Greetings people. I identify as a Black female who was born and raised in NYC. I am slowly progressing through my study of education and history in college. Other then that, I spend (probably) an unhealthy amount of time reading and writing sci fi and fantasy. But by high school, I got sick and tired of the same story featuring blonds and brunettes saving the day with their straight, lean male heroes so I turned to my librarian seeking something new. She pointed to Octavia Butler and the rest was history. I’ve been seeking diversity in media ever since.
Family life and Culture
I grew as the middle child of six siblings with my single mother and grandparents. Yes, my working-class household fits the stereotype. We even have an absent father *sighs* But, hey shit happens. And with the biological father turns out not to be the best father figure, shit had to go right out the door. Yup. But make no mistake that this is a norm. Most households on my block do have both parents involved in their children’s lives. Our circumstances called for us to have one. That’s all.
The house was full, loud and rambunctious. We made up a good portion of the children on the block (unsurprising) and basically ran it. There’s a whole novel that could be fleshed out of my childhood if I wanted to. Our neighborhood is very tight knit. Next door neighbors were treated like Aunts and Uncles. When summer came around, we were sometimes divided into groups as the parents who were off from work overlooked us while braiding our heads. Blackouts became an all night bbq and sleepover on each other’s porches. Crooklyn by Spike Lee was a good representation of what it was like in fact. Somewhat. Minus the brownstones, plus a couple more fights (lol).
My grandma was a nurse who’s pretty big on us knowing our family history. She made sure to talk a lot about our Gullah Geechee roots. We also had some Dominican culture influence since her closest friend and our Madrina was, well, Dominican. But she is fairly strict on gender norms and how my sisters and I should act especially with brothers. She antagonized me the most growing up because I continued to ignore this. We don’t get along but i can’t say i don’t get why she’s the way she is. She has a pretty dark past. My mother, a latchkey kid of the finest stock, is more laid back and gives all of us free range to make our own mistakes. Most times. Other times, she’d rather lecture us. Depends on our crime.
I don’t know what my grandpa used to do. He retired waaaaay before my grandmother. I also don’t know much about his culture. He’s 1st gen Jamaican who fully assimilated into American culture. Well, beside his food choices. Now, he gambles and goes to church. When I was younger, he used to teach us how to gamble too. And how to cheat and not get caught. We got a lot of free fast food while he taught us. He has gotten more frugal the older he got. And more isolated.
Dating and Relationships.
I don’t date. I have no interest. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. I’ve considered it but I rather have not seek out anything outside of platonic right now. I have a tight knit circle of friends and several other groups of friends I associate with depending on the activity. I’m realizing it seems like I’m using the term “friends” loosely but I swear I’m not. I’m a virgin and I feel nothing about being one until someone goes “*gasp* You’re a virgin really?” and then I end up on high defense saying “So?” Believe or not, that messed with me a lot.
My love life and lack of interest in having one has always been a struggle. In middle school, the group of friends I hung with were becoming more infatuated with love and sex. Yes, middle school, fifth through eighth grade, ages nine to thirteen. But, when they would talked about who’s hot or not, they would look at me funny when I didn’t join in the discussion. Instead of explaining myself, I simply copied other’s reactions and gushed along with them. This instinct followed me through High school til stopped out of annoyance. I became a listener and adviser in their relationships because I really do love stories in many shapes and forms. And I would never turn down hearing a story.
My primary language is English and AAVE. I’ve been living in a neighborhood filled with Blacks and Latinx. Most of my friends are Black and Lantinx. I didn’t meet a white person my age until college. Okay that’s a partial lie. I’ve been in a summer camp that was made up of predominantly white children. But as the only black kid in my age range, I was sorta uncomfortable. I never made lasting friends there. After High School, I spent a year abroad in Tena, Ecuador where I learned Spanish and Kichwa. I still suck at both languages.
Lots of my clothes when I was younger were borrowed or hand-me-downs. Half of them still are. It’s like thrift shopping without the hiked prices thanks to its popularity by rich white people (Thanks rich white people!) All my siblings’ taste varies. In my case, I’m fond of combining loose and tight clothing (tight jeans and a loose sweater/ baggy jeans and a tight top). No makeup. Silver accessories.
I used to have a short bob cut permed. I hated it. But I rather a perm then getting my hair straightened with a hot comb because the back of my neck and big ears would always get burned. It wasn’t until I made a friend with a natural afro that I realized my natural hair was even an option.
Lol I was a nerd with bad grades.
My family practices Santeria, which has historical roots in both Catholicism and Yoruba thanks to slavery (Yay slavery!). However, because the religion is not fully accepted or well-known, I tend to say I’m simply Catholic if asked. Apparently, a Black Catholic is hard to believe. It is assumed all Black folks are Baptists or some branch of Christianity. I have no idea where that stereotype came from. But I can give some guess. (*cough cough* Tyler Perry….).
As I stated before, I love scifi and fantasy. I especially love urban fantasy involving witches. I blame this love on Practical Magic and Eve’s Bayou, my childhood faves. It’s because of this love that I wish to see more stories with witches of color. And no, I don’t mean that one evil/mysterious southern/Caribbean Voodoo/Hoodoo witch hollywood loves to portray so much. That always plays into the “Black is evil” trope. Give me some damn variety!
I would squeal so hard if the mythology involved in a story isn’t even Eurocentric. I’m not joking. This is serious. When my religion was simply hinted at in the Raven Boys series (It was also a great way of making even more obvious that the character was definitely not white.) and Kenya Wright’s Habitat series, I squealed. All the authors did was write the names of some of the Orishas and I couldn’t help but put my phone down for a moment and inwardly scream with glee. That being said, if a writer does decide to use afrocentric or any religion involving “witchcraft” as a basis, I would personally ask that they make sure is is not a closed religion.
Santeria is, in fact, a closed religion. And while I don’t mind mentions of it in fantasy and even a main character stating they practice it, do not go any further than that. Don’t even research the practices within the religion other than what is public knowledge (And if you don’t have any public knowledge, just ask) Respect that there’s a limit. Anything further spelunking is consider rude, disgusting, disrespectful and dangerous. There’s things that I don’t even know because I haven’t been properly initiated. And the internet has a lot of these practices exposed when it shouldn’t be so please don’t look into it. Please.
Most of the cooking in the house has been done by my grandmother. Because of her various relationships, our food has always been a mixture of Black American, Gullah, Lantinx and Caribbean influences. It is so good. So, so good!
The only thing I don’t eat of hers is her seafood gumbo because I don’t like shellfish. One of my sisters said I should have my “black card” taken for my distaste. I said she could take it if she can name more black movies than me. She still can’t take it. My other sister wishes we could switch places because she loves crab but is allergic. The crazy girl actually sends her husband to buy some benadryl so she can eat some if we ever have some on the table. Smh. Siblings.
My family on both sides are quite fond of reunions. On my grandpa’s side, the family uses Fourth of July and Christmas to get together. On my grandma’s side, they tend to host annual summer reunion and send out RSVP invitations complete with schedules of the whole two to three day event. I didn’t mention this under my family life, but both sides of my family are boujee to different degrees. Lots of black sorors and frats members on both sides. I can’t believe that slipped my mind typing.
I’m a little iffy with Christmas. It’s more of a holiday for the older generation and our niece and nephews. The younger generation, however, don’t particularly care for the holiday. For some of us, it’s because it’s not really Jesus’s Birthday and Santa was whitewashed. For others, it’s because we don’t care to feed into the corporate holiday. For most of us, it’s a combination of the two. But we do love getting together when we can. My older sister and I have conspired to celebrate kwanzaa instead for the past two years. So far, it hasn’t grasped the interest of anyone else in the family.
Being nerds from a young age, my siblings and I have been called “Oreos” or“Not really black” by kids in school on more than one occasion. We shut them down by fighting. Probably not the best strategy but it was best one I could think of in middle school and below. Made it easier to go back to reading my manga.
I got compared to my sisters a lot. It was the absolutely most annoying thing ever. And a major source of my insecurities growing older.
Need I address colorism? My highschool was filled with it. #TeamLight v #TeamDark. I was on neither team, because in the region I live, skin color was a pretty long spectrum. I fell in the between. Who came up with this?
I’ll admit it. I hate my own tears. They make me feel weak. Which isn’t true…I know. But, it is a mentality I always had. I have depression and PTSD. This isn’t really a secret. I tell people if I’m asked. But have you ever had someone look at you and say, “Really? You don’t seem like the type.” ……
I am a black female. I’ve been labelled “Strong” and “Independent” the older I got. By my mother. By my siblings. By my peers. And I get those labels. Even from friends. I loved those labels. I call myself by those labels. I mean, who doesn’t want to be seen as strong and independent? Those are positive affirmations, right? I think they would be. If that wasn’t all the positive labels we could get. Somehow, society has decided we are beings that are incapable of being multifaceted. I was indirectly taught to hate my own tears because black girls don’t cry. You can’t cry and be strong. What a terrible mantra fed to black girl at a young age. So, instead you tell everyone “It’s fine.”
I told my therapist it was fine. Until she told me straight up it was not fine. And it was okay to cry. I don’t like to cry. But I still (involuntarily) did it.
Things I’d like to see less of/Things I’d like to see more of:
I’m sick and tired of seeing black and latinx folks being portrayed as only fantasy gangs members. We are not only gang members. That’s a terrible popular myth the media put out there and I hate it even more so when it’s portrayed in SFF genre..
I’m tired of having one black person in a novel being described as having skin the color of “midnight.” And he’s (it’s always a he) not even that important to the story
I hate how every time someone decides to add a person of color, they have to be ambiguous brown. I’m not saying ambiguously brown don’t exist and don’t need representation but is it really that had for a dark brown skin person to play a major role in a story that’s not about slavery? Speaking of which….
Why we always gotta be slaves? Or better yet….
Why don’t we exist at all in High fantasy stories? Urban fantasy? Brooklyn wasn’t always the gentrified white town it is now. Still isn’t. How are you erasing people of color from NYC??? We make up way too much of the population to be completely erased
Stop racial coding other creatures to surround your white human characters. Especially as the bad guys. That’s just shitty writing. Step up your game!
I love Black love
I love Gay love. I wish more would follow moonlight’s example and show poc are gay too and gay doesn’t always equal to stereotypical femininity.
I love interracial love HOWEVER, can we pair people of color with other people of color as well? I’m starting to hate seeing it always a white person paired with a Poc. Variety damnit!
Friendships between boys and girls that don’t transform into love.
Friendships between girls that didn’t start out as a rivalry.
Different body types besides the skinny and tall. Make a main character that’s fat for once. It’s not a problem.
Magical characters of color that aren’t “Noble Savages” or “Wise Monks” that used their magic for personal gain for once instead of waiting for the white hero to come.
Nerdy black characters who aren’t 100% competent and cries. One that isn’t in a five token band that always gonna be compare to the white main character. Make the nerd the main character!
That’s all I can think of at the top of my head. But my list really does go on.
• so you finally agreed to be in a poly relationship with bangtan • the shits lit • but it tires you a lot • because they’re so damn needy if you know what i mean • it definitely makes you stronger though • you say “no” a whole lot more than you did before dating them • you have your own bed but you always end up in one of their beds • or at least two of them end up in yours • if that’s the case • then,, you’re in the middle • they fight for your attention a lot • but you always make them squash their beefs • bc that’s some little kid shit • you’re spoiled as fuck • anything you want • you get • and i mean anything • they buy you random things too • very random • one time kookie bought you sailor moon panties/lingerie • luckily only he gets to see you in it • you can never shower by yourself • you try to be sneaky but it never works since they’re always checking in on you • they don’t even ask • they just slip right in • going out in public is always interesting • you have to act like you’re their friend so that people won’t send even more hate to you • and them • going to amusement parks/carnivals are hell • since only two people can be together on most of the rides • you literally have to ride the ferris wheel seven freaking times or somebody will be mad, jealous and crying about it • they compete a lot when it comes to seeing who can win you the most prizes • just know that your room is full of stuffed animals • anyways when you’re home with them • it’s usually either you who cooks or about three of them who cook • jin taught you how to cook so many korean dishes • so you always throwdown in the kitchen • soul food sunday exists though • and that’s their favorite day • “im marrying you.” - said by every single one of them • kookie and tae help you sometimes (cooking) • “can you get me the salt baby?” you ask (sometimes to be petty) • literally all of them hop up and race to the kitchen • except for yoongi’s tired ass • he uses that time to get close to you • and rub on your thigh • and talk dirty • it lasts for 3 seconds • having hickeys from 7 different dudes • having to kiss 7 different dudes so that they can go to sleep because if they don’t get their kiss they’ll throw a tantrum • backhugging, kissing etc. never lasts if one of the others are around • “she’s mine” one of them always says • “she’s sadly all of ours. just shut up and wait your turn or something.” -yoongi • he’s also the one that puts everyone in their place • they’re protective af • they’ll deal with anyone that fucks up your mood • you go to namjoon for advice • you go to kookie to sing you to sleep or do stupid shit • you go to jimin for massages • you go to tae when you want to shop or be loved af • you go to hobi to laugh and cuddle • you go to yoongi to just chill, watch him work on music or nap • you go to jin to also laugh and for food • they love you so much • quickiez lit • you’re their baby • but speaking of babies • ,,,,,,ha *quick story time* • one night, you wrestled in bed with all seven of them at a time • yeah • but it just so happened that one of them didn’t • you know • pull • out • yep, the condoms ran out and no one went to the store • everyone was caught up in the moment i guess • so one of them got you pregnant • a blasian baby is on the way • but first ya’ll had to find out who in the hell got you pregnant in the first place • comes to find out, it was yoongi • lol • “i did that!” yoongi shouted when he found out • he along with everyone but you was excited • “we’re gonna have a baby!” they shouted. • they were lowkey jealous tho • you forced a smile “yep.” • but deep down, you were like “somebody help me.” • during your pregnancy you were well fed and taken care of ofc • everyone went to the appointments • everyone cried at the ultrasound • just know that you were asked if you were okay a thousand times everyday • when you cried they cried • sarcastically, except kookie • with his “i feel your pain headass” • jimin didn’t even ask if you needed massages or kisses etc. • you’d just got (softly) bombarded with it • deciding the name was also hell • it took from the beginning to the end of the pregnancy just to agree on one • tragic • when the gender was found out • the boys went crazy • it’s a girl • they bought the kid • so • many • clothes and shoes and toys and- • the baby shower was type lit • your people came to sk for it • your favorite female member in the family made you walk around • so that the “baby could hurry up and come” • kookie and hobi had a breakdancing competition with your cousins • you know who won • yoongi stayed close to you along with namjoon and made sure that you were good • jin and tae were being social butterflies somehow with jimin following them • when you delivered the child • everyone was in your room • cheering you on • kookie held your hand through it all • since he’s the strongest • “i can take it” headass • his hand was red af and in pain that whole night and morning • they all took turns holding the baby ofc • shedding tears with you • you were lowkey afraid of going to sleep bc you thought that namjoon’s clumsy ass would drop the baby • he held her the most along with jimin • “we made a beautiful kid. thanks to me” -jin • which trig- yoongi • “so was it my sperm or yours that got y/n pregnant?” • jin was silent af for an hour • but he was alright • his ass was laughing inside like “damn.” • *fast forward* • yoongi was already trying the teach the kid how to play the piano and compose music • “damn yoongi give her time to grow teeth first.” - one of them • “shut the fuck up.” - yoongi • jimin spent the most time with the baby because “she’s so cute" • you know how he is • hobi taught her how to crawl • kookie and tae taught her how to walk • namjoon taught her korean when she could speak ofc • jin did whatever he did • which was everything • *end of storytime* • so yeah • they (yoongi) gave you a baby. • but now, let’s continue on what ya’ll do when the baby isn’t around • after you bounce back (health, body, etc.) • life is lit again • everyone is careful af when they’re doing you now • you usually can’t feel your legs after everything (you know this why did i even-) • imagine reaching your high 7 times though • imagining 7 different hands smacking/rubbing/grabbing your ass though • that’s some wild shit • you never run out of hair products • you always get new things (like every day of the week) • walking around the house with just one of their shirts on • ^ noticing that proud smirk that they do when they see you • getting stared at because they adore you that much and they’d rather be having sex with you instead of doing whatever they’re doing • but they do know how to give you breaks • they know when you’ve had enough • pms? ice cream and shared tears • obviously, you don’t have to work, everything is taken care of • but when they’re on tour • you’re lonely af • nah i’m kidding • you go with them • but during their comebacks and promotions you are lonely as hell • well it’s not that bad • you have your babygirl (that has seven fucking fathers) • your phone stays dead around those times • video chatting, phone calls and texting never come to an end • you love the attention though • “are you and the baby doing okay?” • “let me/us see her.” • “we’ll be there soon.” • “i/we miss you!” • just some things that they say to you when away • best believe that you and the baby are their lockscreens • and #1 priorities • when they’re away for some time and they come back • you have the best sex ever • tae turned you into a gucci fanatic btw • you and namjoon read books, sight see and visit museums together btw • yoongi taught you how to play the piano and be more blunt btw • you started laughing at jin’s dad jokes because you actually found them funny after a while • hobi, jimin and kookie made you more active, dancing was a hobby now • a lot of stuff changed (somehow for the better even though you still a hoe) when you started dating them
Solitude. The sound of her voice her only company.
Days passed. Simply. Easily. Quietly.
Sometimes she was very busy, the drawers full. Sometimes it was quiet enough for her to get her work done, and the paperwork filed.
She’d been able to add what she could to her notes to help the officers at Scotland Yard. A flash revealing the cause of death, or gender of the perpetrator, and she would search the body for the evidence to point the police in the right direction. A long blonde hair from a jealous wife. The scratches from an angry lover. Sometimes the entire scenario would play in her head, and she would invite the detective who caught the case into the morgue to “run something by him”. She was very good at making the officers think they’d worked out the evidence.
Except for one.
Detective Sergeant James Fraser.
He watched her like a hawk. Which made her nervous. Part of her nerves came from the fact that his eyes lingered a little too long on her.
She couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at her like that. Not even her husband.
He made her feel. And after Frank’s death she didn’t want feelings. Feelings hurt. Feelings like betrayal, and disdain. She’d had enough of those feelings to last a lifetime.
The detective aroused different feelings, though. Feelings long buried in Claire. Longing. Lust. He was too damn good looking, that was the problem. The way his hair curled at his nape. The small scar at the base of his throat just begging for her lips. The scruff after a long day. And the way he breathed the word ‘Aye’ when he was thinking something over.
Aside from the obvious attraction, he was extremely clever. And he seemed to enjoy bantering ideas back and forth with her. Claire always was attracted to a keen mind.
“Do ye think it could be connected?” They both stared down at yet another victim in a drawer.
Claire pursed her lips. Oh, it was connected. But she hadn’t found the tangible evidence yet.
“Could be,” she said, noncommittally.
“Och, come on, Claire,” he said, tucking his note pad away. His head hurt from over analyzing. It had been a long day. “I’m starving. Let’s get some dinner.”
She looked up at him. “No, thank you. I’ve got some tidying up to do here yet.”
James looked around the morgue. There wasn’t a thing out of place. Not a paper on her desk. “Oh, aye. I can see that. Swamped, you are.” He raised an eyebrow. She was avoiding him.
Claire laughed. “Okay. You caught me. It’s just, I don’t do dinner with people I work with.”
He threw her a look. “It’s work, Claire. No’ a date.” He took two steps toward the door and stopped. Turned back around to face her, cat eyes narrowed. “Although, I wouldna mind one of those, as well.”
The vision slammed into her brain. Heavy breaths. Moans. Sweat. Skin. Legs gripping his hips. Big hand cradling her breast. His mouth hot on hers. And the feel of him pulsing inside her.
And just like that, it was gone.
Claire blushed. God, she hated this. Because her visions were never wrong. She was headed down this path like a freight train on its track. It would take all her strength to thwart it.
She took a deep breath. “I suppose it will do us good to talk about the case.” She avoided his eyes. “Just let me grab my coat and purse, okay, Jamie?”
He watched her walk towards her desk, pulling open a narrow closet to retrieve her things. Jamie. No one called him Jamie, save his family.
He never let anyone at Scotland Yard give him a nickname. Ever.
Yet, she had just called him by the name he’d had as a wee lad.
He watched her tuck into her fourth slice of pizza. He liked a woman with an appetite. Reaching for the wine bottle, he topped up her glass.
It may have started out hesitantly, but they’d had a good night. Claire loosened up after a couple of glasses of Merlot, and some good, generic conversation. She was born in Oxfordshire, only child, parents died in a car crash when she was five. Raised by an Uncle, who’d also passed.
He shared his family tidbits, the deaths of his parents and brother, the sister he did have and her family. You had to give in order to get from Claire. Once she got some food and wine in her, the conversation became easier. They spoke of work and why she became an M.E. She liked to work alone, she said. She got tired of losing patients, and since she was damn good at diagnostics it seemed like a good next step.
“And why no partner for you, Jamie?”
“Interesting nickname ye’ve given me,” he said, grabbing another slice for himself.
Shit. Shitshitshit. “You mentioned it,” Claire mustered her bravado. Looked him straight in the eye. No blinking.
“I did not,” Jamie said, returning her stare. Just a hint of panic in those amber eyes.
“You did,” she said. “You said your nephew was Wee Jamie, named after you.”
Jamie hesitated. So he had. Two hours after she first used the nickname, but he’d let that go.
He inclined his head in defeat. “So, why do ye think my latest victim is tied to the last one?”
An abrupt change in topic was in order. He didn’t want to lose her. He was having a good time. Claire was good company. She was gorgeous. Sexy. Now he found himself being attracted to her sharp mind and quick humour.
“They both died of some sort of poisoning. I haven’t determined what, yet. I’m waiting for toxicology to come back for the latest victim, but what I haven’t told you is that their stomach contents seemed similar. That should give you more information.”
Jamie set his slice down on his plate. “Interesting. So I know where I’m starting tomorrow. On the street retracing their steps.”
They finished dinner sharing stories, some gory, some embarrassing, some hilarious. Claire couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun in a man’s company. Being married to Frank was not easy. He was fastidious. Predictable. Controlling. He never liked it if she laughed too loud, or talked to much.
In the beginning they’d gone out to dinner like this, and then with other academic couples. Those were never fun. She’d see the grimace cross his face when she said something he didn’t find intelligent enough, or he’d give her the “For God’s Sake Claire Quiet Down” tap on her leg under the table.
The worst outing was when she spontaneously went along on the dinner where he was “treating his research assistant” as a thank you. She knew immediately that they were sleeping together. Sparked quite the argument when they got home. The first of many.
None of that absolved her from her sin, though.
Jamie seemed to like her laugh. She could tell. He’d watch her mouth then grin from ear to ear. His eyes would get even more cat-like as he enjoyed her mirth.
He paid the bill, amid protests. He helped her on with her coat. He escorted her to his car, not letting her walk home at this hour.
He pulled up smoothly in front of her townhouse. He was out of the car and around the vehicle just as she climbed out.
“Thanks for dinner, James.” She stuck out her hand.
Jamie looked at her hand as if she had the plague. “James, is it now?”
He reached out and took her hand. The way a man takes a woman’s hand. A woman he’s been on a date with.
Hands. Stroking. Wound in her hair. Tugging. Heat filled her chest. Panting. Passion.
She found it hard to breathe. She could feel the arousal, the heat blossom between her legs.
She twisted her hand out of his and fell back against the car.
Jamie turned, concern mingled with shock on his face. He knew immediately what had happened.
He waited until she caught her balance. And her breath.
“Ye’ve seen us. Haven’t ye?” He bent his 6′ 4″ frame down so he could look Claire in the eyes.
Claire was terrified. How to answer? God, dare she tell him? She didn’t need to, apparently. Bastard already knew. She could see it in his eyes.
“We’re good together, aren’t we?” he whispered, eyes dark like a hurricane.
I’m combining two requests because they were along the same lines and it means I get to post it quicker, hope you don’t mind!
Mark X gender neutral reader.
Request: “If it isn’t too much trouble, could you make a fluff scenario with Mark? In which his s/o is originally really timid and thoughtful, but she can be really unpredictable when being around him, resulting in Mark getting really embarrassed when she expresses her feelings towards him so openly, but only falling harder for her and trying to become more open about his feelings just like she does.♡
Could you make a reaction of Mark being shyly confessed to by his s/o out of nowhere at an unexpected time? 💫
Definitely wouldn’t have seen it coming
most of the time he was even the one to initiate conversation with you.
you would have been crushing on him for a long time before you built up the confidence to confess
Your confession definitely didn’t work out as you had planned because you were a bundle of nerves
and it just kinda happened.
he had a day off from practising and because of how rare those days were he wanted to make the most of it.
You two had met through school and though you first came off cold due to your shyness he realised that wasn’t the case,and as he slowly started to break down your walls, you two became inseparable
so he phoned you while you were half asleep asking if you wanted to spend the day with him to which you agreed and said you’d meet him outside your house in half an hour.
after you’d finished the call, it was only then that it registered in your brain that you had been talking to mark and you literally screamed, sending your parents straight into your room like “woAH WHAT’S WRONG”
and you’d wave it off saying it was a spider while slowly dying inside of embarrassment.
so you quickly got ready and waited outside the house, while coming up with topic conversations and trying not to stutter , when mark finally arrived you were standing talking to yourself.
“yes! hi, hey, hello I was just saying bye to my mom, bye mOM I’M GOING NOW LOVE YOU”
so you’d walk together to the market place where the street food was, making small talk along the way.
you guys would literally eat something from every food stall, mark refusing to let you buy any of it.
it was really busy when you guys went so he was kind of holding onto your arm and you’re like woah?????
what is this??????
but to be honest at this point you were glad he was holding onto you because your knees felt like jeLLY
He turned to smile at you, “ are you okay? I know you’re not a fan of big crowds but I’ll get you out of here don’t worry”
my heart just melted
I love mark lee
he’d move his hand from your arms to your hand and laced it together with yours
UH..SO YOU DON’T GET LOST Y’KNOW I’M JUST BEING C-CAREFUL
and he’d walk with you to the nearest park where you’d sit together on the swings, talking about anything and everything as the afternoon sun began to slowly fade.
and out of the corner of your eye you noticed a little kid trip up and fall to the ground and before you could even comprehend what had happened mark was already over there making sure he was okay
and if your feelings for him could have gotten any stronger they jUST DID
he’d walk back over to the swings, patting his trousers and sat next to you, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat
he smiled back slightly confused “what?”
“you’re just so cute”
DHIT SHIT HSIT SHIT
mark was taken aback by your sudden burst of confidence, but the rosy glow on your cheeks only made it even more adorable
“ oh my god I’m so sorry it ju-”
“I think you’re pretty cute too”
EXCUSE ME, REPEAT PLEASE
“I said I think you’re pretty cute too”
“do you wanna, um go out tommorrow after school, as in like…….. a date?”
“YES! Oh um yeah sure sounds good, I’d like that” plAY IT COOL
it would be so awkward on the way home because your friendship is kind of going up a level and you’re both kind of flabbergasted because you didn’t know the other person felt the same way.
but when you arrived at your doorstep he’d give you a quick hug and step back with the cutest smile, scratching the back of him neck
Summary: Tomorrow came, as it inevitably does, and now the reader has to think about her relationship with Dean. But what will happen if they have to share more than a bed?
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It was tomorrow.
When you’d opened your eyes this morning you became acutely aware of the unfamiliar weight still around your middle, Dean’s muscled arm caging you in in a way that - despite your best efforts - wasn’t unwelcome, but you knew had to be stopped as soon as possible.
Getting involved with a hunter was dangerous and only ever ended one way: badly. He’d die and leave you alone, or you’d die and leave him, and no matter what happened someone was getting hurt – whether fatally or not. You couldn’t risk emotional attachment or compromise your ability to think rationally – which would most certainly happen if you had a relationship clouding your judgment.
Mercifully Dean woke up and rolled over at that point, stretching his arms and yawning. Then he flung a pillow at Sam to wake him up.
And now here you were, sitting in the back seat of the impala and heading back to the room with the beds - the two beds – ready to do it all over again. You promised yourself tonight you would be stronger, promised tonight you would keep your distance and stay away from the man on the other side of the bed, from the man you loved despite your best efforts not to. But you knew the truth. If he pulled you close, if he offered his warmth, your fortitude would crumble and you wouldn’t reject him.
Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?
“What were you thinking!” my mom shouted at me from the passenger’s seat once we got into the car. I didn’t say anything. Not because I was ignoring my mother, but simply because I had no idea what to say. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I was thinking in the first place. And everything because of those beautiful whisky eyes…
“(Y/N)! Are you even listening?”
“Of course I am, mother,” I said, as calmly as I could.
“So what did I just say?” she crossed her arms and looked at me with great expectations. I just sighed and didn’t respond. That was clearly enough for my mother.
“Well, I hope you had enough alone time with your friend up there, because I forbid you to see him.” Soon after she said it, she realised that she made a big mistake with her word choice. “You know what I mean.”
I did. But that didn’t even bother me. What was stuck in my mind, was how she said that word: friend. It was so full of disgust. So what? Now I couldn’t be friends with boys? My mom always had problems with me hanging out with the male gender, but it never went this far. Well, then again, I never ran away from a dinner party before with somebody of the male gender.
“Fine.” I said, “But I do want to let you know that he was the only person today that did not think I was a freak.”
“I really do not care now!”
“Honey!” my father finally spoke up from behind his steering wheel. He gave my mom a stern look, but she totally ignored it. At least he tried. That was probably the only thing you could do with my mom: try. Especially if she was angry. And in this case she was pissed.
At home I was directly send to my room. Which was fine, as I did not want to talk to my parents anyway. And if I went to sleep now, I could see Stiles again.
The next morning, I was woken up by my father for a change.
“Wake up sweetie.” he said softly. I opened my eyes and was greeted with my own reflection from my glasses. My dad put them into my hand and I put them on. “There are some clothes on the chair. Put them on. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” and he left, closing the door behind him.
I got up and looked at the clothes that were neatly left for me. It was a simple black t shirt with some skinny jeans and a hoodie. I put it on and walked to the kitchen, with my cane in my hand.
My mom was already up and cooking. She didn’t say a word to me. Drama queen. I sat down and she shoved a plate of food in front of me. I ate it without commenting.
When I was done with my breakfast, dad told me to get the rest of my stuff because we were leaving in a few minutes. I walked back to my room and got my books. I put them into my backpack and with that I was ready. My dad was already waiting for me, so we could quickly leave for school.
At the end, I did say a quick “Bye,” to my mom, but obviously she just ignored me.
As if it became a tradition, neither I nor my father spoke while driving. I started to get used to it. Not talking was definitely easier than making up lies as answers to their stupid and unnecessary questions.
Finally arriving in the parking lot of the school, I opened the door, but I was stopped by my father: “Do I have to walk you to the entrance?”
“No, it’s fine, a friend is actually picking me up from here,” I lied.
“Well, than I’ll wait until she gets here.” I wanted to tell him he shouldn’t, but as if on queue, Lydia’s car drove into the parking lot. I released a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding. She parked right next to my father’s car and once she got out, she greeted me with a wide smile and a hug.
“(Y/N)! Good morning.”
“Morning,” I said a bit awkwardly. I did not expect her to be a morning person. She finally let go of me and said a quick hello to my dad. He, in his turn, just waved and drove off.
“Don’t. Just don’t finish that sentence.” I sighed. “Let’s go inside.” Lydia agreed and we walked towards the school. But surprisingly, we were stopped in our footsteps when my father’s car almost drove us over. Lydia stopped my right in time, otherwise I would have been a pancake. He rolled down his window and looked at Lydia.
“Here are mine and her mothers numbers and out adress. If something happens call one of us. But better call me.”
“Okay, thank you sir.” she said unsure. Of course, my dad didn’t say anything back, just nodded his head slightly and drove off again.
It was still quite empty in the building. I even think we were the only ones here.
“So, how was the dinner,” Lydia surprised me with the question. How did she even know about it.
“Yeah, Stiles SKYPE’d all of us afterwards and told us about it,” she explained and I immediately started to blush. I started to wonder about what exactly he told them. But, did anything happen actually?
“Oh.” I simply said after a while. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lydia give me small smile. We stopped in front of her locker and she put some books in it. Slowly, people started to turn up.
“Hey guys,” I heard Malia’s voice from afar. She walked up to us. She was still looking at me the same way as yesterday. Fortunately, she didn’t comment on it this time. She started to talk to Lydia and I tried not to listen. I looked around, without looking like I was actually looking, for somebody else I knew.
“Scott, shut up,” a voice erupted from the end of the hall. A few seconds later. Stiles showed up through the crowd. He smiled when he saw me, but I obviously couldn’t return the favour.
“Hey, (Y/N). You going to your locker?”
“Yes actually. Do you want to join me?”
“It would be an honour.” he lightly bowed down and I had to hold in a giggle. Why was he so adorable?
Stiles said a quick “hey” to the girls, took my hand and lead me to our lockers. Even though more and more people started to show up in the hallways, it was still empty where we were supposed to be. We stopped in front of my locker and I unlocked it. Stiles was leaning against the wall next to me and just looking at me with a small smile. It was a bit strange, but I enjoyed it.
“So, last night,” he said once I closed my locker again.
“What about it.”
Stiles thought for a second. I could see he was bothered by something. “Uhm, nevermind.” he shrugged and walked to his locker. I followed him with my eyes from behind m dark glasses. As usual, he looked amazing. His dark hair was up and messy. His shirt showed off every feature that needed to be showed off. But what amazed me the most was, how he didn’t notice how good he looked. From the other side of the hallway, I saw two girls looking at him and when he turned around to say hi, they immediately started to blush. And there were plenty of other girls who would react the same.
“So, I was thinking,” he said after a minute, “would you like to hang out today, after school?”
“I would love to,” I said, but quickly my smile faded, “But my mom kind of forbid me to hang out with you after, you know.”
“Well, I have lacrosse practice today, so if you want, you can come by and we can talk there.” he suggested.
“Don’t you need the… I don’t know, practice then.”
“Oh no. I don’t really do anything there. I’m pretty bad.” I wanted to say that I was sure he was better than he thought, but right at that moment, the bell rang, so we had to head to class. Just like yesterday, Stiles guided me to the class. And the next one too. And the one after that. And also to lunch.
We were the first to arrive at the table so we just ate in silence and waited until the rest arrived.
“Hey, guys,” I heard Scott say once he arrived at the table with Kira. They sat next to each other, opposite of Stiles and I, and to be honest, I was so jealous of how cute they looked together. Stiles started to talk to his best friend and without realisation, he put his arm on the back rest of the chair I was sitting on for support. I knew it was no big deal, his arm wasn’t round me it was just behind me. But I just couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought of being embraced by…
“(Y/N)?” My thoughts were broken by somebody calling my name.
“Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, whoever had called me.
“I was asking if you know anything about lacrosse.” Scott repeated himself.
“Uhm, not really. I don’t know anything about any sport.” I said a bit unsure. I felt so stupid. So… alone. Nobody knew what it was like to be like me. No one could relate or genuinely say: “I know what you mean” or “I know that feeling”. Because they don’t. I mean: How many people that are born blind, get attacked by an wild animal and get their sight back. But of course, they don’t want to be turned into a science experiment, so they still have to pretend to be blind. Only this time, they also have a gigantic scar across their face.
“That’s okay. I will tell you everything about it,” Stiles said with a big smile as he, this time for real, put his arm around me and gave me a sideways hug. I thanked him and hugged him back. I gelt everybody at the table looking at us. Together with Lydia and Malia that had just joined us. I could see that Malia was trying very hard not to stare at me like she did the day before, because she only looked very quickly at me and Stiles and never made “eye contact” with me ever again. It made me very uneasy. There was definitely something about me that she didn’t like.
The bell rang and I walked with Scott, who I shared my next lesson with, to the classroom. He was very sweet, but nothing compared to Stiles.
“What do you think?”
“Of what?” I answered his question with another one.
“Beacon Hills, School, S-” he coughed, ‘uhum, us.”
“Everything is great. Except for the fact that my mom hates it that, for the first time in my life, I’m making friends.” Scott clearly did not know what to say. Who would blame him? After sometime, he finally managed to say something: “I’m sure she’ll get over it quickly.” right at the point that we stepped into the room. For reassurance, I sat down next to Scott.
The class was very boring. Just like the other teachers today (and yesterday) clearly heard of what happened at ECON, so nobody had asked me to introduce myself or put my glasses off. I was officially the creepy new girl that even the teachers were afraid. Just what I wanted to be.
After the last lesson of the day, I was dragged outside by Lydia to the bleachers of the lacrosse field. Malia was sitting behind us and I could feel her eyes drilling into the back of my head.
“(Y.N)” Stiles yelled my name. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up. Fortunately, the girls didn’t notice it. Or at least, they didn’t comment on it.
Stiles walked up to us and he sat down next to me. I don’t how or why, but he managed to look even amazing in a simple, old, grey shirt and some track pants. In his hands, he held his lacrosse stick. As he sat down, he accidentally poked me with it in the leg.
“Sorry,” he apologised. I told him that it was fine. “You wanna hold it? Like, know what it actually is that I poked you with. Wow, that sounded terrible.”
“Yeah, sure.” I laughed at his rambling. He handed me his stick. It surprisingly felt lighter than what I imagined it would feel like. Which was still a bit heavy, but it was doable. I put my hands on the top of the stick, where the net it, and felt it. It felt rough and old. A bit worn out too.
“You probably have to get a new net. This one feels a bit old,” I told him. Stiles did not seem to be amused by my comment.
“HEY KIDS, LOOK OUT!” suddenly somebody shouted from the field. I looked in front of me just to see a small white ball rushing towards me and getting bigger and bigger. Without thinking I swung with the stick and expecting to get hit in the face, I hud behind Stiles, but nothing happened. Instead, people started to cheer. I sat up straight again and looked at the stick that I was holding. This time, there was a heavy, white lacrosse ball in it.
“Hey, girl. That was amazing. Can you throw it back now?” the coach yelled.
“I don’t think she can!” Malia yelled from behind me.
“I probably could with some help.” I looked to Stiles with a little smile. We stood up and he put his arms around me, embracing me completely as we held the lacrosse stick together. He showed me where my hands had to be positioned and then turned me to the right position so I would actually throw it in the direction of the coach. Unfortunately, then he let go. I realised there was some wind rushing to the the left, so I swung a bit more to the right. Everybody watched the ball as it flew through the air. It passed coach, but landed perfectly in the net of a stick that was laying on the ground.
The small audience on the bleachers erupted in cheers and yells. It actually scared me to realise how many people saw that. “Oh my god! Did I hit somebody?” I asked Stiles, looking a bit a scared. His expression changed very quickly. Before I was looking at him, he seemed to be extremely confused, just like Malia yesterday. As soon as he looked at me, he gave me a wide smile and hugged me.
“You did absolutely great.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question. I have a feeling that you would be extremely amused by me hitting any person on that field.”
“True. Sadly, no. You didn’t hit anyone. In fact, you threw the ball straight into a net of a stick. How the hell did you do that? Are you like Daredevil or something?”
title ⟶ Here Lies You summary ⟶For some unknown reason, you are now Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi is now you and neither of you can figure out why or how you frequently switch places. pairing ⟶ min yoongi x reader words⟶ 11.8k genre ⟶ humor, fluff, kimi no na wa!au warning⟶ mentions of death playlist⟶ here
a/n: this was honestly such a spur of the moment fic, but I couldn’t help myself after getting the idea to write it. special thanks to @stormae for listening to all of my ideas. I decided to dedicate this one to @inktae & @minful for being the amazing people they are, and I think it’s safe to say we all share the same amount of love for this movie.
i wrote this literally years ago and i’m never going to complete it, but i figured i’d post it here in case anyone was interested :)
A flick seems like too
much- really, there is no point with the way the wrist had to bend to
accommodate the second swish. He pulls out his wand, the grey tint of mountain
ash turning near silver in the candlelight of the great hall, and performs the spell
without the flick, “Aureus!” His quill obligingly turns into solid
gold, and he turns it back to scratch out the last instruction in the book.
McGonagall does this thing with her eyebrows when he screws around with the
spells, and this is going to be awesome.
“That’s a fifth year
spell, you utter freak,” his bag is pushed aside onto the floor so Jackson
can slide in beside him. “Wait two more years.”
Stiles grabs his bag to
save it from the dirty, dirty floor and places it on his other side, “We
can’t all be Charms nerds like you. Speaking of, how’d your meeting with
Jackson’s sneer turns
into an almost smile, “He offered to teach me dueling in exchange for
being his research assistant.”
He hits him in the shoulder
with his transfiguration book, which judging by Jackson’s glare may be too
heavy for that, “Shut up! That’s amazing - there are seventh years who’d kill some small children to get that
Jackson’s smile dims back
into a frown. He glances across at the other tables in the great hall,
“I’m sure those rumors will start soon enough.”
Stiles nudges the other
boy so he looks back at him, “Well, I think it’s great, and well earned.
You’ve done our house proud.”
He makes the face he does
when he’s pleased but doesn’t want to show it and starts loading his plate with
food. “Did you go to the tryouts yesterday? I didn’t see you.”
Stiles opens his book so
he can get back to taking notes, “Why put myself through the second hand
embarrassment? Besides, there’s only one chaser spot open, and it’s not like
Ethan and Aiden are going to choose someone bad.”
you,” he points at Stiles with his fork.
He sticks his tongue out,
“I’m a brilliant seeker, or at least I suck less than everyone else.
Forget that, come with me to Gryffindor tryouts, that’s going to be intense.
And brutal. Danny lost all of his team except for Scott and Heather.”
“All the easier to
crush them,” Jackson snorts.
Stiles copies down the
spell to turn a raven into a writing desk, not sure when he’d ever feel the
need to use it, but that’s hardly the
point. “Danny Mahealani is the nicest, friendliest person ever, except on
the Quidditch field. He runs the Gryffindors way harder than twins do us.”
Jackson rolls his eyes,
“Literally the last thing I want to do is watch you and McCall panting
after each other for three hours. We’ll kill them in the first game, and every
game after, and that’s all that matters.”
he waves across the hall, and Scott’s already scanning the table to catch sight
of him. They exchange a few eyebrow waggles and suggestive hand gestures, the
same system they developed when they were eight, and he starts to pack up his
things. “I’m going to have dessert at the Gryffindor table, want to
“No,” he says,
although he’s looking a little too intently at his mashed potatoes, “I
don’t actually enjoy getting detention, you know.”
Stiles hikes his bag over
his shoulder, “Do you know that
you don’t have start a duel every time we sit with the Gryffindors?”
“Yes I do,” Jackson
scowls, “because one of those bastards will run their mouths about me, or
you, and then I’ll have beat some manners into them. They could at least
pretend to be civilized and say those things behind our backs. House of
muggleborns, they were never taught any honor.”
“You don’t actually
have to do anything when they say something about me,” Stiles points out,
“and we’re Slytherins, we don’t have honor.”
“I have honor,”
he stabs his chicken as if it’s personally offended him.
Stiles is pretty sure that’s
the other boy’s answer to both of his previous statements, and he makes a point
of sighing dramatically as he drops his bag back onto the bench. “Don’t
move, I’ll make Scott come over here.”
Genre;; detective!au i guess and PI!au which are my absolute FAVE aus i love police shows +++ FLUFF??
Warnings;; none i mean not that i know of there’s mention of a robbery & kidnapping so?
Pairing;; Choi Minki/Ren x reader
Summary;; Minki is an annoying PI who keeps solving the case before the police even find a single lead, that is, until you two meet…
Style;; bullet point because i am not in the MOOD TO WRITE FULLY – gender neutral + stuff
Word Count; 3071
So;; this is my first AU that I’m posting and it’s one that i’ve wanted to write for a long time so!! I hope that it’s good and that yall enjoy it; i love minki so i really wanted to do this uhh watch when half on my aus on here are minki stuff lmao bye; idk;; uhhh lets goooo
there is not a single human on the police force that doesn’t despise the annoying PI choi Minki or,, ‘Ren’ as he likes to be called
dumb name right (not i love you Minki i’m sorry)
he somehow always manages to get to the scene of a crime before the police even know the crime has occurred like… how??
he’s always rubbing it into their faces when they turn up as he’s leaving with bags of evidence like
‘oh you’re a bit late aren’t you??’
you’re a new detective on the police force straight out of police school or whatever;; specialised in profiling ooh go you!!
everyone kind of;; treats you badly because uhh newbie makes the tea and coffee that’s their job??
but they still spill all the tea about Minki to you because he is CONSTANTLY aggravating them and refusing to work with the police;;
it takes 2 weeks for them to even invite you along to a case;;
a woman in her 90s who lived with her 20 year old granddaughter had her sapphire pendant stolen while she was in the house how sad :( poor granny
you shuffle into the room following your colleagues and straight away you look at him and realise wow;; this guy is;;; beautiful how come they mentioned how annoying he is and not how beautiful this man is??
it doesn’t take long for him to realise you’re staring at him mainly because all of your colleagues are scrambling to collect what’s left of the evidence while you’re just,, stood still like a rock (uhh medusa beauty much??)
so,, as he stuffs his notebook into his pocket he walks over to you and hands you… his business card
‘call me anytime’
he nods as he slips the card into your hand,,, WINKING, and then he leaves lol
you just give him a look like ;; what;; and get on with your work but… that darn beautiful man is on your mind gO AWAY Minki FFFFF
I mean that is until the next day when you wake up to an angry phone call because…
the uncooperative PI Ren has rang the police force and asked to speak to,, well what seems to be,, you??
I mean he described you as ‘that new detective that looked like a rabbit in the headlights and had no idea what they were doing but seemed to really enjoy staring at my face’ is he wrong tho i think not
So;; you rise out of bed because wow your co worker seemed mad and you do nOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS OPPORTUNITY
Mainly because you wanted to find out how the hell he could solve things so fast but
Also because uhh he is a beautiful specimen who would turn that down??
Request: “hii, can I request how SF9 would react to you being pregnant? Thank youu.”
~admin cb ☆
At first, he wouldn’t believe you, and he’d challenge you to ‘prove’ it. He’d be a bit obnoxious, but that’s only because he couldn’t fathom the fact that you were really pregnant. When you told him for like the 4783620th time, he would then believe you, and that’s when the princess treatment begins. He might end up smothering you, and BOY, he wouldn’t let you do anything by yourself. He sees you trying to pick up something? You wouldn’t even get the chance to touch it. You want to take a shower? He gets a warm bath running, telling you that you shouldn’t stand so much. Oh, and that’s another thing– he’d immediately get to reading those pregnancy books, so don’t be surprised when he randomly blurts out information he learned about your pregnancy– including what you should eat (he’ll be doing the cooking from then on). He’ll practically know more about your pregnancy than you, and he’d even go to every ultrasound you have & remind you about your appointments. Just expect Inseong to do literally anything for you, and you might have to tell him to back off every once in a while. Also, everyone and their mama will know that you’re pregnant with his baby- he wouldn’t hesitate to tell everyone, and by everyone, I mean anyone and everyone.
“She has MY bun in the oven”
“Hyung, don’t you mean she has A bun in the oven? Also, you’ve told a thousand times in the past week”
When you told Youngbin that you were pregnant, he would immediately get into dad mode. If you thought Youngbin was protective of you before, well you are in for a ride. He will be protective x3. He’ll want to know your whereabouts at all times, and he would talk to your baby. Yes, actually talk to your baby, while they are still inside of you. In fact, he would probably talk to the baby more than you. Honestly, the baby would be his whole life from that moment forward, and he’d be worried any time he’s away from you. You might need to reassure him a lot when he’s away at work or–even worse–in another country. He would want to keep your pregnancy a secret for a while before telling the boys, and he’d definitely want to keep you out of the public eye, so that you don’t end stressed in any way possible, which can potentially harm the baby. He’d tell his members when you were actually showing, that way he would have enough privacy with you before he ends up telling others, because he knows how the news of your pregnancy could change a lot of things.
*him and the boys are laughing and having a good time when you get up to use the restroom*
(gif) “Where are you going?”
“To the restroom”
*stands up* “I’ll go with you-” *everyone gets quiet*
*sits back down* “Okay, well call me if you need help with-”
Jaeyoon would be extremely happy. This cutie over here would protect you at all costs. He’d be another person who will constantly check up on you. I can see him being extra soft when he’s back from work at night, and he’d want to take a nice warm bubble bath with you, where he would bathe you and just pamper you. That would be one of the many special treatments he would do for you. He’d tend to all of your needs, and would even rub your feel when they got swollen. Expect a lot of “you’re glowing, Y/N” and “you look beautiful” and just random compliments like that. He’d want you to feel good throughout your pregnancy, so he wouldn’t complain about doing things like that for you, and he’d make sure you don’t feel otherwise. He’d honestly be so caught up with you, that he might end up forgetting to tell everyone else lol
*He’s rubbing your feet* “Hey, Jaeyoon, did you tell any of the guys?”
“…Me being pregnant..?”
“…OH… I completely forgot”
Can I just say FLUFFY? That’s exactly how Dawon will be when you told him you were pregnant. Of course, there will be that initially shock because this jokester thought most things were funny up until that point. He would tell you to stop messing with him, saying something along the lines of “are you serious? you better not be messing with me, Y/N” and he’d kind of get in your space until he could see that you weren’t kidding. Now, that’s where the FLUFF comes in. He would treat you like you were royalty, and any time someone brought you up, he would get in their face and ask them what they know, which pretty much concludes that he would be one to accidentally tell everyone the news. Alright, so not only will he treat you like a queen, but he will put aside all his usually tricks and games to take this chance to learn more about your pregnancy and his role as a father. He’d also use his free time from working to spend more time with you and see how you’re doing throughout the pregnancy as well. Even so, we all know Dawon, and he might not leave his joking completely. So expect him to find certain aspects of your pregnancy funny, such as how the baby looks in the ultrasound pictures.
“Y/N, does this mean it’s a boy or a girl?” *points at random place on ultrasound pic*
“Dawon, that’s it’s nose”
*looks at you with a forced disgusted face* “Why does it look like that?”
“Like… an alien” *you give him a look* “Sorry, I’ll stop now”
Once you told Zuho you were pregnant, he would get choked up. He wouldn’t believe his ears at first, and he’d ask you once more to make sure he was hearing right. When you repeated it again, he would have so many questions.
“Wait, how far along are you? Do you know the gender yet? Can I come to your next appointment? What do I need to do to prepare?”
He’d be very overwhelmed, but not in a bad way– it’s mainly because he wasn’t expecting it at all. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you and the baby, and he’d want to be as involved as possible, but he might end up being only invested into this new aspect of his life. Zuho might not know that he was doing all that, so you might need remind him that he still has other obligations, like to his group and to his fans. He’s one to get super nervous as well, not knowing if he was ready to be a father, not because he didn’t want to be, but he thought he couldn’t live up to the expectations. Don’t worry though, because all of that would change when he sees his baby for the first time, and understands that it isn’t as complex as he thought.
Even so, during your pregnancy, expect him to do things for you without you asking, such as making sure you had some food waiting for you when you woke up, in case he had to leave early, which means he’ll wake up even earlier to cook for you. He’d also spend very intimate time with you, such as cuddling you with his hand on your belly. He’d also massage you when he sees that you’re stressed out. Overall, he might work himself too much to make sure you didn’t have to have a care in the world, but make sure you let this baby know he has needs as well (i swear i meant for this to be fluffy)
//Where do I even start with this one?? Okay, Rowoon was made to be a father, I mean do you see how he treats his members? He’s prepared, alright//
When you told him you were pregnant, his attention will be on you at all times, but not to the point where others will suspect that something is going on. He’d be sure to protect you from the public eye, and he wouldn’t tell anyone unless you were comfortable with him doing so. He’d consult you on everything from then on, so expect a lot of him asking you if he could do whatever before making any plans.
“Y/N, the guys me to eat out with them tonight”
“Okay, have fun!”
*opens the door but then closes it* “You know, if you want me to stay and care for the baby with you-”
“The baby isn’t even born yet…”
“Right, but if you need me to stay-”
*you get a text right after asking you if you’re sure you don’t need him to stay*
Rowoon would tend to all of your needs, and just like Inseong, he’d get straight to hitting the books and learning all that he could. He’d also want to be with you at all times, so don’t feel bad if you need to tell him to do his own thing once in a while.
//Cheesy, cheesy, cheesyyy. I can’t emphasize how cheesy Taeyang would be//
Telling Taeyang that you’re pregnant would make him the happiest man alive. Sure, he’s still young, but at this point, he’d be so relationship oriented with you, that it wouldn’t be the first thing he’d think about. Instead, he’d be thinking of how it would be like to raise a child with you, and how the baby’s room would look like, or what the baby’s name would be, or how to prepare for your due date. He would keep a calendar of all your appointments so that he can try to go to each one, so he can know that you and the baby are healthy. He would also do whatever he could to make sure that you were with him as much as possible. Taeyang would protect you at all costs, and he’d probably tell the boys that you’re pregnant after it finally settles with him. He’d be very open about his feelings throughout the whole pregnancy, since he felt that honesty is super important with this huge step in your relationship. Aaaand you can’t forget, he will be cheesy. I repeat, he will be cheesy.
“If it were a girl, I would want her to have your eyes”
“Aw. What if it were a boy?”
“I’d want him to have your eyes still.” *pauses* “and your smile, and your laugh-”
“Sorry… too cheesy?” *laughs*
//ignore the caption– he’d be more like ‘give me attention’//
Hwiyoung is already a baby, so you telling him that you’re bringing in another baby to this world would startle him. And that fact that it’s his baby (obviously) would startle him more. He’d be scared, but when you show him the ultrasound of the baby, and he feels the baby kicking, he wouldn’t resist wanting to actually meet the baby. He’d try to be as invested as possible, but this poor baby may not know what to do in a situation like this at first. However, if you reassure him that you are both going to do this together, he would collect himself and figure everything out. Even when the situation flips, and you are having a hard time with the pregnancy, he will suddenly be the one who comforts you. Pretty much this pregnancy would consist of you two supporting each other, and even when things get complicated, he will always be with you at the end of the day. He’d also go to his hyungs and ask them for some advice, before he lets anyone else know. He’d like to keep it a secret from every one else, just so you nor him get super overwhelmed by the extra attention. The only extra attention he would want was from you, because you might end up forgetting to give him some lol
*he sees you reading a pregnancy exercise book* “Y/N, let’s watch a movie”
“Give me just a sec” *continues to read for a good thirty more minutes*
*comes back* “Y/NNNNNNN” *whines*
“Let’s watch the movieeeee” *clings onto you until you do* (Tbh, you better give this handsome boy attention, or else he’ll smother you)
//kinda didn’t want to do Chani bc he’s underage and too young to have a baby, but this isn’t smut so I’ll let it slide//
Okay, so since Chani is so young, he wouldn’t understand what was going on. I mean, he would understand how a baby is made, but he didn’t think that he was going to be a dad so soon. He would be scared and would consult the boys right away for any advice. He’d tell you that he doesn’t know what to do, and he might end up saying some insensitive things because it caught him by surprise, and he didn’t know what would be coming next. Chani will probably have to take some time to himself to figure things out, but he’ll end up coming back to you, telling you that the only way that he could figure things out is if the two of you do it together. (ok, didn’t mean to make this angsty af, but he’s such a bby I don’t see him having kids any time soon, sorry)
Prompt: Lucy drops by the DEO regularly and is SHOOK at how quickly Maggie becomes a part of life there. Where Lucy ends up in their dynamic is your call
So you said you wanted more feels. You got ‘em. Fair warning, Lucy feels ahead.
Lucy Lane Loves Leather and Pain
Major Lucy Lane (never Lucille, shut the fuck up, Danvers) was the younger sister to a legend, an internationally renowned journalist, married to a goddamn superhero (and Lucy is very much bitter that she had to figure that one out on her own, as if she was never told because she spent so long with her father, no, she had to figure out that Clark and Kal were the same person). Major Lucy Lane lost her boyfriend to not one, but two goddamn Supers.
Major Lucy Lane spent a good portion of her life being jealous as hell. What does it take, she’d wonder, to actually be seen for myself.
It didn’t help that those damn supers were so nice. She tried to hate Kara. Kara Danvers was a giant ball of sunshine who stole her boyfriend without trying to at all, and then to find out she was Supergirl on top of everything, well that was just swell. And she had always gotten on better with Clark than with Lois, even before the Great Family Blow Up.
Lucy wanted to be seen as something other than the lesser member of her family. After everything went down with Myriad and almost sending Danvers Sr. and not-Hank Henshaw to CADMUS, she figured she and the elder Danvers had a lot in common and could relate. After they got over the whole arrested-you-and-had-you-carted-off-to-an-experimental-black-site-that-later-turned-out-to-be-the-home-to-domestic-terrorism thing. Alex said she was over it. Except for when she wanted to win, in which case, Alex was kind enough to hold it over Lucy’s head.
Alex held a lot of things over Lucy’s head, and often literally, because Alex Danvers is an asshole and thought short jokes were funny.
It took time though, for Lucy to really make it past the spiky Agent Danvers persona. Kara was easy, Kara accepted everyone with open arms until you literally proved you had no hope for redemption, and Winn wasn’t far behind. But Alex was cautious, Alex didn’t trust people, and it didn’t matter how many drinks they shared while complaining about super siblings and falling short, Alex held very much of herself at bay.
DADT was very much a thing during her career in the military. Her father was a general. Lucy’s attraction to both genders was something acknowledged after nights of heavy drinking or contemplative staring into the mirror, it was never something she actively pursued. That would have won her no favors with her father, the only family that hadn’t died or picked up and left, and he was all she had. When she broke from him, she suddenly found herself with friends and a new city, a new confidence she didn’t know what to do with.
Alex Danvers had always pinged her radar as less than straight, although her interactions with Maxwell Lord were nothing but pure entertainment for Lucy. The disgust on her face when Alex mentioned he once tried to feed her was priceless. Alex Danvers held everyone at bay, but over time, after her teams moved to the city base and they were relegated to once or twice a month bar meets, Lucy found herself wanting more than just friendship from the taller agent. She was beautiful, brilliant, perpetually single, and she understood.
So Lucy invited her out for drinks.
Alex invited Vasquez and Kara out for a girls’ night.
Lucy tried a fancy dinner, but an alien rampaging downtown ruined that one.
She tried cooking dinner, but that turned into another girls’ night.
Lucy wasn’t sure if this was Alex Danvers’ attempt to let her down gently, but it was really beginning to piss her off. Danvers wasn’t like Kara, she clearly couldn’t be wooed with food. And there were always drinks involved, so a nice whiskey wasn’t going to get her point across.
Lucy was beginning to think she needed to flat out ask Alex if she wanted to make out when the cop started showing up. She got the joy of hearing Alex bitch about the cop who tried to steal her crime scene at the airport. Lucy got to hear about the alien bar from everyone who got to spend time there, but she could never seem to make it.
And the cop. She got to hear about the cop so often.
Lucy is a jealous person.
Lucy freely admits that.
Alex Danvers doesn’t make friends.
Alex Danvers is finally friends with Lucy, even if the oblivious asshole never opens those goddamn whiskey deep eyes and notices the bisexual waving a pride flag in her goddamn face and asking her out every twenty minutes.
One could maybe see why Lucy was less than thrilled to hear about Alex having a new friend. A pretty friend. A smart friend. A brave friend.
Hello, Danvers, all that and a much better uniform is sitting right in front of your goddamn face. Would like to maybe sit on your goddamn face.
A cop friend who apparently was Alex’s gay awakening and excuse me what the absolute fuck I have been throwing myself at you for the last year.
For someone so damn smart, Alex Danvers was a goddamn dumbass.
And Pam was supposed to be on Lucy’s side, okay? Legal and HR are supposed to be tight, they are not supposed to give clearance to a crush’s crush okay they are supposed to make the other woman’s life impossible that what HR and Legal do.
Lucy always seems to miss meeting the cop when she visits. Which is odd, because no one ever shuts up about her. Winn goes on about how she saved his ass and she’s almost as awesome as his new bff Lena. James, her ex boyfriend who knows her a little too well and just smirks. Sweet, oblivious to her own bisexuality, ray of sunshine Kara Danvers is, of course, gushing about the woman who makes her sister so happy and she’s so helpful even if she eats weird healthy food. Even J’onn likes her, and he’s Alex’s Space Dad, no one is good enough for his favorite child and he’s said as much to Lucy’s face as nicely as possible.
It’s a Friday night when Lucy finally manages to ditch Major Lane early enough to catch beers in town with her friends. Well, she could have ditched the Major, but Lucy looks damn good in her uniform and she’s fairly confident the cop will notice, even if Agent Oblivious doesn’t.
The cop is hot. Like, wandering the desert for forty years hot.
But that’s not important.
What’s important is that Agent Alex Danvers sees Major Lucy Lane enter an alien bar in full uniform and looks her up and down, eyes wide, like she’s never seen Lucy before. Like she’s pairing the uniform with the sweaty body she spars with on Tuesday mornings, the one she pins down with a laugh only to get flipped on her own back because Lucy takes nothing lying down, not even her massive crush on the most oblivious woman on the planet (Kara, of course, is the most oblivious alien).
“Lookin’ good, Major.”
Lucy smiles, wide and full of teeth, “I look even better out of uniform and you know it, Agent.”
Alex isn’t the only one looking Lucy up and down. Not that Lucy’s complaining, because it’s nice to see she can still make a first impression. But the girlfriend (because that’s what she is) is less pleased at the laughing bear hug that Alex gives Lucy. Full body contact that literally lifts Lucy off her feet, smelling of leather and lavender and ozone from that damnable space gun of hers. Lucy takes her chance to wrap her arms around Alex’s neck and let herself fall into it. She likes feeling like she was missed.
Alex finally sets her down and spins her to face the hot cop, hands strong and warm over the dress blues. “Maggie, this is Major Lucy Lane, the desert’s biggest pain in the ass. Luce, this is Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division.”
The woman’s dark eyes stare her down. But she’s unsure about something. She’s trying to project a confidence she doesn’t feel, and Lucy might have missed it if she didn’t see the same thing in Alex every time Kara or J’onn was in trouble. Jesus, Lane, is that your type? Leather and bravado?
Not that Lucy blames herself at all.
They make it look hot.
Sawyer reaches out a hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Lucy shakes it. She’s jealous, not a bitch. “You too. Alex talks about you so much it’s like I know you already.”
Alex dips around Lucy to reach for her drink and throw it back.
Maggie smiles, slow and wide, and Lucy knows she’s fucked when she realizes the devil wears leather and sparkling fucking eyes are you for real. “Is that right, Danvers?”
Alex chokes a little, wiping clumsily at her mouth. “Pfft.”
Three beers are dropped off by a bartender that the three women barely notice. Lucy plays with the neck of her bottle before taking a swig. It’s just the three of them, and Alex and Maggie are leaning into each other, not even holding hands, and Lucy kind of wants to deck the detective.
“So, Sawyer, I have to know…”
Maggie and Alex both pin her down with curious stares. It’s just the three of them, and it’s about to get real awkward, because fuck it, Lucy wants to know. Because she’s Lucy, because she’s petty, because she’s jealous, she waits until they both go to take a sip. Lucy smirks. Go big or go home, Lane.
“How did you get her attention? Because I’ve been asking her out for a year.”
Maggie takes a slow, slow swallow, her eyes darting between Alex and Lucy, considering, a small smirk beginning to pull at the edges of her mouth.
Alex spits her beer all over an alien looking for a fight.
He found one.
And Lucy finds herself incredibly impressedturned on with the way these women got creative with pool sticks.
The first one is completely unexpected by the both of them. Raven believes she’s sterile because of her demon heritage, and Garfield thinks his genetics are too out of whack to ever have a kid. So they have unprotected sex a few times thinking nothing of it, and well. Surprise.
Raven’s pretty freaked out, more than Beast Boy. She’s just good at hiding it, and it takes her like a solid four-five months before she even can believe it, let alone tell anyone.
“Rae, uh…maybe lay off the twinkies?” Victor’s famous last words. She’s put on a few pounds, and starts working out to lose it because…there’s no way she’s pregnant, okay?
She sort of drops it on Beast Boy like a bomb. They’re just laying in bed, cuddling at like 4AM, listening to the thunderstorm going on outside and suddenly. “I think I’’m pregnant.”
So, Gar goes through it like phases.
First, he freaks out. “Are you sure? Like, how late are you? Can we even make a baby?! Oh my God, what’s it going to look like?! It’s going to be a monster!”
He doesn’t sleep the whole night; the whole time his heart is just lodged in his throat like he really messed up.
Next, he sneaks out to buy her a ‘peeing stick’. That’s not what they’re called, but he doesn’t care. He leans in and whispers to the pharmacist, “I need a peeing stick for my girlfriend…”
He buys like three, in case one or two are faulty. He also picks her up some waffles, chocolate (specifically, pocky which she developed a taste for in Japan), and a bouquet of flowers, because he can’t help but feel like this is all his fault.
He doesn’t know how peeing sticks work, and Raven keeps correcting him and getting annoyed.
He makes her pee on all three sticks.
Then he becomes catatonic and sits there, thinking if he stands he’ll pass out because all of them are positive. Yes, all three.
The next day, Gar takes on a new approach. He wants to know what Raven wants. He lets her know he’s supportive of whatever she decides, and that he’ll stay with her regardless. Also, he loves her and will be there every step of the way.
It’s the first time he’s seen her cry. (she insists it’s probably hormones, but he’s not so sure).
Raven decides to keep the baby, and they both make an appointment with a OBGYN.
Gar asks if they can see it already; he has more questions than Raven, but she knows he’s just nervous.
He starts buying every baby thing he sees and thinks is cute. Shoes and socks are among his favorite.
Him and Vic and Robin help build the cradle because Gar wants it to be part of the family (he never thought he’d be a dad, so he’s excited).
Raven experiences morning sickness and he’s always there to hold back her hair, get her water, and make sure she eats something her stomach can handle.
She blows up like a balloon when she’s pregnant, and Gar starts to worry that it might be twins.
He laughed at her once because he thought it was cute how she waddled. He slept on the couch for a week.
When she’s pregnant, she has an odd craving for Starfire’s mystery alien food and it terrifies everyone to witness it. Starfire is positively beaming.
Both Gar and Rae go to parenting class because neither of them know how to change diapers or anything.
Raven has a much harder time keeping her emotions in check when her hormones are so affected. As a result, she meditates more often, and everyone tries to steer clear from pissing her off (she broke the gamestation last time).
Gar’s noticed certain, er, parts of her have gotten noticeably bigger. Raven’s pretty shocked he’s still attracted to her considering she feels fat and awful. He disagrees and proves to her how much he wants her. ;)
TOYS. There’s a whole room overflowing with toys in the Tower!!!
Beast Boy will often shower with her to help her get to spots she can no longer reach now that she’s so pregnant.
When she was still only a few months along, and still participating in fights, Raven was thrown pretty hard by a villain, and Beast Boy went completely feral, unleashing the Beast until the other Titans had to sedate him to get him to stop.
The baby was okay, and so was Raven, but it was still all really scary.
Beast Boy has (much to Raven’s embarrassment) tried using an app to mash their features together and see what their kids would look like. It worked out horribly and the image haunts him to this day.
Neither of them care about the gender of the baby (but Gar is sort of partial to a girl if only because he wants a little princess to spoil rotten).
Before the baby is born, Raven surprises Gar by telling him she wants the girl to have Rita in her name, in honor of Elasti-Girl. He’s so touched, he cries openly.
Gar loves doing the cheesy dad stuff; he’ll rest his head on her belly and sleep, as a cat or puppy, or himself. He’ll read bedtime stories to the baby. He’ll sing to them, too. Raven thinks it’s really cute, and she knows he’s going to be a great father.
The first time the baby kicks when he’s touching her belly, Beast Boy is practically bouncing off walls and making everyone in the Tower come by and feel it as a mandatory activity.
Both Rae and Gar want the gender to be a surprise.
A lot of the baby stuff is animal themed. Foxes, owls, frogs, bears. It’s everywhere.
When Rae starts experiencing false contractions, Beast Boy thinks the real deal is going down, and feels very unprepared. Every painful stab makes Rae lose control of her temperance, and things start to break.
Beast Boy doesn’t mind being errand boy; he will literally go out at 2AM and get Raven twizzlers and cheese wiz if that’s what she’s craving.
He gives her foot rubs and massages because her legs get so swollen.
Beast Boy and Starfire insist on organizing her baby shower.
Raven sets up an entire shelving unit in the baby’s room with children’s books. Gar gets her a rocking chair.
Victor ensures the Tower is baby-proof because he’s adamant they won’t be moving out.
When the baby is finally born, neither parents can sleep, and all they want to do is spend time with them. Gar will watch them from the window of the nursery, and bring the nurses coffee and donuts in the NICU (their baby is a preemie).
Raven’s actual delivery procedure went pretty smooth, but they had to give her a C-Section, so she’s got a small scar on her belly from where the stitches were put in.
“So how about baby number two?” Beast Boy almost fainted when Robin made that jibe. It was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Reader and Sam get kidnapped.
Request from Anonymous:Hey! Could you do a Sam x reader where she is quiet and he’s mistaken it for shyness. Sam and the reader get kidnapped and she turns in to some witty, sarcastic, sassmaster until Dean helps them escape. Thanks!!
Author’s note: Okay Anon, I hope this was what you were looking for! I wasn’t sure why the reader was supposed to act shy all the time so this is what I came up with, and I hope the “sassmaster” parts are sassy enough! I’m personally very shy and being witty doesn't really come naturally for me, so I hope I did it justice. And just as a side note, the final part of Angel Rising will be up next week!
*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*
Your hands gripped the steering wheel of your white VW Bug as you sped down the highway, heading towards a sleepy little town where you were supposed to meet two other hunters Bobby was forcing you to work a case with. You didn’t really like the idea of working with strangers, especially in a dangerous situation where you needed to trust the people you were hunting with, but you had to admit you were grateful for the backup. You’d taken out nests by yourself before, but never one this big, and it would be nice to not have to constantly be looking over your shoulder.
Once you’d arrived in the town you pulled into the first motel you saw - just like Bobby had instructed – and parked beside a black Chevy Impala, which you wouldn’t have actually been able to spot if you hadn’t looked it up, but no one needed to know that. Then you stepped out of your car, straightened the skirt of your yellow sundress, and walked up to the door with the number 12 stuck to its face, which was directly in front of the Impala. After you knocked on the door you braced yourself for the impending looks of confusion and doubt when these hunters saw you, but it’s okay, you were used to it.
You heard shuffling behind the door and then heavy footsteps on the ground as one of the hunters made their way towards you, the door then creaking open on its rusty hinges and revealing a tall – no seriously, tall –man standing in the doorway. He had slightly wavy brown hair that almost came to his shoulders, green eyes that were just bordering on brown, and impressive muscles that you could see under his straining plaid shirt. And wow, was he attractive.
It is the same restaurant that
the two of you are sitting in. Three years have passed since the day he
proposed to you on your first date. Three years and fourteen days in fact, as
the two of you are here for your anniversary.
The first night as an officially
wedded couple had been extremely awkward for the two of you. Besides seeing
each other that first time, you had not had the time to sit down with him again
as the wedding was extremely rushed. In the span of two weeks, a banquet hall
was secured; invitations were given out, dress fittings that lasted until early
morning and countless interviews with reporters.
The interviews were the only time
the two of you were alone. Or “alone” in the sense of what viewers could see.
He would act the part of your loving husband and you would reciprocate as a doting,
head-over-heels wife. In every interview, your hands would be stacked on top of
each other, like statues that had been carved from stone.
You would answer questions as
best as you could and he would smile at you every chance he got. The interview would
always end with him looking at you and saying, “I love you.”
All of a sudden, the two of you
are standing across from each other on the sixteenth of August. Somehow, 365
days have passed.
Scenario where Takao is a famous rock star in his school while fem!reader is a classical musician; the two of them are tasked to collaborate on a song that will be used for their school's big play (or for a competition). Can you make it so that at first the two of them always bicker coz they have different tastes & perspective in music but eventually come to find a connection since they both love music. Cliché, I know >//< Thanks ♡ - Takao anon
This is a cute request, Takao anon! Reminds me of a Korean drama I watched a long time ago called Heartstrings (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
(Speaking of rock, RIP Chester Bennington. Although I did not grow up listening to Linkin Park, I know tons of people who overcame hardships with their music and knowing he passed from depression deeply saddens me.)
EDIT: This got really long and I got really, really tired as it’s quite late here while I’m writing. I’m sorry if you think it sucks more as it progresses, but I still hope you like it!
“Remind me again why this is a good idea.”
You glare at the dark-haired boy in front of you, face coated with light sweat and the top two buttons of his school uniform undone, revealing what appears to be a black tank top underneath. You don’t seem pleased, and his face mirrors yours crystal clear.
“You can say that to the principal. He was the one that ordered us to collaborate for Shuutoku High’s 62nd anniversary after all,” you nearly scoff out the word at its ludicrousness, “which is evidently a bad idea, if the ‘practices’ we had for the past three weeks do not prove enough.”
“Yeah, that’s on you and your snobbish classical-music-principles-must-be-upheld attitude,” he retorts, impersonating in an almost unintelligible, high-pitched voice that you assume is you. Your frown deepens at the childish mockery—you’ve seen him around school being very friendly and cheerful around his circle of friends (which include a lot of people, by the way). To see the flip side of the coin that is his personality, you realize, is in all ways tiring, disappointing, and infuriating. Who knew he could be this way? People won’t believe you if you tell them.
“I’ve never said that, and I don’t sound like that,” you reply, voice as stern as your unhappy gaze with your foot tapping on the piano pedal, not powerful enough to actually press it. “I just think that your idea of having a whole band accompaniment is too much. I can’t even see where the classical part fits in.”
Takao doesn’t look too pleased, obviously.
“Who says there needs to be a classical part, then?” He challenges as the grip on his electric guitar neck tightens. Your face morphs into that of mock laughter.
“Ahah—actually, the principal said so,” you deadpan, “and that’s, of course, the only reason I’m here.”
The two of you seem to stare lightning bolts into each others eyes, creating flaming sparks of tension, until both of you simultaneously look away and sigh.
It’s your seventh time meeting each other over the course of three weeks and you both are tired.
“What were we talking about again?”
“The chord progression here,” you point at a bar in your sheet music, not caring that Takao is on the other side of the music room and most likely unable to see what you wrote. You press four chords, one harmony in succession of the other. “I was thinking it would be better if it was E minor to F-sharp instead of going to F-sharp minor.”
“Yeah,” his face falls as he remembers the debate. “I was thinking F-sharp sounds really predictable.”
“Is F-sharp minor not as equally predictable? They’re both one tone away from E minor anyways.” You say, facing away from your piano keys now and back onto him again, the doused rage slowly seeping back in. The same cannot be said for Takao, however, as he runs his fingers through his hair and unplugs his guitar, walking over to his case to pack up.
“This isn’t going anywhere. I’m out.” He announces as he leaves, his voice as sharp as blade contradicting the casual way he puts his hands in his pockets.
You don’t let go of your breath even after he slams the door to the music room, leaving you alone. This wasn’t what you expected when the principal assigned you to work together with him—you imagined a dash of fun and, at the end of the day, the Shuutoku High’s anthem presented in a unique blend of two juxtaposing musical genres. You’d gain experience working with a person with a different musical background, you would be pleased, he would be pleased, the principal would be pleased, everyone would be pleased.
Not in this case, you think to yourself, looking at the mainly empty music sheet. You’ve barely finished the verse, there’s still the chorus to be worried about, and the principal expects the rearrangement of the school anthem to be presented during the celebration which is in slightly more than a month.
You’re doomed. Takao is an inherently different person—he plays and listens to a different genre, different instrument, writes down his music differently… it’s been nothing but bumps and hitches down the road so far.
Left with no option, you slap your two hands against your cheek, trying to snap yourself out of it in the literal sense.
You value the success of this project more than your pride.
A weak greeting offered, the bedroom door slammed. Clothes scattered on the floor, the shower was turned on, he got in and he got out. After almost an hour of lying down on his back staring at the ceiling of his room, Takao scratches his head and goes to work, grabbing the acoustic guitar by the bedside and strumming the chord progressions you told him earlier.
F-sharp or F-sharp minor.
Long, nimble fingers dance back and forth. E minor, F-sharp. E minor, F-sharp minor. He swears his ears are tricking him, because the more he plays it, the more the F-sharp you suggested sounds better—not like he’s going to admit that, of course.
“Shit,” he curses. He rarely involves pride or ego in his music, so catching himself thinking that forces him to take a step back. He sighs, abandoning the guitar on the bed for a pillow in his arms as he flops back to bed.
Maybe it’s because you’re so totally different. Yeah, that makes sense—he wants to tell you that you don’t know a damn thing about making good music (in retrospect, the unspoken message was probably sent through his actions), but deep down he knows that what he really means is that you don’t know how to make music of his taste.
He picks up his guitar, strums some chords again, and writes ‘F-sharp’ on the piece of paper when he hears his phone vibrate on his study desk.
From: snob classic musician [7/22/17 11:32 PM]
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Had the message not come from you, he would simply delete it and move on with his life. Putting into context the collaboration project, though, Takao taps on the link—
—bringing him to a video of classical-rock crossover examples.
Seven minutes and twenty-two seconds later, fingers typed, and the phone clack-clack-clacked in response to every key.
From: Takao [7/22/17 11:40 PM}
let’s use F-sharp
When you read the words on the bright screen, that’s when you let out the first relieved sigh that day.
Four weeks until the performance date and though the song arrangement is complete, the relationship between the both of you hasn’t advanced much. One could describe it as a momentary truce (you both are mature enough for that), but it’s not like you two have much to argue about now, especially with the D-Day close at hand.
Playing music is best done with people you enjoy playing with. It isn’t surprising to find that your practice performances rather stale despite the rather moving arrangement of the school anthem. Takao’s initial idea of having a band as accompaniment was scrapped because the two of you simply don’t have time—it is also harder to coordinate schedules with more people.
“Maybe make it softer around here,” he says, tapping on your sheet music. You wordlessly comply, playing the chords for him as the electric guitar sings above your piano on cue. It sounds good, but much like the relationship between the two of you, there’s still a gap of awkwardness that needs to be overcome.
“What do you think?”
“Mmm, okay,” you nod. At least he’s asking for your opinion now.
“I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. You send him a surprised look.
“I can’t think when I’m hungry.” He adds, looking irritably into space. Your shoulders relax as you gather your papers and close the key lid.
“Let’s go, then,” you say softly. “Food sounds good right about now.”
Takao stares at you, wide eyed, before feigning ignorance and simply tagging along your figure walking out of the music room. The late afternoon paints the world golden, he notices, and the way you seem to glow when you look back at him, asking if he’s coming, would trick him into thinking he has feelings for you had this been a shoujo manga.
It appears that everyone is out of school, the indoors empty and a handful of students using the outdoor courts. As you walk to Maji’s in the midst of Tokyo pedestrian traffic, he hears you humming to the tune of Sweet Dreams and considers elevating your relationship status:friends.
The weeks seem to roll by quickly and the day of the performance arrives. Neither of you are nervous, being fairly experienced with the stage. The song makes it easier to deliver—the two of you decided to do a more soulful take on your keys with a pinch of energy from his guitar, which is an… interesting way to present the anthem as opposed to the public expectations of a band performance.
The principal, apparently, has kept this a secret until the moment of reveal.
School anthems usually adapt a very common pattern and style, so you personally feel like even the slightest out-of-place variation can bring miscellany, and that is exactly what you did with Takao on stage. The electric guitar sounds surprisingly well together with the piano, and the two of you proved your skills by juxtaposing each other with your instruments: the piano turning passionate and electric guitar mellow, before the chorus is repeated for the last time in a grandiose finale.
Like every other performance you have given, the moment after the song ends is always the most confusing—as if you woke up from a dream so incredible it cannot be real. The crowd’s big applause is your wake up call, snapping you out of your dazed state to make you walk over to the center of the stage and perform the ultimate gesture as an entertainer who has ripped their heart and soul to please: bow.
Takao would look entranced still, if not for the small smirk-slash-smile he offers you as he stands next to you. The two of you bow, deep and long, before leaving the stage as the master of ceremony takes over.
“Can’t believe that happened,” he murmurs.
The two of you are up at the roof, lying down on concrete as you gaze at the late morning clouds. Who knows what brought you up there.
You label it as post-performance high.
“Yeah,” you agree, sounding dumb. He snorts, but doesn’t look over to you as he calls out your name.
“Sorry for what happened,” he begins quietly, “when we first worked together, I mean.”
“Oh,” you say, sounding even dumber. You spare him a quick glance before looking back at the clouds, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Yeah. I’m sorry, too. It was partly my fault.”
“It was partly my fault, too,” he parrots. Then there’s a short silence, save for the buzzing excitement that is the school anniversary festival happening below.
“You’re a cool person,” he says, finally looking over at you. You muster enough courage to make eye contact.
“You’re a cool person, too,” you parrot back. “You’ve got a nice music sense.”
“I have to admit that I didn’t really get classical at first,” he replies, less awkward and more serious. The determined look he sends you almost makes you blush. “But working with you changed my mind. I guess classical can be really cool, too.”
“I agree,” you smile, and it strikes Takao that you don’t do that a lot around him. He notices your outstretched hand. “Friends?”
Takao labels you as a friend a while ago, but he sees no harm in shaking on it.
Just then, somebody’s stomach growls—neither of you are willing to admit—and you feel that it’s best to just head downstairs and check out the food stalls (it was your stomach).
Takao hums to Mozart’s piano sonata while he walks with you. You don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose, but you’re buying him takoyaki.
A majority of these ideas and concepts come from established
lore, developer’s notes, and from the societies which Plegia was based off of.
Please keep in mind that this is not
a utopian society, as no place is in the series, and therefore there might be
some potentially grey areas that these headcanons tread on.
For those who just want to read specific parts, I have divided the post up into
sections which are discussed in this order:
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Summary: Due to the lack of jobs because of World War 2, Alexander Samie Hale joined the army to keep her family’s head above the water.
She falsified her enlistment form, convincing the officials that she was actually a boy named Alexander Hale.
When her sergeant, James Barnes, was captured by the German forces and her entire squadron was slaughtered in Azzano, Alex went AWOL to aid a man named Steve Rogers to rescue his best friend.
This is her story.
Word count: 1,088
A/N: Yay! New chapter! This is my first fic on Tumblr, so feedback will be greatly appreciated! Too much dialogue? Too boring? Feel free to let me know! (Also, if you can think up of a better title for this story, tell me!) This is also more of a prologue, character intro and stuff, so no Bucky in it. Wait for the next chapter! With that, let’s get on with the story!
Alex heaved as she pushed herself partially off the ground in the alleyway, her amber eyes watering from a blow she received on her face.
“Maybe that’ll teach you not to ignore us, huh?” The leader spat as his followers laughed.
“Let’s see what this squirt has inside his bag which is so precious to him, shall we?” He asked, his pudgy fingers reaching for Alex’s satchel.
Alex retaliated when she heard that, yanking her satchel away from him. She flailed her legs desperately, tripping one person over, and nailing their fat leader in the nuts.
“Son of a bitch!” He heaved, clutching his crotch. His underdogs rushed to help him, and Alex took this opportunity to speed off, scooping up her bag and hat along the way.
Alex turned back, glimpsing two people running after her, no doubt for revenge for hitting their leader.
She made several sharp turns to lose her pursuers, climbing over a wall in the end to a busy street so that she could blend in. Alex tucked her short black hair under her worn out newsboy cap, pulling it over her eyes to hide their unusual colour.
She slowed her pace, keeping it at a brisk walk, her breath coming out in short huffs. She had already lost her attackers, but she didn’t want to risk meeting them or others like them for the rest of the day, so she kept her gaze down for the entire walk home, hands gripping her satchel tightly.