#look not everyone has to like him but this person was saying hes the 6th worst character (BEHIND LIL PETEY AND MOLLY..)
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Hiii just wondering if you could please translate this interview Maria gave about Franco? https://youtu.be/AqMKHpuQHLw?si=l9pbKdUVwM52dMuY
Sure, here it is! I skipped a few less interesting parts. For those who don't know, María is one of his 2 managers.
About the 2025 rumors: "All those rumors circulating about Franco signing for a seat are 100% not true. There isn't anything signed. I don't know if you've seen Jamie's [Franco's second manager] tweet saying 'Thanks for the info [about Franco confirmed at Red Bull] how strange, you found out before I did!'. For now Franco is a Williams driver, we have 3 races left with them and at the moment we're in Williams. James himself said he's negotiating with other teams, it's a discussion between teams that I can't say much because I don't know. There is a wish for Franco to stay in F1 in 2025, from so many people: his fans, us, the F1 itself would love for him to continue, Williams themselves are pushing to make it possible. If that wish becomes a reality we'll announce it when it happens for sure. For now, there is not any signed contract."
"I admire Franco so much. The way he's been dealing with the pressure and exigency of F1 is admirable. I was sure it was going to be like this, but he's still 21 years old, working with the mindset of a much older person. The physical and emotional effort he's putting in is impressive."
About how they take much more care of Franco now: "In F1, the only difference is that the exposure is many times higher. Now Jamie and I pay much more attention to the way this is affecting him, how he deals with this exposure and everything that's been happening to him. In that sense, the good and bad things have intensified a lot. So we are keeping an eye on him almost every second, both on and off the track."
About Franco meeting fans and signing their stuff even after Sunday's race: "That's just his nature. We spent the entire weekend hearing crazy stories of people who traveled to Brazil from Argentina by motorbike, people who didn't even have a ticket for the race, people getting wet in the rain. And he was incredibly moved, he felt that very intensively, saying 'what a wonderful thing is happening to me, look at all those people!'. From the paddock we all could constantly hear their chants, songs and screams, and everyone else was like 'what is going on?! what is this?!'. That is super positive for Franco, he couldn't stop coming out, he just wanted to go out and greet them. Obviously by the look of his face, his mood, he wasn't very excited at that moment, but he didn't want to stop giving back just a little bit of their constant support. He's still the same person [as before F1]. After the race he went out with that [sad] face, because he thought 'all those poor people, coming all the way to Brazil and look at what happened'. He felt like he had to do it for them, saying it's for all these people that he has to do well."
"We would've loved to be at the banderazo. Picture this: before leaving we even had to buy an extra suitcase just for all the gifts Franco received this weekend. It's been incredible."
About the impact of Franco's fans on F1: "I don't know if you've seen it, but now the Instagram account of F1 has been posting in Spanish (targeted to hispanic countries). I don't remember the F1 ever making such an amount of posts in Spanish before. This means that the F1 is embracing with gratefulness this community, these new argentinian fans and everyone Franco's bringing in."
About Brazil GP: "It was tough, it started tough and it ended tough. Considering it was an unknown track for him, his first time there, the tricky rain conditions we had, if I go back to all the sessions I think Franco was quite fast, even though he couldn't try the inters until the race because of his crash in quali. So I'm happy with the work he's done, considering he's a rookie, it was his 6th race, the wet unknown track, he did a good job. At the end there was too much water, in the straight there were two big rivers. Unfortunately he aquaplaned in one of them and lost the car, there was nothing else he could do. It can happen to you, like it happened to him and many others, or it can't. So it happened, the conditions weren't good and there isn't anything to throw in his face by my part."
About his relationship with his race engineer and their radio in Brazil: "It's always like this, maybe Franco has an opinion and Gaëtan has another, sometimes they agree but the most important part is that they win and lose together. Franco and Gaëtan will win and lose together, in the good and bad times. We'll never know what would've happened if they had listened to Franco [about him repeatedly asking for wet tyres before his crash]. The point is that him and Franco have a great connection, he trusts a lot in his criteria and this hasn't changed at all. They're always together in the simulator, now going for Vegas and thinking about the future."
About Franco feeling bad for the mechanics after his crash: "He wanted to be there helping in any way he could. I don't know what other drivers do but Franco is very affectionate with all the members of his team and greets them every morning, says goodbye to everyone every night, he has a special connection with them. His biggest worry was the effort they had to put to fix his car so he was constantly coming in and out of the garage, asking if he could help with anything, supporting them and thanking them."
About his relationship with Alex and the overall climate in Williams: "The best thing is that it's like a small family. It's our first F1 team so we can't really compare, but it feels good to work there, it doesn't feel like you're in F1 and feels like we're still in MP [F2]. Everyone is lovely and it's a pretty family-like climate."
#she did another interview that was practically the same but also mentioned franco's been working very closely with his therapist gustavo#which is really good to hear#them having to buy an extra suitcase to fit all his gifts <3 what he deserves#sorry for any grammar mistake i'm kinda tired lol#franco colapinto#fc43#f1#williams racing#brazil gp 2024#maría catarineu
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the DogMan wiki forums SUCK today!! i have to keep defending Big Jim against this evil Big Jim hater i feel so sad
#matt rambles#dogman#dav pilkey#dog man#look not everyone has to like him but this person was saying hes the 6th worst character (BEHIND LIL PETEY AND MOLLY..)#and i cannot just let that slide.#and the thing is that list they made included Grampa (for some reason he was a place above Molly) but Piggy was never mentioned. like never#like hello?? you placed someone who abandoned his wife and son ABOVE A LITERAL BABY TADPOLE????#i cant with these forums ok guys i feel threatened everytime i look in there i just cant anymore/
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Wrong Decade- Sirius Black.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Summary: During their school days Sirius wasn't into Y/N, when he realizes he was wrong he was too late. A 10-year reunion might change the past
Warnings: mentions of rejection and divorce (4.3k words), I’m sorry it’s in third person (she/her pronouns used)
Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!
Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3
"Does this outfit look okay?" Y/N asked her friend as she checked herself out in the mirror
A taller brunette sitting on her bed looked up from her book. She put her book down walking up to the mirror "You look great, I promise. Don't worry, I know he'll say yes" her friend assured her.
"What if he doesn't?" Y/N questioned nervously, her heart had been racing all morning. Today she was going to ask out Sirius Black, they aren't the closest friends but they talk a few times a week. She's had the biggest crush on him since they first met first year in defense against the dark arts.
"Then it's his loss, dear." She said as she fixed the collar of Y/n's shirt. "Now c'mon, Mcgonagall will kill us if we're late again." Y/N grabbed her bag and headed out the door behind her friend.
She had put off doing this for so long because she was scared he wouldn't like her back. Sirius was notorious for only dating the most popular girls in school. Y/N wasn't popular but she was known around school. She didn't come from money and she didn't like how people were treated differently because of their social status. She tried her best to treat everyone the same way no matter what.
6th year is almost over and she can't keep waiting for him to say something. She has to get over her fears and go for it, she won't let the fear control her anymore.
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She had been waiting all day for this moment, she and Sirius only shared one class. Potions, the last class of the day. She had been on edge all-day hundreds of scenarios playing in her head, everything that could go wrong. Pushing all those nerves down, she walked into the classroom. A few students were scattered around the class, she tried to get there as early as she could. Much to her surprise, the Marauders were already in the classroom.
They were normally some of the last people to show up, She wasn't sure why they were there so early. She walked over to her table and sat her bag down. She hesitated walking over to him, everything in her said don't do it. She argued with the voice in her head, she had to do it now or it would never happen.
She took a deep breath before heading toward their table, keeping her head high as she was afraid if she looked down she would trip. The four boys were in a conversation it must've not been that important because once she arrived at the table all their attention was on her. It was nerve-racking but she kept a smile on her face trying to act as natural as possible.
"Hey Y/N/N, how are you today?" Remus asked
"I'm doing just fine, thanks" she smiled at the boy, she really wanted to get this over with
"Sirius?" She asked
"Yes?" The longer-haired boy looked up from the paper he was doodling on, a small smile played across his lips.
Oh my, he's beautiful she thought to herself, shaking that thought from her head she continued the conversation
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" her voice steady
"Um sure, love" he hesitated at first, he stood from his stool and followed her to a more quiet part of the class
The remaining boys gave each other questioning looks. Anytime Sirius ever spoke to Y/N the other boys were around so it was odd for them to be on their own.
The two stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity, just looking at each other. Y/N's mind had gone blank, she didn't think she'd get this far.
"Did you need something?" Sirius asked pulling her out of her trance
"Huh? OH, yeah" She fidgeted with her ring as she prepared herself for what she was about to say. "I was wondering, would you like to go out this weekend... like a date" she made it through without stuttering, an awkward smile on her face poorly masking her nerves
Sirius' eyes slightly widened, he didn't expect Y/N to be this straightforward.
Y/N's heart was racing in her ears as she waited for his response. Her smile faded quickly as he spoke
"Y/N I'm sorry, but we're just friends. I hope I didn't lead you to believe differently. I'm sorry" he said with a pitied look
Her heart broke, the worst thing that could happen just happened. She had to get out of this situation fast.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I get it, sorry to bother you." She walked off before he could speak again
James noticed her change in body language as she went back to her table. Sirius rejoined the boys and didn't say anything about what happened, he just went back to scribbling on his paper.
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Later that night at dinner, the boys were in their usual seats eating while talking about random topics. James looked around the room and noticed Y/N wasn't in her usual spot. He took this opportunity to ask his friend what happened earlier
"Mate" he nudged Sirius with his shoulder getting his attention
"hm?" he responded as he had food in his mouth
"What happened today with Y/N?" he asked casually
He swallowed before speaking "She asked me out" he said nonchalantly
This caused the others to freeze in place, they looked around at each other seeing who will speak first.
"What did you tell her?" Peter spoke up
"I said no"
"WHAT?" the three said in unison
"What? She's not my type" Sirius explained
"Sirius, are you joking? That girl has been in love with you for ages, we all know you're perfect for each other" James looked at his friend like he was crazy
"No, she hasn't. I just don't think we'd be a good fit together, she's not really what I go for" He didn't want to hurt her feelings but he just didn't think she met what he wanted. Honestly, he didn't know what he wanted. He knew he was an attractive person and he knew that girls were attracted to him. As much as he hated sticking to the status quo, he seemed to always go for the girls who fit the beauty standard.
"Not your type? what, pretty and stupid?" Remus scoffed
"Hey I'm not saying Y/N's not pretty it's just, I don't think what people will think about me if we were together" he defended himself
"Aright, it's your life" James concluded before they went back to their original conversation
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June 30th, 1978
The last day of school, 7th year.
Y/N was packing her trunk for the last time before she left Hogwarts, as much as she loved the place she was excited to start her future. The last year had been fairly normal, she had taken the year to get over Sirius. She thought she was silly for even entertaining the idea that they could ever be together. She knew how he was and just ignored it. It kinda helped that he hadn't spoken to her since the previous year.
She knew it was for the best, if she didn't worry about some dumb boy she could focus on who she was going to be in life. She planned on going to a muggle university as her mother did and study law.
She gave one last look at her dorm, where she spent the last seven years of her life. She casted a spell to have her trunk follow behind her as she left her room for the last time. Walking out of her common room passing all the other students who were saying goodbyes and excited for summer.
She walked down the grand staircase, dropping her trunk off with the others before heading to the train platform. She found a group of her close friends amongst the sea of students who are waiting to get on the Hogwarts express. They walked onto the train that was filled with kids who were excited to go home, finding the compartment they'd sat in for years as they talked about what they wanted to do over the summer.
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The train ride went faster than she had hoped, she didn't when she would see her friends again. Getting off the train she saw kids reunite with their families, hugs, and smiles could be seen all over the platform. Y/N's parents always waited for her in the muggle part of the station, they didn't like running into people from their school days.
She gathers all her belongings and says her last goodbyes to her friends before heading to the portal. Pushing her trolly through the crowd, careful not to hit anyone's ankle she focused on making it off of the platform. She could see the red sign was a few feet away when a hang gently grasped her shoulder. She stopped in her tracks and turned to see who it was
"Y/N, I've been calling you," The boy said with a small smile, it was Sirius
"Sorry, I didn't hear you" She apologized, the situation was a little tense. They only spoke a few times since that day in potions class
"I wanted to talk to you before we left school but I couldn't find you" he started, Y/N didn't respond allowing him to continue. "I was thinking maybe you and I could hang out this summer, I don't know maybe go on a date or something," he said as nervously rubbed the back of his neck
Y/N couldn't help but give him a confused look, she had no idea why he was asking this now. "What? Where did all of this come from?" She asked moving her cart to the side to get out of people's way. He followed closely behind her as he continued the conversation
"I've been thinking about it all year, I was wrong to tell you that I didn't want to go out. Honestly, I wasn't thinking clearly, I'm sorry" He didn't want to go into too much detail on how much he'd actually been thinking about her.
He thought about her every day since she asked him out. He always thought she was cool, she was funny and kind and smart and she was always there for her friends he had only thought of her as a friend. Most of his relationships didn't last longer than three months so he never thought about what he'd want in a long-time partner.
Over the course of his 7th year, he thought about it more and when he did, the more Y/N checked off the boxes. His friends were right, she was perfect for him. He didn't realize that until recently and he was afraid he was too late but he had to ask anyway.
Y/N didn't know what to think, she had spent so long trying to get over him, and all of a sudden he was interested in her. She was quite irritated, why would he think she would be available for him whenever he wanted. She wasn't going to let that happen.
"Sirius, I honestly don't know what to say but I think it's best we don't see each other." She said calmly
"Why not?" It wasn't rare for him to hear 'no', it stung more coming from her mouth.
"I've spent so much time getting over you and you show up out of the blue with this offer. I'm sorry Sirius but it's not going to happen" she needed to get out of there as fast as possible, if she stayed another minute she was afraid she'd change her mind. She began pushing her cart back toward the entrance, before she got too far she turned around watching his face as he processed what happened. "Have a nice summer, Sirius"
She turned back around moving forward, he watched her get lost in the crowd.
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Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry cordially invites you to the Class of 78's 10-year reunion! The Hogwarts Express leaves at 11 am, 1 July
The letter in Sirius' hands was slightly crumbled as had just dug it out of the bin. He received it last week and didn't know if he should go or not, he wasn't in the mood to interact with his old classmates. The last ten years have been rocky for Sirius. After leaving school, he traveled the world because it was something he always wanted to do. While he was in Germany he met a muggle woman and he fell for her quickly.
He had never been happier, their relationship moved very fast they were married within six months. It was going great for a while, he was still traveling but she wanted more. She asked him multiple times to move to Germany with her and start a family. It took a while for him to agree to this. A year into the marriage he moved to Germany to settle down, he got a job and was happy.
Over the course of the next five years, his marriage started to deteriorate, for some reason he and his wife couldn't have a child and she started to resent him for that. He tried everything he could to make her happy, he turned into a completely different person and it still wasn't enough. Finally, when he was tired of being in a loveless marriage he left and moved back to London.
His divorce was finalized four months ago, he's doing better now. He's happy to be home and close to his mates, James had gotten Lily to agree to marry him and they have a young boy. Remus finally got the chance to become a teacher like he always wanted, and peter is living a happy quiet life in the country.
Things were finally good.
He still didn't want to go to this reunion, having everyone ask what he had been up to for the past ten years wasn't his favorite conversation. But after a lot of convincing from James, he gave in.
He had a small carry-on in his hand as he walked out of his small flat and set off to King Cross where he would meet his friends. He just wanted to get this weekend over with.
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When Y/N arrived at Kings Cross, she was excited to go back in time. She hadn't thought much about her years at the school since she left. She did exactly what she planned, she went to school and became a lawyer. A damn good one at that, she hasn't lost a case since she started her own firm. She was doing pretty good for herself.
She wasn't married, she had been single for a few years because of how busy her schedule was. None of her partners understood why she couldn't always be around. This caused a lot of distance in her relationships so she figured it was best just to ride solo for a while.
She had recently reconnected with her friend group from school, and they all talked about their lives. Some of them had kids and were married, Y/N felt a little sad that she couldn't brag about an amazing husband. She had always wondered what it would be like if she had settled down after school like everyone else, but she remembers how happy she has made herself. Maybe one day she'll find "the one".
Right now she and three of her old friends are sitting in the same compartment they did all those years ago. Slightly gossiping about everyone they've seen so far, everyone has changed so much. She was nervous about going, Hogwarts brings back so many memories all the good and the bad.
She forgot how long that train ride was, she found herself growing tired just a few hours in. She decided to take a nap so she would be refreshed when they got there.
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When they finally arrived, everyone was eager to get off the train. Y/N had woken up an hour prior to arriving so she was ready to go. She stood from the bench seat and walked out of the compartment, her friends following close behind. Y/N followed the crowd off of the train, on the platform stood a very tall man, it felt just it did on her very first day at school.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts Class of '78, we have all missed you very much! Please make your way down to the boats." Hagrid's deep voice rang out
The now adults made their way down to the lake the same way they did when they were 11. Groups of four climbed into the boats and magically floated their way done the lake. The scene was just as beautiful as Y/N remembered.
Once everyone was off the boats everyone knew where to go, it was like muscle memory. Nothing about the castle had changed, it was beautifully lit up by torches along the corridors. The walls had been decorated with magical pictures of all of the students throughout their time at Hogwarts.
It made Y/N feel like she was a teenager again when all she had to worry about was turning in an assignment on time. Staying amongst her friend group they walked into the great hall which was always breathtaking. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky, lit candles floated in the air lighting up the room. The floor was decorated similar to when they would have a dance, all the long tables were gone and replaced with smaller round ones decorated with soft table cloths.
There were snack tables on both sides of the room, everyone scattered around looking at all the nostalgic decorations. Y/N's friends had already found a table and sat down, when she arrived at the table her friends were whispering. Gossip.
"What are you guys talking about?" she asked taking a seat at the table
"Look over there, dear. Isn't that Sirius Black?" One of them said while pointing to a table across the room
Sirius Black. That was a name Y/N hadn't heard in years. She slowly turned her head so it wasn't obvious they were talking about him. When she finally found him, his eyes were already on her. This made her look away quickly, a wave of adrenaline washed over her. She hadn't felt that since the last day she saw him.
All of her memories of him came flooding in all at once, all the laughs and test answers they shared. The most prominent memory was him rejecting her. It didn't hurt as bad as it did back then, of course, it sucks to be rejected but she got over it. She realized how juvenile it was to think about what could've been but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they ever were together.
She shook the thoughts from her head, no, tonight we're in the moment. She thought to herself, she was going to enjoy herself this weekend.
A loud familiar voice filled the great hall causing everyone to look at the front of the room. Dumbledore stood at his podium as he always did when he gave a speech.
"Good evening class of '78, it's so wonderful to see all your faces again! Even though you're all grown up now, to me I still know you as the young kids running around the castle. Please enjoy yourself tonight, catch up enjoy the refreshments and live music. I shall be walking around to hear all of your adventures beyond this campus."
As soon as he stopped speaking a band started playing all the wizard music hits from their time at Hogwarts.
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On the other side of the room, Sirius black is sitting at a table with his best mates. James hadn't shut up about how much he missed the school, Sirius tried his best to match his enthusiasm but he couldn't. Since he got there, he heard at least four different people talking about his divorce.
He noticed Y/N the second she walked in the door, she was absolutely beautiful. He always knew she was beautiful but seeing her in this place was like a breath of fresh air. He had to talk to her tonight, he had to know what she'd been doing all those years.
As the night progressed, Sirius kept finding himself stealing glances with Y/N. He watched her dance with her friends, he saw her talking to old teachers, he didn't know what happened to all the confidence he once had because he couldn't go up to her.
James had noticed his behavior, no matter what Sirius said he knew he never got over her.
"Sirius mate, just go talk to her," he said pulling his friend out of his thoughts "She probably forgot about everything that happened, go say hello"
"I don't know" Sirius sighed "What if she's married?"
"She's not" Lily, James' wife chimed in
"How do you know?" Sirius challenged
"Because I talked to her, now stop moping and go" the redhead demanded
"James, you're wife is very mean" he said as he stood from the table
"I know" James smiled kissing her on the cheek
Y/N was sitting at her table hydrating after dancing, her back was turned away from the crowd so she didn't see Sirius come up to her.
He tapped her shoulder causing her to lightly jump, when she turned around she was met with an older version of the boy she once knew.
"Hi" He greeted with a large smile
"Sirius, how are you?" she matched his grin
"I'm good, do you mind if I sit?" he asked pointing to the empty chair next to her
"Sure, go ahead"
Sirius sat down on the white chair, he didn't say anything for a few seconds before picking up the conversation
"So what've you been up to? It's been ages since I last saw you"
"Nothing much really, once I left school I went to law school now I have my own law firm," she said with no excitement because it was the twenty-something time she said it tonight.
"A lawyer? Wow, that's amazing!" He was so glad she was doing well in life, better than he was.
"It's not that great, it's a lot of work" she laughed "What about you? What've you been doing the last 10 years?"
He paused, he didn't want to lie and say it was great but he didn't want to ruin the moment. "It's been quite interesting actually" he nervously played with his fingers "I traveled for a while after graduating, then I got married and moved to Germany"
Married, great. She thought
"You live in Germany? That's so cool" she replied
"No no, not anymore" he laughed "I moved back to London when my wife and I spilt" he explained
"Oh" Y/N let slip "I'm sorry, I hope you're doing alright" she offered
"I am, thanks. I'm actually pretty happy right now" he smiled
For the next hour or so they talked about everything they could. It felt like they never lost that time, they felt as if they were still those friends in school. Somewhere through the hour, they migrated to the dance floor. They were a respectable amount of distance apart, Sirius' hands were on her waist, her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. they continued their conversation as they danced
"Y/N, can I be honest with you?" Sirius asked randomly
"Go for it" she said as she swayed to the music
"I honestly don't know why I ever let you go"
She stopped dancing, she scanned his face for any sign that he was lying
"Sirius that was years ago, it's okay" she laughed lightly
"I know I know, I just wish I had gone on that date with you" he smirked
Y/N thought for a minute, maybe this was her chance to see what could've been
"Well, you can always go on a date with me now"
"Really?" he was taken aback that she would say that
"Yeah, why not? You can finally see what you had missed out on all those years ago" she teased
"Let's go then" he said grabbing her hand and running out of the great hall
They went through all the corridors and all the unlocked classrooms reminiscing on their days at the school. At the end of their self-guided tour, they ended up at the top of the astronomy tower.
"This place always had the best view" Y/N said as she stood next to Sirius at the railing looking out at the night sky
"Yeah, it does" Sirius agreed, but he wasn't talking about the stars. He moved slightly closer to her, close enough to where their arms touched. "I'm glad I got to see you again" he said softly
"I am too," she said looking into his eyes
"Maybe when we go home, I can take you on a proper date" Sirius suggested
"I'd like that" Y/N smiled softly, she couldn't help but flicker her eyes down to his lips.
He noticed. He leaned in closer, their noses softly brushed against each other. Right as their lips were about to connect, a loud cough could be heard causing the two to pull away.
"Mr. Black, Ms. L/N it's past curfew" Dumbledore started "Please see your way back to your dorms"
"Yes professor" They said, sounding like children who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. They both hurried their way down the large staircase, a little out of breath but they were out of Dumbledore's view.
"Now, where were we?" Sirius asked as he gripped Y/N's waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
#sirius black x reader#sirius black x y/n#sirius black fluff#sirius black x you#sirius black angst#sirius black#sirius black fanfiction#marauders x reader#marauders fanfiction#harry potter
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hiiii! if you're stil writing can you please write one where matt sturn and reader are just so in love and he cant stop telling people about her?
The Interview Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot
Matt was onto his 6th interview of the day. He set up his laptop at the kitchen table and you’d been sitting across from him all morning waiting for him to be done.
“Hi Matt,” you heard the interviewer say. He was less nervous now that he’d had some practice.
They asked the same old generic questions like, how his brothers were, how he came up with the idea for this project, and what inspired it. But, out of left field, they asked about you.
You saw Matt squirm in his seat across the table. “I hope that doesn’t cross a line,” she said sweetly.
“No,” he said, shaking his head a little too aggressively to be casual.
He looked at you and you glared right back. You hadn’t had this conversation in a while. You hadn’t spoken about keeping your relationship offline in the beginning but, it had been 2 years and things were different. Everyone knew and they reacted terribly but, the dust had settled since then.
You saw the look in his eyes. He was asking permission and you gave it to him with a shrug.
He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed; he looked happy.
“Y/n is great, actually,” he said with a smile.
“I know you don’t talk about her often but, I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about how you both met?”
“Oh,” he said, “Well, she’s a good friend of Madison and we were all hanging out there a lot and, it just happened. She’s great. She’s perfect. She feels more like my home than any house ever did.”
You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. It wasn’t often that you got to hear how Matt talked about you to other people. Sure, your friends told you that he gloats about you any chance he got but, you never heard it from him.
The next interviewer asked what made Matt fall in love with you and he explained, “Y/n is beautiful. Even more so on the inside if that’s possible. But, it wasn’t any one thing that made me fall in love with her. It was the love she has for her family, it was the way her smile lights up a room, it’s the kindness she shows to strangers, it’s the way that she can get through to me when no one else can. She’s the first person I reach for in the morning, she’s the first person I want to call with news good or bad, she’s my best friend and she is my favourite person in the world.”
His eyes were so intense on you that you thought he could read all of your thoughts. It was often like that. He was so attuned to you, so perceptive to your needs, so receptive to your feelings. Matt was, in so many ways, perfect. You could not have dreamed him up.
The final interviewer asked the same age-old questions. You mocked him behind the screen and Matt did his best not to laugh. He was tired, you could tell. As the interview came to an end, the interviewer asked one final question.
“You’ve gotten into writing a lot, I’ve seen a few passages that you shared on Instagram. What inspires you the most?”
Without hesitation, Matt said, “Y/n. She inspires everything that I do. I read a quote once that said, ‘If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.’ I like to think that if I write about all the people and the things that I love, I can never really lose them, you know? Even if y/n chose to leave me, I’d always have a piece of her with me”
There was silence on the other end. You started to think they lost connection.
“I think there’s a lot of people out there who
“I’ve fucked up a lot of relationships but, I think it all needed to happen so that I can be the person I am now for y/n. You need to be open and receptive and believe that you deserve to find happiness with another person. Y/n is a much better person than I am but, no one will ever love her as much as I do. And I do. And I show her every day and I will for the rest of my life.”
Matt shut the laptop when the interview wrapped and pushed his chair back from the table. You walked around and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His arms snaked around your waist as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck.
“I’ve never heard you talk about me before,” you said.
“I feel sorry for people. You’re all I ever talk about,” he replied with a smile.
Matt loved you. You knew that with every fibre of your being but, today showed you just how much.
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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 - 𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗕𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗧
► ACT ONE: rascal does not dream of purple hat guy
─ episode one: the famous actor "scaramouche"
previous episode, masterlist, next episode
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You, a teenager with [hair color] and [eye color], stares up at the ceiling of the small room.
"Hey, do you want a kiss?" His voice echoed beside you causing you to turn to him
'I know it wasn't a serious offer. He was clearly messing with me.'
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'Wait, who is he?'
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You yawned stretching your arms as you opened the curtains of your window. When you went over to leave your bedroom, you noticed a notebook laying there open in your desk.
You look at it confused but picked it up to read the contents inside:
“What is written hereafter is truly something unbelievable, but everything is the truth, so make sure to read until the very end. You have to."
"What the hell is this?" You muttered, but reluctantly read more.
"May 6th. I met a wild hat guy, ___________ ______."
You titled your head. 'Huh? It's blank?'
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MAY 6TH, 2014
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You browsed through the novel section, glancing at each cover before moving onto the next ones. You knelt down and grabbed a book from the bottom of the bookshelves.
You normally didn't visit the local library, not intentionally but whenever you do see it sometimes when you are out, you take the time to check what do they have in store today.
But after getting a bunch of learning books for kids, you decided to check the usual aisles of genres you normally read.
However, as you flipped through the pages of the book you picked, you suddenly perked up at the sight of something totally strange that walked past you.
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A boy with indigo hair that seems one year older than you walk around with such exquisite yet strange clothing. It was mostly black with red, purple, and gold accessories and accents that helped make him stand out. It definitely didn't look like something an ordinary person would wear, as of today. You didn't know much but it seems like clothing back in old history.
You can't help but find him attractive but what caught your attention was his hat that was more noticeable since it was something people wouldn't usually see them wear. It reminded you of some of the hats you usually see, but you haven't really seen someone wearing it.
You were baffled when that guy with such a nonchalant and calm expression just went around looking like this especially in a library, but what confused you was that nobody seemed to take notice of him.
He seemed to be going around, waving to some at people's faces and even sitting at some working tables and yet no one seemed to see him.
"What the hell?" You muttered. You, who was still in an aisle, walked slightly towards him while rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren't imagining, and he was still there. It confused you even more and questioned how everyone but you were not seeing him.
You snapped out of your own thoughts when your eyes met. He didn't seem to react at first as he made his way towards you and waved his hand in your face.
You stared at his soft hand before looking up and finally muttering. "Uhm, hello?"
He was still calm as ever, but you caught the slight surprise in his eyes. He backed up before saying. "You can still see me?"
You nodded, confused. He stared at you before suddenly walking away without a word.
'The hell?'
Before he could take himself out of the door, you followed him, saying. "Um, you’re Raiden-senpai, aren’t you?"
As he was talking to you earlier, you finally realized who he was. He has forever been the talk in the media so you immediately recognized him and his voice gave it away. But also-
The boy looked back at you. "If you’re calling me “senpai”, it means you go to Hoyoshin High School, right?"
"I'm [Name] [Last Name], a second year."
"I'm Scaramouche Raiden, a third year."
You nodded, muttering. "I know. You’re a celebrity."
"I’ll give you one warning." He said, looking into your eyes deeply. "Forget about what you saw today. Also, I better not hear a word that you saw me in this, and we will remain as strangers."
"If you understand, then say “yes”."
You just gave him a confused stare and that somewhat agitated him, making him let out a scoff but he didn't bother as he turned away and walked out of the library.
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'Interesting.' You shrugged before going back to browse.
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MAY 7TH, 2014
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Ever since your encounter with the said actor, you couldn't get your mind off of it. Hell, you'd say you couldn't even sleep normally because of it. You even relive that moment by having a dream of him back in the library.
He said to forget but there was no way you could.
You stirred awake as the slight ray of sunshine beamed through your opened window. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glance down to notice something adorable that made you smile.
You quietly went out of the bed before grabbing your blanket to tuck your sister in more. But she seemed to awake at the action, making her groan and look up to see you.
"Good morning, Qiqi." You smiled.
"Mm... Morning, [Name]..." She sat up, mimicking your actions of rubbing her eyes.
"You came back to my room last night?"
"I couldn't sleep that well... I came here to sleep better."
You laughed, patting her head. "Well, you are welcome anytime, okay, Qiqi?"
She smiled slightly, nodding.
"Come on, let's go make breakfast together." You helped her out of your bed, carrying her in your arms and walking out of your small bedroom.
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In Hoyoshin High School, everyone walked up to the campus all together whilst talking and catching up to each other. Even though it was completely packed every time, it's always been like this.
And you usually walk alongside with two of your friends since you normally see them often than most of your other friends who you later see in classes.
"Hey, Albedo?" You started as two of your friends' glance at you, especially the platinum blonde boy. "...If you were to see someone that dresses up like a prince or something magical, what would you do?"
"...Very interesting description, [Name]." He chuckled slightly, confused. "Although, I probably wouldn't do anything."
"Why not?"
"Maybe that person likes to dress up like that."
"They'd just be a psycho then."
"...How about you, Kaeya?" You said, glancing at your other friend.
The blue haired boy shrugged, grinning. "I guess I only just gawk at their outfit, y'know?"
"Hmm, yeah."
Just then, your eyes trailed over and noticed someone familiar, he was walking alone although he did receive glances and stares from the people walking beside him before they quickly went back to talking to their friends.
He was clutching his bag while keeping his head down
"...Hey, you guys see Raiden-senpai there, right?" You asked blankly.
"Mhm." Albedo nodded, glancing to who you were looking at.
"What do you guys know about him?"
Kaeya stared at the back of his head as he replied. "Well, he is a celebrity. But I heard he was on a hiatus."
"Why?"
"Dunno."
The platinum blonde boy glanced at you with a curious gaze. "Are you interested in Scaramouche, [Name]?"
The other friend smirked slightly. "I bet they moved on from y'know who, even though they have no chance."
You shrugged, nonchalantly. "I wasn't going to ask him out anyway, let alone be in love with him."
"Watch it, he might be your future boyfriend, y'know?"
"He's attractive but I doubt it."
Despite that, you look back onto his figure. Even though he's popular around the media, you barely see him with anyone, and he doesn't really interact a lot with your school so you can't tell what kind of person he is.
All you can know from him is that he dresses up fancy in libraries.
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"I heard from a senpai from my club that apparently Raiden didn’t come to school at the start of his first year." Albedo said, getting out his lunch.
You still ended up being a bit more curious than usual before and luckily you had two amazing friends to tell you more about this purple hat wearing guy and they are just here to report back to you as you three eat lunch.
You titled your head at the info. "Why?"
"Because of work. He declared that he was going on hiatus straight out of middle school, but he was locked into some prior titles, so he was apparently busy. He didn’t seriously go to school until after summer break."
"That's quite rough for him." Kaeya commented whilst eating.
"It is."
You hummed, glancing down before taking a bite out of your sandwich.
'Raiden-senpai, the celebrity who started school midway through the first year, is totally an outsider.'
'Once the class takes its shape, it doesn’t change easily. Others will talk behind your back if you stand out, calling out annoying or a show-off.'
'And once that happens, everyone knows that there’s no going back. That’s the kind of atmosphere a school has.'
'Nobody can approach Raiden-senpai to talk to him.'
'They don’t want to stand out or be isolated. That’s why Raiden-senpai is also reading the situation and pretending to act accordingly.'
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After school and saying quick goodbyes to your friends, you walk down the empty street before reaching the train station. You let out lots of yawns on the way because school was always tiring.
When you reached it to wait for the train, you then noticed him.
Scaramouche was also seemingly here for the train as well, waiting as he stood there with his eyes closed and earphones.
"That’s gotta be Scaramouche Raiden!"
"Huh?"
You glance to see two people, one already with their phone out as their friend stands beside them, their eyes looking behind the back of Scaramouche who still stayed like that calmly.
"See? That’s totally him! I’ll take a pic just in case." The one with the phone grinned while the other laughed in fascination.
They tried zooming in a bit more to get his face since they were facing behind his back. "Come on, look this way a bit more."
You acted quickly and calmly walked over to be in the phone's vision, blocking Scaramouche from it.
Their eyes widen, lowering their phone. "Oh… Huh? Wh-Who the hell are you?"
You stared at them blanky and spoke. "I’m a human. What are you, an ogling photographer?"
"Wha?! Why, you!" They were about to retaliate but their friend stopped them.
"Stop that. Let’s go." They said, tugging at their arm and the two walked away.
As soon as they left and you can barely see their figures, you silently went over beside Scaramouche.
He seems to take note of your presence as he removes his earphones, looking over at you. "Thanks."
"Huh?" Your eyes widen slightly, a bit taken back.
"What? Did you think I’d get mad and tell you to mind your own business?"
"Yes."
"I thought about it, but I’m holding it in."
"Then I wish you didn’t say that, either."
He sighed, looking up ahead. "I’m used to stuff like that."
"Even so, it wears you down inside, doesn’t it?" You mumbled, following his gaze.
"Not like I can do anything about it."
Then Scaramouche picks up his phone to see his manager calling, but he let it ring and not picking it up.
"Are you not going to answer that?" You asked curiously as the train finally arrives and stops in front of you both.
Scaramouche turned off his phone. "The train is here. Besides, I know what that woman wants."
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You'd never think you would sit next to a famous celebrity on your way to school, but you thought it was honestly fine since he was your upperclassmen. But the thought of sitting next to a celebrity did make you think in many different ways.
You slightly glance at him who had a nonchalant expression as he stared down at his phone. Even though this felt quite awkward, you'd thought his good looks made up for it.
"About that thing yesterday…" You started a topic as a conversation, but he quickly cut you off.
"I warned you to forget about it, didn’t I?"
"That outfit was too majestic to forget."
"Don't tell me you started to get erotic thoughts about me in that outfit."
"And if I was?"
He shrugged, glancing down at you. "Well, I'm totally fine with it."
You look up and meet his eyes. "Really?"
"Only if they are younger people."
"What if I was an old geezer?"
"Then die."
"Gladly."
Scaramouche scrolled something through his phone as he changed the topic. "Hey, [Last Name]."
"You remembered my name." You muttered with slight joy.
He ignored your comment as he continued. "I saw the rumors about you, something about a violent incident where you sent three classmates to the hospital."
"I’m honored that you’d take an interest in me."
"It’s really amazing, all this information about one individual being out in the open like this."
He opened and showed his phone out to you making you lean forward to read it yourself.
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1) [Name] [Last Name] - Sent 3 Classmates To The Hospital After A Violent Incident in Middle School. They moved outta Liyue - where'd they go?
2) What's this Hospitalization Incident?
3) So scary lolol
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You hummed, but didn't really react much. "I didn’t know it was written about to this extent, though."
He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t look it up yourself?"
"I don't have a smartphone." You said, leaning back on your seat.
Scaramouche stared at you, eyes widening slightly. "Really?"
You crossed your arms. "I used to, but I got frustrated and tossed it into the ocean."
He stared at you with slight bewilderment and a bit of annoyance. "At least throw trash in trash cans." He sighed, looking out of the train's window before speaking again.
"You don’t have any friends, do you?"
"I do. I have three, even."
He gazed back at you again. "Can you say “even” with just three?"
You shrugged. "They came to me first. I appreciate it, really. But if no one else wants to be my friend, then I don't mind at all."
"So, you basically don't socialize?"
"Not really. It's too much of a hassle. All I can do is really just make my friends my friends for the rest of my life."
"Well, good luck with that, I suppose." You then turned to him, your expression remaining blank but has a hint of curiousness. "So, what did you think about the hospitalization incident rumors?"
He hummed, thinking before responding. "It’s pretty clear after some thought. Someone who caused such a huge incident couldn’t attend school like nothing happened."
"I wish my class could hear that."
"If it’s wrong, then you need to tell them as such."
"A rumor is kind of like the atmosphere, isn’t it? Lately, the atmosphere is something you need to read. That “atmosphere” labels you as a bad person if you can’t read it. And the people creating that atmosphere don’t have a sense of participation, so it’s foolish to try and fight against the atmosphere."
"So you’re leaving misunderstandings be and giving up before even fighting."
You nodded and he stayed silent after that. He was seemingly trying to process your perception since he couldn't help but agree with it.
You couldn't contain yourself and asked again, glancing over.
"Your turn to talk, Senpai. What was all that about yesterday?"
"Didn't I say to forget this?"
"I want answers."
"You won't stop asking until I tell you, will you?"
"Yes."
He sighed, looking down at his lap for a bit. You feel like you'll hear a lot more about his thoughts through a long story but you were ready to listen to it.
"I made my debut when I was six years old."
"After getting the lead role for the morning drama series, I was always in the public eye with television, movies, and commercials."
"There wasn’t a day when I didn’t see Scaramouche Raiden on TV." You commented.
He nodded, continuing. "It was fun in the beginning, but it gradually became more stressful. People would notice and say “that’s Scaramouche Raiden” everywhere I went…"
He said as the train finally came up to your guys' stop, you both sat up and walked out of it but Scaramouche continued while you listened beside him.
"… and at some point, I started wishing that I could go to a world where nobody knew who I was."
"I first noticed that people weren’t able to see me at the beginning of a four-day weekend."
"On a whim, I went to the aquarium."
"Alone?" You asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that bad?"
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The boy was lucky nobody seemed to recognize him since that would've caused chaos a bit and that allowed Scaramouche to walk around the aquarium freely.
But he yelped, bumping into someone's shoulder. He looked behind to see that person talking to someone and not even sparing a glance at him.
He thought a bit rude, of course.
And when walking around a few moments later, he moved out of the way for someone when they were about to bump but they didn't seem to acknowledge him either and just continued on.
He looked around, bewildered and off-guard.
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"I thought it was just me at first since they were focused on viewing the fish."
"But when I stopped in a cafe on my way home…"
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"Uh, excuse me?"
He entered the cafe and quickly going over to a waiter who was cleaning up a table yet he didn't see to hear him as he was still cleaning.
Scaramouche thought he didn't hear him so he spoke a bit louder. "Excuse me..."
Just then, the cafe's door opened with the bell ringing causing the waiter to turn to the door, welcoming in another customer with a smile. "Welcome."
Scaramouche was literally in between the two and it was like he wasn't there at all, making him more shock than ever.
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"Was it a shop where you did something so terrible that they banned your patronage?" You asked, standing beside Scaramouche as he opens a locker in the train station.
"Of course not." He muttered.
You glance down and noticed something interesting. "Senpai, your foot…"
"Is something wrong with my foot?" He said, slightly pressing his shoe more on your own foot.
"No, I’m ecstatic that you’re stepping me."
"How thoughtful." Scaramouche snickered, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I quickly left the cafe and went home, but after returning to back, everyone saw me normally."
"So I went around, seeing if something similar would happen in other places." He closed the locker to pull out the bag containing the fancy purple and black outfit you saw him once yesterday in the library.
You hummed, realizing. "So that’s why you were dressed like that."
He looked back at you, smirking slightly. "Looking like this, people would stare if they saw me, right?"
"True, I did gawk at your outfit, especially your hat."
"And not my face?"
"Well, your face was the best part." You went up to follow and catch up to him. "So you’re going out as a wild hat guy again today?"
"That's a dumb name but I'll take it. And, yes I will so don't get in my way."
Scaramouche stopped by a small stall inside with you watching from behind.
"One dark chocolate bun, please." The lady running didn't respond at all, only just fixing up the money in the cash register.
He frowned, a bit frustrated, slightly raising his voice. "Excuse me. One dark chocolate bun, please."
No response which made him silent, looking down.
You stared at him before asking loudly. "Excuse me. One dark chocolate bun."
The cashier looked up, responding to you with a kind smile. "Okay. Just one?"
"Mhm." You nodded. As the cashier worked on the order, you glance at Scaramouche with slight pity. Seeing that he's slowly becoming invisible to everyone was concerning.
He met your gaze before looking away.
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"Aren’t you at all troubled by this?" You frowned as you both walked out of the train station together.
Scaramouche held and looked down the bun you bought for him in his hand. "Yeah. Not being able to eat dark chocolate buns here is a problem."
"But do you actually believe this insane story of mine?"
"I know what stories like this are called."
You glanced at him, muttering. "It’s “Adolescence Syndrome”, right?"
He stopped momentarily before turning to you with a firm gaze.
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Abnormal Experiences During Adolescence Due To Sensitivity And Instability
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"Adolescence Syndrome, huh… "
You both walked together on an almost empty street together as the sun was setting down. You'd never thought you would let a celebrity as famous as him let you walk you back home.
You recounted back at what you know. "Hearing other people’s thoughts or seeing another person’s future or swapping bodies with someone else… Rumors of that nature started being called Adolescence Syndrome, though nobody knows who coined the term."
"That’s just an urban legend." Scaramouche scoffed before looking up to where you both stopped at. "Hm? What’s this?"
"My apartment."
Seeing the slight skeptical look, he was giving you, you responded quickly. "I won’t do anything to you. There’s something I’d like to show you so you’ll believe me when I say that I believe you."
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You opened the door and allowing him to step inside first before you closed the door behind.
He glanced around, seeing the tiny living room and the small dining table in the corner and the only separate room was the kitchen was just as cramped as everything around.
He didn't want to press and question anything so he went up and follow you to your room.
Scaramouche glanced around, crossing his arms while humming. "Hmm… You keep it rather clean."
"Senpai, you-"
He cut you off, slightly annoyed. "Stop with that “Senpai” thing. I don’t recall ever becoming your senpai."
You titled your head. "Then Raiden-san?"
"I don't really prefer the '-san' a lot. Besides, I'm not really a big fan of my last name."
"Then Scaramouche?"
"My name is a big too long."
"Then how about I shorten it? Scara?"
"Hmm, that works I guess." He looked around the room again as he said. "I'm not really liking [Last Name] so I'll just call you [Name]."
Scaramouche then looked back before gasping and blushing at you suddenly removing the top of your school uniform and you did it with a nonchalant expression like you didn't even care at all.
"Wh-Why are you stripping?! You said you weren’t going to do anything!" He blushed madly, glaring before looking away. "You're Filthy! Perverted! Exhibitionist!"
You throw away your shirt to reveal your chest having three giant claw marks across. It's a permanent scar since it was dried and not bleeding on your chest. (a/n: for females- your wearing a bra in this and for males- you aren't, okay? lol)
Scaramouche looked down in slight shocked, frowning. "Ah… That’s real, isn’t it?"
"You think there are idiots who’d wear special make-up like this?" You muttered.
He approached you warily, a bit concerned. "Can I touch it?"
"Go ahead." You shrugged.
Reluctantly, he only touched the scar a bit carefully but that touch caused you let out a noise.
"Ooh."
"Don't make any weird noises." He glared up at you.
You mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. "It’s a bit sensitive there, so please be gentle."
He hummed, trailing his finger down slightly. "Like this?"
You let out a small blush. "Ah… That feels really good."
Then that blush faded away when Scaramouche pinched your stomach caused you yelp and scream out of pain.
"Gah… Ow! Let go!"
"You just seem to be enjoying this." He stared at you in annoyance before releasing. "Well? How'd you get those scars?"
You rubbed your stomach as you shrugged. "Actually, I’m not really sure."
You pulled something from your desk's drawer and showed it to Scaramouche.
He took it before his eyes widening slightly at the picture.
A small girl with purple hair sat on a chair as there were small different cuts all over her body of arms, legs, and face.
"That's is my little sister Qiqi. She wasn’t assaulted or anything, just bullied on the internet."
"I don’t get what you’re trying to say." He muttered.
"There was something about not replying to a message… A girl who was the leader of her class started hating her, and people wrote all sorts of insults in social media groups. And then, one day…"
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"Welcome home, Qiqi." You smiled at her before going back to play your video games.
"[Name]..." She muttered weakly.
"Hm? What's wrong-" You gasped, exclaiming.
Small bloody cuts appeared suddenly formed and appeared all over her face, arms and legs making you shocked.
You were confused at how cuts formed everywhere all at once, it was something completely phenomenal.
"Qiqi!"
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You frowned, remembering that memory. "This is why I believe Adolescence Syndrome really exists."
Scaramouche look up solemnly before his eyes trailed over. "Then is your wound from back then, too?"
You nodded. "I have no idea how or why. I awoke one morning covered in blood and was hospitalized."
"Ah… Is that the truth behind the hospitalization incident?"
"Yeah, I was the one sent to the hospital."
Suddenly, your bedroom door opened, and you both turned to see Qiqi peaked over cautiously as she nervously opened the door.
"[Name]...?" She muttered before her eyes darted over to Scaramouche who was sitting on your bed. She seemingly flinched at the sight of a stranger
You smiled, reassuringly. "Don't worry, Qiqi. He's a senpai from my school."
He nodded to the little girl. "I'm Scaramouche Raiden, nice to meet you."
She stared at him in slight fascination before she muttered something under her breath.
You leaned forward, smiling. "She says her name is Qiqi [Last Name]."
Then you noticed your cat entered the doorway with Qiqi muttering also about her
You turned back to Scaramouche. "And she says this is our cat, Xue."
"Hmm, thank you for telling me." Scaramouche glanced at her.
Qiqi nodded silently before walking off back to her own room.
You chuckled slightly and turned back to the indigo-haired boy. "Sorry about that. She’s very nervous towards strangers. Nowadays, she loves the house so much, she doesn’t even go to school anymore."
"So she doesn’t know about me?" He asked.
"That’s because she doesn’t watch much TV. For Qiqi, distancing herself from the internet subsided her symptoms from Adolescence Syndrome. That’s why I threw my smartphone into the ocean."
He stared at you, looking back down on his lap before muttering. "So you’re saying my case bears similarity to this?"
"I mean, you’re reacting to the atmosphere at school perfectly. So to avoid making the situation any worse, it’s better for you to return to show business."
Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, staring at you in slight confusion. "Why’s that?"
"If you stand out a lot on TV, everyone else won’t leave you alone, even if you play the role of the atmosphere. Besides, you seem to want to return yourself."
"When did I ever say such a thing?"
"Well, that depends on you. I think you should do what you want. You have the skill and experience and even a manager who eagerly awaits your --"
"She has nothing to do with this." He scoffed, standing up. "Mind your business."
He grabbed his bag, leaving your bedroom with you trailing behind him. "I'm going home."
As he was about to walk out of the door of your apartment, you waved slightly at him with a blank look. "Bye, Scara."
The boy stared at you before giving you a slight glare which made you confused as he left.
'...I think I said something I shouldn't have said. Sorry.' You sighed, going back to your own room.
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'And ever since then, Scaramouche hasn't shown up at school.'
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"Hey, Albedo, do you know why Scaramouche Raiden said he was going on hiatus?" You turned to him who was just drinking.
"To the public, I think it was to focus on his studies." He muttered at your question.
You and Albedo worked together as waiters in the same part time job after school at a small restaurant that wasn't too far away from your high school.
Your friend worked here as to earn a little bit of extra money while you were doing the job to provide for yourself and Qiqi.
And currently, you two were on a break until the manager came in, looking for you specifically. "[Last Name], the news anchor is here again."
You looked at him in slight confusion but went out of the break room before you realized and remember who the manager was referring to.
You approached her with your notepad in hand. "Welcome."
She beamed, smiling. "Hi, [Name]! It's nice to meet you."
"You too, Charlotte. Do you want anything to order?"
"Hmm, I'll take a small chocolate cake."
"Got it." As you wrote her order down, the pink haired girl looked up before saying.
"Hey, [Name]?"
You gazed up at her. "Yes?"
"I apologize for some of the member of the Steambird's persistence in regard to your incident of your scar." She sighed. "I understand of wanting to get scoop like me but I wouldn't dare if that person isn't comfortable at all."
"Thank you, Charlotte. It's no problem at all." You smiled slightly before it turned to a frown as you look up at her. "Hey, Charlotte? Would you know the reason why Scaramouche Raiden went on a hiatus?"
Charlotte eyes widen slightly before laughing. "Well, I might know some info that isn't released to the public."
You looked up at her, curiously.
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"Hey, [Name]? I heard you've taken a interest in Raiden-senpai lately. What's up with that?" A girl with green hair spoke curiously as she mixed the cup of coffee. "I thought you wouldn't get over him."
You laughed slightly with a sigh. "Why is that Kaeya, Albedo, and you also think like that?"
Sucrose smiled, sliding over a bottle. "Here, add sugar if you would like."
"Is that safe?" You raise an eyebrow.
"It’s probably sugar inside. I mean, it’s white." She then focused back on her beaker. "So what did you want to ask me?"
You hummed. "Hmm, Sucrose… Do you think it's possible that people can suddenly stop seeing others?"
"Is something wrong with your vision? I think an optometrist is a better choice."
"That's not it. I mean not seeing someone who's right there, like an invisible person."
"What will you use it for?"
"Nothing. I'm not into scat."
Sucrose hummed, looking down as she stirs her coffee. "If you’re referring to Adolescence Syndrome, you know I'm really against that concept."
"Right? It's not logical at all." You nodded. "That's why I want a logical explanation from you. For instance, I’m sitting right in front of you, Sucrose. Is it logically possible for me to become invisible to you?"
She stared before replying. "Yes, if I were engrossed in something or just spacing out. The human brain can filter out things you don't want to see, too."
"That’s true. But if it isn’t something like that…"
"There is also the observation theory."
"Observation theory?"
Sucrose sat up straight, looking at you. "The theory that the existence of something is confirmed only when it is observed."
"Surely you’ve at least heard about the cat in the box, right?"
"Hm?" You gasped slightly. "Oh right, that was..."
She muttered. "… Schrodinger’s Cat."
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'When Scara was still available acting, he certainly did exist. And he was observed by everyone around him.'
As you exited the train after coming back from school, you stopped by and went over to the same small stall that was selling different kinds of food and treats.
You stopped in front of it. "Excuse me? One dark chocolate bun, please."
"Okay, coming up." The cashier nodded, going over to prepare for it.
As you watched her, you asked curiously. "Hey, do you know of an actor named Scaramouche Raiden?"
She looked up, confused. "Hm? Who?"
"Y'know, the child actor who got became famous in that morning drama."
"Ah, sorry, I don't know of an actor by that name."
You hid the slight disappointment as you shook your head. "Oh, it's okay." You smiled, quickly paying before swiftly leaving the train station.
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'The fact that people no longer remember him means not only that people cannot see him but also that his existence in itself…'
As you gasped at that thought, you picked up your walking pace to quickly rush back to your apartment complex.
Your mind was thinking of possibilities that you might end up...
When you went to the floor, you panted, and your eyes widen in surprise as you saw someone you didn't expect.
Scaramouche looked up, hugging his knees to his chest as he sat by the door of your apartment. He frowned, slightly glaring. "Took you long enough."
You sighed in relief before you smirked slightly, approaching him. "Did you want to see me that bad?"
He rolled his eyes. "Not at all." Then his stomach growled causing him to clutch his stomach, looking away.
"You’re starving, huh?"
"Shut up, you suck."
"I'm more or less aware. Did you not eat anything?" You slid down to the floor beside him, sitting down in the same position.
His expression turned grim as he muttered. "...I can't buy anything. Over the past two weeks, I've become invisible to more and more people. No one in the train station can see me anymore."
"Hmm, luckily, I came prepared." You smiled, handing him the bag that contained the dark chocolate bun treat. "You want this?"
Scaramouche reluctantly took it from you before glancing at you. You gave him a soft smile in which he looked away, but you can tell there was slight gratitude in his eyes as he opens the bag and opens the bun to take a bite, finally starting to fill up a bit of his hunger.
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'May 6th. I met a wild hat guy.'
'This was the beginning. This is how we met. There’s no way I can forget.'
'You must remember, even if you forget.'
I'm counting on you, future me.'
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─ episode one: the famous actor "scaramouche"
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Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It
(Alice X Reader X Jasper)
[two] [three] [four]
Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.
Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.
She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.
Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.
It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.
Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.
“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.
“Clearly.” I groan.
“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”
“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”
He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.
“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.
“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.
“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.
“Always am.”
“And thank you for the tires.”
I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.
Change of pov
Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.
“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.
She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.
“Hello.”
She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”
She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.
“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.
He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.
“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.
“Come on people, tick tock.”
Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.
“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”
“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.
“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”
“Like I said.”
He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”
“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”
“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”
There was a small smile that played on his lips.
He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”
He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.
“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.
“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.
“Anaphase.”
“Like I said.”
They change the slide.
“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.
“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.
“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.
“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.
“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.
“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”
At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.
“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.
“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.
Back to You
At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.
I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.
Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.
I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.
After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.
Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.
I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.
I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.
Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“
“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.
“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”
“We nearly lost you.”
“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.
I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.
“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.
“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.
Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”
The blonde man smiles.
“As long as you’re safe.”
We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.
“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.
She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.
Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.
“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.
I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.
It’s Jacob calling, shit.
I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.
“Hello?” I spoke to,
“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.
“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.
“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.
“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”
“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.
“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say
“Can’t wait…”
“Knock it off.”
I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.
I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.
“Who was that?”
“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.
“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.
“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.
“I’m sorry.” She frowns.
“No need, you should call mom though.”
She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.
Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.
Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.
“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.
“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”
“What ego?” I jokingly say.
I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.
I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.
“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.
“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.
“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.
“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.
Thinking about everything that happened today.
Chapter three, edited.
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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 6th: Crush | You Could Start A Cult - Niall Horan | Sincere a/n: steddie, pining, post-s4. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3
A crush is called a crush for a reason, and Eddie Munson is learning this lesson the hard way.
The very hard way.
The Jesus Christ, all he did was laugh at my stupid joke and I’m going to collapse in on myself like a dying star kind of way.
It’s been nearly a year of this and Eddie feels like he’s being squashed beneath the weight of the giant boulder that is his crush on Steve Harrington. A solid year of his hopeless, pointless, wonderful crush on Steve Harrington.
Everyone knows– well, everyone above the age of 16 has figured it out at least. Eddie isn’t exactly known for his subtlety, after all.
Jeff, Gareth, and Freak had their reservations at the start after years of being persecuted by the same genre of person Steve had been in high school but once Eddie spun them the tale of how Steve carried out from beneath the rubble of a collapsed building, they’d come around. Jeff took the longest, finally acquiescing after properly meeting Steve.
You were always into jocks, dude, c’mon. Sounds like this one might have some redeemable qualities at least.
He couldn’t quite tell them the actual truth, but it’s truth-adjacent and does the job. It paints Steve as the hero Eddie knows him to be, whether Steve wants to acknowledge the title or not.
Robin knew before they’d even gone back into the Upside Down, before Eddie nearly died in Dustin’s arms and then again, in Steve’s.
I was there when you called him Big Boy, Munson. You’re not subtle. He’s just oblivious.
Nancy figured it out when Eddie was in the hospital, still a little loopy from painkillers and who knows what else.
You were on another planet and couldn’t stop talking about his chest hair, Eddie.
Argyle knew on sight the first time he saw Eddie with Steve. It was a little spooky, actually, how on the nose he was about two people he barely knew but on the nose, he was.
You’re the only one callin’ him Stevie, brochacho. And he’s the only one calling you Ed so… take that for what it’s worth.
Jonathan knew because Argyle knew and Jonathan and Argyle seem to have something there, too, but that’s none of Eddie’s business. All of the unrequited love bandwidth he has is tied up in Steve, and his smile, and his way with the kids, and his cologne–
“You got something on your face.”
Robin nudges him in the side behind the kitchen counter where he’s been leaning, watching helplessly through the kitchen window as Steve grills another round of burgers going for their We Lived And Can’t Tell The Tale Because We All Signed NDAs party starting soon.
Eddie wipes his face frantically, hoping he didn’t have ketchup or something on his cheek from Steve’s trial run of the burgers. He pulls his hand back to find nothing besides Robin grinning, bemused and pitying all the same when it clicks.
“I’m not actually drooling. Just… metaphorically. God, let me cling to some shred of dignity here.”
Steve flips another burger, this one landing square right-side-up. Eddie groans, Robin rolls her eyes, and he laments.
“What the fuck is wrong with me that that’s so hot? He’s not doing anything special! He’s just existing in those too-tight jeans and plain tee shirt and I’m ready to lay waste to the evils of the world to get to him. And they say I’m the cult leader? I’d follow this asshole into the bowels of Hell.” Eddie sighs and drops his head back to stare at the ceiling.
It’s offensive, honestly, the popcorn ceiling and the way it mocks him.
“I mean, you kinda already did.” Robin shrugs and bumps her shoulder into his, somehow softer than her initial nudge. “And look, it’s not my business, but I think you might be surprised if you talked to him. He’s not the same he was when he said all that shit to Jonathan, y’know.”
Eddie whips to the side, too quickly as his head spins for a brief moment. He searches her eyes for hints or a glimmer of hope. Something. Anything.
“What do you know, Buckley?” It’s less a question and more a statement.
“I don’t know a damn thing, other than a conversation might do you both some good. But look,” Robin sighs and hops up to sit on the island next to Eddie as he turns his attention back to Steve manning the grill. He’s trying not to stare at the way Steve twirls the spatula… and failing, of course. How are his hands so big?
“Hello? Munson, Earth to heart-eyes over there. This is information you might really want to listen to.” Robin waves a hand in front of his face and he jolts out of his thoughts. It’s for the best– the second he gets lost in Steve’s hands, it’s all over for him.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m listening.” Eddie responds, vaguely reminded of his many years in school.
“I was saying, Steve’s a good guy. The best guy, really. And I know he’s acted fine with being single the last year or so, but he’s lonely behind that facade. So if this is just like, a crush that’s gonna pass, keep it to yourself. But if you really like him, if you wanna like, be with him, then yeah. I think you might want to talk to him.”
Eddie considers his feelings for a long moment, staring back out the window. This time, he watches Steve at the grill and sees so much more than a guy in too-tight jeans and a plain tee shirt flipping burgers. He sees jumping into the lake, rushing through the Upside Down, finding a quiet moment in the chaos traipsing through the Upside Down’s version of the woods. He sees what little he remembers of bleeding out and being carried by Steve through the portal, of waking up in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed and Steve sitting in the corner with Wayne. He sees every fleeting moment, every soft touch, every nickname and split joint and pizza with half pepperoni and half bacon.
He looks out the window at Steve and sees his life.
Maybe the weight of his crush has only felt so heavy in the way that holding your arms out for too long begins to feel heavy. Maybe the forced, sustained tension would be relieved if he just let himself relax.
“I’m with him already, for better or worse.”
Robin hums in acknowledgement before breaking into laughter as they both watch Steve transfer the burgers to a plate, only to accidentally knock the dish off the side of the grill. He must hear their laughter because his eyes shoot directly to the window and he points the spatula at them, free hand on his hip. “It’s not fucking funny, now I have to go to the store!”
“It’ll probably be for the worse.” Robin looks at him and raises an eyebrow.
Eddie just laughs and shakes his head, tendrils of hair falling into his face that he pulls further across his mouth.
“Worth it.”
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🌕 Moon in Libra ♎️
bangchan as your boyfriend series!!! (pt. 4)
(based on astrology)
✨bangchan x reader (f); fluff & sad chan :(
✨word count: ~3.5k
✨4th part in a series!!! together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be!
✨i will give a synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship. head to my masterlist to check out the rest of the series <3
✨ author’s notes:
(1) i am doing brief (just bullet points/highlights) astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.
(2) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)
(3) there is mention of another fandom in a not so great light. this is purely fictional and no offense was meant by including them. it’s simply for the storyline.
✨warnings: none
✨tldr: chan just wants to be loved.
Moon in Libra:
The Moon represents the deepest parts of yourself, the parts you are usually not even cognizant of. It is the basic energy that resides within you and what you radiate in the most still of situations. Your moon sign usually controls you in ways you aren’t aware of and draws you to certain people that you cannot explain.
• Moon in Libra has a deep NEED for love and beauty in their lives. This can be seen in the deepest parts of them. They are able to see the beauty in every person, and usually can see each person as who they really are instead of the mask they are showing the world. Because of this, he prefers to get to know people well before pursuing them in a relationship.
• Moon in Libra also highlyyyy values balance and peace in their lives. If they suspect that you are bringing drama into their lives in any way, they will most likely (very kindly) cut you out of their life. They will feel bad about it, but they need to protect their peace in order to feel comfortable in the world.
• Because of Libra’s tendency to be people pleasers, they truly seek external validation… they can take criticism very harshly. They do not like the drama and do not want to be involved in a scandal of any kind. It can, in fact, crush them, but they are too self sacrificing to say anything. They just want to make sure that people are pleased with them and they will do whatever they must do to get that.
Chan’s Moon in Libra is also in the 6th house (the house of work, routines, and health)
• Because of this, the balance in his life likely plays a largeeee role in how he performs during the day in work, in carrying out his plans for the day, and in how healthy he is staying.
• His Venus (beauty, love, and sensuality) and Mars (aggression and resolution) are also in the 6th house, meaning that if any aspect of his romance, emotions, or conflict are out of whack, so is he. He simply cannot get his work done or perform well. He is too in his head. That makes him push even harder.
*Important tidbits I learned from analyzing Chan’s natal chart!!! If you take ANYTHING away from this series, please let it be this:*
• Chan has a Libra placement for his Moon (emotions), Sun (personality), and Mercury (communication). This makes him a SUPER LIBRA. He basically identifies with it on another level.
• Here’s the problem: Libras are totally giving of themselves. Completely. They quite literally turn into whoever you want them to be. Because of that, they can really struggle with self image, not only in terms of wanting to be seen in a good light, but most importantly from the perspective of not even knowing themselves.
• Since they don’t have any one SET personality that they present to everyone, they don’t know who they are. Not fully. They may have some idea. They may know that they love people and that they think they are good people, but when it comes down to it, they feel lost.
• So what happens when you have this Libra energy in Sun, Moon, and Mercury? You feel hollow.
• It is very likely that at the end of the day, when all is said and done, Chan feels like the shell of a person. He works so hard for everyone around him, but who is he without that? If he were on his own, and if he didn’t live to please others, who would he be? Nobody. There would be no person underneath the mask. And that scares the fuck out of him.
• He NEEDS to be needed. It isn’t that he likes the attention, but he needs it to survive. Because without it, he is nothing.
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Focusing in now on only the Libra Sun (personality) and Libra Moon (emotions) for Chan:
• As I’ve previously discussed a million times, Libra suns need to be liked. They need harmony and balance, and they feel this through blending fully with others.
• Libra MOONS on the other hand, have a deeper desire. They don’t necessarily want to be loved on what they do, but for who they are and the way they think. Libra moons truly believe that they ARE good people who want to help. Because of this, their harmony and balance instead comes from KNOWING they are good, so they shouldn’t care what other people think of them.
• This manifests in Chan as having this war within himself of caring so much about how other people see him vs. knowing that he shouldn’t give a fuck.
• But at the end of the day, he does give a fuck. And that kills him too.
• So now, not only does he feel hollow on the inside, but he also KNOWS that he cares too deeply about shit that doesn’t even matter. But he can’t. help. it.
• He lives by the mantra “Just enjoy”, because it is something he so badly wants to be able to do.
• He likely manifests this in severe anxiety and not being able to sleep because of it. Throwing himself into work, because who is he if not the producer that his fans know and love? Laughing as much as he can to attempt to fill up the void inside of him.
• He only knows himself in relation to others. The worst thing he could ever experience is being on his own.
• This is likely why he struggled so bad in his trainee days. When everyone else got cut and he was the only one left.
• I’ve heard him explain before that it was a very dark time in his life, and that Stray Kids coming into his life is the only reason he is alive today.
• He is not over-exaggerating. Stray Kids literally gives him life. Without them, he feels like he is nothing.
• He simply cannot exist without them.
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The last thing that I will add:
• Chan wants SO BADLY to learn how to not give a fuck. He NEEDS someone who can teach him that.
• He NEEDS someone who can show him how to find himself. He NEEEDS someone who will see the parts of him that he cannot see.
• If he can find someone to do this, this person will be his soulmate, I promise you.
As your boyfriend:
• “Hey there, pretty girl.” “You look so beautiful today.” “How did I get to lucky?” Chan tells you these things every day, leaning in to peck your forehead. Words of affirmation are his love language, so he would make sure you got them constantly.
• If you’ve had a long week at work/school, Chan is taking you somewhere beautiful on the weekend. Somewhere that the two of you can enjoy the beauty and the calmness together. Aka, he’s definitely taking you to a giant botanical garden, just to walk around and look at the flowers together. Walking hand in hand, he’d make sure to take breaks occasionally to get a candid photo of how pretty you look with the flowers in the background. You’d wonder off to a tiny side path, taking you to a small fairy garden with lights and a small bench. You would sit, just admiring the lights. Even though you weren’t supposed to, Chan would pick a flower off of the ground next to him and trim it down to just the right length. He’d place it in your hair, resting in the crook of your ear. He’d giggle at how cute you looked. Just like a little garden fairy.
• Chan would adore being your center of attention. He says he doesn’t, but it absolutely makes his heart melt to know that you were thinking about him. Whether it’s a painting, a song, a poem, a muse in any form, his inner self can’t help but to feel so seen.
• He loves it when you obsess over him. No, like actually he loves it. Again, he says he doesn’t, but the way it makes him feel is like none other. The fact that you think that highly of him to pour your entire self into him fills him up with love to the very brim. And he would absolutely be the same with you.
• He LOVES when you ask for his help or his advice. If you ever include the phrase, “I just wanted to know your thoughts because I really value your opinion”, then boom, he’s in love. Feeling needed gives him purpose in life.
• He would adore when you would dress up for him. No occasion, just to look pretty for him. Even though he thinks you’re always beautiful, the fact that you put in extra effort just for him to have something pretty to look at would really make him feel loved. Bonus points if you tried a style or a new item that he talked about really liking.
• If he had a hard day at work and came home to a home-cooked meal and a warm bath waiting on him, he would probably get so excited he wouldn’t even make it to the bathtub, being too busy hugging you.
• Chan is absolutely the type to avoid drama, and especially avoid you having to get involved in any drama at all costs.
• But your boyfriend was no novice to how cruel the online communities could be towards him.
• The week’s newest scandal: that he was saying nasty things about ATEEZ behind their back.
• And damn, did he get a lot of flack.
• What was the proof you may ask?… A tweet. A fucking tweet some random account (that was created 7 hours ago) sent out saying that she had been behind him and heard him saying awful things while on the phone with a friend. As “proof”, she posted the back of a man’s body who had on a black beanie, black hoodie, and black sweatpants.
• You had to give it to her, that was the iconic Channie outfit.
• But what she failed to realize: your man is literally 171 cm… no way in hell is he towering over everyone else like in the picture she posted.
• STAY knew that, but you know how the internet goes. One bad word, and the world is trying to cancel you.
• Well that “you” is now Channie. There’s been an all out fan war between STAY and ATINY to the point that it is now trending worldwide. ATINY trying to trend “#bangchanisoverparty” and damn, it was kinda working.
• When you both saw, you talked to Chan about it. He assured you that he was fine and it was nothing to worry about. He knew who he was and that’s all that mattered. If things got out of hand, JYP would make an official statement saying that it was not him in the photo and they would investigate into the account that posted about it.
• You were so proud of your boyfriend for how much he had overcome to be able to feel that way. You knew he struggled with a lot, and although you were helping him, you were so happy knowing that he was okay.
• Well, until you woke up in the middle of the night to hearing Channie crying softly, lying in the spot next to you.
• You listened quietly, pretending to still be asleep, so you could check on your boyfriend while still allowing him to have his own space.
• Your heart almost shattered as you heard him start to actually sob, reaching his hand up to his mouth in order to stop any sound from coming out.
• Even in his most desperate hour, he didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t want you to know.
• So you just laid there, eyes darting off to focus on the moon, while your back was turned away from him. Listening. Just listening.
• After a couple of minutes, you heard the sobs start to resolve, and deep breaths in began. Good, he was finally starting to feel better.
• You heard the bed sheets rustle a bit as he made the tiniest, slowest movements to reach for his phone on the nightstand.
• You knew that’s what he had to have been reaching for, as you saw a quick, bright flash of light coming in from behind you. You relaxed into the mattress as you heard him typing in his passcode, hopefully to play some light, soothing music to fall asleep to. You didn’t hear anything for the next couple of minutes.
• Content that Chan had successfully cried himself to sleep, you rolled to your other side to curl your body into his. You wanted to feel the warmth of his back pressed up against your chest. To rest your hand at the nape of his neck and hold on for as long as you could.
• To your surprise, your roll over did land you on top of Channie, but a very much awake and very much still on his phone Channie.
• He looked just as startled to see you, dropping his phone down onto his chest. His eyes were red and puffy. The rest of his face followed suit. You hated to see him cry, but you had to admit that he looked like an adorable little fluffball like this, especially with the curly hair all fluffed out from “tossing and turning” you guessed.
• “What are you doing up?” you whispered, playing dumb. You relaxed your hand on top of his chest and heaved your face down into him. You lifted your eyes up to look at his. So beautiful in the silver moon’s light.
• “I thought I heard my phone go off,” he lied.
• “Oh yeah? Who would be calling in the middle of the night?”
• “Minho. He probably went out for a few drinks, I don’t know. I didn’t answer it and was gonna text.” Damn, this boy was gonna do everything in his power to not admit to you that he was just crying.
• “Okay baby, let me know what he says,” you nuzzled into him, ready to watch this shit show of a lie go down.
• You watched as he quickly snatched up his phone, bringing it to rest right in front of his face. Not before you saw what he had actually been doing though.
• He’d been on twitter reading through comments. “#bangchanisoverparty” was pasted into the search bar at the top.
• You felt your heart shrivel up. Why does he do this to himself? Why does he care so much about what other people think about him?
• You sat and stared off, not sure if you should mention anything. You didn’t want to make things worse. But then again, what kind of girlfriend lets her boyfriend lay there and cry himself to death?
• “There,” Chan said, turning his phone off and laying it back on the bedside table. “I texted to see what he needs. Hopefully he replies back soon so I don’t fall back asleep and miss it.” This man is one good ass liar. Kinda scary now that you think about it, but whatever, that’s besides the point.
• “You’re a good friend Channie,” you scooted up to make sure your face was resting into the side of his neck. One arm extended around him to cover him in a light hug, and you just held him there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, your eyelids got heavy again and you fluttered them closed.
• No more than 10 seconds later, they shot back open. You had felt a singular drop of water hit your face. A tear. He couldn’t lie now.
• You raised up to be above Chan, one hand still over his torso, and the other propping you up on your elbow. There were a few stray tears covering each cheek.
• The one hand moved up his body and slowly wiped at the tears on one side, making his perfect complexion visible once again. You kissed over the area with a touch as gentle as a feather.
• “What’s wrong baby?” you whispered while your head was just over top of his own.
• “Nothing baby, please go back to sleep,” he choked out, letting a light sniffle escape him.
• “I’m not going back to sleep until you talk to me.”
• “Please, y/n. Please just go back to sleep.”
• “No. Talk to me. Why were you on twitter?”
• He looked mortified. He didn’t answer. He just laid there, looking off to the side with an expression on his face like he could start crying again at any moment.
• You relaxed off of your elbow and sunk back into him again. You tangled your hand into his hair and started playing with it. Rolling it around in between your fingers. You started combing your hand through it in tiny strokes. You were learning to relax into the silence.
• You let the whole weight of your hand rest onto his scalp, running down it and to the nape of his neck. You repeated this a few times, hoping that he would get some light tingles over his body and start to perk up.
• You slowly moved your hand to caress the top of his ear, running a finger along the outer rim. Your touch was so slight that he couldn’t tell if he was imagining it, but it did soothe him. He thought about how reminiscent it was of what he would always do- touch his ears to calm himself. You knew this too of course. That’s why you were doing it.
• Chan knew why you were doing it too. You knew him better than he knew himself.
• You continued to stroke along his ear, adding more fingers and more pressure until you were massaging his ear lobe. Pressing your fingers into the skin of the area right behind where his ear met his skull. You massaged a low place here, rubbing small circles with just enough pressure.
• You slowly continued to drag your hand down to his neck, working again now in light strokes to feel all up and down the side and front. So smooth, you thought.
• You followed suit with your lips, pulling them to the area just between his ear and jaw. You planted a slow, low kiss to his most sensitive area.
• You felt the familiar sensation of wetness again. The taste of salt. Of course it had been another tear resting there for you to find and take away. You wished you could take away all the pain.
• You finally moved your hand all the way down to find his. You gave it a small squeeze, and then brought it up to relax over your own situated on his chest right over his heart. You sat in silence, feeling the strong beat inside. Just enjoying the warmth of his body underneath you.
• “You are so perfect,” you kissed his arm, admiring how hard his bicep was.
• All of a sudden, his stillness turned into a sob again. He tried to break his hand away from yours so he could cover up his eyes and the rest of his face.
• “No baby, you let me keep this hand,” you whispered. “It’s okay to cry, but at the end of it, I need you to know how loved you are. How so many people would kill just to see a smile on your face. How you can make a person’s day better just by being in it. How every time I look at you, I think that there must be a god, because how could there be something as perfect as you without a creator to make it?”
• You heard his tears stifle. He let out a weak smile. Your heart reciprocated the gesture.
• “There’s my beautiful boy,” you kissed his temple.
• “Now tell me baby,” you leaned back up to rest your forehead just on top of his, noses almost touching. “Do you think a life so full of love like that is worth crying over?”
• His tiny smile turned into a big one, leaving his bashful dimples on display. He took a moment and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
• He let out a small giggle. “No,” he looked into your eyes.
• “Good answer,” you leaned your face in the tiniest bit to touch a kiss on top of each eyelid. Satisfied, you resigned to your position of curling up next to him, head positioned to fit perfectly to his neck, two hands holding both of his own.
• “I love you,” he murmured.
• “I love you too Channie. And I wasn’t lying, you really are perfect. The last person left to convince is yourself.”
Moon in Libra.
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Misc. Heart Pirates Head Canons
So, when I'm bored out of my brain at work I've been thinking about my silly little beloveds the Heart Pirates! So here are some thoughts I've had about them and the crew structure! Crew Structure
Not a traditional first mate or incredibly strict hierarchy. I figure Law's authority issues extend to how he runs his crew!
There's four "departments" basically where one of the core-four preside over.
Bepo is in charge of all the helm stuff: navigation, steering, general operations (maintenance of equipment, engineering)
Penguin is in charge of personnel: finances, crew schedules, supplies (clothes, food, yatta yatta)
Shachi is on weapons: armory & procurement of, training the crew, and any like recon they do is planned by him
Law handles all the medical stuff: yearly exams, extensive charts/notes on the crew, any on-going treatments, and the supplies for this specifically goes through him
As captain, Law does oversee/supervise the others if he feels it relevant but after like 13 years he's pretty confident his favorite idiots can handle themselves!
The tang runs on two shifts so someone is always around to keep the sub running in case of emergencies, as such there's often multiple crew members capable of a job (ex chef, helmsman, engineering, nurses)
All the crew knows how to handle alarms, any gauge or sonar readouts, and just generally keep everyone from dying
Most of the crew knows basic triage and first aid
Any Big Decisions (TM) are normally talked over. The crew has a lot of say in most scenarios... One of the few times this was not the case was Law ordering them to Zou when he went to Punk Hazard.
It was an intentional choice on Law & the crew's part that none of them were spotted on jobs and don't have bounties. A lot of the crew's work, especially early on in Law's plotting against Doffy, was gathering information and other covert work. Them being well known or recognizable would've made it impossible for this to get done... It also would've made hiding from Doffy that much harder.
The crew splits proceeds evenly! 50% goes to the Tang's upkeep and supplies, 50% is split equally between everyone else.
Named Crew Jobs
Law- Captain, Doctor
Penguin- Quartermaster
Shachi- Armsmaster
Bepo- Navigator
Jean Bart- Helmsman
Ikkaku- Head Engineer
Uni- Head Nurse
Clion Chef
Hakugan- Helmsman
The unnamed crew I do plan to flesh out eventually, but I haven't made a whole lot of headway in that direction yet... Some day I shall!
Silly HCs
Other than Bepo, everyone is older than Law
Penguin likes to sing
He also has collected rocks & shells from every island they've stopped at to make a living map of their travels.
I personally like to think of Shachi & Peng as some sort of fishman-human hybrid or perhaps a few generations removed from a fishman ancestor? Not super sure on how it works exactly, but I think they both look a lil odd and that's why they hide their eyes and such with hats.
Ikkaku handles Law 2nd best only to the Core 4. She knows when he needs space and when he needs to be pushed pretty well, and so they're pretty close.
Uni loves to sew; it's how he relaxes and passes time while they're underwater for long stretches of time. He is also the person who customizes most of Law's clothes with their jolly roger
Law did said customization before they recruited Uni and still helps, but Uni shoves him off often and says this is his therapy time alone
Clione takes to new members the best
He's also a great fighter and definitely yeeted Shachi into a wall one day; Shachi was delighted with this
He can drink most of the crew under the table
Hakugan is enby! And uses they/them pronouns
They also communicate with sign language, so the entire crew is relatively fluent
Hakugan is never lost; they have a 6th sense for where north is at all times
Much like their namesake, Hakugan is a volatile creature prone to violence
Shachi likes to keep up with psychology journals in his free time, so sometimes he & Law will have a little "medical journal book club" to hang out
Bepo is more an astronomy & weather guy... there was, however, a tragic mix-up with the news coo one time that resulted in Bepo getting an astrology magazine.
He likes to torment Law by teasing him with a well placed "That's so very libra of you, captain."
Law actually likes his coffee absurdly, disgustingly sweet
Penguin, however, takes his coffee black
Shachi & Bepo are 2 of 3 members of the Hearts without a caffeine addiction. Hakugan is the third
Penguin has given up trying to get Law on a schedule... It has never worked in their 13 years sailing together
Law had to implement a "no gambling on the tang" rule shortly after Hakugan joined; They were absolutely taking everyone else's money
Law does, however, actively encourage fleecing marines & rival pirate crews
The crew has picked up some Mink social behaviors! As such they're very physically affectionate... Yes, even Law. Though he tends to contain his affection to when they're in private or on the Polar Tang
It's super common to see the crew swap undershirts, jewelry, or other accessories
Bepo has a collection of his crewmates' shirts! Uni made it into a quilt for him since he can't exactly wear them properly
Everyone else has a "Bepo shirt"
Ikkaku tends to forget she's wearing hers while working on the Tang or to sleep then walks about. Whenever Bepo sees this he gets all flustered & teary-eyed
Law, similarly, wears his to sleep in regularly. He would rather be caught dead than wearing though. That's way too mushy for him.... but if there are days where he's still wearing it when Bepo comes to check on him in the morning, well, nobody has to know but them right?
Shachi & Penguin one time wore their Bepo shirts and attempted to force Bepo into their shirts which... obviously did not fit. Undetered they stitched the two together to the ultimate-bros-shirt. Bepo loves this shirt & wears it regularly.
Shachi & Penguin remake this shirt whenever the old one starts wearing down or falling apart every few years
(I took this one from a fic cuz I thought it was just so good) Between more junior members of the crew, it's a running gag that Law, Shachi, & Penguin are more "lesser mink" than "human" after 13 years with Bepo.
Law finds this absolutely hysterical, Bepo says they're all lesser minks
Law is, in fact, capable of a variety of animal noises such as growling, hissing, or purring. He normally makes this noises on accident when startled or particularly relaxed. He did not intentionally learn to make these noises. He was just an incredibly weird child and like many weird children before and after him, mimicked animals
Shachi & Penguin may or may not make fun of him for this
They may or may not have started the rumor that one of Law's parents was a mink; a rumor that Law has unintentionally perpetuated with his general wet cat behavior
Penguin's family were whalers! He uses a harpoon & is a fantastic fisher as a result
The above makes him Clione's favorite
Penguin often threatens Shachi with the harpoon so he may join his bretheren. Shachi shrieks back that orcas are not whales but dolphins. This is a near weekly song & dance.
Each of the "core four" have a way to show they accept a newbie into the crew!
Shachi carves a little wooden animal
Penguin embroiders their name inside their boiler suits
Bepo trades clothes with them
Law procures a custom mug decorated to their taste
Law normally gives his first, actually. Firstly, if he invited you to his crew he already likes you well enough. Two, he knows he can be an unapproachable dick and sees it as a bit of a peace offering. Three, to show the rest of the crew this new person is approved!
Shachi & Penguin gives theirs whenever they feel the new member has "earned" it. Normally 2nd/3rd in whatever order they deem.
Bepo basically always gives his last. He's a very anxious lil guy and doesn't want to disturb or weird anyone out.
Jean Bart is, ironically, the only crew member to not have concussed himself on the doorways in the Tang
Law had a few problem years after his sudden growth spurt, but it hasn't been a problem since he got used to being taller
After reuniting on Zou there was a crew wide cuddle puddle
Law is surprisingly tactile so long as it's on his terms. A head pat there, brushing his hands against a cheek or shoulder there... That kind of thing
This is generally the best indicator of how much he actually likes you
Law often stims using Bepo's fur or paws. Bepo loves this very much
#these are all very light hearted#don't take them too seriously#a lot were just things i thought would be cute or fun#head canon#one piece headcanons#heart pirates#shachi one piece#penguin one piece#bepo one piece#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law
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How would Baji,Chifuyu, Mitsuya react if they found out that their classmate (and Crush) is actually the boss/ Number two Boss of an enemy gang?
Aw oh !
Note : I had so much fun writing this one so I hope you enjoyed it !
Warnings: some mentions of gang fights but nothing detailed
Baji
Baji never really cared or paid attention to the other students with him in class well of course except for chifuyu .
Until that day he will never forget where you entered the classroom with that sweet smile you shined at everyone around you, Baji isn't the type to fall at first sight so it was lots of moments that made him set his heart on making you his , especially after that one time where peke j followed him to school and he didn't notice until he saw peke J in your arms as you cooed at the cute cat unknown to you that it belongs to Baji .
" I am telling you! She is an angel she looks like a beam of soft light !"
" are you sure it wasn't that big ass glasses you wear being fogged ?"
Chifuyu had to endure Baji talking about you most of the time that chifuyu already memorized your school routine from Baji's nonstop stories about you.
Baji saw you as a sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a fly so he almost passed out when he saw you in the front lines of the gang they were about to fight with, once the fight started his only goal was to find you first before another member does as the thought of someone hurting you made his jaw clench and blood boil , when he saw you in the field knocking toman members left and right he made his way to you, and you had the same reaction to seeing Baji as he did .
" Nerds can fight?"
The moment you said that you can see his soul leaving his body as he stared in disbelief, to his surprise you didn't hold back it was like a different person from the one he meets every morning.... he loved the contrast.
He lets you hit him as much as you want since he doesn't have the heart to hurt you and after the fight his face was all swollen and red from punches so chifuyu ran to him to make sure he was ok but felt weirded out when he saw a lovesick smile on His beaten up face .
" You ok ...? "
" She pulled my hair and I felt her soft hands from her punches"
" ??????"
The next morning at school you made your way to him and gave him a snack you had and left without saying anything, Baji understood you must have felt bad from hitting him yesterday and for the rest of the day he daydreamed about you, the snack you gave him is left untouched and taken care of on top of his bedroom drawer, he almost knocked chifuyu out cold for trying to eat it .
Chifuyu
He first noticed you when you were reading the last released volume of the manga he likes and got out his own manga from his backpack and walked in front of you 5 times back and forth trying to make you notice him until you finally did the 6th time .
You were happy to have someone to talk to about that underrated manga and Chifuyu was happy to talk to you, he listened to you as you talked about your favorite character and agreed with you on your hatred for that one side character , you guys also found out you live a block away from each other so for the last week you two would go to school together and walk back home together.
Chifuyu was worried and anxious to tell you that he can't walk home today since toman has a fight but he was surprised when you told him you will be busy after school he wanted to ask what will you be doing but he didn't want to seem nosy.
The poor guy had a heart attack when he saw you standing between your gang members all high and mighty , you stared back at toman as your eyes scanned the members and Chifuyu can see your eyes softened once you saw him , once the fight began you two didn't see each other as you two were busy but from time to time you two would look at the other fighting to make sure the other wasn't hurt , Chifuyu also acted like he was going to fall and took a member with him as he met the ground as that member was going to hit you when you weren't looking it was a sneaky move to protect you.
After the fight and after every one left you both sat in silence on the pavement, you two were exhausted and in slight pain but chose to stay like this for a while , neither wanted to talk first just sat in silence watching the sunset and the orange gradient of the sky kissing your skin , despite everything chifuyu felt his heart flutter. In that moment both of your phones received a notification in the same time so you opened it and immediately you both stood up happily.
" The new volume is out ! "
" let's go buy it !"
The people in the mange store looked at you weirdly seeing two beaten up teenagers giggling happily as they talked about nothing and everything, but chifuyu didn't care about the stares how could he focus on anyone else when you are in front of him with that sweet smile .
Mitsuya
Mitsuya is used to walking his little sisters to their kindergarten class even though it was far from the classroom building he attends but he wouldn't feel safe leaving them alone , the second his little sisters entered the class he turned his head once he heard a little girl call out his sister's name , he noticed you walking behind that little girl he assumes is your sister with a warm smile watching her interact with his sisters , you were wearing the same uniform as him so he walked to you to introduce himself, he was gentleman after all , he noticed the warm aura surrounding you, it was like a magnet attracting him the more he talked to you.
It all started as a friendship you joined the fashion club at school which mitsuya runs .
Mitsuya can't explain how he felt but the way his heart skips a beat when you compliment his work or the way his cheeks heat up when you lean closer to look at his designs , he loved watching you concentrate on your designs the way your eyes sparkle in passion and the way you hold your ground when receiving criticism, you were mature just like him .
It didn't take long for him to get attached to you , his day wasn't complete without you, he didn't even believe it was possible that he had come to hate the weekend because he couldn't see you , the way you move around the design studio, the way you insist on carrying the heavy fabrics around and the way you are sweet and kind to everyone made him love you more than he thought he was capable of .
Mitsuya came one day earlier than usual and saw you fixing a gang uniform, he asked you about it and you answered honestly, For the most part he was worried, he was worried you might get hurt but he knows you are capable of standing your ground.
It's your life and he can't pull you away from it just like you can't do to him , so you made a promise that what happens in the gang life stay there but outside of it they can do whatever they want .... in the end you were made for each other
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Newt Scamander Headcanons (meeting him and falling in love, Male!Hogwarts! student edition)
So I finally had an idea and time to write, here's some headcanons I managed to scrounge together before the lack of motivation steals my ideas. This is a masc-aligned reader but no specific pronouns are used, I hope you all enjoy this!
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!
God, he’s adorable
Legit the sweetest person ever
And he absolutely loves you
He is quite utterly smitten with you
(For the sake of plot-)
He met you at Hogwarts and has damn near been hooked since day one
During the sorting ceremony, hearing his name you couldn’t help but giggle
I mean, Newt is not exactly a common name, nor is the last name Scamander
But it was a rather respected name at Hogwarts given his older brother’s record as a prefect
For the entirety of your first year, you two were in every class together
Not just potions or beasts together
Every
Single
Class
Potions, beasts, defense against the dark arts, flying, magic history, herbology, charms, astronomy, and even transfiguration together
He would always pay the most attention in beasts and defense against the dark arts
While you could only pay attention to him
He always got so excited during beasts when the professor would pull out a new creature for everyone to meet and learn to take care of
And he was very good with them that the professor often gave extra points to Hufflepuff because they liked Newt so much
You were okay with beasts, nowhere as good as Newt but good enough for straight A’s in the class
Growing up together it was almost inevitable that you two fell for one another
Spending every class together in your first year, then more time outside of classes the next several
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get the courage to ask you out
Any time he’d try he’d just get too nervous and start glancing at his feet and the walls before brushing it off
You of course were not going to give up on getting this man
Any time you had the opportunity, you’d flirt with him
It was always adorable how red his cheeks and ears would go when he’d realize what you were saying
Sometime in your 6th year there, you managed to get him to walk with you to the lake
Precisely one of the old Willows near it
“Newt, are you alright? You look a bit red in the face”
“Oh, um, yes I’m fine, just a bit cold out today, and I forgot my scarf in the dormitory”
“Here, have mine, you clearly need it more than I do”
He didn’t even get a chance to protest before you wrapped it around his neck and made sure it was snug
“There we go, nice and warm”
He ducked his head into the scarf to “hide” his blush, although he did a poor job of it
“Thanks…why did you ask me to join you at the lake, it’s far too cold to go swimming”
Standing beside the tree you took a deep breath
“Well, I…I wanted to ask you something Newt”
He nodded his head and hummed in acknowledgment
“We’ve known each other since our first year, and you’ve always been a wonderful friend to me, but, I have realized that I like you more than just a friend… and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my boyfriend..”
He stood there wide-eyed and shocked, he never expected you to reciprocate his feelings, let alone confess first
However, his reaction made you start to think he didn’t like you back and you immediately began to back-peddle the conversation
“Well of course you don’t have to say yes and if you’re uncomfortable knowing that and being friends with a queer like me you can leave and never look back, only makes sen-”
He cut you off before you could continue rambling by pulling your face to his and kissing you
Now it was your turn to be shocked
Unsure of what to do, New pulled back and started to pull away from you, worried he went too far
Only to get pulled back in seconds when you processed what was going on, kissing him back and much better this time
From that day forward, you two somehow became even more inseparable
I’m sure Theseus was tired of hearing about how much Newt loved you and missed you by the end of the summer between your 6th and 7th year
Good thing that he didn’t have to go back and deal with it all in person
Some of those Hufflepuff students have seen much more than they bargained for
#newt scamander#newt scamander x male reader#newt x male reader#newt scamander x reader#new x reader#newt scamander x gnreader#newt x gnreader#male reader#male reader fanfic#x male reader#mlm account#nblm account#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#harry potter#hogwarts#x gn reader#x reader
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Headcanon: Parent! Reader with Teen! Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa A/N: Ch 109 made me write this.
MASTERLIST
✧Dazai
⤷Humm I mean look at him? He screams attachment issues. I am pretty sure he hides the fact he wants affection, but lets be honest Parent's instant and He gets a hug.
⤷As a kid, he would be the type of person (kid?) who gets sugarrush just by taking one piece of candy. Lets be honest, the minute he eats one, its the time your whole house is covered in glitter and gold.
⤷He has difficulty opening up his thoughts, or rather, sharing his real views on anything, but I feel like he would have once in a while mental breakdowns and you can do nothing but hug your kid, and support him. (He is adoptive kay?)
⤷He LOVES whatever you make for him. He would be the type of person who would never skip a meal when it comes to you eating with him as a family.
⤷GIVE HIM HUGS PILLOW AND KISSES.
⤷A LOTS OF GOODNIGHT KISSES
⤷You read him a bedtime story. (You cant deny that)
⤷He once got kicked in his nuts as a kid, and honestly you cant blame the kid, your son's actions are questionable [PLEASE]
⤷You both will have Parent-son hangouts, considering how much you both tend to drift apart due to work.
⤷You once had a breakdown in front of him and he gives the warmest hugs.
⤷As he grows, (and you grow older) I feel like he would just randomly lift you from the floor and twirl you around.
⤷Also, he is the person who would prob come up to you in the middle of the night and say, "Mama/Dada I peed on the bed" (I cant stop laughing writing this)
(I wouldnt comment on his um depression cause cant we have a genuine fluff headcanon?)
✧Chuuya
⤷A pure good boy
⤷He doesnt like to disappoint you which is honestly cute and concerning
⤷I think he might as well get valadation issues.
⤷And anger issues. He is just built that way
⤷"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND MY PAIN" Phase
⤷Probably had a jewellery obsession phase in middle school. But you wouldn't blame him, everyone has concerning phases in middle school.
⤷You and him have movie nights.
⤷He gets annoyed when you give him a goodnight kiss on forehead, but secretly love it.
⤷As a kid, he would prob try to hide his crying whenever he got hurt, but you could see his eyes holding back tears. You just look at him and go over him, holding his hand while kissing it, saying the boo-boo while go away. (He thought you had magical kisses to heal wounds till 6th grade)
⤷He might as well have nightmares, but that doesnt stop him from waking you up at the middle of the night, (even though he will hesitate) and sleep with you.
⤷Kid! Chuuya would probably love playing dress ups and now he regrets it because everytime he finds an old albumn, he will see himself in a pink tutu.
⤷He was once being bullied in school because of his height, and he kicked the guy in his nuts. #neverbeensoproud You gave him icecream as a treat.
⤷You accidently caught him drinking wine when he was a teen in highschool. Now you have two options, either go bizzare or drink with him.
✧Akutagawa
⤷ 10/10 had an emo phase in middle school
⤷You once opened his music app and well you know...
⤷He doesnt like when you waste money on him, like why are you even buying him merch of his favorite band??
⤷He doesnt speak much with you, he is a quite kid of the school.
⤷He aces his test, like full?
⤷Yeah even he got validation issues, but severe.
⤷Okay but why can I imagine him as a kid, he would probably enter your room in the middle of the night [he gets scared or nightmare occurs] and just stare at your sleeping figure questioning whether to wake you up or not. Ofcourse, being a parent you became a light sleeper, so imagining your kid staring at you at the middle of night is something-
⤷He believes EVERYTHING you say. Monster in the closet? Monster under bed manifesting if he doesn't sleeps? YES EVERYTHING.
⤷My little baby just needs a lots of hugs.
⤷Okeh buts its honestly so sweet of him to try bake a cake for you when its your birthday.
⤷He can cook, he can clean he can cough
⤷He would randomly come to you and give/get a hug from you while you try to process why your 'don't touch me' kid was hugging you
⤷He might as well be stealing eyeliners from you or buying it secretly.
⤷Also you regret opening his search history. (Don't ask)
A/N: AHHHHH I know this is like short and stuff but I literally have angst ideas at the moment and seeing the fandom condition i am speechless. I mean you all just made #bungou stray dogs trending on tumblr. P.s Chapter 109 made me loss my ability to write.
#bungou sd#bsd dazai#bsd manga#bsd headcanons#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs spoilers#dazai#dazai x reader#dazai osamu#dazai hcs#dazai fluff#bungo stray dogs dazai#bungo stray dogs headcanons#port mafia#osamu dazai#dazaibsd#chuuyabsd#bsd chuuya#bungou stray dogs chuuya#bsd headcanons dazai#chuuya x reader#bsd headcanon#akutagawa imagines#akutagawa ryuunosuke#bsd akutagawa#bungo stray dogs akutagawa#akutagawa x reader
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Please understand how passionate I am about this. Please imagine the following:
Ambrosius who has been told all his life what to do, how to act, what his purpose is, who was told that he obviously would present Alpha because of course he would, he's Gloreth's decedent, he's the perfect knight.
He meets a shy, sweet boy from the streets who's both humble and devastatingly clever, who sees him as HIM, and they become best friends. Ballister who doesn't care about his status, who makes him strive to be better than he was, the best he could. Who gives him a safe space to not worry about his "destiny", who he in turn protects fiercely from those who keep trying to tear Ballister down. Ballister who shows all signs of probably presenting Omega, or at the very least Beta, with his soft-spoken and quiet demeanor. Others see them an while they don't approve of Ballister's commoner background, if they end up as an Alpha-Omega pair then that's at least acceptable.
They grow up together as best friends and boyfriends who decide they won't care about how the other presents, they're still gonna stick together. They're gonna be together.
Then Ballister presents as an Alpha, and it's great! Ambrosius is so happy for him! It means that others are going to start taking him seriously!! That they'll start to consider Ballister as someone worthy (which he thinks is kinda fucked up but they can try and fix that). Alpha-Alpha pairings are not uncommon and while it's kinda annoying that suddenly people are trying to flirt with Bal, he chooses Ambrosius every time.
Then Ambrosius presents as an Omega. And things get a bit tense. Nobody was really expecting this, but that's okay. This can be worked with. His family and the Institute start looking into how they can use his status to their advantage. He's still Gloreth's Heir and he's still one of the best knights of his generation. He's still useful.
Ballister has been hesitant but still accepting of Ambrosius. He says he doesn't want Ambrosius to think he's like everyone else, though, not like all these other Alphas who keep trying to get Ambrosius's attention just because he was an Omega.
Ambrosius had already decided long ago that Ballister was going to be his mate, damn every one else and by Gloreth's Name he ain't backing out now. If he was protective of Ballister before, he's doubly more-so now, especially with the snide comments they keep getting from the other in-training knights. He's beat the shit out of more than one person who says that Ballister is just trying to marry his way into royalty and Ballister keeps telling him to stop that, its okay, don't mind them, I've had worse-
And its frustrating for his family and the Institute's plans because he doesn't act like they want him to, he doesn't act like the Omega they see him as now.
And that suits him just fine. Ambrosius doesn't want to be their pawn anymore. He has the best Alpha he could ever ask for; one that's sweet and kind and clever and brave and loves him for him.
(And also it's fucking hot as hell when Ballister's infinite patience finally runs out at the like 6th random other Alpha of the day comes up trying to start a courtship with Ambrosius and just growls in the most possessive-Alpha-like way Ambrosius has never heard from him before and it makes his knees go weak and he has to drag Ballister home right now immediately before he floods the street.)
#ballister x ambrosius#goldenheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister boldheart#nimona#nimona 2023#suggestive#tl;dr - ambrosius is so gay for ballister you have NO idea
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Happy birthday to the Hamefura series ! Bonus short story :
July 6th has been the day of the 10 years of the series so Satoru Yamaguchi published a new short story on her blog. Please enjoy.
"Happy 17th birthday. Here's your present."
Acchan gives Monkey girl a paper bag with a ribbon on it. She happily thanks her and asks her if she can open it, Acchan tells her to do it.
Monkey girl opens it and finds a keychain of her current favorite anime character came with an acrylic stand and other items.
She is incredibly happy because she didn't have any goods yet and was saving money little by little, so she never expected to receive this much.
Acchan tells her with a fearless smile that she actually searched and collected them in a lot of different stores.
Monkey girl jumps from joy and thanks her, and promises her she will definitely cherish them.
Acchan tells her with a smile and it was worth visiting all the stores to see her so happy. Monkey girl thanks her again and hugs the present tightly.
Acchan asks her if she is going to have a birthday party at home, Monkey girl says yes ; her mother will makes lots of her favorite foods, she asked her dad to buy her a new game and her eldest brother will buy her a cake on his way home from work. Acchan asks about the second brother and Monkey girl answers that he will probably just give her another cheap kid's toy and that'll be it.
Acchan asks her what she got from him last year and she angrily tells her that she got a menko* ( a set of japanese cards game) from a cheap store from him. She can't believe he gave his high school sister a menko as a birthday present and told him to buy flowers instead. She concludes that he will never be popular with girls like that. It makes Acchan laught.
"But didn't you say that you gave your brother something similar in return for his birthday ?"
Monkey girl answers that she gave him a dress-up doll from the same cheap store. Acchan bursts out laughing, holding her stomach.
After a while, her laughter calmed down and they say goodbye to each other before Monkey girl heads home.
When she gets home and heads through the front door to the kitchen, she smells something delicious, her favorite foods were already lined up there.
She reaches out her hand but her mother hits it and tells her to wash her hands and to get changed while waiting for her brothers and father to come back for eating.
Monkey girl thinks it would be horrible if she makes her mother angry and doesn't get to eat the delicious feast so she obediently does what she was told to.
As she finished getting changed and was on her way to the kitchen, her second older brother came home. She greets him but he just pushes something onto her, then quickly leaves and goes to his room.
When she looks at her hands to see what she had been given she sees flowers wrapped in plastic with a ribbon.
She cries out in surprise that this time he gave her flowers and not toys, and her mother pops her head out of the kitchen. She tells her it's a lovely present. Monkey girl agrees but she never expected that he would actually buy her flowers like this because his choice of gift last year was a mess. Her mother explains that he did that because last year she got mad and told him that he should rather buy flowers for a high school girl.
She agrees she did that but she didn't think he would actually buy them for her.
Her mother tells Monkey girl while smilling that she chose them carefully so it's her flower.
Monkey girl looks at the flowers in her hands.
Catarina wakes up at someone's voice and finds herself in a large room filled with fine furnitures. Due to the dream she had just had, for a moment she didn't know where she was.
But as she watches Anne, her maid, getting ready for her, her mind starts moving.
This is her room, Catarina Claes's.
She's not "that" person anymore.
Anne tells her with a smile that everyone have been in high spirits since this morning. For a moment Catarina ponders about it and Anne remembers her that today is her ninth birthday
That's right. Today is her ninth birthday.
She regained her memories of her past life at the age of eight, and that day she turns nine.
She was quite confused when she first regained her memories, but she's slowly getting used to her current world.
However, when she has dreams about her past life like the one she just had, it still makes her feel uneasy.
On her 17th birthday in her previous life, she celebrated it with her best friend and family, and received flowers for the first time.
She ended up not being able to return the favor for the flowers.
Anne looks at her worriedly and asks her if something happened, Catarina shakes her head.
She needs to change her mind, she is Catarina Claes now.
She tells Anne she is just a bit sleepy and that she will get ready for her birthday party.
With Anne's help, she gets ready, and after receiving news that the party is ready, she heads to the venue.
Her father had planned to have a grand party this time, but due to her refusal and her mother's advice, it was decided to have a small, intimate party for just family members. However, it was a duke's house, so a large room was decorated, and the party venue was much more impressive than she had imagined.
The servants, her family, and even her fiancé, Geordo, were all smiling.
"Happy birthday"
They greet her with a "Welcome !"
The vague feeling of unease that had remained in her chest due to the dream also begins to fade away.
"Happy ninth birthday, Catarina !"
Her father gives her a huge number of presents.
Anyway, she accepts them and thanks him.
"Congratulations, Catarina. Read this and do your best to become a proper lady."
Her mother hands her a huge amount of etiquette books.
She didn't want to accept them, but she forced them on her with a menacing look in her eyes.
"Congratulations, Catarina. Here's your present."
Geordo hands her an expensive looking box.
When she received it and looked inside, she saw that it was a very expensive looking necklace with jewels on it, so she tells him she couldn't accept the gift and gives it back.
However, he seemed a bit down and said he really wants to give her something as a present so she asks for watermelon seedlings.
Geordo rolls his eyes, then chuckles and agrees .
"Big sister, happy birthday, here's a present for you."
Saying that, Keith gives her a bouquet of flowers.
"This is ……"
"It's an early-flowering plant, but it blooms in the summer facing the sun, and I thought it would suit you "
"Ah, this flower was blooming in the castle garden the day I first met you, Catarina . This bright yellow certainly suits you."
"You picked these flowers carefully too. It's your flower, isn't it ?"
The words of her mother from her past life comes back to her mind.
"Big sister, what's wrong ?!"
"Catarina, are you alright ?!"
Seeing how panicked the two of them were, she suddenly comes back to her senses and notices tears streaming down her eyes.
"Does it hurt anywhere ?"
"Did something bad happen ?"
She shakes her head at the worried-looking pair and tells them, smilling, she was just very happy when they told her the bouquet suits her so they were just tears of joy.
The two of them look relieved.
She's no longer --- She is now Catarina, but she was given the same flowers again, just like back then.
And they said it suited her.
She hugs the bouquet of sunflowers she was holding tightly.
She feels like a nostalgic scent was stimulating the depths of her chest.
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How Tokio Hotel members would be in Hogwarts
idk why no one has thought of this but thanks to my irl, this idea has been rotting away at my brain (these ain't my gifs ya'll)
Bill Kaulitz
I know some people might disagree but Bill is a Slytherin, HEAR ME OUT
he is ambitious, cunning and highly persuasive
He is definitely one of those students that no one really knows why at face value why he got into his house
People presume, if he isn't in uniform, that he is a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw
He takes his passions and ambitions very seriously and is willing to overwork both himself and sometimes unintentionally, the people around him to reach his goals
I feel like he hates potions and transfiguration but loves more easy going subjects like Care for Magical Creatures and Divination
He probably likes the idea of Defence Against the Dark Arts but hates the amount of essays required
Bill took Astronomy because it looked and sounded cool but after he saw the graph paper on his table during the first lesson, he has been trying to drop it ever since
No one believes that him and Tom are related let alone twins, people just thought that their last names were a coincidence
Very personable so I think he would be quite popular amongst students but his dislike for too much authority doesn't make him too popular amongst professors teaching subjects he doesn't like
Professors teaching subjects he is passionate about however, LOVE HIM
always doing random extra studies just because he wanted to and for extra credit
The type to not study and fail for subjects he hates
But will still pass even if he didn't study when it comes to subjects he likes
Likes to watch Quidditch matches to support his friends but will rather die than get on a broom
Barely passed Flying in first year
Is that one friends that knows everything about everyone in Slytherin and surprisingly, Hufflepuff (why? even he's not sure)
Has gotten so many detentions because of going against dress code
He bedazzled his robe and tie with fabric pens, bleach and rhinestones and never changed them back no matter how many warnings he got
He got asked to the yule ball by a Beaubatoux boy and istg Bill laughed at first thinking it was a joke
When he realised the guy was fr he said he would think about it and get back to him
He literally put off thinking about it until Tom and Georg sat him down to talk about it so he could finally make a decision
Bill said yes to the date literally three days before the ball but mumbled it so fast and left so fast that Gustav had to repeat what Bill said to the boy
Tom Kaulitz
Tom would be a Gryffindor.
Do I need to elaborate?
okay I probably should
He is less outwardly warm compared to Bill but he is more reliable
Tom is a loyal mf especially when it comes to his friends
However, he is in Gryffindor because he is very much willing to take a leap of faith
He is impulsive when it comes to a lot of things especially when it comes to school life
Went to Quidditch tryouts during second year as a dare from Georg and Bill with neither expecting him to do well
Bitch came out of tryouts with a Quidditch uniform and an inflated ego
Plays chaser for Quidditch team, pretty good player and uses Quidditch practice as an excuse to put off every other subject
"Why isn't the essay finished? It was due three days ago"
"Quidditch practice..."
that convo happened on the last week of school and he fully thought the Professor would buy it
To say he sucks at Potions is an understatement
When he found out he could drop potions in 6th year he ran a lap around the Gryffindor common room
He goes to every house party and gets absolutely smashed
SO.MANY.RUMORS
He is surrounded by rumors, literally unless they are in his inner circle, no one really knows what is true or fake when it comes to Tom
People think he is some mean asshole that pushes people away from Bill but in reality he is just protective when it comes to who Bill mixes with since Bill is in Slytherin
Plays the student population's need to drama well so he is a traditionally popular type of guy
At some point he ends up ACTUALLY liking a girl and everyone doesn't recognise him, like he is stumbling over himself and begging to do projects for just a slight chance to do the project with her
Starts to show off more during Quidditch games like tries to do tricks
almost falls off his broom but he will deny it and swear to Merlin that he meant to slip off the broom
Georg Listing
he is a Ravenclaw you cannot change my mind
He isn't like the nerdy super studious type of Ravenclaw (but really is any Raven though?)
He is the seven cups of coffee in the morning, two hours of sleep a night and getting constantly distracted by small side topics when studying type of Ravenclaw
off topic but I think he would be a muggle born who just adjusted really quickly to wizard life??
He would be into Defence Against the Dark Arts and charms like the hands on subjects mixed with essays
He HATES herbology, he could never keep the plants alive no matter how hard he tried
No one thinks he studies like everyone writes him off as the guy who didn't study because he doesn't do homework but he does really well in tests
Horrible credit
Great grades
Georg doesn't really speak up in class unless necessary and I see him falling asleep during Astronomy class
Like when his voice dropped after puberty people didn't even realise it was him talking because he talked so little in class
OUTSIDE OF CLASS HOWEVER
he parties just as much as Tom but stays more sober just incase they come across Professors
Georg plays Beater for Ravenclaw after he was asked to go to tryouts
When Tom and Georg are on the field together it is a bloodbath, Georg targets Tom and only Tom
One of those lowkey popular students, think Cedric Diggory
always helping the guys study and convincing them to at least study a bit
He isn't a sought after guy as a tutor but will accept to help anyone if asked
Kinda scary looking and isn't as open as Bill nor as big a party animal as Tom so he isn't approached very often by younger students tbh kinda feared for no reason, Gustav makes fun of him about it a lot
When it comes to dating at Hogs he is very straightforward, think how Fred asked Angelina
Romantic enough for it to be endearing but not too much for it to be creepy to a random cute girl yk?
Is definitely a Quidditch player boyfriend if you get where I'm going like will make the girl wear his jersey at his game and would magically become a better player after getting into a r/s
Gustav Schafer
I know people will argue that he is a Hufflepuff but like bffr have you actually seen how he acts on Tokio Hotel TV??
Gustav would be a Gryffindor
He would be a Gryffindor in like a Dean Thomas kinda way
If Tom was Cormac, Gustav would be Dean
Becomes besties with the House Elves during first year because he got lost on the way to potions
Never went to Bill's dorm because he is scared shitless of the Black Lake and that damn squid
the muggle born that never got used to magic
Like he would be sorting out his trunk or cleaning his house and halfway through he remembers he went to fucking magic school for 7 years
BIG Quidditch fan
Paints his face and has merch like the whole nine yards
If Tom misses ONE shot during a game, he would not hear the end of it from Gustav for like a month
Refuses to use a quill
Will straight up in front of a Professor use a pen
He would not get an owl, Georg talks so much shit about it because they can't write to each other the 'aesthetic' way
Gustav just gives people his email/number
Naturally with that he isn't the best in DADA or Transfigurations but he would be good in Herbology and Arithmancy
Throws Tom under the bus SO OFTEN
That's why everyone thinks he is so sweet and innocent, he would push Tom into the way of a Professor on the way back to the common room from a party
Sends Howlers to his friends as pranks
He doesn't know he's popular but he is popular and gets so many confessions every day but just shrugs them off
Like the confession letter could be from the hottest girl in their year and he would go
"Awe that's sweet"
AND MOVE ON
He is a sweetheart so he will ask a close friend to the Ball if he isn't interested in anyone
Even if he isn't interested in a romantic way he will still make it very cute and sweet to make his date feel special
If he is asking a girl on a actual date he would bring her to HoneyDukes and insist to pay for all her sweets
That's his big move, the HoneyDukes date (It's his thing)
(anyways so this is the first post of miiiine kinda long ngl)
#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel#tokio hotel imagine#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz imagines#georg listing#georg listing x reader#georg listing imagines#gustav schäfer#gustav schafer x reader#early 2000s#fanfic#harry potter au
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Class reunion - sub!Chris Sturniolo X Y/n (fem)
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my first post !!
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Y/N POV:
I’ve always liked Chris. Always, but especially since one day in 6th grade.
“Give me that back!!” he yelled at me.
“No, beg for it!” I start giggling at him.
Something changes in his eyes, almost like he just seemed in my control.
“Please. I’m sorry. Just please”.
My expression drops. He sounded so weak, like he needed something from me. He was quite literally begging. I immediately gave it back to him and he smirked at me, almost an evil smirk.
I still think about that day often. Especially when he has a certain look on his face. The look just screams pure submissiveness. His puppy eyes, his red pouty lips… oh my god. He makes me feel weak. I think it would be wrong to say I’m obsessed with him but I'm definitely obsessed with him. He’s just perfect and I just can’t deal with it.
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It’s our 4 year class reunion. It’s only been 4 years but when I show up, I feel like I don’t remember some people. I’m 21 now, and I guess everyone else is my age or older too. I came in a tight silky black dress and some brand new tennis shoes, nothing fancy. I do some fancier makeup though, just so I look nice for people. Though I never cared how I looked during high school.
“Hey y/n!” A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around and it’s my high school friend, Tessa.
“Oh my god, hey Tess! I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Ugh, I know! You look amazing, how’ve you been?” she asks, smiling at me.
“So do you! I’ve been good, everything’s going good.”
We talk for 10 minutes and then I go around to look at food and decorations. I run into a few familiar faces and give a short conversation. I decide to get some fruit punch just to carry around and drink while I’m here. I finish filling up my class when I turn around and bump into someone, spilling some of my drink on them.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”.
I look up at this person's face and realize it’s Chris. Chris Sturniolo. My school crush. I slightly blush at him due to embarrassment but also the fact that I’m right in front of him. He seems slightly pissed but he calms down.
“You’re fine, I know it was an accident. You’re y/n, right?” he says in a fun tone.
“Yea, and you’re Chris, right?” I already know who he is.
“Yup, surprised you didn’t call me Matt”. He jokes. God, I missed him.
“Couldn’t mistake you for Matt, trust me”.
He smirks and tilts his head slightly. “Oh really? Why not?” I suddenly freeze. I can’t just tell him I had and still have a crush on him, that’s so awkward. I realize I’m blushing so I disguise it with me being “nervous”. “Oh uh, you were just in a lot of my classes, especially in senior year.”
“Ohhh, right right. So, how’ve you been? You’ve changed… a lot”
I look a little confused. Have I really? I mean I was still going through puberty until senior year. My boobs got a little bigger and my face got skinnier along with the rest of my body and just a minor color difference to my hair. But god, Chris is realizing this? Does this mean he noticed me in high school too?
“Really? Thanks I guess”
“Of course… you look good” He says ‘good’ almost seductively. I want to ignore it but I just can’t.
“Thank you… you do too” I smile sweetly.
We talk for a little while longer and I play everything off well, almost no hints I like him. I’m still talking to him when I look down just to avoid eye contact.
He’s hard.
My eyes widen at the sight. I avoid eye contact at all costs to make sure he doesn’t know I know.
“Hey. Whatcha lookin at?”
Shit, he knows.
“O-oh nothing. Sorry” I laugh it off to avoid embarrassment. He walks closer to me. The 3 feet in front of me turns into a foot or less.
“I know what you’re looking at, sweetheart.” He whispers seductively. “I’m not fooling you, you saw what you saw. Neither of us can hide it now”.
I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m silent for a few seconds when his hand reaches up to bring my chin to look at him.
“I’m talking to you.”
“I-I.. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry sweetheart. Wanna help me with this?” He tilts his head down to look at his erection. I know what I want to say. But do I say it? I just nod dumbly. He chuckles and says, “Let’s go find a room then, pretty girl.”
We walk upstairs and Chris waves at a few people on the way. God I forgot he’s popular. We finally find a bedroom and Chris opens the door. The second we’re inside, He pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly. He pushes me back a little more so he can lock the door while still in the kiss. His tongue slides on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance to which I immediately obey. I whimper into the kiss only making him get rougher with me. His hands make their way up to my lower hips and he grabs them, making me whimper again. I can feel him smiling.
He pulls away suddenly. I look at him and his eyes are blown out, almost no blue is seen anymore. He looks needy, so needy.
“Awww you look desperate”. I say in a joking tone.
“Please” is all he can blurt out. I smile and kiss him, I’m taking all control. I kiss him rougher and he starts whimpering. God, it’s so attractive. After a minute, I pull away from the kiss.
“How about we lay on the bed? That okay baby?”
He blushes and his eyes get wider at the nickname. He nods eagerly. I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed. I sit on his thighs to straddle him. I look down to look at his eyes and he looks desperate. I grab his face and kiss him again but this time, I tilt my head a little to really get into the kiss and I can tell he likes this way more. My hand makes its way down his neck, to his chest, then right down to his bulge in his pants. I lightly palm over it and he inhales sharply at the touch. I start palming a little harder and little whines and moans come out of his mouth.
“Tell me what you want baby,” I tell him, looking in his eyes.
Something in his eyes changes in that moment.
“P-please suck me off. Please y/n.” He says in a whiny voice. I smirk and get on my knees in front of him. I motion for him to take his pants off and he immediately obeys. He takes his boxers off and he’s rock hard. I look at him to make sure he’s fully okay with this and he nods, looking down at me. Finally, I lightly stroke his dick with my middle finger and he squirms slightly.
I hold his thigh down with my open hand, “Stop squirming or i’ll stop.” He nods and immediately replies, “I-i’m sorry.” I stroke harder and a little faster with just my middle finger still and everything in his body is trying to stop him from squirming. I use my whole hand now and he moans quietly.
“Be loud, baby. It’s okay” I reassure him.
I start stroking him faster and he moans louder. “Y/n, pleaseeee.. o-oh please”
I look at him right in the eyes. “What Chris? What do you want?” He looks down right at my eyes and says, “suck me off.. please y/n/n”
Everything in me changes after he says my nickname while he’s begging for me. I immediately open my mouth and go for it. I start with the tip and he gasps. He’s trying so hard not to move at all and it makes me smile slightly. Then, I finally lower my mouth and bob my head up and down at a decent pace. He’s a whimpering mess at this point. He keeps saying shit like,
“Pleaseeeee… oh my god”
“So good baby, so good for me”
“Holyyyyy…”
I start bobbing my head faster and I suck a little harder as he’s moaning louder by the second.
“Y/n god… HOLY-“ I cover his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up, Chris. Do you want everyone at our goddamn class reunion to hear you moaning for me?” He shakes his head aggressively. “Yea, I didn’t think so.”
I move faster and he’s a mess. His eyes are watering, he’s sweating, whimpering non stop.
I keep doing this until finally I let go. He whines at the loss of contact, I finally take off my dress and reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. His eyes almost immediately look at my tits and he’s in awe. I stand up to take off my black lace panties and he whimpers at the sight.
“God please y/n.. I need you, all of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous” I blush.
“Thank you chris..” I straddle his thighs, right below his dick. He looks directly in my eyes with desire and I lift myself up, right above his dick.
“How badly do you want this, Chris? Tell me baby.”
“So… so fucking bad y/n. God, please baby. Please ride my cock…” His little whiny voice is so sweet, I can’t say no.
I finally lower myself on his cock and he throws his head back. “You're such a good boy… right? My good boy?” Doe eyes. He gives me straight doe eyes. “Y-yes y/n. I’m your good boy, only yours”.
I finally bottom out and kiss him while I wait a minute to get used to this feeling. Once I finally get used to it, I start bouncing slowly.
“H-holy shit.” He exhales. I whimper slightly at the good feeling.
I start bouncing faster and harder and Chris is a fucking mess, this guy doesn’t shut up. He’s whining or whimpering every second, begging me to keep going. “Please, baby. Don’t stop now, please…” “I’m not gonna stop Chris. Calm down, sweetheart…”
I bounce harder and kiss his collarbones while doing so. His legs start shaking and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Y/n… f-fuck I’m.. I’m so close…”
“Yea? Be a good boy and hold it for a little while longer”. I don’t want to sound rude, I just really want us to enjoy our orgasm together. “P-please… please let me cum”
“Almost baby.. it’s okay, almost.”
Tears fall from his eyes as he grabs my hips hard. “P-please!! God y/n/n. PLEASE” His legs shake, indicating he’s so close. “Y/N I NEED TO CU-“ He cuts himself off with a moan while releasing inside of me. I follow with my orgasm a few seconds later, moaning his name quietly.
I slow my actions down, letting him finish. “F-fuck y/n. I’m so sorry… I-I couldn’t hold it…”
I grab his jaw to force him to look at him. “It’s okay baby. I know… I know it was hard.” I grab his face and kiss him sweetly, reassuring him. “You did sooo good for me, Chris. So fucking good” He blushes at my compliment.
“Let’s get us cleaned up” I say, walking to the bathroom to get a wet towel. I cleaned us up for 5 minutes and we lay in bed for a few minutes. We both get our clothes back on and walk out. Yes, my dream with my goddamn crush came true. When we got out, no one looked like they knew what happened.
Until…
“You dirty little whores.” Nick looks at us both, disgusted.
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