#or interrupt what shes doing to tell her that i left smth for her to put on the counter

[wildesqdreams]

she's all that [slytherin version]

pairing - theodore nott x fem!reader.

summary - a relationship that started off as a surprise can't mean something good. especially when you're involved with a slytherin.

warnings - angst, grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

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a/n: I AM NOT A HARRY POTTER FAN, but i do like theodore nott, so if i got smth wrong, don't come at me. i wrote this very fast, so it may be rushed :) this idea has been stuck in my mind for days, so i hope you enjoy. i will be not writing part2 and this will be my only fic about the harry potter universe!

theodore's fingers gently brushed up and down y/n's thigh while she was observing the scene in front of her.

teenagers from all the houses dancing. sweat and alcohol filling the air, the beat of the music pounding in the girl's ears. this was unusual for her, for both of them, to attend a crowded party. the couple would rather spend time alone, but they had promised their friends, well, mattheo and draco, since they were so eager to come.

y/n sighed and layed her head on her boyfriend's neck as the girl's fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck.

"you okay?" he whispered.

"mhm."

his lips pressed a kiss on her forehead, which made the smile on y/n's face grow even more.

she continued to lay in silence while theo chatted with mattheo and blaise, who were satted at the same table.

"i think y/n needs to play some beer pong or else she'll fall asleep," mattheo spoke.

"are you so desprete to lose?" the girl gave him a small smile.

"don't be so sure of yourself, y/n/n," the boy grinned.

she opened her mouth to speak, but a voice interrupted, "heyyy guyyyss," a drunk draco appeared in front of the table.

blaise scrunched his nose, "fucking hell, how much did you drink?"

but the question was left hanging as draco pulled out some money from his pocket, "beforew i fodget, hers the money you wonn."

theodore tensed, and his hand stopped on his girlfriend's thigh as he looked at the money. y/n furrowed her eyebrows, "you won a game or something?"

"it's nothing serious."

"c'mon bro," draco smiled, "give yourself some credut, yao got the girl on thhe hook!"

mattheo grumbled, "draco."

the girl turned her head to her boyfriend, "what's he talking about?"

theodore just gave her a small, tight smile, "he's just drunk," he kissed her cheek while slightly squeezing her thigh, "let's just go, you need some rest."

"theo, man, just ttake the money," the blonde boy put it on the table in front of him, "you compuleted the bet, consgrats."

y/n stiffened, when she felt the air tense around, "what bet?" her eyes were still locked on her boyfriend, "theo, what is he talking about?"

"just forget about it, bella."

draco started speaking, "tell her, don't bse a skank," he looked at the girl, "we made a bet, about the-

the boy beneath her tensed, "malfoy."

"theodore sleesping with yoou, we actually never thought that he'd succeeds, but look at our boyey."

y/n's heart stopped. she actually stopped breathing.

theodore nott was known as the player, but when he approached her, she never thought that it was for bad intentions. the girl was shocked, of course, that the famous theodore nott had interest in her, but never in her wildest dreams did she think that he would do such a horrible thing.

when they both arrived at hogwarts, they became good friends, but when he started hanging out with the slytherin group, he just disappeared and forgot about the girl. completely ignoring her. living his new life.

but years later in potions, when he came up to her with the question "do you want to be partners for the project?" with that slight smirk of his and those beautiful eyes, she never thought that he, theodore nott, would do that. y/n was happy that maybe she would get her friend back. at the end of the day she was just a girl who saw the best in others.

sooner or later, that would lead her to be shattered, like right now, when she felt her heart break.

"cara mia," theodore started, but the girl just removed herself from his lap, standing up.

her eyes landed on mattheo, who couldn't look at her, "you knew?"

silence.

after becoming closer with nott she befriended mattheo riddle, but as time went by, he became one of her best friends. but now staring at him, y/n realized it was all a lie.

she felt theodore gaze her arm, "y/n, let me explain," but she pulled it away, starting to walk away.

draco smiled, "heeey, no hard feelingss, it was jusft for fun."

but she ignored him while walking towards the exit.

this happened in films. in books. god, she was so naive. all those looks, all those late night talks, the way he ressured her when she felt low, the way he held her when she felt blue. the touches. kisses. secrets. the "i love you." it was all a show.

tears started to appear in her eyes, but she tried to hold them in. the girl wouldn't cry. not because of her stupidity, not because of him.

she heard the doors behind her slam shut while a voice was trying to get her attention, "y/n, please, let me explain."

he ran closer, "i swear it's not like that, i love you," he reached for her hand, "y/n, i swear it was a mist-"

the girl spun around, "were you involved with other girls while all this was going on?" she looked into his eyes.

"bella-"

"yes or no?"

but he didn't reply and she knew the answer. y/n bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to break in front of him, "you know what hurts the most? knowing that if the bet wasn't made, you would have never talked to me and still kept ignoring me, like the past two years."

"y/n, please-"

"fuck off, nott," and just like that she left him in the hallway. left him with her heart, that, once again, was broken. broken by the boy that made her feel everything. that made her feel pure happiness, who made her feel at home.

but it all was a lie. it all was a fucking bet. and y/n y/l/n was just a game.

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[ddejavvu]

hiii, hope you’re having a good day! Could you do a request with animagus reader and marauders just being out and r is in Sirius’ bag or smth and a dog spooks her and she ends up running away panicked and they just start to run after her. tysm!

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11

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"Let me make absolutely sure that I am understanding you boys correctly." The stern tone of Professor Mcgonagall's voice never fails to chill the blood of those who hear it, but James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin are quite accustomed to the chill by now.

"You tore through the school's vegetable garden," She begins, "Then you trampled the roses. Then you tracked mud from those trampled roses through the Great Hall, interrupting a session of O.W.L.s that non-participating students were given plenty of warning not to disturb."

"Professor-" James starts, but Minerva snaps her gaze sternly to him.

"I am not finished, Mr. Potter, and you will not speak until I am."

He has the good sense to nod instead of giving a verbal response.

"Then. You went on a mad goose chase around the castle, that included not only breaking into faculty-only spaces, destroying art hung on these walls longer ago than you've been alive, but jumping from moving staircase to moving staircase?"

"I didn't mean to smash through that painting," Sirius offers earnestly, but when she whirls towards him, he's almost worried she'll strike him.

He knows she won't; she's like the mother he's never had, not the one that he does have.

"Fine! Fine, since you seem so eager to speak, tell me now: Why? Why was any of this necessary? Why did the three of you suddenly lose all sense?"

Sirius is rather surprised she hasn't yet noticed the lump beneath his sweater, but he's more than happy to tug at the neckline of the knitwear, "I was running after my cat, professor."

You know you'll be the only one to save them now, and you try appearing as endearing as possible as you stick your head out from Sirius's sweater, your furry ears brushing at his chin as you mewl plaintively at Professor Mcgonagall.

She blinks.

It's all she can do, because the boys in front of her are a permanent headache, and she asks, voice dangerously calm, "Why was your cat running, Mister Black?"

"She had a run-in with a wild dog," Remus explains, because if Sirius was left up to the task, he'd probably use adjectives like 'misunderstood' and 'unwillingly aggressive'. "She was tucked into Sirius's bag while we took a walk over the grounds. She likes to get out, but Sirius keeps her in his bag to be sure she's safe. But the dog must have smelled her, and he came out of the forest to charge for her. She startled and ran, and I can't say I blame her, Professor. Sirius was just worried for her, that's all. We would have really liked to avoid the chase as well."

A tense silence falls, and four pairs of eyes watch as Minerva Mcgonagall pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers and sighs. She neglects to tell Remus that it doesn't matter whether he'd have liked to avoid the chase or not; there's a hundred fifteen-year-olds mourning the loss of their exam time.

When it's unclear what her position is on your morning escapade, you slip out of the bottom of Sirius's sweater, and pad over to sit at her feet. Sirius draws in a breath, keeps it locked tightly in his lungs as you meow up at her, and when you have her attention, your tail flicks idly behind you.

"I don't like dogs either," She laments in a voice far too exhausted for ten in the morning, "Mister Black, if you or your friends ever treat this castle like a jungle gym again, I will make you scrub out the cracks in the stone dungeon walls with a toothbrush."

He tries not to grin, because his luck is far too strained, but he nods eagerly, "Yes ma'am. Thank you, Professor."

"Do not thank me," She glares warningly at him, "I am still tempted to feed you to wild dogs."

The boys stand, nodding at their professor as they file out of her office, but when Sirius calls you with open arms, she peers over her nose at him.

"Leave the cat," She instructs, and at his curious head tilt, she adds, "I had to listen to Mr. Filch tell me all about your antics this morning. At the moment I deserve better company."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one-shot #sirius black one shot #sirius black headcanon #sirius black headcanons #sirius black hc #sirius black hcs #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black dialogue #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader fanfiction

[abbysbunny]

CONNECTED

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part two

plot: somehow you and hazel are telepathically connected

warnings: swearing and a tiny weeny bit of fluff!

word count: 0.7k

notes: I'm so sorry to the anon that I deleted the request I really hope you see this, this is smth new for me but I tried my best! hope you enjoy!!

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you joined this fight club almost as a joke, you never were a big fighter but what how bad could it be? bad. really bad. now you were standing around PJ and hazel, watching them fight, of course you had fought PJ before but you had never fought hazel, and now you really didn't want to. after they got done throwing punches there was one round left for hazel and you were next, everyone was cheering and you were shaking.

as soon as you stepped into the circle you regretted joining this god awful club, you both kinda circled each other for a couple minutes before you heard, a voice, not just anyone's voice but hazel's, how? she wasn't talking, you heard the hazel voice in your head say she's gonna right hook you, you had a moment to process and she threw a punch but luckily you already knew, you quickly dodged her punch and her eyes widened. 'how could she have known that I was gonna do that?' she thought, and you heard.

the fight just continued, she thought you dodged, you thought she dodged. 'okay c'mon guys this is over! no one's even getting hit' pj shouted, everyone agreed and you and hazel stopped, you went to go pack your bag and you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around and saw hazel with a small grin on her face, 'hey what's up?' you questioned, she cleared her throat, 'oh uhm I just wanted to know how you dodged all my punches...' she awkwardly chuckled.

what were you gonna say? 'oh yeah sorry I could hear your thoughts' yeah that's a no go, 'oh uhm I could ask the same for you' you blurred out, 'oh well a magician never reveals his secrets' she joked, you let out an awkward laugh, 'yeah we never do' you sarcastically nodded, she smile before pulling your arm leading you to the side of the inside bleachers, her actions caught you by surprise tried to pull your arm away from her grip.

'hasel what the fuck!' she shushed you, you looked at her with a confused look on your face, she took a deep breath before speaking, 'okay I dodged all your attacks because I think I could...hear you...' your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, 'i know you probably think I'm crazy bu-' she was quickly cut off by your voice 'no me too, I could hear you too hazel' she stopped and stared at you for a second, 'wait really?' she asked in an concerned tone.

'yes really, like it was really weird, I fucking knew I wasn't crazy' you whisper yelled, 'okay well why can we hear each other?' you thought about it for a second, I mean it's impossible you accidentally did a ritual together, so what could it be? 'hazel I want you to try to hear my thoughts and I'll try to hear yours' she nodded and mumbled okay before closing her eyes. when you closed your you immediately heard hazel, 'okay think about a color, uhm red!'

you started repeat the same word in your head so hazel could hear you, your thoughts were interrupted by haze's, 'god she's so pretty' your breath hitched, of course you didn't know who she was talking about but what if she was talking about you? you opened your eyes and tapped hazel's shoulder indicating she can open her eyes now. she looked at you before asking, 'well? did you hear anything?' what do tell her, do you tell her that you heard her call someone pretty? fuck it.

'i heard you think of a color and call someone pretty' you confessed, her face turned red and she sucked a breath in, 'yeah, I did think that...okay uhm' she trailed off, 'did you hear my thoughts?' she sighed and scratched her head, 'yeah I did you kept saying blue over and over again and then it stopped' relief washed over you as you realized she didn't hear you panic about her calling someone maybe you pretty. you nodded, 'okay so we can hear each other thoughts, why?' you stated walking away from the bleachers with her by your side, you both grabbed your bags and left the gym still theorizing why you were connected.

you both got to hazel's car and the conversation came to an end, 'okay can I have your number since you know...we can hear each others thoughts and it would be nice to...talk more about it' she quickly nodded and you gave her your number. your walk home seemed longer than usual, you kept thinking about hazel, just hazel, her eyes, her hair, her thoughts too. when you got home your phone vibrated, you picked it up and saw a text from hazel's number.

hazel:)

hi

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[pasukiyo]

Could I bother you for a part 2 to Go For It? Maybe where reader snaps at some point and then starts avoiding Steve or smth? And he goes to Robin(who knows what went down) for advice only to get chewed out? Up to you whether it ends with angst, fluff, and/or smut!

𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭. | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

read part one here.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; angst? horrendous writing? very brief smut implication at the beginning

a/n; …I AM SO SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE! my week has been absolutely crazy with unexpected things popping up left and right and i just couldn’t find the time to write anything so i am so so sorry for being late 😭 but it’s finally here! did not expect the first part to blow up the way it did so thank you:) i don’t really feel like i did my best on this one so i’m sorry if it’s a little underwhelming

word count; 3.7k

“i heard nance is going to the game tonight.”

 “i saw nancy when she came to pick the boys up from my work earlier.”

 “did you see nancy’s new hair?”

 “god, i just wish i could tell her how beautiful she is like i used to.”

 nancy, nancy, nancy, nancy, nancy.

 it was almost all he could ever talk about these days. she hated how much she came to loathe the girl who had never really done anything to her personally, who had no idea of her affection for her best friend. of course, she could never say no when steve asked her to come over, and although she hated every time nancy’s name fell from his lips, she came right over with no hesitation. 

 “fuck, nancy, right there, baby..”

 her eyelids snapped open, and she gazed up at steve as he hovered over her, his own lids closed in ecstasy as he pounded his hips into hers. she recalled feeling everything and nothing all at once, as if she was caught in a wave, unable to claw her way back to the surface. she remembered feeling numb— since when did he begin to imagine her as someone else entirely in their moments together?

 “steve, stop,” she murmured, her voice hardly above a whisper, too quiet for him to hear over the sound of skin assaulting skin. a string of curses tumbled from steve’s lips as his cock twitched inside of her, but she couldn’t even bring herself to relish the pleasure anymore— she wanted nothing more than to leave, to get away from him. “steve, i said stop!” she spoke much louder and clearer this time, and his eyelids snapped open when she pushed her palms against his chest, his cock sliding out of her as his body plopped on the mattress beside her.

 “shit, did i hurt you?” he questioned as her chest heaved, tears stinging the rims of her sockets as she tried to gain back her composure, to ease the pounding of her heart in her chest and the ringing in her ears. it wasn’t until steve placed a gentle hand on her shoulder that she she back to her senses, and her body tensed beneath his touch, causing him to remove his hand almost instantly. “hey, hey, did i do anything—“

 “i just— i just need to go,” she interrupted, practically scrambling off of his bed as she began a frantic search for her clothes where they had been scattered all across the room, swift to redress herself. steve simply watched from his bed, a wrinkle in his brow as he sat there, dumbfounded. “do you.. do you need me to drive you home? is everything alright? do you need any—“

 “i’m fine,” she managed to emit as she threw on the remainder of her clothes, tossing her bag over her shoulder before making haste towards his bedroom door. she knew steve was calling after her— but she didn’t even care.

 because everything was clear to her now.

 at first, steve may have only proposed the idea of their arrangement as a way to relieve his stress, to feel close and connected to someone when he needed that connection the most. but somewhere down the road, as he became more and more obsessed with getting nancy wheeler back, he found a new way to look at their arrangement. he may not have been able to have nancy wheeler physically, but at least, with someone else, he could pretend.

 the idea made her absolutely sick to her stomach.

 all these years of being second after nancy wheeler, never once did it bother her this much until now. it felt as though someone had reached inside of her chest to rip her heart straight out of it— never did she ever believe that steve harrington would be the one to hold her heart in his hands. 

 nor did she ever believe that steve harrington would be the one to crush her, and leave her to bleed. 

 the walk back to her home felt longer than usual, but when she did eventually get there, she made a beeline for her room, ignoring her parents as they sat in the living room. 

 she couldn’t catch her breath. she threw her bag down on the floor beside her door, kicked her shoes off of her feet, and sunk down onto her mattress. the tears wouldn’t stop flowing from there, her sobs wracked her body as her fingertips did their best to wipe the evidence away from her face, only to come to no avail. 

 why was it so hard to let go of him? why couldn’t she find anyone else to fall in love with, why couldn’t she just forget about steve harrington? 

no matter how hard she tried, it would always be him— he’d always be the one she thought about, the one she dreamt about, the one she yearned for. 

 why hadn’t she gone for him all those years ago? if only she had had the courage to tell him how she felt before high school, before he met nancy wheeler, before nancy turned his entire life— and coincidentally, her’s— upside down. maybe then she wouldn’t be feeling the pain she felt now, maybe then, things would have been different for the better. 

 she clutched the pillow where her head laid, tears streaming down the side of her face and pooling on the plush below. she wasn’t sure when her eyelids finally began to droop, nor when she seemed to slip into the realms of unconsciousness..

 “i just don’t understand. she just.. left. and she left in like.. a hurry, too. she didn’t even talk to me.”

 steve scanned robin’s face as she listened to his reminiscing of last night’s events, his eyes darting from the road beyond and back over to where she sat. she narrowed her eyes as she turned to look over at him, her eyebrows raised to her hairline. “what?”

 steve’s own brow wrinkled and he pouted, “robin! i’m asking you for advice here, since you know,” he gestured towards her with an outstretched palm, “you’re a girl and all.” robin couldn’t suppress her laugh at this, balling her fist and giving him a soft punch to the shoulder. “dude, why’d you say it like that?”

 “robin! can we focus?”

 “god, steve, please don’t tell me you’re actually that dumb?”

 steve blinked, puffing his cheeks out, his brows furrowed in downright confusion. “what are you—“

 “steve! she’s in love with you!” 

 steve blinked again, his foot on the pedal suddenly feeling heavier than usual, the engine of his car revving as they sped up. he suddenly found it hard to breathe as he recalled the night before, the moments leading up to her leaving. in his confused state the night before, he couldn’t seem to recall what had set her off, not until this very moment..

 “goddammit,” he muttered beneath his breath. “i said nancy’s name while we were..”

 “oh my god! oh my god, you are so screwed.”

 his eyelids narrowed over at robin as he turned into the school’s parking lot, swerving to the front entrance where he always dropped her off. he put his car into park and slammed his forehead down onto the steering wheel, his cheeks crimsoning with heat.

 how did he not see it before? how could he not have seen the way she looked at him every time he talked about nancy, how could he not have seen how she didn’t hesitate to drop everything for him, how she didn’t even hesitate to agree to their arrangement?

 the signs were all there in front of him, as clear as crystal, and he still didn’t realize what was happening until it was far too late. he lifted his head and turned towards his best friend in the passenger’s seat, his lips falling agape with the intention of saying something, but words fell short when he caught a glimpse of the girl he knew all too well trudging her way towards the school’s entrance, hugging her books to her chest. 

 “steve,” robin said in warning once she realized who he was looking at, his hands subconsciously slipping down to the buckle of his seatbelt. he pressed the pad of his thumb down onto the red button and tugged on the handle of his door, slipping out of the car before slamming the door shut behind him. he ignored robin’s protests as he jogged over to where she was, her name slipping from his lips. her muscles visibly tensed underneath her blouse when she heard his voice, but before she could slip inside of the school, his hand locked around her upper arm, tugging her back.

 “steve, please, leave me alone,” she murmured, her eyes cowering away from him and all the other people giving them glances. “please, i need to talk to you,” steve whispered, his irises murky with something she couldn’t name, his brows furrowed in sorrow. “i’m sorry. i think i get it now, you—“

 “steve, just stop it,” she hissed this time, snatching her arm away from his grip, adjusting her bag back up onto her shoulder. he called her name again, her jaw tensing and her expression hardening. “you don’t get it, do you hear me? you don’t know how i felt, watching you drive yourself insane over nancy when she already has someone else. you don’t understand what it’s like to feel second to someone else when they haven’t been there like i have, steve. so don’t try and bullshit me and say that you understand, okay?”

 steve was silent. his heart was pounding— how could he have been so blind?

 she blinked the glossiness away from her vision, pinching her bottom lip with her teeth. “i don’t feel like talking about this right now, okay? just, please, leave me alone.”

 and that was that. she pivoted around on her heel and pushed her way inside the school, steve’s lips falling agape, words he wished to say sitting on the tip of tongue but never emitting. robin came up behind him, circling around him to give him a look. “i tried to tell you it wouldn’t go well,” she said. “just give her space. i think you really hurt her, steve.”

 robin gave his bicep a soft squeeze before she, too, left him to enter the school, and steve stuffed his hands into his pockets, practically shuffling his feet all the way to his car. 

 after sliding back into the driver’s seat, he slammed the car door closed as hard as he could, unable to bring himself to care about anything breaking. he leaned back into his seat and ran his fingers through the hair atop his head, his heart thumping so hard inside of his chest that he could hear the beating in his eardrums.

 his mind wandered through all the years he’d spent hung up on nancy wheeler, all the years that he’d wasted trying to find a way back to her, only for every single one of his attempts to come to no avail. all those years she’d spent watching him chase after nancy wheeler, when she, herself, wanted nothing more than him.

 how could he have been so stupid?

 it was like she had said earlier, she was always, always there for him, through thick and thin. she was right there with him to support him at every basketball game, at every swim meet, she even supported him and was there to comfort him every time he’d get into it with his father. she was there before nancy, at the beginning of nancy, at the end of nancy, and even now, she was still there trying to pick up the pieces of himself nancy wheeler had managed to break. 

 how had he never seen that she was right there all along?

 something inside of him felt like it had changed, like all the gears had shifted, as if all the puzzle pieces had suddenly fallen back together perfectly. she was the one holding him together, not nancy, like he had initially thought. she was the only one he had ever fully opened himself up to, and he took all of it for granted, even used her body as his escape, as his stress reliever. 

 how could he have been so shitty to her?

 and even then, she was still there, willing to give herself to him as long as it meant he felt alright.

 and that was something he could never replace.

 so how could he ever even begin to express how sorry he was?

 “robin, i know what you’re doing. and i really don’t want to go to family video right now.”

 it had been a few days since she had last seen steve in front of hawkins high, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. a part of her hated to be away from him for so long, for they had hardly even gone a day without seeing each other since middle school. she longed to be with him again, even if things would never be the same again. 

 she wanted steve harrington back.

 the other part of her hesitated, afraid of the pain she knew she’d feel if she saw him again. she was afraid of change, because it was inevitable that it’d happen, and she couldn’t shake the idea that it wouldn’t be for the better. 

 “come on, it’s been days. you’ll have to talk to him eventually,” robin nudged her with her elbow, and she sighed. 

 “i know but.. i just— i don’t—“

 “for christ’s sake, please! just go so i don’t have to hear the dingus whine and cry about you anymore!” robin groaned, “believe it or not, but he’s extremely sorry. so just get your ass over to family video because he said he has something for you and i told him i wouldn’t tell you anything about it but you’re clearly not gonna budge so i’m breaking a pinky promise right now and—“ robin paused to catch her breath, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyelids shut, trying to find the right words she wanted to say. “just.. go. i think it’ll be worth it, for both of you. please?”

 she blinked as robin gazed at her expectantly, her irises glimmering with desperation. she couldn’t help but crack a smile at the idea that steve was this desperate to make things right with her, and that even robin herself wanted her to go. so, she gathered air into her lungs and pressed her lips together, nodding her head.

 robin let go of breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in, pulling her in for a brief squeeze. “thank you. now get over there, he’s waiting and even though he’s a bit of a dingus, i don’t wanna make him feel too stupid.”

 she smiled and released a small laugh as she gathered her things, rising from her chair, blinking away the tears brimming her sockets. “thank you, robin.”

 she drove to family video in silence, and as she pulled into the parking lot, she swore she could see steve running around inside, most likely noticing her car and panicking. she braved a soft smile at the idea as she turned the car off, taking one, last deep breath before sliding out of her car, and making her way to the entrance. 

 her hands subconsciously soothed down the wrinkles of her sundress and her fingers ran through her hair before she pushed open the door, ambling into the lobby where steve was, leaning over the counter on his elbows, gazing over at where she stood.

 “hey,” he barely managed out, coughing behind his fist as he stood up straight, adjusting the family video vest whilst he made his way around the counter. “hi,” she replied, and it came out as more of a squeak, and she squeezed her eyelids shut in mortification. “so, uh,” steve began, rocking back and forth on his heels, his hands behind his back, seemingly holding onto something. he must’ve noticed she was curious about what he was holding, for he swiftly outstretched his arms towards her, nearly swatting her in the face with the bouquet of beautiful pink flowers. he puffed his cheeks out, his skin scarlet and burning, and she smiled— this was the awkward steve harrington she used to know. “i.. got you these. they’re a little.. crumpled. must’ve been the car ride.”

 “oh, steve,” she murmured, taking ahold of the stems and bringing them to her chest, the petals tickling the tip of her nose as she hid her smile away. “they’re beautiful.”

 steve stuffed his hands into jean pockets, pressing his lips together as he scanned his brain for anything, anything at all that he could say. there was so much he could and truly did want to say, but words simply just didn’t come easy. would words even be enough to express how sorry he was for hurting her so badly?

 “i.. i got you something else,” he chose to say instead, and she followed with her eyes as he made his way back behind the counter, disappearing when he squatted down to grab something she couldn’t possibly imagine. he took this time to take a deep breath, squeezing his eyelids shut before snapping them back open and rising from the ground, making his way back over to where she stood.

 has she always looked this beautiful doing absolutely nothing?

 did his palms always seem to grow clammy when he was around her?

 did he always seem to feel tongue-tied whenever he tried to speak to her?

 did his heart always beat this fast around her?

 he wasn’t sure, but all he knew to do in this moment was to go for it, the small scrapbook he had spent the past few sleepless nights working on now resting in the palms of her hands. his breath hitched as she stared down at it, wondering if maybe it was a mistake after all to give this to her, if it was a mistake even calling her here at all. 

 she glanced back up at him, her irises glossed over with something somewhere between sadness and happiness, her eyebrows knit together as she flipped to the first page. 

 it was unlike anything she’d ever been given before. 

 polaroids that she and steve had taken together, some that she hadn’t even remembered taking, had been glued on every single page, steve’s handwriting in black ink on every one of them as well. sweet little captions underneath every photo, small letters on every other page, all in steve’s slightly sloppy yet somewhat neat handwriting. she could feel the sting of salt brim her eyelids, and it wasn’t long before droplets fell to the scrapbook below, and steve’s brow furrowed, her name tumbling from his lips in a whisper.

 “nooo, no, no, please don’t cry, i don’t want you to cry anymore over me—“

 “steve.”

 “—because i am honestly such a shitty person and—“

 “steve.”

 “—and you deserve so much better and—“

 “steve.”

 she cut him off by nudging his side, a smile peeking through the cracks of her tears like a ray of sunlight. she hugged the flowers and the book close to her chest as if she couldn’t bear to let them go as she let her forehead fall against his shoulder. “i’m crying because i’m happy, steve.”

 she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and although he was hesitant, his arms did eventually wrap themselves around her shoulders, drawing her closer into his warmth. “i’m so, so sorry that i didn’t see,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips peppering kisses to the crown of her head. “i can’t— i can’t believe i took what was right in front of me for granted.”

 “but.. what about nancy?”

 her smile wavered when she remembered how in love steve had been with nancy wheeler until seemingly this point, and she felt small all of a sudden— did he really have an epiphany or did he just feel guilty?

 she wasn’t certain if her eyes told what she felt, but if they did, then steve caught it. he cradled either of her cheeks in his palms, and her heart beat against her chest once again at how close he was. this felt different than anything she’d ever felt before, different than when they had sex with no strings attached. something had changed within steve harrington, and right now, as she stared into his irises, falling further down the depths of brown, she could see it as much as he could feel it. 

 “i don’t wanna spend any more time talking or even thinking about her right,” he murmured, and he was closer than ever now, his lips a ghost over hers. “she’s already taken so much of yours.”

 her lips were sealed with his, and she just about lost her grip on the bouquet and the scrapbook as she rested her knuckles against his elbows, losing herself in the kiss she’d only been dreaming of for years on end. he kissed her with fervor, and she kissed him back with just as much. her heart was feral now in her chest, and she could only hope that she wouldn’t be pinched, in fear that this was all just a dream after all.

 but it wasn’t.

 she was real, steve was real, steve kissing her was real— it was all real.

 their lips never once broke apart as steve walked her back until she could feel the edge of the counter against the small of her back, and she gasped, using her knuckles against his chest to push him away. heat surged to her cheeks as she panted, air slowly finding its way back into her lungs. scarlet seeped through steve’s cheeks, and his teeth pinched his bottom lip, his hand slithering around the back of his neck as if he were trying to find an itch to scratch.

 “as happy as i am right now, i still should remind you that you’re at work right now..”

 “..yeah, yeah, i know,” steve winced, the corners of his lips twitching as he tittered, drawing her in once again for a peck, her lips tingling with the memory of his when he pulled away. “i.. i can pick you up after work? and i’ll take you out on a real date, one you deserved to go on a long time ago.”

 she was hardly strong enough to bite back her smile, “yeah. yeah, i’d like that.”

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[snax-writes]

omds i j realised your requests were open!!!! i’m so excited i love everything you write for harvey specter sm :)

i have a request for a secret relationship with him and the reader - maybe they hate each other at work but harvey j goes soft whenever she walks into the room or says smth (he thinks he hides it well but it’s obvious to everyone that he doesn’t hate her) maybe they get caught slow dancing in harvey’s office ( maybe even doing smth spicy 🤭 (ngl i wld die if they got caught making out cause harvey is such a dom im screaming) wld love for it to be spicy, but it’s up to you if you j wanna keep it fluffy!

this is my first time requesting anything, so i hope it’s ok! <3

[hey, i'm incredibly sorry it took so long! thank you so much for your request! it's not exactly like you described but i hope you like it anyway!]

Unsolicited - h. specter

summary: when Harvey asks Mike to assist you on your case, without you asking for it, you can’t help but take it as an offense.

warnings: none

word count: 302

You walked into Harvey’s office enraged. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The man looked up from his laptop, an unbothered expression on his face. “I need a bit of context.”

“The AM General case. They are my client. Why would you ask Mike to research on my case without talking to me first?” You leant on his desk, towering over him.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Harvey stood up and rounded the desk as you straightened up, your eyes following him.

“Do you think I am incompetent?” You asked earnestly.

The man smiled. “I would never.”

You furrowed your brows. “Then why would you do something that undermines my authority as well as my competence?”

The man stepped closer. “Y/n.”

“What?” You stubbornly maintained eye contact.

“Smith is a flaming misogynist. He will try to make your life hell with belittling you and being condescending,” Harvey argued. “I-“

“And giving me unsolicited help is supposed to be… what? You always do this.” You exclaimed, interrupting him.

 He exhaled. “I’ll admit I should have talked to you first. I’m sorry. I just wanted to protect you.” His gaze flicked to your lips for just a millisecond but you caught it.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be this protective of a colleague…” You murmured, suddenly entranced by his eyes.

“Oh, I definitely shouldn’t but it seems I got a thing for ignoring rules.” He whispered before he finally caught your lips in an ardent kiss.

Only the sound of someone clearing their throat made you separate, you both left breathless.

“You two will to talk to HR.” Jessica stated, a smug grin on her lips. “And as quickly as possible – in fact, first thing tomorrow morning.”

You nodded, biting your lips to keep from grinning, while a cheesy grin formed on Harvey’s lips as his eyes caught yours.

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[sunrisemill]

❀~Daisy chains~❀

Summary: You had always been a sucker for nostalgia, going back to places that have memories attached to them and embracing the changes you have gone through. But what happens when you get hit with the biggest nostalgia bomb of your life…your high school boyfriend.

(Warning: Suggestive but only a tiny bit.)

As I step through the door, the tiny bell rings out across the coffee shop. I’ve been going to this quaint shop since I was a kid and don't plan to stop.

The warm, comforting vibe it gives off has always drawn me inside on rainy days like this one.

My eyes scan across the almost empty shop when they land on a certain man. No way, It can't be him. I tell myself as I study the stranger, the brown tousled hair, the way his eyebrows furrow as he reads his book, It can't be him, I refuse to believe it.

“Oat milk latte for Matt.” The barista calls out, the man lifts his head and that's when I get a good look at the so-called stranger and all my suspicions are true…

It’s him.

~~~~

(5 years ago)

“You know Y/n…you should join me sometime. It might actually be fun.”

He flashes me a bright smile as he treads the water lightly. “I would but I forgot to pack a bathing suit.” I shrug as I lay flat on my stomach on the blanket we laid across the rocks on the water bed.

He smirks as he swims up to me, resting his arms on the rocks as he lifts himself up slightly, our faces inches apart. “Who said anything about a bathing suit?” He cocks his head to the side in a teasing manner as he watches my face flush a bright red.

I tried to think of something to reply with but I couldn’t come up with anything, not even a witty comment. I hate the little cocky look on his face when he sees my flustered state. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Have I left you speechless?”

His voice is below a whisper now as I feel his warm breath against my lips.

“M-Maybe…I dunno” I whisper back in a weak voice, my voice always gives out on me at the worst moments.

He chuckles, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb across my burning cheek. I feel a small shiver run down my back as the cold water that was once on his thumb is now smeared across my cheek.

“You’re so pretty.” I hear him whisper before I feel his soft lips press against mine.

I’ve never truly felt this way towards anyone else before. Of course, I’ve had boyfriends in the past but I can tell this is different.

Matt makes me feel safe, I feel as though nothing bad could happen to me when im with him. So when he kisses me, I kiss him back.

My hand quickly finds its way to the back of his head, running my fingers through his wet curls as I pull him closer. Suddenly, all of my problems disappear once I’m with him, he’s like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else.

I can't help myself wonder if he also thinks of me that way but I always back out when I go to ask him, I guess im scared of finding out he doesn't think of me like that.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he looks up at me with a love-drunk smile and I’m quick to return it.

“Hey… I love you, like a hell of a lot.” He chuckles and I can’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off of my face. “I love you too, Matt. A hell of a lot.”

I lean down, pressing my forehead against his as I whisper. “Promise you won't leave me.” I watch as his eyelids flutter closed, a peaceful look across his face.

“Now why would I ever leave you? I love you too much.”

(A/n: Famous last words. WHATTT??? WHO SAID THAT?! I’m just kidding 🙏 I can’t help but feel so awkward when I write them kissing cause I feel like I’m interrupting smth 😭 I swear people who write smut have super powers cause I cannot do that shit. Anyways, this was low-key (high key) inspired by skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter cause she is MY GIRL. I love her so much it’s unbelievable. I hope you like this one cause she definitely stressed me the fuck out writing (my laptop decided to shut down in the middle of writing and wouldn’t turn on for 10 minutes) my laptop and I have a love hate relationship atm)

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[redsaurrce]

DRINK ME UP - 3

Part 1 , Part 2

Synopsis : After Jungkook got a plastic surgery, do you recognize him now?

Pairing : YANDEREJeon Jungkook x dancer fem!reader

Genre : cheaterjk!au (or he tries to get back or smth)

Word count : 4.2K

Warnings : profanity, kissing, betrayal, unhealthy jealousy, murder

Taglist ♡ @kittykatfey @atthy47 @minshookie29 @darkuni63 @coralmusicblaze @mingkifvrr @kookieaddicted96 @luvxna

--x

It's been two years since you came to Shanghai and the atmosphere has been pleasantly in your favour. No body knows about your past, no body needs to know it. Not the members on your new team, not the ever so kind and talented coach, not the man you had been crushing on since four months and not Yang Hyun-woo, your coworker in the museum you were working as a part time job.

"Y/N you look tired?" You heard Hyun-woo come from behind with prospectuses in his hands. "Is it that obvious?" You smiled as you rolled your shoulders. He hummed, "Is the dance practice getting hard on you? Take it easy, will you?" He chuckled as he gave you a copy of the prospectus.

You eyed the small booklet as you took it from him, "Another school the next Sunday?" You asked him while raising your eyebrows.

"Hmm.. it seems as if this is the perfect season for students to tour in this museum." He said with a soft airy chuckle.

"I know right, good luck with that." You showed a fist to show him support when he suddenly giggled, "Thanks, but I don't need just a good luck, I need you as well."

You blinked, "What do you mean?"

He sighed, "The director told me to take you as my partner while guiding them because they are high schoolers."

"Ah Yong-tak high school!" You emphasised while flicking your fingers over the printed word. "Director knows our headache." You chuckled while shaking yor head. "Sunday right? And today's Thursday- wait today's thursday??" You looked at him with wide eyes at your realization.

He gave you a questioning look.

"I have to hurry back to my dance academy- ugh why did I forget today's day?" You gritted your teeth and hurriedly left the museum. He sighed as he clicked his tongue.

"She didn't even change her uniform in hurry, well.. atleast I should get changed." Hyun-woo entered the men's washroom and started unbuttoning his shirt, just when his focus shifted towards the mirror in front of him, he clutched on the fabric as he saw the scar on his arm in his reflection.

As he was deep in thought, his thoughts were interrupted with his phone lighting up, it was an unknown number. "Hello? Who's this?"

"Hey Jungkook why do you keep blocking my numbers huh? I'm tired of buying new sim cards." The person on the opposite end replied.

Hyun-woo's mouth immediately turned sour after hearing the voice of the woman he hated the most.

"Then maybe that's a sign you should stop calling me, isn't it Kira? And stop calling me that name! I'm Hyun-woo!!" He wanted to throw his phone away at that very instant. Kira laughed mockingly, "Right I forgot you had changed your face and all, to be honest everytime you pick up the phone I almost cut the call thinking it's someone else when I suddenly recall- Ah Jungkook tried so hard to alter his voice, it does sound different I'm telling you."

His eyes got red in rage, "Shut the fuck up woman!" And he immediately blocked her number.

He deeply sighed as he tried to calm down himself. "I really.. really want to destroy my old number.. but.. what if someday Y/N calls me on that number? Will she ever want to get back to the Jungkook she used to know?" His eyes who were once ready to shoot fires were now getting wet.

He sniffed, "But till then I have to be the person she can stay with right now, and even if I need to stay as Hyun-woo for the rest of my life for her, I will." He gulped as he looked at his face in the mirror.

--

Every Thursday you used to go to your dance academy a little bit earlier because of the guy you had a crush on.

Jackson Wang- charming, handsome, kind, lovable and every thing you can ask for a guy to be, most importantly the respect he had for people had won your heart. He is sweet but knows his boundaries, to top it all off, he was the only Chinese in your team who knew fluent Korean so when you were new in China, he had helped you big time with learning Mandarin.

On Thursdays few of the members on your team would solo practice an hour before all of you would dance in groups or duos.

And for the man who had won your heart, arriving a little early in the academy wouldn't hurt that much.. right?

"Hey Y/N I was about to get upset!" Jackson said as he walked beside you to fetch a towel.

"And why is that?" You asked while forwarding him a water bottle. He chuckled as he wiped off his sweat, "I thought you wouldn't come early today."

You scoffed, "Stop that. Don't talk as if you were about to miss me." You teased him. He smiled sweetly, "Of course! Who else tells me which steps do I mess up?"

"Oh my! Just the people I was looking for!" You both stopped talking as soon as you heard your sub-coach Shen Yue chirp through the door. She fixed her glasses as she approached you, "Your head coach Xun had just informed me about the performance for National Winter fest. He asked me to find members for a duet."

Jackson tilted his head, "Isn't the line-up already decided in September for the fest?"

She nodded, "Yes, but one of the members of the duet who were going from different academy had injured their neck, the doctor has suggested them to halt their practice. Therefore they decided for our academy to send our performers' name for the line-up. I was freaking out because you know.. I needed responsible people who can pull off the choreo in a short period of time. Now that I saw you both, I'm more than relieved." She kept her hand on her chest.

You folded your arms, "So you are telling that I and Jackson will perform on a duet in front of the Chinese President? That too within two months from now? You.. are you serious?"

"Obviously girl! I am! As much as it sounds ridiculous or unbelievable, it is true. Therefore now let's get our wheels rolling! I'm sending you the song and the choreos!!" She said as she happily tapped on her phone. "There you go! Check your emails and yes! I'm turning in your names. Gotta go!" She saluted and walked out of the room with quick steps.

"Woah I can't believe this, two years into China and I'm about to realise one of my biggest dreams, this IS INSANE JACKSON WANG!!" You got happy like a puppy that Jackson was ecstatic to see.

"I know right! Okay so let's get started."

--

"Even though you're looking tired than usual.. you seem pretty happy. Whats up Y/N?" Hyun-woo came with two juice packs in his hands and gave one to you.

You had a fond smile on your face, the reason you might look tired was because you had to dance more hours with Jackson than usual, but you also felt lively because.. you had to dance more hours with Jackson than usual.

"What do you mean by happy?" You said while inserting the straw in the juice pack.

"It's just.. I thought you would feel exhausted because of the high school students coming today?" He said while recalling your face you had made the day when he told you about today's event.

You shook your head, "I think that's more the reason why I should stay energetic?! Also thanks for the juice- ah here they come." You walked towards outside where the school bus had arrived and he followed behind.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Y/N and this is.." You looked at Hyun-woo to introduce himself, "And I'm Je-- Uh" He quickly cleared his throat, "I'm Yang Hyun-woo. Nice to meet you everyone." "Nice to meet you too Mr. Yang." The students greeted back in enthusiasm.

You continued, "Alright let us get inside, shall we?" "Yes." They said in unison.

You and Hyun-woo led the line of students and catered to the questions they had in mind when you were explaining about the relics and the historical paintings.

"Okay dear people, this was the end of our journey, does anyone have any questions?" You saw a girl raise her hand at your query.

"Please go ahead." Hyun-woo said. "Uhm.. are you guys together?" Your eyes went wide at the sudden question, "no--"

"Do we look good together?" Hyun-woo cut your response with his absurd question.

The whole class cheered, "Totally."

"You kept looking at her it's so obvious!"

"Why? Aren't you both dating? I totally thought you were!"

You cleared your throat loudly at the responses, "if we don't have anymore questions.. we should get going right?"

--

"Hyun-woo what was with the reaction back there?" You asked him with a frown.

"What? You can't argue that questions like these interests them more. It was a question so I answered." He shrugged off. "Not in the way you should have though." You said as you stormed inside.

He quickly ran up to you and blocked your way, "Y/N can't I have a chance? I can be better than your shitty ex. I can be the perfect man for you." He said with pleading eyes.

You sighed, "What's wrong with you today? Why bring my ex in our conversation? Are you determined to make things awkward between us Hyun-woo?"

"Alright.. okay.. I'm- I'm sorry. I forgot you don't like talking about him."

"That's right. I didn't share my past with you just to be brought up like this again." You said and Jungkook couldn't help but look at your eyes which screamed volumes of hatred for him.

He looked down with a heavy heart, "I got it Y/N."

You sighed, "My job is finished for today, I'll get going." You said as you walked inside to get your bag.

When you came out, you saw the weather get colder than other days. Suddenly you remembered a memory of your past.

The past where Jungkook was still a part of your life, you remembered that day was exceptionally cold in Seoul. Even though you had worn enough layers, the cold kept bothering you and that's when Jungkook came from behind and put his blazer on your back as he hugged you. A hug for warmth.

You shrieked as you felt someone keep something on your back. "Relax, it's just me!" You saw Hyun-woo join your company as you eyed the blazer he gave you.

"What is this?" You asked him while walking.

"A blazer?" He smiled.

"No. I don't need it. You must be feeling cold." You said as you removed the blazer and insisted him to wear it.

"No I'm good." Ugh, you really wanted to smack his attire right on his face- but control Y/N control! You aren't supposed to return people's kindness with a smack.

"Just wear it back while I'm being nice Hyun-woo."

"Look I'm totally fi--" He hicced the moment you got close to him as you made him wear his blazer.

"That's better. Bye then." You said as you went away while Jungkook felt his heart race and cheeks heat up.

"Woah that was.. woah!" He fanned himself while giggling.

--

Jungkook was going crazy in happiness while thinking about today, while he kept making excuses, you stepped closer to him and swayed your arms around him making him almost think that you were hugging him but the moment he could hug back, you stepped back and then he realised what you actually did.

But then suddenly he became gloomy when he remembered about the moment when you told him about his old self when you were talking about your ex.

Even though he was in denial, he wanted to be in denial even though it was as clear as clean water that you were never going to go back to him as Jungkook.

He smacked his lips, he had come to Shanghai a year ago after changing his face and learning Mandarin in advance.. and ever since the beginning he saw that the hatred you had for Jungkook had never changed it's intensity. If anything, he has only seemed that to increase.

He glanced at his phone for a second when he saw someone call on his old phone.

All of a sudden Jungkook felt hope climbing his chest only to be crushed at the sight of an unknown number.

"Kira?" He asked with a poker face.

"Omg! How did you know it was me? By chance were you waiting for my call?" He scoffed. "I guessed that because only you are annoying enough to purchase new sim cards just to bother me." He said while grabbing his forehead.

"Jungkook I have good news--"

"I don't wanna hear your fucking news and AND STOP FUCKING CALLING THAT NAME BITCH" He screamed in anguish as he threw his phone away.

It cracked badly into pieces.

He tried to calm himself down, it was as if a habit of Jungkook to get riled up every time he received a call from Kira. He sighed deeply, "Good riddance. Y/N's not gonna call me anyway. Why bother? It's good now. Kira doesn't even knows my new face. It's all good now." Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned back on his bed and drifted off to sleep.

Kira on the other hand tsked! "He should have atleast heard the good news, now that my father has allowed my remarriage, I mean I will no more be a part of this family so it means the same anyway! Anyways I'll go and find you Jungkook." She had an evil grin as she looked at the photos on her table. A photo of a man working alongside you in a museum and another photo of the same man looking at the scar on his arm in the mirror while talking on the mobile.

A scar that happened because of Kira while they fought before Jungkook went to surgery.

She smirked.

--

While looking at an antique absent-mindedly in the museum, last night's conversation played in your head.

When you were going to bed after a long day, you heard your cell phone ring with an unknown caller id. "Hello?" You picked up.

"Hello Y/N?" The voice made your stomach churn and you closed your fist in anger.

"Kira?"

You heard the woman laugh on the line, "You remember my voice? That's amazing Y/N! "

"Why did you call me?"

She clicked her tongue, "You must hate me.. I know that. Because of me you left the country. My ex-husband is in France I don't know exactly where.. not like I care though--"

"Get straight to the point." You said with a voice devoid of any expression.

She chuckled, "Fine I get it! I am coming to Shanghai tomorrow, let's meet at a place I'll text you later in the morning."

You scoffed in amusement, "What is so important for you to fly till here to tell me in person?"

"I'm not exactly flying for you." She replied.

You sighed, "Is it about your boyfriend?"

"My boyfri- ah at least someone's there who recognizes us as a couple." She said while checking out her manicured nails.

"Look! I'm not interested what you just meant. Just tell me, is it about him? If that's the case then let me save you the trouble, I am NOT interested." You asked her frustrated.

"Is it about him? Well... Maybe? Maybe not? That's for you to decide.. for now I only have this much to say." With that said she cut the call before you could say more.

You let out a groan. "What happened Y/N? Is something bothering you?" Hyun-woo asked you worriedly.

You shook your head, "Nothing."

He folded his arms as he hissed, "No way! something's definitely not right."

You pouted, "It's just, .. a person asked me to meet today."

"A person?" He inquired.

You hummed, "Yeah. They said they'll text me in the morning where to meet, it's almost noon." You told him.

He poked his cheeks inside with his tongue, "Who's this person who got you worried like this? A schoolmate?"

"Just a person I don't like." You said and smiled dryly while you looked at him.

He nodded while trying to recall all the people you had in past you were not fond of. Just then the sound of your phone's notification drew his attention. "Ah, she replied!" You exclaimed.

You quickly unlocked the phone and looked at her text, "Vacant building opposite to East Building. 9 PM. Alright!" You murmured under breath but Jungkook heard your faint voice clearly as he listened with concentration.

Who might it be? Should I go as well? Someone that Y/N doesn't like? This doesn't sound good, I'll follow her just in case. He thought to himself.

--

You looked at the shady place as you got off from the taxi, you were not having a good feeling about this, therefore you were carrying a recorder in your pocket and an inconspicuous camera in your cardigan's buttons and shared your live location with Jackson just in case.

You fixed your skirt one last time while Jungkook watched you from the distance, he knew you too well to know that you were fixing your dress as a way to calm yourself down.

You walked up the stairs to the roof where Kira had decided to meet you.

As you finally reached there, the winds were swooshing crazily as if you would freeze to death.

"What is it that you wanted to tell me?" You asked her.

Kira looked at your face and turned around and started walking towards the railed edge, "I thought you should know about Jungkook." You weren't exactly surprised whom she wanted to talk about but that's none of your business.

Meanwhile Jungkook was just two floors beneath trying to get a good look at the person who had summoned you. His eyes went wide as soon as he got a good look at Kira's face. Blood drained out of his face, did she knew about Jungkook's real identity? Did she call you to expose you?

He can't afford to lose you again, no he can't. Therefore he hurriedly ran up the stairs.

"I'm not interested in knowing about him whatsoever." You said making your words to be heard crystal clear, "You should respect my boundaries Kira. I am already out of both of your lives, why are you dragging the past again?"

She scoffed. "Out of our lives? Are you sure about that?"

"I definitely am." You said with a dead serious face.

"Ah that's what you think! Then let me tell you about the boy who's been following you around like a lovesick puppy. What was his name again? In-soo? Hae-woo? Ah right- Hyun-woo!" She snapped her fingers.

Your eyes went wide and you walked two steps closer towards her, "You really are unbelievable Kira. First Jungkook and now Hyun-woo? Do you have some sort of a fetish of snatching people away?"

She smirked, "I'm not here to snatch anyone, I'm going to tell you something about Hyun-woo--" suddenly you heard someone and you both looked around to see Hyun-woo panting at the door. "It looks like you ran up here. Well we were going to talk about you anyways. You should here it yourself too." She had smirk on her face.

You contorted your eyebrows. "What do you even know about Hyun-woo?"

"Well Hyun-woo isn't really who he seems, isn't it Hyun-woo?" Kira asked him with her left eyebrow raised.

"Shut it Kira!" He screamed.

You looked at him, "You- you knew her?" Jungkook looked at Kira with venom filled gaze.

Her smirk morphed into a wide grin, the ones which tells you the future doesn't look good.

"The truth is Hyun-woo is--" Her sentence got cut off as she saw Jungkook suddenly charging at her with a scream.

Kira gasped and before she could dodge him Jungkook pushed her hard enough causing her to fall off the roof all the way to the ground beneath while you stood there with big eyes traumatized.

Jungkook's breath hitched the moment he heard a loud thud from below. Your eyes filled with tears in absolute fright while Jungkook's hands coulsn't stop shaking.

"H-Hyun woo." You called weakly.

His lips quivered, "I- I didn't mean to kill her Y/N please trust me. I was worried she might say something against me, something which isn't true. Y/N this is not.. this is not how I normally am.. please don't go Y/N, don't leave me please.." He shivered.

You slowly got up on your feet as you collected yourself and walked slowly towards him, "Let's talk tomorrow. I won't report to the police." You said as you turned around, just the way you turned around the night you found him and Kira together for the first time, just the way you had turned around to leave Korea, just like that history repeated itself.

He covered his eyes with his hands as he finally broke down.

--

Jungkook couldn't move an inch last night for six hours straight. After gathering enough courage he went down to hide Kira's body and tried to get rid of every possible evidence.

As promised you hadn't called the police and there was nothing suspicious around him. He felt relieved, like a lot.

"About last night-"

"It's alright, I saw how scared you were. I'm sure there was something she wasn't supposed to say? You normally remain calm and collected, I never saw your that side." You said while looking towards a relic.

He sighed, "You are right actually. But I swear it was on impulse, it all happened in the heat of the moment. I- I- I just-"

"I get it Hyun-woo. Get a grip, you are acting way too suspicious for your own good." You said while frowning.

"Why do you look so calm about all of this though?" He asked curiously, like he knew what kind of a person you were, the way you were behaving was a bit.. not your personality trait?

Or maybe your heart might have hardened over the past two years? He gulped sadly.

"I am trying to distract myself. If I keep thinking what happened last night, I fear I might ruin my performance I have next week."

"Next week?" He looked at you.

You hummed, "I'm about to perform in front of the President, I need to stay strong you see?" You looked at him.

His demeanour completely changed at your sudden revelation, "That's awesome Y/N OH GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME??"

You chuckled while looking the opposite direction as you fished out a invitation ticket from your pocket, "I thought you should come."

Jungkook happily took the ticket, "Of course I will come. This sure made my mood happier. I'll cheer for you Y/N."

You smiled.

--

Jungkook chose the best outfit to wear tonight, you had invited him to China's largest fest, but what was larger was the fact that you had invited him. Doesn't it means that you still see him in a good light?

That he still had a chance with you. That he can still try.

He looked himself proudly at the mirror for the last time before leaving his apartment.

When he reached the venue, the decoration was classic and grand, an entirely open, well and sophisticated space. The event was about to start and he couldn't wait to see you perform.

Everyone cheered at the opening performance and so did he while his eyes eagerly waited for your arrival. It didn't take long as you came up on the stage, he wanted to cheer your name out loud till his lungs would bleed but he stopped as soon as he saw a man standing next to you.

His arm snaked around you.

Deja vú. Jungkook felt pain seeing you dance like this yet again, with another man, it was all repeating again.

He clutched his chest tight and got up from his seat to leave.

He didn't straight go to his house, he decided to wait for you in the parking lot. He had a million things to say, to ask. Did you already forget him? Did you already forgot Jungkook?

Can't you see Hyun-woo right beside you? How can you be so blind? So selfish? He needed an explanation.

When your performance got over Jackson smiled proudly while looking at you, you both achieved a big milestone together and he couldn't wait to propose to you.

"Y/N, I'll be waiting in the backstage." He whispered in your ear.

You smiled and replied to him, "Just coming."

As you tried to look at the area where Hyun-woo's seat was supposed to be present, you felt it weird that he wasn't there. Wasn't he coming? Is he on his way? Did he go home already?

You took out your phone as you searched for Hyun-woo's contact.

"Hyun-woo you didn't come?" You asked while looking here and there for his face.

"I came, I saw your performance, it was great. I'm about to leave now, uh.. would you see me out before I go?" He asked.

"what? I can't hear you due to the loud music, come to the backstage.. let's meet there." You said while remembering Jackson telling you to be present there.

"Oh okay okay!"

---

As Jungkook reached the backstage, he heard someone making out so he started going another direction just when he halted his steps after hearing you moan.

M-moan? He didn't misheard right?

His face became pale as he turned around to go towards the place from where the sound was coming from, it was a dressing room for participants.

He covered his mouth with his palms absolutely horrified when he saw you kissing another man so passionately, his hands were trembling and blood started rising in his head, he could only hear his heartbeat thump in his chest and it looked like he would burst any second.

Just when you opened your eyes, you flinched a bit when you saw Hyun-woo at the door. "Ah Hyun-woo you have been here?"

He looked at you with a twisted gaze, he felt so betrayed, "Y-Y/N?"

You gestured to Jackson and went near Hyun-woo, "Come with me Hyun-woo, I have a present for you."

He followed you to a secluded place until he couldn't control anymore, "Was this the present you were talking about?" He asked you with difficulty as he felt a lump in his throat.

"You look quite upset you know?"

"That's because I fucking am Y/N! I thought we were good together?" He asked you with tears pooling in his eyes.

You hummed while you looked down, "Were we.." You paused for a moment before looking up again in his eyes, "Jungkook?"

Jungkook felt as if he skipped a heartbeat or maybe he had stopped breathing altogether.

"Wha- H-How? Was- was it Kira?" He asked you in absolute horror.

You giggled, "Jungkook! No matter how much a man changes his face or alters his voice.. somethings never change. Remember the time when you said you had allergies from mushrooms? Oh and the old Jungkook I knew had a lip ring, it isn't there now but you keep rolling the lip with the tip of your tongue as a matter of habit."

Jungkook felt like the world was crashing down on him and he would collapse any moment.

"And the way you lend me your blazer that day and so on.. I can give you a list Jungkook because unfortunately we used to date."

"Y/N." The name almost came out as a weak cry of help.

"About your present... you may come in please." You said so as you looked behind Jungkook.

He turned around to see some cops which immediately handcuffed him, he turned towards you, "What kind of present is this Y/N?"

One of the cops stated, "Jeon Jungkook you are under arrest for murder and identity theft. You have the right to remain silent or hire an attorney."

"But I doubt you can win anything with the evidence we have against you Mr. Jeon. " You heard Jackson come from behind you as he put his arms around you.

Jungkook screamed, "I'm being framed, Y'ALL SET THIS UP."

You hushed him as you walked towards him and lean in to whisper in his ears, "I hope you rot in the jail of this foreign land for the rest of your life."

You then stepped back and smiled widely, "How did you like my present?"

--Xoxo

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[staygoldwriting]

Hello! I've been meaning to ask you a request for quite some time now but I am too shy to ask and I don't know how this works...but, if you are still open for request:

Can I get an Eddie X Reader were Eddie knew the reader was shy to ask him to dance either in prom or somewhere else (your choice!) so he took the initiative to do so and when he did as they were dancing Eddie accidentally steps on the reader foot that made her yelp then he apologizes even saying he's not really a dancer and the reader understood even chuckling about it or something. So instead of having the same accident again, Eddie told the reader to step on his shoes and the reader couldn't believe what she's hearing but Eddie reassured him its fine and even winked at her as they continued dancing and talking sweetly ~

That is all and thank uu and it's okay if the request is not open or smth still thank u either way 💖

Hi love!! This is such a cute request! I totally misread it and thought that you wanted the reader to be nervous to ask Eddie to prom in general (not just to dance), so I gave some extra info if that's okay 🙊 I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: None, fluff as always!

Word count: ~2k

For @murnsondock ❤️

🌸 Fools in Love

“Ugh, Y/N, why are you dragging me to this?” Eddie complained as you held his arm, guiding him into the gym.

“I know basketball sucks and all that, but we have to support Lucas!” you argued. “He’s a member of Hellfire and he’s our friend.”

“Our friend who’s gone to the dark side,” Eddie grumbled, but you laughed.

“Oh, come on, it’s not gonna be that bad. Here, let’s go sit up there,” you said, pointing to the bleachers far up. 

“Okay, but first, I’m getting something to eat. Want anything?”

“Sure, can you get me a soda please? Here’s some money,” you said, holding out a couple dollars.

“Don’t worry about it, I got you,” Eddie smiled. 

As you waited for Eddie to return, you spied Lucas on the court and cheered. He was doing well so far, but it was obvious that he wasn’t yet a team favorite. Jason, on the other hand, was flouncing around like he was king of the world, which made you feel disgusted. You two used to be friends, but by the time middle school ended, he had left his quiet, kind persona in exchange for popularity and a “jerk badge,” as you called it. He hardly acknowledged you except when he cruelly teased you for becoming a “freak” like Eddie, your new best friend. It was baffling to you how someone could remain so immature and become so rotten. 

“Hey, why the face?” Eddie said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking about Jason,” you explained, crinkling your face at the thought of him.

“Ah, that’ll do it,” Eddie chuckled. “Here’s your soda.”

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

You watched the game and occasionally chatted with Eddie, trying your best to enjoy yourselves. Lucas was eventually put back on the bench, so most of your attention was now on Eddie. That was, until the cheer break. You and Eddie watched in disgust as Jason sauntered up to the middle of the court, a fake smile across his face, holding a microphone.

“Good evening, everyone,” he smiled insincerely. “Me and the guys wanted to take this opportunity to ask some very special girls a very special question.”

In unison, the boys walked towards a line of the cheerleaders, then presented basketballs that had “PROM?” written on them in neon writing. As the girls giggled and accepted, you could hear Eddie make puking noises.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “How lame is that? Who wants to be asked to prom, anyway?”

He looked over at you for support, but was instead surprised to see a sad look on your face, gazing at all the happy couples below. He nudged you lightly, looking at you with concern.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to shake off your sadness. “It is super lame,” you tried to laugh, but Eddie could tell you felt otherwise. 

“Do you want to go?” Eddie asked quietly.

“What? To prom? I mean, I don’t know, I guess I should, but bothering with a date and all is just… you know. And I don’t want to go alone because then everyone will think I’m some sort of weirdo. But if I ask anyone, then they’ll say ‘Oh, that Y/N is so desperate that she asked him to prom! I can’t believe he’d say yes to that freak!’ and whatnot.”

“Any guy would be a fool to say no to you, Y/N L/N,” Eddie said, throwing an arm around you sympathetically. 

🌸

When you arrived at school the next morning, you saw Eddie waiting for you by your locker. You smiled brightly at him, walking a little faster to meet him. 

“Mornin’,” he smiled.

“Good morning,” you said. “What’s up? I’m surprised you’re here this early.”

“Oh, you know, I had some things to take care of,” Eddie said nonchalantly. 

“Oh?” you raised your eyebrows. “What things?”

“Things,” Eddie shrugged, then stepped away from your locker so you could open it. As you did so, flowers flowed out of your locker, spilling onto your feet. You gasped in awe as you picked them up, then looked up at Eddie.

“Eddie, what is this?” you asked, laughing and blushing wildly.

“Y/N, I said any guy would be a fool to say no to you,” he started, blushing, “but any guy would also be a fool to not ask such a beautiful girl like you to prom. So,” he pulled out a bouquet filled with the same flowers from behind his back, “Y/N, will you go to prom with me?”

“Are you serious?” you replied, a few happy tears gathering in your eyes.

“Of course,” Eddie said, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re the only person I’d want to go with, honest.”

“You’re the only person I’d want to go with,” you smiled. “I was just too afraid to ask you.”

“I had a feeling,” Eddie chuckled. “So? Whadya say? Will you prom-ise to be my date?”

“You’ve been hanging out with Dustin too much,” you giggled. “But yes, I can’t think of a better person to go with, and that’s not a compromise.”

“Great!” he said, handing you the flowers and giving you a hug. “Do you mind?” he asked, pointing at your cheek. You shook your head, and he gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for asking me,” you said softly.

“Of course,” he smiled. “But hey, no powder-blue tux for me, okay?”

“Darn, there goes my plan,” you chuckled, hugging him again. 

🌸

“You look so pretty,” Max said as she sat on your bed. You had met her through Lucas, and you two soon became as close as sisters. She had come over a few hours before to help you get ready for the big night, and to also catch up.

“Aw, thank you, Max,” you said, turning around to smile at her.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I wish freshmen could go,” she admitted. 

“I know, I agree! You and Lucas would be so cute together,” you smiled, making Max playfully groan. “Can you help me with these please?” 

“Yeah yeah,” she laughed as she fastened your gold bracelet and necklace. 

“One day,” you said, putting on your gold hoops. “But for now, I’ll have to tell you everything afterward. I’m sort of nervous, to be honest.”

“I get it, but there’s no need! I mean, you’ll be with Eddie, right?”

“Right.”

“And you look amazing,” she giggled.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, smoothing your dark blue dress. “The sleeves aren’t too puffy, right?”

“Not at all, and it helps that it’s off-the-shoulder,” Max said, then glanced over her shoulder. “Looks like he’s here,” she smirked.

“Oh, gosh!” you said, suddenly feeling a rush of nervousness. “How does he look?”

“Really good,” she chuckled. “I can’t believe it! No holes in his pants, his hair is combed, and no denim in sight.”

You nodded quickly as you felt yourself blushing. You took one last look in the mirror, then turned back to Max.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

You walked downstairs with Max close behind you. Eddie was already inside, talking to your mom, both of them smiling. Your parents knew Eddie pretty well, and you considered yourself lucky that they didn’t buy into the whole “D&D is evil” lie. They genuinely liked him. 

“Hey, honey,” your mom smiled. “Look at you!”

You smiled at her, then saw Eddie, who had turned to face you. He was gazing at you lovingly, his eyes wide and sparkling, his mouth open and forming into a soft smile, his cheeks a soft pink. He closed his mouth quickly, clearing his throat, then gave you his hand to take the last step down.

“You look so beautiful,” he breathed softly, making you blush. 

“You look quite handsome yourself,” you smiled. 

“Oh, this is for you,” he said, presenting a corsage with a dark red rose. You extended your hand as he slipped it on carefully, holding your hand after to admire it. Your dad rushed to grab the camera, taking pictures. 

“Thank you, it’s lovely,” you smiled. “I have your boutonniere over here,” you said, grabbing it from the counter. You tried your best to pin it in place, but it kept falling and staying crooked. As you kept fidgeting with it, Eddie held your hand and chuckled softly.

“It’s okay, it looks better that way,” he said, smiling sweetly. 

“I agree,” you replied, then took a deep breath. “Shall we?”

Eddie held his arm out for you, beaming.

“We shall.”

🌸

The music was blaring as you and Eddie entered the gym. Tons of couples had already gathered on the dancefloor, dancing close enough to look like one person. You walked with Eddie to grab some punch, and you two stood together for a bit in silence, just looking around the room and taking in the sights.

“Do you wanna dance?” Eddie asked.

“Oh, sure! I didn’t know if you wanted to,” you replied shyly.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be prom without a dance or two,” Eddie smirked, holding a hand out to you. 

You walked out onto the dancefloor, Eddie’s hand in yours. He placed his other hand around your waist, pulling you in close, and you laid a hand on his shoulder. You two swayed back and forth to “Faithfully” by Journey. You looked up at Eddie, who was staring at you tenderly. He smiled softly and began to lean in when you winced in pain.

“Ouch!” you said, hopping on one foot.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, I am so sorry! I don’t dance very often, I didn’t mean to step on you,” Eddie apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s alright,” you said, smiling softly. “I’m not much of a dancer myself, so it could be my fault for all we know.”

“It wasn’t, I’m sure of it,” Eddie said. “You’re so graceful.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “I’m good to keep dancing if you are.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie said, then looked back at you with a wide smile. “Take your shoes off.”

“What?” you laughed.

“Take your shoes off, please,” Eddie laughed. “It’ll be better if you stand on my feet so I don’t step on you again, but you can’t with those on,” he said with fake horror, staring at your high heels. 

“Are you positive?” you asked, unsure.

“Absolutely,” Eddie affirmed. 

You smiled as you ran off to stash your shoes in a corner. Skipping back, you wrapped your arms around Eddie again and delicately put your feet on top of his. You looked up at him to make sure he was okay, but his smile was constant and genuine.

“There we go. Now I won’t step on you! Got a good grip?”

“I think so,” you smiled, holding him a little tighter. 

As you started to move together, you both giggled at how ridiculous you must look, but you didn’t care. Spending this time with Eddie was so precious, and you loved that you could share this moment with him. 

“You know, I’ve never been to prom before,” he said.

“Really? Never?” you asked in disbelief.

“Never,” he said, shaking his head and smiling.

“Why not?”

“Well, I’ve never had a beautiful date like you before,” Eddie said slyly, yet still blushing.

“What a line, Munson! And you know you could’ve asked me last year.”

“We were just children then! Now, we’re adults,” he winked. 

“I guess so,” you sighed, then looked back up at him. 

“Are you having fun?” he asked you.

“Yes. Thanks for asking me to prom,” you said, leaning closer to him.

“Thanks for saying yes,” he chuckled.

“Oh, please,” you said, “any girl would be a fool to say no to you, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked at you as he leaned in, kissing your cheek. He looked back at you, then began to lean in to kiss your lips as you closed the gap between you two. You felt him smile into the kiss, and your heart felt light as you pulled away to admire Eddie under the colored lights.

“We should dance more often,” you smiled.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Eddie replied, dipping you. 

🌸 I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, please show love and support 💕

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[alienssstufff]

Any predictions/secret theories for future Qsmp lore? Personally I love trying to imagine what the eggs' dragon mom is gonna be like (IF she even exists at all....that's one of my theories lmao)

ówò That the thing- the more this goes on the less I believe she’s even real , or the eggs are even organic for that matter. I mean naturally all eggs in general are easy to break - but it’s interesting how after the 30th when they were supposed to die they left with nothing but a crack. If they were actually eggs it would be difficult to keep their shells in one piece - more like broken equipment than a shell. (SOMETHING on the 30th tried shutting the eggs down but another force stopped them)

My prediction is that the eggs are robots issued by the Federation to (unknowingly) watch over the residents. Quackity mentioned smth abt the psychology of the egg event which got me thinking that maybe the personalities of the eggs are learning AI’s who are keep the parents emotionally attached to the island. As they are self learning AI, the eggs grow and are influenced by the parents but aren’t self-aware they are being used— unless if the parent exposes their kid to the secrets of the island and said AI start to put the pieces together: q!Maxo and qTrump. I don’t think qTrump died to ‘neglect’ but he was shut down by the federation bc they were getting a little too close to the truth, hence Maxo’s and qTrump’s 5min convo at the funeral - this being qTrump (a egg who formed a friendship with his parent) last ditch effort into helping Maxo before he is discontinued. Eggs ‘die’ when they are of no use or potentially harm the Federation. The eggs don’t know about this plan not only to better sell the role but to make sure no secrets (like what qTrump said) are leaked to the residents.

This also explains why the event organisers were so adamant in keeping the eggs ‘alive’, they may be robots but they are fragile and carry valuable information (footage to keep watching the residents). Not to mention how Q!Quackity’s final farewell to Tilin kept getting interrupted - the Federation still needed the body to get info probably and destroying it means losing all that intel and also Q!Quackity’s means on staying on the island.

More dots, JuanaFlippa is an interesting case as well bc of the conversation q!Maxo had with Cucurucho. While Angel!Rubius made a deal with q!Slime to ‘bring her case up with the Divine Court to revive her’, Cucurucho tells q!Maxo not to believe Rubius’ words on that- and that it was the Federation that brought JuanaFlippa back to life -> the Federation repairing JuanaFlippa.

As for the future… I’m not sure - nothing lasts forever and eventually this will have to stop ó_ò,,, ngl I do hope at least something mandatory happens soon I worry it’ll overstayed it’s welcome and getting a bit samey — especially for those who don’t have a kid to look after I want to them to have a reason to log on again u_u

#ask stufff #stufff rambles #qsmp #long post #(didn’t mean to make it wordy #I wanted to put together these thoughts for myself too >u<)

[myreygn]

omg hi since fic rqs are open, can i request lee!camilo from encanto? the ler can be your choice^^ i’m excited to see what you come up with!

show yourself!

summary: Camilo has the audacity to hide Mirabel's knitting materials and disguise himself as Isabella to avoid the consequences. And he would've gotten away with it, if only he hadn't made one small mistake.

an: sorry this took so long and i hope you see and like it anon, thank you sm for requesting smth!

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Of course it had only been a matter of time until Mirabel would discover her missing knitting materials, but Camilo had honestly hoped he would get some more than just twenty seconds to hide them. But no, of course luck just wasn’t on his side today. He gulped when he heard his cousin barge through her door upstairs and quickly hid his loot in one of the huge plant things Isabella had put all over the house, then he made his way to the living room, trying to figure out an escape plan.

His steps caused a loud echo and Camilo flicked his fingers against the wall. "Casita! Sht! You'll give me away!"

The wall's stones made a few click sounds, as if the house snickered, then the door flew open and a furious Mirabel Madrigal came storming into the room.

"Isa! Have you seen Camilo?!"

"No, I haven't." Camilo thanked all the gods there were that he had had the presence of mind to transform himself into someone else and throw himself onto the sofa, grabbing the nearest book. 'A Guide To Local Healing Plants'... whatever, this would do. "Can't you see I'm busy, Mira? Next time better think twice before barging into a room like that, people live here!"

"Jeesh, alright, I'm sorry. Tell me when you see him, okay?" Mirabel made her way towards the exit and Camilo allowed himself a celebratory cheer on the inside - then his cousin froze in her tracks and turned around, her eyes narrowed and hands on her hips in that wonderfully reproachful manner she must've picked up from Abuela. Without even realizing what exactly it was, Camilo knew that he had made a mistake and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His cheer had probably jinxed it.

“Actually, I don’t think we’re done here just yet.” An undeniable sense of nervosity arose in Camilo when Mirabel came over to stand in front of the sofa and stare him down. It took all of his nerve to not drop the annoyed facade of his oldest cousin. “Are you 100% sure that you’re Isa?”

“What the hell are you on about- of course I am!”

“Let me be a little more specific for you. Are you 100% sure that you are, inside and outside, my older sister Isabella Madrigal?”

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I actually have something to do here, so I’d really appreciate it if you left me, Isabella, alone! Because yes, I am 100% sure!” Fairly pleased with his performance, Camilo returned his gaze to the book in his hands, only to be interrupted once more when Mirabel leaned forward and right into his personal space.

“The thing is just, I’m finding it very hard to believe you.” A truly terrifying smirk appeared on her face, making Camilo shiver. “There are only three people in this entire family who call me Mira, and rest assured, dear cousin, Isabella is not one of them.”

Camilo knew that this was probably the point at which he should just drop the act and confess, but when has Camilo Madrigal ever backed down from an acting challenge? “Can’t I even call my sister Mira when I feel like it?”

“Oh, you wanna play? Alright, we’ll play.” With that, Mirabel’s hands latched onto his sides, squeezing and drawing a surprised shriek from Camilo. Shit. “I promise you, you won’t be able to hold this mask for much longer! I know all of your tickle spots and we’ll just go through them, alright? Are we on the same page?”

Despite the giggles spilling out of his mouth, Camilo somehow still found the composure to get cocky with her. “Ihi dohon’t know how Cahamilo’s spots ahare gonnaha be ohof use for yohou! Ihi’m ohobviously nohot Cahamiloho!”

“Yet you’re laughing, even though Isa’s not that ticklish on her sides.”

Camilo was very much aware that Mirabel had the upper hand, but he was determined to not give her the satisfaction of exposing him just yet. “I aham Isahaha, stahahapt tahalkihing to mehe ahas if Ihi’m nahat hehere!”

“Sure… let’s go on to the next spot then. If I recall correctly, Isa is very ticklish riiiight… here!” Mirabel lifted her eyebrows at the burst of laughter that exploded from Camilo’s mouth. “Oha, seems like you’re too!”

“Behecahahahause Ihihi’m-”

“You’re not, stop pretending.” Mirabel grinned as she wiggled her fingers into the spaces between his ribs. (Why couldn’t his sensitivities and ticklishness also change when he put on a different exterior?! Isabella was not nearly half as ticklish as himself, everything would be so much easier!) “I can tell, because Isa is very ticklish there, but Camilo is veeery ticklish there. Just make this easier for both of us and show yourself!”

“Ihi dohon’t knowhow whahahat yohou’re tahahalkihing ahabout…”

“Oh, you will!” Mirabel’s grin turned wicked. “Let’s see… there’s one more spot we could go to.” Gosh, if that wasn’t unsettling. Camilo squawked when his cousin pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, facing his legs. He couldn’t even kick properly in Isabella’s stupid dress! “Any last words, Camilo?”

“Y-you wihish!”

“Alright, that’s it.”

All of Camilo’s intentions to keep his act up as long as possible flew right out the window when Mirabel squeezed both of his knees at the same time. He didn’t even notice the transformation back into his own body; at this point he was shrieking at the top of his lungs, banging his fists on the couch and fighting for his bare survival.

“There you are!” Mirabel had turned around to grin down at him, all while not stopping her assault on his poor knees for one second. “I knew you were in there! Now, where did you put my knitting stuff?”

“IHI- I- GAHAHA MIHIRAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, okay.” She slowed down a little. “So?”

“Ihi- ihit’s in thahahat plahant ohover theheheAAAHAHA NAHAHA! IHI TAHAHALD YOHOU WEHEHERE IHI PUHUT IHIT- STAHAHAHAP!”

“Nah.” Mirabel gave him another little smirk before turning back to focus on his knees again. “I think you kinda deserve to go through this a little bit longer.”

#rey writes #tword fic #encanto #encanto (disney) #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #ticklish!camilo #lee!camilo #ler!mirabel #isabella makes a guest appearance if you squint lol

[proteuus]

oliver is not here. will is not here. chloe is not here. so why am Eye here

#💔 #Charlotte is here she has curly brown hair and she is very pretty and frightening #AND her name is Charlotte which really adds to that vibe #she is very nice to me but in a suspicious sort of manner #warming station is easy but i have to bring everything to charlotte zone after it is warmed and either i have to be in her way #and put it on the counter myself #or interrupt what shes doing to tell her that i left smth for her to put on the counter #it is not a big deal and she says thank u every time i bring her smth but i am frightened

[illegal-spiegel]

Can you please do headcannons about Spike Spiegel with his pregnant girlfriend? We know it’s bound to happen with him 👀

Oh boy here we go-

Part 1? 👀

Warnings: mentions of spice but nothing too bad, mentions of Spike's past but I made it up (cause I couldn't find anything actually confirmed about it other than what is said in the anime), use of she/her pronouns along with feminine terms

why am I getting the feeling that it's an accident and he didn't mean to get you pregnant? 😭

probably forgets to bring a condom ONE TIME and swears up and down his "pull out game is strong"

and yet here you two are 😭😭😭

nah I'm jk

well, not at the forgetting a condom part

but the pull out game thing

he obvi wouldn't try convincing you to do smth you don't wanna do (definitely gives you the look™️ and wiggles his brows and smirks and says smth about bare backing and-)

okay so MAYBE you two were into it

yeah well now you're paying the price, you horny fiends

you're very nervous to even tell him about it

seeing as how he has mega trust issues from *cough* past relationships *cough*

he probably isn't the type to date

so, if this happens when the two of you aren't even an item

you're shaking in your boots

ofc, if you're dating it's a little easier, but still hard

engaged or married is easy peasy tho dw

let's focus back on the not even dating part tho (and maybe dating depending on how long it's been in the relationship)

he probably wouldn't even find out about it from you directly

he would probably overhear you gossiping to Faye or consulting Jet about what you should do (Faye says you don't need no man cause you're a strong independent woman who can raise a baby on her own) (Jet says raising a kid can be hard and, if possible, you should rely on Spike, and he knows for a fact that Spike would be a man and help you)

honestly knowing Spike, he hears that he's going to be a fucking dad and he kinda just

bolts

oops?

when everyone on the Bebop finds out he left

it's no surprise that you have a meltdown

I mean, your hormones being all out of wack doesn't help at all

so, you lock yourself up in your room and worry everyone to death

Jet, of course, tries to contact Spike and track him down

Faye is cursing him every other second and swearing 'when she gets her hands on him she's gonna murder him'

but it appears he just fell off the map

no one knows where he went

don't worry tho (Y/n) bc our hero comes back <3

he was only gone a day or two thankfully, but ugh you stupid man you shouldn't have left in the first place

when he steps back onto the Bebop, many things happen at once

Faye starts screaming at him and goes to fight him, Jet instantly holds her back but is giving him the Disappointed Dad Look™️, Ein is barking his head off, and you're just gaping at him like a fish out of water

he literally doesn't even react to any of it, doesn't even bat an eye

he just walks over to you and gives you the softest, guiltiest look you've ever seen from him

"Can we talk, (Y/n)? Alone?" he asks softly

with him being closer to you now, you can see the bags under his eyes

"Um, sure," you squeak out before standing up

your heart skips a beat when he takes ahold of your hand to lead you away

"Faye, it's fine," you say as you pass her, giving her a reassuring look with a smile

she stops mid-kick towards him (where Jet is still holding her back) to look at you

she huffs and nods her head, lowering her foot back to the ground

Spike leads you to his room and closes the door behind him, locking it for extra precaution so that your conversation won't be interrupted by an angry Faye or a disappointed Jet

you instantly take a seat on his bed, remembering all the times you've been in this room

each time you've been in this room, talking wasn't exactly the goal

you feel...awkward

especially since he's just standing by the door, refusing to look at you

"So..." you start, hoping to give him a nudge

you outta yell at him until his ears bleed for how he left things

but honestly?

you kinda understand

sure, it hurt that he left, but if someone suddenly sprang on you that your whole life was going to change

you'd freak out too

plus, you know his history

so it's no surprise he reacted the way he did

he and commitment have been beefin for years

"Look, I'm sorry for leaving like that. I just..." he trails off, sighing as he runs his hands through his fluffy hair

it looks messier than usual, almost like he's been tugging at it relentlessly

"Spike, it's okay. I understand. I'm still mad at you, but I get it," you reassure, clasping your hands into your lap

he sighs in relief at that part, finally bringing his gorgeous eyes to yours

he opens his mouth to say more but you quickly intervene

"Listen, Spike. I don't expect you to help out. I know you have your whole "I hate kids, animals, and women" thing, so I won't make you have to put up w-"

"Can I talk?" he asks

he doesn't say it in a rude way, if anything, his face is scrunched up like he's in pain

"Yeah, sorry. Sure," you apologize, nodding your head to give him the metaphorical floor

you watch him take a deep breath, his strong chest expanding with the air

"I left to go clear my head. I didn't want to have to think things over with your puppy dog eyes always staring at me, with Jet's dad voice always lecturing me, with Ein giving me the stink eye as he camps out at your feet or in your lap, with Faye...being Faye. I just...I needed to think."

you nod your head in understanding, remaining quiet so he could finish what he had to say

"At first, I thought there's no way I could be a father. I mean, I don't even know the first thing about being a dad! But then..." he trails off once more

you, again, stay silent, giving him an encouraging nod

he closes his eyes for a moment

when he opens them, he suddenly looks determined

he walks over to you and kneels on the ground before you, his hands going to your knees

"But then...I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everywhere I went. It didn't matter where because there you were. Always there. In the bar? I remember the time you smashed a bottle over a bounty's head. In the Swordfish? I remember the times I taught you to fly her. In the fucking men's restroom, I imagine your sweet face covered in my cum after I came all over it."

you blush at the last part, not expecting things to take such a dirty turn

but of course they did. It's Spike you're talking about

"Shuddup," you grumble, smacking his chest with a shy smile

he grabs your hand as it hits his chest though, squeezing that hand as he looks up at you

"God, and that smile, it makes me weak. You make me weak. I used to hate having weaknesses, it's why I distance myself from everyone and everything. But then you—you—wiggled your way right into my cold, dead, black heart and decided to make yourself at home."

you want to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment but you can't bring yourself to look away from his eyes

his eyes are bearing into your very soul, his brown eyes making you feel things that only he can make you feel

"Spik-"

"What I'm trying to say is...I love you. I'm willing to try to make this work if you are. That kid brewing inside of you is mine and I don't want them growing up without a father like I did."

you're flabbergasted, to say the least

"But what about Jul-"

"To hell with her! I don't care about her or what she did to me! I care about you! I want you! I want to live in the here and now and have a baby with the woman I love."

you blame the hormones on the way he has you crying with joy

because you're so emotional though, you can't speak

so, he starts to fear that maybe he made a mistake, maybe you don't want him to be the father of your child, maybe you don-

oh, just kidding. You're kissing him now

you two share a passionate kiss before pulling away, chests rising and falling quickly

"I love you too," you whisper reassuringly before giving him another kiss. "I can't wait for this journey we're about to take." Another kiss. "This means so much to me." Is that another kiss I see? "I can't thank you enough." You guessed it, another kiss.

he has to stop kissing you from how much he's smiling

"Don't thank me. Even if I didn't want to be active in the kid's life, I was still going to help you. I'm not the kind of man who just pumps and dumps."

your nose wrinkles at his words, but you smile and nod nonetheless

you then can't help but to give the man you love another kiss

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[calehenituse-brainrot]

A Drink By The Fountain

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

A conversation about his looks turned into something that had you talking about your worth in your previous world and the world you're in currently. Cale listens.

the existential crisis fanfic i promised lol. this deff got personal.

i tried to take the concept of transported!reader into a more emotional depth and idk if i did well enough

and, warning? this is long as fuck. please tell me if i should put a warning on this fic because i lowkey feel like it should have a warning for smth.

also, reading through everyone's nice comments and the messages that you guys left in my inbox made me cry - you guys are so nice and supportive 😭💗 i really hope you guys don't mind me coming back with this kind of fanfic lol

The Henituse duchy holding an event like a ball was something no noble in the Roan kingdom wanted to miss, so when Duchess Violan had sent out invitations, everyone quickly began to prepare for the big day. Some had even asked for an invitation to the ball, which made the event bigger than originally planned.

‘There’s so many people in here,’ Cale thought to himself, escaping to the balcony where he can find some sense of peace and quiet for the first time that night.

As the eldest son from the Henituse duchy, he had to appear here tonight. Everyone had flocked him the moment he had entered and with the temporary help of the Duchess, he managed to only hold conversations with a couple of people he finds not so insufferable.

As he took a sip of his wine, he thought how even though he thought the event was suffocating, everything was quite nice. ‘[Name] must’ve put in a lot of work.’

You had volunteered to help out the Duchess and Basen to held the ball and Cale had let you. You were skilled in arranging events and taking care of paperwork – high school and college experiences of joining organizations, you explained to him once – so he had told the Duchess to trust your work.

You’ve been busy, to the point he had barely seen you for the last couple of days. In fact, he doesn’t think he’d seen you at all today aside from when he first entered the ballroom – you had been there to greet him and Choi Han but then had disappeared to God knows where.

And as if the heavens heard his thoughts, Cale saw you.

The balcony he was standing at was facing the extravagant garden of the Henituse duchy, where he can see you were talking to a nobleman he had never seen before – maybe he has, who knows? The guy wasn’t important.

What’s important was that you were talking to the man with a smile, but from the years of knowing you, he can see the smallest of frowns on your eyebrows. Your hands were positioned in front of your chest, a thing you always do whenever you talk to someone you didn’t feel comfortable with. You never realized you did it, but he did.

‘Is that guy bothering her?’ Thought Cale, tilting his head.

With not much thought, winds began swirling around his feet. His reddish-brown eyes trained themselves on you as he flew from the balcony and down to the stone paths of the garden, his landing soft as always.

“Oh.” You noticed him almost immediately. Perhaps you had even seen him before he landed. That was something he was always sure of – that you’d always look at him the moment he was around as if you can always feel his presence. The smile on your face looked relieved. “Cale.”

At the mention of Cale’s name, the nobleman turned around just as Cale approached the two of you, nodding his head to you before asking, “It’s not good for you to go out without a shawl.”

You smiled. “It’s fine. I’ll survive.”

Cale nodded and his eyes turned to the stiff nobleman who’s standing in-between you and him. “I apologize. Did I interrupt something important?”

The nobleman snapped back to reality and then gestured to you, speaking in a rather anxious tone. “Y-You see, Sir, I was asking Miss [Name] if she would like to have tea at my estate tomorrow—”

“That won’t do,” Cale cuts him off nonchalantly. “She’ll be too tired tomorrow after working tonight.”

The nobleman’s face brightened up, thinking Cale was trying to help him to get you to visit his estate. “Then, what of next week?”

“That won’t do either,” Cale answered. “She promised me that she’ll be taking care of some things in my place.”

“T-then—”

“Then it seems she won’t have the time to visit you in the near future,” Cale cuts him off again. “Well then, now that that’s settled, you can go back to the hall now.”

Cale stared at the nobleman, waiting for the man to say something stupid but receiving Cale’s blank stare was enough for him to finally back down and turn around, glancing at you hesitantly and when he received Cale’s stare again, he bowed and then hurried back to the hall.

“Thank you for that.” You sighed in relief as you both watch the nobleman leave. “He kept pestering me all night.”

“Not surprising,” Cale mumbled as he turned to look at you, noting the worn-out look on your face and how your hair didn’t look as kept as it was before. Even so, you look absolutely breathtaking in such a simple red-black dress that Cale thought that half of the men in the hall must be crazy if they didn’t give you a second glance when you pass by.

You were wearing a black top with a poet sleeve and a high neck cut, adorned with a red bowtie and golden accessories. The black top was tucked underneath your slightly puffy red long skirt that fell around your ankles, showing the black heels you had on. (x)

“Are you okay?” He asked. He sees you hesitate to answer and when you gave him a tight smile, he knew he shouldn’t believe the next thing that would slip from between your lips.

“I’m fine,” you told him, voice timid and a bit raspy.

“What are you doing here?” He asks again. “Shouldn’t you be inside? The night is cold.”

“I’ll be fine,” you told him. You then glanced around the garden for a minute to make sure you were alone before you placed your hand in his shoulder and cup his ear, whispering, “Actually, I have a reason why I’m here.”

Cale raised an eyebrow at you when you release him. You looked around again before grabbing his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling him to your side. “Come on.”

Cale, slightly intrigued, decided to follow you to the inner garden.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Duchess Violan watches from the balcony where Cale had just stood mere minutes ago, eying you pulling Cale to the inner part of the garden with a grin on your face while Cale followed you.

‘Hm, I see,’ she thought, turning around and walking back into the party, no longer worried where her son might be. ‘To think he’d immediately drive away a nobleman who was talking to her…’

She had been looking for you and Cale a few minutes ago because it’s been a while since you both appeared in the hall. She had looked into the balcony first because she had seen Cale escape to the balcony a few minutes ago and was greeted with the sight of Cale and the nobleman talking while you stand and watch them.

In her eyes, it had looked like her son and that nobleman was fighting over you.

Arriving next to a bush in the inner garden, Cale watched as you crouched and then dug your hand inside of it with not much thought. As your hand work on finding the item you were looking for, you spoke to the red-head in nonchalance, “By the way, I don’t think I’ve seen you fed any sweets to Raon tonight.”

“It’s because he’s not here,” Cale answered you.

You blinked in surprise. “Really? That’s a surprise.”

“You said the ball is going to last until late at night,” Cale continued, sipping the wine from his glass as he waits for you to be done with your mini hunt. “Kids should be sleeping around this time.”

You laughed, finger grazing over the hard surface of the item you had hidden there. Wrapping your hands around the thinner part of it, you pull your hand out of the bushes and showed it to Cale.

“Oh.” Cale stared at the bottle of wine in your hand, wondering since when were you able to hide that in the bushes. ‘Probably before the ball started,’ he thought.

You speak as you reached into the pocket of your dress – Cale remembered you telling him that you had asked for a few small modifications for the dresses that you wear and to think that one of them was to add a pocket made him grin a little bit.

“I wanted to drink straight from the bottle but I was a bit anxious over getting caught.” You pulled out a glass wine from your pocket – must’ve been a lot of space in there – and showed it to Cale. The wine glass had napkins covering the rim and the inside of it, making sure it stayed clean.

You nod your head at the fountain, grinning widely at him. “Are you up for a drink by the fountain?”

Cale tucks one hand into his pocket, staring at your smiling face under the bright moonlight. Despite wearing such dark clothes, you managed to have the brightest face in the hall earlier and now even though exhaustion was clear on your face, you still managed to capture the hearts of the many visiting noblemen.

Cale feels the corner of his lips twitching up. Who was he to deny such a tempting offer from you?

“Sure,” he answered, moving his glass in circular motion to swirl the wine inside. “I’ve prepared my own.”

You giggled a bit. “Wow, aren’t we lucky tonight?”

Cale watched you walk up to the fountain, taking off your heels on the way, giggling as if you’ve already been drinking all night long but he can tell that you were as sober as he was. You sat down on the stone fountain, placing your heels by your side and patting the spot next to you.

Cale took his place beside you, watching you wipe down your glass with the napkin. As you were wiping the rim of the glass, you asked him, “What do you think of the party?”

There was no sense of anxiety or anticipation from your voice. You were confident with the work you’ve had done and was merely making small talk with Cale. The red-head disliked small talk and preferred talking right to the point, but he was willing to entertain you for a few moments.

“You did a great job,” he complimented you earnestly. “My mother has been talking endlessly about how good you are at doing the duties that were given to you.”

“Thank you,” you answered him, smiling cheerfully. Compliments weren’t always needed, but it always made you feel better. Appreciated.

“By the way—” You began to pour wine into your glass, filling it until it was half-full before placing the bottle down on the ground, not wanting it to accidentally fall into the fountain. “There were so many noble ladies asking for you. You’re not planning to dance with at least one of them?”

You glanced at him as you sip your wine. Cale gave you a look as if you had just asked him to go to the nearby temple and devote himself to the God of Death. “Why would I do that?”

You laughed. “Right. You don’t like that type of thing.”

“Also, it’s so weird how they only began to pursue Cale after you’ve…” You glanced around the fountain and then dropped your voice into a whisper, “possessed him.”

“What do you mean?” asked Cale, raising an eyebrow. He’s still a trash young master, isn’t he? It’s just the people around him that are weird. He hunched down so he could place his elbows on his slightly spread knees, tilting his head up a bit so he could see your face.

You took a few gulps of your wine, licking your lips right after. Cale’s reddish-brown eyes followed your tongue as it glides across your lips, smudging the lipstick you had on. He sipped his own wine, watching you use your thumb to wipe some drops that had fell to your lower lip. Your thumb smudges your lipstick to the side a bit.

“Cale Henituse is a handsome man,” you began, filling your glass again. Cale tilted his glass a bit, letting you fill his glass as well and you continue, “I’ve met a lot of girls who dates good-looking men looking with the personality of wet cigarettes. Or they’re just straight up trash. The wet and rotting kinds.”

Cale scrunches his nose a bit hearing that and you laughed. “Yeah, they’re unpleasant people. Some of the reason why those girls stay varies. The sex could be amazing, he’s only nice to them, or they think they can change the man. Or they’re just in too deep.”

‘This is a strange conversation,’ Cale thought for a moment. He never thought he’d ever hear a woman younger than him in this world so easily brings up sex into the conversation. But then again, you weren’t from this world. ‘Is she the type to get melancholy when drunk?’

“It’s odd to me how Cale Henituse wasn’t a popular bachelor,” you told him as he took a few gulps of his wine. “He’s a good-looking man with a good physique. He might not get to be the heir for his family but they’re very rich. You can live lavish with the man’s wealth.”

“Maybe they want the noble title,” Cale murmured, picking up the bottle of wine and pouring some of the liquid into his glass. “I’m pretty sure they love that type of thing.”

You grinned, taking a sip of your wine. “Did no one ever thought that they might be able to change him?”

Cale stared at the half-full glass of wine that he was holding, thinking about your question. It’s most likely because people have given up on the original Cale Henituse. Instead of investigating the root of the problem, they simply accepted the effects of neglect the original Cale Henituse had faced and did nothing to help him heal.

“Do you think you could’ve changed him?”

Cale’s question brought over a few seconds of silence that lasted way too long for his comfort. You took your time to drink your wine until your glass was empty and answered slowly, “Maybe this is because I am biased, but I genuinely think there’s not much to change.”

You quickly added, “And to answer your question, no. I don’t think I can change him.”

“No?” Cale echoes, raising an eyebrow.

You shake your head, smiling bitterly. “No.”

“Why not?” Cale asked, genuinely interested to know why you think so.

You were a dangerously charming person, if he were to be honest. You might not be suave and sneaky, but your determination and sincerity were the things that could easily pull people in – heck, Cale himself was drawn to you because of how genuine you were when the two of you first met.

“Because I never managed to do that before, how could I do that now?”

Cale blinked. He felt like the two of you were now treading on a dangerous topic.

You glanced at him and gave him a smile that doesn’t quiet reach your eyes. “Can I tell you something?”

Cale slowly sat up straight, feeling like drunkenness has probably taken over your consciousness. He wonders if he should stop you from talking so you wouldn’t share some things you don’t want him to know, but seeing you looking so defeated made him hesitate.

Or maybe that’s just an excuse.

Maybe he actually wanted to hear what you want to say.

Either way, he stayed still on his spot and answered you, “Sure…”

“Hm, how do I start properly…” You trailed off, crossing your legs and pushing up your chin with your free hand, eyes closed as you try to think. “Basically, I’ve never been able to change a person. What’s my real age again? Well, I’ve never been able to change anyone my whole life.”

You were 24 years old when you transported here, appearing in your 18-19 years old body. With two years already passed, your mental age was 26 years old.

“Maybe I did change someone, but I probably made them worse,” you added with a grin, clearly only joking. “But I’ve never been someone people change for. I’m not someone they would change for. My parents, my siblings,my exes.”

“In a way, I think I could relate to the original Cale Henituse. Or I would think so,” you continued. “My mother wasn’t the best mother. She was a bitch to me until her last breath and her daughters think I’m a selfish bitch because I chose myself instead of my mother.”

“Her daughters?” Cale murmured and it was loud enough for you to hear. You drank your wine till the last drop before you continue again, “She got remarried and had daughters when I was around nine or ten years old. Left me with a father who barely pays attention to me.”

“She was a huge bitch when she was with my dad.” You sounded exasperated as you recall the memory. “She’d left me with no food whenever she thinks I did something wrong and the words she’d say to me even when I’m doing nothing—! My father couldn’t go against her, something about her making the money for the family. She drove me to do things I’m not proud of.”

Cale had an inkling what exactly you were implying and stayed quiet. This was the first time he had ever heard about your past life in detail like this and there’s a small pool of guilt beginning to appear at his guts but he kept quiet and listened to you.

“When she left my dad and I, she met this some random dude and got married to him. He invites me to dinner sometimes. They have two daughters and she takes care of them with so much love,” you murmured, staring out at the dark garden with a small frown on your face. “Lunch boxes to school, snacks after dinner. She takes them to the park if they want to spend time together and they get to whine and be childish.”

“Instead of anger, I was confused for the first couple of years.”

You remember the many times you’d think to yourself after dinner with your mother’s new family. You’d lose sleep just to think. Was your mother had always been capable of being loving like that? Was she always like that? Were you just delusional in the first ten years of your life?

Has your mother ever spoke to you so softly like how she spoke to them?

Was it you?

Were you the problem, then?

Were you asking for too much from her?

“They had such a loving mother,” you murmured. “Why couldn’t I get that same mother?”

You remembered how the original Cale Henituse had to comfort his father when his mother died. He had to comfort his father. Deruth Henituse had to be comforted by his son and couldn’t be a proper father to the boy. He only started being one when he remarried and had Basen and Lily as his children.

You’d like to believe that the original Cale Henituse had felt the same as you did – that it was unfair that his siblings managed to get a loving father who knows what to do and he had to be stuck knowing his father as the mess of a man he had to comfort when he needed a father to support him when his mother died. He grew up lonely due to his mother’s death and his father being incapable of being his mental support.

But Deruth’s case is different, isn’t it? He was consumed by grief with the death of his beloved wife. Everyone understands that he was struggling that time.

“It took me awhile before I realized that she could’ve been that mother to me all those years ago.” You paused a bit, glancing back at Cale who had been staring at you. “She just chose not to be that mother.”

Your mother’s case was that she didn’t see exactly why she should change for you.

She had given you so many self-esteem issues and till this day, you still struggle to see your own self-worth. She made you question whether or not you could be someone important in someone else’s life, made you think that you could never be loved. She made you question every single person’s love to you and it ruined your relationships.

“I ended up trying to change my partners to see if they love me enough to change, got involved with those sorts of people,” you added, pouring more wine into your glass. “They never did. Broke things off with me because I was too demanding – expecting them to do too much.”

“I hated that, you know?” You whispered, voice timid and raspy, as if you were on the verge of crying, but your eyes weren’t glossy. You just looked tired as you talk about this topic. “That people aren’t willing to change for me – I couldn’t change people.”

“I wasn’t important. I wasn’t worth much. I wasn’t as precious.” You listed off, looking nonchalant like you hadn’t just spoken so lowly of yourself. “That’s why she didn’t change. I wasn’t enough for her to change – wasn’t worth changing for.”

“That’s not true,” Cale spoke for the first time in a while. You turned to him lazily, as if you were challenging him to change your mind. The mindset had already been ingrained into your brain and it’ll take a lot of time to help you realize that that wasn’t the case.

“Just because she and the others couldn’t see your true value does not mean you have none,” he started. “You should not let others define you. How you present yourself is different to various people and how they see you differs as well. You shouldn’t be defining yourself with the perspective of others who you never allowed to see you in your most honest state.”

He can start to see why you had always been so unsure of yourself despite always exceeding his expectations. Your mind never moved on from that traumatizing past and you were never allowed the time and space to heal – you most likely chose to shove your problems under the carpet and continue with your life.

“[Name],” he calls for you and you turned to look at him properly. “You are someone who knows the future of this world. You are currently the one with the power to change how this world flows.”

“I know,” you told him, voice sounding brittle with frustration. “And it’s frustrating! I’ve never been able to change a person in my previous world and suddenly I was given this—this opportunity? No, this burden! Why must I be the one to be the one to receive it?”

“Why do I only have this sort of impact once I am transported to another world?” You questioned him; face absolutely crushed with desperation. You wanted answers and while you know Cale could not provide them, he was the only one allowed to listen to your frustrations. “Was I that insignificant in my previous world that they had to put me here so I can have what I want?”

“I have no interest in changing how this world flows,” you professed. “I simply wanted people to change for me out of love.”

 You stared at Cale who was looking back at you. He can see that you were frustrated and meant every single word that you had told him. As if finally realizing what you had just said, you turned away from him and drank your wine.

There was some sort of awkward silence between the two of you and as you curse yourself for being so loose-mouthed with your feelings, Cale was thinking of what to say.

“[Name],” he called for you again and when you refuse to look at him, he continued, “You can’t change people, [Name], especially those you never allowed close to your heart – people who could not accept you as you are. You need to know that when you try to change someone, they will try to change you too. There will be no harmony if the two of you kept on trying to change each other.”

“While changing for a person is a very honorable thing to do, you should know that accepting them as they are should also be needed. Acceptance is respect and love.”

There was only silence after that as Cale waited for you to say something to him. But as the wind dances with the leaves and the muffled sounds of bands and crowding can be heard from the hall, he hears only your small sniffles.

“I-I’m sorry,” you sniffled. “I’m sorry for blowing on you like that.”

“You needed it,” Cale told you sternly. “And I’m glad to know how you feel. I can understand you a bit more now.”

“C-Cale?”

Duchess Violan gasped as she saw Cale walking up to her with your arm thrown around his neck and his hand was holding your waist. In that hand that was around your waist, Cale was holding your heels. Your face was flushed red and your eyes were closed, most likely drunk out of your mind.

“She had too much to drink,” Cale explained, pulling you close by his side so you wouldn’t slip from his grip. “I’ll take her to her room.”

Violan snapped from her shock and shook her head. “Wait, I can call for a servant to do that—”

Cale shook his head. “No need. I’ll do it myself.”

‘I’ll say I got too tired after this and then immediately take some rest,’ he thought, already hatching a plan to escape this godforsaken ball.

Violan stared at you for a moment to make sure you were alright but then she noticed something. Your lipstick was smudged and dress was oddly wrinkly around the sleeves and shoulder area. She can see a bit of grass sticking to the bottom of Cale’s pants and some parts of your dress.

“I’ll talk to you after, Mother.”

Cale helped you to get back to your room in the Henituse mansion, a little bit regretting that he didn’t took Raon with him who could’ve just teleported you to your room.

Once he managed to get you to your room, he kicked the door behind him to close and then let you fall onto the bed. However, with your arm still around him, you dragged him down with you on the bed.

‘Shit,’ Cale thought, letting your heels to fall to the floor as he stayed in that spot.

You were laying on your bed with Cale on top of you, your arm around his neck. He moved a bit so he wouldn’t be pinning you and ended up only being able to have his head by your shoulder while the rest of his body is by your side, your arm still secured around his neck like a lock.

‘How is her grip this strong even when she’s unconscious?’ He thought.

The smell of the lavender soap you had always used and the smell of wine was invading his senses. Your warm skin touching him felt a bit uncomfortable because he feels like his stomach was going crazy. The soft bed and the cool sheets made it a bit hard for him to stay up, especially considering how late it had gotten.

‘Maybe I’ll close my eyes a bit,’ Cale thought, the temptation to sleep coming to ambush him. He kicked off his shoes and then positioned his lower body so he could properly lay on the bed. ‘It’ll just be a minute. I’ll wake up after some time…’

Cale stared at your sleeping face, noting the wet trails on your face that was left by your tears earlier. His hand came up to wipe the wetness away, his touch gentle to make sure you wouldn’t wake up.

He doesn’t remember what happened after that because he quickly fell asleep in your arms.

When Violan had came to check on you with a servant by her side, they were both greeted with the sight of you on the bed with her son, arms and legs entangled together. Cale’s hand was cupping your face as you both sleep soundly.

‘Oh, look at them,’ she thought with an endearing smile, coming over to the bed. She turned to the speechless servant, “Fetch me another blanket big enough to cover them. Try looking in Miss [Name]’s closet.”

“Y-Yes, Madam.” The servant immediately left to look for the extra blanket in your closet. Once they’ve found it, they immediately handed it to Violan.

Violan opened the blanket and draped it to cover both you and Cale. She paused a bit when Cale began to stir, suspecting that he would wake up, but instead he snuggled closer to you, looking for more warmth.

Violan smiled. ‘He’s all grown up now, isn’t he?’

#i should be sleeping #its three am #im so sleepy lmao #mommy issues gang #you're not free from trauma if you're in tcf #cale henituse x reader #cale henituse #x reader #trash of the count's family #lout of count's family #tcf fandom #tcf cale #totcf

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pls you absolutely know that the boys have threatened every group project partner that doe's brought around the house so they could literally just finish their assignment in peace. they def tried to make this mans finish the project on his own but doe got mad because she also wanted to pass on her own >:( so they let her but they're most definitely watching right outside the door with a plate of fruit so they have any excuse to interrupt

😂😂 I cant help but think of a creepy smiling Sanzu with chopped fruits on a plate behind the door and probably Rindou’s head pops from one side and the rest “casually” appear. Omg, yes 😂🤸🏻‍♂️💕!! But :c I don’t think they would let Doe have someone else in their shared room tho. So probably in a different place. An open place(?) omg hold on hold on! AHHHHHH I wanna write smth :c

Bonten’s “I’m just a civilian” starter pack

Bonten x Reader | DIHU

Warnings: slight violence, a bit of jealousy, stalking, nonsense, Humor, crackfic,

“I have the target visualized,” said a pink-haired man with a green cap and sunglasses on, “Koko, Do you copy?”

“The hell do you mean by do you copy? He's right there, dumbass,” whispered Kakucho, who sat next to Sanzu.

“Sanzu, don't say his name; what part of undercover you don't understand,” Rindou spoke through his earpiece.

“Both of you just did the same thing, shut up,” Ran intervened, “and why earpieces? We could have texted each other.”

“Quiet! I can hear everyone murmuring from here,” Kokonoi almost screamed in his earpiece.

All bonten members are currently sitting at different tables in a small cafeteria surrounding their target. Kakucho and Sanzu sat at a table near the establishment's entrance; Kokonoi and Takeomi occupied one near the back; Ran and Mochi were positioned north, next to the bathroom; and finally, Rindou and Mikey sitting on stools at the counter.

You’ve been focused on your task at hand that you didn't notice the men surrounding your table. But the two classmates that were working on the project with you did. They noticed how the suspicious individuals glanced in their direction very often, and all of them wore sunglasses and caps of the same brand, which was a dead giveaway that they were, in fact, together.

While you typed on your laptop, your two classmates began to get uncomfortable from the constant silent pressure around them, and above all, they worried about your safety. What if those men were kidnappers? Molesters?

“Y/N, hey,” one of your classmates murmured. You shot your head up, concerned due to his tone of voice. “I think it's better if we finish here for today, and we can walk you home.”

“Oh? What? No!” you almost jumped from your seat, “We still have so much to do! You said you both had the day off? Did something happen?” you doubted you would ever have so much time for a project ever again, knowing how your... somewhat boyfriends tend to behave. To be honest, you were surprised when they let you go alone.

“Kind of,” the other classmate responded, side glancing to the purple-haired individual that had slightly turned around on his stool.

Imitating the action of your classmate, you also looked around and noticed that the once empty cafeteria was now almost full. You saw how eight men casually diverted their faces from your direction. And by casually, you meant to say in an extremely obvious manner.

“They did not just-” you facepalmed yourself as a tired groan left your lips. As you looked again, you saw Ran and Rindou’s exuberant tattoos coming out from under their t-shirts. They weren't even trying to hide them. “You know what, I think you are right; we should continue some other day.”

Both males nodded and began tidying up their scattered stuff.

Meanwhile, the normal civilians...

“I think Y/N saw us,” spoke Sanzu through the earpiece.

“Oh? Really? I couldn't tell with how she turned around and inspected each and every one of us,” Takeomi responded, grumpy due to the lack of nicotine in his system.

Rindou wheezed at the exchange between the Aakashi brothers, almost making Mikey chock on his affogato—vanilla ice cream and espresso dripped from the smaller man’s chin. Just when Mikey was about to retaliate against the younger haitani, your scream startled everyone.

One of your classmates accidentally dropped his drink on you; luckily, it was almost empty, but some drops fell on your chest area. Amid the panic, your classmate took some napkins from the table and, without thinking, approached the affected zone.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the wrist coming your way. Your eyes followed the source, and none other than Ran Haitani stood next to you, cursing under your breath; you suspected what kind of expression lay behind the sunglasses. You saw your classmate flinch, and Ran’s knuckles turned white from the pressure he applied to his grip.

“I suggest you reconsider where you’ll put those napkins on,” Kakucho’s voice came from behind you, and it wasn't long before you felt his chest on your back.

“I- I- ‘m so- so- s- rry! Sir!”

“Ran, please, let him go,” you sighed. The two other looming shadows didn't pass unnoticed by you. Of course, Rindou would drag Sanzu to the intimidation game.

It took you almost 20 minutes to convince them to let your classmates go. You had to pull Ran away, he had brought his batton and you panicked. It was hell. At one point, you stood in front of your classmates, attempting to defend them, and then, Sanzu freaked out, saying something about how they could peek at your butt. He fastly pulled you back. They were just being petty.

As soon as your group partners left, you hit their biceps with your palm. Not your best decision since after five hits, it stung your palm more than it hurt them.

“At least pretend I did some damage!” You exclaimed, and a chorus of fake howls and cries followed your words, “Wait, where is Koko and Mochi?” You looked around, and through the window, you saw the long-haired man handing wads of bills to your classmates while Mochi stood beside them. Was he... Where they... No... Oh, no.

“No, y/n, they’re doing business,” you were about to storm off when Kakucho held you from going after Kokonoi—arms wrapped around your figure.

Just then, you realized something as you saw Takeomi fix his cap, “What are you all wearing?” You even glanced at Mikey, who was ordering another dessert. He also wore the same sunglasses and cap but in a bluish color.

“Isn’t it obvious? Our civilian disguise,” as if they could pass as ordinary people when they were together, you scoffed at Rindou’s words.

“Yeah, we even bought hoodies, but we decided not to use them. It's hot today,” Sanzu added.

You didn't know if you should cry or laugh at the effort they put. “Who told you all that civilians dress like that?” you chuckled.

“I saw it in a movie,” Mikey appeared with a wobbly cheesecake in hand.

“You what?” Everyone, including you, asked, baffled by that revelation.

#omificstags #omi.dih #omi.answers #uwubby 1 #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #humor #tokyorev #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #kokonoi hajime #rindou Haitani #sano mikey Manjiro #mochizuki kanji

[looonnamoon]

Mmperson asked me to do smth smth

@miraculousloli-star

Hey there!! Can you pls write a story Bakugou x reader where he is a pro hero and reader is a teacher in a high school. They are married ofc 😛 Basically no one in her class know that she is married and they are you know trying to find out who she is and when they do they are in utter shock

Yes I will do this bc this is too cute for me to pass up lol

Also I’m so sorry that this took so long, I’ve been trying to get some motivation to write again and also ideas lmao but I hope you enjoy this!

[Tis going to be a lot shorter than a story, more of an drabble but I hope you like it!!]

WARNING: use of fem! Pronouns, VERY ooc Bakugou, VERY soft bakugou

Hope you enjoy sweets!

[Unedited]

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[For context, Bakugous marriage, more specifically his wife has been a mystery for a long time, nobody really knew who his wife was and it's been a topic of controversy for a few months now :3]

♡ it had become routine at this point after the effect of the pandemic; get up, load up the computer, and teach a class of black screens. It was dreadful, but it didn't make you love your job any less. Especially when those black screens are quite the talkative bunch. Your students, thankfully, were very conversational and always responded to your comments and questions, which made this much more easier to handle than you thought.

You turned on your computer and got into zoom, fixing up everything and preparing the lesson you were going to present today.

Everything became robotic as you see the small screens pop up in the main room, recognizing familiar names and greeting all of them. You then got to work, teaching the class the lesson in full, still in your robotic state of mind.

What you didn't expect was that your comfortable but somewhat bland routine was going to be interrupted; while you were speaking to the class about a specific topic.

Bakugou had a day off today, so he was in the living room, relaxing on the couch and switching through channels while listening to your heavenly voice teach the next generation with grace.

He was bored to be frank, and turned off the TV, having a somewhat bad idea in his mind.

Was he going to interupt the class just to snuggle and kiss you for a bit? Yes.

Was he going to surprise these kids and eventually everyone else of his marriage with you? Yes.

But did he care? No, because right now, he's going to kiss the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the final peice to his puzzle, you get the point.

And so, he crawled into your office, creaking the door open ever so slowly to minimize the sound of him coming in and with his ultra ninja skillz

"Hey."

"Uhwh-HUH-wh-WHAT- KATSUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

"Mmmkissing you." And that he did, leaning towards you and giving you a fat kiss on your lips, ignoring the gasps and screams of the children on your screen and your now beet red face.

You were Katsuki Bakugou's, a.k.a. #3 pro hero Dynamights wife?

"ARE YOU SERIOUS???" "OH MY GOD" "MOOOOMMM MY TEACHER IS DYNAMIGHTS WIFEE" "HOLY SHIT" "WHAT THE FUCK" "WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US SOONEERRRR"

And so, he left just as quietly as he came, giving a small smile and a wave to both you and the kids, leaving you, still shocked, red faced, and now mind blank as you try to now deal with this little shitstorm he made with your class.

But, after regaining your thoughts, you sunk into your chair, smiling softly to yourself

I should've expected this. It's Bakugou-dont-give-a-fuck-Katsuki, alright.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha #bakugou x reader fluff #this is probably really bad lmfaoo #love him tho #♡♡♡♡♡ #i love him #would he do this though? #i feel like he would tbh

[owlmylove]

Just had the very distressing thought that if I ever want to have a girlfriend I'm gonna have to TALK to a girl?!?!??!?!?!?

I'd have to talk to a girl that I LIKE and HAVE A CRUSH ON?!?!? Impossible! Please help a distressed lesbian if you have any advice

okay so: in my personal experience 90% of all lesbian flirting is eyeing up fellow women to discreetly try to determine if they, too, are wlw. then you compliment each others button downs and never speak to each other again

BUT if you would like to painstakingly attempt to challenge the starfish fallacy then read on for my comprehensive guide on flirting w/ women! (credentials: i have accidentally flirted with So Many Women oh my god)

first up: start with the art of compliments! if you're too shy to tell a girl they're gorg out of nowhere, then focus on their clothing, their haircuts, their cool shoes, the patches on their denim jackets, etc. opening a convo with a compliment is one of the easiest shortcuts, as it neatly prevents you from having to come up w/ a witty rejoinder right off the bat (save those for later)

physical proximity makes it easy to do this to someone standing or sitting next to you. if, however, they're on the other side of the room/otherwise engaged, it gets trickier. if ur confident enough to walk up to a girl in a coffeeshop + compliment her, GO FOR IT. but if you're too anxious to just coldcall her, approach with a question.

you can warp the compliment to fit the question, i.e. "Hey! Sorry to interrupt [your reading], but your book looks super interesting/I've seen it around & am debating whether to buy it. Would you recommend it?" or, re: outfits/haircuts "Hey! Your ____ is super cute, can I ask where you got it [done]?" if they're a classmate/coworker, you can make it even less direct: "Hey! Do you know when we're scheduled to do ____?" (<- this one comes w/ the perk of, pending her response, immediately asking for her # to swap shifts or trade notes, which can quickly allow for inviting her to a study group/after work drinks with coworkers. speedrun!!)

once Conversation is Initiated, maintain eye contact, listen attentively to their replies, and keep smiling/smizing. if they're reticent, follow up with more questions unless you're getting fuck off vibes ("I'm trying to get more into reading lately, would you have any other reccs?" or, "I haven't found a hairstylist yet since I moved here from _____, are there any other local spots you'd recommend?")

BUT if they're returning eye contact, smiling, and keeping open body language towards you, make it a full-on convo! offer some personal details in return, don't be afraid to make (non-risky!!!!) jokes, and (if you can control when & where you're moving, i.e. not during a job or class) have a built-in exit.

even if convos are going good, it's polite (+ leaves them wanting more via scarcity principle, etc. etc.) to end a brief first-time convo after a few minutes, ideally before the energy winds down & you're left feeling awkward. "it's been so lovely meeting you! [insert name here], right? I've got to get going, but thanks for the ___!" if you wanna play the long game/are in a coffeeshop/aren't confident enough yet (no shame!) ask if she comes here regularly and say you hope to see her around sometime soon.

if you've managed to get a good enough energy going: ask if she has an insta/social media you could get for _____ purpose, i.e. letting her know if you like the book/music/media she recc'd or asking for more local spots. IF, however, you don't wanna put yourself at the whim of her generosity: give yourself a cheat code during the initial conversation.

namely; reference something you'd recommend, think she'd find funny, or can't believe she hasn't seen yet, etc. etc. then, at the end of the convo, you can naturally offer "Oh! Lemme send you that X I mentioned--do you have an insta/social?" et voila. asking for social is always less awk/direct than asking for phone numbers, AND it lets the flirtee decide whether she wants to offer that level of trust just yet

if you're not coldcall flirting a girl in public, but rather have an object of your affections at work or school: this formula works p. much the same, but on a slower scale (if you don't use my speedrun ofc) start building a rapport via compliments/questions, progress to chatting briefly whenever you see each other, and third step: say "I saw something yesterday that totally reminded me of you/I just have to send to you!! Here-do I have your insta yet?"

once you have someone's insta: continue chatting when you see them irl/replying to their stories over social, and see if you can pay close enough attention to what she likes to do. judging by the number of accidental lesbian dates i've been on, it's probably

art museum

botanical gardens, or

burlesque shows

however, hikes, used bookstores, underground shows, and grocery shopping together for a subsequent picnic also feature prominently. invite her to do whatever activity you think you'd both enjoy most (over social or irl, whichever you're comfortable with [tho irl gives you a better judge of facial expressions/body language]) and boom. if she says yes, shoot back "it's a date!" after setting the day/time, bc if she's anywhere near as clueless as i am (i'm so sorry wlw) they may honestly think you're still just friends.

if, over the course of your irl convos or DMs, you have the chance to casually mention your sexuality (patches, pride is coming up, mention "my teenage crush/my ex-girlfriend") and ask for hers, go for it. if you can be direct: ask directly. it will save you time, trouble, and mild heartbreak. but if you suffer from the conflict avoidance that plagues lo so many of us: just lean into the subtext.

offer your celebrity crushes and ask what hers are. mention an ex (BRIEFLY, in connection to another topic entirely [she recc'd this cool band to me!] and always in a positive context). wear birkenstocks or docs and say Portrait of a Lady on Fire is the best film of all time, say you listen to girl in red or w/e those charming youths do. just lay the foundation in barely-subtext and keep an eye on her responses, while accepting the risk of wooing what may or may not be a fellow wlw

once you are, in point of fact, ON the date: standard rules and rates apply. relax! be urself!! enjoy spending time with a cool person, regardless of what may or may not come of it!!!! if she seems into it lean into physical proximity, do the whole Tarzan hand-comparison wlw are addicted to, offer to feed her bites of food or swap sips of each other's drinks, and casually set intentions for future plans ("I've never heard of X cafe--we'll have to do that next time!" or, the infamous buy-her-smth-secretly and then offer "You can get mine next time c:")

again, the most important thing is to be sincere. it's good not to place too many expectations on the other person, but don't force yourself to be overly "chill" if you are not, in point of fact, a chill person. dating is always a process of getting to know one another, and it's important to be polite but pls don't feel like you have to follow a script or be someone you're not. just be you babe: you're already plenty lovable. godspeed + good luck!!<33

#long post #lesbian #wlw #how to flirt #lesbian dating advice #dating advice #sorry for the stereotypes but sometimes they're useful!!! #anonymous #reply