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hischeapcigar · 1 year ago

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𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most

Word count: 3.6k ish

Warning: none except your father is a bit deranged so maybe that's all

a/n: it was supposed to be cute little one shot but i think it's gonna be series lolol. reblogs and comments are appreciated. love you mwah

Your dad hated Joel. You never knew why but it had been like this as far as you could think. Your father played the major role in trying his best to keep you away from Joel.

BBQ party? Everyone's invited except Joel.

Your birthday? Everyone but Joel

He’s grumpy all day? Must've had an interaction with Joel

He even hit Joel, who obviously retaliated but the neighbors showed up to resolve the matter.

The whole neighborhood knew. How could they not? Your dad insulted him behind his back, which some entertained, but most of them grumbled and left the room. Because they knew Joel and they knew your dad too.

Even you felt pity for Joel, the few rare interactions told you he may look big and fierce, but he was a charmer. Sarah’s happy face was proof of his kind nature and your anxious state of mind was a reflection of your dad’s nature.

You once tried to defend Joel, but your father smashed the glass so hard, a sharp piece pierced the skin of your foot, leaving a scar.

Your parents always change the subject every time you try to bring it up,

“Its past, it doesn’t matter,” they’d say

But it mattered to you, a lot. Since the small get-together in the field the other night, when you first saw him. Sarah had lost track of his father, so you went looking for him with her, and that's when you first met him properly after like forever.

Eyes locked and you swore brown became your favorite color. Your breath hitched; mouth slightly agape. He mirrored your reaction but both of you let go just as quickly, minding Sarah’s presence. They left but he turned back to bless his eyes one more time, stealing one more glance at you. The smile he slipped, held your heart forever. You prayed to the heavens to let you both meet again.

Working in the cafe which Sarah and her friends called their “second home”, you had befriended all those little girls. It was fun to be around them, and they loved your company.

You never officially met any of their parents but one of them captured your mind since that night. You didn't know what you could do without offending Sarah.

But you didn't have to do anything, because Joel took the wheel as he showed up the next day in the cafe. Sunday meant Sarah and her friends were having breakfast together in their corner spot.

You came out from the kitchen, passing the tray of coffee to your coworker as you absentmindedly made your way to the counter, ruffling around with the drawer and all the papers.

“Hey” your head shot up to the sound of the voice and the unmistakable familiarity it carried.

“Hi” you replied breathlessly, hands frozen on the paper you just grabbed.

“Um, can I please get a pancake?” his thick Texan accent flowed like honey, his eyes warm and eager.

“Y-yeah, sure,” you could bet that you conjured him from your imaginations. Seeing him again in a person in less than a week was unbelievable

You quickly turned around to pass the order to the kitchen window but stopped just as quick, lightly smacking your forehead as you returned to him,

“Sorry, uh, which flavor would you like?” you cursed yourself for being so clumsy

He tilted his head to the side, contemplating, before he turned on his good old charm, “su’prise me, sweetheart,” he smirked seeing the look on your face.

Absolutely flustered at the nickname he just gave you, and how easily it rolled off his tongue.

You smiled, mumbling a little, “okay,” before you disappeared in the back

You took a moment, taking a deep breath steadying yourself. Hoping no one notices your flushed cheeks, and no one did.

In a few minutes, you prepared yourself to serve him. Running a hand on your outfit once smoothing it, you took the tray and made your way to Joel. You were glad he busied himself reading a magazine because if he looked at you, you would have forgotten how to walk.

“Hello again,” you announced, and he quickly abandoned whatever article he was reading,

“Hey” he smiled, looking curiously at the pancake plate you just put down, followed by a cup of coffee

“I didn’t order coffee-”

“It's on the house, since we believe it's your first time and because your daughter is our loyal customer,” you snickered

He chuckled, “I- thank you, so much, y’didn’t have to though”

“Also, i chose strawberry flavor because it’s my favorite so I'm hoping you’d like it too,” you shrugged lightly before taking a step back, leaving him with his breakfast,

Just as you turned to leave, you heard him call your name, and God that was the sweetest music to your ears. You had no idea how he knew your name, maybe sarah mentioned it, you figured

You cocked an eyebrow,

“You looked pretty that night”

Your heart warmed at the confession, “thank you Joel, you looked great too” you smiled before you left

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Every now and then your gaze found its way to Joel. Even after he caught you stealing glances, he just smirked. He knew what he was doing to you, you knew what you were doing to him. A game for two.

You had your back on the counter, conversing with your coworker, when she pointed behind you. You turned to see Joel standing there, ready to leave.

“Thank you once again, I loved the pancake, though I can’t tell if it's my favorite”

“You could come by every week to try all the flavors until you find your preference” you suggested. Any excuse to bring him back.

“Tryin’ all the flavors, huh? I had another reasons to come back anyway, might as well try all the other flavors” smile tugging at the corner of his smile

Oh.

You didn’t even get the chance to response when he added, “hey ya mind, if y’get the uh, the cup?” he nodded to his table

“Yeah, sure” you were confused, why would he tell you what to do?

You went anyway and now you know why as you looked at the tissue piece with his number scribbled in a messy handwriting

Such a flirt. You smiled so widely your jaw hurt.

“Is this Joel or some cute stranger left a wrong phone number on the table?”

You read it for the thousandth time, indecisive if you should send it or is it a bold way to start a conversation. But then it’s Joel, he wouldn’t mind, you thought and hit send.

Your heart was beating fast, wanting to throw your phone across the room. Checking every other second if he replied, then a few minutes later,

J- “Stranger? I thought we were befriendin' each other”

you giggled at the response, feeling like a young teenager having her crush moment

“Well, we’re getting there”

J- “That so? Hope you realize your dad isn’t really my fan”

“Yes, and I wonder why” curiosity creeping back up at you,

J- “We got into a fight back then during a job we did, since then we just couldn’t get along”

Now was that too hard to disclose? Your parents were just dramatic, you thought.

Before typing your response, he started typing again so you waited,

J- “Wish it doesn’t change our sweet journey of becoming friends”

you read his text, wide grin plastered on your face , though a little disappointed that he only wants friendship, but you felt giddy nevertheless

The next week was the beginning of your new, fragile relationship. Joel would stop by at your cafe any chance he got.

I missed my morning coffee (he missed it on purpose)

I’m tired and I thought coffee might help (he just wanted to see you)

Sarah and her friends wanted pancakes (he asked them, “you guys don’t have to go, I'll get you your order if you want” he’d say and gets “okay, Mr. Miller!” “that’s so kind, Mr. Miller”)

Weeks went by, and you grew to his presence at random hours. You started to look forward to him showing up randomly. Your coworkers were quick to welcome him, noticing how your face would light up every time he was around.

He made a three-day streak of visiting before he didn’t show up for 2 days. A part of you wanted to text him to find out if he was okay, but you wanted to give it one more day, and you were not even sure about the thing you both had going on.

You were preparing the order, Oliver standing next to you, working on his order and occasionally making you laugh with his corny jokes when Gina, another coworker, showed up at your side, pulling you away from your half-done coffee,

“I’ll take it from here, go and deal with your favorite customer” she nudged your side,

You couldn’t help but let the smile make its way to grace your lips, but you had to play dumb,

“What?”

Gina gave you the stare that said really?

You snickered as you left, your heartbeat quickening, exhaustion already leaving your body as you saw him sitting at his usual spot, the corner table that nobody likes, so it’s always available, your favorite spot since him.

You reached him and instead of staying seated as usual, he got up and walked closer to you. It has been 2 days and you didn't know how much you missed him now that he was standing in front of you, all you wanted was to hug him and never let him out of your sight.

He took one more step towards you, maintaining eye contact as he slowly raised his hand to your waist and pulled you into him in one swift motion. You stiffened at first, then you locked your arms at his nape melting into his big frame. You took a deep breath like this was something you were missing all your life.

“Hello to my favorite customer,” you smiled at him when you detached yourselves from each other

“Hello to you too, my sunshine,” he replied, matching your smile

You both returned to the table, and he slid a small bag towards you, you didn’t have to open to know what was inside, strawberries, as he started getting you those ever since you told him that strawberries were your favorite.

Whenever you got free from your morning shift, you two would sit in the reserved area of the cafe just to talk. That’s what you both did. Talk about everything and anything. You didn’t need to pretend, you were completely yourself around him, and he, with you.

He kept buying you strawberries because you loved them. And in turn you would treat him with extra cup of coffee on random days

Any little time you spent together felt like an escape from reality and everything it offered. There was no toxicity, just pure, innocent and effortless conversations along with different flavors of pancakes.

Sarah admired Joel showing interest in your company. She wasn’t young enough to see how happy you both looked, and she was genuinely glad about that. She would even make excuses for Joel to come to the cafe,

Hey dad, can you please bring my notebook, I forgot it on the table and we’re discussing something

And boy would he be beyond happy whenever he gets the opportunity to show up at the cafe.

But like waking up from a really good dream,

Joel had just entered the cafe, standing on the counter, chatting with you (not blocking the way of customers) while you received orders when your eyes went wide at the figure entering through the door,

“What is it?” Joel asked casually

You ducked your head, “its dad” you whispered and saw how Joel’s face fell. You both knew you weren’t allowed to hang out with Joel, let alone be around him.

Suddenly his demeanor changed as he cleared his throat, looking down at the menu card, feeling your dad approaching. You managed to keep a serious and bothered face as you saw your dad stopping deadly in his tracks as he saw Joel. oh boy

“There are other cafes in the town” your dad grunted, indirectly referring to Joel, who only rolled his eyes in response.

You bit a smile at his reaction, “hey dad! Didn’t know you were coming” you tried to alleviate the thick tension.

Your dad gave you a tight nod, “yeah, get me two blueberry pastries; your mom called”

Never the friendly face, annoyance etched on his face like it was there since he was born. Your father was exactly the kind of customers you hated. Acting like a boss, like you owe a million dollars.

You looked between two of them before you left to get the box. On your return, you didn’t spot Joel. You frowned, wondering if your dad had said something to him. Your thoughts were cut short by your dad;

“No need to serve him, tell him to go any other cafe, there are plenty of them,”

You were speechless, he was being absolutely ridiculous.

“Wha- dad? He’s just a customer, you can't bring your years’ old absurd beef in this-”

“Do as i tell you, and if you can’t, then leave the job, you can do better anyway” he threatened in low voice, pointing his finger at you, before leaving

You knew your dad was overreacting but you kept your mouth shut because you knew he wouldn’t care about the people and just shout on you if you disagreed with him

It was midnight, your mind was running a hundred thoughts a minute since your dad showed up today. You had no idea how to tell Joel to stop coming to the café, like how could you stop him when it made you the happiest?

“Hey, you awake?” you texted joel

He didn’t reply for 10 minutes, then your phone chimed, you quickly turned it on to see his text,

J- “Yeah, I'm up, why aren’t you asleep yet?” he replied

“Wondering what dad told you today at the cafe” there was no filtering when you were with Joel, sharing every piece of your mind and not regretting it

J- “Except telling me to not ‘roam around you’ he didn't really say anything”

You were embarrassed, why did your dad have to be like that? you felt bad for Joel

“I’m sorry” you sent before typing “I just wish he wouldn’t stop you from the cafe, your presence feels natural there”

J- “Don't be sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mind it at all. He’s only looking out for you; we'll figure it out. plus, I think I can sneak in when I get the chance ;)”

You scoffed at his text, looking out for me? More like suffocating me from things that I actually like. But you felt affection for him in the way he was willing to be with you.

It had been a week, he showed up two times. Two times. A day apart. Then he disappeared for the rest of the week.

After the 3rd long day of him not showing up, you started to worry. Two hours of constant contemplating later, you decided to text him,

“Hey, Joel”

It's Sunday afternoon, 2pm. Not that Joel would have something to do so you wait for his text. You toss and twist in bed, smoking cigarettes, reading old magazines, scrolling on your phone, an hour later, there was no reply.

4 hours; nothing.

8 hours; nothing.

Next day, beginning of next week. You passed by his house, praying to get at least a glimpse of him but there was nothing.

You didn’t even see him on the streets, not with Sarah, just nowhere. As if he didn't even exist.

Still your ears pricked up every time you heard the door to the café ring, desperately hoping it was Joel, but it was never him.

Sarah and her friends were seated at their accustomed table. It distressed you to see Sarah, not knowing how to go and ask her about her dad.

It upset you even more when Gina asked you about him every other day, and more hurt when you had to lie, like “oh he’s just busy,”

But Gina knew better when she saw you with pity in her eyes, that look that told you, I'm sorry he ghosted you.

You had to hold back your tears to keep her from knowing that she was right.

But you broke down the second you locked the room to your room, lighting a cigarette, you placed it between your puffy red lips as the tears streamed down your cheeks,

“Where the hell are you, Joel?” you hit send and threw your phone as you sat on the windowsill, watching the cars go buy,

You got out of the bathroom when you heard your phone ding, you all but ran to the bed, grabbing and swiping it on,

J- “Yeah, just around. How’s everything?”

You were taken aback by the carelessness. As if it wasn't bothering him, as much it was bothering you. As if he didn’t miss you at all like you did. As if it all didn’t matter. As if you didn't matter

“Really? You ghosted me for two weeks and now you're acting all chill?” you replied

Frustration getting the best of you, you wanted to cry again.

J- “Look, I think it’s best for the both of us”

“Fuck what you think, fuck you” you sent

You could feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You threw your phone on the table before falling on the bed, face first.

The next thing you know is you're sobbing, muffling the sounds with the pillow on your face. You didn't realize how much you were attached to him until now, you didn't know how much you wanted to be with him until now.

You got up to smoke a cigarette to release the stress, but you cried while exhaling puffs of smoke in the air

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him

The next two days were a blur. You avoided spending extra time in the cafe, avoided conversations with your coworkers because they ended up asking about Joel. Your father picked a fight with a random guy just because he took longer to deliver some equipment that he ordered online; it was stupid really. You avoided Sarah too, because she painfully reminded you of Joel

I'm only giving it time, I'll get back to normal eventually, you’d tell yourself

The third day, you were brewing coffee when your phone vibrated, turning it on, your heart dropped to the stomach as you read Joel’s name on it

Quickly you swiped to view the message,

J- “Can we talk?” you felt anxiety rising up. A part of you was excited that he texted while the other part of you was furious, he can't just come and go as he pleases

You were lost in your thoughts when you received another message, J- “please?”

You decided to let things be, he ghosted me for a week, now he wants to talk, he can't expect me to go back running

Putting your phone down, you carried on with your work until it was night.

You closed the cafe as you stepped out, you saw a familiar truck parked beside your car.

Unmistakably Joel.

He stood there leaning against his truck, cigarette smoke around him like a halo. He pushed himself up as he spotted you and he made his way to you.

You stood there frozen. Resisting the strong urge to go and hug him and never let go. But you stood there and waited,

He came close but didn't stop until he was only a few inches away from you. Looking at your face, examining it, eyes running all over your features,

“Sarah said you looked horrible, but God you look worse,” he whispered. Scared if he talks loudly, this all would shatter,

“Like you care?” you retorted.

That's when you saw in his eyes. Regret. Remorse. Before he hung his head down,

Slowly he reached for your hands, hanging on your sides, silently interlacing your fingers. You didn't stop him. You couldn’t

“Please, can we talk?” his voice was small as he looked at you

You nodded

He released a breath, that even he didn’t know he was holding, as he nodded too

With your fingers still interlaced, he tugged you toward his truck. You both walked the distance, hand in hand as you felt droplets of water kissing your skin.

You went rigid making Joel turn and face you, watching you wipe away the water beads from your face. A few more drops on both of you before the rain lashes down.

Joel instinctively became your human shield, as you both ran towards his truck, even though that wouldn’t keep you from drenching, but the action was so Joel. Reaching there, he quickly opened the door for you before getting himself inside from the other side.

Both of your breaths were ragged as you sat in silence.

He ignited the engine bringing his truck to life,

“Where are we going?” you broke the silence

He sighed, “I- uh, had tis place in mind but,” he looked out the window, at the rain, “‘s rainin’ so we can stay in the truck, I guess,”

“What place?” you were confused,

“Y’gonna love it, trus’ me” a small smirk growing in the corner of his lips

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Part: 1 2 3

Tags: @strawberri-blonde

#im never getting over #joel miller #or #the last of us #soft joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us

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sovereignjojoz · 2 years ago

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how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He’ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

#jjba x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #dio brando x reader #joseph joestar x reader #caeser zeppeli x reader #jotaro x reader #polnareff x reader #avdol x reader #josuke x reader #rohan x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fluff #this is so stupid #but I had to write it for my bbgs polnareff and ceaser because they deserve it #Rohan too but I got lazy by the end #CAESER NEEDS MORE LOVE

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luveline · 1 year ago

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Sooo im still not over your hockey player Eddie and I absolutely love love love your hurt/comfort fics so I would love to see one where he's teaching something to reader and r gets injured and fluff ensues!

tysm for requesting, 1.3k

"You warm enough?" Eddie asks.

Your hand is your only warm appendage where it's held in his. You're using your wobbly footing on the ice as an excuse to touch him, hand like a viper clinging to him. "Is that a joke?"

You're wearing upward of three layers. The icy chill permeates through.

"You'll feel warmer once we start moving, I promise." Eddie wears a simple compression shirt and sweatpants.

You kind of wish every other person here of single status would be blind to him. Like, they'd look at him and their eyes would just miraculously skip his figure, but alas. If anything, his impressive bulking attracts attention. Eddie drew looks before he started taking hockey seriously, but for a different reason. Now he's started building muscle, he's like honey to flies.

You're not shallow, but muscles are muscles. He looks good. Hopefully he knows it, but Eddie's generally oblivious to his own looks, more focused on other people. Even now he drives you both backward on the ice while watching your face.

"Don't be nervous," he says.

"That's easier said than done," you say, grabbing his arm with your free hand as your left skate slides forward.

"I've got you, honey," he says. It's not as strange from his lips as you might suspect because he says it in such a particular way. Easy-going, verging on cocky, he doesn't think for a second that you're going to slip, and he knows for sure that you're his honey. He has the cheese ball grin to prove it. "This will be fun! You said you wanted to try."

"I do want to. Or, I did. Now we're here, I'm not so confident."

"You don't think I can teach you?" he asks.

"No, I just don't think I can learn," you say, seizing as Eddie begins a gentle figure eight. You've watched him enough to know what shape he'll take, but that doesn't stop the instinctual fear.

"If I can weasel my way into minor league, you can learn to play. I promise it's easy."

"It's not easy, Eds. You worked so hard, I mean," —you wiggle your eyebrows at him suggestively— "just look at you."

"Charmer! No, I mean learning to play is easy. Scoring a goal is easy. You know, so long as there's no goalkeeper there to stop you. I'm gonna let go of your hand now, okay?"

Eddie skates to just behind the goal where his stick awaits, a puck on the floor beside it. He skates and keeps the puck close, stopping it by your feet. You've managed to skate closer to the goalposts without falling, waiting with your hands out like a tightrope walker.

"Doing good," Eddie praises, dropping a cold kiss into your temple. He hands you the stick and stations himself at your side.

You straighten it out. You've held it a few times and Eddie had you practising on dry land before the ice, but it feels heavier now. Your balance isn't automatic anymore.

"You want help? We can do it like a movie." Eddie sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You feel better knowing he'll catch you before you can fall.

"How much am I pulling back?"

"Not a lot from here. If you were skating you might wanna pull it up real high, but the puck's not moving and neither are you."

"What does Steve say?" you ask, lining up your shot.

"Put the biscuit in the basket, dickhead?"

You laugh and hit your puck. It slides across the ice and between the goalposts easily, a small feat for you and a big cause for celebration in Eddie's eyes; he shouts a nonsense sound, his arm behind your back as he shouts, "Yes! Easy-peasy, babe, you're a natural."

You feel pretty happy about it, all things considered. Even if it wasn't as hard as you imagined, Eddie's pleased, and for a moment you forget you're untrained on the ice and attempt to return his half hug.

You fall because you think you're going to. Sudden, you remember you might slip, and the panic has you pushing your skate forward in an attempt to dig in. It slides out from under you and Eddie's not on guard, catching your arm but not your back as you smack into the ice.

"Shit! Shit, come here, sweetheart," he says, pulling you up.

"Ow, wait," you say. More of a yelp, you wince as your skates slide about, thighs rigid and cold, the bottom of your spine aching, but worst of all is your arm. In his attempt to keep you standing, Eddie's yanked your arm sore in its socket. You don't mean to be dramatic but you're desperate for the hot pain to stop. "Eddie, let go."

He drops your hand. Unafraid of being unable to stand again, Eddie goes down on his knees. Any skater will give you room.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks.

You put your hands on the ice in an attempt to sit up. Eddie holds you down, hands on your thighs.

"Take five. Did I hurt you?" he asks again, not urgent but teetering, his hand imploring as it travels to your waist.

You don't want to say yes. "My arm went funny, that's all. Sorry."

"I'm the sorry one. Said I wouldn't drop you and I did… that's not right, huh?" His hand curls behind your back.

You're not as hurt as you'd initially thought. Your arm aches sharply and your back will definitely bruise, but Eddie gives you a minute to get to grips with things and stands up expertly, hoisting you into his arms. His arms are lined with fingernail embeddings by the time you get back to the bench, and then you're both sorry.

"Eddie," you murmur, rubbing your thumbs over the small red crescents softly.

"How bad is it?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "Not so bad now." You know Eddie's letting you do what you want because you're hurt, and not because he doesn't want badly to be assessing your arm and your back. "It's my bad, I got spooked."

He catches your gaze, holds it tenderly. Sugary brown with a deep dark iris and the big white grain of the lights above reflected. You skip from one eye to the other. He has more caramel coloured flecks in one. Both are soft and sorry.

"Is this gonna put a stop to your illustrious hockey career?" he jokes weakly.

You can't believe you scratched him so bad. "No way. If you want me to be great, I'll be great, just… maybe when my back doesn't feel all tingly."

Eddie untucks your many shirts with a low hum, fingertips drawing an invisible line over your pain. "It looks okay." He drops his forehead into your neck and hugs your naked stomach, saying, "You're so warm," with his lips pressed to your shoulder. "...M'really sorry I dropped you, babe. I got too excited."

"Not the first time that's happened," you say.

Eddie pinches your tummy, his smile audible as you squirm. "Very funny."

His hair is soft where it lays under your cheek. You let him cuddle up to you until you can't take the cold nor the aching anymore and ask to go home. Eddie insists on carrying you to the changing rooms, you insist on him not doing that, and you compromise by walking with his arm behind your back.

"I'll try again next weekend," you promise.

Eddie kiss-kiss-kisses your cheek in thank you.

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goldenempyrean · 4 months ago

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"cmon you know i don't get sick" + “i’m just trying to get all this work done! i have no time to rest” for supercorp pleasee

i love your writing sm, thank youuu

"Take Me Home?"

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〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is overworking herself again, Kara has come to take her home. 〛

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“Hey you, I’ve brought lunch!” Kara pushed opened the door to Lena’s office with a bright smile, the chirp in her bubbly voice brightening the room a little, “They were all out of those cajun fries you like so I got curly fries instead because who doesn’t like curly fri-“

She paused. Her smile slowly turning into a worried frown as she released something wasn’t right. Sure, the big stacks of piled up newspapers, reports and other random documents weren’t new. Ever since buying CatCo, it seemed Lena’s new office was constantly drowning in paperwork but usually there was a pretty ravenette sat neatly amongst the chaos.

Today, however, Lena was slumped over her desk, her dark hair disheveled and her usually sharp eyes were glassy and tired. She glanced up blearily as Kara entered, quickly trying to muster a smile that turned into a series of sneezes.

“Bless you,” Kara said softly, her brow crinkling a little as she tried to work out what was wrong, “You look awful Lee.”

“Gee, thanks, aren’t you a charmer?” Lena replied, her voice raspy and thick with congestion. She tried to laugh, but it ended in a harsh, wet cough. “Just what I needed to hear.

“Oh Roa, are you sick?” Kara exclaimed as the realisation hit her, dropping the takeout bag on the nearest surface and rushing to Lena’s side. “Why didn’t you tell me? What’s wrong, are you gonna be okay?”

She still wasn’t great at dealing with human sickness. Alex wasn’t one to get ill often and on the occasion that she would, the brunette would often hide it anyway, so Kara still wasn’t the best at judging when someone wasn’t feeling well.

In reply Lena sighed a little and shook her head in denial. Kara’s worried babbling was a little amusing, but her worry was misplaced, “Come on, you know I don’t get sick.”

“Well, that’s a lie.” Kara blinked a little cluelessly, “Everyone gets sick. You had the flu 2 years ago and then was that time just after you moved to National City when we ate that dodgy takeout, and it made you-“

“Okay!” Lena interrupted before she could continue her sentence, not wanting to relive the events. She rubbed her temples for a moment before sighing as she pushed yet another file aside, “You know what I meant, I don’t get sick easily. It’s honestly nothing, just a small bug.”

A “small bug” which moments later had her falling into a rather nasty sounding coughing fit, leaving her barely able to catch a breath before pitching forward helplessly with a series of sneezes, demonstrating quite perfectly how not okay she was.

Kara only hummed softly, shaking her head disapprovingly as she folded her arms over her chest, taking a few steps to stand just in front of her wife’s desk.

“Try again. That doesn’t sound ‘just a bug’ to me. You sound dreadful love.” The blonde sighed, reaching into her bag to pull out a packet of tissues which she offered out to her.

“Kara, honey, there’s nothing to worry about. I just caught a bit of a head cold, thats all,” Lena finally admitted but waved her hand dismissively at the offered tissues, but a damp sniffle undermined her action. “I’m still just trying to find something to link everything back to Edge in these old reports, I know it’s in here somewhere.”

It was work she’d been at it for days now. There was vital proof of Morgan Edge was behind some of the ongoing antics in National City. Just the sort of proof she needed to get finally get him. It was somewhere in these files, she knew it was! But chasing the already loose paper trail she was looking for was no easy task.

The Luthor opened up another file, reading over it for a moment before sighing and pushing it to the side when she realised it didn’t contain the information she needed. Lena turned her head away to muffle another short, rough cough into her elbow before letting her head fall onto her hands, “This is useless, it’s gonna take ages to find what I need like this.”

Kara sighed sympathetically, “I think you’d do better if you could actually focus love, let me take you home?” She offered as she went to the side to pour some water into a glass before offering it out to her.

Lena accepted the glass with a soft smile. She seemed to debate her offer for just a second, her tired eyes gazing longingly at Kara for a moment before she stubbornly shook her head with a firm decision, “I’m just trying to get all this work done, I have no time to rest. I can sleep when it’s done.”

This wasn’t going to satisfy her wife, however. The Kyrptonian knew how stubborn the Luthor could be, especially when it came down to work, but Kara was stubborn too, especially when it came down to the health of someone she cared about.

Kara raised an unimpressed eyebrow, her hand coming to rest on her hip, “And just how much sleep have you been getting recently?”

“Enough.” Lena mumbled somewhat evasively, her tired gaze not quite meeting the blonde’s eyes. She hadn’t been home in a few days, instead she’d been opting instead to sleep at the office or her lab at L-Corp.

Kara narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. “Lena,” She began slowly, her tone gentle but firm, “You know you can’t keep running on empty like this. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re going to burn out. Then where will you be?”

Lena opened her mouth to argue, but the words were cut off by another round of violent coughing. She turned away, trying to suppress the fit, but it left her breathless and drained. When she finally caught her breath, she looked up at Kara with weary eyes, the fight in her slowly ebbing away.

“I just... I need to get this done, Kara,” Lena said, her voice cracking slightly, more from the strain than emotion. “Edge has been untouchable for too long, and if I don’t find something to take him down...”

Kara’s expression softened as she moved closer, placing a hand on Lena’s shoulder and squeezing softly, “I know how important this is to you,” She murmured reassuringly, “But you’re not going to be any good to anyone if you work yourself into the ground like this.”

Lena hesitated, her resolve wavering under Kara’s pleading gaze. The thought of curling up in bed, of letting herself rest in the warmth of her love’s arms, was becoming more and more appealing. She knew she couldn’t keep going like this—not if she wanted to be effective in any of her roles, as a CEO, as a friend, as a wife.

Finally, she sighed in defeat, nodding slightly. “Okay,” She spoke, her voice was hoarse and barely audible, but Kara heard the whispered words nonetheless, “Take me home?”

The blonde smiled, finally glad to have broken through, “Of course sweetheart, come here.”

Kara extended a hand, helping lift Lena her up from the seat before pulling the Luthor into her arms, Lena let out a content sigh. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” She murmured, nuzzling her head into the safety of Kara’s neck.

Kara only smiled and kissed the top of Lena’s head as she held her a little closer. “You’ll never have to find out.”

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love-toxin · 11 months ago

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i finally got around to watching a play through of RE4 separate ways and now i just wanna be a pitiful research assistant abandoned by my team that ada stumbles across,,,,

imagine just hitting all her soft spots. a naive, good hearted, timid thing who she can’t resist helping. she tries to act all aloof and uncaring but she Loves the feeling having someone cling to her more than anything.

she has this one line after she sees ashley being kidnapped that’s like “babysitting is tough huh?” and she’s all mocking towards leon, but she totally loves mother henning you, making sure you’re not too tired or lagging behind. she goes out her way to keep you out of danger whenever there are any plagas around. and if you even so much as scrape your knee she is dropping everything to make you feel better.

omg and when her infection flares up and you’re worrying all over her it takes everything in her not to pull you into a random room in the castle to absolutely wreck you for being so cute and concerned about her 🤭

unnnggghhh.....ada..... (<- hasn't played separate ways yet)

You're so gentle and meek. You're not really working under Saddler, are you? That's what she thinks when she first meets you, and she's partially right. You don't really have any idea what you've gotten yourself into....and yet you've still been abandoned by your team. The only one that even tried to help you was Luis, the charmer. But then you got separated, and you got lost and scared, and Ada came to rescue you because...well, she's not really sure why. Maybe because she just couldn't stand to listen to your cries anymore, or maybe because there's a little piece inside her that still wants to help the weak and the guileless.

And it's for the better for her, it turns out, because you actually can be pretty useful to her. You might be delicate and fragile, but you can point her in the directions she needs to go, decipher the landscape with familiarity she doesn't possess, and you do it with such a cute, eager insistence because Ada saved your life and it's the least you can do to help her back. Doing the heavy lifting isn't so hard when she's got someone on her side, even if it means she feels responsible for saving you from the plagas, the island, Saddler, and Wesker.

With Leon in the mix, however, it complicates things further. He's like you: a goody two shoes. He could very easily convince you to join him, to follow his lead, and he could put you in so much danger on this little suicide mission to save the president's daughter. And though Ada can try her best to keep you away from each other, there are times when you just end up....falling into Leon's arms. Like what happened about an hour ago, when she lost sight of you during Leon's assault on Salazar's castle--and she still hasn't managed to get you back. Well, not until you got separated from Leon in one of those trapped hallways and went running into another room to hide, only to find that you've ducked into the bookbinding tower.

It's a miracle she even gets to you in time, slinging herself around on that hookshot to fly through the already-opened window, just in time to launch herself feet-first into one of those possessed knights and send it squealing and flailing into the fireplace. But when you look at her with those soft eyes and that teary face, she just melts, and it reminds her of why she picked you up off your knees and saved you in the first place.

"Adaaaa!" You sob and scramble to your feet, running for her in your stained lab coat and hugging her tight enough to bruise. Usually you're the one fussing over her and her parasite, but now you're like a child wailing for their mummy--and it's so cute, god it's so cute.

"There, there." She gets to croon, stroking your hair with a gentle hand and smiling softly as you bury your face in her shoulder. "I'm here, now." You don't have to be scared. God, she's getting soft. Getting all melty and gentle with some whimpering little cupcake. But at the same time, her grip on you tightens because she knows she's never leaving you by yourself again. She can't take such a precious little thing like you getting hurt....no, it's not that bad to keep her eye on you. Can't leave you alone, can't leave you behind, certainly can't hand you over to Wesker--it looks like you might just become her new mission partner after all. Or maybe you can be a pretty new piece in her apartment to welcome her home after these long, long days. Who knows what the future holds for you and her...together?

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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Snake Charmer

Sharp and slender, so much so they give of the illusion of eyeliner to most people.

You however know that accusations of him wearing makeup are untrue; that he was simply born with such hypnotizing features.

Grey irises that hold an undecipherable vision.

Specifically, they are a charcoal grey, yet no one seems to notice besides you, for he often avoids eye contact and keeps his head bowed low towards the floor a neutral expression lingering upon his face.

Subtle brown eyeshadow, that you have the pleasure in watching him apply to his eyelids in the early mornings at dawn if you arose from a peaceful night's slumber early enough.

Black, silky and smooth hair that reaches past his waist in length, is tied in a low ponytail that he usually allows you the honor of doing each morning as he sits silently waiting for you to proclaim that you have finished.

Pulling a few strands free from the left side of his head, you both it in silence embellishing his hair in small gold clips and tight braids. You can’t help it, staring at him so love sickly as he braids more and more hair, until he realizes that he can no longer feel the warmth from your hands on his scalp or the gentle tugs from your fingers on his hair.

“Is something wrong.” He murmurs, the rasp still evident in his voice from being forced to rise so early to prepare his young master’s breakfast, finishing the braid, he was previously working on and allowing it to fall in place with the others.

You don't answer right away, instead you only lean over and kiss him on his brown lips holding the tender moment between the two of you for a moment. Your hesitant to pull away, you wish you could stay attached to his lips forever never needing a breath of fresh air again, but you know this isn't the truth, so you disconnect the spark of love and sit in your chair properly once again.

“Well, good morning to you. Any special reason for such declarations.” A devious smile is on his lips after quickly swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. You shake your head no with a tiny smile on your face.

“No, I just love you so much. You’re perfect.” The compliments slip out easily stroking his ego just a bit more than he know he should allow himself. Yet, he can’t help himself: as when there from you he seemingly melts into a puddle on the spot.

“I disagree, my jewel it is you who are the true diamond.” You tilt your head, sighing in domestic bliss taking a strand of his hair around your pointer finger before letting it go admiring the makeshift curls.

“How about we both be each other's jewel?” You attempt to reason with him, your voice a light whisper as you lean your head on his shoulder allowing your eyes to close from drowsiness.

He only gives a soft smile and kisses your forehead deciding that just this once he can sleep in and that Kalim can survive an hour or two without him hovering behind him and getting himself in too much trouble.

“I suppose I can agree to that.” He effortlessly picks you up, your chests facing towards each other, heartbeats in sync as you automatically wrap your legs around his waist as he leads you both back to his bed even if it's just for a few more hours.

Because at the end of the day servant or not... he would always be the king of your heart.

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thegreymoon · 7 months ago

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The Story of Minglan

Two more episodes! Almost done!

I feel so accomplished, LOL! 🎉🎉

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The Empress told her, thank fucking god. She is now falling in line, as she would have from the start.

The shit they put this woman through one month postpartum, I cannot even 🤬🤬

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LMAO, I love a masks-off Minglan 💪💪

Sweetie, she does indeed want you to die and you all know it.

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Yes, thank god!

I mean, I loved this show to bits (minus a couple of exceptions here and there) but 73 episodes is loooooooooooooong 😭 I would be lying if I said that I was not ready to put it to rest.

***

Hmmm. Doubt.

I saw no battle, I don't believe a single word.

I bet they are all just lying in wait outside the city gates waiting for the inevitable coup that is about to happen here in the palace so that they can weed out all the traitors.

Besides, in addition to Gu Tingye, we also saw Lady Zhang's father and General Shen leave. There is no chance they are dead without it being shown on screen and milked for the dramatics.

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What? Why?

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LMAO, she's so lost in her own madness, he can't even see he's grieving.

What kind of question is that? Tingwei actually loves Tingye and never wanted him dead. He is genuinely mourning. But she cannot even begin to comprehend that.

***

LOL, go, Tingwei, go!

You may be a little stupid and easily tricked, but at least your moral backbone is not entirely made up of jelly.

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A trap? Is this a trap?

MINGLAN, DON'T GO!

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Hehe, Minglan is back to being smart and competent and I am living!!

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Who is this woman?

I don't remember her at all.

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She is indeed a daughter of a general! 🔥🔥

I love Lady Zhang!

***

You remain an idiot and your end is nigh.

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He sounds nice.

Such a charmer.

I hope Shitou and Minglan's head torturer get a hold of him.

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IT'S FUCKING MANNIANG AGAIN. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

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Poor little baby.

He is a month old and this is the third crazy woman trying to murder him. Fourth, if we count Madam Qin, who is standing behind all the others but hasn't attempted to stab him directly.

***

LOL, as always, I adore Nanny Chang!

This woman is such a queen, she never fails to come through.

***

Oh, shut the fuck up.

This child has been grating on my nerves ever since she was replaced by this older actress, but I am now completely done with her. Yeah, trauma, blablablablaaaaa, but I cannot stand her whining for this insane woman who has not been present in her life for years upon years and was highly abusive when she did show up. What exactly is she grieving for?

***

She couldn't annoy me more if she tried.

Your shitty mother was a bane upon society. She killed your little brother. She just attempted to kill your second little brother. She assaulted and nearly killed you (that fall... yeah).

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep72

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casterousaudrey · 2 years ago

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Polyjuice Confessions

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Sebastian/reader

Theme: Jealousy, Pining, Confessions.

Note: Reader is a Slytherin, characters are now in their 7th year, I keep seeing jealous Sebastian fics and wanted to take a shot at a jealous reader fic. Hogwarts Legacy has single handedly made me write fanfics again.

"I am yours"

You never really knew when the pining had begun, maybe it was the time you saw how he looked at you in your first herbology class or the time when he took the fall when you were caught in the library. All you know is the rose-tinted glasses suddenly appeared and they never came off.

When traveling and defeating ashwinders you fight, you find yourself excited to tell Sebastian of your adventures and long for the praises that he usually blesses you with. He was charming, you knew that a lot of other people knew that. Sebastian was approachable to ask about studies or questions about the class so it wasn't hard to take a liking to him. You have bonded with him in your 5th year, seemingly going through up and downs with him but never really leaving his side. You take care of him when memories of what happened to Solomon and Anne haunted him, he knew he could always come to you for whatever he needed. You were always an owl away.

"Merlin to Y/n? Are you even listening" Your friend Imelda seemingly tries to get your attention by waving her hand in front of your face. She noticed you have been poking at your food without really eating it while your mind seems to wonder only Merlin knows where.

"I was asking if you would be interested in trying out this new course I found somewhere near Hogwarts but your mind seems to be elsewhere. Thinking about Sallow again no doubt." She giggles at your flustered reaction. You finally shoved some food in your mouth to hide the fact that you were daydreaming about a certain someone. "Honestly I haven't the slightest idea why neither of you has told the other your feelings. He's attached to you by the hip which I am surprised he's not with you now, and you never really hear one sentence come out of his mouth without mentioning you!" Poppy, is the nicer of the two friends you have, though she was very vocal about you and Sebastian being each other's soulmate every chance she gets.

"Guys please, we're just very good friends who study, go on adventures, and visit Hogsmeade together from time to time....." You sigh as you can't help the feeling of wanting to do those things not as friends but as lovers. The kind who seem like love-sick puppies that either make people scowl in disgust or reminisce about how young love is so pure.

"Maybe you should brew amortentia to find out if he smells you

"Or ask Ominis, they are bestfriends"

"Asking Ominis to ask Sebastian feels awkward. It's like having a human owl as a source of communication" Each time your friends find an opportunity to tease or urge you to confess to Sebastian you can't help the fear of rejection which you ponder, might it change your entire friendship forever? You do feel that after all that you've been through your friendship isn't one that will easily snap but a rejection sure would make things awkward.

"You know Sebastian is quite a charmer, even got some 5th years making heart eyes at him so I suggest just getting it over with. I'm sure if even he doesn't feel the same way you guys would stay tight!" Poppy's urged in an attempt to make feel you better.

"Thank you Poppy that made me feel like confessing to him right now...." You sarcastically said as you shoved another tart in your mouth, groaning at the confusing feelings that has been lingering for quite some time now. You couldn't help it, each day you spend time with Sebastian makes you fall for him even more and his flirty attitude surely helps in really making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Speaking of Sebastian being a charmer I've been seeing that Cressida Blume flirting with him and asking for his notes even though she writes her own. Something about non-verbal casting" Just as Imelda finishes her sentence you slam your fist to the table which causes some of the Slytherin students and your friends to jump in surprise. "Merlin I can not stand that girl! Ever since the fifth year about the favor she asked about her diary, she's been acting like a total nightmare towards me. She expected me to do something for free and just because she's good at charms doesn't mean she's the best"

You said in anger but low enough so that not everyone would know what you were talking about. "She always tries to vex me in one way or another. Ugh, I can not stand her!" If this was a cartoon Imelda and Poppy would see steam coming out of your ears right now. You resisted the urge to brag to Cressida about how you could not only cast non-verbal magic but you could cast non-verbal ancient magic but you didn't want to wander around Hogwarts just saying that you could use a rare type of ability.

"Stay calm Y/n. No use allowing her to get on your nerves. We should probably go to potions class, by the way, don't want Sharp to get any more provoked today." Coincidentally you and your friends had the same class so you could walk to class together. You finished eating and brushed the remaining crumbs out of your robes.

You hadn't seen Sebastian all day which you assume he took that time to read up on more for his N.E.W.T.S. In every class you have together it became a habit to sit next to him if your friends don't need you that is. So as you were chatting with Poppy about how exciting the recent classes have been she couldn't help but wonder how your face had contorted to a shocked then angry look.

She looked at where you were looking and saw Cressida Blume sitting next to Sebastian and twirling her hair about. Sebastian on the other hand was too kind to tell her that he wanted you to sit next to him, just awkwardly laughed at her jokes.

"Merlin help me or I will curse her right here right now Poppy" You glared at Cressida's back but quickly gained back your composure as you sat next to Poppy instead, Imelda sitting behind you with her other Ravenclaw friend. "You really got this 'don't give her a reaction' down to the bone Y/n. So nice and composed" You rolled your eyes at Imelda's comment as Professor Sharp spoke up to open your books to a certain page.

As the class continued Sebastian kept sneaking glances at you as if asking for help but you, too upset at how he could let your seat taken (although there really aren't any permanent seating arrangements), kept looking away and ignoring his signs. "I'm surprised Professor Sharp allowed us to brew Polyjuice today since the last incident of someone taking the form of Headmaster Black" you coughed as Poppy says this remembering that incident clearly and how you toyed with some of the students while using a Polyjuice to become Headmaster Black back in your fifth year. "I think it was quite funny" you spoke out giggling as Poppy raised a brow.

"You are just so smart Sebastian" Cressida suddenly cackled while touching and shaking Sebastian's arm. She also shot you a smirk and continued doing her flirty gestures toward him. "Talk about attention hoarder" Imelda whispered to you as your anger made you put too many leeches in the potion which made it spark and blow up everywhere much to your dismay. "I expected better from you Miss L/n 10 points from Slytherin" You hung your head low with annoyance ad you heard Cressida snicker in your direction as Sebastian shoots you a worried look.

"Chin up maybe at least after class you'll get your man all to yourself"

"Thank you for the most part Imelda"

Imelda smiles at you as she helps redo your potion so that Professor Sharp won't be complaining about your 'irresponsibility'.

In all this jealous rage you wondered if you had confessed sooner you could just storm to any girl who doesn't take the hint and drag Sebastian to the undercroft where it was only you and him, most of the time. One of the happiest moments in your life. Just as you finished fixing your potion you were ready to walk back to the Slytherin common room with Sebastian only for Cressida to still be holding his arm as if they were together and it seems she was dragging him to the library so she could 'get more help'.

"You know I should really get back to my own common room, Cressida"

"Nonsense surely you could spare a few minutes?" You heard her talk to him. As they walked away you feel like you could blow up and it took everything in you not to curse her with ancient magic so that not just anyone can cure her. Maybe it was just your anger talking so you try to calm down as you bid goodbye to Imelda who wanted to ride her broom and Poppy who wanted to visit Highwing. So now you were walking alone back to the Slytherin common room occasionally looking at the painting around Hogwarts to try and cool your mind.

"Y/n may I have a word"

"Ominis I thought you would be at the undercroft?"

"Well Sebastian tried to ask for help getting away from that Cressida girl so I ought to try and help but I wanted to ask if you could 'save him' since I have an essay to finish by the end of the day" You furrow your brows as you huff at Ominis' request. Normally you would accept it but you were too blinded with jealousy that you didn't want to approach Sebastian right now or perhaps you did want to steal him away from Cressida, either way, you were still mad at the current situation.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Ominis, he has to handle this on his own for now"

"Well alright. He is capable of handling his decisions anyways"

he seemed to be confused by your decision but ultimately did not question it.

"Y/n wait up!" You turn to see Imelda running up to you with a tired look on her face.

"Imelda? I thought you were going to practice on your broom for today?"

"Yeah uhh I didn't feel like it today" You raised your brow at that since usually Imelda never gets tired when it comes to practicing on her broom. "Ok... did you want to come back to the common room with me?"

"Uhh yes yes sure! Hello Ominis, you look rather dapper as always" it was Ominis' turn to raise a brow at that. Since when did Imelda start giving compliments to others?

"Imelda are you feeling alright you don't sound like yourself"

"Yes yes as I said I am just quite tired" Ominis, though has some suspicion, ultimately let it go as the three of you walked through the castle while talking about current assignments.

"Y/n what is wrong with Sebastian he sounded rather troubled with Cressida following him around" You grunted and the sudden anger you felt before came back that even Ominis could feel the tension thicken.

"Honestly who does she even think she is? She's hogging my time with Sebastian. I know you're also just going to tell me to just confess to him to get it done with but how can I when someone is always at his side?" Ominis didn't mean to put you in a bad mood, he knew about your feelings for Sebastian but he didn't know you would react with jealousy once someone tries to take your time with him. The time he knew was precious to both you and Sebastian.

"Merlin she makes my blood boil, Ominis. Does she think she can just steal Sebastian away like that? I was the one who has been through everything with him" As you continued to ramble and walk ahead of the two Imelda's cheeks suddenly became redder and redder. As the seeming effects of the Polyjuice wears off and all that was left was Sebastian. He transfigures his outfit to the usual male uniform and walked nervously behind you waiting for you to notice.

"He's my partner in every class Omini, so what doesn't that girl get? He's mine well I hope he'll be ... someday... but that's not the point ugh I have half the mind to Levioso her and leave her hanging there until a Professor finds her. You better stop me when I come to that point Imelda" you waited a few seconds for Imelda to acknowledge your reply only to hear silence from both Ominis and Imelda.

"Nothing like a good practice with a broom to clear my head" Imelda appears in a corridor in front of you as she skips towards where you were. Wasn't she just behind you and following you?

"Wait, Imelda? I thought you were too tired to go practice?"

"Pfft too tired? When have you ever heard me say that"

"Wait if you're here then who-"

You turn to your back only to be met with a blushing Sebastian staring directly at you and nervously fiddling with his wand.

"I was going to show you how well my Polyjuice potion worked...." With the sudden realization of the fact that you have been rambling about Sebastian this entire while he was there your face also turned red as Ominis snickers beside him.

"Well, Im- I am umm I can explain?" You looked down as your jealousy turns into embarrassment while Imelda still doesn't know what was going on.

"Imelda I think we should go on ahead. It seems these two have a lot to talk about" Imelda only grinned at that and acknowledged Ominis as they went ahead to go back to the Slytherin common room.

It was only you and Sebastian left in that empty corridor, conveniently no one has walked by in a while. A minute passed of just fumbling with your words as you try to explain to Sebastian about your rambling and looking down at your shoes to avoid his gaze.

"See I didn't mean all that I wouldn't hurt a defenseless student... Well, I would play pranks but it's not the same as the one I said-"

"I am yours" you stopped rambling and hesitantly looked up at him with a still-red face that only seems to match his, but Sebastian he had a cheeky grin plastered on his lips. Lips that you have always wanted to kiss.

"Honestly hearing you be all that possessive about me is cute because I know I would've reacted the same" he snickers as he steps closer to you to place a kiss on your forehead which made you even more red if it was possible. "I didn't know why it took me this long to do that but I have been irretrievably in love with you Y/n L/n from the moment I first went to Hogsmeade with you. I think I was just scared of losing another loved one in my life that I hid my feelings away"

He places a hand on your cheek, which you instinctively leaned into as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "No other woman would have my heart at the mercy of their hands and fills my head with thoughts of love more than you"

You stared at his eyes, the one that you have seen every emotion appear on and darted to his lips, the same one that you have daydreamed of kissing for forever. With these in your mind, you finally made your move. You cupped his cheek and closed the gap between your lips, ignoring the shocked expression on his face. Sebastian eventually melted into the kiss as he held your hand that was on his cheek and rested his other on your waist slightly pulling you closer

His lips were soft just like how you imagined and at this moment you felt that he was yours, wholely and undeniably yours. He smiled into the kiss as he realized you were also his and always have been. As you pulled away to gasp for air you could only stare at his eyes and a smile plastered on both your faces as a weight disappeared on both your shoulders. He laughed as he kissed your hand that was on his cheek and intertwined his own with it.

"God I waited so long to do that but I never expected the circumstances to be like this. Then again I didn't expect you to be so possessive about me"

"Don't even start Sebastian you weren't meant to hear all that" You playfully hit his arm as the both of you continue to walk through the castle hand in hand just purely happy.

"What? It was cute, and for the record, I did signal for your help"

"Well you could have handled that yourself and told her straight up you didn't want to talk to her"

"And miss the opportunity to see your scowling face and the death grip you had on your wand? Never" Sebastian earned a hip bump for that as you kiss his cheek again in an attempt to make him flustered for a change.

"Well it doesn't matter now because I have a reason to sit beside you every time"

"And what might that be? That you're so unbelievably in love with me?"

"That you're in love with me and that's it"

"Me? Looks whos talking" You rolled your eyes at Sebastian and leaned closer to his arm, occasionally swinging your intertwined hands as you walk. It started as a most frustrating day but ended in the best way possible. A relationship built on understanding, friendship, and support. Everyone would only say that it was a matter of time as you arrived in your common room, Imelda silently cheering and Ominis happy for both of his best friends.

Bonus:

The next day in potions class, you and Sebastian were talking to each other while making your potions when you see Cressida shoot a daggered look at you. You only smirked as you pulled Sebastian down to kiss him on the cheek while Professor Sharp was looking away. He was confused but still smiled, appreciating every affection you give him.

You giggled as you see Cressida look even madder than you were yesterday.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow oneshot #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #sebastian sallow imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #harry potter fandom #harry potter series

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decentishoutsidersthoughts · 8 days ago

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PROMISED STEVE POST

This got long cause this part is very much all stuff I added to the story specifically for them 😭😭😭

So Steve is Paul’s cousin and part of one of the richy rich families. Rn he’s probably Eddie’s (or whoever is Eddie’s) little brother but that may change when I read the books. Steve is very much considered a stain on the family because he’s the product of an affair between the mom and some random poor guy which for that family is a very big deal-. But because they want to keep to appearances there’s no divorce and Steve stays with the family and never actually meets his dad (despite the fact that his bio dad absolutely adores him and fought tooth and nail to be able to at least see his son. Steve doesn’t know that tho). Steve insists he doesn’t care that his whole family hates him but he cares like…a lot.

So Steve, Paul, and whoever ends up being Astrid are all SUPER close. They basically treated Steve like their little brother. Paul always stood up for Steve and got away with it because he was the favorite. Steve won’t admit it but he was hit HARD when Paul left home. Like he cried at the airport and it was easily the first time Paul had seen him cry in years. Paul still tries to talk to him at least once a week and Steve finds out about Darry long before the rest of the family does.

So Steve is pretty much dreading the wedding other than the fact that he gets to see Paul for the first time in years. Steve finds out that Paul’s bringing Darry and think it’s an awful idea because Darry doesn’t even know Paul’s lore and also the family just found out about Darry and are like losing their shit-. And THEN Steve finds out Paul is also bringing Darry’s brothers and thinks that’s a worse idea but what does he know he’s just the kid 😔😔😔.

Steve goes with Paul’s best friend to pick them up from the airport and they’re all excited to see eachother and it’s cute. When they’re hanging out and exploring and eating dinner and stuff he starts talking to Soda (Ponyboy freaks him out). And they hit it off like IMMEDIATELY. Instant besties right here. Darry and Ponyboy are a bit weary but Paul swears up and down that Steve is a good kid. And then Steve goes home that night and the whole family is still like going insane that Paul is dating some random roofer guy.

And Steve hears how upset they are, and he’s been being told his whole life that the only good thing he could do for this family is marry well and then they can get back on track and write off the whole affair thing as a one time blip in the family tree. And so Steve knows this, and he sees how mad they are that Paul is with Darry, and he hears all the shit being talked about Darry’s brothers. And he REALLY feels the need to prove to us family that he doesn’t care about them. And Soda’s nice, and fun to talk to, and Steve laughed more in that one night than he had in weeks. Not to mention Soda is really good looking. And an idea forms in his head, a little two week fling sort of, they flirt with eachother and show up everywhere together, his family would get pissed and other than that no harm done.

They show up together the next day at the party, he’s there to help Paul introduce Darry and his brothers to Paul’s mom. It all goes really well, Soda’s a charmer by nature and he already is starting to feel an attraction to Steve, and Steve is having a genuinely amazing time when he thought this whole thing would suck. Eventually Steve gets sick of hearing the same passive aggressive comments and he can tell the looks the family gives Soda are starting to bother him, so they sneak off to Steve’s room. Soda winds up telling Steve about his parents and Johnny and Dally, and Steve tells Soda about his bio dad which he’s never told anyone outside the family. They end up falling asleep together and Paul definetly takes pictures.

Now, the first problem comes due to the fact that Soda falls in love really fucking easily. Like. He’s head over heels by the next morning. Steve is also kinda in love too ngl but like- he doesn’t realize that. So for the next little while it’s that, Soda keeps falling more in love and Steve is trying to convince himself it’s just a means to an end. But his heart jumps whenever he sees Soda, and he’s trying way too hard to make him smile. And then at some point Steve and Soda sneak off to go exploring and they end up having a kiss. And Steve freaks out and runs away and oopsie it’s time for the bachelor party.He also finds out about Astrids husband cheating at this point too which makes stuff worse.

The Curtis brothers don’t go to the party obviously (the fish thing still happens but I haven’t figured that out yet). And Steve and Paul are sticking together and Steve is seeing how people talk about Darry to Paul’s face. And now he’s starting to think that if he really loves Soda he shouldn’t put him in this situation where he’ll spend his whole life never being good enough and always being ‘lesser than’. Because he knows how that feels and it’s AWFUL. When they finally escape the party, Steve tells Paul about it. Paul tells Steve he knows it’s selfish to put someone like Darry or Soda into the family. That’s why Paul is walking out as soon as he marries Darry, which is gonna be soon cause he plans to propose.

Paul basically tells Steve that both of them are more than deserving of everything good about eachother, and whatever Steve does he’ll back him up. But he also says that Steve needs to think about if he’s really serious about this, and if Soda would be worth losing everything. And if Steve decides that he isn’t, then Steve needs to stop leading Soda on and cut things off before he fucks everything up worse.

So Steve thinks on it and basically goes ‘no fuck it I deserve to be happy and I hate this family anyway’. But he can’t like go all in yet cause he’s 17- but he talks feelings with Soda and they start doing this ‘kind of couple kind of not’ thing. And things are going amazing up until the wedding, where they find out that Darry was also the product of an affair and that Darry’s dad is very much alive. The grandmother and Paul’s mom corner him about it while Steve and Soda are odd dancing somewhere else, but Soda sees Darry run away from the party. He runs after Darry and Steve follows him without hesitation, but then he’s blocked by Paul’s mom. And she tells him that Soda isn’t something anybody in this family should associate with, especially not him. And the entire family is suddenly staring at Steve, and they look disappointed and disgusted, but also like they’ve never expected any better from him. And Steve suddenly feels a lot of pressure he was not remotely prepared for. And he folds and lets Soda run away on his own.

He immediately regrets it, and tries to find him again but by now it’s too late. Soda ignores all his texts but doesn’t block his number and Steve only finds out from Paul about them all going back home and Darry turning down the proposal. Steve straight up feels like the stupidest person in the world. And then Paul’s mother in character development gives Paul her engagement ring, and she probably has a long talk with Steve about the way she’s treated him and allowed the family to treat him. Steve doesn’t really forgive her or even let it help that much, but she does tell him to go after Soda. So Steve follows Paul to the airport, and waits at the gate while Paul goes to propose on the plane. When Soda gets off, Steve is there and the first words out of his mouth are all about how sorry he is. Soda kisses him and they hug and it’s all a very unrealistically happily ever after because this is still a rom com 😭😭😭

I think at some point Steve also meets his bio dad and his half siblings and downright ditches the family to stay with them because they like- actually love him and think he’s worth something- that’s a whole other story tho

#the outsiders #the outsiders au #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #This got so long #stevepop

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

asmo takes a deep breath, stepping out of his car. he’s just got to give you your uniform and then he can leave.

but wait, what if you try to keep him? or are so overwhelmed by his presence you want to take a pic? oh god, he’s going to have to force a smile, isn’t he?

as he gets close to the door to diavolo’s castle, it swings open before he can knock, and barbatos welcomes him in.

“hello, asmodeus,” barbatos says, that all-knowing (and all-infuriating!) glint in his eye. “here to drop off the things for mc?”

“yep!” asmo says, sensing a chance. “and i’m actually in a hurry so can i just leave them with you? i’ve really got to get going.”

“i’m here!” a voice calls, and he sees you practically run into the room. you’re dressed simply, unlike his completely put-together and gorgeous outfit, and your hair is a complete mess. resisting the urge to fix it for you, he offers you a charming smile.

“you must me mc. i’m asmodeus. pleasure to meet you.” as he speaks, he calls upon his charm, eyes glowing pink.

“nice to meet you,” you return brightly, offering a hand. somehow completely unaffected by his powers.

swallowing a scowl, asmo forces more charm into his voice, taking your hand delicately and pressing a kiss to the back of it instead of shaking it. you jerk back slightly but recover admirably. annoyingly. whatever.

“thank you so much for taking the time to drop this off,” you blabber on. “i know you’re probably really busy and what not, but i appreciate it. you’re literally a lifesaver.”

“well, of course i’d help our newest exchange student,” asmo hums. “especially since you’re so cute~”

you laugh. laugh! at him!

“well aren’t you a charmer,” you say. “i was warned about you, and i guess the rumors are true. you’re just as flirty in real life as you are online.”

“you’re a fan?” asmo asks, acting like he hadn’t spent the last hour doing a deep dive into all of your accounts to see if you were following him, if you’d liked his posts, et cetera.

“i wouldn’t call myself a fan,” you dismiss easily. “but i’m definitely aware of your online persona. a lot of my fans are also fans of yours so i see your name pop up in my comment section sometimes.”

“oh, yes, i saw that you also do youtube,” asmo says. “diy videos, yes? how cute.”

as if you didn’t even notice the barb he just threw your way, you smile. “thanks! i’m still pretty new to the whole thing, but it’s been really fun so far.”

asmo returns your smile, lips thinly pressed together. “well. as nice as it’s been to meet you, i really must be on my way…”

“oh! yes, of course!” you exclaim. “again, thank you so much for dropping this off,” you say, gesturing to the neatly folded uniform asmo has deposited onto the nearby counter. he’d taken the liberty of switching the shirt lucifer had selected for a larger size and wondered what you’d do to combat that on the first day of school. petty? maybe. but fun? definitely. “i really appreciate it! i hope we’ll see each other around at rad.”

“mhm, i’m sure we will!” asmo chirps. “and you’re welcome. i hope you enjoy your time here. and good luck on your channel! if you ever need any help or have any questions, let me know. i am kind of an expert.” unlike you, he implies.

“oh, definitely!” you reply, again not even seeming to register his snark, or his attempt at using his powers. what is wrong with you?! “i’ll keep that in mind. have a good day!”

“you too!” he says, sickly sweet, then takes his leave, only letting his mask fall once he pulls out of the driveway. i’ll show you, he thinks angrily, coming here, acting all famous… i’ll show you.

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cybercore-creations · 1 year ago

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I just killed my Ex

Summary: Survivor!Danny x Fem!GF!Reader. Song fic based on "Kill Bill" by SZA

TWs: Murder, Stalking, Obsession, toxic relationships

She couldn't stay away. No matter how hard she tried, she still slunk around the survivors camp. Oh, how she wished you could just take him away, keep him all for herself, but unfortunately, kidnapping was not a perk that came with being the entity's favorite. Their blood boiled as he smiled at the blonde standing next to him. That smile should be for her. Her robe flowed in the wind as she turned around, leaving the area.

Of course she started with the mature idea. She spoke with other killers who told her that nothing ever good came from falling in love with Survivors. Nurse knew that best. Of course killers would make passes at eachother. Some strong bonds, other casual hook ups. "There was always other people" Amanda said with her arm around Hunteress. Just like Danny had Kate right now. No. She only wanted him and if she couldn't have him. No one could.

They were swept into the fog on a date. Danny loved nature walks, taking photos of everything. She loved them for scoping out a new base. Then the fog came. Pulling them apart. The entity was a sick bastard. At the beginning, she avoided killing Danny at all costs. When the entity finally threatened punishment, her hand (Well knife) was forced. But with him? No fun quips or a fucked up mori. Just a hook and moved on. He couldn't protect Kate then. That's when she had her fun. She'd rather put herself through the pain of killing Danny to get to the tattooed woman.

Every day, she hoped it was a fling. Danny was always a charmer. Girls practically threw themselves at him. After she found them walking hand and hand together in the woods like they used to do. "I wish I had my camera, you're the perfect model." He laughed. How she tried to spare him pain, but now the rage overcame her. Now, he'll be a victim like the rest. He didn't deserve her kindness anymore.

Danny and Kate were pretty much attached at the hip especially during trials. It made her sick. She wouldn't deny how beautiful Kate was. Shiny golden hair, perfect figure, intricate tattoos littering her skin. She couldn't blame Danny, he always went for the alternative girls. The fog swept over her as the trial began. Pulling up her tablet to see what survivors were playing his name was right on top, Kate's next to him. Now people would consider it fucked up for the entity to do that, but she smiled. Guess The Entity was reading her thoughts, giving her exactly what she wanted. She was ready to have him face down in a basement, snapping a pretty photo of his bloodied face.

Was it petty? Yes. She could have definitely been the bigger person and started treating him like everyone else. A victim, A piece of meat, apart of the game she had to win, but sadism was in her blood, even before the fog. She promised Danny she'd never hurt him when he first learned she was Ghostface, but promises get broken. He must of knew that as he protected Kate with everything he had. Now he was just a toy to torture however she wanted.

The first time she snapped a photo with him as he died, she sent a rush through her. It felt good. She expected it to break her heart like it did when she killed him regularly, but she was smiling this time. Though she still didn't give him the pleasure of hearing her voice. Even with the distortion by the modulator, he didn't deserve it. Easily hooking him up and laughing as the entity took him. In the distance, she watched a familiar woman run for a hatch. "Will this girl ever learn?" she mumbled, chucking her knife at Kate, directly hitting her in the neck. Huh, guess casual axe throwing with Huntress came in handy. As she came back to the camp, the other killers stared at her before Frank spoke up. "Huh, I never expected you to do it." "Love makes you do fucked up things kid." She sighed pulling her mask off. Nurse hugged her "Proud. Strong." She whispered barely speaking.

"What was that?" Claudette looked wide eyed. "Ghostface always goes easy on you Danny, what did you do?" "I'm... not sure?" He said, a bit shaken up with how quickly the behavior of the killer changed. "Well, he came the same time as you. Do you remember anyone it could be?" Dwight asked. Danny shook his head.

"Hey, maybe it's a girl." Nea suggested."No way. there's no way a girl could have killed him like that." Jake cut in."That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Nea rolled her eyes. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same as brutally bashing someone's skull into the concrete after they're dead. Takes a man to do that." Jake argued. "Or a man's mentality." Nea raised her eyebrows.

They didn't notice the killer hiding in the tree. "Huh, he really forgot about me." A slight hurt filled her chest. She KILLED for him before the fog. How could he forget that? How could he forget everything about her? Suddenly, that pain wasn't heartbreaking. It was rage, and it was no longer towards Kate.

All the other survivors were dead. The last hour was a game of Cat and Mouse between. "Oh Danny. Why are you running." She called out, pout in her maculated voice. Danny's hands shook slightly as he worked on the generator. Quietly she creeped next to him. "Boo" She whispered next to his ear. As he got up he attempted to run, only to be shoved to the floor.

"Danny, Danny, Danny" She sighed "What to do with you" She stood over his back. "You know if you would have stayed loyal the entity wouldn't have served you to me on a silver fucking platter" She laughed sitting on his back. "What?" He breathed out. She drove her knife into the back of his back like she'd done many times before but this time was different. She pulled up her mask over her lips and pulled him up by his hair. Her warm breath fanning over his ear. "Smile for the camera sweetheart." Click.

#dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson

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binint · 2 years ago

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ೃ⁀➷ "Everything I know about Love"

A Twisted Wonderland Series based off of Laufey's beautiful album "Everything I know about Love"

(ongoing series)

Synopsis for stories may not reflect the final piece :")

Dance with You Tonight ➻ Ace Trappola

╰─▸ "You're a charmer that's for sure, but I can't stand anymore. Shame I would've danced with you tonight..."

Prom with you would be perfect.

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Fragile ➻ Deuce Spade

╰─▸ "Your skin on my skin, the room is spinning..."

┊͙School is rough, classes, sports and the cherry on top: chores. Everyday more work than the next. One moment of calm would be nice wouldn't it?

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Beautiful Stranger ➻ Idia Shroud

╰─▸ "A fairytale moment could've occurred, but my beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger until I see him again..."

┊͙You needed help fixing your laptop and Crowley knew the exact person to ask.

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Above the Chinese Restaurant ➻ Rook Hunt

╰─▸ "I still freeze when I look at these faded photographs from February, last twenty-second or twenty-third..."

┊͙You have some photos from your old world and reminisce of a time you can't imagine anymore.

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Dear Soulmate ➻ Floyd Leech

╰─▸ "Dear soulmate, I can't wait to fall in love with you..."

┊͙Soulmates have always been a foreign language to you, but in this new world, these tales of destiny and soulmates seem to be translating.

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What Love will do to You ➻ Jade Leech

╰─▸ "Losing my mind, drunk on jazz and wine..."

┊͙You can't get him out of your head, why won't he leave your mind?

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I've Never Been in Love Before ➻ Sebek Zigvolt

╰─▸ "So please, forgive this helpless haze I'm in. I've never really been in love before..."

┊͙Falling in love for the first time is scary and sometimes you end up doing strange and irrational things

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Just like Chet ➻ Ruggie Bucchi

╰─▸ "I don't know anything about love and its' foolish tendencies, and just like Chet I tend to fall in love too easily..."

┊͙

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Everything I know about Love ➻ Jack Howl

╰─▸ "I don't know that much at all, I trip I fall, every time I try it's all too much. That's everything I know about love..."

┊͙From all the fairytales that have been read to you as a child, you would expect to know a little bit more about love.

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Falling Behind ➻ Jamil Viper

╰─▸ "I've never had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call mine. Everybody's falling in love, and I'm falling behind..."

┊͙You've always been way too busy for anything other than school and now is a good time to relax, if ever a time.

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Hi ➻ Azul Ashengrotto

╰─▸ "Now I'm dreaming of your moonlight glow from my empty studio, hoping that you'll say 'hello' to me..."

┊͙You've always been a nervous figure, the 1st years only being the people truly close to you. You should probably go out and say "hi."

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Valentine ➻ Silver

╰─▸ "Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue..."

┊͙Valentine's day has always been one of your favorite holidays, isn't it nice you get to spend it with your favorite person?

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Night Light ➻ Secret

╰─▸ "Guess I won't be living in here anymore. Take down the posters of the pop stars on the wall. Empty room, it looks so small..."

┊͙Twisted Wonderland has such a lasting impact on your life. Nice things don't always last forever though.

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One Night Love Affair

inspired by the bryan adams song. steddie au, imagine your own happy ending. sometimes one night is all two people are allowed.

Steve doesn’t usually come to parties alone, especially when he knows a grand total of 3 people out of the dozens that will be there. But he’s a charmer, a people person - he’ll make it work. he jokes and laughs his way around the room for a while, before slipping away for a smoke in the front yard. The gravel crunches satisfyingly under his sneakers, and he twists his foot just to feel the tiny stones scrape and grate over each other while pulling a cigarette from the carton.

“Need a light?” a voice asks from behind Steve, soft and open and not a little unexpected. Steve turns as he pinches the cigarette between his lips, and sees a dark haired man with eyes like blistering coals and lips like rose petals. The man pushes up from where he’d been leaning against the wall and pulls a box of matches from the pocket of his jacket. It’s black and leather and supple, shining satin against the porch light.

“Yeah, thanks.” Steve inclines his head towards the new-struck match, eyes flicking up to meet those of this stranger, and the blaze illuminates a rim of black kohl around those dark, warm eyes. Steve’s heart lurches, suddenly unable to look away. He forgets to suck on the smoke, leaving it trapped between loosely pursed lips, and only foggily remembers when the man’s eyebrows disappear up behind the waves of his bangs.

“Y’gotta suck on it,” the guy says with just a hint of amusement undercut by something richer, and steve gasps, lungs filling with smoke unexpectedly. He splutters, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth.

Steve has seldom felt such an immediate attraction to anyone, never been blindsided by all that’s promised in the newness of a stranger. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, and yet he is overcome, sudden and sure, and all at once the party means nothing. It’s too loud, too many people he doesn’t know, Steve’s not even sure why he still goes to these things.

Within a few more choking breaths, Steve manages to even out his breathing, before pulling in a lungful of smoke intentionally this time.

“Thanks, uh, again. I’m Steve.”

“Eddie. You know Tommy?” the man, Eddie, asks, only shifting a half-step back away from Steve.

Instinct is a funny thing. In no other circumstance would Steve’s body tell him to grab the hand of a stranger and run, away from people, from safety. He knows better than that, has only just learned the man’s name for god’s sake. but a new kind of instinct emerges, something altogether more powerful.

“Yeah, but I’d rather know you,” Steve states, bold and surprising even to himself. Eddie, taken a little aback by steve’s forwardness, blinks hard. But then his face splits into a hungry smile, his own cigarette trapped between two rows of straight white teeth.

“Why don’t you take me somewhere private, and you can get to know me all you want.” And there’s a little innuendo in it, Steve knows that, more than a little flirting in Eddie’s smooth, sure voice. He welcomes it, twitches his eye in a wink.

With easy comfort that should not be, they round the hood of Steve’s car and clamber in. Steve drives them out towards the quarry, tries not to break the speed limit, but the balmy night and the fizzle of possibility has him pushing his beemer hard down open road.

Conversation comes easily, exhilarating with each new morsel uncovered, and by the time they’re pulling up to the edge of the woods a hundred yards from the quarry’s edge, Steve’s certain that he will never have another night like this.

Eddie leads the way towards the craggy edge and crouches before throwing his legs out in front of him and letting them dangle. Steve follows suit, letting some story about the first time he came up here fall from his lips like the overflow of a bath.

As Steve talks, Eddie lights a cigarette, and Steve pulls one of his own from the carton. This time, however, the matches are forgotten. Eddie pinches Steve’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, turns his face toward him and leans forward, hollowing his cheeks as the cherry of Eddie’s cigarette nudges up against the unlit end of Steve’s.

Steve steadies his smoke between the first knuckles of his fingers, keeping it in place as Eddie is him. When plumes of smoke spill up into the air between their faces, Steve drops his hand, skating his palm mock-accidentally over the side of Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s, thrilling and unfamiliar but known in such a way as Steve has never felt.

They sit on the edge of the cliff, smoking and talking about nothing in particular. Each topic comes and goes, dissipating into the night with their breath. The words they speak are only for tonight, only for now, they will disappear before the morning light.

It’s probably around 3am when the bravery that had been teasing at his thoughts finally sinks into Steve’s skin under the twinkling of the stars, and moves his lips for him.

“Y’know you caught me by surprise.”

“Oh yeah? Surprise how?”

Steve considers for a moment, finds he can’t look directly at Eddie under the violet light of the dark. Eddie’s doe eyes and expectant gaze, his full lips and quick tongue had had something curling and twisting Steve’s insides into wriggling knots, and he knows exactly why.

“Y’know the jacket and the eyeliner and all. Didn’t think you’d exactly be my type…of person,” Steve adds quickly, skin prickling at having given himself away so easily. Eddie makes a little indignant noise, and Steve anxiously whips to look at him, sees the curl of Eddie’s lips into a smirk.

“Thought the same about you, big boy. usually I’m not one for uh…” Eddie reaches out to flick one of the buttons that sits over his sternum, “polo shirts.”

Steve dips his chin and chuckles, then takes a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the chalky ground beside him.

“You think you…could be?” Steve asks, chin still lowered, looking up through his lashes at the pale plains of Eddie’s moonlit face.

It’s closer now than it had been, where Eddie’s now leaning forward on his palm, bringing their faces only a few inches from each other’s.

“Think I already am, Stevie.”

The kiss comes slow, gentle, and Steve’s skin sparkles. Then the press of a tongue tip against the center of Steve’s lower lip, asking permission.

It’s granted with a gasp and a flutter of fingertips at the back of Steve’s neck, and then hands are in hair and under shirts and somehow they make it to the car, stumbling and intertwined.

They fog the windows with secret words, feelings too big to hold, too sudden to contain, too delicate to keep.

The deepest night hours slip away in a slow exchange of sensation, and too soon the sun begins to peek between the trunks of distant trees. the softness of touch becomes more urgent, now apprised of its deadline. Steve thinks that Eddie, too, knows that whatever this is will only exist in the dark, in the quiet hours.

The night ends too early. The light of day creeps peach and primrose over the horizon, and the ending of things begins. Steve drops Eddie back at his van, still parked in the driveway of some house that belongs to someone whose name is no longer important.

They part ways with a kiss as wistful as it is sweet: Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s cheeks like he’s something delicate, Steve’s fingers curling around the lapels of Eddie’s jacket and tugging him closer, just for a moment longer.

Just a moment more, and maybe it’ll never end.

Steve watches Eddie drive away, and knows in each beat of his heart that all they had shared under the moon-bright sky is all they ever would. Life will get in the way, paths will run parallel without overlap, years will crumble between them until this is but a distant echo of a memory of a kiss.

Sometimes, one night is all two people are allowed.

#steddie #steddie au #3minsover #steve harrington x eddie munson #fanfic #originally posted on twitter

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My ZB1 rising sign guesses

I love zb1 and I'm such an astrology nerd so I would like to Speak My Truth to the Internet! (no one has posted their zb1 rising sign guesses/rectified chart attempts so I am trying to prompt others to.)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional! And I make mistakes! And I'm kinda just here for a good time ?!?!?!1?!

Jiwoong: Scorpio rising. His dark, clouded, mysterious eyes and long nose. His chart ruler for this rising would be Libra mars in either the 10th or the 11th house. He'd be a night chart so his benefic of sect would be Venus in the 2nd, which I can't help but feel doesn't really suit him. On top of the fact he doesn't seem necessarily mars-ruled to me. My second guess is Taurus rising. His chart ruler would be Capricorn Venus in the 8th. (Yes...) And he'd have Sun in the 8th, Moon and Mars in the 6th. He'd still have that Scorpio influence in his chart that I think is quite visible in his personality! And I feel like moon in the 6th is quite true to his work ethic and mindset. He puts his heart in the work he does and can't settle or move on until he deems his job done. Always going the extra mile to prove himself and all that he is capable of.

Hanbin: Libra rising. Doll like face, cheeks that easily flush, total charmer with his words and has people falling for him with just a glance! Sometimes I notice him making a subtle yet seductive smirk at people when he wants to persuade them into doing something, lol! His chart ruler would be Taurus Venus in the 7th. Actually, before I even decided Hanbin's rising I was more convinced his Taurus Venus had to be his chart ruler, especially since his voice is so smooth and pleasant! But now I see just how well it works out in the rest of the chart. He's touchy, affectionate, and somehow always brings comfort to people through his words or actions. With his Cancer MC, he takes on the parental role in the group by managing and protecting his group members like they're his family. His moon also lands in the 5th, which highlights his love for creativity and self expression which we see through things like performing and such. Also feel like moon 5th houses play the managers/overseers in groups because they find fulfillment in it. And then Virgo rising. I'm my worst enemy because I somehow Always mix up Virgo and Libra risings. I see him as a Virgo for all the same facial features, and in addition his eyes that always seem to be watching and analyzing the room. He's very aware of the people and atmosphere that surrounds him. His chart ruler would be Gemini mercury in the 10th house. I also know of a Virgo rising with Gemini mercury in the 10th and they have the exact same raspy and alluring voice Hanbin does. With his sun and mercury in his 10th, his personality and sociability is his selling point as an idol. He still reminds me so much of someone with a prominent 7th house, which adds up as his Pisces moon would fall into it. He cares a lot for the people around him and finds comfort in others. His Sagittarius Mars in the 4th house makes for a gentle but powerful mars energy nonetheless. He's driven to take care of his home and the people he cares most about. Very protective like a Mars 4th houser!

Zhanghao: Leo rising. But hear me out! I know I've heard many agree upon this rising sign, especially when we look at the fact that Hao has garnered popularity way before he even became an idol, as people were drawn in by his Flashy Leo Ways. He's extremely expressive, bright, and naturally shines under the attention of others. However, I think his Leo Sun chart ruler falls in his 12th house, along with his Cancer Mars and Mercury. He's quite introverted, known for being relatively quiet in comparison to the other members. He is creative, whimsical and has this serious 12th house charm I think is so obvious! People with Sun in the 12th house look like fairies to me. Pointy or jutted ears, watery eyes, soft skin complexion, etc. all of which I see in Hao. I also think his Mercury and Mars in the 12th make sense, since the way he speaks or goes about things can be unpredictable, as he is the type of person to go with his feelings and intuition. Also, I believe his Leo Venus would fall in the 1st house, again highlighting the fact that he attracts people with just his visuals alone!

Matthew: Sagittarius rising. HIs smile, his laugh, his energy that can be so big it fills a room. In Matthew's case though, I think his Pluto would fall within his 1st house. He can have quite the resting face and come off a bit unapproachable. I know he's said before that he even removed a piercing because he didn't want to appear intimidating. I think he's aware of the issues his image can cause and because of this, tries to control the way he's perceived (on brand for Pluto themes.) With that rising, his chart ruler would be Cancer Jupiter in the 7th or 8th. If it fell in the 7th, his Capricorn Moon would move to his 1st (I cannot imagine that.) If his Cancer Jupiter fell in the 8th well. I'm not sure How much I can speak on it especially since 8th house energy isn't always visible. I'm not so confident with this one. Other rising sign possibilities: Scorpio, with Cancer mars in the 8th. Or Libra rising with Cancer venus in the 9th and Gemini Saturn, Sun and Mercury in the 8th. The reason I'm so stuck on this 8th house influence is because I think he has pretty heavy Scorpio/Pluto/8th house energy in his chart and I just haven't figured out where this manifests. For someone with a sun mercury conjunction at 3 degrees in the ruling sign of Gemini, I think he's tends to be a little more reserved than I'd imagine someone with these planets be. It could be the 8th house that keeps him a little more reserved about what he chooses to say and share about himself. Also I do know that 8th/Scorpio people are the ones who like to share miscellaneous information about themselves but never the momentous or critical parts.

Taerae: Cancer rising... Contrary to the popular belief that he's a sag rising (I'm exaggerating) I actually find that his chart makes more sense to me as a Cancer rising. First of all he'd have a first house stellium housing his Sun [in conjunction with his] Jupiter, Mercury and Mars. One of the processes I go through when rectifying charts is deciding what their luminary of sect is (sun or moon). Because Taerae with a Sagittarius rising would make him a day chart with Mars out of sect, I assumed that's why it was so obvious to see his Leo Mars. However I now figure it's because it would land in his first house that expressing his Leo Mars is not something he's afraid of. Taerae puts on a confident front, he has this big, expressive energy that his Sun and Jupiter naturally allow him to show. He's known for his huge smile and positive aura, all traits that Jupiter in the first manifests as, and is very well spoken and doesn't have a hard time speaking what he feels, even with a Cancer Mercury. Another reason this makes sense to me is his chart ruler! Virgo moon in the third house! Whenever he'd talk about being a T (for MBTI) I kept wondering how that could manifest in his chart as a Sagittarius rising with a Cancer jupiter, but it makes more sense for him to be a T with his Virgo Moon ruler in the third. A mercurial sign in a mercurial house. He doesn't feel things... he analyzes them, Lol. But it is in conjunction with his Venus (benefic of sect). Which helps dial down a little bit of that awkwardness with his moon as he also has a natural charm that helps him get along with others and be so social and attractive. His Midheaven would be in Pisces, ruled by his Cancer Jupiter in the first. His identity is connected to his career as an idol and he presents himself as an aloof, creative person who can generally be more sensitive online as Pisces pick up on what others say and feel and tend to soak it all up.

Ricky: I've gone through the 5 stages of grief every time I've thought I figured out his rising sign but end up changing it for something "better". Initially I settled with the idea of Ricky being a Capricorn rising. Structured face, dresses formally, never shows his smile to people he's just met, hard to get to open up. He grew up in business which also makes sense with a Cancer Saturn ruler. Home/family life could've been blurred between his family's business life. Then I started to think about how much he reminded me of a Taurus. Which should be obvious, as he has his Sun and Mercury in the sign. But this energy was so intense. It was akin to my sibling's Taurus Sun and Mercury in the 2nd house energy and once the thought came to me it never left. He sounds like a Taurus Mercury in the 2nd. He's got this deep, slow, and steady voice. (but can also lose it in a second if prompted- with his Mercury squaring Uranus at 1 degree, haha). He's known by the members as the one who gets ready in the morning the slowest and also said himself that he moves at 0.5x speed. He is big on comfort and luxury. And is honest to a fault. If his Sun and Mercury landed in his second, then he would end up being either a Pisces rising or Aries rising. And the reason I lean towards Aries rising... uhhmmmm... is because he looks good in red hair *runs away really really fast*

Gyuvin: Cancer rising or Gemini rising. I can't decide... *head in hands*. It's less about the features of these rising signs that made me decide on them, but more on the houses his planets fall into. The most important factor to this is his Pisces Moon. In the First Degree. To me, I see his Moon falling into the 9th house. Other people I know with Moon in the 9th house have either grown up around a culture or in a lifestyle different from the norm, or grew up feeling drawn to wanting to know other cultures, countries, and languages. Gyuvin's really good at picking up languages and always has this way of getting along with people no matter who they are or where they're from. His Virgo stellium and Leo mercury would also fall into the 3rd house. Which is Sooo prominent in my eyes. He's playful, youthful, makes quick quips and jokes, a prankster at heart and is always jumping around and needing to move. He's got so much mercurial energy I cannot even imagine how hard and fast his mind works. (Also this has nothing to do with guessing his rising sign but it's so obvious that his moon opposes his mercury because he's always battling whether he wants to be funny and be proactive for jokes (Leo mercury) or be nice to them and treat them gently (Pisces moon). The internal struggle is endearing to watch...) I can't really decide whether I think it's his moon that I see more or his mercury though. So I'm settling for Not Knowing as of now...

Gunwook: My initial thought when I saw him was "Holy mother of Capricorn," and then, "Oh, I see some fire energy too." I think that with a chart like Gunwook's, the house that his planets fall into are very important to figuring out his rising sign. And I think his Capricorn stellium has fire influence! Which plays out in two ways for me: Leo rising with Capricorn Sun chart ruler in the 5th house along with 5th house stellium and Sagittarius Mars in the 4th. With 5th house influence, he is sociable, childish (in a good Leo Way), cares for his friends, loves to be on stage and preform, and doesn't mind being the center of attention. Or Taurus rising with Capricorn venus in the 9th and 9th house stellium with Sagittarius mars in the 8th. With 9th house stellium I would see this manifesting as his Very Tall Height and Hand Length, his love for learning, discovering the world, and being so adorably philosophical for a 19 year old haha. Both house stelliums makes sense to me so at the end of the day I guess it's just deciding whether or not he seems Sun or Venus ruled!

Yujin: Aries rising. His Aquarius Mars chart ruler is so obvious to me!! He's chill until he isn't, always doing something random and unpredictable, and has those iconic Aquarian Boba eyes that are so round, dark and shiny! Aquarian ruled people I notice also have slim faces and a sharp prominent chin. I also want to highlight his Pisces sun and mercury because those landing in the 12th house also really check out for him. He's very aloof, and depending on the day can either be the chattiest one in a room (maybe not with jebes though cause he's got serious competition lol) or the quietest one there. It can be hard for him to express himself through words, and people can tend to misunderstand him or take what he says the wrong way. He's also always sleepy or looks like it... hehe... very Piscean 12th house of him.

#zerobaseone #zb1 #astrology #i really am not a professional #but i do want someone to nerd out with me about kpop and astrology junk #kpop astrology #jebewon

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