RFA meets a little sister of MC that looks like a mini MC. MC might be jealous a bit of how much attention they give mini MC. (Maybe you can somehow work out Saeyoung saying "MC Shrunk!?! Omg, I didn't do it!!!!") Please and have a lovely day!
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RFA react to MC’s little sister who looks like her
I mean, if you weren’t already adorable enough…
He’s always waiting for your family reunions just so he can see her, he likes to play with her and give her piggy rides
He even lets her braid and do piggy tails in his hair! Which… he never let you… no! you’re not jealous of your little sister, that’s ridiculous!
But look at them, he’s even taking selfies of him with his hair like this! Ugh… okay, you’re jealous.
When you confront him, he laughs because you look so embarrassed for even thinking like this. You know how pathetic you’re being, blushing and looking away like this.
So he keeps teasing you, but on a more serious note: “I like hanging out with her because she looks like you, but has my personality, babe, she’s probably like our daughter is going to be.”
Well, he was trying to be serious, but couldn’t help but chuckle when he sees you blushing hard.
He loves to see your flustered face, that’s something not even your sister can pull it off so adorably.
You keep telling him his sister looks a lot like him, but this is on a complete different level.
He’s always very shy at your family reunions, but he always loosens up when your sister is there.
She makes him play with her dolls and he doesn’t even flinch, he doesn’t look flustered or uncomfortable. Why is he not like this to you all the time too?
He’s talking so much while he comes up with stories for Barbie and her friends,. When he’s alone with you, it’s so hard to make him speak his mind, what he wants, what he needs from you…
You know you’re being ridiculous, especially when you apparently hurt him by telling him all this. Shit! She’s just a kid, why does she make you feel like this?
He apologizes a lot, and you have to reassure him a million times you’re the wrong one here. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just trying to show you I can deal with children really well, you know… because I… I… we… gonna have a baby one day and… ahh! Pretend I didn’s say that!”
You knew how much he wants a kid with you, but it’s the first time he says it that clear and loud.
Like, really loud, your whole family is staring at him, but he looks determined… oh wow!
She’s a little scared, how is that even possible?
You thought she wasn’t really fond of kids, well, apparently you were wrong, she plays along whenever your sister grab her hand and take her from the adults table.
She draws Jaehee, you, an alligator, a flower… so much draws! And Jaehee draws too, you thought she only drew at coffee foam…
It’s not that you’re jealous, you’re just intrigued. You’re seeing a new side of her you thought it wasn’t really there. Why did she never show you before? She doesn’t trust you enough?
No! You can’t jump in conclusions like that just because she’s drawing with your freaking sister! Pull yourself together!
She asks you what’s wrong, and you don’t feel like lying to her. She’s… intrigued too, your mind work in a very weird way.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I just play with your sister because I’m still trying to be comfortable around your family, I know some of them are judging us… me, and… she doesn’t judge. Kids never judge.”
Congratulations! You’re the worst brat alive! She comforts you telling you’re very cute being jealous of a mini-you.
“I’m not jealous! And we don’t even look like that much!” oh my… you two even pout similarly!
Could you be any cuter? Okay, it’s not really you, but… you probably looked like this when you were a child, right? Lovely
He’s always so stiff and formal around your family, but your sister appears and he’s a completely different man.
He reads her stories and encourages her to create her own, she can say the weirdest and craziest thing, he’s laughing and telling her that’s really creative!
He’s laughing! Not smirking, not chuckling, he’s LAUGHING! The only time he ever laughed with you, he was drunk! HE’S PRETTY SOBER NOW! WTF?
You don’t have the guts to confront him over something so silly and kinda crazy, but he notices the way you glare at him.
When you finally tell him, he just nods and apologizes. Now you’re feeling guilty, he was having so much fun before…
“I’m sorry if it bothers you, my love. It’s just your sister reminds me a lot of you, she’s very creative and smart, I’m just encouraging her to be her best self, just like you already are.”
HOLY SHIT! Is this man even real? You feel your face on fire, how can he say things like this and look so stoic while you’re a blushing mess?
But you manage to calm down when he laughs before giving you a little peck in the lips.
A pocket version of you! Yay!!!
Forget your family, he just says a quick hi and goes straight to your sister. Who’s the kid here? It’s hard to tell…
He runs around with her everywhere. Piggy rides, hide and seek, he even lets her wear his glasses. Not too much, because she can have a headache and he… needs them to see.
You think it’s adorable, but he completely forgets about you the whole day, it’s all about mini-MC. You’re starting to miss him, even his bad puns and silly pranks…
You know how much he would tease you if you brought up something like this, so you don’t say anything.
And you keep saying anything even in your way back home, he just assumes you’re tired. “I’m tired too, mini-MC couldn’t give me a rest!” he sighs “It’s so nice, right? See kids being kids, being able to have fun and go crazy…”
Oh… you know what this is about… stupid brat! Of course he would like to hang out more with a kid, he never had the chance to be one! His childhood was hell, of course he would compensate a little being an adult!
Ah… he’s gonna be such a great father one day and… wait! Are you really thinking about this? Right now?
“And she looks so much like you! Do you think our kids will look more like you or more like me?” “We’ll only know if we try… I-I’m ready! You… do you feel ready to try?” the way he brakes the car and smiles at you can only mean “yes”.
Noctis: It was funny at first, but it’s getting out of hand, Gladio. You should probably stop walking around shirtless. Gladio: Why? I’m fresh and comfy like this. Prompto: I mean, not that I agree with Noct, but…it’s Altissia and people stare. Gladio: There’s no shirt that’s worthy of my body. Noctis: There’s none you like? Gladio: None that looks greater on me than my body does on its own. Ignis: … Ignis: You know what do would look great on you, though? Noctis: Ignis, no. Ignis: Me. Gladio: Ignis yes.
oRequest: I do hope your requests are still open. If possible could I get a Neville Longbottom one where he is a professor and the reader teaches Charms or Astrology and they keep bumping into each other and the students low key ship them? If there’s a form or something I need to fill out please tell me. Anyway/ Regardless of if this gets accepted. I just want to say that I enjoy your work. Please keep it up :)
Omg ur so sweet!! @thesniffler ily so much!! this was so nice to get!! ur so polite i can tell u have a heart of gold :) I’m super exited to write this!!
“Y/n Y/l/n,” McGonagall began, “You’ve been accepted for the position of Charms Professor, and we are happy to welcome you back to Hogwarts.”
You smiled brightly, you’re dream job was yours, “I know its only been a few years,” you thought about your old memories, “but it feels like much too long.”
“We have another new teacher this year, Neville Longbottom, I believe you were in the year above him?”
“Uh, yeah,” you blushed, remembering your old crush, “’rings a bell.”
On the first day of school you rushed to board the Hogwarts Express, almost missing it. Not paying attention to where you were going, you opened a cabin door and ran directly into someone. You fell on the ground and looked up at the man on top of you… Neville Longbottom. Damn, he had grown up nicely. You felt his breath on your lips and held your own.
“I am so sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to get off you and then helping you up.
He looked at you after you dusted off your pants and blushed, smiling, “Y/n? Y/n /y/ln? Is that you?”
You blushed and laughed, “That’s me!”
“It’s me, Neville, I was in the year below you,” he shook your hand.
“Yeah, I remember. We used to talk sometimes.”
“Yeah,” he paused, almost like he was remembering all the little conversations and blushes, “I really do wish we had kept in touch.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Well, sorry for,” he gave a short laugh, “falling on top of you and all. Would you like to sit?”
“Professor Y/l/n?” You heard one of your first years, Anna, question sweetly from behind you as you were writing on the board, the one hundredth school day of your time as a teacher at Hogwarts had just ended and you were brainstorming about the sixth year’s lesson plan for the next day.
You turned around and smiled, “Hi, Anna! What’s up?”
“Well,” she shifted her feet, “I-I was wondering if you could explain the Charms homework. I d-don’t understand.”
“Of course! Let me see what you’re having trouble with.”
After you explained the instructions clearly and showed her what she was messing up on, you sent her on her way and then spent the rest of the night (after finishing your lesson plans) working on a tricky new charm you had been trying to get to work.
After one particular attempt you knew you screwed up the second the words left your mouth. After waiting a second for the backfire, nothing happened and you sighed in relief. You had celebrated too soon; suddenly, there was a small explosion and a sharp ringing in your ear. You were on the ground, your arm twisted in a weird way and covered in dust. You groaned and attempted to sit up. Fire-like pain shot through your elbow and you played back down, grimacing with hot tears growing in the corners of your harshly shut eyes.
“Are you okay?” You heard the voice over the ringing, but it sounded far away. You looked up for a second through the spots covering your vision to see a handsome man with a concerned expression before you blacked out.
You woke up in the Hospital Wing, sitting up and flexing your newly-healed shoulder. You looked over.
“Glad you’re awake.”
“N-Nev- I mean, Professor- I didn’t,” so the handsome man that helped you was none other than your hot colleague, Neville Longbottom.
He laughed, “It’s fine. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Neville! Are you feeling better.”
“Uh, yeah… Neville,” he smiled when you said his name and you blushed, “Thanks for helping me out.”
“No problem. What were you working on?”
“Just a charm I’ve been trying to get right. I came up with the idea a while ago, but I can’t get it right. I’m trying to create a charm that covers plants and waters them that also allows air to get through the surrounding bubble that would be created.”
“Really?” His eyes lit up excitedly, “Well, I am the Herbology Professor, maybe I could help you?”
You blushed, somewhat surprised that the charming man would want to spend time with you, “Yeah, sure! Um… what about after classes dismiss for the day?”
“Yeah, that sounds good!” You looked at the clock and gasped, “My sixth years are just arriving! I’ll be late!”
You sprung up and ignored the brief dizzy feeling and began rushing to class. Neville sprung up as well and followed you out into the hall, turning the corners just as quickly as you were.
“A-at least let me walk you to your class,” he muttered nervously.
“Oh, thank you Neville that’s so sweet,” you smiled back at him, picking up the pace.
Pretty soon you had arrived at the door to your classroom. You opened and rushed in, the sixth years immediately silenced and waited for you to speak. Just as you had caught your breath and opened your mouth to speak, Neville stuck his head in and smiled at the class before turning to you.
“See you later, y/n, hope you’re arm’s feeling better.”
You remained silent, staring with wide eyes at the door Neville had closed behind him as he left. Your class began laughing.
“I see you finally took our advice, Professor,” one girl, Hannah, laughed, “We told you on the first day of school ya’ll would be so cute together.”
“And Professor Longbottom talks about you all the time!” The boy, Malcolm, added.
“Oh, nothing’s going on. ….Wait…. H-he does?” You questioned suddenly intrigued.
The class shared a collective smirk.
“Whatever,” you blushed, “it doesn’t matter. We have charms to learn!”
Although you carried on with your lesson you couldn’t help but have Neville in the back of your mind the whole time. Sure, the two of you had talked plenty of times before, but you were always a stuttering mess, especially after your older classes began to notice the way you seemed flustered around your colleague. He was sweet and funny and handsome and genuinely brave. You finished the class with a fluttering in your stomach.
One girl, Jessica, had stayed back to ask you about an upcoming Essay she was having trouble with. You helped her out with her Essay and just as you were about to leave, she stopped you.
“Yes,” you answered.
“Do you… This might be weird to ask, but do you like Professor Longbottom? Actually? I know all of the students think you’d be adorable together, but what do you think?”
“I-I….” you paused, blushing furiously. Even thinking about him had your stomach in nervous knots. “I guess I do,” you said, mostly to yourself.
Jessica smiled, “Great!” And began walking out without an explanation, “oh and, you should name the baby Jessica jr.”
You laughed at her awkward straightforwardness and erased the board before looking at the time. Crap. You told McGonagall that you would make an announcement before lunch began. You rushed out your room and ran to the Great Hall. You’d had her as a teacher, and you weren’t sure you wanted to cross her as your boss. You busted through the doors of the Great Hall and ran directly into something. You fell on the ground and someone landed on top of you. The Great Hall went silent.
You looked up at Neville and blushed, “I’m not complaining,” you began, “but we really must stop meeting like this.”
He laughed and looked into your eyes, “It seems as though you’re the one who’s always bumping into me.”
He got up and held out a hand to you.
The Great Hall remained silent and you looked around, Neville’s hand still clasping yours.
“Are they waiting for us to do something?” you whispered to Neville.
“I don’t know,” he responded, looking around.
Your eyes met and after a moments pause, you pulled Neville’s collar towards you as he simultaneously grabbed your waist. The Great Hall burst into cheers as the two of you kissed.
You pulled a part and looked into his eyes, “I really like you. Actually.”
“Me too. Actually.”
You and Neville walked back up to a McGonagall who looked as though she was fighting back a smile and sat down side-by-side at the teachers table.
The students were still talking and you heard Jessica shout over the crowd, “I told you it would happen!”
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