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hi! can you do a fic or hcs about Neville having a crush on his male best friend? like they're both kinda unpopular losers so they've stuck together throughout the years and Neville tries to hide his feelings for him because he's shy and nervous it'll ruin their friendship (maybe some internalised homophobia or fear since it's set in the 90s who knows)

(thank you!!!)

Hi, hi! I like this idea a lot. I hope that you will like it :) (I also forgot that Tumblr exists, so sorry for the long wait)

Being friends is easy, at least most of the time. You get to be with your favourite person. You can talk to them, tell them anything, and always come to them when you need help. And they will always help you because you are friends. But when does that line cross? When does friendship become something more? And what is that something more? Why does it happen? To whom and where? What actions can be considered friendship, and what is the other thing? How can you tell if something is more than a friendship? How can you stop seeing someone as your friend and maybe something more? How can you love your friends without loving them with all honesty? How does it work? Why does it happen? And why does it happen to Neville?

You two have been friends for a long time, two boys standing together against all the rest of the world, it seems. You two always have stuck together, always been together, from the first moment you saw each other. Is that destiny? Is that a provided friendship? Is it more? Who knows? But to Neviile, it felt like fate. It felt like you got brought to this world for him and him alone. Is that something more than friendship?

He has always been in awe of you. You were the most fantastic person he had ever known! Or at least the one he had ever known. He never had a lot of friends. But that didn't matter to him because you were the greatest. You were his ideal of a brave person, a brave young man who faced lots of difficulties in life. Yes, you had moments of failure and sadness, but they never held you back. You had people who disliked and openly disgraced you, but you didn't care about them. But, most importantly, you never turned your back on Neville. You have always been there whenever he needed someone. And that was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever done for him.

You and Neville. Neville and you. It was such a thing for Neville to have you as a friend. He was always grateful for your time and company, for your compassion and loyalty. Neville had never experienced those things and was so happy you gave them to him! But maybe he liked you so much because you were the only one. The only one who was kind to him. The only one who was his friend. But then again, he didn't have a problem with that. He was the happiest to call you his only friend, his only, his only boy, no one else’s.

And Neville was happy. Very happy.

It was so natural for you two to hang out, and talk to each other about everything your minds could understand and see, sharing moments of vulnerability and trust in ways that many people wouldn't understand. Neville felt like you were his safe place, his home, his boy that he could always nuzzle in a warm embrace that felt true and tender. Neville slowly started to wonder how your lips felt and how they could kiss his, how would you kiss him? But that's just theoretical speculation, nothing real.

You two would often sit together on the school’s porch, talking and smiling together, sharing soft glances and brief touches that seemed accidental but felt like held secret intent. Neville would feel his heart beating faster in your presence, loving your smile, your voice rumbling deep in your chest that echoed sweetly in his eyes, your delicate eyes, skin, and hair, all so inviting and warm. Almost as if they belonged to him alone, as if he was the only one to understand the meaning behind every little detail of your features. He almost wouldn't notice some Griffindors passing you two to only stop and stare, perfidious grins on their lips and eyes glaring at you two with malicious goals. Neville and you only noticed them when they started to speak, their voices loud and ridiculous as they started to call you two “fairies”, sitting next to each other like two girls. Neville felt his heart clench in his chest and his eyes remorsefully glanced down while his lips twitched, the laughter and giggles of the Griffindor students made him feel embarrassed. But then he was broken out of his shame when he felt your soft hand over his, your fingers gently intertwining with his making his mind ease and his heart breathe freely. He shifted his shy eyes towards you as you scolded the stupid Griffindors with confidence only you had, making Neville smile softly. The boys made a few more comments, mocking you two and the way you held Neville’s hand but they moved on, getting bored with harassing you both. Neville felt relieved, staying only with you again, safe again. You looked at him with the caring eyes that you'd often offer him and asked him if he was alright to which Neville nodded his head. Both of you smiled again, your hands staying linked between you two in a soft and gentle embrace and Neville was happy again with you. You leaned towards him and pressed a sweet peck on his curly locks, making him pause for a moment as he processed your gesture, his heart beating faster with hope. He smiled and kissed your head in return, causing you to chuckle happily.

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OMGGGGG can u do one where Draco has a crush on Gryffindor! Muggleborn!reader, but she’s a muggle born so he bullies her, so nobody finds out, and after one particular harsh insult, she breaks down and runs away and bumps into Harry (she’s besties w the golden trio) and he comforts her and they share a kiss, and the next day during breakfast, the whole school sees the pair walk in hand in hand, Hermione and Ron r teasing them and Draco is left feeling rlly guilty?

tysmmmmm

Hello, Hello

I enjoyed writing this (I’m working on other requests too, don’t worry :))

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Draco didn’t like you, he despised you. At least he had to. How would it look, you, a muggleborn, being with him? A majestic pureblood? Absolutely no. What would his father think? What would the people think? What would The Dark Lord think? He’d be despised and disowned, that’s for sure. But he secretly wished and hoped that one day he could be lovely to you. He secretly wished and wanted to be kind to you, he secretly wanted to make you feel loved and cared for. But his job is to make you feel horrible, helpless, disgusting because of the horrendous blood that pumps in your veins. How tragic.

And this day was no different, Draco found you, cornered you with his words and that disappointed, disapproving scowl on his face. 

„There you are, you filthy mudblood. Oh, how I was not looking forward to seeing you.” Lie. He couldn’t wait to see you. His heart was aching for it for the whole day, „What’s that? A potion book? You shouldn’t even be entitled to hold that, you disgrace.” 

It hurts, doesn’t it? You could feel how your embarrassment, rage, and frustration filled your mind and heart, you could feel how your throat tightened around your neck and your lungs flattened, making it harder to breathe. You looked at him, Draco Malfoy, standing in front of you with unspeakable hatred and contempt.

„Leave me alone, Malfoy. It’s not like you don’t have other ‚mudbloods’ to tease.” You said, calmly as for someone who’s getting insulted by a spoiled brat. No, he can’t leave you, you’re not just one of the mudbloods, you’re the mudblood. 

„Oh, talking back, are we?” He exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as he tilted his head, looking at you with wider eyes, „You shouldn’t be even allowed to talk to me. You shouldn’t even be allowed in this school. Your kind is a disgrace, disgusting excuses for wizards.” His face formed into a disgusted scowl again, his eyes caressed you up and down with contempt. How a muggle is so majestic, he thought, but he couldn’t tell you, not in a million years, he had to make his disgust for you known.

You sighed, annoyed and tired of Malfoy’s words as you tried to just walk away, trying to pass through him but no, he blocked your way and stood right in front of you, his eyes sharp with all the contempt he could muster.

„Where do you think you’re going, mudblood?” He asked in a lower, more threatening tone.

„My dorm room, now if you’ll excuse me.” You answered calmly again, not looking up at his face even, just trying to walk past him again. No, he grabbed your arm, his hand launching at it with a force that only a person full of hate could hold. You looked up at him and as you did his face was coming closer to yours, that scowl still there but something in his eyes changed. It wasn’t a big change, it was almost unnoticeable but you, someone who’s seen his disgusted face so many times, can tell that something’s different. His eyes were no longer sharp, his eyebrows lightly scrunched up, as if in an expression of desperation and small sadness. His lips were still a scowl and the corners of his nose were tight, tensed up, but you didn’t notice that.

„You’re staying here.” He said, his voice suddenly and surprisingly going softer, more delicate but still threatening, demanding. You both looked at each other for a moment in silence, trying to figure out what the other was thinking, what the other’s intentions were. He stared at you, at those eyes he desired to have for himself, at those lips he wanted to caress and kiss, at your cheeks that he wished he could hold and mark as his own. How unfair is this. How tragic. But you broke the moment of magic by shaking your head, Draco’s thoughts came back to reality and he had to pretend he was disgusted with you again.

„No, I’m not.” You said and snatched your arm away from him, walking away, your footsteps echoing and bouncing off the walls of the hallway, reminding him that soon they’ll disappear, that you’ll disappear. He can’t have that, he turned towards you again and his fingers brushed against your wrist gently, lightly, ghostly almost, as he desperately tried to hold onto you, to make you stay but you slipped away, continuing to walk, unaware of his hand, unaware of his feelings. He looked at you and his desperation mixed with his hatred for you, both of his feelings for you coming together in an honest, brutal rage. 

„Come back, you! Come back, filthy mudblood! You have no right to turn your back on me! You’re nothing but a fool, a disgrace, a disappointment, a traitor! Do you think someone will accept you in the real world? Hogwarts is only protecting you for a while, afterwards you’ll be alone in this world! You’ll have no one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to help you, just because of your filthy blood!” Just because of your filthy blood, he thought, just because you have to be disgusting, just because others see you as disgusting, he can’t admit that he sees you as beautiful, just because you’re beautiful he can’t deny your blood, „Your blood will never be forgotten! Your blood will always be a burden, and your blood will always be disgraced! You only deserve to be disgraced!” He yelled after you, your back turned towards him as if his words didn’t matter to you, as if they were just whistling of the wind. But his words did touch you in some way, you could feel how your heart started to tremble, how your face formed into a look of sadness and hurt, and how you lightly squeezed the book you shouldn’t be holding to your chest. What a horrible boy he is, can’t he give up already? No, he can’t. 

„No one will care for you, no one will love you, no one will ever treat you as you want them to, because you only deserve to be disgraced, disowned, harassed, hated. Your only meaning in life is to be destroyed.” He added and that broke you inside, how can he be so stupid and cruel? What’s the matter with him? 

You didn’t try to understand or care, you started to walk faster through the hallway, still feeling his presence behind you, wanting to get away from his judging eye. You felt how your heart trembled and beat faster with sadness and hurt, you felt alone and started to question if the words he said were true. Of course they weren’t, he wanted to tell you that, he felt ashamed and embarrassed for telling you this, not the truth, but he can’t go after you, he can’t go apologise, he can’t let you know. He just watched you, as you slowly but surely disappeared after a turn in the hallway, hearing only how a small sniff echoed through the cold walls.

You felt tears choking you, you felt how your lungs shrank and suffocated you. You felt how heavy your steps were, how fast they were getting, and how your lips twisted into a frown. Draco has always been nasty to you and you tried your best to just ignore him, let him insult you and then walk away as if it was nothing, let him have his immature fun. But this time it ached your heart more than usual to hear him say that. And that mare soft look in his eyes for just a second made you feel even worse. You sniffed and sniffed, wiping your tears as quickly as you could when they fell down your face to not let anyone who could be in the hallways see them. You kept your eyes on the floor so no one would notice how glassy they were, you didn’t look up to see where you were going, just walking ahead as you felt how much your head was a mess of emotions, guilt, and anger. Everything in you boiled and you suddenly felt a force in front of you making you stop and stumble a few steps, your heart almost stopped and jumped in your chest.

„Oh, sorry— Y/N, it’s you.” You heard a familiar voice and felt a little better. You stood on your straight feet and finally looked up at the face of Harry Potter, „You… What has happened? Are you alright?” He asked, his brow narrowing a little in concern as he saw your glassy eyes and slightly redder nose, not the most flattering look on you. You shook your head at the beginning and wiped your eyes quickly.

„I’m alright, don’t worry.” You tried to deny your tears and gave him a small, forced smile but you could tell he wasn’t buying it, he tilted his head as he looked at you intently, he knew your honest smile too well to notice it.

„No, no, something’s not alright. You’re sad, Y/N, what happened? Can I help you?” He asked again and took a few steps towards you as you sighed and glanced down, trying to figure out what to say next.

„It’s nothing, Harry, really. You don’t have to worry.”

„Well, I do worry. I am worried, I don’t see my friend usually with teary eyes. You can tell me, Y/N, I’d like to be a good friend to you and help you.” He said as he tilted his head some more to be able to see your face as you glanced down. You focused your eyes back on Harry’s face and you could see the concern and care he had for you, the one Draco said you were so undeserving of. You didn’t want to tell Harry and be a burden to him but there was no point in lying.

„Draco told me a few new insults, nothing new.” You answered quickly, shaking your head dismissively and Harry furrowed his brow some more.

„I understand but you know not to listen to him.”

„I know.” You replied softly as you nodded your head and glanced down again, Harry still looked at you with concern and a bit of confusion.

„Then why—“

„I don’t know, it’s just been… A bit more personal this time.” You shrugged and sighed again, wiping the remains of your tears on your face.

„Personal?” Harry asked with a smaller voice as he watched you wiping your face, his concern growing, „Can you please tell me what Malfoy said to you?” 

You sighed yet again, feeling bad and uncomfortable about telling Harry this but he’s your friend, he deserves to know.

„He said that I don’t deserve love or respect because I’m a muggle. That I will be alone. He said that I didn’t deserve to be in Hogwarts, that I’m only a disgrace.” Only meant to be destroyed, you recalled Draco’s words in your head, the ache from them echoed in your heart.

Harry listened to you and nodded his head after your words, trying to think of something that could make this situation better for you.

„I see… Well, you know he’s lying.” He answered softly and you nodded your head.

„Yes, of course. But I can’t help but believe it, I am only a muggle, there’s not a lot of chance for me to be a great wizard.” You sighed in resignation and Harry tilted his head again.

„Don’t say that, don’t believe him. There are so many possibilities and potentials for you. You can���t just let Draco ruin them for you.” 

You nodded again.

„Yes, I know.” You replied shortly, your eyes wandering around the hallway as Harry still looked at you, his concern didn’t go away.

„Can I do something for you?” He asked a bit awkwardly as he shrugged, not sure what to do to cheer you up and make forget about Draco’s words. You stood in silence for a moment, not sure what to do either, everything felt so heavy. 

„No, Harry. You already did enough for me.” 

„Did I?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you expectedly, „You’re still sad. I don’t want my friend to be sad.” 

You sighed, still feeling unsure about all of this. You glanced at Harry and flashed a small smile to reassure him but that smile didn’t reassure you. 

„I am but—“

„So what can I do?” He asked again, taking a step towards you, „Do you really think that Malfoy’s right? You really believe him?”

You shook your head but you did believe in Draco’s words somehow, you still felt that they were adequate.

„I… Harry, this conversation shouldn’t be this long.”

„Well, I want it to be long, I want it to be long and make you feel better.” He answered and paused for another moment. This was a bit awkward, Harry wanted to help but he didn’t know how and you didn’t know either, you just went in circles all the time. You both stood there in silence, glancing at each other from time to time with unsure faces, everything stood still. Harry looked at you once more and an idea formed in his mind but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one, it might make everything even more awkward.

„Do you want a kiss?” He blurted out and you looked back at Harry with surprise and shock.

„What?” You asked, Harry squirmed a little from the embarrassment, his eyes wandered off for a second and he brushed his hand nervously over his nose.

„Do you want a kiss?” He mumbled through his teeth as if it was a big secret, as if he was speaking the name of you-know-who. You still were a little caught off guard and confused by Harry’s proposal, would that make you feel better? You looked at Harry with confusion on your face, it was clear from your slightly furrowed eyebrows and your parted lips. Well, this is even more awkward, both of you stood there in another moment of silence while trying to figure out what to do.

„A kiss?” You spoke up and a small chuckle escaped your lips, making Harry look at you again with a bit of concern that you were laughing at him, ���I don’t know, are you sure you want to?” You asked as you raised your eyebrow at Harry and he shrugged.

„I don’t see any harm in that. I’d like to comfort my friend and if a kiss would do it then I have no problem with it.” He replied, making you smile a little in amusement which was a relief to Harry, he liked to see you smile.

„Ha? Well, friends don’t usually kiss each other.” You said with a bit of playfulness, your tone much lighter than before, which made Harry smile too.

„No?” He tilted his head, „But who cares about that? It’s just a kiss. Would it make you feel better?” He asked with care, not wanting to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. You thought for a moment, kissing your friend out of the blue is a bit weird but maybe you need a bit of affection right now? And is it really that important? You both know each other and trust each other, maybe a kiss shouldn’t be weird, maybe it’s only weird because you think so.

You shrugged after a while.

„Maybe, we could… Try?” You chuckled a bit nervously and awkwardly with a slightly sheepish smile which made Harry feel a little better that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. 

„Sure, we can try…” he answered and looked at you for a while, making you both giggle a bit in amusement as he was taking his time, like in a romance book. Harry took a silent breath to himself to calm down and approached you, making you smile with more amusement. He got close enough to you that the tip of the shoe touched yours, he slowly lifted his hands towards your face and you let out a small snort, not laughing at him or mocking him, you just couldn’t take this too seriously as a friend. Harry smiled a bit at your reaction and shook his head.

„Shut up.” He mumbled jokingly and you felt his hands slowly and carefully embracing your cheeks, his soft skin sliding smoothly across yours with a small brush. The touch was nice, comforting, and gentle, it was just what you needed. You nodded your head at his words, trying to compose yourself but you couldn’t stop your lips from smiling. Harry looked at you for a second before he slowly started to lean into your face, tilting his head to the side slightly in a bit dramatic fashion, making you snort again.

„Oh, come on.” He sarcastically rolled his eyes behind his glasses, „I’m trying.”

„Yeah, you’re really trying.” You chuckled and he shook his head in a joking disapproval at your behaviour, the smile still present on his lips.

„Shut up.” He repeated and without a warning, his face approached yours much faster than expected, his lips pressed against yours with force but also care, making the sensation pleasant and soft. You stood there for a second, processing and taking in the feeling of Harry’s kiss, your eyes still open as his closed. The moment lingered for longer as you gave in and leaned your head a little more into the kiss, reciprocating it tenderly, making Harry smile a bit more. You both stood there for a while, linked in the most intimate affection one could share, your lips softly and carefully brushing each other as if you two weren’t friends. You finally closed your eyes, letting yourself drown in the warmth you two were sharing, the gentleness and kindness, your one hand left your book and carefully landed on Harry’s cheek, making him hum quietly in delight at your touch. The scene was tender and loving, to your luck no one was in the hallway at the time but if someone saw you two it would be clear that there were a lot of feelings between you two. Finally, Harry gently pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes to look at your soft, peaceful face, your eyes still closed as you took a silent breath with your parted lips, the warmth of his lips still echoed against yours. Your hand still was on Harry’s cheek and his own hands were cupping your face tenderly, lovingly, his eyes taking in your features. You opened your eyes and looked at him, noticing how his cheeks got redder and how his eyes softened for you. You both looked at each other in silence before smiles starched out on both of your faces, your shared giggles and chuckles filling the cold hallway.

„Thank you, that helped a lot.” You spoke up with a lighter and happier tone than before to which Harry nodded with a smile, happy to see you smiling.

„No problem, Y/N. I’m glad it did.”

His hands still held your face carefully as if he had forgotten to let you go. But your hand stayed on his cheek too, both of you touching without a problem.

„My lips were chapped.” You remarked as you lightly pressed your lips together, feeling them a little rough after the crying. Harry raised an eyebrow.

„Were they?” He didn’t notice, he was much more focused on you and how wonderful it felt to kiss you. You nodded and felt how your face was dry after the tears soaked into your skin.

„And my face is dry.” You chuckled and Harry smiled even more, shaking his head.

„Doesn’t matter.” He replied, still holding your face in his hands, forgetting that he was your friend.

The next day everyone was filling the Great Hall as they continued their breakfast, talking and laughing together. Ron and Hermione were sitting together at your usual table, waiting for you and Harry.

„Did you see them the day before?” Asked Hermione the mouth-stuffed Ron as he ate eagerly.

„No,” he mumbled, „I haven’t. After me and Harry talked I haven’t seen him since.”

„What about Y/N?”

„Y/N?” Ron paused for a second as he tried to remember something, the girl in front of him looked at him with disappointment and disapproval, making him less willing to say, „I don’t know.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.

„Honestly Ronald.”

„What?”

At this moment you walked into the Great Hall, not alone, Harry held your hand bravely and gently brushed his thumb against yours as you approached the two sitting at your table. A few eyes turned to you, one of which belonged to your bully. A whisper here, a whisper there, and soon almost everyone in the room was looking at you two. But you and Harry didn’t pay too much attention to the others.

Hermione looked at you two as you got closer, noticing your intertwined hands and she nudged Ron in the shoulder, making him let out pretensions „Ow”. 

„Hey.” You said to them with a smile as you got close enough, Hermione raised her eyebrow slightly.

„Hey, Y/N, Harry.” She greeted you two as you still held hands, her eyes switching between you two, „You two seem… Closer than ever.” 

You glanced at Harry who gave you a small smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand.

„We do? You must be seeing things, Hermione.” You said, trying to brush her off as you sat down on the bench, Harry following closely after you, sitting next to you.

„Oh? Am I?” Hermione tilted her head and Ron chuckled as he saw you two.

„No, if anything, you two are not telling us something.” He said as he gave Harry a knowing smile at which Harry sighed silently and looked pleadingly at Ron, making him laugh out loud. As Ron and Hermione tried to squeeze out of you two more information you didn’t notice how you were being observed by a pair of eyes burning with jealousy. He was sitting far away from you to not notice him and why would you notice him? You were too busy with Harry. He observed how your hands stayed linked under the table, how Harry was leaning a little closer to you, how he was looking at you. That should be me, he thought as his face tensed up in his usual scowl but his eyes showed more sadness and hurt than he wanted them to show. He looked at you longingly, desperately wishing that you’d notice his gaze and glance at him, even just for a second. He’d be so happy. But you were turned away, not acknowledging him at all, as if his words didn’t touch you at all, as if you earned more than lost. His soul was on fire, he was boiling with jealousy, rage, and desperation. But he couldn’t do anything, you’re still a muggle, he can’t do anything.

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Harry Potter characters: Top or bottom?

Personal opinion!!1!1 (this is just for the funnies)

Harry:

— Switch

Harry can be both, he can be both dominant and reserved. Harry has a lot of repressed emotions so he does have to let them out once in a while and it can get rough. He does make sure that everything is okay and that he doesn’t hurt you but he can get too into it and sometimes he doesn’t catch himself on being too much. But he can also be very gentle and delicate when he isn’t overwhelmed by emotion. He wants to appreciate the moment and let himself feel all the love and affection between you two, it makes him feel so happy and special. He likes being treated and treat you, he doesn’t really have a preference it depends on his mood. He likes to take control of things but he doesn’t need to to feel good, he likes it when you are more dominant too.

Ron:

— Bottom/Switch

Ronald Weasley, the boy who doesn’t know what he wants. He thinks that he can be the dominant one, he pictures himself as one and he has the knowledge, but when it comes to acting on those things he is a bit reserved. When you take control, he feels a bit too giddy inside to stop you and is very enthusiastic to see what you’ll do. He’s happy that you’re willing to control him more, he wants to see it and it excites him, afterwards he can be a bit grumpy that he didn’t take the opportunity but that won’t last for long. He’s a sucker for love and affection, he can’t resist it when it happens. He can be more dominant, he does take control when he wants to but he’s much more happy to see you treat him. Not that he’ll leave everything to you, no no, he’ll absolutely do anything you’d ask.

Hermione:

— Switch

Hermione likes to have control, she likes the entitlement and power it gives her but she isn’t very greedy for it. She doesn’t have to be the dominant one but if you ask nicely she’ll do it with pleasure. Although she likes it more when you two work together equally, she feels more loved that way and it’s more pleasant for her. She does like it when you get more controlling, she observes you intently and will call you out when you do something that she doesn’t or does appreciate. She sometimes will literally correct you, after you do something she’ll shake her head and say “No no, that wasn’t right, let me show you” and then proceed to do the same thing to you with more ability to prove your mistake. She can be a bit competitive but not too often.

Fred:

— Switch/Top

Now, Fred is cocky and thinks he’s the stuff so he’ll most likely take control. That doesn’t mean he’s necessarily good at it, it can get a bit messy. He is skilled and it can be nice but he takes a lot of pride in the fact that he was the dominant one. He’ll tease you about it and provoke you, a bit cruelly but he’ll stop when your feelings get hurt. But when you take control, he freezes. He doesn’t know what to do, he’s clueless and looks like a deer in headlights. He does get used to you being the demanding one and starts to like it, a lot. He would be more willing to let you take control, not even trying to fight it after some time, he absolutely wants it. He will still tease you, even with you on top but his reactions are good enough to tell that he’s enjoying it.

George:

— Bottom/Switch

George is more mature about this than Fred, he takes it more seriously but that doesn’t mean he won’t tease you. He still considers this fun but it can be also more personal to him. Sometimes he’s focused on controlling you, sometimes he just melts when you treat him. He doesn’t mind being on the bottom, it doesn’t hurt his ego, he enjoys it and is in awe of your treatment. If you want him to be more dominant he’ll gladly do it, without a question, but if you’d like to take control he doesn’t talk back. He’s just happy that he’s sharing this experience with you and that means to him the most, he wants you to enjoy it so whatever you want is on your command.

Ginny:

— Top

She’s not messing around, she will pin you against the wall and control you like her puppet. She likes having control, she likes proving her strength, and it makes her feel good. She won’t be rough on you if you don’t want it but she’s not giving up that top spot, she is in charge. She does give you opportunities to be more dominant but not enough to overpower her. She can get more gentle if you want it, she doesn’t want to hurt you but she’s having more fun if she’s on top.

Neville:

— Switch/Bottom

Neville is nervous at the beginning, he doesn’t have a lot of experience, but when he gets it he’s more and more willing to engage in being more dominant. He’s not controlling, he always makes sure that you’re comfortable and that nothing is against you but when he makes sure that it’s okay, he goes for it. He can appreciate both being on top and the bottom, he likes it when you treat him, it makes him feel loved and cared for but he also wants you to feel the same way. He can get excited and get rougher if you like it, he may be a bit embarrassed afterward but he does enjoy being more dominant when he feels like it and you want it.

Draco:

— Bottom

Do you think this boy will take you? Do you think that this wet cat is going to control you? Nuh-uh, he’s going to crumble when you do anything to him, he’s touch starved. The smallest touches make him fold and whimper for you like a fool. He doesn’t like it of course, he doesn’t like that he folds and shows his vulnerability but it’s too good when you take control of him and he can’t stop you. He can try to take control but touch him anywhere while he’s doing it, tease him, or provoke him a little and he can’t take it.

Tom:

— Switch

You think that Tom Riddle is intimidated or threatened by being on the bottom? Of course not. His power doesn’t come from his position. His ego is big and he is determined to show you that he still has control even with you on top of him. He won’t even do much, he’ll let you have the power, giving into him like a fool you are, and he knows that he still is in charge. He won’t even provoke or tease you much, he’ll just watch you and give you small touches that will make you melt. And he does enjoy someone treating him, it makes him feel even more powerful. Whatever you do, he’s not impressed.

[cleake]

Comfort Game

Some Narrator comfort, I tried my best to write him in character but you never know

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Everything was not out of the ordinary at the beginning. You were playing the game with no interruptions and the Narrator had to just sit back and watch you do all the stuff that he didn't ask you to. You were ignoring his narration, you were doing your own thing, you were the player of the game after all. And that irritated him, his art was not being appreciated enough in the way he wanted it to be appreciated. Maybe you were just doing it against him, he didn't know, but now he was too frustrated by your disobedience that he just let you do the stuff you wanted to, who he was to tell you otherwise? Just a voice in a game. He kept silent against his own will. The Narrator watched you walking through the halls of the office, walking through the door he said was incorrect, stopping to look at the objects that were completely irrelevant in the story. Why were you behaving so stupidly? So irresponsibly? He was angered. The Narrator noticed you were walking in circles, with no purpose, no intention, no meaning. Like a blind rat. So stupid. When he saw you walk into the employee lounge AGAIN he had to say something, he had to express his frustration with you.

"Excuse me, but what. Are. You. Doing?" he started with a very monotone and harsh tone with a quiet growl behind his deep voice "'I've been here for..." his voice trembled at his last words as he tried to gather all the hours he has spent here with you "A very long time and you're not listening to me AT. ALL. What are you even doing? I suppose you not listening to me is nothing new but at least you tend to have a REASON to not listen to me. Now you're just wandering around, doing nothing, not interacting with my story, not giving anything from yourself to add something to this story. That is very impolite of you. I'm trying my best to make something here, to make a piece of art to be seen and played through PROPERLY. You're not giving me anything here. Who do you think you are to disobey my narration? You're just a player, you're just playing a game. A game that I HAVE made. You should be grateful, you know. I'm being very generous for you and you're treating me and my art like THAT. I'm very offended by your behavior, in fact, I think I won't be talking to you anymore, since you know my game better than I DO." He's very insulted, his voice sounds a little bit childish from the frustration, and he speaks through his teeth. He then does as he said, stays silent. Not speaking to you, just watching you play with frustration in his heart. How dare you be so ignorant of his efforts to make your experience of the game nice and interesting? Don't you want to know what he prepared for you? What kind of wonderful and powerful stories he has put you in? Based on your behavior you don't care. So he won't care too, he decided.

Your mindless wandering through the game stopped while the Narrator was speaking and the screen stood still with the image of the employee lounge, just existing, noting moving or making any sounds. If someone else was playing the game they would think that it has crushed, but both of you, You and the Narrator, knew that it wasn't. Both of you refused to do anything, you both stayed silent. How boring. You should do something. Why are you standing still? Only you know.

The Narrator wasn't going to break his promise of not talking, he was determined to let you know that he was offended and didn't care about your playthrough anymore. But he was curious about your disobedience. He wanted to ask you about it but he was offended after all, he won't be talking to you.

The silence continued to reign, the game went nowhere, you did nothing.

Suddenly the Narrator heard a sniff. A very weak sniff but it held a lot of sorrow. Oh. Wait, are you...

Another one rang out and the Narrator started to feel less offended and more concerned and slightly scared. Are you crying? What? Why? Since when? What has made you cry? Was it the Narrator's frustration? It isn't real, it shouldn't hurt you! He wasn't trying to make you cry, just make you realize your strange behavior. Now he felt bad and he broke his promise.

"Hey... Are you... Crying?" he sounded much gentler, caring, and concerned, his voice lowered and the growl in it was no longer there. A small silence fell again until the screen moved up and down, as in a nod.

"Oh." he stammered out, clearly ashamed now. He didn't know what to do, how could he do anything to help you while being just a voice? He thought for a while, not knowing what to do but he couldn't just leave you like this.

"Well... Why are you crying? Is it because of me?" He asked with hesitation, a little bit scared by that idea. Another silence filled the moment and the screen moved to the sides, swinging in protest at the Narrator's words. He sighed with relief, that's good to know "Ah, right. I was just asking to make sure to not speak of the truth any longer." he snapped a little bit, trying to get away from his concern about you but he was just pretending, keeping the image of the great and powerful Narrator. Another silence, now he feels sheepishly from his words, he shouldn't have said that. What if he hurt you?

"I-I'm sorry, I regret saying that." he started with a weaker voice, sounding gentle once more. He sighs and gives in to his concern about you "Why are you crying- Wait. Why are you playing the game while crying? What's up with that?" he asked with some confusion, genuinely curious as to why you were here while feeling unwell. Of course, you didn't answer, why should you talk to a voice from a video game? The Narrator took a moment to think of possible reasons why you were still playing. "Are you... Playing the game because it gives you some kind of comfort..?" he said sheepishly, not feeling confident in his question. What if that's not the answer?

To his relief and small shock, the screen moved up and down, confirming his question.

"Really?" he was clearly not expecting that, speaking a little bit slower from his surprise. You enjoyed his game so much that you would open it while feeling sad? It gave you comfort? Even when the Narrator was screaming and insulting you and your playing skills? How's that possible? What kind of a person you are to enjoy that? He felt both confused and kind of touched, you liked his game this much? He grunted, slightly awkward from this situation, he wasn't used to having such interactions with players.

"I see, right... Well, I'm flattered to know that but... I don't know what could possibly give you comfort here. I mean this is a plain office building, there are no pretty things to rave over. Maybe in some endings, there's some nice scenography I suppose. But what else can comfort you here? You die in this game, you are trapped in your own office, you have to suffer multiple times, you don't really get a happy ending. And you never get an ending, that's the purpose of this game. Does that comfort you? The idea of endless possibilities? Something that life cannot offer?"

The screen shook to the sides once more, denying the Narrator's words to which he let out a quiet hum in thought.

"That's strange. Is it the music? Does it comfort you? I do have to say that it is impressive but I never thought it would comfort someone while feeling upset."

The screen moved to the sides again.

"WHAT? Then what could possibly calm you here- the humor! You like the humor of it, don't you? Well, that flatters me, I do have a great sense of humor after all." the Narrator chuckled, getting a little bit ahead before your answer, clearly feeling confident and proud of himself. But that's not a correct answer either, you shake the screen to the sides once more and the Narrator's laughter fades away "Then I have no idea. Does the bucket give you comfort? I wouldn't be so surprised if it did, you looove it so much anyway." his voice turned slightly harsher as if he was frustrated with the idea of the bucket being a source of your comfort. But maybe it was, he never knew.

The screen shakes to the sides once more.

"I'm running out of ideas here, I don't know what else could-" his voice broke off for a moment, a sudden realization coming into his mind. He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it but maybe it was true? He felt a little bit of hope in his heart "Could it be... That I give you comfort?" he asked with even more hesitation, maybe it was true.

The screen finally bopped up and down and the Narrator let out a small gasp, feeling even more shocked than before.

"Wait, really? Me? I'm the one who gives you comfort? After all, I shout at you, I insult you and you feel I'm comforting?! I'm starting to worry about your sense of self-worth."

A silence fell again, a longer one as the Narrator was thinking of your answer, not knowing what to do with it. He started to feel bad for his earlier insults toward you, even through that you thought he was... Comforting. He couldn't wrap his head around this, how's that possible? Maybe you're lying or need help since you enjoy listening to him throw insults at you. But somehow that made him feel a little bit nice, you enjoyed his presence, at least he thought you did so.

"Eghem... May I ask you something?"

The screen moved up and down at the Narrator's question.

"Do you... Like listening to me? Do you... Tolerate my presence?" he asked with a bit of sudden insecurity, not believing that you truly liked being with him in the game. But your answer stunned him again, you've confirmed it "Oh. That's... Hard to believe." he sighed and kept silent for a moment more "Thank you." he added with a lot of unexpected warmth in his voice, he sounded very touched. It was a very important answer for him, he felt that it meant a lot to him.

"Hey, uh... I know this might not help you feel better but I'd like to try either way. Maybe you'd like to see some of my unreleased work? I feel that I'd like to share it with you. If that's okay with you." He wanted to comfort you more, be kinder to you, you're the player of the game after all. You could make mistakes, go against him or do your own thing and he had to accept that, and he felt that he might be willing to.

The screen jumped up and down, a lot more enthusiastically, with more energy and vigor than before which made the Narrator feel a little bit happier.

"Great! Alright, let's see what I can show you..." he mumbled, and a sound of paper ruffling together rang out "Ah, yes. This seems interesting enough. Allow me to show you an idea of mine that I've saved for you, I'm sure you're going to enjoy it." the Narrator said with a joyful undertone in his voice, almost giggling from the excitement. Then the screen went black.

𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

[cleake]

heyy i love your blog the fics are so cute!!! i wanted to kindly ask you if you could do a fic with neville? i love the way you portray him in your stories. usually others just write him off as sme shy weak boy but you portray him in such a special way, like yes he is shy but theres more to him than just loving plants and being inroverted, and i respect you so much for it. i was wonderng if you could do a big headcanon or fic centering around neville having a crush on the reader or him being the reader's boyfriend? i just miss him sm :(

Hello, dear. Your words made me feel very happy and appreciated, thank you very much. I would love to write more about Neville, he’s a very interesting character. So I’m back from the dead and my multiple months break from writing to give you some of this sweet boy. Thank you again, you’re wonderful <3

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Neville Longbottom having a crush on you

-Neville felt like an outcast. He felt that he didn’t fit in with how he was, how he looked, how he behaved, or what he was interested in. He had bad experiences with trying to make friends, let alone trying to find someone that would be special to him. He was rejected, laughed at, and ignored by his peers and he stopped trying to talk to others. He still wanted to have friends, people to like him and respect him but he just feels that won’t happen, that he was a lost cause. So he went on through the years in Hogwarts being only a background character, nothing important.

-Then you showed up. And it was amazing for him. You were amazing.

-When Neville noticed you and you noticed him it felt like something finally clicked, that something finally happened in his life, that he wasn’t alone anymore. He felt like a person, someone with will and importance. You made yourself memorable to him by just being a good person, by being a friend and someone who didn’t see him as a joke. He was overjoyed. He felt like he had something that could make people like him. You made him feel like he was nice, like he was good and worth everything wonderful. He finally had a friend.

-But after some time of you being friends, of you two talking about your interests without any judgment, you making gifts to each other, you making efforts for each other, spending your time together, Neville had a realization to make. He loved you, he liked you and he wanted to be the reason you keep on smiling. He was terrified at the beginning. He was scared and felt so alone with that thought and feeling of loving you. This changed how he saw your relationship and he felt like that was a bad thing. He started to see you in a different light and it made him feel guilty. He started to notice the way you smiled, the way you looked at him, the way you laughed, the way your hair fell around your face, the way you stood, the way your hands touched things, the way your eyes looked so peaceful when you read or looked at something important. Like him. It was such a wonderful thing to witness your beauty in the simplest things, he loved it. But it made him feel so bad for thinking that way, you’re friends. You’re friends. Nothing more. And maybe he had to accept that fact, maybe he shouldn’t look at you in that way. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe he didn’t deserve to do that.

-Neville was so conflicted with his feelings and thoughts toward you, his days were filled with admiring you quietly, punishing himself for doing that, and then feeling alone and powerless. His mind was focused on you, he was thinking about you. And it wasn’t only the administration, he thought about you and how you’d react to him having those feelings about you, he thought about how he was disrespectful for doing such things. He was sure you’d be angry, upset, sad, embarrassed, disgusted, disappointed if you found out. He was so scared. But he loved you so much. He couldn’t help but smile when he thought of you, when you were near when you complimented him, praised him, noticed him. He loved you. And there was no way in denying it.

-He felt so much love and appreciation for you, he just wanted to cherish you forever, treat you like a god, worship you. He knew he was a bit dramatic in his feelings but he loved you so much he couldn’t help it. He saw you as something pure, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, and enchanting, he had to feel this way. He had to give you all the stars in the sky, all the pearls in the ocean, all the sunsets and sunrises. He knew you deserved it. But he didn’t know if he deserved you. And it made him feel miserable in his loving you. He didn’t know what to do.

-But then you showed something that was close to showing romantic feelings toward him as well and Neville got so excited and so happy, but at the same time so scared and nervous. He wanted to tell you how he loved you, he wanted to scream it, he wanted it to pour out of him so you could see it, he wanted to give you his heart. He wanted to say it and it ached him to death. He wanted to let you know. He was so enchanted by the thought of telling you that he got brave enough to tell you, not even thinking if you agreed or not, if you thought of him as weird and embarrassing. He got to tell you.

-One day he run up to you, his eyes wide, his lips parted, his breath coming out heavily from the emotion and adrenaline. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with a glimpse of something in his eyes that you just caught from time to time. Now it was directed at you and it was visible, he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. He had to take a moment before he could speak. He didn’t care if anyone was close to seeing, he didn’t care if people were laughing at his emotions, he was here with you and that only made him feel safe. After a moment of him trying to find his words, opening and closing his mouth in hesitation and fear of saying something wrong he finally choked it out.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, shaky, and uncertain but it was said. He said it to you and he was worried. How will you respond? Will you be disgusted like he always imagined? He just realized what he had done to your friendship and that it won’t be the same after this. All that could save this moment was your response. And he was desperate for it.

-He loved you and he loved that you loved him. And it made him the happiest and the most grateful he ever was. He was ready to give you himself and his heart and you wanted it. That was the most beautiful thing to him. He was always overjoyed with you and you were a miracle to him that he’d protect and love to the end of his existence. He was ready to feel loved and appreciated, to be someone’s “one and only”, to be their heart and soul. And he always wanted it to be you.

[cleake]

Scrooge being iconic✨✨

Merry Christmas to you all, thank you for creating so much beautiful art, stories, and more in this fandom, it is truly something I didn’t expect to give me so much joy. Have a great holiday <33

Enjoy my silly edit of the skrunkly man <33

[cleake]

Concerns

I wrote this at midnight, so please excuse any mistakes. I just want to let this man know that he’s good, and maybe kiss his hand.

Warning: English is not my first language

You and Ebenezer had been living together for some time. At first, it was strange, because you two didn’t think of it much. You just moved to Scrooge's house after he offered you this opportunity. You’ve known each other for quite some time, you were there witnessing how Ebenezer had changed throughout the years. You were always by his side and he felt it was an understatement to call you a “friend”. You were there when he prepared a Christmas party for his close ones after years, it was so nice to see how happy he finally was. On that day he offered you to stay with him, and you accepted his offer. It was so natural for both of you, you didn’t think of it much. But after some time it struck you, maybe you two were not just good friends but none of you would admit it to themselves. You two spent a lot of time together, from the moment you shared breakfast to the late-night talks. You two walked around the streets of London, hand in hand, talking about everything you two could. Ebenezer made a lot of effort to show you how important you were to him, by buying you gifts, taking you to the places you dreamed of visiting, and listening to your every word. He felt so much warmth when he was with you, the smallest things about you made him tingle inside. He didn’t feel that way for a long time, and he was afraid that he would lose you too if he didn’t try harder. You were so good to him, so nice, peaceful, kind, empathetic, soft his heart would melt. He felt that he needed to be close to you, his hands wanted to feel yours, he wanted to give you everything, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever. But he was afraid of doing so, he didn’t want to scare you away from him, he would break if you left him because of his fault. So he enjoyed the image of you and appreciated every moment you two shared.

But you wanted to know, to be certain that this is only friendship. You didn’t want to have your hopes high for something that never was there.

You slowly walked to Ebenezer's door to his office, he was working this evening, leaving you as politely as he could. You felt like you would explode from uncertainty, you wanted to know now. You knocked on the door, and a muffled “come in” followed. You entered the room, seeing Scrooge's eyes already on you.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” he asked, putting his quill down. You walked closer to his desk.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Alright, I’m listening,” he said standing up from his armchair. You take a shaky breath, before speaking.

“Lately I’ve been feeling confused about our relationship, Ebenezer.”

Scrooge looked at you with raised eyebrows, something in his chest has risen. He was scared of this conversation, he thought you may want to leave. He would understand if you wanted to leave him for yourself, but he wanted to know if he did everything right.

“Yes…I see,” he whispered, gazing at the floor

“Please tell me how you see us,” you said, playing with your hands. The man’s eyes focused back at you, there was some kind of fear inside of them, and his breath sharpened. He slowly forced a smile on his lips.

“I truly admire you, Y/N. I see you as someone I can trust with everything, I know that you’ll listen to me and are willing to help me in any form. I think you’re an honorable human being, and I would be honored if you wanted to stay with me here.” he answered, putting his hands behind his back.

You looked at him with slightly frowned eyebrows.

“I understand that, Ebenezer. I know that. But I want to know… Do you see me as a friend, and if only as a friend.”

Ebenezer perused his lips and hung his head down.

“I am afraid to reveal my feelings toward you, Y/N.”

“Would you do it if I told you first what I think of you?” you asked, and Scrooge raised his head again.

“It would bring me some peace.”

You nodded slightly and took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“I have known you for years, Ebenezer, I saw every side of you, and I wanted every one of them. I learned that you were something I needed close to me. I think that you are a great man, I think you are a lovely man. I want to stand by your side and help you with my greatest efforts. I feel safe with you, I feel connected to you. I want you. I adore you, Ebenezer.”

Scrooge stood there, your words hitting him. His lips were slightly parted, and his winded eyes were focused on you, thin tears showing in the light. He bearly breathed, everything stood in silence. Finally, Ebenezer took a sharp breath, his eyes softening a little bit. He felt so much warmth, so much love it made his hands shake. Every thought that made him believe he was no good for you abruptly left him, with so much lightless staying in him.

“Oh… Oh, my dear.” he breathed out, slowly walking towards you, with his hands slightly raised. When he stood next to you, he didn’t know what to do, his hands were too tense to hold you, he just looked at you, a small smile on his lips. He forced his hand to lean over your cheek, but he stopped. With a sob, he collapsed into your arms, which made you jump a little bit. Holding the man in your arms you heard small sobs from him with muffled mumbling.

“Ebenezer,” you whispered, gently putting your hand on the back of his neck. He felt your warm touch on his skin, which made him feel so much at once. He was happy, truly, but he felt like he didn’t deserve this from you, your love, or your friendship. His forehead was resting on your shoulder, his fingers delicately grasped your hand, touching your skin slightly, afraid of bigger moves. You took his hand fully which made him gasp.

Ebenezer slowly raised his head and looked at you, tears falling from his eyes onto his cheeks. Your hand gently leaned on his cheek, wiping the tears.

“I’m so sorry.” he choked out, wiping his eyes from the tears.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, putting your hand on his waist “don’t be ashamed of me, I understand everything.”

Ebenezer smiled at you and laughed nervously, his hand leaning over yours, still afraid to touch you fully.

“Don’t be afraid, I truly meant everything I said,” you say, caressing his cheek.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he said, looking away from you “I just feel, that you may be too good for me to call ‘mine’.”

“I allow you to call me ‘yours’, and I will call you ‘mine’ if you agree to that.”

Ebenezer shook his head slightly, before coming into your arms, his own around you, hugging tightly as if you were to disappear at any moment.

“I-I love you,” he said trying to cover his tears.

“I love you, Ebenezer,” you replied, and pulling away from the hug you took his face in your hands. The man leaned to your touch, with closed eyes, enjoying how warm your hands were. When he looked at you, he saw how your eyes gazed upon his lips. You were slowly coming closer to Ebenezer, your noses touching. His eyes were focused on your every move.

“May I?” you asked when his lips were a few breaths away from yours.

“Please,” he whispered, closing his eyes. He felt how your soft lips landed on his, he gasped slightly at how it felt to have you this close. He felt like running away, but your touch on his waist calmed him down. Your lips slowly left him, Ebenezer slowly opened his eyes, missing the feeling of your lips. He looked at you, you were still close, holding him to yourself.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your hands in his, he brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. You smiled at Ebenezer, feeling full, with no concerns in you.

[cleake]

Netflix wants us to believe that sideburns are attractive

It’s working.

[cleake]

hi! hope you are doing well. can i request a draco x reader where he finally realises and accepts he is in love? talking to reader about and idk how its hard for him to express feelings? thanks! 💕

Hello, I’m very happy that you requested a fic! I’m not very close with Draco's character, I am not fond of him myself, but I would love to do this shot. I hope it will be alright, and up to your expectations. :)

Side note: If you have requests for Harry Potter please send them to me, I am back at my hp phase.

Warning: English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes or confusion.

He was very confused, this never happened before, why is it happening now? He has been close with other people, why does he feel different with you? You are not that different from others, he doesn’t see what could make him think that you were something more than them. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see you anymore, every time he saw your face, your silhouette, your hands, he felt an aching in his chest. He wanted to feel close to you, feel your hands on his, hear you say he is yours, that you liked him. But he saw that he could hurt you, wound you for life with his dark secrets, bad temper, and big emotions, that choked him. You were too important to him, and he would never forgive anyone, or himself if you got hurt, so he stayed away.

He thought it would pass away, that if he wouldn’t see you he would be free. But it only got worse, with you living in his head, and your voice calling for him at every moment. He wondered how long he could go on like this, avoiding you, but desiring your presence close to his. He felt like this would last forever, he couldn’t let his feelings out, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t say anything through his throat about his feelings. He was thought to hide himself and his wants. But he wanted to be better for you, he wanted to change his ways for you, try to learn something from you, and for you to be proud of him. At night it was the worse when Draco lay down in his bed with his mind screaming at him. He would think of you and feel how much he missed you, even though you were not that far away from him. But he felt like you were because of how he convinced himself that he would destroy you if he got closer again. But he felt a sudden and short light feeling in him while thinking one night. Maybe if he told you you would bring him out of this paradox, he was in. Maybe you could be there for him and try for him too. This thought made him sad but determined to try anything to feel a little bit better.

So he tried, he went to find you inside Hogwarts castle. The classes ended and students wandered around the castle, doing whatever they wanted. Draco was walking at a fast pace, looking for you everywhere. He finally stopped when he saw you sitting in the Great Hall, with your books on the table. He felt this familiar aching in his chest, but he ignored it this time. With a shaky breath, Draco walked towards you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked when he stood above you. You turn your head to look at the owner of the voice, and smile when you recognize Draco's face. “Draco! No, take a seat. I didn’t see you for a long time, did something happen?” you asked as Draco took a spot next to you. He was silent for some time, repeating things he wanted to say in his mind over and over. You start to get concerned. You put your hand on Draco’s shoulder. “You know you can tell me Draco.” The boy next to you moved his sad eyes to look at your face. Draco opens his mouth, his lower lip trembling. “I don’t know if you want to know.” “Know what?” you ask, frowning slightly. “What I want to tell you may push you away from me.” he looks away, hiding his eyes. You felt hurt by Draco’s words, he didn’t trust you? You were friends, right? What was it that he was hiding? And was it as scary as Draco said? “I want to know, Draco,” you answered with a serious tone of voice. Draco looks at you again. “I feel that I… I may have…” “Draco,” you say, replacing your hand off his shoulder to his back. “I may have, fallen in love with you.” Something in your chest has risen, your hand on Draco's back tenses. You sit there in silence, Draco lowers his head with a painful look on his face. “You have feelings for me?” Draco does not respond in any way, just sits there with blank eyes looking forward. “Draco, answer me.” “Isn’t it obvious?” he answers, still not looking at you. “I didn’t know,” you say quietly “why now? Why not earlier?” Draco closes his eyes. “I just felt like I didn’t have any changes.” “Why did you think that? I never give you any snigs that could make you think that." Draco gives you a side eye but abandoned your sight again. You sigh heavily, you two sit in silence, both sides not knowing what to say. You want to tell him that you feel the same, but something in his behavior makes you back down. You observe his face, his chin resting on his palm. He looks tired, sad, and occupied. You don't know what to do to comfort him. "I am sorry. I should not say that." Draco spoke. "Why do you feel that you shouldn't?" "I just shouldn't. It will destroy everything, and make everything harder again." he clenched his teeth, with his eyebrows frowning. You sigh, look at Draco, and with hesitation lean onto his shoulder. He feels how your head rests on his shoulder, and how happy it makes him, feel but does he deserve it?

"It's just hard, these feelings. I don't know how to cope with them, I know that I need to work with myself to get to that level where I can live with those emotions. But I just feel that I don't want to work with myself, I know I should but something is stopping me, you know?" You look at Draco, seeing how hard this is for him. You see how his hand wants to enclose with yours, but he's stopping himself. You reach for his hand, you feel how cold it is, how it trembles under your touch. He looks at your hand holding his, your fingers linked with his. He feels so relieved with your touch on him. "I understand everything Draco. I know what you are feeling is hard for you. But I want to assure you that you deserve better. I know it's hard to accept yourself, and you need time to feel fully ready to love others, but I want you to know that I will wait for you. I know you, and I want you to be happy. I will always be there for you if you need someone, but I won't pressure you to give yourself to me. I love you." Hearing your words Draco feels how everything in him is shaking with happiness, love, and fear. His heart is racing, he wants to say something to you, thank you, say that he loves you. But nothing will go through his lips, and you are still with him. He brings your hand to his lips and brushes his trembling lips against your skin. You smile at him and squeeze his hand, while he smiles slightly at you.

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I just want to live in a beautiful valley with my silly friends, have fun with them and explore everything in life without fearing it, is this too much to ask for?

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Hey, I'm coming with another request- this time with a Crowley x reader because he deserves love too

The plot I thought could be the reader is a housesitter taking care of other's houses and things in them, someone she works for is Crowley.

Out of any of the people they've worked for, they had surprisingly grown close to him.

When the last day of them house-sitting for the demon, they left a gift- a potted flower with note saying 'Thought I should leave you with this since you seem to like plants, I think anyway. I hope you like it, you can't believe how long it took me to grow it - Y/N'

Crowley x Housesitter!Reader

Hello, I'm so sorry for the wait with this one, I wasn't feeling great recently. But I'm better now. It is a short story, and I'm a bit afraid that Crowley may be out of character, but I tried my best at this moment. I hope you'll excuse the delay and enjoy the fanfic. :)

Crowley liked your presence. You were an interesting being to him. You were gentle and kind to his plants, and precise while cleaning his furniture from the dust. You had a lot of interest that fascinated him. You were someone that he liked for their personality and way of being. He tried to get closer to you, and you two talked about a lot of things, from the more important to casual conversations about the weather. But something deep inside, made him believe that you were here only for the job, and not him. Well as a demon he didn't have a lot of people he could call friends, or people close to him. Aziraphale was an important figure in Crowley's history but their differences made him a bit frustrated and he couldn't be with an Angel all the time. You were someone that he could talk to and feel at peace with. He thought about the relationship between you two, and what he felt for you. He didn't know exactly what he was feeling towards you. Maybe he just liked you a lot or maybe felt something more important? He couldn't figure it out, and it bothered him. He shouldn't worry about those kinds of things, he's a Demon, and he has better things to do. But you made him feel like he was something different, that being a "Demon" didn't define him. How do humans name their feelings so easily? Crowley didn't think about his emotions a lot before you showed up. It was nice for him to see you, to talk to you. You were kind of a mystery to him, he didn't understand everything you told him, for example why you liked helping others so much or felt like you had to. But he didn't mind it much, it was different from him and he had grown fond of it. But nothing lasts forever, and you decided to step down as Crowley's housesitter. He understood, but at the same time, he felt like you were drifting away from him. You didn't specify what day you'll leave, so when Crowley came back to his place he was left with a surprise. On his desk lay a potted flower, a small one but its petals were colorful and eye-catching. Crowley guessed that was a goodbye gift. With a sigh, he sat on his chair and looked at the plant with sad eyes. He saw that under the pot of the flower was a small note. He again stood up and took the note into his hands. 'Thought I should leave you with this since you seem to like plants, I think anyway. I hope you like it, you can't believe how long it took me to grow it - Y/N' Crowley smiled to himself. He looked at the plant again. He was happy that he had something that was created by you for him. He made sure that the plant was getting enough sun from the window. He smiled happily about this little creature, sat down on his chair, and admired the present from you. He knew deep down that you both will meet again, something was telling him that you both will be naturally reunited, and it wasn't the end.

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I was wondering if you were open to do an aziraphale x shy reader

The reader had known the Angel for awhile and had strong feelings for him, but in their mind… why would he like them? And they were human, why would he want to date someone that could die any second and he’d stay living? They confessed their feelings so many times through writing in a notebook of their own.

What would happen if this Angel managed to get his hands on this notebook and read what was inside?

Aziraphale x Shy Reader

Thank you for the request, it's the first one I will be doing. I'm excited. :DD

I like this idea very much, I hope it will be up to your expectations. Enjoy. <33

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any grammar errors

It was hard to embrace it, but it was harder to admit it. This feeling drilled a hole in your chest that ached every time you saw him or thought about him. His aura was so pure, so good. He was the nicest being on the earth, and you had the pleasure to witness it up close. He was magical, holy, and perfect. What he would see in a straightforward human? He was fond of humans and liked their manners of life, but you felt that you weren't a good human. You felt like there were so many like you, with the same interests, thoughts, and feelings, while he was beautiful, without any flaws that humans normally can't live without. He was genuine, kind, mesmerizing. You saw him as a symbol of the goodness that humans can't have, and never will. You thought that you couldn't compare yourself to him, but you did. And it made you feel like a dark, cold, and empty hole. No one and nothing could make it warm, but somehow only the idea of him made the emptiness full, with his warm light. But it wasn't a good feeling. You knew that he was out of reach for you, even when he did feel like he wasn't. He was the hope and good that every one of men kind desired, what made you different from them? You tried to find something in you that maybe was different from other humans, but as you searched it made you realize that you all were the same, with the same needs. You didn't understand why Aziraphale felt so much love for your kind. Humans were cruel, selfish, needy, and lost, even when they thought they weren't. They all wanted to be different while being the same. Why Aziraphale would waste his delicate love for them? You had begun to accept that your feelings towards him were useless, like the rest of your human emotions. You couldn't give him something different from other humans, why would you be different for him? He loved all humans, you knew that you had nothing to stand out. You'll live, suffer, love, accept and die, like everyone else. He will long forever, in one way or another. He will live in people's thoughts, books, paintings, and his form will never vanish. He will watch over as humankind drowns itself in its cruelty.

You felt so much love for him, you were happy to have the opportunity to meet him. You accepted that your feelings were insignificant and enjoyed your time with him. You loved everything about him like other humans did. He had a beautiful soul, and it shined out through his whole being. His eyes were gentle but expressive, his soft hair laid in perfect curls, and his hands were so delicate every time he touched you with them you felt at peace. You were in love with him, you didn't know what love, was it platonic or romantic? At some point, you stopped finding its name. You were in love with him, pure and human love. You were scared that your love wouldn't be good enough for him, deserved everything, and you knew you couldn't give it. You laid your love onto paper, writing down every feeling, thought, and tear that was dedicated to him. You felt that your heart couldn't take it anymore. It had too many feelings that you didn't experience before. You were scared, the thought that you'll choke on all of the words you would say to him made you feel even more alone in this situation. You locked every word of your love in the paper, to hide all of the love letters inside your desk, where they would stay hidden, at least you hoped they would.

Aziraphale often came to your house, sometimes he would tidy it up, or organize your books. He wanted to make sure you lived in good conditions. He did come to your house when you were out, of course with your earlier permission. On this day he came to water your plants. He as usual checked if there was any dust on your bookshelves. He smiled proudly when his fingers stayed clean after combing the shelf with them. Angel looked around and took a deep breath in. He liked your house, it was nice in decorations but also had a nice ambiance. Aziraphale remembered why he came here in the first place and went to check on your plants. He knew every spot where they were by heart, and how much water they needed. After watering the ones on your balcony he went to your desk. On it sat two small plants, but they were as beautiful as others. Aziraphale smiled humming to himself, watching how water sinks into the ground. His eyes wandered around your desk, he saw your paperwork, one pencil left out on the side of the paper, and the candles half burned. Aziraphale saw some dusk on the back of your desk and felt the urge to clean it up. Your workplace can't be dirty, you don't deserve it. Gently Angle cleaned your desk and organized your desk. He smiled to himself and nodded proudly. He clapped his hands cleaning them of the dust. His eyes catch that the cabinet of your desk is slightly open. His hand went up to close it, but he stopped. Inside the cabinet, he saw some sort of notebook. It was simple and innocent, so why he felt such an urge to open it? Aziraphale baptized to himself, taking his eyes off the notebook, blinking. But he again focused on the notebook, not realizing it. He knew it was not polite to scroll through someone's private things, but his hands on their own went up to the notebook and picked it up. He looked at it for a long time, fighting himself not to open it. But the words that showed themselves a little when page bent invited him and Angel opened the book. What can happen? Aziraphale slowly started to read the first page of the notebook. The words were so deep, full of feeling, and mysterious. He had no idea what they meant at the beginning but was pleasantly surprised that you had such a talent with words. As he went on, drowning himself in your warm words, he saw more and more of the word "love". Angle felt a small pain in his chest, but he didn't know why. As he kept on reading he felt sadder, you wrote a lot of suffering you lived through that didn't know about. Aziraphale tried to figure out about what, or more who you're writing about. He was in the middle of a notebook, feeling confused about the person, and why he felt so sad reading your feelings towards someone else. He took a sharp breath when he saw "Azirahale" written down on the paper. With his eyes widened he went on reading, seeing his name more frequently. His eyes wandered around the pages, looking at Individual words, no more reading the sentences. He felt so much, he was happy that you admired him but so sad that you felt less about yourself because of that admiration. He stopped reading after "I love Azirahale", dropping his hand with the notebook to his side, and bringing the other one to his open lips. He sights with a small smile, feeling a tingling in his chest, that made him a bit anxious, he didn't felt that way yet. But his smile dropped remembering what you wrote about yourself. He felt that he needed to go find you, right now. He jumped up and run towards the door, but seeing the notebook still in his hand he clumsily ran, almost not tripping, up to the desk and shoved the notebook into the cabinet, trying to make it look like he saw nothing. After that, he ran out of the house to find you. He knew what way you returned home so he ran in that direction, nervously fixing his coat.

It didn't take a long time to find you. You were walking towards your house, when suddenly you saw before you, in the sea of people a familiar silhouette. You were surprised when you saw Azirahale running towards you saying your name. You two finally met, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Aziraphale was full of emotions and wanted to say something to you, but his uneven breath was interrupting him. You said that he can calm down before talking which he tried to do with no success. After a while, Aziraphale looked at you with big eyes, his breath still a bit uneasy. You smiled at him, nodding to let him know it was okay. Angel smiled, looking down at the ground. Now he had to say it.

"Is something wrong, Aziraphale?" you asked in a calm tone, and Angel looked up at your face, at the sound of your voice. He began to shake his head as in no, but then nodded without a word, which confused you. Aziraphale took a breath before meeting his eyes with yours again. "I don't know where to start" he began with a weak tone and a nervous smile on his soft lips "I uh… I may involuntarily go through your belongings while cleaning your desk," You felt your heart has struck your chest as Azihaphale said those words. You imagined the worse. "Which I didn't do deliberately, it was more of an unfortunate incident!" he said smiling widely but you saw in his eyes anxiety "And I respect your privacy, and would never rummage through your belongings"

"You saw the notebook." you interrupted his mumbling, scared for your life. Aziraphale looked at you with surprise in his eyes and slowly nodded. You let out a small "oh", feeling like you're going to pass out. "I'm very sorry, Y/N. It wasn't on purpose, I wouldn't do it to you," said Aziraphale with a frown on his face. You looked at him, with a not absent look in your eyes. You didn't know what to do now. He knows now, what does he think about you now? Will he stop talking to you? "What do you think?" you whispered to your own surprise. Aziraphale opened his mouth but nothing came through. You felt your throat tighten.

"Y/N, I… I'm surprised." "In a bad way?" "No!" exclaimed Angel, "No. I am surprised that you see me that way. And the way you see yourself." You look at Aziraphale with a questioning look. Angles eyes are on you, not moving one inch. "I am not out of reach for you, Y/N. I never was. And you are important. You are not the same as others, no human is. I learned that more recently." You listen to him, blocking everything around you except him. "You are different from others to me because you made memories with me no one else did. I felt certain ways because of you. There is a connection between us now, that we'll not have with anyone else. You are different because you choose me, and I choose you." Your eyes start to water, you didn't think that he would say these things to you. You felt so loved and noticed, and it was by him. Aziraphale smiles at you, some tears in his own eyes. "I adore you," he said bringing his hand to yours. You let out a snort with a smile. You feel such relief and happiness. A tear drops onto your cheek, and you look down. You gently take Aziraphale's hand in yours and kiss it, barely touching your lips to his soft skin. Angel smiles at your act and brings you into a tight hug, both of you sobbing with pure happiness.

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How Lupin The Third Characters Would Confess Their Feelings To Someone

Lupin: -He is always charming, nothing can change that

-He would take his s/o to a fancy restaurant, buy their favorite meal

-After that he would take them on a night walk around the town, he found a beautiful place before and shows it to his s/o

-Inside is kinda nervous about their response but you live once and he can’t hold it back anymore

-Lupin would take their hand gently and hold it, look into their eyes

-“There’s something new in me, and it’s because of you”

-Cups their face and smiles

-“I have feelings for you, dear. Strong, beautiful feelings”

-Kisses their hand, won’t do anything big, he doesn’t want them to get uncomfortable

Jigen: -He denies those feelings for a long time, he thinks they will pass

-Guess what, they don’t, he can’t make them go away

-It will take him a long time to accept them let alone confess to the person

-He isn’t very formal about it, he just wants to get it off his chest

-Jigen would offer them a silent walk, throughout it he thinks about how to tell them

-Stops at some moment and looks at them

-“Hey uh, can I tell you something?”

-Has his hands in his pockets for comfort

-“There’s something about you, I don’t know what, but… It makes me nervous.”

-“I like your presence, it doesn’t bother me surprisingly. I like your face, it too doesn’t bother me.”

-He feels awkward and wants to stop right there, but he has gone too far to escape

-“I like you, I have strange feelings for you”

-He just says that and waits for their respond

-His ears are red, he has his eyes closed, but they can’t see them anyway

-Just say something nice in response and he’ll be happy

Goemon: -He is very determined to repress any kind of feelings, samurai can’t be emotional

-For him, finding out that he has feelings for someone is dramatic, it can’t be, how, he worked on it so much, how can he be so weak?

-Tries not to show it, but fails

-If Goemon was to confess to someone he’d be very formal, not romantic at all

-He would walk up to them and ask if he can take them for a private walk

-He takes them to a park

-Takes a deep breath and prepares himself

-“My head has been messing with me a lot lately, to the point where I can’t think straight”

-“I am ashamed because of that, I should not have these feelings. But it’s hard to deny them.”

-He looks at them straight in the face, with a serious look

-“To end my misery I’ll tell you what’s been bothering me”

-“I’ve developed feelings for you”

Fujiko: -She like Lupin likes to charm people, but to her close ones she’s softer

-She would take them to a cafe

-She would bring them a fancy present like a piece of jewelry or a book they wanted, something in their style

-“Who would have thought that I would fall for someone so hard? I didn’t!”

-“I have feelings for you, you made me believe in the beauty of human love again”

Zenigata: -He doesn’t want these feelings, he doesn’t have time for them!

-He thinks they will turn him down and is too afraid to admit to himself that he’s falling for them

-After some time he’ll get himself to tell them, just because he can’t think about anything else

-He would take them to the museum, or a park, or just his house, depending on his situation

-Is very nervous, but won’t back up, not now

-“There’s something I need to tell you”

-“To put it in short, I… I like you, too much, I mean in a good way!”

-“Just needed to get it off my chest, I completely understand if you don’t return the feeling”

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HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them

Warning: I didn't read the books, these are my headcanons and personal ideas for the characters. It's just for fun. :)

Harry:

-"Oh! Brilliant! Yeah, sure." -He is a bit shy, but flattered, very flattered -He sits in front of you, with a nervous smile, sometimes adjusting his glasses or hair -You assure him that he looks great and he relaxes a bit, sitting more comfortably -While you work he asks from time to time some questions about your drawing journey and listens closely to your answers -He thinks about how you're going to draw his scar, are you going to make it a key thing, or represent him in another way? -When you finish and show him your work he's astonished by your talent -"Wow! This is really good! I can keep it? Oh! Thanks!"

Ron:

-"You want to draw me? I don't think I'm that special." -He's a bit hesitant at first, he feels like he doesn't deserve attention, since he is not "The Chosen One" -But you make him believe otherwise -When sat down Ron is stiff, looking away from you, smiling nervously -You tell him that he looks great and he smiles a bit more confident -He suggests ideas on how you can present him, and he comes up with some sick propositions -Once you're finished he's so happy that he has something made by someone only for him -"Bloody hell, it's fantastic! You need to show your skill more often."

Hermione:

-"Draw me? Well if it makes you happy." -She pretends that it's nothing, she may look annoyed, but inside she cares -She fixes her hair or clothes when you aren't looking -She sits properly, legs together, hands on her lap, head slightly tilted, and a soft smile on her lips -She is mostly silent but asks you questions about what you are doing at a certain moment, she's curious -She's patient, giving you time to make your art perfect, she knows how hard it can be -She's very supportive when she sees your finished work -"This is lovely!"

Fred:

-"Oh yeah? So my beauty captured you this much?" -He's so happy about it but can help not to tease you -"Are you interested in a more intimate portrait?" -He sits in a confident way, taking a lot of space -He gives you ideas for the drawing, like how he could look good on a broom, or fighting You-Know-Who -After he's done with his jokes he lets you work in silence, just sometimes giggling to himself because of your focused expression -When you sometimes look up at him, he sends you a quick wink -He's very happy when you finish the drawing, he'll show it to his friends -"Thank you, dear, we can repeat this if you want."

George:

-"You got the right twin? Because I am not sharing this position." -He's more mature about this than his twin, but he has it in his nature to make some not-in-place comments -He gives you control, you decide how he sits or holds his hands -He's intrigued by how you work, but stays silent, just looking at you -He hums quietly, gently moving his head, when you tell him to stop moving he winks at you with a smirk, but completes your order -He's moved when he sees your done work, he feels appreciated for him -"Thank you, it's beautiful."

Ginny:

-"That's nice of you." -She doesn't ask a lot of questions, just lets you do your work -She's happy to pose for you, it makes her feel seen -She smiles when you accidentally make a silly face but doesn't point it out -When you're finished she takes a while to admire your work -"It's amazing, thank you."

Luna:

-"I would love to, sitting can be fun too." -She's very calm, listens to your instructions, and is very patient -She asks you how you got to draw, or what inspires you to create, she's nice to have conversations with -She has her glasses on her nose, sitting with her knees to her chest -When you're finished she's very happy -"Oh, it's magnificent. I am so happy to keep it."

Neville:

-"Me? Are you sure?" -He's very self-conscious, and thinks you're doing it out of pity, but you assure him it's not like that -He's very nervous, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you have to guide him a little bit -He thinks he looks bad at every angle, but you tell him that everything is perfect and that makes him feel a bit more confident -He is so grateful for this art piece, he keeps it close to him at all times -"Wow, that is so pretty, thank you Y/N."

Draco:

-"Why? For what?" -He doesn't feel comfortable with this and is suspicious you have bad intentions -But his pride wins over him and he lets you draw him -He sits proudly with a serious look on his face -He says nothing, just watches you, expecting your work will be not as high as his expectations -But he's shocked when he sees your done work -He keeps it in his room, away from others -"Well that's not as bad as I thought it will be."

Tom:

-"I can agree to that." -He sees this as an opportunity to capture his image for future -He wears his best suit, rings on his fingers, and in his hand a dark book -He sits with his head high, one leg on the other, leaning on the armchair -He doesn't talk but nods his head in approval when you stop drawing for a moment -He's very satisfied with the result and keeps the drawing well hidden -"That is good, thank you for your time."

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What are the rules fpr submitting?

Good question, thank you. I am comfortable with writing fluff, and angst. For now, I won't write smut, but that may change. I won't write any illegal content, I don't feel comfortable writing about traumas, serious mental health problems, and personality disorders, and I don't want to portray them in the wrong or harmful way. Other than that I think that's it. I hope that's understandable.

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❝ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❞

Requests are open, I would love to hear your ideas

Rules for submitting

My Masterlist:

In Space With Markiplier (ISWM)

The Crew Headcanons

Scary Silence

Dancing with the egos

The crew reacting to “I love you”

Space! Mark with Concerned / composed Capitan

Who Killed Markiplier (WKM)

Hugging the egos

Giving flowers to the egos

Alexithymia

Unfold

Dancing with the egos

A Heist With Markiplier (AHWM)

Hugging the egos

Giving flowers to the egos

Dancing with the egos

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle Headcanons

HP Characters Reacting To You Drawing Them

Draco Malfoy x Reader (him having trouble accepting feelings towards you)

Fred Weasley x Reader (how his death affects the reader)

Neville Longbottom having a crush on you

Good Omens

Aziraphale x Shy Reader

Crowley x Housesitter!Reader

Lupin III

How Lupin The Third Characters Would Confess Their Feelings To Someone

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Tom Riddle Headcanons

I feel like his character is very misunderstood when people are writing him, but this is just my own opinion. Just some things I feel like suit him. I am not really close with Harry Potter but this is mostly about how people portray Tom when writing which I feel is not accurate to his character, but then again this is my own view on him, please don’t kill me :)

Warning: English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any errors

-First thing I don’t think he would be very sexual. He wouldn’t, first of all, care about sex, or maybe even feel disgusted by it, that people are created by this pathetic thing, where they get close and intimate. That is just a thing that normal people do and it sometimes creates a new soul. He would be not happy that he is here by it, something that muggles can be created by.

-I feel like he wouldn’t talk to others at all. Only in class, to show them his genius and make them jealous, but never in private. He wants to be untouchable to others, he sees himself as something that they can’t have or reach. When someone tries to talk to him he’s very stiff and only says a few words in a polite way but only to get the person to go away.

-If someone gets to be his “friend” it has to be for some reason, Tom wouldn’t just hand out with people. He chooses them for his reasons, but not only for the evil ones. Maybe he somehow likes their way of thinking, or maybe enjoys their presence and it calms him down. Even though he may have some people closer to him he still doesn’t see them as friends, more as places he can go to when needed and he knows that he’ll get what he wants.

-I sometimes see him as conflicted with himself, especially at the beginning of his education at Hogwarts. He may feel a bit different from the others, he didn’t see why for a long time and it kinda angered him. He thought of himself as less, he saw how others in school behaved and how things were so easy for them with making relationships, learning, and just being happy. Tom felt like he wasn’t happy and was so jealous of others, he felt like he deserved that feeling too, maybe more than the others. So he would grow to be more and more cold, trying to be “normal” to feel good for himself for once, and becoming selfish to feel something else than burning in him jealousy.

-He’s a great student, but teachers see him as too ambitious, and sometimes he overdoes his works and they become less understandable to others than Tom. It made him angry that teachers told him to slow down or try to be less. He puts his whole self into his education, it makes him feel like he has control and is better than everyone else. But for the sake of his grades and relationships with his teachers, he does his work like a normal, average student and puts his ambition into learning dark magic in secret. This makes him feel proud of himself, that he doesn’t let others get him. 

-He sees the romance with other students, that they start with years to choose their people. It was so wired to Tom how they would just be so linked to each other. It made him uncomfortable seeing how they kissed or hugged. It was nothing special, how is it to them so special? And why is it not to him? He felt it was such a waste of time, he saw how this “love” thing also harmed others. For a long time, Tom was disgusted by this pathetic muggle neediness, but he also felt confused. Why do others have it, and he doesn’t? He’s better than them, how come it didn’t happen to him? Because he doesn’t want it or fears it? He starts to question human feelings and his own, angry that he has them, but still too much in love with himself to be angry at him. He was confused about how it didn’t happen to him, he saw it was so easy then why not him? He was just thinking logically, it is normal, right? Why is it out of reach for him? Of course, he didn’t want himself to fall for someone, he just wanted to see that someone may be interested in him. 

-If it happens, if someone gets interested in him he’ll be unable to do anything. It happened, so that means he’s normal but is this good or bad? He doesn’t want to be ordinary but he doesn’t want to be seen as nonexistent too. Now, what to do with this someone? He knows how to make them in pain, or them to be happy, he just doesn’t know what he wants for them. Maybe he’ll just watch for some time, observe how it works, maybe it will be useful for him. So he just ignores the person that’s clearly interested in him. He watches them while they aren’t looking, trying to figure it all out. He doesn’t feel anything for them, but it is normal for humans to respond to this kind of feeling, right? Just to make himself look good he walks up to the person, it doesn’t matter what they are doing, and just says their feelings out loud. Of course, they are embarrassed by his blunt words and afraid that he just said it so early, it probably means that he doesn’t feel the same. They are surprised when Tom says that he agrees with their feelings, but he says it with a blunt look on his face, just smiling at the corner of his lips for a moment, and walking away. Now he has to be more present in this persons day to day life. 

-Well he at least tries, with a lot on his mind he sometimes just forgets the person and their needs. So he isn’t very present in this loose “relationship”. But he understands that he has to, and needs to find out what is so pleasant in this thing. He shows up to them after class talking about some usual things. He observes them and how they react to certain things, he sees they are nervous but does nothing about it. He is very polite to them, cracking a smile or a few to make them feel more comfortable, that is how it works, right?

-He helps them with school work and spends free time with them. He is quite surprised that he’s enjoying the moments with them, but it’s still not because of them, just situations they are in. He doesn’t want to attach himself to them, this is just an experiment. He and the person are still very distant from each other but he tried his best to make them more comfortable with him, to unravel them and figure them out. He makes notes on what “couples” do with each other, but he’s so uncomfortable with these actions, he won’t perform them. He knows the psychological tricks to do on people, and he’s more willing to do them. 

-After some time of this “relationship” the person becomes more attached to him, and he sees it. They are more comfortable with him, sharing their thoughts and feelings. This is a bit uncomfortable for Tom, he doesn’t really know how to process the things they are saying, he feels his emotions but the emotions of others are out of reach for him. He knows what they mean but can’t relate to them and it becomes a problem. The person seeks comfort in Riddle but he’s closed and only can try to make them feel better. Sometimes they cry in front of him, he just sits there, thinking is this this “love” that everyone is so crazy about? There was this time when the person was so broken and sad they couldn’t stop crying and Tom was there with them. He didn’t know what to do. Suddenly the person wraps their hands around Tom, their face in his shoulder. It makes him jump a bit. He looks at them, they are in mess. He feels how pathetic they are, but swallows the urge to call them out. He hates the feeling of a trap in their arms, how heavy they are, and the tears soaking into his robes.

“Stop that.” He says with the calmest tone he can, but his disgust is not hidden. They, a bit scared let go, looking at Tom with worried eyes. He sits there for a minute, processing what happened and that it’s over, and just stands up, leaving them alone. He couldn’t take the sudden contact. It made him feel like crawling out of his skin. 

-He understood that what he did was painful to them, and probably the trust he built with them is gone, but he wasn’t ready to let go. He shows up to the person after one of the classes and asks for some time alone. They of course are a bit uncertain but they agree. Tom goes with them to the end of the hall and tries to explain what happened. He truly says that it made him uncomfortable, apologizing for his reaction. The person doesn’t really understand why Tom was uncomfortable but accepts the apology. 

-He tries to show affection to the person but it’s hard for him to understand it. He sees what others do while being in relationships but it makes him very uncomfortable. He shows them “affection” by giving notes to learn from, listening to them, and hanging out with them in his free time. Sometimes he will force himself to gently stoke their shoulder, or give them an awkward side hug, he tries to be normal. But it’s clear that he fights with this thing. The person would lose their interest in Tom, they got close to him and his mysterious and unclear behavior made them unhappy, no longer linked to him. So they “break up” with him. Tom doesn’t feel bad because this ended but because he failed at his task. And it makes him bitter, he completely ignores the person and forgets them, while focusing on his deeds.

-After that Tom learns how to ignore everyone around him and just care for himself, not opening up to anyone anymore in an intimate way.