as soon as I could after school ended.

Koga: Haa? Deadmanz related business?

Wasn’t that just a temporary unit?

Keito: That was my understanding as well. But it was necessary for us to establish Deadmanz as an official unit, and we are yet to officially disband.

Anyhow, we are still members of Deadmanz.

Kiryu, who helped out with that abhorrent live was counted as a guest, and therefore was not an official member.

Koga: Ah, right, ‘course…

Wait, so does that mean I get t’stand on stage again as Sakuma-senpai’s partner?

Yahoooo! Then, fuck man! We gotta go, dumb glasses guy!

Keito: Don’t badmouth my glasses.

That makes me angry as it reminds me of when I was a child and I wore my glasses for the first time. Sakuma-san and Eichi would not stop poking fun at me.

Anyhow. I really don’t want to do this for a second time… We need to change our thinking and our strategy so we can begin to reform Yumenosaki.

I have so many things to do.

It can’t be that bad of a thing, Sakuma-san calling for me. If I could, I’d pretend I didn’t hear anything and just go home.

It can’t be helped. I set a rule for myself, so I have to follow the instructions of my unit leader to the best of my ability.

[ ☆ ]

koga uses the personal pronoun ‘oresama’, which is pretty egotistical and arrogant. Keito uses ‘kisama’ to say you, which is also pretty rude. They’re making fun of each other for what pronouns they use basically lmfao.

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #koga oogami #keito hasumi #mephi's translations #undead climax #biohazard

[weirdmorefics]

Hi if not to much trouble could you do a brigeton x brother reader where the brother gets into a fight and all of the family are really worried thank you, you're writing is absolutely amazing.

Bloody Gossip

A/N- Eek thank you so much for liking my writing. I appreciate it so much! I apologize for the long wait my computer is being a butt. It is from 2013 and I should probably get a new one lol.

Warnings- Blood 

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 751

Summary- The Bridgerton’s are featured in Lady Whistledown’s newest paper due to some shocking events at last night's ball.

Eloise and I have always been the closest among our siblings. Mainly because I help her sneak out of events much to Mother's dismay. However, Mother threatened to put us in this season if we snuck out of this ball because she was tired of us skipping out on our social duties. So here we are me and Eloise hiding by the refreshments.

“You two couldn’t be more antisocial,” Benedict laughs at us.

“And you couldn’t be more annoying,” Eloise rolls her eyes.

“Could we stop arguing before Mother scolds us?” I ask.

“We are not arguing!” They say in unison. 

I raise my hands, “Of course, of course. Now if you don’t mind me I am going to try to find some lady to dance with me so Mother does not chastise me.”

“May we all pray for that young woman’s soul,” Benedict puts his hands in the prayer position.

“Ha ha, you are soooo funny,” I fake laugh and walk away.

Once I step away from my sibling's a man about Benedict’s age bumps into me. He quickly apologizes but seems to be happy once he realizes who I am.

“You’re Y/N Bridgerton, right?” The man asks and I nod hesitantly. “So you’re Eloise’s brother right?”

“Yes, that would be why we have the same last name and Mother,” I say sarcastically.

He ignores my comment, “Well, good! Then maybe you can give me a few tips on how to tame her.” I gag at his comment but he still continues. “I love the wild ones they’re so fun to break.”

“You do realize you are talking about my sister,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Of course I do! That’s why I’m talking to you, for tips. God, I hope your sister isn’t this dense. However, the denser the girl the easier she is to fool. I was going to go for Daphne but she seemed too dense it must run in the family.” He mocks.

That was my last straw how dare he insult my family. “I implore you to take that back. I will not stand for you to talk down about my family.” I respond and try to stand my ground.

“You do not seem to be the brightest out of your family. I suppose I’ll ask Anthony, maybe I can give him some tips on how to hide his rake tendencies in exchange.” 

I have had enough of this man so I give in and sucker punch him in the face. Sadly this does not go well for me because I have never been the strongest out of my brothers. The man returns my punch in the stomach and knocks me down. Then he proceeds to kick me while I'm down and I swear I see stars until my vision fades to nothing.

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I wake up very disoriented and see my very fuzzy siblings sleeping on the bed, chairs, and floor. I try to get up and a sore groan leaves my mouth. Next thing I knew my siblings are all waking up and rushing to get me things.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. You all can relax,” I groan.

“Yeah, you sure look fine,” Anthony says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes as but am interrupted by Eloise jumping onto the bed causing me to groan and Eloise to quickly apologize.

“Thanks to you Brother of mine we know that Lady Whistledown was at the ball and she was close enough to know to hear all the atrocious things that man was saying he shall never find a suitor now!” She laughs

“That also means everyone knows you stink at fighting,” Benedict laughs.

“Do not listen to them we were so worried never start a fight like that ever again. We could not sleep the whole night! We weren’t sure if you were going to make it! If you had just told me none of this would have happened.” Anthony says making me feel like the worst brother ever but he probably feels the same.

I assure Anthony I’m fine but he bosses me around and tells me I’m on bed rest. I’m lucky though that Eloise kept me up to date on all the drama and Gregory play many card games with me to keep me entertained. However, I am not sure I will ever be left alone again. I just have to remind myself that they do it out of love or else I think I may strangle them for their constant hovering.

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Could you do the overprotective brother hcs with the first years? Also gn reader this time please~

Guinevere: Of course! Also, please check the author's notes below the story.

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Synopsis: You and your brother were both transported into night raven collage. Safe to say your brother does his very best to thwart away any suiters. But what happens when he discovers that you were in love with someone and that said person tries to win your brother over? Will he give them their blessings?

>Vice house wardens and Ruggie Ver

>Similar headcanons with the house wardens(Fem!reader)

(Separate) First years x gn!reader

“Of all the people you’ve attracted did it really have to be that one troublesome first year y/n?”

“Oi! I’m right here you know! And I’m not troublesome!“

“Hmm? Did you hear someone talking y/n? Because I’m certain that I hear an annoying bug“

“You-!“

-Dear me your brother greatly despises Ace and Ace despises him as well! Luckily your there to prevent them from fist fighting each other.

-The reason why your brother dislikes him is because how Adeuce and Grim always managed to get in trouble and somehow gets you involved in it.

-And when he found out that Ace was trying to court you he was dead set on trying to separate you and Ace.

-Ace pranked your brother one time and he was fuming to get revenge on Ace, Your brother may or may not have snitched on him to Riddle. He got collared when Riddle knew what troublesome deeds Ace has caused.

-Thus the two of them started to prank on one another. 

-These two also have a rivalry with one another, that being insulting each other or something like that.

-Anyway one thing these two would do is to try and steal your attention since your brother didn’t want you to hang out with him since he's afraid Ace would influence you, his dear sibling.

-Ace would steal your attention because- well he just loves your attention to be on him and that annoyed face your brother would make once he succeeds 

-Anyway what made your brother like him and get along was how fun he actually is to be around, he also finds himself amused by how Ace got himself in trouble with Crewel one time.

-Congratulations Ace you’ve earned the approval of y/n’s brother, don't get your hopes up just yet though, he’ll hurt Ace if you break his sibling’s heart. Also them annoying one another won’t disappear since it’s a way for them to show how much they get along. You sometimes get pranked by them.

-Since Ace also has an older brother I believe the two of them would get along together quite well, they’d probably tease or prank him , who knows. Oh how Ace wanted to punch your brother and his once those two become in-laws

-Poor Deuce... He didn’t know what on earth he did wrong when your brother was glaring at him in the distance.

-Deuce swears that your brother holds a grudge on him or something but you reassured him that it wasn’t the case.

-you told Deuce that your brother is just that quite overprotective of his family members but he’ll learn to grow towards Deuce overtime.

-So Deuce did his best to get along with your brother, and your brother did not like this at all...

-He dislikes Deuce since he also gets in trouble with Ace though your brother said Deuce is more tolerable than his other braincell-

-Still deuce persisted in getting close to you brother, and your brother was impressed to say the least that despite his cold treatment Deuce would still try to befriend him.

-but then your brother found out about Deuce old delinquent self he was shocked.

“He was a what before?!“

-Then your brother noticed how he tried to change himself to an honor student. Safe to say your brother liked him because Deuce wanted his mother to be happy.

-He then discovered that Deuce is somewhat innocent thus he started the ‘must protect my sibling’s wholesome relationship’

-Oh dear your brother loves to tease this poor boy. He and Ace would team up and make Deuce suffer.

“Looks like you’ll have to call me big brother from now on since you have my approval to date my sibling~“

“Y/n y-your brother is teasing me again!“

-Why would people hate jack when he’s literally a green flag?

-Your brother doesn’t dislike him, rather he had a wrong impression of Jack because at first he got intimidated by him.

-so your brother made it his job to keep you away from that scary looking fellow.

-Your brother got a heart attack when he heard that you actually got close to him.

“y/n are you crazy???“

-He wanted to talk to Jack and ohhh boy how he was mistaken by him.

- He found out that while Jack may look intimidating, he was actually a gentleman.

-yes, yes the perfect person for his sibling.

-safe to say your brother apologized for having the wrong impression of him. 

“I apologize for I have misjudge you, you may freely court my sibling.“

“Uhm.. T-thank you?“

-Anyway these two hang out with each other a lot.

-Your brother found the cactus collection of Jack and found it cute that he decided to give him another one to add to the collection.

-And when your brother found out about his unique magic and how fluffy he is?

-he began to pester Jack to show his wolf form more

-so that you and him can get cuddled.

-If you think Deuce was suffering of your sibling’s teasing think about what Epel’s current feelings are.

-Epel hated your brother because of this.

-He really wants to get along with your dear brother but he’s having second choices because of your brother’s constant teasing

-Of course your brother wasn't always that way, because after you told him about epel (and at the time your brother still didn't know what epel looked like)

-and after you told him that epel came from that pish posh fancy dorm called pomefiore, he more or less got a little worried

-It's not that he disapproved of the dorms characteristics, he was just worried for himself and for you to have a goody-two-shoes of partner (he was also worried he'd have to speak all fancy smancy when around your partner and maybe have to correct his own table manners to look at least decent in your partners eyes)

-It was supposed to be him judging your supposedly significant other, not the other way around!

-All those thoughts vanished however once he was able to get a good look at epel, and my was he shocked (in a good way)

-and after getting to know how he wasn't all just fancy talk and curtseys here and there, was your brother able to truly accept him

-Epel for sure still had a long way to go, but with his determination and drive to keep improving, your brother didn't see a need to get in between you two

-Should you be happy for this new development? yes

-Will your brother ever stop teasing epel? probably not

-Well atleast they got along in your perspective, that being epel trying his best to not break his cool and calm composure while your brother hurdles teasing remark and comments at him

-yep, they're getting along so well

-Oh dear... We have a very bad situation...

-Your brother and Sebek don’t mix together at all, just like water and oil.

-Your brother get’s annoyed that he keeps mentioning Waka-sama. You don’t mind but- oh how your brother wants to sew his mouth shut with his constant yelling.

-Your brother had a nightmare where he’s surrounded by yelling Sebek’s

-He dislikes him more because of that

"HOW DARE A MERE HUMAN-"

 "Sebek use your INDOOR voice please or SO HELP ME I'LL SEW THAT MOUTH OF YOURS!" 

 "YOU DARE THREATHEN ME OTHER HUMAN???"

“Hah! You think I'm afraid of you? THIS IS MY FINALY WARNING"

-Anyway It’ll take quite some time for these two to get along especially your brother.

-I believe that for these two to get along is due to the diasomnia helping the poor souls how much time Sebek and your brother bicker.

-They do eventually get along and like Sebek due to his devotion to serve the young master.

-So i guess you can say that they're like Frenemies?

-anyhow you're happy that Sebek and your brother are getting along.

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Guinevere: I apologize for the other overprotective brother post I didn't notice until an anon pointed out that I placed "sister" instead of "sibling" in what was supposed to be a gender-neutral post. That was my mistake for hurrying to post it. Anyway thank you for telling us and please don't hesitate to point it out to us in the future!

Also if many people would ask I could do the rest of the boys not sure if I’ll include the housewardens since we already made a similar post.

kishira: *want's to neglect her duties as an author but will proofread only for ya'll <3*

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From @womble1

From and by @womble1 for @tracybirds

Trash Christmas

Prompts used:

John + Hidden talent

Scott and Gordon being in charge of Christmas dinner

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“What the hell are you doing?” Gordon stared across in disbelief at Scott

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Scott asked, still stirring what he hoped would become gravy, if only he willed it hard enough.

“If I knew that, then I wouldn’t be asking, would I?! John and Virgil made this look so easy at Thanksgiving” Gordon mumbled that last bit, but the point still hit.

“Well Thanksgiving isn’t Christmas. Whole different ball game.” Scott said, gesticulating with the wooden spoon, something splattered on the floor, but he tried not to look, he was sure gravy wasn’t meant to gloop like that, maybe if he just kept mixing.

“How do you figure that? It’s practically the same! Meat, veg, far too many sides.”

“Don't let Virgil hear you say that, you know how fanatical he gets about the sides.” Scott warned, looking across to the stairs, as if Virgil could be literally summoned by the topic alone. 

“Then let him come and make them!” Gordon threw his arms up in despair.

“That’s not how it works Gordon, it’s luck of the draw, they got Thanksgiving, we get Christmas” Scott calmly reasoned.

“When has any draw ever been random when John’s involved?” 

“I don’t know what you are suggesting Gordon.” Scott clung firmly to the calm reasoning, it was all he had by this point.

“I’m saying he cooked the books, which must mean you did something awful last year to make him avoid you like this.” Gordon pointed an accusing finger firmly in Scotts direction.

“Hey! Who says I had anything to do with it?” Scott was on the defensive instantly.

Gordon just gave him a hard stare.

“I didn’t do anything!” Scott declared, with much conviction, and more than a little overacting if you asked Gordon.

“Uh huh, and you never thought it was odd that you and John always got paired?” Gordon would have made a terrifying lawyer, not an efficient one, but terrifying all the same.

“We don't always…..?...oh” Scott stopped as the cogs turned.

“See? And me, Virgil and Allie always go together. The only random bit is who gets what holiday. I can’t believe you never noticed. So, what did you do? Because it must have been impressive to incur John's wrath bad enough that he's remembered for 12 months. No scratch that, John always remembers, but it is impressive that he's annoyed enough to switch up the cooking arrangements.”

“I swear I didn’t do anything!” Scott tried again.

“Well obviously,” (the ‘Duh!’ was there in spirit, if not in name) “that's the point.” said Gordon.

“I don't follow, you were the one saying I’d done something wrong.” Scott frowned, the spitting from popping bubbles in the pan drew his attention back to the quickly congealing sauce. He swore and redoubled his stirring efforts.

“Oh god, seriously, what are you doing? Give that here.” Gordon prised the pan of gravy out of Scotts grasp with one hand and grabbed a whisk with the other, he flipped the utensil in the air and caught it with a flourish. Some energetic mixing and only minimal cursing salvaged the sauce. 

“Why do you think John picks you? It's clearly not for your cooking skills. He picks you because you DON’T usually get involved. You don't get in his way.”

Gordon saw Scott's face drop along with his shoulders. 

“Oh, hey, no I didn’t mean it like that. You're busy, we get it, and you try, that's what counts. But really, at the end of the day, John just wants to be left to get on with it without interference. You know John, if he’s not juggling six different things at a time, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Multitasking is ingrained into his DNA. All you have to do is turn up and peel a few veggies and leave him to him, and he can add whatever flourishes or garnishes he likes. But you didn’t, you did something bad enough that John would rather go toe to toe with the king of logistics in a battle of the accompaniments. Have you seen Virgil's Gantt chart? It’s broken down to the minute, to the actual minute, the man even stocktakes the roasting pans ahead of time. There is no room in there for a spontaneous little sauce or whatever John’s genius might suddenly think of. See, this is why the split was perfect, me and Al, we’re trained” Here Gordon returned the pan to the hob, and swiftly started slicing carrots into neat little batons. “Virgil tells us to jump and we jump, I am not even salting the cooking water unless its on the plan,” he said tossing a generous pinch of salt into the boiling water before scraping the prepped carrots off the chopping board and into the pan with the edge of his knife. “Anyway, I digress. If you don’t tell me then I will have to guess, and honestly the only things coming to mind wouldn’t paint you in a good light, so I would start confessing if I was you.” Gordon raised one accusing eyebrow as he moved across to a clean chopping board and his next task. It was like watching a machine, as he moved from task to task methodically. 

Scott had never stopped to think about it before. The fact that every year they dished up a culinary masterpiece, that Scott usually knew very little about until the moment it made it to the table. Sure, he cut things, and peeled things, but when he really thought back on it, that was all he did do. Sometimes he was given a pan to stir, but after the few times he had started checking emails on his phone whilst on pot watching duty, those occurrences had become less and less. 

He frowned, he had tried to make an effort, he truly had. Just last year he had tried to plan ahead and had ordered in a pre-prepared dinner from a catering company that they only needed to heat up…..

“Oh…” 

“Ah, I see the penny has dropped, care to share with the class?”

Scott rubbed a hand over his face, and regretted it since there had been onions in his recent past. 

“I might have ordered last year's meal in.” 

“Might have?”

“Did. Ok, I did. I ordered it in from that catering company, they provide everything, you just follow the instructions, minimal effort. Ugh! Everyone had been so washed out that I thought we deserved a break, I was trying to help. “ Scott groaned again.

“Yep, that’d do it. The one time he comes down and gets free reign in the kitchen and you clipped his wings with a package deal dinner. Oh Scotty, Scotty, Scotty. I’m surprised this is the only revenge he's enacting. Have you been having any issues with your electronic devices recently? Lost your favourite playlist? Lockscreens keep mysteriously resetting?” 

Gordon grinned as the realisation dawned on Scotts face that those hadn't been unfortunate accidents or isolated events.

“Ahh, yes , the John revenge special. I’m sorry to say you’re probably not even through the worst of it yet. My guess would be that he’s still got a few more tricks up his sleeves. In fact….” there was an audible clunk from the dishwasher. “Yep, unless my ears deceive me, that would be the sound of the dishwasher ‘mysteriously’ malfunctioning, it’s going to be double KP duty for us.” Gordon winked.

“Well, at least I can’t screw that up.” Scott rested his balled fists on the counter top and took a deep breath, his head hanging low.

Gordon meanwhile, didn’t stop his one man attack on all the vegetables in the vicinity, moving on to green beans. 

“How am I going to make it up to John?” Scott asked.

“Oh you can’t.” Gordon laughed, “sorry Bro, the only option is working through the penance until John gives up.”

“How long will that take?” Scott looked up, the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Gordon shrugged, then scooped up the trimmings for the compost and went to the refrigerator for the next veggie candidate for decapitation. “Who can tell, it could be months, it could be years, it looks like this one was a slow burn to begin with.”

Scott frowned, putting two and two together. “Hey Gordon, what did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do?”

“Just that. What did you do to get lumped in on the punishment? John's meticulous in his bookkeeping, you must have done something.” The blue eyes were set to piercing and trained on Gordon, who only stalled slightly in his chopping. 

“Oh Scott, that's slander, you know that right?” The stare continued with not the slightest waver. “Oh alright! There might have been a tiny little incident, nothing major…” one eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, but the gaze stayed firm. “Oh fine! I might have eaten his burger. But honestly, it was unintentional, I didn’t realise it was the one Virgil had got for John, I thought it was a spare! Honest!”

Scott shook his head slowly in disappointment, he even dropped in a few tuts. 

“And when was this?” he folded his arms to add a little more solemnity to things, it also helped to tuck his onion smelling hands away. 

“Eighteen months ago.”

“Eighteen months! Johns been exacting revenge for over a year? For a cheeseburger?” 

“It was a double cheeseburger.” Gordon had the decency to look a little abashed at the admission. 

“Well, in that case, that's totally reasonable and not at all obsessive.” Scott picked up a small piece of chopped raw potato and threw it at Gordon's head. “What are we going to do then? We’re both in the dog house.”

“Well firstly I thought we could make dinner, and then see where we go from there.” Gordon shrugged, brushing at his hair with one hand to make sure there wasn’t any potato lingering. 

“But how? We’ve established I can’t cook, and you just jump on Virgil's command.”

“Hey, no fair, I told you I was trained. All of this -” he gestured to the various bowls and pans of prepped vegetables “all of this was from memory.”

Scott looked a little more optimistic, “Ok, well that's more promising, what do we sort next then?” he clapped his hands together and stood up straighter. 

Gordon, in contrast, slumped a little where he stood, “no idea. I was only ever on peeling duty. Well that and washing up. What are we gonna do?!” it wasn’t quite a wail, but it was close.  

Scott groaned, realising his chances of paying back his debt to John were getting slimmer by the second. But Scott Tracy is not a quitter, and neither is Gordon Tracy come to that. Scott strode towards his younger brother, and clasped him firmly by the shoulders and pulled in every scrap of confidence he had left lurking deep within his consciousness. “Well Gordon,  we’re just going to have to work with what we’ve got!” 

And work they did, dinner might have been several hours later than intended. It might have used every available pot and pan in the entire building. There might have been rather a lot of curse words deployed and the pantry might have looked like tornado season had hit early. But, by golly, there was a meal on that table big enough to feed the entire island nearly into the new year.

Nobody even bat an eyelid at the complete lack of turkey. It would have been a heartless individual who could have looked at Gordon and Scott in their exhausted state, smudged and sweaty from their extended time in the kitchen, and do anything so mean as to mention the fact that the meal was made up exclusively of side dishes. People went back for seconds and thirds, and still there was enough to warrant hunting out matching lids for the tupperware in order to stash the excess for the next day. 

Scott took it as a good sign that the dishwasher miraculously fixed itself halfway through the clean up operation.  

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[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m behind on reading/commenting ugh. I did read one of the fics that updated but it made me sad. But like it wasn’t even really a sad fic, it was more open.

This is getting angry and ranty so I’m hiding it under the cut

But idk I’m just so so so tired of my queen being given the short end of the stick. Again it’s why I hella overcompensate and make him suffer. But it’s v annoying to me that he can do whatever and my queen will still love him? Fuck that bullshit. I’m sick of it. I’m sure it’s cause I’ve never been in romantic love so I don’t get it, but if that’s what it’s like I don’t want to understand. All these stories I hear of women staying in toxic relationships where as the men are always able to leave their shituationship and find better matches, is so difficult for me to wrap my head around. This is just in regards to the people in my real life and from some podcasts I listen to (and social media shit) but I swear the percentage is heavily skewed to women trying to save their shitty relationship while the men are able to break out of it.

Anyways, yeah it’s why I absolutely loathe fics where he’s a scumbag and my queen suffers but ultimately he gets to keep her. First that seems very ooc to me, but I also write him ooc too but just way opposite from that. So I guess whatever. But again I ask why must my queen suffer? Hasn’t she suffered enough? Why are we putting her through all this bullshit and tearing her down and making her believe she can only love this one man? Is this supposed to be romantic? Like what? Like oh wow, guess she’s so fucking lucky he decided to choose her after fucking around and being an absolute dick. Grody.

I swear I’m just too American or at least too much of a Vegas gal to be okay with this. Because I see this shit so much in fics and irl I am fucking terrified of it happening to me. To lose my complete sense of self for an underserving asshole who makes me question love? I would rather die. Like kill me please. Cause if there’s anything I know, it’s love. I’m Lots of Love for crying out loud! All forms of it! It’s not just romantic, but the rest of the world seems to think it’s the only one that matters. And I know I’m guilty of that too, cause I am to my core a hopeless romantic. But when it is pure. Not this brainwashed mess where men can be whores but women aren’t allowed to even look at another person.

Back on my fuck first love being the only love bullshit. I fucking hate this trope when it applies to only women. Not super fond of it with men either, but that’s more of a dig at my main fandom I can’t even enjoy anymore.

Would love to read a fic where she’s the player instead of him and it’s perfectly fine. Make him the one who wonders for fucking once. Does she love him? Maybe. Is she enjoying her life and fucking around? Absolutely and as she should! Not caring that she’s stringing him along cause he’s the back up that she knows she can always go back to, and maybe she does actually love him. Go figure.

Some days I get so angry I just want to write a fuck you fic, but also I don’t cause I hate writing and I have too many other projects I would rather finish so I never have to write again. But then I think about having to read these fics and noping out or sticking it out and being pissed even though I knew where it was going and I would hate it. And I’m like hella judgey but at least I’m not an awful person who leaves rude comments for a fic not meant for me. Yeah if you do that shit you’re a fucking asshole and I want nothing to do with you.

I didn’t intend to start this post off so angry, and now I don’t even remember my main reason for trying to make an update here. I’ve just annoyed myself and I need to leave or else I’ll be too tired for my hopeful boost of serotonin tomorrow (or today rather). I’m probably just irritated from being at the airport like all day. I love traveling but some airports and airlines suck.

Anyways main point, let Shiho bejeweled! Don’t keep her locked up in the basement! She’s a diamond, so let her shine damn it!

#cynply ranting #please for the love of all that is good give me the strength to stop reading fics I know I’ll hate #honestly what do you expect Cyn? you’re too American in your ideals for this fandom #it’s why you’re always so unhappy with this ship cause it perpetuates a lot of bs thinking you hate #I’m gonna write the break up fic one day and finally be free #or maybe a heartbreaker fic cause that’s apparently me but that’s another story

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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

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"So you do sleep," was the very first thing Harry heard when he woke. A few weeks had passed since the drive we took, which meant I actually had to go through with my plans to confess to my mom about everything.

Harry jerked awake at the sound of my voice, turning to see Donna and I leaning against the wall of his bedroom. Donna had her elbow resting on my shoulder as I sipped on the smoothie that I got from Jamba Juice this morning. "Can I help you?" He finally spoke.

"Not really," I replied, now purposefully make loud slurping noises with my straw to annoy him. He squinted his eyes shut for a moment before widely opening them like he was trying to prepare his brain for whatever we were doing.

"So what, are we just having a family reunion in here and you didn't invite me?" Charlie suddenly walks into Harry's room as well, joining us in standing there.

"He sleeps, did you know that?" Donna asked him. Donna and Charlie seem to be back where they were before, with Donna's feelings too hard for me to read and Charlie hopelessly in love with her, but she has no idea. Same old same old.

"You sleep? Since when?" Charlie plastered a genuine smile on his face. I think he might actually make an effort to be nicer to Harry now. I'm not sure though; I haven't spoken to him since I talked to him about Donna and Florence.

"Since always I-" the exasperated Harry tried getting out but was interrupted yet again.

"Donna, I think I accidentally got your smoothie, which one did you order again?" Louis barged into the room, holding a smoothie similar in color to the one in Donna's hand. "I didn't drink from it, promise, it just smells weird."

"Ok! Does anyone actually need anything from me, or are we all just hanging out in my room today?" Harry finally got one full sentence out.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you're meeting the coven today," I casually slipped in.

"And you're telling me this now?" Harry seemed annoyed, yet endeared, like I was being irritating but deep down he didn't really mind.

"Mhm. We're leaving in 30 minutes, I suggest you get up now," I slyly turned around and walked out of the room, Donna, Charlie, and Louis following close behind.

From behind the man's closed door, I heard a loud groan. He loves us so much.

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I made the choice of leaving Jorge at home. One human vampire is enough to explain to my family, the bird can wait. Plus, it's not like he could break out of the cage. It's practically impenetrable. I think.

I had set up a little water feeding bottle of blood for him, kind of like in a hamster's cage. Although he's no hamster, it seemed to work pretty well.

However, the small bird in the window was the last of my concerns as I sat in the back seat next to Harry. Donna had stolen shotgun on me, not that I minded much, I just liked to pretend I did, and it was Charlie's car, so he was driving. Someday, I swear I'm getting my hands on that car for a drive. Just once. Charlie doesn't even have to know. I'll add it to my list of shit to do.

My mind was mostly preoccupied with Harry. When is it not, honestly? I'm really starting to regret what I did, that boy is nothing but trouble.

Do I introduce him as my friend? My vampire friend? Are we best friends yet? Is it safe to say that? Do my family know who he is as a celebrity? Will that make things awkward? I must have had a dumb look on my face as I precariously thought about it, because Harry nudged me with his shoulder.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. I didn't feel in the mood to discuss this with him, especially since knowing him, he won't give me a straight answer, he'll just pull one of those 'whatever you want to do is fine' bullshit answers. I hate when he does that.

"I should probably give you the run down of my family, you too, Louis," I peeked around Harry's figure in the middle seat to look at Louis on the other side of him.

"How much preparation could we need? I mean, I know the three of you already, I can't imagine your family could be any worse," Harry assumed. Bad idea.

"Well you'd think so, wouldn't ya," Charlie quietly chimed. Harry gazed back at me, perplexed.

"Right, so. My family. The three of us, we're the tip of the iceberg, you could say. You could take any one of us alone, and we're pretty normal. Get us into a group of three like this, and it may not be ideal, but we're talking about everyone here. The entire Callahan clan. Plus Donna."

"But you're the youngest, and you mentioned your older siblings to have a sense of maturity," Louis added. He was right. I was most likely the most childish of my family. But I'm forever 22, it's not like I need to be growing up anytime soon.

"While that's true, it's not always so black and white," I paused, "let me explain."

"So on my dad's side of the family, there's Maude. She's the oldest out of everyone. The most mature, and from that, the strictest. Trust me, you do not want to cross her. I don't think I've ever seen that woman smile," I started.

"She smiled all the time, then you were born," Charlie added, snarkily.

"Shut it Charles. Anyway, then there's Jane, the second oldest. She's pretty quiet and really shy, so don't waste your time making much of an effort talking to her, I doubt you'll get much. Then there's Charlie. He's," I stopped to look at him, "a character. I'm sure you've gotten the gist of him so far."

Harry nodded along while Louis looked completely and utterly confused, like he was trying to solve a rubix cube in his mind.

"Then on my mom's side, there's Leonard, he's actually two years older than Charlie, but the oldest of my mom's children. If you thought I was a handful, wait until you meet him. He's like Charlie but more rowdy, I guess. He's also got a smart mouth, so watch out for that. I'm pretty sure he's where Charlie gets it from. Then lastly, of my mom's kids, there's Eleanor. I love her. She's my favorite sibling by far, we've always gotten along great, and she's very fiery. She's the same age as Charlie. The only reason I don't hang out with her is because she travels a lot with Leonard, so I have to keep bland old Charles here instead," I poked fun at Charlie.

"Y'know, from this rundown, I'm starting to get the idea that you don't like me very much, Faith." Charlie pulled out his dad voice, a voice I fucking hated, because he mostly uses it when he's being mature, which just makes me look like an asshole child. It's only fun being immature when people go along with it. However, this time, I ignored it. "Anyway, that's the rundown. Any questions?" I turned back to the two men next to me.

"How exactly are you guys all related? Like who's related to who how and how did you guys get together?" Louis questioned.

"Oh, so my dad has three kids: Maude, Jane and Charlie, technically 4 counting me. Then my mom has 3 kids, Leonard, Eleanor, and me. So like, Charlie and Jane and stuff, they aren't blood related to Leonard and Eleanor. And I only  have half siblings. And so my dad, Robert, had 3 kids with a woman named Alice a really long time ago, then Alice died. And my mom, Cecilia, has 2 kids with a man named John a long time ago, he also died, then my parents, Robert and Cecilia found each other and got married, then they had me in 1446, which was the true start to the 'Callahan Clan' as we call it, since that was when everyone was together all at once."

"Did that make sense?" I asked them, feeling like I lost them somewhere along the way. Harry reluctantly nodded his head, although I could tell he didn't get it, and Louis just flat out shook his. "That's okay, you'll get it eventually."

I decided to leave it at that, and continued with my thoughts about how to explain everything. They're not going to like this.

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The second we pulled up to the large house that contained my family, I felt like I might throw up. It was like going to high school all over again. (Yes, I did attend a senior year back in 2008. It was not pretty)

Charlie was the first to get out, followed by Donna, then Louis and Harry, but I stayed in the car for a moment longer, trying to compose myself. If I could have one, I'd probably be experiencing a heart attack right now. I took a deep breath, glancing out the window to the house. I can do this.

Harry surprisingly came to my side of the car and opened the door, extending a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me out.

The 5 of us walked inside.

I was immediately greeted by screaming, something glass shattering, and extensive swearing. Just another Friday at the Callahan house. If you're wondering why I would ever leave such a fun and eccentric family, this is the reason. I turned to my left and saw Leonard trying to dead-lift my dad with Eleanor on his back. Leonard was literally a walking stick figure, so I'm not sure what he expected to happen, but he collapsed onto my dad, with Eleanor falling on top of them, laughing hysterically.

The moment they all noticed me standing in the doorway, their expressions dropped from something sweet and loving to something bland and emotionless. Eleanor quickly perked up, though.

"Faye!" She clumsily climbed off of my brother and ran up to hug me. "I haven't seen you in forever! What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, wanted to catch up with you guys," not a total lie. I did in fact have things to tell them. New things. About my life. That's what catching up is, right?

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"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you all here today," I spoke, at the front of the room, standing next to the TV. My siblings were all piled onto the main couch, with my parents on a loveseat nearby, Harry and Louis squeezing into one single sized chair, and Charlie and Donna sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

On the television next to me, there was a powerpoint I had single handedly prepared for this occasion. I clicked the remote in my hand, turning to the next slide. It was blank at first, until I clicked again and a picture spun in from the left, and a title faded into sight at the top of the slide. Once the effects were over, the picture revealed to be an image of Edward Cullen sitting at his biology desk, the title reading 'have you ever read twilight?'

"Right, so, Twilight, am I right? Great book series, great movies, I personally loved them," I started, talking a lot with my hands to help ease my nerves. "Today, we're going to be focusing on one character in particular, and that would be Mr. Edward Cullen himself." I clicked again and a new picture of Edward appeared, this time with cat ears, anime blush, and sparkles photoshopped onto him.

"Faye, I swear to god," Donna swore under her breath. Meanwhile, Eleanor was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing, looking like she was about to blow up.

"Now, who can tell me something about Edward Cullen, anyone?" I skimmed my eyes over my small audience until Louis raised his hand. "Yes?"

"He's a vampire," Louis answered, his voice sounding weak, trying even harder than Eleanor not to laugh.

"Precisely. He's a vampire. But aside from that, he's a cool guy," I concluded, clicking again so a pair of black sunglasses would slide in from the top and land on Edwards face. I turned my head to glance at Harry and Louis, who both looked like they were in physical pain trying not to laugh. Louis had his hand over his mouth and Harry was hiding his face in his hands.

"Alright, next slide," I clicked again. "Why is this important in our lives?" I read from the screen. "Well, vampires are pretty awesome. I love them. If only they were real, am I right? My thoughts exactly! So from this thought process sprouted the idea to look through Grandma's grimoire. Grandma, what a smart and noble woman, that's for sure. So smart, in fact, that she was able to single handedly write a spell for vampirism. Impressive right. Now, while reading this chapter in the grimoire, I decided to make my own revisions to it, y'know, for gits and shiggles. Now, I never planned for this to go a long way." Lie.

"Now here is when the first known vampire comes into play," I clicked again to show a crude drawing of a bird. I did it myself. Needless to say, I'm not an artist. This time, it was my mother that sighed in disappointment.

"This is Jorge. He is a bird, if you couldn't tell. He resides in my antique birdcage in my bay window, and he is a pleasure to have. He is peaceful when not taunted, he drinks a small bit of blood, and he's only attacked one person so far, that person being Mr. Harry Styles," I clicked again and a picture of Harry appeared on screen.

"When I saw Jorge attacking Harry, I captured Jorge, made sure Harry was alright, and then I left. End of story, right? Wrong. Soon after that, I ran into Harry again at IHOP, where I decided that if fate brought us together twice already, then it must be fate who wants to keep us from separating. This is when I performed the vampirism spell on Mr. Styles."

The looks on my family's faces was to be expected, I doubt they've had any run-ins with vampires previously. Gasps were heard round the room.

"So, what's the recap? Well, Harry is a vampire. His friend, Louis, is interested in joining the coven, and we have a new pet bird named Jorge, who is very inexpensive to maintain, all I feed him is a couple drops of blood every morning and he's alright. And as for me, well, I have a pet, two new friends, and the spell for vampirism!" I remained cheerful so I wouldn't seem freaked out.

"Any questions?"

Eleanor raised her hand, and I nodded at her. "Right, so which one is Harry and which one is Louis?"

I clicked all the way to the end of the presentation to the glossary which included pictures. "Glad you asked." After explaining to her who they were and that they were both famous and a brief timeline of the formation and with it, dissipation of the boyish pop sensation that was One Direction, I ended my presentation.

Once all the conversations fell into a lull, everyone's heads turned to my mother, for the final verdict. It's an unspoken rule of conduct in this household, she's easily the man of the house. She sighed heavily once more.

"I'm truly out of words, Faye. I mean, vampires? You understand how irresponsible this is?" I nodded my head vigorously. She pursed her lips. "Your two boys, they can stay, I suppose. Since they aren't causing any harm, I figure there's no harm in keeping them around. As for your vampire, I'd like for you to send me a copy of the spell. And as for your other friend, Louis, was it? He is welcome to the coven. I'm sure we can teach him the basics, if that is what he desires."

On that note, my mom carefully lifted herself off the couch and walked to the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. "Faye, will your friends be staying for dinner?"

I glanced back at the two men squeezed into one chair and they both nodded happily. After turning my head back to my mother, she nodded silently as well, and disappeared further into the kitchen.

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[irish-urn]

LWD: “Marti the Monster”

I was thinking about this the other day, but having three women move into the house must’ve been really good for Derek and Edwin, because it introduced them to what it’s like to live with a woman. Like, I can’t imagine what a shock to the system it must be to a guy who’s never had a sister or a mom around, and suddenly learns about bras and that-time-of-the-month and makeup and sexual harassment, and...

Because, like, an anon mentioned something about Derek being protective in that WHAT IF oneshot I wrote, and then I’ve been writing and thinking about Casey-and-Derek living together, and now I start this episode and Edwin asks for “no bra talk” please, and...

I mean: it must’ve been really educational for those two boys in a very weird way.

Anyways: I doubt that’s what this episode is about, but it got me thinking (please don’t be surprised if I bring up this topic again in either tumblr posts or in my stories, because for some reason it’s important to me).

...I swear I owned that exact ruffled skirt of Casey’s at one point.

So, Marti is a total brat, and I’m not surprised due to her upbringing. Look, it makes sense that Derek and Edwin have some manners because of Abby’s presence in their lives, but I don’t think Marti had much of Abby because she’s, what, 4? 5? And according to Canadian law, you have to be separated for at least a year before you get divorced, and George and Nora def didn’t meet immediately after that, so I’ve always figured Marti was under 18months when Abby left. So she’s only had an overwhelmed George and 2 brothers who are kids themselves.

Still. A monster. And I don’t know why Nora isn’t trying to help George more (unless they had a talk about this and came to an agreement???). I totally understand why Casey isn’t doing anything; she’s watching this going, If Mom isn’t going to do something, I certainly can’t.

(Also, understanding that Derek insults her when she looks cute? And Derek’s annoyed look after; I swear that’s more because she figured him out than because she insulted him.)

“Parents are such hypocrites!” is perhaps one of the truest things she’s ever said.

Casey’s analysis of Derek’s thought process re: babysitting -- I 100% follow and agree with. I think she’s totally right; and I also like that Paul pointed out that it was a her vs. Derek thing as opposed to a gender thing. And I like that he takes a few seconds to think about what he says: he doesn’t always say the right thing, but you can tell he cares and is trying his best.

AGAIN COSTUME DEPT: the new girl “hottie” is wearing almost the EXACT SAME SKIRT AS CASEY. THIS IS NOT A MISTAKE; THIS IS DELIBERATE. I swear, if it happens again, I’m gonna scream.

How does Derek go from looking completely gross and teenage boy at the house in the kitchen to looking really pretty cute when flirting with Sandra (new girl)??? This is FASTINATING; he is so good at understanding people and how to work them, even at 15!!!

New girl: unimpressed with him, doesn’t like sports, and is more concerned with going to English class. Writers: what are you doing??

George so obviously adores Nora, that I can see why the McDonald women let him get away with so much; it’s difficult not to like someone who adores your mom/you.

Casey trying to be discrete about a girl’s breasts and Derek having no issue talking about it, and Edwin being disgusted by it all — I love it. Also, he clearly listens to what she says, because he uses her throwaway sentences about the new girl to try to win her.

I feel like I’m going to go through so much second-hand embarrassment soon, and I may die. I can just TELL that something is going to go badly. I suspect for Derek.

I have to wonder, because I know in later episodes Derek helps with kids and is really good with them, whether he actually likes them at this point or not. Casey claims he doesn’t, but... what if he does? What if he does and pretends he doesn’t to be cool; and that’s why he grabs that aspect of Sandra’s likes...?

(Am I giving him more credit than I should?)

Yes, he just mentioned vegetarian food; he’s awful. I cannot deal with this so badly I can’t even listen to it; let me know when the scene is over. I am Casey: utterly disgusted by him.

...but gosh, he has a cute smile.

(AND he likes her ass. Der-ek! Have some class!)

George and Nora’s discussion about who should get the babysitting job is kinda cute — also, it says something that Derek is e-mailing his dad, and Casey is calling her mom; I can’t word it yet, but it does say something.

Derek is actually good with kids because he is fun; that being said, Casey brings what those kids need which is someone keeping them on track.

And the way Casey says, “You get what you want. Again.” is just... She’s so tired and disgusted and resigned. This new life is not what she wanted. She must love her mom an awful lot.

(The hat doesn’t really work, Nora. Gotta say.)

This babysitting thing is going to go so badly; I’m afraid to watch. Am gonna skim it because Sandra deserves better, and I’m too tired to cringe so much.

...

YAY CASEY MADE A NEW FRIEND NAMED SANDRA.

I both can and cannot believe that she agreed to go out with him. I feel like Casey’s face: totally stupefied.

The dance scene in the kitchen was the cutest. Casey is gonna be such a good mom.

#urn watches lwd #life with derek #dasey

[moemoemammon]

Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now! 

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d  think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

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[saoney]

Period Pain | ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

Description: Iwaizumi taking care of his snappy baby?

Warnings: Mention of poop.

You can’t sit down. You really can’t sit down.

If you did, your period cramps gonna get worse. So you tried walking around the house fiddling through your social media trying to take off your mind from the pain in your womb.

It’s always like this, the first day of period. You can’t poop with ease, your back is hurt, you can’t get a comfortable sleep and all of this make you wanna snap. You swear you don’t mean to be so angry with everything but why, oh just why everything kept getting on your nerves especially on your first day of period?!

Even the spaghetti jar sauce won’t open today, when usually you can just open it with easily. This is so annoying!

You were about to throw the jar across the kitchen and that’s when Iwaizumi get in. His eyes wide seeing you about to go berserk over jammed lid jar of spaghetti sauce, his body move swiftly to catch it before it smashed on the floor.

Shock seeing your boyfriend’s on the floor with his arms tightly received the jar that you threw have you gasped at your place. Now, you feel bad..

“Babe, why did you throw this?” He asked, getting up on his feet as he set the spaghetti sauce on the kitchen counter.

“I tried to open it but it stuck, and I got mad.” You said, pissed is evident in your face but your voice sounded small because of what just happened.

“Look, you can just ask me. Here.” Your boyfriend handed you the spaghetti jar sauce.

You take the jar sauce and said your gratitude to him as you left to cook your now soggy pasta.

This is the problem. The problem is you don’t feel like eating anymore, suddenly the pasta you cooked doesn’t look appetising. A big sigh leave your mouth when you stand up to wrap your plate with the cling wrap and put it in the fridge.

.

.

.

You went to the living room and sit beside Iwaizumi who is now watching the last volleyball game of Japan team, trying to analyse their weakness and jot down what should be improved.

He notice you’re sitting slumps as your head rest in the curve of the sofa’s backrest staring at the ceiling while your hand lightly press on your lower stomach.

“You okay there babe?”

“Yeah.”

He’s not too happy with your tone but seeing your brows scrunching, he’s not gonna pay it no mind.

“Have you taken your menstrual med?” He asked again.

“Yeah, but usually even menstrual med don’t do much on the first day of period.” You replied as your hands went up to massage your temples.

“Well maybe, you’re just lacked water today.”

You believe your boyfriend is not being cynical, he just worried and caring of you to be in such a pain. But somehow it irks you— like water?

Seriously, water?!

You abruptly sit straight and turn to your boyfriend who is now jumpy seeing your air change around you.

You look mad but not really, your face is red though. You about to cry? Or you about to get angry? Iwaizumi doesn’t know but he know for sure that he have push the wrong button.

Uh-oh..

“Water? Really babe, water?! I’ve drank like twelve glass today because no matter how much I drink, I keep feeling thirsty and it’s because of the blood keep pumping out of me. And I can’t poop, because the stretch hurt me, my back and my thighs hurt and I’m tired!”

And with that you left him dumbfounded in the living room with tv echoing in the background.

.

.

.

This feels bad, everything feels bad.

You almost smashed the spaghetti sauce jar, you snapped at your boyfriend and on top of that, you slam the door so hard on him too.

Yes, you’re annoyed and in pain but that does not excuse the way you behave today. You wanted so badly to go back and hug your boyfriend, you wanna apologise to him.

Hajime must be so annoyed at me right now.

As you rolling and cocooning in your thick blanket drowning in your own remorse, you didn’t heard the door to your room clicking open.

“Baby..”

You jolted when you hear your boyfriend, softly calling out for you.

“Baby.”

You feel the weight shifted in the bed as Iwaizumi sat down beside your blanket-swaddled body. His hand went on looking for the opening in search of his beautiful girlfriend.

There she is.

“Are you still mad?” He asked as his hand caressing your head. Fingers faintly playing with your scalp.

“Don’t ignore me babe..” his breathe fanning your face as he lay down beside you, his eyes gingerly scanning your expressions.

“I’m not mad. I just… feel bad.” Your tears started to pooling at your waterline as your gazes turn to your boyfriend.

“I snapped at you. I almost smashed that jar and if it’s not for you, I might have to clean it.” You let out your hand from the blanket and you grip Iwaizumi’s forearm lightly.

“What if you get tired of me? I am always this snappy when I’m on my period and you always have to tends me. What if-”

“Stop.” You stopped talking as soon as that word drops from his mouth.

“I’ll let you talk if it’s about you misbehaving but to let you rant about me getting tired of you? Nuh-uh. You’re handful but my hands are bigger.” You snickered at his funny remarks.

“You’re in pain. It’s okay to throw a tantrums.. a little.” He laughed.

“But I will never stop tending you, baby. You’re mine and mine to take care of.” His hand slowly pry open the blanket just half of your body so he could run his hand on your ache back.

You smile at him. He has no idea how his words eases you.

“You’re so kind to me, Hajime.”

“What kind of a man is not kind to their own girl.” Your boyfriend huffed as he turn to his back and brings heat pad to you.

“Roll over babe, let me stick them on your lower back.”

“There.” He smoothen the heat pad as he fixes your shorts. “Any headache?” Your boyfriend asked and bring your pillow under your head.

“No headache but can you like.. play with my scalp, please?”

Without another words he move himself by your side, prop his arms so his face can rest on his palm. His fingers drew to your scalp, lovingly playing your curls.

“Like this?” He asked.

“Yeah.” A satisfying sigh leaving your lips.

A moment went by, Iwaizumi thought you already fall asleep when suddenly your question got him pause massaging your scalp.

“Do you love me?” He would reply you with a joke but seeing you so this vulnerable, he will only going to answer as truthful as you always hoped for.

“Always, and forever.” He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and your lips.

“I love you too, y/n.”

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#wjakakakak my first Haikyuu fic!! #Iwaizumi hajime…. AAAAAHHHH THAT BUFFY MAN OH LORDDDD #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime imagines #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi angst #🍯: writes #iwaizumi hajim scenarios #Iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x yn #iwaizumi x yn #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi imagine #hq x y/n #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq scenarios #iwaizumi hq

[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

#stray kids smut #skz smut #straykids smut #skzsmut #stray kids reactions #straykidssmut #kpopsmut #stray kids imagines #straykids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x stay #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x gender neutral reader #bangchan smut #changbin smut #lee know smut #hyunjin smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #i.n smut

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #swearing #insults

[ladyanput]

Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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[illegal-spiegel]

Firsts w/ Kaoru

Pairing: Kaoru Hitachiin x gn!reader Genre: fluff Warnings: none

first meeting:

y’all met through, you guessed it, The Host Club

it wasn’t your idea to go

but Haruhi, poor, sweet, innocent Haruhi, was about to lose her marbles

she practically got onto her knees to beg you to keep her company

and what kind of friend would you be if you declined?

(you mainly just went because she bribed you with free tea and desserts)

when you showed up to Music Room #3, it was all that you were expecting and not at all what you were expecting at the same time

you eventually spotted Haruhi through all the people and eventually made your way over to her

the look on her face was almost comical

she bid her guests she was entertaining farewell and they left with watery eyes

you covered your mouth to hide your giggles as you took a seat on the soft couch across from her

“Thank god you showed up,” she groaned as she slumped back into her seat

you let your giggles out freely, studying her tired form

“Awe, is Haruhi tired of flirting?” you teased

she only grunted in response, closing her eyes and letting out a content sigh

you hummed in return, picking up a cookie that was on the table and started to munch on it

you two had a few minutes of silent peace before it was rudely interrupted

“Oh, Haruhi!” you hear two voices shout from behind you in unison

you swear you saw an irk mark appear on her forehead

you raise your brow and go to turn around to see who was causing her so much trouble just by saying two words when two people were suddenly leaning over the back of the couch you were sitting on

you looked to your left and saw a boy your and Haruhi’s age

you turned to the right and had to do a double-take when you saw the same face

‘these must be the infamous twins,’ you thought as you studied them

“What?” Haruhi groaned with dead eyes

you could see the smirks come onto the two boys’ faces

“What are you doing slacking off-” the one on the right started off

“-when you have a guest?” the left one finished you raised a brow at them as you pursed your lips

“She could ask you two the same thing? Why aren’t you tending to your guests?” you defended

the twins’ eyes widened as they turned to look at you, both silently studying you for a moment

“We got bored-”

“-so we came to see what Haruhi was doing.”

your brows furrowed as you look to the one on your left

“You just left your guests?”

Haruhi was the one to respond

“Kaoru probably ran out of fake tears,” she said with a smirk

the twins’ attention went back to her, the one on the right’s eyes widening

“Fake tears? My tears are real!” he defended

you took a mental note that the one on your right was Kaoru. Haruhi may have told you about them before but you were terrible with names

Haruhi only grunted in response before closing her eyes again

you saw their mouths open, ready to bother her some more

so, being the good friend you are, you quickly said something before they could

“Just leave her alone, okay? How about you entertain me?” you offered

from what Haruhi has told you, the twins liked to mess around with people. Whether it is playing pranks and tricks or just annoying them

so, you figured they’d happily take you up on the offer to ‘entertain’ you

as soon as you finished your sentence, a smirk was curling up on their lips

“Entertain you?”

“Why, we’d be honored!”

they ended up trying to actually do so at first, using their little brotherly love act

you quickly shut that down

once they realized you knew all their secrets, including Haruhi being a girl, there was a sudden shift in the way they acted towards you

they were more open suddenly

hanging out:

after meeting, he instantly took a liking to you

he and his brother wanted to become friends with you, mainly to annoy Haruhi 

they hung out with you as much as you allowed them to, which was often so you could give Haruhi a break

it took a couple weeks for Kaoru to work up the nerve to ask you to hangout with him without his brother there as well

you were surprised when he asked you, to say the least 

“Hey, would you wanna go to this museum with me? I somehow won free tickets in class and Hikaru doesn’t want to go. I, uh, know it sounds boring but—”

“I’d love to go with you, Kaoru,” you reassure with a big, warm smile

it was the first time he felt his heart do something weird in his chest 

that weekend, you two went to the museum and honestly had a really good time

you two pretty much just wandered around and talked the entire time, which was several hours 

he found it surprising and like a fresh breath of air at how easy it was to talk to you

he liked studying you when you would stare at something before you, your figure glowing under the big lights 

he knew by the time you two left that he had feelings for you

first hug:

you two hugged for the first when he took you home from the museum, actually 

his palms were sweating just from thinking of doing it 

he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t a big deal but he was just so nervous 

he opened the car door for you when you reached your house and even walked you to the door 

“Thanks for today, Kaoru,” you say softly, giving him that radiant smile that he loves so much 

“It was nothing. I’m just glad you agreed to go,” he admits with a small chuckle

you giggle in return and then you both go into silence 

“Well, I’ll see you at school on Monday,” you say to break the silence

without another word, he quickly pulls you into the hug then

he hears and feels you gasp, your arms staying by your side for a moment before slowly wrapping back around him 

“Yeah, see you on Monday,” he whispers, still holding onto you

you two hug each other a little longer than necessary but neither of you cared 

when you finally did let go of each other, both of your faces were warm

“Goodnight, Kaoru,” you whisper a little breathlessly 

“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers back, finally stepping back to let you go inside

he walks back to his car and watches you unlock your door to make sure you get inside okay 

he then finally leaves with a racing heart and a red face

first time holding hands:

after going to the museum together, you two slowly started to get closer

you texted more often, always called, hung out without Hikaru more, and so on 

it didn’t take long for you to fall for him but you were unsure if he liked you back 

well, that is until October came around

the boys decided they wanted to do a haunted house type thing for their monthly event

after Kyoya talked it over with the principal, the club got permission to do it and to have it held inside the entire school

Kyoya went all out too. He hired professional actors and businesses to scare in the school

the club held it during Halloween weekend, that way they could clean up all the props before Monday

the club made a killer with the amount of people that wanted to participate and walk through the ‘haunted’ school

on Sunday, after the ‘maze’ closed, the host club decided that they should be able to walk through it as well

that’s how you ended up partnered up with Kaoru to walk through together

you two went last out of all of the groups, both of your hearts racing as you two walked into your dark school 

after the first jump scare, you two clung together before relaxing until the next scare

after a few scares, you two just ended up holding hands the whole way through 

you honestly didn’t even really notice since you were too focused on what’s around the corner, what’s in that room, or what that sound was

but Kaoru’s entire focused was on your hand in his, the way your skin looked, the way it felt

when you came out the back main exit of the school though, you instantly noticed

you both shyly smiled as you let go, trying to ignore everyone’s teasing as you all started cleaning up 

first date:

it wasn’t until mid-November that Kaoru asked you out on a date

you both were blushing like crazy as he stuttered out his date proposal and it was the most enduring thing you’ve ever seen 

he asked you out, to which you instantly said yes to, but when you asked where you two would be going, he refused to tell you 

he ended up taking you to a festival that was in town after you said that you didn’t want him wasting a lot of money on you 

plus, he’s really competitive, so it’s fun to play games with him 

you two tease each other back and forth the whole night, both of you winning a lot of games

he even won you a stuffed animal to which you playfully named it Hikaru

he ended up getting too much cotton candy and begged you to help him finish it 

you two spent the entire day there and when the sun started to set, he dragged you onto the ferris wheel 

it was very cliché but he kisses you at the top and you loved every second of it 

when he drove you home, neither of you were ready for the night to end 

so, you just ended up sitting in the car for hours just talking up a storm

when your first yawn is released, he does his best to ignore it but after the second time, he sighs and gives you a soft smile 

“You should head inside. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” he says quietly, secretly wishing he didn’t say anything when you start to pout 

you rub at your eye though as you yawn again, slowly nodding your head

“Okay. Goodnight, Kaoru,” you whisper sweetly before hugging him

just before you get out of the car, you quickly peck his cheek before practically flying out of the vehicle

he chuckles at how flustered you are as you walk to the door of your home

he makes sure you get inside okay before driving back home

he sticks to his word and texts you when he arrives at home to which you both stayed up late texting each other because you didn’t want the mystical night to come to an end

first time giving a gift:

(we ain’t counting the stuffed animal (Hikaru) he gave you on your first date)

you two had been together for 3 months when Kaoru decided to get you something to celebrate

he asked all your friends along with all the people in the Host Club what they think you’d like 

he got many ideas ranging from clothes to food

he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to get you but he’d figure it should be something nice but ‘simple’ 

on the day of your 3 months together, he picks you up from your house and takes you on a date

you tried telling him that you two didn’t have to celebrate the 3 month mark, but he wasn’t having it 

“You’re special to me and being together this long means a lot to me,” he said softly to you before kissing the back of your hand

he ends up taking you to a hill that looks over most of the town, a smile coming to your face when you see the view 

“It’s beautiful,” you reply when he asks what you think

“Not as beautiful as you,” he teases, shooting you a wink before hauling the picnic basket over to the blanket he set down for you both 

after setting everything up and getting comfy, you two dig into the food that he made

once you two have had your fill, you curl up together and watch the sunset

just before the sun completely sinks below the horizon, he pulls away from you a bit to reach into the basket

“Here,” is all he says as he offers you a rectangular box covered in velvet

you raise your brow up at him but gently take it from him and open it up 

you jaw drops open a bit when you see what rests inside, your heart skipping a beat as your tummy fills with butterflies

“Oh, Kaoru...” you whisper breathlessly, staring down at the intricate necklace

“Do you like it?” he whispers, worriedly staring at your shocked face 

“I, um, got it to represent our first date at the festival...” he continues when you don’t reply. “Sorry, I know it’s ugl—”

“No! No, I love it, Kaoru,” you quickly interrupt when he starts to backpedal. “Sorry, I just was thinking that it looks kind of expensive...”

“Well, ha, you see—”

“Kaoru, how much did you spend on this?”

he stays quiet for a moment, knowing how you’d react when he tells you 

he finally pipes up when you give him the look™️

“It was, um, ¥43,687...”

“Kaoru Hitachiin!” you screech, fully turning to face him with a horrified expression

“What? It’s not that bad!” he shouts, his cheeks starting to warm for some reason 

“Not that bad? Not that bad? You’re right. ¥43,687 is way worse than bad!” 

he groans and rolls his eyes, taking the box from you and taking the necklace out 

“Turn around.”

“No way! What if I break it? What if I lose it? What if—”

“What if zombies raised from the ground right now and killed me? Bam! Dead! Wouldn’t you want something to remember me by?” he teases with a smirk

it’s your turn to huff and roll your eyes now 

“That would never happen.”

“Well, yours would never happen either,” he argues

“Yes it could!”

“We can go back and forth all day, sweetheart. We can never know the future and it’s best to just live in the present.”

When you don’t reply, he smiles at you and holds up the necklace 

“You like it, right?”

“Well yes, but—“

“And you like me, right?”

“Kaoru—”

“Do you?”

“Yes! But, Kaoru—”

“Then put it on!” 

you two have a stare off before you give in, letting out a hefty sigh and turning to put your back to him

he slips the necklace onto you and your hand instantly goes to the ferris wheel pendant resting between your collar bones

“There. Ya see? That wasn’t so bad and you look even more beautiful than usual.”

your cheeks warm with the compliment as you spin around to face him again

“Shut up and kiss me,” you snap with a pout

he chuckles and leans forward to do just that 

first “I love you”:

you both actually wanted to say this on your picnic date but both ended up chickening out since you both thought it was too soon

ever since then, you both have tried and failed to say it 

when is the right time to say it? How long do you have to be dating for it to be okay? What if the other person wasn’t ready to say it back yet?

yeah, a lot of unnecessary worries and insecurities

it isn’t until it’s almost your sixth month anniversary that Kaoru finally works up the nerve to say it 

he was planning a little get away vacation for you two during the summer

when you came over to his house one day to hangout, he first plays it cool

you two do the normal stuff whenever you two hangout, watch your show, makeout a little, make food, the works

after you two are done eating and go to continue watching your show, he stops you

“Hey, there’s something I want to show you.” 

you raise your brow at this, wondering what he could want to show you

maybe a new show he wants to watch? 

“Yeah?” you ask, watching him pull something out from between the couch cushions 

he hands over an envelope to you with a smirk, making your brows furrow 

a letter?

“Go on. Open it,” he says with a chuckle 

you let out a short hum in reply and begin to open it up

you pull out two tickets to something, turning them around to look at the front 

“Are these first class tickets to Italy?” you ask, your voice trembling a bit 

“Yeah! I figured it was about time we went somewhere together!”

you shake your head and offer the tickets back to him, feeling as if you’re going to be sick 

“Kaoru, no. This is too much. I don’t need to go somewhere far or fancy or expensive to have fun with you,” you force out with wide eyes

he frowns at your words, refusing to take the tickets out of your shaky hands

“What? (Y/n), this is an amazing opportunity! Besides, these tickets were for me and Hikaru to go with our mom to one of her fashion shows in Italy. Hikaru is grounded now though for that stunt he pulled in class and she asked if I’d like to take you instead,” he explains with a soft smile, bringing his hand to your free one to give it a squeeze

you relax a bit at this news, now knowing he didn’t waste thousands of yen on you 

“Your mom offered?” He nods his head. “You’re sure she doesn’t mind me coming?” 

“Of course not, baby. You haven’t been around her much since she works so often, but she really does like you. She wouldn’t have asked you to come if she didn’t want you there. Plus, she has to punish Hikaru somehow.” 

you chuckle at that last part with a nod of your head

“Okay, fine. I’ll ask my parents about it and see if they’ll be okay with me going,” you agree

he lets out an excited squeal and surges towards you for a hug

“Yes! You’re the best! I love you!” 

at the three words, you both freeze and stare at each other, both of your faces heating up to a dangerous degree

“Sorry, I, um, I d—”

“I love you too, Kaoru,” you rush out before he can take it back

his grin comes right back to his face before he kisses you passionately 

first trip together:

turns out your parents were okay with you going since Kaoru’s mom will be there 

when you three were on the plane, you and Kaoru leaned against each other the entire time

to keep you busy, you two watched your show and movies, played card games, played games with each other on your phones, and so on

when you all finally reach your destination, you’re exhausted but you instantly perk up when you reach your ride to your hotel

you climb into the limo and both you and your boyfriend ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the beautiful scenery 

when you get to the hotel, his mother announces that Hikaru will share a bed with her while you get the other one. You don’t really mind since she’s paying for all this and you’re in Italy for crying out loud, but Kaoru whines and pouts for at least fifteen minutes

once you’re all in your jammies, you all practically pass out as soon as your heads hit the pillows 

you three were there for two weeks and you and Kaoru had so many cute dates

you went hiking, rode on gondolas, went on tours, took cooking classes, saw a musical, visited ancient buildings, went to the beach and did lots of swimming (where Kaoru got burned), and lots more!

his mom even let you participate in her fashion show

she dressed you up in expensive clothing and pushed you to walk on the runway

you were nervous at first but eventually got into it the more claps and cheers (from Kaoru) you got 

it was honestly some of the best days of your entire life

when it was the last day of being in Italy, Kaoru took you on your last date in the beautiful country

you both shared lots of ‘I love you’s followed by several kisses

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