Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.
Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s): But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.
Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not risk her son’s life like that.
Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.
Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.
Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.
Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.
Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.
They did not exchange one word.
But one glance was enough.
Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.
The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.
And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.
“You have third period free, right?” The boy that Y/N was partnered up with in chemistry, Chris, was standing next to her locker. He nodded. “I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow, then? See how much we can get done. God, I just hate how Mrs. Lewis just piles these things on us as if we have nothing else to do,” Y/N switched the books she had in her hands for the ones needed for homework that night.
A ruckus down the hall caught Chris’s attention, but Y/N knew who it was. Chris looked over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes, getting ready for the interaction. Chris sighed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We can go over the homework, too. I’m sure I’ll have some questions,” Chris started backing away as Billy and his friends got closer.
“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called out to Chris. He gave a wave and turned around down the hall.
“Don’t leave on my account, Williams,” Billy yelled down the hall, his voice booming. Chris ignored him and turned down the connecting hall that would lead him to the parking lot.
“Hey! I’m talking to you, Williams!” Billy’s voice turned menacing as he and his friends made their way after him. Y/N grabbed Billy by the back of his jean jacket, trying to hold him back.
“What are you doing?!” Y/N screeched at Billy. Billy whipped around, cornering Y/N at her locker. He slammed his hands on either side of her head, making her jump.
Art trade with @yunyin! Her request: a funny/awkward reveal where the kids come up with a code word/phrase in case they can’t transform and need to convince the other of their identity. And what’s funnier/more awkward than Ladrien?
It wasn’t until the akuma trapped Adrien and Ladybug in the elevator together that Adrien remembered two things: one, his ring was back at the studio on the fifth floor, and two, he wore pants made entirely out of faux fur, and nothing else.
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs
A/N: Hi!! welcome to part 1 of IDK HOW MANY but ayy!! Honestly, i’M MAKING A TAG LIST FOR THIS SERIES SO IF ANYONE WHO DOESN’T WANNA FOLLOW ME OR WANTS TO BE NOTIFIED JUST ASK!!
Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.
Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.
I swear the Marauders must’ve made a god-awful volume of puns after getting their animagus forms straight. They had no self-control and made about five puns a conversation.
So one day in third year, after producing patronuses for the first time (they skived off divination), they make their way to transfiguration. They are so elated.
What follows leaves everyone amazed and perplexed. (“What on earth are they up to now?”)
McGonagall is in a foul mood already, and she snaps to them, “You had better not cause any problems this class.”
“Oh no, we would never deer,” answers Sirius. “That would be simply pawful.”
The three other Marauders somehow manage to keep a straight face as James pipes up, “Now, us Marauders being quiet. Isn’t that a simply ratical idea?”
Remus, with barely contained giggles, adds, “No, we’re too fawn of transfiguration. To make a ruckus would be to be barking mad.”
All three of them turn to Peter. Peter, the one who is always so enthusiastic, but the one who isn’t the brightest either. “Well,” he says with a completely blank face. “This entire conversation has been howl-arious, but we must stop talking, or the consequences will be ruff.”
With this, the Marauders break into laughter, and do not calm down until all of them are given detention by an irate McGonagall. (Although James swears he saw her lips quirk for a second.)
Once, one day in fourth year, when Peter accidentally blurts out the prank plan to Lily Evans, the Marauders all get detention. They, however, cannot stop laughing when Peter apologizes at the top of his voice, “Sorry for ratting you out.”
At dinner, some day (let’s face it, every day) in fifth year, Sirius shouts out, “Remus! Looks like you’re wolfing down the pie!”
To which Remus would respond exasperated, “This is getting out of hound.”
Obviously, James and Lily’s wedding was the greatest opportunity to makje puns. “Oh deer,” sighs Remus. “My hart is singing.”
“For real, doe,” agrees Peter.
When James and Lily go on their honeymoon, Sirius says that they “must be fawn-icating.”
But when Remus faces the dead bodies of his friends, Remus cannot bring himself to make a single puns. In his hearts of hearts, in another world, he would’ve made the joke, “Prongs, what are you doing down deer on the floor?”
But he can’t because he is too stunned, too unfeeling.
There was once a time when the Marauders played on words. Now they do not speak at all, their voices silenced by the all-consuming, crushing silence of death.
“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…
“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”
Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”
hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link)
“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”
“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.
Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.
“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”
“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her. “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”
El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.
“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.
“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.
To say I was a hot topic around Hogwarts was quite the understatement. Ever since my second year when word got around that the guy from the muggle family actually had a vagina! Apparently the pure-bloods had never had any experience with such a thing. Most called it muggle magic and they all practically tripped over themselves to ask me questions. Eventually they died down as all things do, until I returned my fifth year having gone through top surgery. That brought on its own wave of questions.
Draco Malfoy was no different. At first, when he discovered my identity he called it ‘revolting’ and 'unnatural.’ Although, he too came around in our fifth year and we dove into a friendship neither of us expected. Nothing had prepared me for him as the same could be said from him about me. Being hormonal teenagers, there was always a tension between us. It wasn’t until the middle of our sixth year that he relieve it.
New Sides: (Name) has a clothing incident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending.
Do Re Mi: (Name) and Draco have a toxic relationship that can’t be fixed. Finally, (Name) leaves without a care in the world. Based off of the song Do Re Mi by Blackbear.
Connected: Modern AU. Draco had ended it with (Name) years ago after being in a relationship for years. What happens when they reconnect in a hotel bar and live the scenarios they thought would never happen again after their separation?
There aren’t many girls in this show–maybe four? Maybe ten guys? So when we had our first readthrough, the music director asked which of us were high sopranos. I raised my hand, and two of the three other girls shot their hands up like their lives depending on it. With pride. Not the, “I worked hard and I can be proud of myself!” way, but in the, “Psh, you think you’re cool? I can hit a high C, so take a seat” kind of pride. I told them that I was super flexible, though, and they should put me where they need me. I’m not picky. So, naturally I end up in the alto section–the only alto–no big deal, though.
We get to music rehearsal yesterday, and we’re working on this piece, and it’s been arranged rather oddly. There are some unusually high soprano notes, because the arranger was a bari and didn’t quite get that those notes aren’t comfortable or appropriate for the style of music he’s doing. No big deal, though, we’ll make it work. So he asks, “Which of you wants to pop up to that high note?” Of course, I’m a lowly alto (really, they’re treating me like I’m a second class citizen because I’m singing the alto part) so I’m not in this conversation, and the girls look at each other, and I can see the competition in their eyes. WHO GETS TO SING THE HIGH NOTE?! One of them finally says, “I’ll do it,” and they decide on her. Fine, great. Then she promptly makes this face and says, “I mean, I’m always the one doing the high note, so whatever.”
Okay, chickadee, let’s take a breath here. You guys were ready to duel to the death for this high note, and now you’re going to “complain” about how it’s such a buuuuurden to sing that note? No, I’m sorry. I can see the joy in your eyes, I can see the triumph. This high note is your victory, you’re now better than anybody else in the room.
Now, we go on to the rest of rehearsal, hopping along, and we get to this belt section where this girl pretty much leads the song. We start singing it, and she’s knocking it up an octave, so she’s belting like…High As. The director stops her and says, “Oh, you know, you don’t need to knock those up an octave,” and she says, “Oh, I know, I want to,” and he says, “…Well it’s not written like that…” She says, “But I can! I can hit those notes!” and I’m thinking, girl. I get that you can hit them. We can all hit them. The music isn’t written up the octave. It’s not in the style, it’s not appropriate. Just because you CAN doesn’t mean you SHOULD. She compromised by saying, “I’m going to work on it, you’ll like it, I promise.” (She then proceeded to tell me that we were taking the song under tempo for my sake, so that I could learn the harmonies and feel comfortable, because she was ready to take it up to tempo even though I was not. Girl. I have been sight reading these pieces all rehearsal, and I’m rockin’ it. Please, let’s go up to tempo, be my guest. GAH!)
Finally, we get to this one song that’s more choral-y, and this song I’m actually designated on the top line. I really don’t care either way, I’ve just been sight reading the harmonies the whole time. But one of the other girls gets this concerned look on her face and says, “Oh, I though I was the soprano on this part…” and the music director says, “No, actually Christine is the top on this song, you’re going to be alto.” And she gets super flustered and says, “I mean, I just don’t know that part, I’m not sure if I can do it….” Meanwhile, we’re all learning the songs right now. This isn’t the fifth rehearsal where we’re switching everything up and she’s now super inconvenienced. Part of me thought of saying that I would just do the alto part, but then I decided not to. I was assigned that part, you were assigned that part, why is it a big deal? So the director asks, “I mean, is it a problem you’re on the alto line,” and she gets this disappointed look and shrugs and says, “I mean, it’s just not as fun I guess.”
Ladies, hear me when I say this. Do NOT be this girl. This is the reason why we sopranos get a bad name. Because we won’t be flexible, because we get pouty when we don’t get the highest note, because we beg for the top harmony and then pretend to complain because it’s so hard. If it’s so hard, don’t take it! And honestly, it’s okay to find those notes fun! They are fun, they’re a blast to sing! But don’t go pretending it’s some inconvenience to you, we can all see through that act. That’s the stereotype that sopranos have, that’s the reputation. Don’t be that. Be pleasant, flexible, go with the flow, take the notes assigned to you, and for heaven’s sake, stop treating others like they’re lesser singers because they aren’t on the top harmonies.
This has been a public service announcement.
Your friendly neighborhood soprano (who is horrified by some of her fellow singers),
Ultimate brotp, no one can convince me that they were more than platonic
The first night, none of the other boys take notice of Remus because he is so quiet. He is the first one up in the morning, an early riser like Lily.
At six in the morning, at breakfast, Lily sees him and approaches him with a giant grin that is so like her. “Someone else who is up at the crack of dawn,” she says.
They go out to explore the grounds together
In fact, early morning walks are their specialty. This knowledge of mapping out the grounds comes in handy when making the Marauders Map (unbeknownst to Lily)
Remus, new in first year, is the only person from the class other than Lily who has read his textbooks. In Transfiguration, Lily and him earn Gryffindor twenty points the first day.
Lily and him become study partners before he becomes friends with the other Marauders. She is there for him “when no one else was”.
She begins to take notice of the days he’s gone.
She realizes what he is, but never confronts him. She knows he is still Remus.
In second year, when the Marauders figure it out, Remus runs away, hiding. She is the one who convinces him to go back, because she could see the “beauty in others that they didn’t see themselves.”
In third year, James starts to like her. (“Moony, mention my name, please when you study”)
Later that evening, Remus and Lily discuss Cheering Charms, “Did you know, James is so good at charms,” he says. She raises her eyebrows.
“James is great with flobberworms.” When doing their care of magical creatures essay.
Because Remus is the number one Jily shipper.
Fourth year, she sees Remus staring at Sirius’ hair. She grins to herself. The next day, Sirius’ hair is braided and she sees Remus blush terribly and she laughs.
Remus turns around and he knows that she knows. Thus start her and James’ awful plans to get “Wolfstar” together. (”Potter, let’s just drop Amortenia on Black’s Head”)
Remus making them fail on purpose so she and James get more time together. (“Sorry, Lily, I accidentally messed up all my lines.”)
During fifth year, they were the best team of prefects. Although Lily disapproves that Remus would not argue with his friends, she did not blame him for it.
Fifth year, during O.W.L season, Remus and Lily were the ones calming everyone down.
Sixth year, they are the ones recklessly tossing aside their exams because they needed to protest the new ministry laws.
During the Prank, Lily convinced Remus to forgive Sirius. She also went to Sirius and punched him in the face during breakfast, tbhus earning her detention for the first time. (”Evans, will you marry me?” James Potter laughs for the first time in five days.)
Seventh year, when Lily warms up to James, this time it is Remus and Sirius who start hatching plans.
When she starts going out with him, Remus hugs James and whispers cheerfully, “I love you and everything mate, but don’t hurt her, or Moony will rip you to shreds.”
After school, they all rent out a flat together. He and Sirius organize the bachelor party.
During the wedding, Remus makes sure that Sirius doesn’t get too drunk, and cuts at least 35 deer puns out of the Best Man’s Speech. (”I think 64 is enough, don’t you think, Pads?”)
That is the last night he remembers them being all together.
He can’t be there when Harry is born because of the full moon, but Lily brages into his room the next day and makes him hold Harry. (”You’re his Uncle Moony,” she says, laughing. “We can’t leave you.”)
Which is why it is sad when they have to part, James and Lily and Harry going into hiding.
He goes undercover to the werewolves, and Sirius begins to think he is the spy
On Halloween night, he hears what has happened when he is for the first time, not undercover. It was going to be a relatively quiet night free of stress and worry.
Now he has no worries, because his worst worries have come true. He rushes to the dilapidated house.
His mind is blank as he realizes all that happened. It keeps playing in his kind ovr and over and over again. Sirius laughing manically, much like he used to when there were worms coming out of the Slytherins’ ears. Now muggles were bleeding. revulsion and guilt fill him, because he misses Sirius, but Sirius has killed James. James, the good one, the loyal one, the steady one.
He sees James crooked glasses in the coffin and remembers fondly when James fell asleep in History of Magic while staring at Lily when he used to stare at her.
He sees his long arms, lifeless, and remembers when they held him up after the full moon.
He stares blankly at Lily, the most of all. Her radiant hair and dazzling eyes (apparently Harry Potter’s eyes), closed forever. Her kind smile that she would never smile again. Her anger that would never be roused again.
But when he looks into the face of Harry Potter, the first thought that comes to his mind is James.
But he looks into those dazzling eyes, of one of his best friends, his dearest friends, he cannot bear it and needs to go out of the carriage.
Because one upon a time, Lily and Remus were the dearest of friends.
Guess who gota chance to write a collab with one of her fave WRITERS
@queerklancing THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS FIC SO MUCH FUN, IT WAS AMAZING AND WE MADE SMITTEN BOYS FALL DEEPER IN LOVE <3
Soulmate AU with smitten boys, get ready all!! <3
Keith wakes up to singing.
His mind can’t really wrap itself around the fact, still heavy with sleep, and it only makes him more annoyed when the singing grows louder. It’s probably around the fifth verse when he finally snaps.
‘Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me,’ he thinks, face still pressed against his pillow in a weak attempt to block the singing echoing around him, ‘Imma murder someone, I swear.’
The singing stops abruptly, making him wince at the sudden sharp tug it took inside his mind at the action.
Silence is back around his light dimmed room and Keith honestly couldn’t care less about the weird experience. Weirder things have happened before in life than annoying singing stopping out of nowhere, honestly.
Keith’s just glad it’s gone, and he’s able to go back to sleep –
Keith pauses, his limbs tensing and his breath hitching when a sudden unfamiliar voice makes itself present. He takes two seconds before he leaps out of bed, the knife he keeps under his pillow held up high in front of him in defense.
He stands tall and firm, trying to look intimidating and dangerous even though he’s missing a sock and his boxers are hanging a little too low around his hips.
Wide dark blue eyes narrow themselves as they search every corner of his room for any kind of intruder. His room is not that big, barely able to hold a bed, a dresser and a small desk next to the window, basically bare and transparent.
Keith lowers his knife slowly, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when nothing looks out of the ordinary.
“Fair enough, that was weird,” Keith hums out loud, easing his shoulders and relaxing his stand as he takes one last look around him and drops his knife on his bed.
‘Maybe I’m going crazy.’
A shiver runs down his spine when the voice appears once again, but this time, Keith can easily pinpoint the place it’s coming from, or more like, where it shouldn’t come from.
He takes a pause, hands up in the air as if he was trying to calm himself down, before he takes a deep breath.
‘That was not my thought,’ he thinks, panic and confusion filling his chest, ‘That was not my thought, what the fu –‘
‘Dude,’ the unfamiliar voice cuts him off sharply, but Keith can hear the edge of fear lingering on its tone, ‘Dude, what the fuck –‘
‘No, no, you what the fuck.’ Keith thinks angrily, scowling as his eyes go up, as if he could meet the stranger’s face in the ceiling.
‘Me? You what the fuck.’ The voice replies, panic and fear still on the back but being covered by annoyance, ‘Get out.’
‘It’s my head, you get out.’
‘No, it’s mine.’
Keith purses his lips and pokes his temple and then his cheek, nodding once he confirms what he was looking for.
‘No, pretty sure it’s my body, my mind, and you’re a weird thing invading it.’
‘Maybe I’m your conscious?’
‘What the fuck is a conscious? Did you mean ‘conscience’ ?’
‘No, no. Conscious.’
‘Well, then, whatever. Fuck off, Conscious.’
‘Are you my conscious?’
‘You just said that you were mine?’
‘But I know I’m me, how can I be your conscious?’
‘I don’t kno– Get out.’
‘How the fuck –‘
“Hey, Keith, you awake?”
The extra voice puts Keith in alert. He dives for his knife, pointing it high to the person behind him only to meet his brother’s arched eyebrow.
“I thought you had grown over your necessity of sleeping with your knife.” Shiro deadpans before frowning in confusion when he notices the tense shoulders and worried frown in his brother’s features. “Uh…you okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” Keith replies quickly.
Shiro only spares him another concern glance before he shrugs. “If you say so, bro. Get ready, though, because we leave in ten and the pancakes I made may disappear by that time.”
“Oh, God, let’s hope so,” Keith mutters quietly, throwing his knife back to his bed and ignoring the way Shiro flips him off with a mocking glare.
The door closes behind his brother and Keith waits exactly three seconds before he comes to a decision.
‘Hello? Weird voice in my head?’ He thinks, trying to be careful on how to form his words, ‘Alo? No? Nothing?’
Five seconds pass, maybe ten just to be sure, and it’s then when Keith sighs, relief dripping from his shoulders like water.
‘This never happened,’ he tells himself inside his head.
He ignores the uneasy feeling inside of him when he can’t even convince himself.
Lance takes a long sip from his iced coffee as he watches the crowd pass by.
He’s taking a well-deserved break after a long day of shopping at the mall. Hunk was supposed to accompany him, but canceled last minute because he had to fill in at his part-time job.
Lance sighs. It’s been a few days since the weird encounter he had under the shower. At first, he played it off as a hallucination, or blamed it on his tiredness. But then Lance had a thought. What if … that was his soulmate link.
He knows almost everything there is to know about soulmates. Lance has been obsessed with it ever since he was a child. But there are so many different kind of soul links that it’s hard to get a grasp of all the possibilities. There’s the classic red string of fate that connects people. That’s how his mom and dad met. There are some soulmates who can share whatever they paint on their skin; some share their injuries, others see some kind of trail in the air leading them to their soulmate.
Some of these are obvious others are more… unique. Like that one woman who had the same song stuck in her head for years until she met her soulmate who heard the same song. And then there are these unfortunate souls who don’t have a soulmate.
Lance is one of them.
At least that’s what he thought until now. Ever since he heard that voice in his head, he had the tiny spark of hope that maybe … maybe there is someone out there for him after all.
Lance sighs as he puckers his lips to take another sip from his straw. Well, he didn’t hear the voice again so maybe it was just his imagination.
‘Shit, he’s hot.’
Lance chokes and sputters as he spits out his coffee. “What the fuck?!” he wheezes and rubs his mouth with his sleeve. The girls on the table next to him raise their eyebrows in question and giggle when he smiles awkwardly.
Okay, alright, okay. That was definitely in his head.
‘Test. Test. Hello?’ he thinks, trying not to feel stupid.
‘What the shit?!’
Lance probably shouldn’t be so thrilled to hear a stranger’s voice in his head, but his heart jumps nervously in his chest.
‘That’s what I wanted to say as well.’
‘Oh nonononono, this is not happening again!’
‘Um. Sorry to disappoint you buddy, but it is.’
‘Who are you? How do you do that?!’
Lance leans back and frowns.
‘Wait hold up, I’m not the one doing this!’
‘Well neither am I!’
‘So we both don’t have a clue what’s going on,’ Lance concludes and crosses his arms. It should be weird to talk to someone in his head, but he’s getting the hang of this pretty quickly. Maybe it is his soulmate after all.
‘This is so fucked up,’ the voice groans and Lance can hear the distress radiating from him. Well, it seems like the guy on the other hand isn’t as excited as Lance about this.
‘My name is Lance.’
‘Why are you telling me this?!’
‘I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d feel better if the voice in your head wasn’t a complete stranger.’
There’s silence in his head. Lance unfolds his arms and panic bubbles in his chest when he doesn’t get an answer. He’s about to voice his concerns when his thoughts get interrupted.
A relieved smile spreads on Lance’s lips, and he can’t help the chuckle leaving him.
‘Well, hello Keith. Nice to meet you.’
‘Yeah,’ the stranger - Keith - scoffs.
Lance snorts and grimaces when the girls at the table next to him send him another funny look.
‘So,’ he starts. ‘Who is hot?’
‘You thought about someone - a guy - being hot earlier,’ Lance adds, and he hides the grin behind his hands as he leans forward.
Hello I am potato anon and I love your blog! How would the RFA and V and Saeran react to MC telling them that they're pregnant? It would also be funny if MC told them in a funny way, like putting a bun in the oven. Thanks and keep up the awesome work!!!
The calm before the sin….. or was it after? Oh, and keep tissues nearby just in case.
RFA + V + Saeran react to MC announcing her pregnancy
You’d been trying for almost a year now
You’re both lowkey afraid that one of you might be infertile or what
You’ve visited specialists, but there’s nothing wrong with both of you when it came to fertility.
It’s just that… the embryo couldn’t hold on long enough to develop
So you undergo a special treatment to prevent miscarriages.
The pregnancy test comes out positive one day.
However, you wanted to make sure that it holds, so you wait a few more weeks before officially breaking the news to him.
“Yoosung, do you think I look pregnant in this?”
“Of course not, MC, and even if you do get f—–can you repeat that?”
“I said, do I look pregnant in this?”
You almost gave the poor boy a heart attack
Envelopes you in a tight embrace and bawls incessantly for a few minutes
Both of you waited so long for this, you couldn’t help but cry with him
See MC, I’m not a baby. I was able to make one with you
ZEN / Hyun Ryu
You weren’t really sure how to bring the subject up to him when you found out.
He was busy with his projects and you wanted to support him with all you had.
Will the baby get in the way?
You’ve been together for a while now, but you never talked about having kids.
The opportunity arrived when you were both lazily spending your day off cuddling on the couch one day
So you try for subtle and see where it takes you.
“Zen, can you read the thermometer for me? I’m feeling a little warm.”
“Of course, babe”
Absently takes the “thermometer” from you.
It takes him a while to realize that he’s looking at a pregnancy test strip.
Is SPEECHLESS when it finally sinks in
“Z-zen? Are– are you alright?” you worriedly ask
He turns to you, eyes shining and hopeful, “Really?”
Is so excited, he tackles you into a hug Zencontrolthebeast
Quickly backs away when he remembers your condition
“I’m sorry, MC, I’m just so happy!”
You chuckle as he moves close to your abdomen and whispers, “you’re going to be the most gorgeous potato baby ever, I’m sure of it. Daddy loves you, okay?”
His popularity just rose up to 1000% when he wore a “call me daddy” shirt to an interview
As if it weren’t bad enough with his narcissism, will spam the chat room with monthly updates
You were both busy at the cafe so it took a while before you both decided that you were ready for kids
Was afraid that either one of you might lose the other if there were complications during or after childbirth
You finally convince her after attending numerous lectures on family planning and in-vitro fertilization
However, being a same sex couple, it was hard to find a willing and qualified sperm donor
Even Zen volunteered to donate his seed
But not in the fun way, no
You were considering the sperm bank, while
Jaehee was considering adoption
You received a call from the facility one day, saying that one of your candidates’ sperm was healthy enough
So you both have your eggs harvested and fertilized in a lab
The procedures took time, but the waiting was longer.
You tried to surprise her one day by eating the test dessert with “special” spoons
You were discreetly watching her when she seemed like she was thinking during her fifth bite
Thought it was odd that the spoon had grooves on it.
Were spoons supposed to be like that?
So she takes it out of her mouth and examines it.
Engraved on the silverware were the words “we’re expecting”, with little feet decorating the end of the text
“How… how many?”
The spoon falls out from her grasp and she covers her face, crying
But they were tears of joy
You go over and hug her, and you stay like that for a couple of minutes
Came home to find you decorating the dinner table
Was there a special occasion? Assistant Kang never mentioned anything
“Jumin, you’re right on time!” you approach him and welcome him home with a kiss
“Are we celebrating something?” he asks, confusion written all over his face
He’s probably thinking of ways to make it up to you in just in case
“Jumin, stop thinking, and just take a seat, okay?”
Noticed that the plating wasn’t as professional as the ones you regularly had
“The food presentation isn’t as extravagant as they should have been, I must contact the chef about this”
You stop him in time and explain that you insisted on personally preparing and cooking the food
Apologizes to you, but then he notices that there’s no wine to go with the steak
“Oh, I left it chilling by the counter; I should go and get it.”
“No MC, stay there and I’ll get it,” he says, and makes his way to the kitchen
“While you’re at it dear, can you also check on the oven? I was baking earlier,” you call out to him
You wait expectantly as he moves around the kitchen
He comes out dazed, holding the wine with a special label that says “baby arriving on [due date], so drink for the two of us?” on one hand and a plated bun with a black and white photo on the other.
“Dear, what is the meaning of this?” he demands
“It’s what you think it is, love”
Couldn’t contain his joy at your admission, and pulls you in for a deep kiss
Vowed to be the best father to his children
Finds the best ob-gyne to take care of your needs
707 / Saeyoung
Rushed you to the E.R. one day when you couldn’t stop retching.
He thought you were food poisoned
MC I told you to stop eating my chips when are you going to listen
But it turns out you were pregnant.
Can you imagine how excited this bean is
Reads books like “what to expect when you’re expecting”, and “Dude, you’re gonna be a dad!”
Oh, and did I mention that he had you attend a birthing class too?
Buys every imaginable baby item he finds
Saeyoung we aren’t putting up a store, stahp
Was sulking when you strongly refused to take him along for your ultrasound
Is confused when you hand him a box instead of an envelope when you return.
Opens it to find…peanuts?
Notices how all the peanut pods come in twos
Takes out all the peanuts from the box and finds an ultrasound photo at the bottom
His eyes bug out as he looks at it and reads the note
He couldn’t be even happier than he was at that moment.
His wish was finally coming true — he was going to have a family, and he sure as hell would do his damn best to make it a happy one.
Freaked out when he found a small, plastic baby in his cake pop one day
“MC, are you trying to make me choke? Why is this on the cake?” he demands, storming into the room
Finds you in the middle of setting up a crib with Saeyoung
“What… what’s all this? MC? Saeyoung?” he says in a panicky voice
You decide to use caution, and approach him carefully.
“Saeran, I think it would be best if we talk first, okay? Would you like to take a seat?” you suggest in a calm, soothing voice
He takes a seat, but you and Saeyoung both notice how his breathing has started to become shallow and rapid, signalling the start of a panic attack
You both take a seat on either side of him
Saeyoung instructs his brother to take deep breaths while you hold onto one of his hands to show your support
“Saeran, breathe, okay? And hold for 1…2…3… yes, yes, you’re doing fine….”
Saeyoung leaves the two of you when Saeran had finally calmed down, letting you discuss it with his brother privately.
“Why…. why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, his expression pained.
“I….I don’t think I’m ready for this, MC. I might be okay now, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after that? You know my childhood was one of the worst, right? And then there was my stay with Rika and Mint Eye… I need more time to think about this.”
Your heart breaks a little at his admission, and more so when he leaves the room, not wanting you to follow him.
You tell his brother about what happened, and he tries for optimistic and advises you to observe first, that maybe Saeran was still warming to the idea
However, he avoids you for the days that followed; the air around the two of you especially awkward when you’re in the same room
Finally fed up with seeing you both suffer, Saeyoung declares that he was going for a drive with Saeran, and yanks him forcefully to the garage
During their absence, you think about just giving up the baby if he were still against it after the talk with his brother even if you knew that it would hurt you the most
He returns alone after an hour, plopping beside you on the couch. “So… MC…” he starts
“Saeran, I think… maybe I’ll give up on the baby if you’re really uncomfortable with it,” you say in one breath, trying to keep the tears at bay
“What? MC, no, I….” he sees the tears finally flowing uncontrollably from your eyes, and he embraces you.
“We’re keeping the baby, MC. I’m still not sure if I could be a good parent, but after my talk with hyung, I… “ he releases you and wipes a stray tear from your cheek. ”I decided to give it a try, if you’re willing to work together with me and my issues.”
V / Jihyun
“MC, I don’t understand why we have to hire a photographer. I AM a photographer, you know”
You found out that you were pregnant for 12 weeks, and you wanted to catch his expression when you finally told him about it.
So you convinced him that you needed to hire a photographer for a special set of photos
He wasn’t new to these quirks of yours, you wanting to capture moments where you’re together, and him giving in even if he only wanted to take pictures of you.
He arranges for Rui, his friend, to do the photoset.
You insisted on making the other preparations, and you all drive to a spot with a nice lake view
You gave him an A3-sized white bristol board and a black marker
“Write something that you love about me, V. But just one. And you have to do it facing the other way, so I can write mine.”
“Just one? But MC….” he stops when you give him “the look” and accepts the materials without a word.
With Rui taking pictures of the whole affair, you write “You’re going to be a Dad!” in big, block letters.
You both turn at the count of three to show what each had written,
V drops his card when he reads yours
His expression is a mix of surprise and joy, and… something else.
You immediately understand where his thoughts were going, and threw the card to approach him.
He wasn’t crying, but you run soothing circles around his back anyway.
“I’m sorry, MC, I just remembered…” he said brokenly, trying to rein in his feelings.
This causes him to sit down on the ground, the announcement and his thoughts suddenly weighing down on him.
You kneel in front of him and take his face in both of your hands. “I know, V. I can’t and won’t stop you from loving her, but remember that the baby and I will still love you no matter what happens.”
He looks up at you, the pain and unshed tears showing in his eyes.
“Thank you, MC” he says, and leans into your touch.
Needless to say, V kept that emotional photoset close to his heart.
They’re freshmen and Alex isn’t sure why, but every time she sees Eliza Wilke, a small flash of… something… floods her veins.
It feels a little like she does when her new little sister shows her the powers she has.
Something like jealousy.
Something like feeling… less.
She’s not sure why – she’s made fast friends with Vicky Donahue, and Vicky’s great, Vicky’s funny and a great bio lab partner and likes to read, so why would Alex care that Eliza Wilke and that Maggie Sawyer girl are always laughing together, are always standing close to each other, are always cracking up about some horror movie special effects, are always together, together, together?
She’s not sure why she cares so much.
It’s not like Maggie Sawyer ignores her or anything.
To the contrary.
The first day Alex walked into school to greet the whispers that accompany getting a new sister overnight – a new sister who doesn’t even seem like she’s from this planet – Maggie comes up to her with a soft smile and an offer to help show New Danvers around.
“Siblings can be rough, Danvers, and you didn’t have that whole nine month thing to prepare. Just find me if you want some space to yourself, to adjust or whatever.”
But then Eliza is tugging Maggie along, tugging Maggie away, and Maggie is looking over her shoulder apologetically and mouthing “let me know” and “sorry” and Alex thinks that it’s maybe, definitely, jealousy.
Because she hears Maggie Sawyer give answers in class.
And they’re always sharp. So sharp they make Alex want to know what goes on in that Sawyer girl’s brain. All the time.
But she can’t, because Maggie Sawyer seems to belong to Eliza Wilke.
Until February 15th, that is.
Until February 15th, when Maggie comes to school with swollen, red eyes and disheveled clothes and a jaw set in fury, set in rage, set in total and utter agony. Set in a perpetual challenge.
The whispers are that she’s lucky her father only sent her to live with an aunt. That he didn’t send her to get fixed, because how disgusting is that? How can any girl ever trust her if she’s just going to try to… ew? How can she ever expect to have any friends? There was always something off about her, anyway.
Alex doesn’t just hear what.
Alex hears why.
Something about a note in Eliza’s locker. Something about Eliza telling her parents, and her parents telling Maggie’s parents. Something about Maggie’s parents calling her the scum of the earth.
“Hey,” she shouts across the hall, and Eliza Wilke turns around with defiance in her vaguely red eyes.
“Why the hell would you do that?” Alex demands, slamming her open palm into the locker above Eliza’s head.
She doesn’t care that the entire hallway goes instantly silent, and she doesn’t notice that Maggie is peaking out from the science department office with wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Do what, Danvers?”
“How could you do that to her? She’s never been anything but nice to you – “
“Yeah, because she wanted to have sex with me or something – “
“Well she doesn’t deserve to be punished for her terrible taste in women!”
An oooooh rises up from the forming crowd, now, and Alex is seeing red, and Alex doesn’t care.
Because she’s had enough of people making fun of her, of people making fun of her little sister.
Kara’s not in her grade, not even in the same school building as her yet. She can’t always prevent things from happening to Kara. And she’s already beginning to hate herself for it.
But dammit, she won’t fail the girl with the soft eyes and the open heart, too.
“Careful, Danvers, people are gonna say you play for the other team, too!” Rick Malverne snickers from behind her, and Alex turns, and Alex punches him straight in the face.
“Yeah, so what if I did? I’d rather be gay than a jerk like all of you any day!”
Only then does she notice Maggie.
Maggie’s wide eyes and Maggie’s hand under her lips, her face not knowing whether to smile or cry.
Alex flushes and she storms down the hall, away from a groaning Rick, away from a sad-eyed Eliza.
Toward a wide-eyed Maggie.
She tosses her arm around her shoulders and she tugs her away from the crowd, away from… everything.
She knows a place on the fifth floor staircase where no one ever goes.
It’s a good place to come to rest.
Or to comfort.
“You didn’t have to do that, Danvers,” Maggie says, and her voice is small, defeated. Alex has never heard it like that – and she’s paid a lot of attention to Maggie’s voice, she’s realizing suddenly – and it breaks her heart.
“Well, someone had to,” she brushes it off, collapsing onto a stair and digging into her bag.
“Peanut butter and jam?” she says, and she holds out the entire thing to Maggie.
She’s in yesterday’s clothes. Alex doesn’t imagine her aunt bothered to pack her lunch.
Tears flood her eyes and she nods wordlessly and she lets Alex hold her close while she eats.
Alex doesn’t ask anything, and Maggie doesn’t tell anything.
She doesn’t have to.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” is all Alex says into the silence of the abandoned stairwell, and she knows that for all Eliza rags on her, she will never turn her back on another child in need.
And Maggie? Maggie is smart, and she’s tough, and Alex, looking at her as though for the first time, thinks she’s the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.
Alex knows she can take care of herself. But she doesn’t want her to have to.
“Why?” is all Maggie asks, and Alex thinks of Maggie’s lips briefly, thinks of how it would have made her heart sing if Maggie had left a Valentine in her locker instead of Eliza’s.
But that’s all for later, because now? Now she thinks of Kara. Kara’s nightmares and Kara’s tears and Kara’s stories from back home.
She shrugs and she passes Maggie a tangerine from her bag, because Maggie is hungry and because she can’t stand all the healthy food Eliza packs for her, anyway.
“We’re stronger together,” she offers with a small smile, and when Maggie returns it, she thinks maybe everything’s going to be alright, after all.
A/N: This is just a little something I wrote for @goblackhatwithme as I thought it would only be appropriate for my first piece on here be dedicated to the person who inspired me to write in the first place. That being said, please be gentle as this is my first imagine on here. I hope you enjoy!