#{ kept it vague but i thought it'd be funny if she just like - }

[kindreddraickin]

TYKE & SONS LUMBER CO. || STILL ACCEPTING! || @coastercrushed

coastercrushed asked: ❝ Something isn't right. I really don't recall doing something illegal this time. ❞

❝ Y'know what? I'm choosing to ignore the "this time." ❞

[Didn't change the fact that this place was crawling with cops; it probably hadn't been a direct consequence of their actions ( April had only just gotten here, and she was at least 90% sure that the cops couldn't follow her through time ), but it was an intimidating sight. These guys didn't look nearly as formidable as the ones from her time, but cops were cops -- they were on constant power trips and made themselves as scary as possible. Clearly, nothing had changed in 200 years.]

[April glanced around, looking for some kind of gap in the mass of police cars; this kid was ( probably ) innocent, too, so leaving him to the nonexistent mercy of police officers would definitely weigh heavy on her conscience. This might be a temporary visit ( entirely accidental on her part ), but this would be a TERRIBLE place to try and shift back to Arcadia.]

❝ Okay, uh...follow me, kid. ❞ [April nodded her head in the direction of their possible escape -- a side-entrance that the police HADN'T blocked off. Wow, she felt like such a vigilante.]

[practically-an-x-man]

10 for Eris for the soft comfort prompts?

Oooooh thank you!! This one's about 700 words and might be a little choppy, and I don't have a title, but I think you'll enjoy it!!

10. Person A is patching up Person B and discovers that the only bandages they have in the house are goofy novelty ones (Hello Kitty, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, etc.). They share a laugh over this.

30 Prompts on the Comfort Side of Hurt/Comfort

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Rick had had Malibu Barbie tacked up over his left eyebrow for almost a week now.

Eris had to hold back laughter nearly every time he looked at it: this tiny pink bandage, printed with some ridiculously skinny, ridiculously pale, ridiculously chipper woman, pinning together the ragged laceration that cut through his eyebrow from his last trip with the Squad. The man was built like an ancient warrior, like an idolized god, and here he was walking around with a children's toy stuck on his face.

It was just... ridiculous.

Even now, perched on the couch beside him on his only day free from work, she couldn't stop looking at it. Rick seemed unperturbed, even intent on having a relaxing day off - with his arm around Eris' shoulders and a beer on the table beside him and his eyes fixed on the television across the room - but Eris's eyes just kept finding that ridiculous pink bandage tacked up over his eyebrow. It had stopped bleeding days ago, and Eris could see the scab peeking out from the edges of the bandage, but Rick still hadn't so much as touched it.

"When are you going to take that stupid thing off?" Eris huffed, touching the far edge of the bandage with their thumb. Rick turned his head, looking over at them with amusement in his eyes.

"S'it really bug you that much?"

"You can't tell me the pharmacy was out of bandages. It's a pharmacy."

"So you're sayin' I did it on purpose."

Eris just raised his eyebrows. Rick barked out a laugh and gave Eris' shoulders a brief squeeze.

"Alright, maybe." he relented, "Thought it'd be funny. Y'know, since one of us 's always getting' beat to shit anyway."

"Usually you." Eris corrected, and knocked his forehead into Rick's shoulder the way a housecat might. It was about the closest thing to outright affection he ever got, he thought. Rick was really the touchy one.

"Usually me," he agreed, " 'Least, I'm usually the one that needs the bandages."

Eris just hummed, a vague and noncommittal response, then reached up to take Rick's face between their hands. They held him firmly, though not so firmly that he couldn't have pulled back. Eris' love was in temperance, after all. It was in trust- knowing she could hold him here if they wanted to, but knowing she wouldn't have to.

"Oh- gettin' a little close here, doll," Rick said, but there was a smile on his lips and he didn't even begin to move away.

Eris pinched the corner of the bandage between his fingertips, then pulled the worn adhesive free in one smooth motion. They folded it up and flicked it carelessly onto the coffee table, then finally released their hold on their partner.

"Better?"

"You might get a scar," Eris said - not quite the response Rick was aiming for, but this was typical for them - and ran their fingertips almost delicately across the little gash, "Seems pretty deep."

"Heh. Wouldn't be my first."

Rick reached up to probe at the wound, that rough scab that darkened his eyebrow in the middle, and winced as he caught a particularly tender spot. Still, he didn't seem too put-out by the wound. Not at all.

"Always wanted a scar like that when I was a kid. Thought it'd make me look all rugged."

Eris just scoffed, and settled back in against his side.

"You don't need the scars for that, cowboy. Trust me."

Rick laid his arm back across their shoulders and gave them another firm, comforting squeeze. It was almost strange, Eris thought, how a man with so much violence in his life could still bring her so much calm in these quieter moments. There was nobody else in the world, or at the very least nobody else still living, who could make her forget what she was with such ease.

It had been a very long time since he'd had a home like this.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

For your Q&A Tag, I'd love some Jedi Moon rambles :D

Heya! (From TSP's Q&A tag game)

I'll gladly oblige.

Jedi technically originates from the primary villain of early TSP drafts. In Drafts 1-3 he was an evil sorcerer, though his name changed each time: Warlock LV [the 55th], Quincy Warlock, and Quincey Moon respectively. In each of those, he had a slim motivation to just...I dunno, stop the kids from getting back to the portal by stealing their metal detector?

Anyways, when starting Draft Four, I thought Quincey was a bad name for him so I chose the name Jedi. I'd made a list of names to use and when I found Jedi on a baby name website I thought it'd be fun to name him that. I kept the surname Moon because I thought it sounded cool. I created Carmen alongside him because I thought having a partner in this would be fun.

However, in crafting their motivation, I realized they didn't work as villains anymore. Morally gray scientists, though? That worked. Them not having powers came from the sorcerers in previous drafts not having powers of their own and having to learn magic through other means, though that's obviously changed.

I also thought it was super unfair that villains didn't have powers. Like, what the hell are those undertones?? So I thought making them "good guys" was the best course of action.

Carmen's backstory wasn't actually that detailed at the time, but Jedi's WAS. I crafted out his entire life story basically, and soon thought making him have his own chapters to explain his actions would be helpful. I gave him a lot more attention than Carmen at the time.

Originally, I didn't have his mother kill his father, they just escaped one night. I also, for some reason, had this take place two years later, when his sister was also discovered to be Inutilia, but I decided to make it more immediate in Draft Five.

Speaking of his sister, Ms. Moon the teacher was originally Mrs. Moon, his wife, as she was in Draft Three. It didn't fit so I made her his sister instead.

At some point, I considered making Jedi/Carmen a thing but after thinking about it I decided no absolutely not I don't like that. Now neither of their sexualities align with that, thank God.

Pinning down Jedi's motivation was always super hard. It made more sense when I got his backstory together, but that's a lot of spoilers. Basically, he's just trying to make a difference, make the world a better place. His dad also used to have superstrength, but I found it cliche and changed it to something more powerful.

I always have fun writing Jedi. He keeps to himself and he's always super vague and confusing. He has a distinct voice and is awkward about everything. Full of regret but does nothing to fix things. He's only here because of how much he cares. Though I make fun of him a lot for being a pushover, I do find him super interesting.

Planning out his chapters is so hard, though, especially in Part Two. There's so much traveling and I have to make each entry interesting plus do some world building, which I find difficult. But once I plan out his chapters, I'm always proud of the result. It's so fun and thrilling to write from his perspective. The challenging bit is making him clearly Jedi but also ten years old.

Jedi, as a character, got mixed reception. My sister loves him because he's soft-spoken, my friend @cadotoast (hi) had a thing for him (sorry), and another friend hated this man's guts. It was quite funny, actually. That third friend softened to him, but it was still funny.

I didn't decide to make his full name Jedidiah until Draft Five and had Moon be his mother's maiden name. It was the opposite before, but I thought switching it was more interesting.

Making him a pseudo father figure to Noelle was decided while initially drafting Part Two, but in Draft Five I added it in Part One so it didn't come out of nowhere. I thought it'd be interesting due to her daddy issues that I unpacked more in Part Two. Moving it back made it stronger, in my opinion.

Jedi often plays punching bag. Making his life miserable and shitty is part of the fun of his character, especially since only part of it is his fault and most of it is not. A lot of my notes for him are to give him more issues, the poor man.

In Draft Five, I made sure to emphasize his love for science, especially the powers. He's super intelligent but most importantly he's passionate, and despite being depressed and unfulfilled, I love those moments where he lights up because he's made a fun discovery or he has to think a little bit. Or when he just wants to hang out with Carmen.

And man, I love him and Carmen as a duo. Solidifying them as best friends, and marking the young ages they were when they met, is just glorious. I've written early drafts of that meeting, and I like seeing it blossom into a friendship. I can't wait to get back to it because of how much they mean to each other. And their completely different demeanors is always so fun to write. Sure, they're doing unethical stuff, but that doesn't mean they're not fun and interesting to play around with. My notes on these two and their stories are so rambly and detailed because dammit I can't stop thinking about these two.

I hope this was a fun enough ramble and that it answered any lingering questions lol

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[minquiec]

jipunk things I've been thinking about but I couldn't illustrate for a variety of reasons

streamer au -> minecraft?? au

idk this is rlly more of a crack au cause it's so unserious but I think I mentioned this some while ago but I forgor to add anything else onto it

the general idea is they're both streamers ahhayhah on a totally and definitely original streaming site called Switch hahaha so original hahaha

The both of them aren't overly popular but they have some form of reputation to their name cause for jia some of her stupid clips have gone viral (she does mostly gamer content 🎮💪🔥) where it's either her being real bad at the game or she's getting jumpscared and for hobie his content is a lot moreeee diverse I think, and he also streams a lot less than jia does cause it's just a side thing for him but some of his clips have gone viral for either music related reasons or it's something he's said (HES FUNNY IN A WAY YOU WOULDNT EXPECT KIND OF THING)

but I had this thought where it'd be kind of funny when he's streaming one day (one night tbh they both stream more at night) but he'd be on stream maybe playing his lil guitar and people just casually talking in the chat and suddenly they see the user 'oranjia' send a 'ALSMFNKS' and 'OWJDNJW' in the chat so ofc people who recognise her are all like ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HEREE and she gets clipped cause they're kind of two different streamers you'd never see interact

Idrk what happens next cause I haven't thought abt it but they'd probably suddenly have streams featuring the other and mostly gaming cause 🧍‍♂️how else do you collab stream idk

and then I kinda segwayed from this idea to fuckin,,,, MINECRAFT AU 💀💀💀 I DONT WANNA TALK ABT THE VERY OBVIOUS INSPIRATIONS FOR THIS (yes I used to be into them but not anymore for INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS reasons) but I've always loved the concept behind it cause you can't lie the LORE AND FANART BEHIND IT WAS SO FUN

their kid.

as if I couldn't hit a new low, I stun myself EVERYTIME 🔥 but. I've been thinking. A little too hard admittedly but I can't help it okay I'm just a girl 😞 but this is all a hypothetical cause I don't have an au where they're,,,able to have a KIDNDNEJDNENSNWS AUEGH ANYWAYS IF THEY DID I think her name would be clementine :3333 cause I think the name is really cute and for some reason i kept coming up w nicknames for her and I couldn't choose one so they all apply; clem, tina (clementine -> tine -> tina), nana

but I think she'd be so sweet :((( cause she'd be so well loved :(((((( cause both of them like kids ASHEHDH HB BEING A GIRL DAD IS DRIVIJG ME A LITTLE CRAZY ACTUALLY tbh he'd be okay w anything being gorl dad,,,,,, ueueueueueu m

chinatown singer au

I was thinking abt the lore abt this au it's kinda vague and I also forgot if I ever shared it but the idea was like the setting is a? chinatown somewhere in the middle of,,,,? The britland??? But also not at the same time cause idk the geography and history of England so I'm making shit up and making it MY version of England /jkjkjk but the idea is it's a chinatown

But I was thinking maybe like when he was a kid, he had gotten lost within the chinatown cos he randomly wandered in and it was getting dark and oh nooo I'm lost 😨😨 but wowww he bumps into this girl around his ageeee WONDER WHOOO

but she leads him out there and it's mostly jus them being sweet kids but they then don't see each other for a couple years cause 🤷 but jia grows up to be a singer in this theatre hall and hb ends up working??? Participating??? Idk he's involved with this newspaper company that's basically just. The spider society but in newspaper company form

And so one day he'd probably take a route thru the chinatown and spot her again in the big ass billboard and tbh idfk what happens next cause it's mostly just one sided pining bc he doesn't get to meet her for a good while till he bumps into her again 🤷🤷❓❓❓

sticking them into your name scene

i can't explain the emotional MAGNITUDE your name had on me and it's so funny cause at first i was like "can't be that good 😐" and then 1h 42 mins later im actually devastated but anyways

This is major spoilers for your name so just lyk

But there's this scene where the ml and fl meet up and they're about to write their names on each others palms but they're only able to see each other because of the twilight that was occurring in that moment (they're from different timelines if y'all don't know) but as the girl is abt to write her name on the guys hand THE TWILIGHT ENDS AND SHE DISAPPEARS AAUUEGHHH AND THE SCENE WAS SOOO GOOD CAUSE THE MUSIC WAS SUDDENLY CUT OFF AND ALL NOISE WAS CUT OFF EXCEPT FOR THE PEN HITTING THE GROUND THIS IS YOUR HOMEWORK GO GO FUCKING WSTCH YOUR NAME

But I was just thinking and it'd just fit them SO GOOD but I just rlly like your name and I like angst and I like jipunk so

behind the scenes au

GODDDD ACTOR AUUUUUHUHHHUHUHUHU OKAY I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW JIA WOULD CANONICALLY FIT?? INTO THE MOVIE?? But if she did she would just be a side character tbh (get as much screen time as pav did LMAO)

But I love actor au so much cause it means the sad parts aren't real!! What do you mean they aren't all friends HUHH but anyways imagine bloopers or just the cast being sillay uahehehe

There would b a silly moment where (if the actor au was based off jia's lore) she'd have a little 'mr stark I don feel so good' moment and reference it and it would look real silly cause she has all these green screen parts on her AUSUUA

And also I thought abt this interview where the interviewer asks gwen abt jia and hb AKDNSM AND SHE JUST GOES "they are as insufferable as they are in the show" cause she's so sick of pda HWHDHW but i wanna draw this so bad :(( i love actor au

ballet and band player au

I had this idea literally MONTHS ago but it's rlly short and I haven't gotten around to making art or lore abt it but the premise is gwen does both ballet classes and in a band (hb's band el oh el) but jia is in gwens class and they are friends :333cc and so gwen would always mention jia to hb during practice so he's like nice 👍 glad you have a friend CAUSE HE APPRECIATES PEOPLE WHO ARE NICE TO HIS FRIENDS OKAY but maybe maybe maybe one day he picks gwen up and then THEY HAVE A MEET CUTE AUYUEYGGGEHHHE AND SO NOW HB ALWAHS COMES TO PICK GWENNY UP CAUSE HES JWNDNWNSNSSJ

maybe I should get myself checked out at a psych ward idk it's really unhealthy for me but do I care nno

[mortul]

... Sheesh, who called the party pooper to town? From what the client's told him, he at least expected someone a little more... lively, he presumed would be a good word. In spite of that, though, it wasn't like he was anticipating a ball of sunshine, happiness, and unicorn farts but... still! From the eyebags hanging off of her sockets to the slow, borderline drone of her voice, Christoph was starting to doubt his client's claims less and less.

There was a tiny voice in the back of his head (maybe she's just tired, y'know? she is the big boss... or something. apparently. i think.) that, at least, kept him somewhat levelheaded. Said smirk from earlier remained, though was gradually fading as their conversation -- if you'd even call it that -- progressed beyond simple "pleasantries".

"N'awww," he cooed, lips slightly pursed upon what he assumed to be an attempt of a joke with his eyes vaguely brightening, "s'that yer way of offerin' to carry me-- bridal style? Heh! At least buy me dinner first."

Sliding his other hand into its corresponding pocket, Christoph allowed for a snort to push its way past pearly whites and grinning lips. It was an attempt -- even if it might've been, admittedly... a bit shit -- at easing tensions, upon observing that she seemed to have some trouble at meeting his gaze. Maybe he was being a little too intense... but how was he supposed to know that?

Mingling with people and figuring out what makes them tick came with the job, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the process. If nothing else, it'd give him some funny stories to tell back home.

"Nah, nah... I'm fuckin' with ya. 'Course ya wouldn't do that-- I'm too fat." Rolling his eyes in jest, he gave a sharp click of the tongue before nudging his head a few paces west of their location. "D'ya have anywhere t'eat around here-- like, saaay... uhh, a diner or somethin'? I'll even take a gas station dog at this point, notgonnalietoya."

Staying in place, Christoph carefully leaned back on the balls of his feet only to sway back forward. This continued in a rhythm similar to a pendulum, with his expression all the while retaining its usual mirth and his gaze, once again, directing itself towards her.

"I'm... lookin' fer someone-- somethin' about, err..." proceeding to wrestle one hand out of its confines, he then went on to gesture wildly as if to blindly search for the right words, "... y'know, business ventures. My, eh, "boss" was interested in this place's resources... thought that, maaaybe, by sendin' me they could get somethin' great going."

Head canted, angling itself at her with a raise of eyebrow.

"So~ooo... before I starve, know anythin' about that?"

tabitha offered a long, unimpressed stare at the man as he spoke - he was so... animated. there was a lot of energy about him - or at least more than tabitha had - that she could not match. the past few weeks of her life had been such a whirlwind of strange events that seeing a new guy in town, even if he was just stopping here, wasn't the most unheard of thing.even so, tabitha was exhausted as she gazed up at him, said exhaustion clear in the bags under her eyes and a lack of enthusiasm in her voice.

"...i guess you gotta." she sighed, running a hand through her poorly-combed blonde hair. "for what it's worth, there's not much around town to see. you can get to most things within walking distance, if you don't mind walking." cue a gesture to their surroundings; the mountainous town of scarlet hollow had its charm, if one enjoyed run-down little places with centuries of history.

tabitha wasn't the sort to indulge in conversations with strangers, but the lack of excuse she had on-hand during one of her few days off made it difficult to immediately shut down this stranger. ever-nervous in public places and awkward as hell, the coal baroness avoided his gaze for several moments, realizing that she couldn't silently stand her way out of this conversation.

"do you need someone to show you around?" she offered, not perking up any more or less than before; if this guy had been in town for more than an hour or so, tabitha could bet that he'd gotten his fair share of curious (or rude) gazes from strangers about the little town. the least tabitha could do was show him around... at the very least, so he didn't end up sticking his nose where it didn't belong, unguided.

"i happen to know this town quite well. once you know what's where, you should be set for the remainder of your... visit, i'm sure."

[shespeaksinsongs]

Rainbow | Draco x Reader

A/N: Just pretend Amortentia has a reversal spell, please! I'm really, really proud of this fic. I hope you love it as much as I do. Enjoy! <3

Summary: After spending her whole life feeling she's undesirable, Y/N is pleasantly surprised when Draco's friends warn her about his feelings for her, which she wishes to return in full throttle.

Warnings/content: Cursing, angst, fluff, Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, cheating (I guess, but not really), kissin'

Word count: 4.55k words

THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

"I'm so in love with you, I can't stand it." Cedric said, his usually vibrant complexion pale and sickly-looking.

"I have eyes for someone else." Y/N said, noticing the group of Hufflepuff boys watching her from afar, laughing their asses off. "Ced, would you do me a favor?"

"Of course. Anything. You name it." Cedric gripped onto Y/N's fingers, almost squishing them.

"Could you drink this for me? It's a special tea blend I made. I just want to see how it tastes." Y/N said, handing Cedric a tiny bottle that she always had handy, made to reverse the effects of Amortentia.

Immediately, Cedric snatched the bottle, chugging it desperately as if to prove his love to Y/N.

In an instant, Cedric's skin tone was back to normal, his eyes were less crazy, and Y/N was no longer receiving the attention she craved.

"Y/N?" Cedric asked, smiling sweetly. "Are you alright?"

Y/N's eyes were pooling at the thought that the rest of her years at Hogwarts would be the same. She'd gotten used to the fact that nobody would want her - that she was undesired and uncoveted, and she was okay with it. That is until she discovered her old elementary crush on a certain blond Slytherin returned, this time passionate and more potent than anything she'd ever felt before. Just to her luck, he was engrossed with the idea of ever being with her, as she believed most people were.

"Of course." She smiled, nodding her head. "You just took a reversal of Amortentia potion." She said, pointing to the capsule in Cedric's hand. "I think your friends thought it would be funny." She said, peering behind the boy's tall figure to gesture to them.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for the bother. I'll talk to them." He said, starting to walk away.

"No! Please don't. Just keep it between us. Just say you snapped out of it or something. And don't worry, I won't tell Cho." Y/N laughed, smiling for the first time in a while.

Cedric's eyes softened, feigning a smile that vaguely hovered over compassion. "Sure, Y/N. See you in class." He waved.

"... in class." She muttered, heading back up to her dorm, probably to wallow in self-pity.

As she entered the common room, Y/N was met with a constant obstacle she'd tried to avoid as much as possible - Slytherins. Although she was one herself, Y/N's always said she's felt considerably misfortunate to be placed in the house and would feel much better in a different one.

"Hey, Y/N, you look as ghastly as ever." Draco sneered as she entered the common room, looking to his friends for approval. They'd seen the way she looked as low as possible. Besides, Y/N had never been anything but mindful of the group. Pansy smiled sympathetically, fighting the urge to use a curse on Draco. Theo shot both Draco and Y/N a look of concern, watching her face heat up. Blaise looked sadly at her, wishing he could stop his mate but knowing it'd only add fuel to the fire.

Y/N ignored her crush's comments, eternally cursing herself for falling for someone as malevolent as Draco. Then, right as she was about to pass them, Draco gripped her wrist tightly, holding her in place. She shut her eyes, hating the fact that she craved his touch, even when like this.

"Don't ignore me." He spat, waiting for a response from Y/N, who looked like she would fall apart if he had kept her in the common room any longer.

"Draco, please don't even try. I already feel horrible. Take a break today. You've done enough." Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. She didn't want to relinquish or give up, giving Draco satisfaction, but she was so tired.

Draco immediately let her go, looking at her disgusted and a bit worriedly. Still, Y/N's heart broke at not being able to detect not even a flicker of comfort in his eyes. She rushed to her dorm, tears now spilling out of her eyes. As she was about to reach the door that led up to the girls' dorms, the person she loathed most came out, snobby head held up high. "Gonna cry, Y/N?" Astoria asked, making her way over to Draco to give him a way-too-long kiss on the lips.

Exhausted, Y/N turned around, facing the group. "Go get laid." Y/N insulted, cheeks stained from two lonely tears that had not had the comfort of being let out in privacy. Her voice sounded congested, a clear tell that she was, without needing to say it, drained.

Gasps escaped the group, surprised that she'd just stood up to the Slytherin Queen. Pansy managed to stuff down a giggle, but Theo couldn't contain his infectious laughter. Astoria, extremely offended, probably because that was something Draco couldn't bring himself to do, pulled out her wand. "You'll pay for that one, bitch." Astoria threw a tripping jinx at Y/N, but Y/N deflected the jinx, throwing it right back to her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing. "Your persistence will be your downfall." And with that, she was gone into her dorm, finally able to cry.

Y/N woke up hesitantly a few hours later, eyes still heavy and red, to the sounds of Astoria and Draco having an argument - the fifth one this week. Y/N closed her eyes tight, trying to stop the thought: If you were with me, you'd be so much happier.

"But Dracy!" Astoria said, letting Draco into hers and Y/N's shared dorm. "Please! We haven't done it in so long!"

"I don't intend on it, Astoria. Remember, we're only supposed to keep up appearances." A cold voice said, earning Y/N to blush furiously in her fake slumber. "Is she asleep?" Draco's footsteps made their way to Y/N, who beautifully laid in her bed. The night was dark enough to cover up any signs that showed she'd been crying, but Draco knew well enough. He blew on her eyelids and watched as they twitched, nodding to himself at the knowledge that she was eavesdropping.

"Yes, of course, she's asleep!" Astoria yelled, looking like she was about to murder both Draco and Y/N for once again, taking away Draco's attention from her. "What do you mean we're only supposed to keep up appearances?" She asked, her voice pitched high and nasally.

"I would never choose to marry you." Draco said, watching as Y/N "shifted" in her sleep to hear the conversation better. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You... you mean you don't love me?" Astoria said, backing away, a few steps from going into a fully blown spasm.

"No. In fact, there's little I'd love more than to never have to see you again." Draco answered, his voice coated in anger. Y/N had never heard him this ruthless. That night, she'd made the decision - she was moving on from him. From Draco, from his evil ways, from the way he spoke to her when in the company of others. She was done.

With that, Draco stormed out of the room, closing the door softly so as not to wake Y/N.

Y/N went to sleep that night, more relieved than anything. For years, she'd tried to convince herself that there were faults in her love for Draco. This time, she'd gotten the last confirmation she needed.

Y/N awoke, forcing back a massive grin from taking over her face. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she was truly happy. Y/N got ready swiftly, making her way to the common room to grab an early breakfast.

"Good morning, Y/N." Pansy said politely, gathered with Blaise, Theo, and Draco in their usual spot.

"Good morning." Y/N nodded, smiling joyfully.

"You're not usually up this early." Blaise mused, smiling to himself at Y/N's newfound happiness.

"I am! I just wait for the majority of the house to be gone before going down." Y/N said, not wanting to come off as rude in saying that the reason she's not down that early is Draco. She ignored him, waiting for him to say something, but when he didn't, she didn't seem to care much.

"Well, we won't hold you up for too long." Theo said, almost laughing at the smile on Y/N's face. "See you later, Y/N."

"Bye!" Y/N exclaimed, waving her fingers before walking out the common room.

She was so proud of herself - possibly more than ever before. I have so much more power than I thought.

Walking (more like strutting) to the Great Hall, she stumbled into two people she would never be upset to see - Fred and George.

"Well, lovely morning to you, Y/N." Fred said, eyeing her up and down in confusion to her atypical pep.

"Indeed it is." She beamed. "Good morning, George." She smiled, knowing he struggled with feeling like a separate identity from his overshadowing twin, Fred.

"Good morning, Y/N." George said feebly, waving at her shyly.

"What are you two doing up so early and not eating?" Y/N asked, her eyes almost sparkling.

"Well, we had an idea for a prank, and it's quite time-sensitive." George whispered.

"You should go off, then. See you later!" Y/N said.

"And remember-" Fred started.

"You didn't see us." George said, wiggling his fingers as if he was a ghost.

Y/N laughed, zipping her lips and throwing away the invisible key.

Excited for the new day, Y/N made her way to the Slytherin table, enjoying the lack of students at that time in the morning. She served herself breakfast, eating her favorite foods that were usually already taken when she came downstairs.

Classes went by swimmingly for Y/N. That is until Professor Trelawney decided to give away free palm readings.

"Miss Y/L/N! Would you let me read your palm?" Trelawney asked, holding out her hands to hold Y/N's in hers. Y/N looked to George, who was paired up with her for the day. He nodded excitedly, which cause Draco to roll his eyes as far up as he could.

"Not at all." She said, offering her hand resting her elbow on the small circular table.

Trelawney traced the lines of Y/N's palms, occasionally asking her to answer some personal questions. She hummed in acknowledgment of Y/N's answers. "Well, my girl, I see you've had an unfortunate life so far." The professor said, watching Y/N's smile fade for the first time that day.

"I wouldn't say that." She tried to smile again but couldn't. "I mean, people have it worse, you know?" Y/N asked, ignoring every set of eyes that were now looking at her intently.

"That's no justification, Y/N!" Trelawney said, placing her hands on her hips sternly.

Then, a ghost that often frequented Trelawney's classroom spoke up from behind Draco. "Not at all! That's like saying, "Yeah, I died, but at least it wasn't from a heart attack!". How barbarous! What else does her palm say, Sybil?" The ghost asked, floating over to Y/N.

"Well, your love line is long. I think you've had your eyes set on someone for a while but recently found that they're not worth your attention anymore. Something of that sort. Is this true?" Trelawney asked, peering over her glasses.

"Uh... yes." Y/N smiled, delighted that her own self had now become her number one priority. At this, Draco had the realization. The reason she was so pleased today was that she'd gotten over him. He resisted the tantalizing thought that told him to get up and apologize for having a stick up his ass all the time, but that his reasoning was valid to him. A small gasp escaped Pansy's lips at this realization, too.

"Do you have something to add, miss?" The ghost turned to where the superior Slytherin group sat in the corner of the room.

"No. Just a thought." Pansy trailed off as she let Y/N's palm reading continue.

"Lastly, for your life line. Your life will be highly prosperous. It doesn't feel like it right now, and I'm sure you doubt me, but believe me on this. You have more to give than most. Just remember that sometimes people will ask for second chances. And sometimes it's best to see where those second chances go." Trelawney said, closing up Y/N's palm and returning it to her. "Good luck, my dear." She smiled fondly, concluding the reading and starting with the day's lesson.

"Was it true?" George leaned over, thoughts racing around in his head.

"It was." Y/N nodded. "It was Draco." She whispered. "I feel so much better now that I've let him go." She smiled brightly. Her eyes wandered around the room, momentarily grazing Draco's gaze. She took a deep breath and centered herself. She was done with Draco, and she was done with his shit.

Still, she couldn't help wanting to stare into his eyes a little longer. This is going to be a little harder than I anticipated. Y/N thought.

After the class was dismissed, George escorted Y/N out of the class, rolling his eyes as Fred winked at the two of them. "I want to take you somewhere." George said abruptly, interrupting the comfortable silence they'd created between each other.

"I want to be taken." Y/N mused. "Where to?"

"Wait, I need to figure out how to ask you first." George said, which earnt a laugh from Y/N. Now stopped in the middle of the hallway, George pulled Y/N off to the side so she wouldn't get trampled. "Y/N," George said, conjuring a bouquet of flowers. "I know it's fast, but would you like to go on a date with me?"

Y/N grinned from ear to ear, her smile faltering as Draco stared daggers at her from behind the redhead. She gulped down a lump threatening to form in her throat. "I'd love little more." She said, laughing as George bent down to hug her.

George accompanied Y/N to the library, where she had study lab, but George had Potions. "I'll see you at dinner." George said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Y/N's head. "Keep that smile on for me." He whisper-shouted, leaving the library.

Y/N opened up her book to study but couldn't help but feel overflowed with joy. "Y/N." Pansy interrupted, taking a seat at Y/N's table with Blaise and Theo.

"Hey, guys." Y/N smiled, closing her book, interested in why they chose to sit next to her.

"Hi." Theo said. "Listen, we have to ask you something, but you have to promise to be as honest as possible." Blaise widened his eyes, annoyed at Theo's abruptness.

"Not that you owe us anything!" Blaise exclaimed defensively. "We'd just rather hear this from you before we jump to conclusions."

"Hear what?" Y/N asked, tilting her head and quirking a brow.

"Was the guy that you gave up on Draco?" Pansy asked quickly, letting her words spew out as if to soften the blow of them. It didn't work. Y/N looked like she'd been hit in the chest with a million knives.

"...Yes. Figured it was time." She said sadly, returning to her book out of embarrassment. The three shared a look, each of them grimacing. "Why? Was I not supposed to?" Y/N asked nervously.

"It depends on how you feel about what we're about to tell you next." Pansy said, her voice faltering.

"Y/N, Draco is in love with you." Theo said, leaning over his crossed arms that were resting on the table.

"Oh, okay. I understand." Y/N said, holding up a finger to tell them to wait a moment. Then, as if it were her duty, she slammed her bag on the table, making the three slightly jump. "Where is it?" She mumbled to herself, searching through various vials that were organized in her schoolbag. "Found it!" She said proudly, holding up a small bottle that read, "Anti-Delusion Potion." Since Y/N was used to being the center of impractical jokes, she always had spell reversal potions handy.

Blaise's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Y/N hand Theo a light blue drink. "What? Y/N, we're serious!" Blaise exclaimed so loudly that Madam Pince almost threw them out.

"Seriously joking, or...?"

"Ugh!" Theo sighed, holding his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince with blue eyes," Theo said, making Y/N flinch at the thought of his gaze earlier today. "is in love with you. He has been in love with you since first year."

"How can I know you're not lying or not under some kind of spell?" Y/N asked nervously, rubbing her arm up and down.

Pansy changed her seat from across Y/N to next to her. "Y/N, listen to us, please." Her tone had changed from frantic to firm. Her arm stretched over the back of Y/N's chair. "I don't think I've ever seen him this desperate. He wants you to know, and he's tried to tell you so many times, but,"

"He fucks it up." Theo said.

"Every damn time." Blaise shook his head, frowning.

Pansy nodded before turning back to Y/N. "We took this page from his diary. He left it open on his bed." Pansy handed Y/N a wadded-up piece of paper.

"His mistake." Theo smirked, which made Y/N laugh.

"Go on, open it!" Pansy reassured Y/N.

Y/N did, and in the letter was the most beautiful penmanship she'd seen. She's read Draco's handwriting before, but it'd never been like this - never so calculated and perfect. It almost looked like he traced from a textbook.

My beautiful Y/N,

I write this letter hoping that maybe writing my feelings will be better than mumbling something incoherent to you, hoping you'll catch it. I have had feelings for you since before I could remember. Just recently, those feelings have spiraled into something even more profound. I can't hold it in anymore. Every time you walk into a room, I feel like singing. Every time you look hurt, I feel a thousand times worse. You fulfill me just by breathing. I could watch you watch grass grow and be forever fascinated. Please forgive me for everything I've said to you. I crave your touch more than anybody else's. I crave your company more than you could ever imagine. I write all of this to say - I love you so much. I love you more than every star in the sky and with every fiber in my body.

Yours,

Draco Malfoy

"So he likes me?" Y/N finally asked, peering back at the letter.

"Yes, in fact, he's in love with you. It's in the letter." Theo said, growing restless at Y/N's incapacity to understand that she was more than worthy of being loved.

"My heart feels like it's about to explode." Y/N smiled brightly, forgetting her promise to herself to get over and forget Draco. "So, what do I do?" Y/N sighed. "He's still with Astoria."

"This is where we all disagree." Pansy explained. "I think you should respond to him on the other side of the letter and turn it in to him during class or something. Or perhaps on top of the Astronomy Tower!" Pansy smiled brightly. "It's so romantic there." Her hands clasped together, holding them close to her head.

"I think you should straight up tell him. We'll keep him busy and make sure Astoria is away, so you have enough time to properly tell him." Blaise said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh, right, like he'd ever let down his guard!" Theo protested.

"Like your idea is any better! And he would let down his guard if he was with Y/N alone." Blaise pointed out, which made Y/N heat up.

"Yeah, tell Y/N your splendid idea, Theo." Pansy snickered, glancing over at Blaise, who was stifling a chortle.

"I think you should wait for him to tell you." Theo said, crossing his arms defensively as Pansy and Blaise couldn't resist bursting into laughter.

"Out!" Madam Pince said, sharply pointing her finger to the door.

"No," Pansy said through deep breaths. "please, Madam Pince, we'll behave." Madam Pince didn't say anything. Y/N took the opportunity and opened her mouth to speak, but Blaise interrupted.

"He's probably having a neurotic break wondering where we are right now." Blaise joked. "You choose what you do, Y/N. We won't judge or blame you - even if it's Theo's idea."

"See you, Y/N." Theo smiled, placing an arm on Y/N's shoulder before leaving with the rest of the group.

Days had passed, and Y/N was still wondering what she would do about what she'd just recently found out. She didn't know how she would explain it to George or what she would tell Draco when he asked how she knew. She didn't know anything, and it was bothering the hell out of her. Uncertainty was her enemy. Most things in Y/N's life were absolute - most. She definitely didn't count on Draco's unexpected and indirect love confession.

It had been thunderstorming in Scotland since Y/N had that talk with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. The weather was a true reflection of her feelings at the moment. Instead of shying away from the rain, she basked in it and the convenience it held for her.

One day, a Wednesday, after her last class of the day, Y/N decided to go out onto the Quidditch field to watch Slytherin practice.

It was only until she'd settled into her spot on the bleachers that she remembered the captain, Marcus Flint, called off practice because of the violent storm headed to Hogwarts.

Right when she realized it, the dark gray clouds that loomed above her turned darker, and it began to pour. Sighing and too tired to leave, Y/N stayed there, bringing her hands up to pull her hood on. Y/N sat at the bleachers staring at the Quidditch field, remembering the first game Draco won. He gave his snitch to Astoria, and for the first time, out of heartbreak, Y/N cried.

"Y/N?" A voice yelled from across the bleachers where a tall figure stood. Y/N didn't have to be a genius to conclude that it was Draco. He frequented the Quidditch field perhaps more than Madam Hooch, the Quidditch referee.

The tall figure became more prominent as it walked over to Y/N. Her theory was confirmed. The blond stood there for a few seconds before rushing down to sit down next to Y/N, pulling her by the waist to sit under his umbrella.

"Hello, Draco." Y/N smiled as he removed her hood and ruffled up her hair playfully. "What are you doing here?" She asked, admiring how disheveled he looked.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Draco laughed, his chest still heaving from the sight of Y/N in the cold rain.

"Just contemplating." Y/N said contently, her hands in her laps, watching as the rain got even more intense.

"Do you mind if I ask what?" Draco inquired, placing his arm behind Y/N's body, resting close to but not touching her hip.

"You." Y/N grinned.

"Oh, yeah? And what about me?" Draco said, now smiling as wide as possible. He loved moments like this with Y/N but had unfortunately gotten used to having very little of them.

"You're a tough shell to crack." Y/N said, shoving Draco to the side.

"Am I?" Draco mused.

"Mmhmm." Y/N hummed, staring back at the Quidditch field.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?" Y/N asked, enjoying the moment and hoping she wouldn't ruin it.

"If I told you I was in love with you right now, what would you say?" He asked, nervously picking at his nails and fiddling with the handle of the umbrella.

"Well..." Y/N said, scooting closer to Draco. "I'd tell you," Y/N grabbed Draco's hand and held it to her heart. "that I was in love with you, too."

Draco smiled softly. "You are?"

"I don't know, you haven't told me anything yet!" Y/N beamed.

Draco laughed to himself, looking down before looking into Y/N's beautifully Y/E/C eyes. "Y/N?" He said, holding Y/N's head in his free hand.

"Yes?" Y/N said lightly, hearing her heart punch out her chest.

"I'm in love with you." Draco said, pulling her face closer to his.

"Draco?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, Y/N?" Draco responded, stopping himself from grinning.

"I'm in love with you, too." She whispered against his lips.

Then, without so much as a warning, Draco closed the gap between them, taking in all of Y/N's air as if she was his lifeline. Y/N felt as happy as Merlin would allow her to be without shattering into tiny little pieces on the ground. But, as the kiss escalated, so did Draco's need to touch Y/N more. Y/N anticipating this, took the black umbrella out of Draco's hands and gently tossed it across the floor. Draco brought his large hands up to Y/N's face to caress her cheeks softly, but Y/N was one step ahead of him. She leaned forward, causing Draco to lay on his back onto the bleachers. Y/N straddled him, never taking her lips off of him, even when he held her waist so tight that she ran out of air in her lungs.

"I've waited for this longer than you know." Draco breathed in between each little kiss Y/N peppered across his face. He and Y/N accidentally drank some rainwater between their amorous kiss and were almost out of breath.

"That makes two of us." Y/N laughed, pressing another breathless kiss to Draco's lips. The two laid together on the floor, a heaving mess, clinging to each other as much as possible. "I. Love. You." Y/N said, kissing both of Draco's cheeks and ending on the tip of his nose.

"I love you more." Draco laughed, letting a few tears spill out of his eyes before Y/N kissed them away.

Out of nowhere, the rain stopped, something unusual for Scotland, especially at this time of day. Then, as if an angel was descending, the clouds made way for the sun, which shined so bright that Y/N and Draco were forced to look the other way. In that direction, a rainbow more beautiful than either of them had ever seen stood. Y/N looked at Draco, who was already staring lovingly at her. She smiled, letting Draco press another long kiss to her lips.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." Y/N said.

"My heart feels so full I feel like I'm going to erupt." Draco laughed, loving and cherishing the beautiful sight he had in front of him.

"Me before you." Y/N said simply, throwing herself onto Draco, who held her lower body to his own. He kissed her again, not able to resist the comfort and love she provided him with, murmuring sweet nothings in between each kiss.

Y/N didn't bother looking at the rainbow again. She'd already found her precious pot of gold and silver lining right in front of her.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Body |Peter's Turn

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)

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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.

He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.

Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.

Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.

He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.

Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.

He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.

He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.

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PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy

PrinceHarry👑: bro what

PrinceHarry👑: ???

PrinceHarry👑: what is that

PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip

PrinceHarry👑: ...

PrinceHarry👑: oh

PrinceHarry👑: OH

PrinceHarry👑: 😂

PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???

PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n

PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀

PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT

PeterParkour🤟: well actually

PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that

PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT

PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?

PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment

PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over

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Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.

You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.

To put it short, you needed a break.

And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.

MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"

"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."

You paused. "What?"

He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"

You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."

He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."

"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.

Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"

You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"

You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"

"What?"

-

Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.

"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.

"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."

"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"

"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.

"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"

Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.

When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"

"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."

Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"

Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

-

You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.

"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.

"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"

"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."

You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."

"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."

You sighed. "So, no?"

"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."

Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.

"So...do I or do I not text him?"

"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."

"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"

"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."

You bit your lip. "You sure?"

She shrugged. "Pretty sure."

-

"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."

Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."

This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.

He looked good.

"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."

Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."

"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."

Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"

"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.

-

Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.

"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"

Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."

"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."

"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.

The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.

Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.

Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

What.

"What?!"

You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"

His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"

MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."

Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."

You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"

Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"

Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."

All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"

He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."

"What thing?," MJ asked.

Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."

You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.

"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"

He nodded.

You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."

"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."

He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.

Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.

You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.

"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"

You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.

Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"

"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.

"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"

"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."

"It was really hot," you gushed.

Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."

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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this

Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings , @hey-its-grey , @spideyyeet , @sunkissedspidey , @tommyunderoos , @chaoticpete , @sovereignparker , @thesherlockianavenger , @bubblebucky , @eridanuswave , @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr , @kidney9-9 , @gwenvrse, @the-weird-bisexual, @kelieah

[everyothermouse]

A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

[mistressarafax]

Maybe more specific than you wanted but it'd love your take on Anzu's surprise visit to Jou's in 'Letting Go'. You said that it happened but not much more, and it was a super funny concept it'd love to know more about.

Thanks for the request! This one was super fun, and I made it a little longer than I’d actually meant to. Oh well! Hope you enjoy!

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Anzu hadn’t expected any free time during her trip to San Francisco. The schedule had been packed full for the entire week. The local dance troupe she was instructing for the week had brought her in and were paying for her whole trip. Yet, somehow, despite the busy schedule, she ended up with free time on her last night there.

Because she hadn’t expected any time off, she hadn’t bothered telling Jounouchi that she was going to be around. Which meant she now had the opportunity to surprise him. She’d sent him a vague message, hoping to figure out if he was home or not before making the trip to his house. Getting there wasn’t exactly going to be cheap, and there was no reason to waste the money if he was out for the night.

It didn’t take a lot. A simple message in the group chat.

Anzu: I’m so bored. I hope everyone else has some exciting plans for the weekend.

Because of the time difference, she didn’t expect anyone besides Jounouchi to reply. After a few minutes, he lived up to her expectations.

Jounouchi: I’m just hanging out at home. Best place to be after a busy week working.

Perfect.

She got dressed, applied a light coat of make-up, and arranged herself a ride to Jounouchi’s.

Fifty minutes later, she stood on the stoop in front of his house. It took him awhile to answer the door, but she couldn’t blame him considering how unexpected her visit was. The porch light flicked on and the door swung open, revealing a very startled Jounouchi.

“Surprise!” she exclaimed, grin on her face

“Uhhh…hey,” Jounouchi returned, less enthusiastically.

“Aww,” she pouted. “You aren’t excited to see me?”

“I am happy to see ya. I just…uhh… I got company,” he said.

“Company?” she asked, voice raising suggestively.

Jounouchi flushed. “Ah, yeah. Well, come in, I guess.” He stepped out of the way, and Anzu walked through the doorway, curiosity piqued. Who was Jounouchi so embarrassed about having over?

She rounded the corner into the living room and stopped short as she noted Kaiba sitting on Jounouchi’s couch, whatever they’d been watching on TV casting a soft glow on his face. She smiled to herself. So she hadn’t been imagining things six months ago. Kaiba and Jounouchi were into each other.

“Hey, Kaiba, we got a surprise visitor.”

Kaiba turned, met her eyes, and then, after a fraction of a second, heaved a loud, irritated sigh. With a dramatic huff, he stood up and moodily left the room, loudly tromping his way to the kitchen. She fought back a giggle. With as much as Kaiba had pitched a fit about her presence, she knew she’d definitely interrupted something.

Jounouchi sighed, and then started explaining before she could ask. “So uh, yeah. I’m seein’ Kaiba. It’s only been a few months, so I ain’t told no one yet.”

“I’m only surprised because I didn’t know you’d broken up with Alexa.”

“I broke up wit’ Alexa,” Jounouchi deadpanned.

“Kaiba has already rubbed off on you, it seems,” Anzu noted teasingly. “Being all sarcastic.”

He cracked a smile, fiddling with his fingers as he sat down. “She actually broke up wit’ me. Told me to give things wit’ Kaiba a shot. I owe her a lot, honestly.”

Anzu hummed thoughtfully, taking a seat on the adjacent recliner. “I kind of figured there might have been something going on between you and Kaiba when I visited last. You just seemed��so close to each other.”

“Yeah. And then ya went and told Yugi about it. Ya know he tracked down Kaiba to give ‘im a lecture about not hurtin’ me?”

“He did?” Anzu asked incredulously.

Jounouchi nodded. “He sure did.”

“I only told him that I’d gotten the impression that Kaiba liked you. I didn’t mean for him to do anything about it. It was an observation.”

“It’s fine,” Jounouchi assured. “Kaiba and I are datin’ now, so it ain’t like it matters. It’s been since my birthday, actually. So like three months.”

“That’s cute, Jou. You seem happy with him, too, and honestly, that’s the only thing that matters.”

“I am. We actually get along great.”

Anzu smiled. “That’s almost astounding to hear, all things considered. But really, Jou-kun, I’m happy for you.” She reached out and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. He returned a grateful smile.

“Thanks. I ain’t told nobody else yet. Yugi knows, but he’s promised not to say anythin’. Just don’t tell anyone else about it. I’m not like…ready to come out yet.”

“I understand. I won’t say a word,” she promised.

She looked up when Kaiba’s shadow loomed over her, offering her a drink with a scowl on his face. She took it from him.

Jounouchi spoke up before she could thank Kaiba. “Hey, thanks Seto! S'real thoughtful of ya.”

“Hn.” Noncommittal, but he handed Jounouchi the other drink he carried in his opposite hand.

“Ya gettin’ one for yourself?” Jounouchi asked.

“Mmm,” Kaiba hummed as he wandered back into the kitchen, and Anzu watched the interaction in awe.

“Is he always so quiet? That’s not exactly how I remember him being.”

“Nah. He’s just bein’ antisocial 'cause you’re here.”

“I interrupted something, didn’t I?” she asked.

“Well, um… yeah. The movie wasn’t really gonna be about watchin’ the movie, ya know?”

Anzu giggled at the way Jounouchi’s face turned crimson. “I’m sorry. Really.”

Kaiba wandered back in, carrying his own glass of what appeared to be water and eyeing Anzu suspiciously as she laughed. He settled down on the couch beside Jounouchi, though he kept space between them by pressing himself against the armrest, legs crossed. He radiated discomfort until Jounouchi reached out and took his hand, scooting closer to him until their thighs touched. Anzu didn’t miss how Kaiba’s tension unwound at the contact.

“So what are ya here for, Anzu-chan?” Jounouchi asked.

“Instructing a dance troupe. They’re paying for my hotel for the week, and since I wasn’t supposed to have any free time, I never mentioned I’d be in the area. But then we finished up early today, and I figured I’d drop by and surprise you.”

“I’m definitely surprised.”

“I really am sorry for interrupting your evening,” Anzu apologized. “Next time, I’ll give you a heads up first.”

Jounouchi grinned sheepishly. “It would be appreciated.”

Very quietly, she heard Kaiba mutter, “She better.”

She bit back the laugh that threatened to escape. Kaiba was clearly more irritated about the interruption than Jounouchi, which was kind of cute, honestly. It humanized the impulsive CEO just as much as the way he sat in sweatpants and a t-shirt, holding Jounouchi’s hand. It made him look content, and Anzu didn’t think Kaiba had felt much contentment in his life.

She stayed and chatted for a while longer, though she knew she should get going. She could feel Kaiba’s eyes on her, silently telling her to leave. But Jounouchi was doing most of the talking, filling her in on his life and dropping casual details about his and Kaiba’s relationship throughout.

As she listened to him, she pulled her phone out to arrange herself a ride back into the city. When the GPS indicated that her driver had pulled into Jounouchi’s neighborhood, she stood up from her seat and announced, “Hey, I’m going to get going and let you two get back to your 'movie’.” She made air quotes as she said it. They weren’t going to watch the movie. Jounouchi had said as much. Kaiba made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, but Jounouchi rested his cheek on Kaiba’s shoulder, shooting Anzu a lecherous grin and his hand trailing up Kaiba’s thigh.

“Oh. We definitely will.”

Kaiba groaned and removed himself from Jounouchi. “You’re incorrigible,” Kaiba grumbled, slinking off to the kitchen again.

Jounouchi just shrugged and stood up. “It was good seein’ you again, Anzu-chan.” He wrapped her in a tight hug.

“You too, Jou-kun. I’ll see you next time. And I’ll call in advance.”

“You better,” he teased, releasing her and stepping away. Kaiba came back into the living room, and Jounouchi pressed against his side, arm loosely wrapping around Kaiba’s waist.

“See you later, Kaiba-san,” she said, giving the tall brunet a small wave.

He nodded in return. “Goodnight, Mazaki-san.”

With farewells exchanged, she bounded out of Jounouchi’s house. She relished the jubilant feeling that accompanied being right about something. And they were actually really cute together. They had a subtle chemistry, speaking volumes through only slight movements and gestures. That’s exactly what she’d noticed in their interactions six months ago that had made her curious about what was going on. Now, those interactions were even more obvious, and it left little room for doubt. It was sweet and touching and put a smile on her face as she hopped into the Uber taking her back to her hotel.

[franeridart]

Oh man, I'm just imagining that there's so many close brushes with kiribaku almost realizing or almost being in positions to find out that the other is a vigilante-- an injury and no way to get into contact with Jack or Mina-- a rainstorm washing Kiri's dye away on the job. I think it'd be especially funny if he thought for a minute that Kiri was bleeding but then Kiri is like "UH GOTTA GO ITS NOT BLOOD" and he realizes it's red hair dye

Oh Kirishima sort of already suspects it’s Bakugou - more or less? He’s in the process of starting to suspect it, at least lol for being someone who really doesn’t want to be found out Bakugou’s more carefree in his disguise than Kirishima is (his hair is a pretty obvious giveaway, for example, thought Bakugou relies a lot on the ‘attacking and running’ strategy, so in his mind all he gotta do is just not be seen by anyone at all lol) compared to Kiri he gets bruised and beaten up way more too (Kiri’s hardening makes it easy for him to avoid that in general) - Kiri’s noticing Bakugou’s bruises and his vigilante friend’s bruises match up a whole damn lot, so he’s starting to figure that one out

Bakugou’s a dumbass tho (read: he doesn’t really look at people he isn’t particularly interested in) so for him it’s gonna take a while haha

Anon said: If in vigilantes au Bakugou and jirou are just friends why do they live together and hug like a couple?

They’re best friends, and sometimes when your best friend is going through a real rough heartbreak and he’s in literal tears over it, you might be nice enough to offer your back for him to hide his face in and let him pretend he isn’t currently breaking down on you. Sometimes, you like a person in a platonic way enough to emotionally support them as best as you can when they’re at their lowest. It. Sort of happens between best friends, now and again. You don’t really need to want in someone’s pants to care about them.

They live together cause they started working together as vigilantes when they were in high school, and once they moved up to college they found it a good idea to have someone back home who knew about what they were doing to treat eventual wounds, since they can’t go to the hospital! Also the rent is cheaper this way

Anon said:Can you draw more comics of childhood kiribaku? You’re art is sooo cute 💓

It’s something I’ve regularly kept on going back on for years by now, so sure, it’ll probably happen! And thank you!

Anon said:OH MY GOD. Please tell me you will make an official webcomic of your Vigilante AU. It’s so beautiful, cute and I definitely need more of this. It’s like a drug that I did not know I needed until I read your concept(????). BTW, your art is soooo pretty. Thank you so much for drawing KiriBaku ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ahhh I’m really happy to hear you like it! For personal reasons I’ve decided that making a cohesive, coherent succession of comics isn’t something I want to do, but I think I’ll draw more of that AU soon enough, snapshots and things like that! I hope that’s good enogh for you~

Anon said:May I request a pissed kiri??

Didn’t I draw that less than 10 posts ago

Anon said:Hey, I rlly admire you! I wish we were friends, you seem rlly nice!!

Thank you!!! The few close friends I have might tell you I’m actually not that great at the whole friends thing, but I appreciate the feeling a lot! :D

Anon said:Were Kirishima’s eyes red in the last panel of the last comic??

Yep :( he really does like Bakugou, after all

Anon said:I saw you answering the other anon and if I may ask, why posting the gem au was a big mistake? Were pol rude with you? If it’s so, I’m sorry abt it

Anon said:You said that posting your SU AU stuff was the biggest mistake you ever made… is it because of something that we, as viewers and worshippers of your KiriBaku (damn, I’ll never stop telling you it’s cute and adorable and it hurts but it’s also sweet), can help NOT doing? Or is there anything we can do?

It’s okay, it just got in the hands of people who don’t particularly like Bakugou, and these people started talking about the AU in less than nice terms, which was honestly pretty ridiculous and made me wonder how people can survive being alive on this earth when they consider Steven Universe sensitive material but either way it brought around in my activities a bunch of people I would have preferred not to interact with ever, and that sort of took the fun out of the AU? Now every time I think about drawing for it those people come back up in my head and I get annoyed all over again, it’s no fun

Anon said:are you still doing the fusion au? id love to see kaminari and shinsou

I’m not, sorry! Though someone did ask about baku and mineta and I’ve been thinking about drawing that horrible monster since then, and I’ve also been wanting to redesign the krbk fusion, so maybe I might get back to it ??? I’ll add shin*kami to the list haha

Anon said:I really like the relationship Jack and Bakugou have, and the angst is nice too! I really like the vigilatne AU! I hope we can see more of it, only if you feel like it of course!

Thank you so much ;;;

Anon said:Silly question. If Kirishima activated his quirk being in water. Would he float like wood, or he’d drown like a rock? >//w//

Oh, I’m pretty sure he’d go down since his quirk makes him into a rock haha

Anon said:I think this is around the eighth anonymous ask I send you, but being a porn-making Tumblr user, it’s better if I don’t go public. I just wanted to say, once again, that I love your KiriBaku, it makes me both ache and feel so warm and fuzzy inside; but right now, the focus is that Bakugou’s crying face against Jack’s back is just so good, expressive and painful. I often hate his guts, but yours I can never hate. And the sheer intensity of that expression, and the environment too… so many feels

Aw, thank you!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my fav character, anon :D !!

Anon said:I have a question about the vigilante AU. What’s the relationship between jirou and bakugou? Because they don’t look like just friends

Why don’t they look like just friends tho

Anon said:Hypothetically. How would Bakugou react (or what would he do) if Kirishima stopped showing interest in him?

Are we talking about a specific AU or is this meant for the canon universe? Well, either way I’d say he’d be pretty hurt, but it’s not like he can force Kirishima to like him can he. Ah, in the vigilantes AU he’d probably think it’s for the best even if he’d hurt a lot over it, but in canon and most other AUs I like to think he’d try to fix it somehow? Unless he has other reasons to not act on his feelings for Kirishima… gosh this is a vague question, there are so many possibilities really!

Anon said:🧡Hi Fran! I’m pretty sure you’re the one who introduced this concept to me so I wanted to say thanks! Touch starved Bakugou and super cuddly Bakugou are totally my fave, especially when you have him all curled up with Jirou! Having them be Mina and Kiri level besties makes so much sense and I love you for introducing that thought to me!!!🧡

I’m!!!!!!!!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:in your vigilante au, Kiri has a scar, does Bakugo ever notice the scar?(curious if it reminds him of Red or nah, love yur art btw~~

When he’s not doing vigilantes work it’s actually hidden by the hair, so Bakugou never noticed! But if he were to notice he’d probably mark it down as a Kiri thing and leave it at that, as I said he’s not the most observant when he’s not particularly interested in someone so he hasn’t really registered it on Red’s face anyway haha

Anon said:I RLLY LOVE YOUR AU!! I haven’t found an AU in this fandom I’m rlly into but THIS IS SOCUTE??? will there be more?

Heck I sure hope so!! Thank you for liking it!!!

Anon said:hey for the anon you were looking for an outrageous ship to draw to test out their theory, try Tokoyami and Link (legend of Zelda link) cuz I just saw cosplayers of them hardcore dancing at dragoncon and I die every time I think about it. You can find a video of it on quirk-registration-office​  

…………………..I’m probably never gonna draw that ngl LMAO BUT this ask made me wanna draw Tokoyami as a Rito so I guess that’s ???? something that might happen instead heck that’s a good concept I should have thought about earlier

Anon said:I absolutely love your art its soon amazing and I really like the vigilantly au but take care of yourself okay

I dunno what I did to make you worry about me but thank you so much for it? I’ll try my best !!!! And thank you for liking my doodles too!!! ;^;

Anon said:Do you know about any fanfics based in your art?? (Idk if that’s grammatically correct sorry 😅)

Hmmmmmmmmmm there are a few but the only one that comes to mind right now is such a funny pair !!! boy ellen’s fics are always so damn amazing, I still can’t believe she wrote for me ;^;

[divinitysheart]

[loaded questions] #4 for rex / #28 for namine / #31 for lumine / #52 for byleth

REX : 4. What is something someone always tells you to do more of?

" Well, there are a lot of things I get told to do more of honestly. " A chuckle leaves his mouth as he spoke, for there is a lot of things people always tell him to do more of, afterall, they only see him as some dumb child that somehow got lucky and bonded with the Aegis.

" But the thing I'm told to do the most is definitely 'be more mature'. And I'll be honest with ya, it's kinda funny because they tell me to be mature as if they aren't loosing their mind over the fact I'm Mythra and Pyra's Driver constantly. "

Even when they don't audibly speak of their distaste for him being, their expressions say it all. But at this point, Rex is used to the looks he's given by the adults in power. At first he wanted to snap and get mad at them, but then he realized the less he showed he cared, the more it got under their skin.

-

NAMINE : 28. How do you deal when you know someone’s not willing to give you what you want?

" Well, it depends on how important what I want is. " It truly did depend on how important it is for her, because she doesn't like pushing people to do things for her for it makes her feel uneasy to do so. And not to mention, being too pushy could cause an argument between her and the person, and that's the last thing she wants.

" If we're talking about some art set that just came out, I really don't mind if the person isn't willing to get it. No one is obligated to do anything for me, and I typically under most circumstances would never push someone to do anything for me. "

The word typically made her feel awful, but she knows that there are certain cases in where she would be pushy. Even if there are only a few of them.

" ...However. If it's about my friends being in danger and the person refusing to let me go and help, that's when I will not hesitate to push. I may not be as strong as my friends but that doesn't mean I am weak and helpless, 'cause I'm not the same girl that was once trapped by chains, "

Namine pauses for a brief moment to think on how she's going to say what she says next, because it's a sentence she never thought she'd ever be able to speak in her life time.

" Because the me you see now has turned those chains into her wings of freedom. "

-

LUMINE : 31. When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?

" I don't really lower my standards to just get someone's approval. "

This question wasn't really insulting to them, but it also wasn't an easy one to answer because it'd been far too long to vividly remember a time when they did such a thing. Forgetting things you've done kinda happens once you're over 1,000 years old.

" Hmph. I suppose there was this one time I lowered my own standards to get approval from my mom. It was back from when I was a little starling so forgive me if I'm vague on details. "

" It was when I first began to train around the age of maybe 100? Mother was very stubborn and really didn't want me training at first, but with the help of my brother, we were able to convince her. But she constantly kept telling me to do things in a more simple manor and I argued with her saying that she needed to stop babying me. We stayed away from each other for a few days after that. "

Lumine finds herself silent for a moment, reminiscing on those good old days where they could just be with their mother.

" ..After that, I decided that I'll listen to her and do things in a more simple manor to put her mind more at ease. I don't know if that counts as lowering my standard, but yeah. "

-

BYLETH : 52. What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

" ... "

What an interesting question, this was indeed rather thought provoking for them. Because truly, what was their worst habit that rewards them the most? Although it does click into their mind rather quickly, the reasoning behind the habit they've figured out has them rather intrigued.

" Not showing emotion when I fight I believe. Because while yes, anger is often something to be feared on the battlefield, nothing is scarier to a person than someone who seems indifferent to whether you live or perish. A person whose gaze feels like they could cut you in two from looks alone. "

Byleth calmly says this as if it were a common fact without much issue, for there was no reason for them to lie about it in the slightest.

" Although I am not truly fond of the name, the cold and uncaring look in my eyes as I slay my enemies has earned me the title of 'The Ashen Demon'. In which makes many cower away and run, which I much rather prefer them to do because I already have enough blood on my hands, and I do not wish to add more unless I have to. "

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Emotional Breakdowns Lead To Passably Poetic Ramblings

26.06.21

word count: 2.15K

I never write because I need everything I write to be evocative. I need it to be painful. What's the point of writing something if the reader doesn't hurt? It hurt me to write this, and I hope it hurts you to read.

I've always imagined putting my thoughts into words, but I don't know if I want them to be on paper or my phone. Digital is easy, it's good, it's clean. It's easy to edit, to navigate, to save; it'll probably live on forever. It won't erode and disappear like the writing journal I had for six years, eaten away by the same termites who ate my entire closet from the inside. His name was Reggie, and he deserved better. I'd kept him safe in the closet, but I learnt too late that nothing was safe in the closet. Nothing physical, existing is ever safe from the World and it's beasts – Man or insect.

But paper is personal, it's real. It's beautiful. Sure, sometimes my brain and heart think of words faster than my hands can keep up, and the words are barely legible and my hand-writing's not pretty anyway, but that's the beauty of it. That's what makes it mine. But someone I know can stumble upon these words and read the truth of my existence. But maybe I want them to stumble upon it, one day. Maybe I want them to find my words and understand, really understand, who I was and what I am and what I kept locked up inside of me. That I wasn't some selfish, ill-mannered brat. That I really loved them, but sometimes it was hard. My mother always tells me no one can ever trust anyone but family, that even if she screams and shouts and scolds at first, at the end of the day she'll always have my back, and I know that's the truth.

But my cousin molested my other cousins and I, and she cried when she found out after years because she had to hear it from the other side of the family, and she cried because she'd told me so many times that she'll always have my back if something like that happened to me and she keeps saying family and family and family, and trust and trust and trust and how family is my parents and brothers and that's all we can ever trust but how do I tell her that the reason I said nothing when my cousin did it was because I was used to staying silent when my brother did? It's all so funny because I was blessed enough to have been born to parents who would never blame me for being abused in a society in which the blame- and shame-game is prevalent, but what do you do when the victim is your daughter and the abuser is your son – your firstborn, the first "nawasa" in the family, your pride and joy, the prince charming. You've loved him for seven more years than you've loved me. I understand. You don't deserve to suffer the truth. I saw how you were when you found out the truth about the cousin, I remember the things you said about family and trust. I know you have your own issues. You don't deserve to suffer. You don't. I love you all. So much. So so much. I won't let you suffer. I won't let you be the collateral to his sins. I'll protect you, and you'll never know.

And I'm okay, so why would I say anything? When we're happy and whole and great? Why would I say anything when I'm actually, genuinely fine and unaffected? Why would I ruin us? How could I say anything? And I'm fine, I really am. I'm okay. And I know my friends think I'm gaslighting myself when I say that I'm fine and it hasn't effected me much and it wasn't that bad because I was never actually physically hurt, but it's true. I'm used to laughing and loving the people I hate. I'm used to hating the people I love without an ounce of real hatred. I know what it sounds like, but it really isn't that way. It's okay. I'm okay, and no one should worry, even if sometimes I want everyone to worry. Even if sometimes I want everyone's pity and attention and love and sympathy, and I want them to hurt for me, like I hurt for the people I love. Sometimes I just want validation, I want people to know everything so they understand me. But everyone wants to be understood, so that's nothing special. I'm okay, and that is the only thing what matters.

I wasn't raped; I was molested. There's a difference.

I wasn't raped, and honestly I only remember a few instances with clarity. Everything else is a blur – it's all just snippets and flashes of memory spun together to make a vague, dramatic montage. But I wasn't ever physically hurt, and of course I know that it was still terrible and horrible and I didn't deserve it, but understand that it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I'm fine and genuinely, actually okay and I'm only affected when I have a mental breakdown, but that's almost always because I'm pms-ing. And it hasn't happened in a while now. It stopped. I think it's been four years? And it happened for five? six? I was 9 or 10 when it started? And he was 16 or 17? Okay, that – Oh, God oh fuck that sounds bad doesn't it? I'm 18. My younger brother is 10. I couldn't imagine– I can't. God.

But it actually wasn't as bad as it sounds. I was asleep – of course I wasn't asleep (but I think sometimes I must've been? I don't know) – but I was "asleep" when he did what he did. And he did do a lot, to be honest. His hands, everywhere on me. His mouth – everywhere. His–

Why is it so hard to write? I think it's harder to write than it is to think and speak of it.

But I don't know what happened to me. I don't know. I don't remember what happened. I wish I'd kept a better record, but I didn't. Oh, I remember a lot of things that happened, but I don't remember it all. I wish I did but I really don't. I wish I could read and revisit and do a shitty psychoanalysis of him. But I can't, and now he's the only one who knows what really happened, and I'll have to live with it.

There were no words. Never any words, never any pain. So again, I'm fine, and I'm okay. And he's great and fun and funny and I love him and I care about him and I'm always joking with him and he's a terrible person and I hate him and I wish I knew how his brain works and what he was thinking and still thinks and I'll never forgive him, but it's okay. It's really okay. As long as I was the only one who suffered. As long as I'm the only one who continues to suffer for my silence.

I think the only reason I still think about it so much is because I never got closure. I never got an explanation. I never understood why. I don't know if he's an irredeemable monster or if he at least feels guilty. I don't know what he was thinking, because there were never any words. And I'm glad there weren't any words and I was "asleep" because it makes it easier to interact with him and pretend it never happened, that it was someone else and everything's still okay.

But there were never any words, so I don't have anything to work with. Nothing to draw conclusions from, nothing to psychoanalyze him with. I don't know what he was thinking, I don't know what happened. I want closure, I want to understand. But I'm scared of whatever will lead up to the conversation, and the conversation itself. I'm scared of the acknowledgment and how it'll change everything irrevocably. I'm scared of getting closure, but I need it too. I need to understand.

Did you feel bad? Did you think of how it'll hurt me? Did it hurt you? Or were you indifferent to it all? Did you just not care or –fuck–was it some big joke? Was it funny? Was it amusing? Do you feel entitled to me? How fucking dare you? How could you? How fucking could you? You loved me. You were great to me, you still are sometimes. You're my big brother, man. I loved you. I love you. You were supposed to be my hero and I fucking swear to God you were. What the fuck happened to you? What made you this way? How could you do that to me? How could you do that and still look at me in the fucking eye? How? Why? I deserve to know.

But please don't tell me. I don't know what I'll do if I find out the extent of your monstrosity. I don't want you to fall even lower. I like to think you can't, but I know that's not true. Especially after what I learnt about Z- There's always room to fall.

But anyway – Reggie. I'd been brave enough to write a chapter of my life for the first time in that journal. It was the last story Reggie got to know. I'd never been brave enough to actually write about how I'd been hurt. I could never even write his name when I tried to make a record of what I went through – I was always smart (or sentimental?) enough to try and and keep a record, some proof, dated and organized. I was smart enough – but not brave. Maybe because my coping mechanism was pretending he was two different people, or maybe because writing it would make it real; I'd lived long enough without acknowledging it (even more so without understanding it), maybe if I ignored it long enough it would just go away. But the story I wrote in it wasn't even about that exactly. It was an older story; It was about how all of it might've been my fault. About how maybe I was always a fucked up child. But the story also brings me comfort – it reminds me that I've always been me, that the person I am today is because of the person I always was. That there was no influence that made me this way. I am what I was.

The termites consuming Reggie also reminded me of the old Islamic story about how the Boycott of Banu Hashim ended – the parchment holding the banishment declaration by the Meccans had been eaten by termites, except for the word Allah – the name of God. I thought it'd be interesting if this was God's way of sending me some message I have yet to decipher.

But I don't believe in God. Maybe life would've been easier if I did; if I could have found peace in He who I could not see, could not touch. If I could've found the same relief that my friends and family find in His words, His presence.

But I never felt His presence. I tried, I really did (maybe I didn't, maybe I should've tried harder?). During my last try, I made the resolution to offer all my prayers one Ramadan. I thought if I manage to nail down all the worship obligations, actual faith might follow somehow.

I lasted two days. I cried on the prayer mat during Fajr both times, like my mother does all the time, but I doubt it was for the same reasons as her, or lead to the same result. I did not feel at peace, and I did not feel seen and heard by the Creator; I had never felt more alone, more abandoned. My heart did not feel a little less heavy; it had never felt heavier.

I cried because I was desperate the cycle wouldn't repeat. I wanted to believe there was someone who could make it stop, someone who could make sure that others didn't follow in his footsteps. It did stop, eventually. But I think that's just how it was supposed to be – not because some deity cared enough to make it stop. He doesn't care about us, but if you don't agree with that, I envy you. I wish I believed what you believe.

But I'm also glad I don't. So I will just exist, till one day I don't. And you won't remember me, and He won't care, and no one will greet me at the Gates of Heaven or throw me in the depths of Hell, because neither exist.

I hope.