#Bubble Wrap 3 Meter

[bubblewrapjogja]

౦889·8585·౩8౦8 (WA) Beli Plastik Bubble Wrap Dimana Jual Plastik Gelembung Wates

Harga babel wrap bubble wrap kudus harga bubble wrap wates nama lain plastik gelembung bubble wrap bandara harga babel wrap kulon progo. Plastik gelembung untuk tas beli plastik gelembung wonosari bubble wrap yang bagus merk apa. Pabrik babel wrap bantul harga plastik bubble per meter beli bubble wrap grosir bubble wrap wonosari bubble wrap air bubble wrap beli dimana beli bubble wrap wates produsen plastik gelembung gunung kidul grosir babel wrap kulon progo bubble wrap dan kardus produsen babel wrap wates .

[fandoms--fluff]

Mud and Suds

Flufftober, October 3rd

3 year old Salvatore sister reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Summary: Damon makes Stefan give you a bath from you being all dirty, and it backfires on him just a bit

Warnings: None, fluff overload

A/n: may be a bit ooc, but it's really stinkin cute

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It��s been two hours since you went outside carrying a plastic shovel and two different sized containers.

“She’s been out there for a while, what’s she doing?” Damon brought up, looking outside through the open door and can barely see you because you’re too far away. 

“Well you can always check on her” Stefan pointed out, looking up from writing in his diary.

Damon shrugged and went out, walking towards where you were sitting, surrounded by different blobs of dirt and mud. You built all of them forming a little mud kingdom of your own surrounding your vicinity. He walked up to you, noticing all of the mud smeared on your clothing, face, arms, and legs. He raised an eyebrow wondering how you managed that. 

“Hey, Kiddo, I think it’s time to go inside and clean you up” Damon crouched down in front of you. 

“Bu’ mud, Day Day” you pointed at your creations, and called your brother by his nickname.

“Its getting late, you can continue tomorrow, alright?” Damon said and you nodded.

You stood up and walked over to Damon, avoiding destroying any of the mud castles. He took one of your muddy hands and walked you into the house.

"Don't you even think about it" Damon said when you were about to pull away from him and run around the house.

You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out before seeing Stefan sitting in one of the chairs. "S'efan!" You exclaimed and ran over to your other big brother. You wrapped your arms around his legs, unnoticlingly smearing mud all over his pants.

"Hello to you too, y/n/n" Stefan sighed when he saw all the mud on him.

Stefan looked over to your guys' older brother and pressed his lips together for a moment. "At least she only ran four meters away?" Stefan shrugs.

"Really? Well for that, guess who's on bath time duty? You" Damon told him before walking up to his room.

"Okay. Let's go get you all cleaned up! And let's get all these muddy clothes cleaned" Stefan picked you up, not caring about more mud getting on him since he already has to change anyways. "Yeah!" You exclaimed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He carried you on his hip up the stairs and to his bathroom. Once he got there, he sat you down on the counter for a second while he turned the tap on to gave the bathtub filling up.

"Let's get you out of these dirty clothes, and if you're good during the whole bath, you can sleep in Damon's bed tonight" Stefan smiled, getting back at Damon for leaving him alone with a mud covered and energetic you to get cleaned and ready for bed.

"Yea, Day Day! Bubbles?" You asked him. "Yes, you can have bubbles in your bath" Stefan agrees. He grabbed the bottle of lavender scented bubbles from under his sink that he bought for you a couple months ago.

After he poured some of it in under the running tap, he came back over to you. Getting you out of the clothes was fairly easy to him. Usually you'd have put up a fight about having a bath, but today you're cooperating easily.

"Ready!" You exclaimed and raised your arms in excitement. "Yes you are, good job!" Stefan brang you over to the tub and slowly raised you into the warm water. "Is it too hot?" He asked. You shook your head, immediately playing with the bubbles.

"Okay, I'm going to be back in just a second, I'm going to get all your muddy clothes into the hamper, and change out of my now muddy clothes, you got it?" He said softly.

"Otay" you said before splashing with the bubbles again.

Stefan ruffled your wavy hair before picking up the pile of small muddy clothing. He vamped out of the bathroom connected to his room. He quickly put all yours and his muddy clothes into an empty laundry bin and changed into a tshirt and sweatpants.

When he got back into the bathroom, there was water splashed onto the ground. "Really?" he deadpanned, to which you just giggled back.

Stefan just shook his head with a small smile. He came over to you with a washcloth and body wash. He washed all the mud off of you quickly, surprised that you stayed still the entire time.

"Okay, last time, cover your eyes" Stefan told you, holding a cup of water above your head to rinse out the final suds of shampoo out of your hair. Your head was tilted back just a bit.

You covered our eyes with your tiny hands, while also squeezing them shut. Stefan slowly poured the water over your head, making sure to get the last of the shampoo out.

"Alright! All done" Stefan tells you. You removed your hand from your face and tilted your head back to normal. "Bath 'inished?" You ask.

"Yep, it's finished, time to dry you off and get into your pajamas" Stefan told you and lifted you out of the tub with a towel and quickly wrapped it around your body.

He undid the stopper, letting the water drain out before walking out of his room and over to yours. He placed you on your bed, all dry becuase of the towel now and walked over to your dresser.

He pulled open one of the drawers with your pjs in them. "Do you care which one?" He asked you. "Uh-uh" you shook your head.

Stefan picked out a light purple and white striped lonsleeve and bottoms. "Okay, stripes it is" he said. He dressed you in the pajamas as you started to nod off.

"Day Day" you quietly said, realizing Stefan had picked you up into his arms again. "Mhm, let's go see drop you off with Damon" Stefan said, to which you giggled at.

When Stefan walked into Damon's room, he looks up from where he's sat in his chair. "What do I owe the privilege of seeing my baby siblings" he smirked at Stefan's slightly offended face from being called a 'baby sibling'.

"Oh, just a little gift" Stefan passed you over to him.

"S'eep in Day Day's bed!" You told him before nuzzling into his chest.

"I told her if she was good during her bath she could sleep in your room tonight and she was!" Stefan told him, answering his confused stare.

Stefan quickly bolted out of the room when he got the death glare from Damon, "Have fun!" He yelled before closing his door.

You just giggled at your older brother's expression and poked his face multiple times. "Good thing you're my favorite" Damon whispered in your ear.

[chaotic-on-main]

i want a rescue oneshot of levi saving me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gjdjyfjy you got it. I KEPT YOU ALIVE THIS TIME. :3 @humanitys-strongest-bamf

You'll Be Okay | CanonAU One-Shot (drabble? it's teetering between the two lol)

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ warnings/content ➼ soft crushing, being rescued (duh), blood, canonverse, fluff, slight hurt/comfort?

☾ word count ➼ ~1k

The abnormal came out of nowhere. One second, Levi was watching you smile back at him from your horse after a successful takedown—the next, he was watching in horror as your horse reared from a sudden titan hand sweeping down at you from the sky. You were thrown back onto the hard ground headfirst as your mare ran off to who knows where. Levi is quick to react, zipping from his own horse straight to the nape as the 15-meter titan bares down on your seemingly unconscious body. As always, his blade strikes true.

Once landed, he takes a quick survey to make sure there are no other threats. When Levi is satisfied, he makes sure to sheath his blades before bounding over to your still body. He swallows the panic bubbling in his throat from the sight of you. Blood runs down your face from a wound hidden beneath your hair and your chest heaves with ragged breaths. Levi exhales in relief because your moving chest meant you were still with him. But your pallid skin alerts him you need help, and fast.

Even without a titan in sight, being out in the open like this is a death wish. As gingerly as possible, Levi bends down to slide his arms under your limp body and lifts you up, your head lolling against his chest. He whistles for his horse, which rouses you against your wishes.

“C-captain?” You mumble, painstakingly aware of the throbbing against your skull. The smell of sweat and lemons permeate your senses.

"You're okay. I've got you." Levi feels your warm, sticky blood already seeping into his shirt. "Shit, you're bleeding a lot." You feel his heart beating hard against your head. It was a peaceful rhythm that threatened to lull you to sleep. Levi notices this and gently shakes you in his arms.

"Hey, keep those eyes of yours open. Stay with me now." You crack an eye open to the blurry sky above you, dots obscuring your vision. Your gaze flickers onto Levi’s face – it’s spotted with dirt, blood, and grime from the past 24 hours.

"Captain, you're really pretty. I think I like you." You let loose a giggle as you blink slowly. Sleep sounds so nice.

"Okay, you definitely have a head injury. Shut up, stay awake, and hold on to the mane.” He grunts down to you.

“Huh, what d-?” You barely get the words out before you’re heaved up on something – Levi’s horse. Your muscle memory kicks in and you’re quick to throw your other leg over the body but not without a hiss of pain as a flare of heat burns through your whole system. You grab onto the mane in tight fists to steady yourself, but you can already feel whatever strength you had left start to wane. Levi pulls himself on behind you and grabs the reins with one hand while wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you from falling off. You’re too weak to mutter a thank you, and instead lean forward against the horse’s crest to bury your face into the coarse hair.

.

You must have blacked out because the next time you open your eyes, you see the dark underside of a leafy canopy. A groan escapes your lips as a flood of pain comes washing over you again, each wave worse than the last.

“Don’t move.” You hear Levi mutter somewhere off to the right of you. In your periphery, you see your captain with his back against a wooden trunk, his heavy-lidded eyes peering down at something below him. You also notice that you are not on the ground but lying on a thick branch of a large tree.

“What happened?” You wince as the words rip through your dry throat. Levi steps over to you as he pulls out a canteen, kneeling next to you once he’s close enough. Another groan slips out as you push yourself up on your forearms. Levi gently brings the cold metal to your lips and you relish in the even cooler water sliding down your throat.

"The titan came out of nowhere. I couldn't out run it, not with you in this state. I zipped us up here so you could rest before taking off again." Levi explains as he stares down to the ground. You follow his gaze and spot at least five piles of steaming bones sitting at the base of the tree.

"Oh." You bring a couple fingers up to your head, which still pulsed with pain. You feel a soft fabric wrapping tightly around your crown, a fabric you know all too well. The breeze blows through the trees and your eyes are drawn to Levi's cape flitting in the wind. It’s roughly ripped at the bottom and shorter than it's supposed to be.

"Captain… your cape." Your voice comes out hoarse and scratchy.

"Did you want to bleed out?" He quips back.

"Well, no but- "

"Capes are replaceable, you are not." He stares hard at you. Only when the inevitable heat from his comment flushes your cheeks does he realize what he just said. Levi clears his throat and shifts his focus on the canteen in his hands as he screws it close.

"How much longer are we going to be up here?" You ask as you gently lie back down.

"Until you're ready." There's rustling next to you and when you turn your head, you watch as Levi settles in with a knee pulled up against his chest and his other leg dangling off the branch's ledge. He's staring out past the horizon, lost in thought. The wind whips around again, causing his hair to fly in different directions.

"Hey, Captain Levi?"

"What, cadet?" He side-eyes you.

"Thanks. For saving me. You're a great captain." And an even greater guy, you think.

"Tch. Your death is not allowed." He mutters before going back to watching the sky. You notice a pink dusting start to creep into Levi’s ear and cheek that faces you. You smile as you watch him keep an eye out, feeling safe in his presence

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Soooooo, we’re never done with bullying Cooper lol. But have some VM au @fruity-legos & @murkystarlight

under cut :3

Summary:

Four hundred meter dash goes horribly wrong, well at least mentally

Additional Tags:

I feel like we as a fandom don’t touch on his running themes enough. Track and Field. Cooper is Racer Boy fr. Running. Implied Lore. No beta we die like Cooper’s lungs. Cooper has issues. Hearing Voices

The single crack of gunshot fired up, breaking the stale air with the smell of smoke which triggered the gathered crowd into a fit of cheers as the six boys that had been waiting in a starters position took off down the strip of red track.   

Six different jersey colors that represented six different schools that enrolled one of each of the six boys that were all competing to be the first to complete the males Y 17 four hundred meter dash. Amongst these six boys was Cooper; number three, who was unfortunately only there because the coach had been short one kid to qualify for the track meet and surprising no one Cooper had been too nice to say no when the coach had asked him to join. So here he was; at some dingy track and field meet in New Jersey signed up to run the one hundred meter sprint, the four hundred meter run, and the fifteen hundred meter run when he should’ve— when he could’ve been elsewhere doing much more important things. 

He couldn’t change anything now; however, all he could do was run. 

Before the runners had even reached the hundred meter mark Cooper had already passed two of the other boys, leaving the green clad one in the dust and the one in orange struggling to make up for his lost place. All he had to do was pass three more people and he would take the lead. 

Cooper kept a steady pace for the next hundred meters or so, teasing the runner behind him slightly by staying just out of reach. A small wheezy chuckle wiggled its way out of Cooper’s mouth, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all it felt… freeing in a way being able to run without something chasing him. 

Of course it was just his luck that he would happen to think that at that moment. The images of nightmare creatures, horrible monsters crafted straight out of fear began to bubble up in his mind and started to cloud it. 

Cooper’s breath hitched and all in an instant whatever gratification he had begun to feel vanished as the runner behind him reached forward and gave a tug to the bottom of his jersey, yanking him back even if only by an inch. 

There were spikes of pain as Cooper tripped over his own feet and fell to his knees where he skidded to stop on them but he hardly noticed it nor the crowd letting out groans at his nasty spill. Too much was clouding his mind to notice most of the pain. 

A mix of anxiety and fear washed over him, rising up behind him like a shadow, a nightmare, and reaching long claws that wrapped around him, choking all rational sense out of him. As his breath and heart rate began to pick up, panic consuming him his instincts told him only one thing; run. 

Run, run, run. 

Run and don’t look back. 

Run and don’t let them catch you, don’t let him catch you! 

Run. 

Cooper launched himself to his feet, sprinting forward and surging past the runner in green that had just managed to get past him. 

He bolted past the runner in orange that had tripped him, and then passed the third placed runner in purple with ease. 

He ignored the coach as he yelled at him to watch his pace from the sidelines and kept running.

Maybe if he ran fast enough he could out run the voices. 

“Why don’t you believe me!? I’m telling the truth!” 

“Reckless boy, when will you learn?” 

“The hourglass is now your responsibility, do not lose it or the end of the dream world will be on your head,” 

“Listen Racer Boy, as soon as this is all over, we’re going our separate ways. No strings attached.” 

“I don’t do friends, never again.” 

“ You’re alone, you have no real friends. Logan wants revenge and Zoey wants to see the end of the Nightmare King, they’re both willing to use you to get what they want with no regards for what you claim to be friendship.” 

“Don’t act like you know me, you never did.” 

With every echoed voice Cooper gained more and more distance on the track, feet pounding against the gravel and sending up clouds of dust as he passed each of the other runners until he was finally in the lead. This left the pink clad runner who had been in first grasping at straws to try and regain the lead as they fell further and further behind. 

More voices hit as the finish line drew within arms length, each muttered word familiar and carrying a deadly blow with every sentence finished. 

His fault. His responsibility. Everything was his fault, if he had just been faster, been better! 

The finish line passed by under foot and a slightly confused but nevertheless enthusiastic cheer went up from the crowd but Cooper didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, no he had to run. 

He had to keep running. He had to fix this, he was going to fix this, he could fix this! 

Cooper’s body collided with a loud thump as he ran right into the coach and came to a violent stop. 

The coach placed his hands on Cooper’s shoulders and pushed him back as the teen started to wriggle, to try and fight to get free. 

He had to run, he had to get out of there. 

“Woah, woah, woah Cooper calm down!” The coach exclaimed, still holding Cooper by the shoulders as he attempted to calm the teen down, “You’re alright, you won.” 

Cooper breathed in shakily as he looked around wildly like some sort of caged animal, where were the monsters? How had he gotten here? 

Panting Cooper managed to get out, “Coach?” 

The coach nodded carefully, and gestured behind Cooper towards the finish line, “You won kid, you don’t gotta run anymore.” 

Cooper turned and took in the finish line several feet back where three of the other runners were standing or crouching as they panted from their finished race and massaged their aching muscles. 

Slowly Cooper drew in another breath, his chest screaming as it pinched and clenched against his ribs. The breath came out much faster as Cooper wheezed it back out, the cool air mixing with his warm internals and dragging painfully against his throat.  

Coach smiled, releasing his hand from Cooper’s shoulder and placing it firmly against his back as the teen started to shake, well his legs definitely hadn’t liked sprinting that. 

Cooper looked back to the coach, a lost look in his eyes as he muttered, “No, I haven’t won anything. Not yet.” 

As the coach went on to ask curiously as to what Cooper had meant the teen glanced down at his bloody knees as a blood droplet dripped down onto one of his shoes. His red shoes. They matched perfectly with his scraped knees. 

Letting out a wheeze Cooper bent over placing his hand on his knees as his chest heaved painfully.  

Maybe… maybe it was time to stop running. 

[rizahawkeye1380]

Crossing the Webs

Chapter 1 - The Other One Inside Me

If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? The Spider-Men?

“Date, September 3, 1984. Time, 4:34 PM Eastern Standard. Location, Columbia University. This is Dr. Egon Spengler performing the first documented experiment regarding the reaction of spider DNA affected by a dose of radiation with human DNA.”

He picks up the syringe, checking to make sure everything was in place; no air bubbles to be seen, the injection site was already sanitized, and the elastic band was tight enough that the vein was swelling just enough for the needle. “For the past few months, ten species of the Arachnida class were subjected to small doses of radiation. Of those ten species, five of them were exposed to a higher concentration of protonic energy, one of which is currently being used for today’s experiment. As I assumed, there are a lack of volunteers, so I will be self-experimenting with a 0.25-mL dose of Ummidia audouini ’s radioactive blood, half of the dose for the regular influenza vaccine. If I do not see a result by the two-week mark, I will attempt another test with the same condition with another 0.25-mL dose.” He slowly inserted the needle in, making sure that the blood was a darker red to indicate he had pierced the vein and loosened the elastic band a tad before gently pushing the plunger all the way. “The injection is complete and any further observations will be recorded in my notebook, thus concluding today’s recording.” He presses the stop button and disposes of the needle, wiping away the pulling spot of blood, and putting a swab of cotton over it and wrapping it tight with the ace bandage he had precut. After feeding the spiders and making sure they were safe and secured, Egon grabs his notebook and pens as he goes to another lab. He had been meaning to make a few adjustments to the PKE meter, hopefully calibrating it so that it would be able to pick up enough psychokinetic energy to detect any apparitions roaming around this world. It must have only been around half an hour when Egon started to feel a headache coming on; he tried to ignore it but the harder he tried, the more it came back harder than before. Had it only been a headache he could have soldiered on, but then he felt himself heating up…..a lot. He checked his temperature, 103°F, definitely a fever. 

As he started to head toward his shared dorm with Ray and Peter, he could feel his vision starting to blur and his clothes sticking to him because of how much he was sweating. He sat down for a moment to rest and recorded the signs and symptoms before stumbling his way onto the dorm room.

X

Ray yawned as he was cleaning up the table; Peter had gone out on a date so he had treated himself to some Chinese takeout and some television, but before he could turn it on he heard the door open. “Oh, hey Pete, how was your-?” Ray stood up straight at the sight of Egon looking feverish and sluggish. It even looked like he was sweating excessively through his clothes. “Holy shit!” Ray put a hand on Egon’s forehead and violently jerked it back. “You’re burning up a lot. Did you catch some bug in the lab?” The fact that Egon didn’t respond at all was alarming to him, he just seemed to be looking pass him. “I’ll heat up some soup. We should have some medicine to help your fever, do you need help getting changed?”

It seemed that was what seemed to snap Egon out of his stupor. “Yes….” Shit, his voice sounded like sandpaper. “Ok, don’t talk too much, can’t have you straining your throat anymore.” Egon headed to his room and carefully removed his clothing and folded them neatly on his bed. Next to his bed, a full-length mirror was mounted and while Egon rarely ever used it, the moment he laid his eyes on it, he froze. 

The first thing he noted was that there was…something that was growing in his inner forearms, and another thing beginning to form over his serratus posterior muscles. 

The second thing was how much more gaunt he was, how his ribs became so much more obvious even from a distance. 

The third and most concerning thing he noticed was how…hungry he was. Well, it wasn’t much hunger as it was that he was starving for something soft? Yes, but also smooth. Then he landed on the word; liquified. Spiders liquify their prey before consuming them…

He put on his pajamas, notably the long-sleeved ones, although it did little to hide his thin frame, and wobbled to the kitchen table where a piping hot bowl of chicken noodle was placed in front of him. He skipped the spoon and just slurped the whole thing from the bowl, coughing a bit as some of the soup went down the wrong windpipe. “Geez Egie, slow down a bit,” He stopped at the edge of the table with the two tablets for Egon’s fever, “....you didn’t eat lunch I guess?” Ray asked as he held them out for him.

He then watched as Egon silently nodded and swallowed the medicine dry before going back to his room to try to get some semblance of sleep. 

Hopefully, Egie gets well soon, never saw him this sick since that time he stayed up in the lab for three days straight…..

X

Running…that was the last thing Egon remembered doing before he woke up with a start. He looked around, he was still in his room, but it was clearly night. He looked at the clock next to him, 3:24 AM.

The medication must have knocked me out…

While he tried to go back to sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about running…but what was he running from…? He couldn't remember…or maybe he didn't want to remember…

He stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating. Maybe the injection gave hallucinations and whatever thing was growing in his arms was just something his brain conjured up. Except��� Except when he ran his fingers along his forearm it was still there, squishy like a blister, minus the searing pain he was familiar with, but then......he felt it.

He felt his flexors, pronator, and palmaris muscles shifting beneath his skin, making room for whatever that...thing was...but it didn't stop there...

The next thing that happened felt as if something was ripping under the serratus posterior muscles, yet Egon didn't feel like he was bleeding.

With each stretch, he swore he could hear his muscle fibers tearing and repairing itself as they tried to make more room.

Now suddenly everything was blurry, too blurry!

Egon wanted to scream for help but it felt like his voice was stolen away as his cheeks stretched more than humanly possible to accommodate for new protrusions that he knew were coming out from the sides of his mouth.

He laid there, tears slowly falling down his face, helpless as he faced the horrors that were flowing in his blood.

[dzthenerd490]

File: OC 26

SCP#: AHV

Code Name: The Silver Blanket

Object Class: Euclid/ Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AHV has been left to float freely within a 6x6 meter containment cell within Site-AK. The walls and floor of the containment cell are made of skinned human flesh. Behind the flesh is an artificial nervous system that helps keep the flesh fresh. It’s the same type of technology that AFA-3’s use to maintain their skin. As such there is no reason to enter the containment cell, even for maintenance. However, in the event of a containment breach or a power outage AFA-3 units specifically designed for SCP-AHV are to head to its containment cell and stand by. 

These particular SCP-AFA-3 units have been augmented with extendible spider-like limbs hidden in their arms, chest and back that grow out skin like a curtain. Should the skin within SCP-AHV’s containment cell start to rot allowing it to escape these AFA-3 units are to mobilize and wrap themselves around SCP-AHV like a bubble. The others are then to guard the one who has SCP-AHV contained until MTF units can arrive. The MTF are to guard SCP-AHV by updating Command on its status and watching out for possible threats and obstacles until Foundation engineers can reestablish the power in the containment cell of SCP-AHV. Afterwards, it will be slowly returned into the containment cell by the AFA-3, only then will containment be officially reestablished. 

Any testing must be approved by at least three Level 5 Foundation staff members, and if it’s a part of one of the major Projects. These are the only exceptions, anything else proposed will be disapproved immediately.

Description: SCP-AHV is a piece of metal that stands 24 inches wide, 36 inches tall, and is ½ centimeters thick. It seems heavily wrinkled like a sheet of aluminum foil yet what kind of metal it’s exactly made of is entirely unknown as it’s impossible to hold SCP-AHV in place. SCP-AHV is constantly moving, floating in the air and often swifts in direction and movement constantly to the point that it’s impossible to predict where it will go next. 

When SCP-AHV comes into 5 inches of human flesh it will quickly float away into the opposite direction. The fastest SCP-AHV goes is only 10 mph, and it never flies that high from the ground so it’s generally easy to catch. Though once a human does grab SCP-AHV it will quickly slip out of their grasp and continue to do so until it is free, no matter what the human tries. The longest anyone has ever been able to keep SCP-AHV within their grasp is 2 seconds. Knowing all of this one might assume SCP-AHV can be considered a toy but the true nature of the anomaly is anything but. 

Humans are avoided by SCP-AHV and besides the annoyance, are brought no harm, however when SCP-AHV comes into contact with any other organic matter or any other matter in general it will be erased from existence. Metal, stone, water, gas, plant, animal, dead, living, any form of matter will be instantly erased upon physical contact of SCP-AHV. Temperature has no effect on SCP-AHV in any way and forms of energy including energy-based attacks only seem to bounce right off. Though despite all of this, for whatever reason the only thing that is spared is either dead or living human tissue. This must be purely human tissue as Species of Interest Hybrids and Anomalous humanoids are at risk as well. Why this is the case is unknown. 

SCP-AHV was discovered in 2010 when the Global Occult Coalition reported an anomaly that was a massive threat before losing contact with the Strike Team who reported it. The Horizon Initiative and the Eight Wings of Mekhane formed a team and went to the area reported. It was the [data expunged] mountains of Alaska which is considered a war zone as it is home to several Sarkite clans and primitive Mekhanite sects that have been at constant war with each other. However, both organizations soon lost contact with this newly formed team as well. 

The Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition used drones to see what was going on. As the drone entered the area in question it saw trees that were cut up and missing chunks of themselves, strange holes in the ground and boulders, and there were also bits of dead bodies form animals and various Groups of Interest members. It was originally concluded that this unknown anomaly killed them; the only questioned remained is what?

Curiously the Sarkites had lost bits of them leaving them either half dead or dying by the time they were spotted by the drone. Thankfully the drone was equipped with a gun so it shot them all down before any could recover. The Mekhanites however, were completely dead as their vital artificial organs were erased entirely. Unfortunately this included the Eights Wings of Mekhane warriors who volunteered for the first investigation team. As the Drone progressed into the affected area more and more chunks of everything were erased exposing large amounts of the area below. Finally SCP-AHV was discovered, creating a crater around it by destroying all of the land in the area. Since it never floats very high from the ground it kept getting lower and lower leading to the massive crater. 

The discovery of SCP-AHV led to conflict as no one knew how to deal with it. The ACPA worked tirelessly with several ideas but none worked until SCP-AHV was contained entirely by chance. Please see Addendum X-56 for details.

***

Addendum X-56

The following is a SCP Foundation Copy of the ACPA’s efforts as well as which exact organizations were involved in each containment or neutralization attempt. There were actually hundreds of attempts so only the ones of great interest will be listed within Addendum X-56.

Attempt#: 65

GoIs Involved: The Autobots. 

Experiment: Optimus Prime proposed that he used a large crate like structure to contain the anomaly. He claimed this same crate was used to transport the “All Spark” a sacred treasure of all Cybertronians. 

Results: Failed, the anomaly destroyed the crate and nearly killed the Autobot Volunteer as a result. From here on out, it was proposed to have the anomaly destroyed rather than contained to preserve the lives of ACPA members. 

Attempt#: 273

GoIs Involved: The Global Occult Coalition and the SCP Foundation

Experiment: Space Task Fleet Apollo-1 and Strike Team-7445: "Space Dragons" deployed the SCPSS “Space Whale” and the GOCSS “Nova” over Alaska. The SCPSS “Space Whale” was armed with an electromagnetic distortion large scale rounds used for weakening entire populations of mekanites and hostile automatrons. Meanwhile the GOCSS “Nova” was armed with an experimental “rust” large scale rounds designed to release a strange virus that targets metal only and causes it to rust at an accelerated pace. Both were fired at the same time but with minimal acceleration and power to ensure any damage would only affect the anomaly and the surrounding area. The cover story presented later was that a meteorite fell in the area. 

Results: Failed, the anomaly was accelerated for a few short seconds but then proceeded to fly around at a normal pace again. It quickly erased all the smoke and debris around it.

Attempt#: 367

GoIs Involved: the Eight Wings of Mekhane, the Autobots, and the SCP Foundation. 

Experiment: The idea was to trap the anomaly within a bubble of pure energy and of no mass so that the anomaly couldn’t escape. The SCP Foundation, the Eight Wings of Mekhane, and the Autobots worked together to create a portable device for this. The Autobots notably gave a lot of their own Energon reserve to power up the device system and make the field as strong as possible. 

Results: Failed, the energy bubble was successfully created but the anomaly went berserk inside, bouncing between the walls at ever increasing speeds until the energy reserves were exhausted and the anomaly flew out. Once it did, it killed two Winged Mekhanites, cut off an Autobot’s hand, and even flew so fast that it cut off a researcher's head. This was the first reported time the anomaly managed to kill or bring any kind of harm to a human. The anomaly continued to bound around wiping out nearly an entire forest in the area before finally slowing down. All forces retreated immediately, some suffering great injuries like the ones listed during the retreat. It was agreed to never use energy as a containment alternative again. 

Attempt#: 376

GoIs Involved: Horizon Initiative and the Global Occult Coalition.

Experiment: The HI believed the item was a fragment of a chaos god and thus couldn’t be destroyed but can be sealed. They performed a thaumaturgic ritual known only to the HI and the GOC provided technology to boost the anomalous wavelengths created from the ritual for maximum power. This ritual was well known for weakening the power of chaos gods by a minimal amount but should be enough to stun this fragment.

Results: Failed, the anomaly was not affected at all and even started destroying equipment forcing them to retreat. 

Attempt#: 434

GoIs Involved: The SCP Foundation

Experiment: Given the evidence from previous attempts Dr. Zeek proposed to have a bunch of agents surround the anomaly since it tends to avoid specifically humans. They were to surround the anomaly then guide it to a transportation truck where it will be sent to an experimental site with experimental containment procedures.

Results: Failed, The anomaly just dug into the ground and ended up erasing vast amounts of the underground terrain causing a sinkhole and killing all the agents as a result. 

Attempt#: 507

GoIs Involved: The SCP Foundation

Experiment: by this point the mountain has half of its side erased as well as a majority of the ground. Granted it was all out of sight of any civilian settlement or area where civilians normally go but given the rate at which the anomaly was erasing everything, it wouldn’t last long. Unfortunately at this point the ACPA had exhausted almost every option that could both stop the anomaly but also protect the veil of normalcy. As such the thousands of options that were left would have to disregard the veil, however Dr. Walker proposed to have a net created only this time, have it made entirely of human skin and be able to convert the anomaly entirely though it must extend to at least 2 meters in diameter and must maintain the skin to keep it “fresh and alive” at all times. A drone was created to carry this “net” and use it to catch the anomaly.

Results: Success! The anomaly was caught immediately and the drone flew into a transport plane and taken to Site-AK where a containment cell of the same nature as the net would be made for the anomaly.

***

Since the SCP Foundation had one of its researchers finally catch the anomaly it was left in Foundation custody. However no one celebrated as it has never taken the ACPA 507 attempts to deal with an anomaly, thus this was considered a failure on ALL organizations within the ACPA. Instead the containment of SCP-AHV is left as a reminder on all organizations that to deal with anomalies requires not just conventional, or unconventional means but also completely unheard of means. There are an unknown number of anomalies out there and though some abide by a few laws even if they are laws, they are outside of our realm of comprehension. Thus it takes more outlandish ideas to contain the threat before humanity is exposed or worse, harmed by said anomalies.

Still the most peculiar thing about SCP-AHV is its origin. To this day no researcher from any organization has been able to identify its origin. It just manifested out of nowhere, yet another thing everyone here at the Foundation or anyone within the ACPA must be aware of regarding anomalies. You never know when the next one will show up and where. It is for this reason SCP-AHV is one of the few anomalies labeled as dual Object Class Euclid/ Keter.

.

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[kimium]

Top 5 books you’ve read💜

(From this ask HERE)

Thank you so much for this ask! I love it so much!

My Top Five Books

5. What Happened to Lani Garver by Carol Plum Ucci

I had to go with a childhood book to start this list. What I like about this story is the overall message underneath it: be kind to strangers and don't judge others for how they appear/look. Yes, there is a bit of wish-fulfillment in terms of "bad karma" happening to the awful people at the end but I can live with it.

I also love how Lani Garver can be read as a gender-fluid/non-binary character, though never outright stated due to the time period of publishing.

Overall, this story holds a special place in my heart and is an easy reread if I'm feeling nostalgic.

4. The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton

I don't want to talk about this book too much due to spoilers, but if you enjoy murder mysteries and time loops, this book is for you. I highly recommend this book as well as the author's other book The Devil and the Dark Water.

3. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

My favourite part about this book are the descriptions. I am in love with how Morgenstern vividly describes the aesthetic of the setting, characters, and world around them. The story's entire premise is amazing too. I highly recommend checking it out!

2. The King of Infinite Spaces by Lyndsay Faye

I think this story is the one that give me my Literature Nerd credit as it's a modern retelling of Hamlet. I am in love with this story and how the author recreates (yet still retains) the spirit and characterization of the play/characters.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

This is tumblr. Is there anything about this book I can say that hasn't already been said here? I can't go five meters away from a Tragic Gay Couple in media without seeing a quote from this novel edited along side.

I cannot tell you how every single time I read this, a bubbling of emotions fills me up: happiness, elation, love, bitterness, sorrow, overwhelming melancholy, all wrapped into one package. This novel isn't just a retelling of a Greek myth: it's a classic. If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favour and do it.

[florenceisfalling]

15 and 18 someone taking a weapon away from someone else?? :O any boys please

from this list

hi this ask is so old that you don't even go here anymore. but i'm trying to clean out my ancient asks so :"D gonna do this with my mermaid au bc fuck it <3 i’m sure it was supposed to be whumpy but it is not. tw animal death and a knife tho

“You shouldn’t have that!” + “Just let me help you.”

The sky is clear enough to feel so much higher than usual, the frosted glassy dome of clouds lifted away to let the sunlight properly in for the first time in a while. The frigid water laps at the edge of the boat with little frothy bubbles, breathing and hungry for something to swallow whole. 

Chase zips his coat up higher and wraps his arms around his knees, though the sunlight on the back of his neck lets at least a little warmth trickle down his spine. He checks the depth and fish finder at the front of the boat, and the 30 meter mark makes him shudder even more at the thought of the water taking him. He used to never be so worried, and yet.

As if summoned by the fearful thought, a glimmer of something silvery-blue breaches the water, and the fish finder beeps while a large clump of pixels gather on the screen. Chase yelps and turns fast enough to nearly tip one side of the boat into the sea, and scrabbles for a fishing knife that’s no longer there.

Familiar, torn fins rise from the water like sails on a warship, and Chase raises to his wobbly feet to get a better view of the sea’s surface. Two wide, mismatched eyes stare back at him from below, paired with a sharp row of shiny teeth. 

“Will you fuck off?” Chase shouts, his voice far more startled than commanding, like someone’s replaced the sunlight on his neck by pouring ice water down the back of his shirt. 

Anti finally emerges from the water, the gills against his throat and ribs closing as he begins to breathe through his grinning mouth. He leans against the barnacle-encrusted edge of the motorboat, tail flicking lazily in the water, claws tracing the edge of Chase’s knife. “Hmm... no.”

“You shouldn’t have that, I need it!” Chase pleads, as a little more frustration finally bleeds into his voice. 

“For what, exactly? I’ve been watching you for half an hour and you haven’t even tried to catch anything.”

In the same timing, they both cast a glance at Chase's neglected fishing pole, hook lacking a lure or even a worm for bait. Chase opens his mouth to protest, but instead finds himself just uselessly moving his empty jaw like, quite fittingly, a fish trying to breathe out of water.

“Just let me help you, Chaser. Watch!”

The siren flips the stolen knife in his hand. A splash, and he’s far under the surface of the water again, gliding effortlessly out of sight; Chase briefly considers starting the boat and leaving while he has the chance, but he doesn’t trust Anti not to catch up and tear his throat out for being impolite. Which is a good choice- his opportunity quickly is revealed to be a lot less promising when Anti emerges at the other side of the boat, unceremoniously tossing a dead sea bass on board. The knife is stuck through to the hilt. “Picked this one ‘cause it sorta looks like you.”

Scales and bladetip scrape against the boat as the bloody fish rocks inside. It’s at least a little over the minimum catch size, though not by much. Chase doesn't see the resemblance, but he can imagine its bloody mouth bobbing open and shut in confusion the way his own mouth once again does.

“I could get you more fish, easy,” Anti brags. The glee plastered across his face looks like a child winding up to beat a piñata to a mess of sugary entrails. “Time me!”

Anti lunges up and across the deck, aiming for the knife with hands so pale and cold they seem almost purple in the light. Chase is more prepared this time, and slams his heel down on the fish, the toe of his boot precariously pinning Anti’s wrist in place before he can get creative with the knife. The siren doesn’t yelp or gasp, only throws him an offended glare. “You should be grateful for this, you never help me with my food.”

Chase kicks the fish back toward himself and the knife with it. “That’s because you tried to eat me last time!” he sputters.

Anti rolls his rarely-blinking, ever-watching eyes, then slowly pulls his hand away from Chase’s personal space. “If I’m being honest,” he drawls, “the original intention was actually to eat your wife. But I’ll take what I can get.”

“You’re not gonna get anything! Let me fish in peace!” 

Brows furrowed, Chase makes a show of hateful eye contact while he slowly leans down to retrieve the knife from its current target. All his attention remains on making sure the weapon doesn’t get snatched by the monster and promptly stabbed into his gut.

“Fishing might be a little tricky,” Anti warns.

Before Chase can even ask why, knife still clutched to his chest, Anti sinks his claws into the top of the hull, lifts his weight up against it, and shoves the boat as close down to the water as he can. It doesn’t tip, but the dead fish slides back to the rightful catcher - along with Chase’s currently untouched fishing pole. Which, of course, Anti steals as he makes a break for it, leaving Chase too unbalanced to try to grab it back or fight.

[padfootagain]

Isle of Dogs (III)

Chapter 3: The New Docks Project

Hello! Hello! Here is a new chapter for my wolfstar series! I hope you like it!

****

Pairing: Wolfstar – Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Warnings: none! Modern AU, tattoo artist x bookshop owner AU

Summary: Sirius and Remus have been kind of in love for a while, but are both too scared to confess their feelings. However, everything changes when their neighbourhood is threatened by a new real estate project. But if they might fail in their fight against the City, they could also find something sweeter along the way.

Word Count: 3020

Masterlist for the series - Main Masterlist

Sirius was nervous, although he shouldn’t have been. He should have felt merry, and nothing more. Maybe a little excited. And he did feel like this too, he truly did. But then again, it was Remus and… how could Sirius ignore the banging of his heart against his ribcage at the mere thought of spending some time with his friend… and crush?

He was ridiculous. It was laughable, at this point, really… the way Sirius couldn’t control this stupid crush of his…

He kept on pacing, checking once more if everything was ready in the tiny garden before his house. It was a mere rectangle, only a few meters long, but it was enough to grow a few plants, some flowers. His neighbours were good at it, they had created a lovely space there. Sirius’s, on the other hand, was an empty square of dirt with a couple of agonizing plants set on the right corner, crossed by a tiny brick path. For once though, Sirius was grateful for his lack of skills when it came to gardening. Because, this time, instead of drawing only his neighbours’ glares, it gave him an excuse to see Remus.

Sirius went through his supplies once more: some fertilizer, a shovel, an old watering can… and that was about it, really. One thing was for sure, he wouldn’t woo Remus with his gardening supplies…

Waiting for his friend to arrive, he went back inside to prepare some tea, knowing Remus would love to drink a cup before starting their hard work. While he waited for the water to boil, and the kettle to whistle, Sirius pictured a smiling Remus accepting a warm mug, grateful of the simple offering…

A stupid, lovesick smile formed on Sirius’s lips. He heaved a sigh. Ridiculous… thoroughly ridiculous…

When the bell rang, Sirius jumped despite the fact that he had been waiting and expecting the sound to ring through his home. Desperately so, even: he had been looking at the clock every two minutes for the past hour.

Remus was perfectly punctual, as usual. It made Sirius smile.

He welcomed Remus with a grin, opening the front door. But he couldn’t hide his surprise when he spotted the two bags his friend was carrying.

“Brought some stuff to help!” the newcomer announced, guessing the reason behind Sirius’s amused frown. “Not to underestimate your skills, but I assumed that you wouldn’t have much equipment.”

“You assumed well,” Sirius nodded, laughing hard.

He offered Remus the tea he had prepared, and as Remus offered him the exact smile he had imagined, wrapping his fingers around the warm cup, Sirius was relaxed again. There was still a little bubbling nervousness at the pit of his stomach, but it was closer to excitement than proper nerves now. He was happy. More than any other feeling, Sirius felt happiness as Remus gave him a playful smile and teased him about his ridiculous Christmas mug. And as they bantered for a while and they sipped on their warm beverage, he watched Remus stealing another piece of chocolate as discreetly as he could… Sirius had a fond smile on his lips he couldn’t hide.

But then again, how could he not feel that way? When Remus was standing there in his tiny kitchen, looking comfy and adorable in an oversized woollen jumper that matched the colour of his eyes, with his smell of chocolate and vanilla filling up the room, with this quiet laughter that seemed unwilling to ever leave his lips this afternoon…

Sirius was ridiculous, at this point. It was ridiculous to be so fond of someone…

“So, let’s do some gardening!” Remus decided drinking his last gulp of tea. “I’ve taken a look when I arrived… the damage is serious…”

“I know, I know… that’s why I called for help.”

“You weren’t kidding about that. But then again, it’s pretty reassuring. Finally, something Sirius Black is terrible at!”

Sirius rolled his eyes at the teasing, but his annoyed expression wasn’t very convincing, thanks to the bright grin that lingered on his lips.

“Right, right�� no need to remind me of my weaknesses, now, Rem!”

They walked outside, carrying the supplies they would need. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, surprisingly warm for that time of the year. Only a couple of lazy clouds were drifting in the sky, white and cotton-like.

Sirius had bought a few plants he wanted to add to his garden, and Remus chose the right spots for them, depending on how much sun they needed, how much space they would fill up as they grew. Meanwhile, Sirius nodded, listened, and obeyed every order Remus gave him. It was a little strange to see him so obedient, but then again, Remus supposed that it was out of ignorance about plants.

And it was true, for a part. But Sirius was also eager to comply because of the way Remus had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms to the sun, the freckles that coloured his skin and the white scars that drew strange patterns there. And Sirius couldn’t find it in him to contradict Remus, or to even properly joke around when he was busy staring at Remus’s hands. When Remus took off his jumper, and revealed the old t-shirt hidden under it, Sirius’s brain ceased to function whatsoever, because it showed an awful lot of his neck and his collarbones, and Sirius now had a very nice view on Remus’s biceps, and the way they moved and bulged as he dug a hole to plant some hydrangeas.

It was very very difficult to concentrate on witty remarks and playful banter when he struggled to avoid staring at Remus’s skin.

Little did he know that next to him, Remus was struggling as well. He was abnormally out of breath, and it wasn’t only due to the effort he put in digging this hole in the dirt. It was mostly caused by how close Sirius stood, by the little bit of sweat that glistened on his upper arms, over the tattoos that coloured his skin… And then there was his messy bun that revealed his earring, and the ink that peeked above his collar…

Remus was gone for. So much so… it was ridiculous at this point.

It took them a little longer than needed to complete their mission, it was quite late in the afternoon when they finally walked back inside for a well-deserved beer. But then again, they had both been easily distracted…

Monday evening. Steady clouds that covered the night sky and yellowish lights of lampposts drowning the pavement in gold. It could have been a nice evening, if the friends gathered in the coffeeshop held by Marlene, Dorcas and Lily had not been so worried.

Instead of the usual cards and the poker chips and the whiskey being poured in shots, everyone was gathered around a copy of the Evening Standard. All but Sirius, who wasn’t there yet.

On page nine, the title said it all, but they read the article that followed anyway.

The New Docks project, or how to build a second Canary Wharf.

Plans for a new real estate project that was going to redefine the dynamic of the Isle of Dogs. Instead of parks and houses and small shops, there would soon be skyscrapers and bankers all around…

There was even a map that indicated the part of the neighbourhood that would be modified by the project. St John’s Park and the houses south of the small park would be entirely demolished. The future of Castalia Square and its community centre remained uncertain, but it seemed that it would disappear in the second phase of the project, planned to take place in eight years…

There wasn’t a single sound in the small group. Everyone was trying to digest the news.

Their neighbourhood was going to radically change, and not in a good way. And their own shops would be destroyed in a few years. Their little community would soon be gone…

Most in the group of friends jumped as Sirius opened the door, the little bell hanging above it ringing and breaking the silence in a high-pitched cry. He seemed out of breath, and was still carrying his bag filled with knitting supplies.

“Guys, have you read the papers today?” Sirius asked, skipping the hellos.

“We’re reading them now,” Lily nodded.

“It’s worse than what we thought,” Caradoc shook his head, too stunned by the news to fully comprehend it. He wasn’t certain if he ought to cry or shout, and most of his friends felt the same.

“But… does that mean that we’ll get evicted or something?” Marlene asked, taking Dorcas’s hand for support.

“What about our shops?” Lily added, on the verge of tears, and James wrapped a reassuring arm around her.

“Hey, no need to panic!” James said, his tone firm and reassuring. “We’re not there yet. I’m sure we can find a way to stop this from happening.”

“Stop this? How?” Peter asked, looking defeated already.

“James is right, we can stop this,” Remus tried to reassure his friend, but he didn’t sound very convincing either.

“I have more news from the grandmas,” Sirius announced, finally taking a seat around the wooden table. “Apparently, the first phase will start in a month, they are still trying to buy all the houses around the square. Which means that they want to destroy the park, in order to force people living around to cell their homes or shops. The second phase, that concerns our square, has not been validated by the city council or anything yet. But they’re announcing it anyway to put pressure on the city council.”

“What does that mean?” Dorcas asked, frowning.

“It means that a) the first phase of the project cannot be completed yet, and b) that the second one is not even in the project phase yet.”

“So…”

“So, if we unite and we manage to convince people not to sell, then we can keep our neighbourhood intact.”

“What about the park? It belongs to the city, they can do whatever they want with it.”

“That’s the tricky part,” Sirius admitted. “Martha and the grandmas will be spreading the word tomorrow, so we can organize a meeting at the community centre by the end of this week, so we can discuss the situation. We should plan actions to stop the park from being destroyed.”

“What kind of actions?” James asked, frowning hard but looking for a way out too.

“Petitions?” Remus proposed, although he didn’t seem convinced.

“We could try contacting newspapers as well,” Sirius went on. “We could organize sit-ins, try to raise awareness about the fact that all these decisions were taken without asking us if we agreed or not! That ought to be illegal!”

“I don’t think it is, to be fair,” Remus shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it would even be legal for the city to just… evict everyone against some financial compensation.”

“That’s sick!” Dorcas complained, but Remus shrugged.

“I don’t know, I’m not a lawyer… but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“We need to plan something, to get organized,” James nodded, lost in thought. “We need to stop all this.”

“Becky’s grandson works for the town. He’s going to get us more intel tomorrow,” Sirius said.

“But… if everything goes as planned… does that mean that we won’t have… this anymore?” Marlene asked, her voice a little shaky.

They all looked at each other, at this little circle of improbable friends. Monday evenings spent in laughter, and banter for hours, and love stories, even. This welcoming coffeeshop that sold the best scones in town, and the tattoo parlour with its music too loud, the grocery store that never ran out of crisps, the bookshop that gave away free bookmarks… the happy lives they had built together as they all became friends.

Remus looked down at the article again, at the papers splayed on the wooden table, with dirty ink that stuck to his fingertips as he touched the page.

Could all this really be gone?

Sirius sat next to Martha and dragged his friends with him. The community centre was full, the grandmas had been busy, indeed. Sirius and his friends took some of the last seats available, and when the meeting started later on, some had to remain standing against the walls.

The old woman welcomed Sirius with a bright smile, although there was worry in her eyes.

“Ha, Sirius! Hurry up, young man! I thought you would be late again.”

“And make you wait? Never!”

His friends greeted her as well, but she paid extra attention to James, as she knew him quite well through their common friendship with Sirius. She also focused her attention on Remus quite a lot…

“Ha, Remus! Come sit next to me and Sirius. How is your shop these days?”

“It’s alright, Martha. What about you? How are you doing?”

“Oh, you know… the usual for an old woman like me.”

“Sirius said you had fun last week at the farm,” Remus offered her a kind smile, and Sirius failed to control the way his cheeks reddened at the mention of his name.

“Oh yes! Sirius and I always have fun! But you know what could make it better? And… oh, I know it would be a lot to ask, but…”

“What is it?” Sirius asked, a frown now appearing on his features. “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no… nothing wrong but… I wanted to go there tomorrow as well. But it is already a lot to ask from Sirius to spend an afternoon with me every two weeks…”

“What are you talking about? I’ll come with you tomorrow if you wa…”

Sirius muffled a cry of pain as Martha discreetly hit his shin with her came.

“Remus, I know it is a lot to ask to sacrifice your afternoon with an old woman like me but…”

But Remus laughed, shaking his head.

“It is no sacrifice at all, I would love to go with you.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! Would you mind terribly bringing a book? I’ve been wanting to rea more, but… my eyes get easily tired, and I often need people to read to me for a few minutes so I can rest my eyes. You can choose whatever you’d like!”

“Sure, I’ll bring a book. It will be lovely!”

Meanwhile, Sirius was staring at Martha with a deep frown, not understanding in the slightest what was going on.

“Why can’t I come with you tomorrow?” he asked after Remus had taken a seat and turned to talk with James and Lily, the ghost of a pout badly hidden on his lips.

But the old woman chuckled.

“Sirius, my boy. You’ll thank me later for that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I give the two of you, my blessing. He’s very sweet. But you two really need a push in the right direction.”

Sirius’s eyes grew round with fear, and he glanced over at Remus to make sure he hadn’t heard a word of this conversation.

“I forbid you to do this!” he whispered, his voice sounding more like a hiss. “This is so much more complicated than you think…”

“Sirius… relax. I know what I’m doing.”

“You do not!”

“I do. Trust me.”

Sirius was about to speak again, when the meeting finally began.

Several people stood before the small crowd to present the facts, and all the elements that had been gathered about the project.

Around St John’s Park, only five buildings had been bought, the other owners having, for now, refused to sell. But they mentioned the pressure of the town, and none of them had any doubt that they would end up being forced out of their homes one way or another. More details were added about the skyscrapers they wanted to build, and the second phase of the development as well. All in all, it was an awful lot of bad news brought onto the group gathered on this Friday night in the Community Centre.

But then, actions against this project were discussed, for a rather long while. It was soon evident, though, that Sirius and James were the most adamant in the community and would have to carry the actions on their shoulders if they wanted anything to be done.

Still, several decisions were voted. Flyers would be printed and distributed around their neighbourhood, but also around Trafalgar Square, to raise awareness about their situation. Sit-ins were planned during the weekend. A petition was to be prepared and sent to the city council. For now, nothing too extreme. Another meeting was planned, two weeks later.

As they walked out of the building, many were sceptical that all these actions could work, but they didn’t know what else could be done…

“We’ll have to dig into laws, and contracts and stuff like that,” Martha said, walking out of the building and into the fresh air of the street with the group of friends, holding onto Sirius’s arm.

“Yeah… I suppose so,” Remus nodded. “But none of us knows anything about the law. Maybe we should hire a lawyer.”

“That would be expensive,” Peter sighed.

“But many came tonight,” James argued. “If we pay as a group, it’s possible.”

Sirius shook his head.

“No need to worry about money. I’ll pay.”

They all turned to him with a frown, at the exception of James.

“What do you mean?” asked Dorcas.

“My uncle left me a little fortune after he died. I can pay for a lawyer. I can pay for ten, actually,” he gave his friends a toothy grin.

They all laughed.

“You will never cease to surprise me, Sirius,” Lily joked, giving Sirius’s shoulder a tender squeeze.

They kept on talking, but Remus remained quiet for most of the conversation. He was too lost in thought. About the project, about the actions to be taken… about the fact that there seemed to be many things that he still didn’t know about Sirius Black.

What kind of secrets did he still hide?

******

Tag list : @reg-arcturus-black @hells-escapees @wolfmoonmusic @omgrachwrites

[psatalk]

Rathna Packaging orders W&H blown film lines and CI flexo presses

Rathna Packaging India, a significant flexible packaging and film manufacturing company based in Bengaluru has placed orders for two Windmöller & Hölscher (W&H) Optimex II blown film lines and a pair of Alphaflex CI flexo presses to be commissioned in mid-2025. This is one of the most notable flexible packaging orders placed this year among several others for W&H. Both the Optimex lines are 2.5 meter-wide 3-layer lines.

The pair of Alphaflex CI flexo presses are both 8-color machines with rated speeds of 400 meters a minute and contain W&H Easy-Col automation for color makeready and standardization with exceptional accuracy. While making ready 80% the first cut of print checks will bring the color accuracy within 1.5 DeltaE. The second color check will bring the remaining 20% into the variance of 1.5 DeltaE. The Alphaflex CI is the same new press shown running at the W&H stand at drupa24 and containing the company’s automation technologies delivered in a standardized configuration. 

Rathna Packaging is known for its high-quality sustainable solutions. With over 25 years of experience, the company has manufacturing facilities at three locations located in Hosur, and one in Krishnagiri, Tamilnadu with subsidiaries in Gujarat and Andhra Pradesh. The company makes shrink sleeves, twist wraps, oil and milk films, chub films, laminates, void-fill cushion packs, protective packaging, consumer products, and industrial packaging. Its customers include the food, beverages, pharmaceuticals, and consumer goods sectors.

Rathna Packaging has more than a dozen blown film lines from various manufacturers and it has several gravure presses. Thus this expansion project is a substantial move toward advanced and automated high-efficiency technologies. “We are proud of the fact that we have invested in the most advanced technologies from W&H. With these new technologies, we are prepared to deliver superior packaging solutions and continue our journey of growth. With the right planning and practices, we wish to plan another big expansion soon,” says Sudhakar Reddy, managing director of Rathna Packaging.

The Optimex II blown film lines support a range of applications using high-performance films tailored to various industries. The machine also comes equipped with advanced features like the EASY2 change system, an assistance system for blown film lines that supports the operator during every step of a product changeover and leads to repeatable performance.

Compared to an experienced operator, the number of necessary clicks for a product change is reduced by more than 70%, and the time needed is cut by more than half, thanks to an intuitive HMI. The operator maintains full transparency and control throughout a changeover, as the technology detects the bubble shape and frontline, ensuring reproducible high film quality.

The Alphaflex CI flexo presses bring unmatched precision and quality production to the forefront. The new presses from W&H offer better print stability and bounce-free printing even for difficult print work at speeds of 400 mpm. Designed for printers of all scales, the Alphaflex is engineered to meet industry challenges — cost pressures, productivity demands, and sustainability goals. Both the 8-color presses for Rathna Packaging include W&H’s fully integrated Easy-Col color-matching solution for precise color-match in considerably reduced time for new work and re-runs.

The Alphaflex is the newest addition to W&H's CI flexo portfolio, launched at drupa 2024. These two presses will be among the very first installations in India, marking a significant milestone for both W&H and Rathna Packaging. The flexo presses are also integrated with W&H’s IoT Ruby platform to monitor data, and automate and improve packaging production. This investment is a key enabler of Rathna’s ambitious plans of scaling its operations while maintaining its reputation for quality and sustainability.

On industry growth, Reddy adds, “Today enterprises need to compete at scale and speed faster than ever before. So that we keep pace with the time and consistently work in the direction of upgrading development, quality, manufacturing, and marketing processes.”

“This is one of the large investments that W&H has witnessed in the recent past in India. I must acknowledge Rathna Packaging’s passion to deliver the best, which also reflects in their investment which was extremely well planned, and we look forward to implementing the project,” says Anuj Sahni, sales director, W&H.

[australianexpressremovals]

The True Cost of Moving Interstate in Australia: A Comprehensive Breakdown

Moving interstate in Australia is a major life event that involves not only logistical challenges but also financial considerations. Whether you're relocating for a job, family reasons, or simply seeking a change of scenery, understanding the cost factors involved in an interstate move is essential for budgeting and decision-making. Cost Of Moving Interstate Below, we explore the key factors that contribute to the overall cost of moving interstate and how you can plan accordingly.

1. Distance Between Locations

The most significant cost factor in an interstate move is the distance between your current and new home. Australia’s vast landscape means that even moving between neighboring states can involve hundreds, if not thousands, of kilometers. Removalist companies typically charge based on the distance traveled, so expect higher costs for longer hauls. For example, a move from Sydney to Melbourne may cost significantly less than a move from Perth to Brisbane, simply due to the greater distance.

2. Volume of Items

Another critical factor is the volume of belongings you're transporting. Removalist services often charge based on cubic meters of space your goods occupy in the moving truck. Larger households with more furniture, appliances, and personal belongings will naturally incur higher costs. A common way to estimate this is by calculating how many rooms' worth of items you're moving.

3. Type of Removalist Service

The type of service you choose will also influence the cost of your interstate move. Here are a few options:

Full-Service Removals: These companies take care of everything from packing your belongings, loading them into trucks, transporting them to the new location, and unloading them. This is the most convenient but also the most expensive option.

Backloading: If you're looking for a more budget-friendly option, backloading is worth considering. This involves sharing truck space with other customers who are moving in the same direction, significantly reducing your costs.

DIY Moves: If you're on a tight budget and willing to do the work yourself, hiring a truck and moving your own belongings can save a considerable amount of money. However, you'll need to consider fuel costs, time, and the risk of potential damage to your items.

4. Additional Services and Costs

Beyond the basic moving costs, there are several additional expenses to keep in mind:

Packing Materials: Boxes, bubble wrap, packing tape, and protective covers can add to the overall cost. Some removalists provide these as part of their service, but often, they come at an extra charge.

Storage: If there’s a gap between moving out of your old home and into your new one, you might need temporary storage. Storage fees can vary depending on the duration and size of the unit.

Insurance: Moving interstate carries inherent risks, such as potential damage to your belongings during transit. Opting for insurance provides peace of mind and ensures you're covered in case of accidents.

Pet Transport: For pet owners, moving your furry family members interstate can involve additional costs, especially if you’re using a specialist pet transport service.

Cleaning Fees: When vacating your old home, many landlords or real estate agents require professional cleaning, adding another line item to your moving budget.

5. Time of Year

The timing of your move can also affect costs. Peak moving periods, such as summer or the end of the year, tend to be more expensive due to high demand. If possible, plan your move during the off-peak season to take advantage of lower rates and increased availability of removalists.

6. State-Specific Costs

Different states may have different regulations, such as toll roads or permits required for moving trucks. For instance, moving into or out of New South Wales may involve more toll fees compared to moving within Queensland. It's essential to account for these state-specific costs when planning your move.

7. Fuel Costs

Fuel is a significant expense in long-distance moves, particularly for DIY moves where you're renting a truck. Professional moving companies often include fuel costs in their quotes, but it's always a good idea to double-check and ensure you’re not hit with surprise fees.

How to Save on Your Interstate Move

Moving interstate can be costly, but there are ways to cut down on expenses:

Declutter Before You Move: The fewer items you have, the cheaper the move. Consider selling, donating, or discarding items you no longer need.

Shop Around: Get quotes from multiple removalist companies to compare prices and services. Some companies offer price matching or discounts for early bookings.

Use a Backloading Service: If you're flexible with your moving date, backloading can save you a significant amount.

Move During Off-Peak Periods: Avoiding peak times like holidays and summer can lower your costs.

Conclusion

Moving interstate in Australia involves various factors that contribute to the overall cost, including distance, volume of items, and the type of removalist service you choose. By understanding these key components, Cost Of Moving Interstate you can better plan your budget and make informed decisions. For those looking for professional and reliable interstate moving services, Australian Express Removals offers comprehensive solutions tailored to your needs.

[bubblewrapjogja]

Ô889.8585.౩8Ô8 (WA) Grosir Babel Wrap Jogja Grosir Babel Wrap Wates

Produsen bubble wrap pabrik plastik gelembung kulon progo. Bubble wrap roll 50m grosir bubble wrap bantul bubble wrap itu apa jual plastik gelembung besar bubble wrap wonosari jual plastik gelembung kulon progo nama lain plastik gelembung cari plastik gelembung bubble wrap untuk makanan bubble wrap cilegon grosir plastik gelembung gunung kidul bubble wrap di toko plastik harga plastik gelembung bubble wrap fungsi apa itu bubble wrap toko babel wrap bubble wrap untuk apa. Pabrik babel wrap gunung kidul .

[nazelfingerprint]

▪️ Semua produk yang tampil READY STOK dan langsung bisa di order. ▪️ Produk yang anda terima dijamin 100% BARU dan ORIGINAL. ▪️ JAMINAN GARANSI 12 bulan. Dapatkan tambahan garansi + 6 bulan dengan membeli paket layanan purna jual Fingerspot Care 1, 2, 3 tahun. ▪️ PENGIRIMAN AMAN Ke Seluruh Indonesia. Packaging menggunakan tambahan bubble wrap. ▪️ Kami juga menjaga kualitas kemasan dengan menyemprotkan DISINFEKTAN agar tetap HIGIENIS.

Mesin absensi dengan verifikasi wajah memudahkan Anda melakukan proses absensi tanpa menyentuh mesin. Sekarang Anda memiliki alternatif scan kehadiran yang lebih praktis dan lebih higienis dengan Revo WFA-207NC. bisa scan absensi sekaligus sebagai akses kontrol pintu professional.

Revo WFA-207NC memiliki fitur time zone untuk membatasi akses berdasarkan pengaturan waktu dengan dukungan sistem keamanan menggunakan antipassback untuk mencegah orang lain (tanpa akses) ikut memasuki ruangan, sehingga orang tersebut tidak dapat ke luar ruangan tanpa bantuan orang yang mempunyai akses ruangan. Keuntungan pakai Revo WFA-207NC : • Instalasi lebih mudah dengan koneksi WiFi (rekomendasi jarak maksimal antara mesin absensi wifi dengan router yaitu 5 meter) • Karyawan bisa lihat data kehadiran di mesin tanpa perlu masuk ke menu mesin • PIN karyawan hingga 22 digit • Panjang nama hingga 15 huruf • Profesional akses kontrol pintu • Menampilkan foto karyawan (opsional) • Hingga 1.000 karyawan, 1.000 wajah, 10.000 sidik jari, 1.000 kartu, dan 200.000 data absensi • Gratis aplikasi desktop absensi & penggajian berbahasa Indonesia • Mendukung absensi online karyawan Fingerspot.iO, dan absensi online sekolah Fedu dan Fingerspot BTS • Dapat diatur agar buka pintu hanya untuk orang & hari tertentu, dilengkapi dengan door sensor untuk deteksi lupa tutup pintu (note : harga belum termasuk paket akses kontrol pintu)

[pusatbubblewraptermurah]

TANPA PRE-ORDER BUBBLE GELEMBUNG RELATIF MURAH, Call 0858-1155-3491, Cara Packing Frozen Food Jawa Timur Sidoarjo

ORDER WA 0858-1155-3491, Jual Bubble Wrap Dekat Sini Di Sidoarjo, Jual Bubble Wrap Eceran Surabaya dan Sekitarnya, Jual Bubble Wrap Hitam Surabaya dan Sekitarnya, Jual Bubble Wrap Hitam, Jual Bubble Wrap Murah, Bubble Wrap Roll Besar, Bubble Wrap Packing, Bubble Wrap Gelembung Besar, Bubble Wrap Dekat Sini Jawa Timur Sidoarjo, Bubble Wrap Dijual di Toko Apa, Beli Bubble Wrap Surabaya, Cara Packing Frozen Food, Bubble Wrap 1 Meter, Cara Packing Barang, Bubble Wrap Yang  Bagus, Packing Bubble Wrap, Jual Bubble Wrap Terdekat, Toko Bubble Wrap Surabaya, Toko yang Jual Bubble Wrap, Bubble Wrap Eceran, Bubble Wrap Harganya, Bubble Wrap Untuk Makanan, Bubble Wrap Packaging, Beli Bubble Wrap, Bubble Wrap 125 x 50 m, Bubble Wrap 1 Gulung, Bubble Wrap Kertas, Bubble Wrap Harga, Bubble Wrap Plastik, Bubble Wrap 50m Roll, Fungsi Bubble Wrap, Bubble Wrap 50 Meter, Bubble Wrap Beli Dimana, Bubble Wrap Amplop, Bubble Wrap Yang Murah, Tempat Beli Bubble Wrap, Bubble Wrap Berapa Meter, Harga Bubble Wrap Per Meter, Distributor Bubble Wrap Surabaya, Bubble Wrap Lip And Eye Cream, Jual Plastik Bubble Wrap di Surabaya, Plastik Bubble Wrap Sidoarjo, Bubble Wrap Untuk Packing, Bubble Wrap Warna Hitam, Bubble Wrap Ukuran Besar, Dimana Beli Bubble Wrap di Surabaya.

🏪 PUSAT BUBBLE WRAP SIDOARJO

Pondok Jati blok B no.3, Sidoarjo (Dekat Stadion GOR)

📍https://g.page/jualbubblewrapmurah?share

 FB : Bubblewrap Termurah

Tokopedia : www.tokopedia.com/pusatbubble

IG : https://www.instagram.com/pusatbubblewrapmurah/

No. HP : https://wasap.at/HdSnR5

[amourology]

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 | 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | jj maybank x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, mentions of domestic abuse, sad jj, y/n fucks a bitch up. idk i wrote this girl as, like, the stereotypical mean girl and the feminist in me hates that i wrote her that way :(

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | y/n had been there to take care of jj’s wounds ever since discovering they shared the same secret spot. when she doesn’t show up for the first time ever, jj goes out of his mind. especially when she finally returns, except this time she’s the one covered in bruises.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 |  thank u so so much liane ( @pogueslandia​ ) for helping me shape this fic, it definitely wouldn’t be the same without u <3 — and sasha ( @mrs-cameron ) for making me realize it’s okay to write other stuff, too <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.8k.

Ever since she was little, Y/N had taken to abandoned places. Whether it were playgrounds, houses, graveyards, or churches - she didn’t care. All she knew was that the locations gave her something hard to come by within her household; some much needed silence. With her parents lingering on the edge of a divorce, though never going through with it for the sake of appearances, a quiet moment for oneself was seldom granted.

Eventually she’d stopped waiting for the shouting to dial down, stopped wincing at the slamming of doors, and had simply chosen to leave whenever she felt another fight bubbling up - which is how she came to discover her favorite spot in the entirety of the Outer Banks.

A church. Abandoned, half-torn down, and whenever she went there she couldn’t help but think its outside appearance closely resembled that of her current mental state.

Despite its ragged appearance, it had become the place Y/N was most comfortable in. Specifically the upstairs, on the windowsill that gave her the perfect position to look out of the enormous glass-stained windows and tune the screams of her parents out for just a few hours.

Which is where she found herself once again, curled up on the old wooden space and tucked underneath the thick blanket she’d hidden there for whenever a particularly cold winter night decided to accompany her. Y/N sat there, staring out the window and fiddling with the necklace around her throat as a nervous habit.

The peace and tranquility she’d found herself in got abruptly interrupted by the slightest of sounds. With her first reaction being the one of freezing up and wishing for it to go away, she had to tell herself not to be such a wimp and forced the stiffness away from her limbs.

Ever so slowly, Y/N got up - careful not to step onto the planks she knew would creak. She placed the blanket back into the box she’d previously stored it in, and brought herself towards the wooden ladder a good ten meters away from her. With the size of the church, it was a miracle she’d been able to make out the sounds from such a distance.

One of her hands found their grip on the ladder’s handle, and she leaned the slightest bit over the edge, waiting, listening for whatever - whoever - was down there. She prayed they didn’t have any bad intentions.

Guess that’s what I get for hanging out in an abandoned church, she grumbled to herself. Perhaps she needed to rethink her hiding spots.

Still, she pushed that thought to the back of her mind for now. Listening in on whatever the individual underneath her was doing was deemed more important.

A long silence ensued. She frowned, and was just about to leave when she heard the softest of sniffles echo through the room. The sounds of sadness tugged at her heartstrings, so much so that she decided upon climbing down the ladder to see what was going on - all previous fear thrown out of the window.

When she made it down, her eyes fell on the broad back of a blond boy. He seemed to have been occupied with a bandage he’d tried wrapping around his knuckles, which was probably why he didn’t hear the slight noises she made while coming down.

“Do you need some help?” Y/N spoke softly.

The boy in front of her flinched, dropping the bandage onto the altar he’d been standing in front of. “Jesus, fuck,” he cursed, turning around, eyes wide as he looked around for the supposed intruder. “How did you-” He looked towards the door, finding it just as closed as he left it.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, and walked towards him. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just,” she paused, taking a look at the freshly fallen tears on his face. “I, uh, I come here a lot and I - I heard you…” The boy looked down, knowing the final word before she even said it. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

The blond shrugged, and went back to his bandages. A silence covered the both of them, and, despite it being what she came here for, was not what she’d hoped for at the moment.

Y/N stayed where she stood for a few seconds, watching the boy struggling wrapping the bandage around - what she assumed to be - his dominant hand, as he probably wouldn’t have had such a difficult time if it wasn’t.

“Here,” she said. “Could I?”

She got closer to him, taking the space at his side. He was a good bit taller than her, and she felt her knees getting just the slightest bit weaker at the deep blue color of his eyes. And even through his battered state, with a busted lip, a bruise forming underneath his eye and knuckles covered in blood - he looked ethereal. Y/N truly wondered whether he belonged in the church.

With a small smile, she held her hands out for him. “My mom’s a doctor,” she offered. “Seen her do this countless times when I was young.”

Hesitantly, he gave her his bloodied hand. “Been in a lot of fights as a kid?” He asked, with just the slightest tilt of his lips.

Y/N shook her head, tongue poking the inside of her cheek in amusement. “No,” she said, and reached for the supplies he’d strown about the altar. “But I was very rambunctious, and fell out of my tree house a lot.”

“Rambunctious,” he whistled under his breath, nodding. The slight edge of resentment didn’t go unnoticed. “Expensive word.”

She paused her movements to raise an eyebrow at him. “Am I supposed to be offended by that?”

“What? No,” he said, blinking quickly and shaking his head. “No, no, I just - I didn’t - It makes you sound smart. You’re probably…” He sighed, closing his eyes as he gathered himself. “I’m sorry. I’m still in a fighting mood.”

Y/N smiled, now focused again on patching the stranger up as best as she could. “‘S okay,” she mumbled underneath her breath. She reached for the rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab, putting a bit of the liquid on. “This might sting a bit.”

“I know,” he said.

It made her wonder how he knew. “Alright,” she said instead of asking.

Y/N placed the disinfectant on the wound, and felt how his muscles tensed up a bit underneath her fingers. Still, he didn’t let a sound escape him. Wishing to help him as quickly as she could, she decided against conversing with him further.

“There,” she said eventually, smiling up at him as she let go of his hand.

He nodded at her gratefully, glancing down at his perfectly bandaged knuckles. “Huh,” he chuckled, turning his hand around to look at her handy work. “This is way better than all the half-ass jobs I’ve done.”

Y/N laughed. “Thanks?”

“Could you-” He interrupted himself, not sure whether he was in a position to ask her for more. She’d done plenty already, he figured.

“Of course,” she cut off his train of thought. “You, uh, may have to sit down, though, I can’t reach you otherwise.”

The blond smiled. “Right, yes, no problem.”

Y/N watched as he happily sat down on the altar, and contemplated whether she was going to stand in between his legs or to his side - eventually she decided upon the latter, as he was still a stranger, one she didn’t even know the name of.

“I’m JJ, by the way,”

Alright, then, just a regular stranger that she now does know the name of. “I’m Y/N.” She answered, once again starting her work on his wounds.

“Y/N,” JJ repeated, nodding along. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, too focused on attending to the cuts on his face to notice the way his eyes roamed freely across her figure.

The quiet that surrounded them seemed to unnerve him, and JJ started his jittering movements by bumping one of his legs up and down. It wasn’t until a couple of minutes had passed, and Y/N had finished taking care of the cut on his lips, that he finally broke and spoke up.

“Where did you come from?” He blurted out.

“What?” She asked, frowning just a bit.

JJ cleared his throat. “I closed the door.” He explained. “And you were just - there. Right behind me.”

“Oh,” the girl answered. She narrowed her eyes to inspect the bruise forming on his cheekbone. “I was upstairs. I come here frequently, usually whenever my parents are fighting again.”

“Oh, I’m - I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, giving her a sad look.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You get used to it after five years.” Pulling back from their close proximity, Y/N glanced at the first aid kit. “You don’t happen to have an ice pack in there, do you?”

“Uh, no, no, I do not,” JJ spoke quickly. “It’s fine, though, the swelling will go down in a few, anyway.”

Y/N opened her mouth to ask, though closed it just as quickly. Hesitant, but still curious, she decided to take her chances and ask what she wanted to regardless. “Tell me if I’m overstepping, but,” she paused. “How do you know that stuff so well?”

The first alarm bell went off when he seemed to have been familiar with the feeling of rubbing alcohol. And the second one went off just a few seconds ago, when he discarded the upcoming bruise with such nonchalance. If she didn’t watch out, Y/N would find herself becoming seriously worried for the boy she met not even an hour ago.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugged, giving her the best smile he could muster up at the moment. “I just...get into fights a lot.”

Still not convinced, but not quite sure whether it was her place to pry, Y/N nodded. “Right,” she said with a nod. “Well, just make sure you put something on it when you get home, okay? Just to be sure.”

JJ nodded, and gave her a salute. “Will do, ma’am.” She rolled her eyes at him, in which he gave her a grin in return. He jumped off of the altar and turned around, facing her. “Next time you come to my spot, though, don’t sneak up on me, please. Gave me quite the scare.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Your spot?”

“Yeah,” JJ said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think you mean my spot,” she corrected him.

JJ shrugged, scratching a spot behind his ear. “No, no, I don’t think I do.”

“I found it first,” she argued.

“Did you, though?” He questioned, his demeanour changing into one of doubt. “It’s a big place, maybe I just slipped right past ya.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, and knew he was full of shit. “Right.” She muttered, sighing shortly after.

The blond’s shit-eating grin fell rather quickly after noticing her walking towards the exit. “Hey, where—where are you going?” He called out.

Y/N stopped, turning back around to face him. “Home?” She said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What? Come on, don’t be like that!” The blond shouted after her, seeing her continue her walk home. “We can share! Just ask very, very nicely!”

The only thing Y/N gave him before leaving was a quick show of her middle finger, a gesture that earned her the first of many laughs JJ was to give her.

Y/N had, by no means, ever asked him nicely since then - yet, they still ended up sharing the space with one another. Each and every evening they’d wander towards the abandoned church, finding comfort in the other’s presence, laughter, embrace.

After much tugging and whining on JJ’s part, the boy even managed to convince her to share her fluffy blanket with him on a cold night. They’d spend the evening huddled together underneath the blanket, sometimes watching a movie on Y/N’s laptop, other times talking about the stuff going on in their lives.

“You can’t possibly tell me she’s going to win that case,” JJ had argued, bottom lip puffed out as he stared at the screen in front of them.

Y/N, having seen the movie countless times before, smirked and turned around in his grasp to face him. “Of course she is, she’s Elle Woods.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he’d responded, tightening his hold on her when he heard her laugh.

Other times were...less joyful. As they’d often consist of JJ stumbling through the door accompanied by one or more injuries all over his body. His previous excuse of ‘just getting into a lot of fights,’ watered down over time, until he eventually opened up about his father.

It had been a heavy night, with the blue-eyed boy sobbing into the crook of her neck, and the girl doing everything she could at consoling him.

“I just - I can’t take him anymore, I didn’t do anything, I just,” he’d choked on a sob, his arms tightening around her figure and bringing them impossibly close together.

“I know, love, I know,” she’d mumbled softly, caressing his back delicately while carefully tangling her fingers through his hair.

That was the first night they’d spend together sleeping in the church, with Y/N texting her parents she’d stay over at a friend’s. JJ had fallen asleep on her chest somewhere between his cries, and she couldn’t even think about waking him up after that.

Their relationship hit a turning point after that. Though, one thing stayed the same. Each time JJ would come to her when his father lost control again, when he needed help. And each time she’d be there, ready to patch him up and put him back together in more ways than one.

Until one day, JJ came back to an empty church.

“Y/N?” He called out, the door making a creaking noise behind him as it closed. Upon the lack of an answer, he tried again. “You here, sunshine? My pops went ape-shit again,” he added a dry chuckle before clearing his throat. “Right, sorry, shouldn't joke about that. Know you hate it when I do.”

Nothing. Pure silence greeted him, and after checking the upstairs area, he decided that she must’ve been held up and would meet him in a few.

JJ brought himself towards the altar, struggling to put the first-aid kit up onto the wooden platform with just one hand. “Might as well start,” he mumbled to himself, wincing as he took a good look at himself through the little mirror within the box.

With Y/N around to take care of him, his previous skills at patching himself up had faded a bit which resulted in a clumsily wrapped bandage around his hand. It probably took him twice as long as it would’ve taken her, but eventually he was done - and still, there was no sign of the girl.

By now, night had fallen and it was pitch black outside. JJ frowned, she’d never been this late before. He glanced at his phone, cursing at himself in his head for not asking her phone number sooner.

Still hopeful she might show up soon, the boy laid down onto the spot they’d created together - a cozy corner with battery-filled fairy lights, a bunch of pillows, her ridiculously thick blanket and a mattress he’d managed to swindle from a guy that knew his cousin Ricky.

It wasn’t much, but it felt more like home in these past months than his actual home ever would.

The gut-wrenching realization that she never showed didn’t hit him until the next morning, when he woke up alone, with the blanket covering him entirely as she wasn’t there to steal it away from him. The fairy lights had died and needed new batteries because he’d fallen asleep before turning them off.

If he hadn’t made plans with the pogues, he would’ve stayed there and waited for her. But, as it happens, he had, and so he had to come back tonight.

Just before leaving, JJ scribbled something on a little post it note and placed it onto the pillow that Y/N claimed as hers - just in case she showed up.

She didn’t.

And she didn’t show the day after, either.

Nor the day after that.

By then it had been three days since he’d last seen her, and he’d be lying if he said his worries weren’t through the roof. Y/N told him about her parents, about the fights, the upcoming divorce, what if something had happened?

Or what if nothing happened. What if she just decided to stop coming? What if she just left him?

A hand waving in front of his face snapped him out of his thoughts. “Yo, you good man?” John B asked, a frown on his forehead as he looked at him.

JJ took a deep breath, eyes roaming around all the people that showed up at the kegger, and decided. “I need a drink.”

He needed more than just a drink. He needed multiple, he decided. And so he drank, and drank, and drank, until he lost the ability to think straight. He drank, and drank, and drank until he found himself pushing a random girl he’d snatched away from her friends against the tree.

Her lips were harshly pressed against his as they sought a distraction in one another, and it was working for him - until her hands reached towards his hair.

JJ felt the hold he had on her waist waver as he felt her roughly tugging at the ends of his blond locks, no gentleness, no care, no love in it whatsoever - nothing like Y/N would have done.

Y/N. This wasn’t her. He needed her, not some - some random Kook that wanted him for a quick fuck.

All his previous thoughts came rushing back into his head, and he shook his head, blinking away a soft layer of tears that had started to gather. “I can’t.” He said firmly, pushing himself away from the girl. “You’re not -  I - I have to go.”

“What?” She exclaimed, a scoff escaping her lips as she watched him walk away. “I’m not what, Maybank!”

JJ threw one of his hands up at her slight outburst. “Y/N. You’re not-” he shook his head, hating himself for saying her name. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. Just - I have to go.”

The Kook let out a sound of offence. “Loser,” she spat under her breath, and went back towards the party.

He would’ve heard the insult if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with rushing towards the church. The only thing he allowed himself to do before leaving was sending his friends a quick text, making up some excuse about having to work tomorrow. He doubted they’d believe him being so responsible, but that was a worry for another time.

All he knew was that he needed her, and if he couldn’t be with her, then their spot would do for now.

So, JJ left, and felt his heart falling to his stomach upon the lack of her presence once again. A soft sniffle left his mouth, the worry about her and the possible worst-case scenarios he made up in his head finally got to him.

The boy curled himself into the blanket, laying his head down on her pillow and inhaling the almost faded scent of her perfume. She will be here tomorrow, he told himself.

She had to.

...Right?

Y/N never thought her parents would actually go through with it. They’d threatened one another with it countless times before, but never had they actually done it. Her past days spent in the courthouse were quick to change her mind, however.

Everything around her felt like a blur; her thoughts, her feelings, even her vision when they’d get clouded with tears. With what had to have been the worst three days of her life behind her, she couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. Tonight, when she’d finally (after days of going in and out of court and going straight to sleep when she got home) be able to go to their church.

Y/N hadn’t noticed how much she missed JJ and his comforting presence until she suddenly found herself without it.

But, first things first; she had to get through this day at the beach with her friends. After that, she could sneak away and reunite with the boy who’d been on her mind non-stop ever since she met him.

“I got it!” She yelled, running as fast as one could while standing on warm sand. With a loud huff, Y/N passed the volleyball back over the net - smiling when the opposing team failed at sending it back.

“You’re slow as shit, John B,” the curly-haired girl they were playing against grumbled, throwing the guy next to her a look.

“Wha - she threw that thing at me with lightning speed. How is that my fault?”

“To be fair, you were out of position there, man.”

“Not helping, Pope.”

Y/N let out a soft chuckle at the bickering of the three, glancing between her own two friends who were waiting on their next move. “So,” she called out, a slight challenge to her voice. “What do you guys say, two out of three?”

The guy she’d identified as John B looked at her, one of his eyebrows raised as he held a non-verbal conversation with his friends. “Yeah, yeah, we can do two out of three,” he said eventually.

Pope - the only one out of the three she’d seen before, as she and him shared a biology class and he’d been her labpartner - raised one of his hands, slightly bent over as he rested them both on his thighs. 

“Yeah, I - uh, I’mma need a minute,” he breathed heavily, glancing at Y/N. “You really kicked my ass there.”

Y/N and her friends laughed, nodding. “Alright, let’s take a break then,” Ivy spoke from beside her, and all six of them stepped off of the makeshift volleyball court.

Just as she was about to lay back down onto her towel, Y/N heard a group of girls walking past - and if it weren’t for his name being dropped, she probably wouldn’t have tuned in to listen.

“I’m serious, that JJ guy every girl talks about? Not all that great. I finally got the chance to hook up with him, and, Evie, he is nowhere near close as to how you described him,” the red-head complained, a slight sign of disgust mixed with a major amount of annoyance on her face. “We were, like, really getting it on last night, so I was worked up, obviously, and then this fucking loser just starts crying out of nowhere, pushing me away and blabbering about some nonsense.”

A brunette next to her laughed. “That’s so pathetic. Who cries in the middle of a hook up?” she chuckled. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Ellis.”

Y/N clenched her jaw at the conversation, and got up from the towel she was seated on. She could briefly make out her friend, Meredith, throwing a soft ‘where are you going?’ her way before she started nearing the girl.

“Right!” She spoke again. “Honestly, what a-”

“Excuse me,” Y/N interrupted her, tapping her on the shoulder. As soon as Ellis turned around, she pulled her arm backwards and let her fist collide with her nose. “Shit, motherfucker,” she cursed as soon as she did so, cradling her knuckles.

No wonder JJ’s knuckles were always bruised. That punch hurt like a bitch.

Ellis had fallen to the ground, her hands immediately reaching upwards to her nose. “What the fuck!” She screeched, looking up at Y/N who’d been standing over her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Y/N,” Ivy whispered after running over to her, seemingly in shock at the sudden punch her friend had thrown. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Y/N?” The girl she’d punched muttered, so much envy seeping through her voice it would make the seven deadly sins jealous. With as much might as she could muster, she pushed herself up from the sand. “You’re the bitch he was crying about.”

“What?” Y/N asked, a soft, worrying frown appearing on her forehead. Though, it didn't stay there for long - as the red-head harshly tackled her to the ground.

A loud huff escaped her lips as she fell, Ellis landing on top of her. Quickly, Y/N twisted her leg away from under her, resulting in them switching positions. She tugged harshly on her red hair, a feeling of satisfaction flowing through her veins at seeing her struggle - though, the feeling was short lived as she soon felt a harsh punch to the side.

“You fucking asshole,” she cursed under her breath, letting go of her hair at the stinging pain in her side. The feeling of rage got intensified by receiving an elbow to the nose. Feeling the blood drip out of it, Y/N scoffed. “You know what?” She spoke, and harshly punched the girl in the boob.

A loud gasp escaped her mouth and immediately all grasp she had on Y/N got released, both friend groups scrambled to collect their respective friend and did all they could to prevent them from getting at the other again.

“Okay, okay, atta girl, calm down,” Ivy mumbled, pulling Y/N away from the girl she’d just attacked. “I think she got the message.”

Meredith hurried over as well, both girls having a steady hold on their, still very much angry, friend. “Yeah, let’s go, okay?”

“Fine,” Y/N huffed, her breathing erratic as she wiped a bit of blood away from her nose.

Just as she turned around to leave, she heard Ellis speak up again. “She punched me in the tits, Evie!” She exclaimed, a slight tremble to her voice. “Do you know how much they cost? What if she ruined them?”

Y/N halted in her step, contemplating her next actions for just a second. Then, she turned back around.

“I hope I did.”

The last thing she gave her before her friends dragged her away, was a proudly presented gesture of her middle finger.

While they left the beach, she could vaguely hear the voices of the people she’d played volleyball with just a few minutes ago.

“What the hell,”

“Who - why did she?”

“Beats me,” someone chuckled. “But I’m glad she did, certainly saved me a fight.”

It had taken quite some convincing for Ivy and Meredith to leave. As kind as they were, Y/N was quite eager to take care of her injuries by herself - preferably in a church, and even more so preferably with a certain blond at her side.

So here she was, snuck away from home once again, limping because Ellis fucked up her ankle in that tackle, with a blasting pain in her side, aching knuckles and dried blood underneath her nose. What a sight for sore eyes she must have been.

Y/N couldn’t contain the sigh of relief when she finally got to the church. An even bigger one left her mouth when she finally managed to push the door open, despite her aching body. The sight that met her there was enough to tug at her heartstrings.

There he was, the boy she hadn’t come to see for three days, asleep, cuddled underneath her blanket and with his head firmly pressed into her pillow as if it would bring him that much closer to her. She couldn’t fight off her upcoming smile of adoration.

Carefully, and ever so softly, she walked towards him. She tilted her head to the side when she reached JJ, smiling softly before crouching down and very delicately brushing a few fallen strands of his hair out of his face. He looked angelic.

“Better let you sleep, hm,” she muttered under her breath, more so to herself than to JJ. WIth a soft groan, Y/N pushed herself back upwards and made her way towards the first-aid kit they left on the altar.

Her entire body froze when she heard a crunch from underneath her feet. Wide-eyed, she looked back at JJ - only letting herself breathe out again when she saw him still fast asleep. She frowned, and took a step backwards, reaching down to grab the bright yellow, crumpled piece of paper she’d accidentally stepped on.

‘hi, saw you weren’t here, yet. i’ve got plans with my friends but i’ll be back right after, promise. if anything’s wrong, call me 919 555 0133 - jj :)’

Y/N stared at the paper for a few seconds, only tearing her eyes away to look at the writer of it. All the guilt she should have been feeling for not showing up hit her like a truck - she never thought about how worried he must have been, or how abandoned, god what thoughts had been going through his head?

Swallowing deeply, she pushed the thoughts away for now. The tingling feeling on her knuckles made her painfully aware of the more pressing matters she had to attend to, and she promised herself she’d apologize thoroughly when he woke up.

And so, she started tending to her wounds. First was the blood underneath her nose, because it’d been bothering her immensely. Second, were her knuckles, as she wouldn’t be able to take care of the rest without proper use of her hands. Just as she was about to finish up the bandaid, she heard some rustling behind her.

Y/N turned her head, and gave the sleepy boy a small smile.

“Hey,” she whispered, as if he would run away if she spoke too loudly.

“Hey,” he croaked out, rubbing his eyes. JJ froze soon after that, not moving for a few seconds before carefully removing his hands away from his face. He peeked up from behind them, blinking as he looked at her. “Y/N.”

“JJ,” she echoed.

“Y/N.” He said again, louder this time. A loud laugh left his lips and he pushed himself upwards with such speed that he almost tripped. “Y/N!” JJ exclaimed, a large smile on his lips before hastily making his way towards her, he happily took her in an embrace and let his arms rest around her waist. “You’re here, I thought something happened, or that you left, don’t scare me like that again. Not a fan of it at all.”

Somewhere along his ramble, he had tightened his hold on her - which resulted in a wince from the girl. The gesture of pain made him freeze, and only then did he properly register the state she was in.

“What happened?” He asked, voice steady.

“Nothing, it’s fine, I promise,”

“What happened?” JJ asked again, voice louder this time. “Y/N, what happened? Who did this to you?”

“Nobody, JJ, it’s okay - nothing happened.”

“That’s bullshit!” He said, all happiness from before gone. Taking a step backwards, he allowed himself to do an entire scan of her body. The bruise creeping out from underneath her crop top made his jaw clench. “Listen, I’m not fucking around, alright? Just - tell me who did this.”

“JJ,” Y/N said, and took a step towards him. She connected their hands, caressing the top of his with her thumb as she knew it calmed him down. “Nothing happened. I got into a fight with some girl, that’s all.”

If it weren’t for the sincere look in her eyes, he probably wouldn’t have believed her. “Alright,” he spoke softly, nodding towards the hand that wasn’t holding his. “Can I - you know, finish it off for you?”

“Yeah, of course,” she answered, and took a seat upon the altar.

Neither of them talked for a while, with JJ focusing his attention on patching her up this time around, and with Y/N paying attention to his every move. The way he moved so delicately around her wounded hand made her heart flutter. He’d always been gentle, as if she would crack underneath his fingers if too much pressure was applied.

“Why did you fight her?”

“Hm?”

“The girl. Why did you fight her?”

“Oh,” the question snapped her out of her daze. Clearing her throat, she let her eyes flicker from their intertwined hands to his eyes. “She just said some stuff about you.”

JJ couldn’t help but let the smallest of smirks appear. “Fighting in my honor now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she still wore a smile. “Don’t let it get to your head.” The laughter he let out and the joy on his face were enough fuel for her to fight the girl all over again, if only she’d get to see it a second time. Then, the words Ellis had said came back to her. “She, uh, said you cried over me.”

JJ stopped his movements for just a few seconds, but then carried on, pretending like nothing happened. “Did I, now?” He said, clearing his throat.

“JJ,” she said, and caught his eyes with her own. “I just - I’m so sorry if I made you feel worried, or cast aside, or - or - I don’t know, I...my parents finalized their divorce and it’s been one court day after the other and every time I got home I was just so tired and-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” he said quickly, slowly letting go of her hand after he finished bandaging it. One of his hands found its way towards her chin, and he slightly tilted it upwards to make her look at him. “It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

He moved his hand to cup her cheek, and she copied his movements by placing her hand over his. The two stared into each other's eyes, and she thought she’d seen his eyes flicker to her lips for a second - but it was gone as quickly as it came, and she was left thinking she’d imagined it. At least, until—

“Can I, uh, can I kiss you?”

Y/N blinked, a wide smile settling on her face before she nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course,” she said, their faces so close together their lips almost touched as she did so.

The blond didn’t have to be told twice, and placed both of his hands on her cheeks before pulling her into a kiss - it was soft, caring, and passionate, and much unlike any kiss he’d shared before.

It took a while before either of them pulled back, though Y/N did so first, as the lack of air proved to be too much.

Y/N and JJ smiled at each other, foreheads pressed together as they relished in the thought that somewhere along the way ‘my spot’ had slowly turned into ‘our spot.’

tags: 

@theepoguelandia​ @golden-hoax​ @jemimah-b99​ @outerbcnks​ @goldenroutledge​ @sylvieshay​ @stilesks @pogueslandia​ @prettyboystarkey​ @luvhann​ @basicluvvv​ @tenaciousperfectionunknown​ @miniiminie​ @mrs-cameron​ @blue-4-55-readinglist​ @iheartualot​ @tsnelf7​ @alanniys​ @luversgirl​ @afuturemilf​

[mfingenius]

Hey, I’d love a drarry in 4th year where Draco is Harry’s second task and/or they go together to the Yule Ball (a lot of provocation between them!)

Harry's staring; logically, he knows he should hurry, knows he doesn't have time to simply float around, contemplating life, but Malfoy is there, floating motionlessly beside Hermione and Gabrielle Delacour and Harry is confused.

Cho was obviously Cedric's task; that had been clear enough even before Cedric had grabbed her - while Harry had just watched, as confused as he is now - and Hermione has to be Krum's. There's no Durmstrang student, and - as far as Harry knows - Krum only talks to Hermione.

Gabrielle Delacour is Fleur's. She's her sister, it's as simple as that.

Which means that whoever designed this Merlin forsaken task thought Malfoy was 'what he'd sorely miss'.

Where the fuck were they getting their information?

Harry's startled out of his silent shock when Krum pushes by, half transformed into a shark, and frees Hermione.

He gives him an odd look while he swims back up, which is quite an impressive feat with what is possibly the least expressive animal's head as his own.

Right.

Right.

He frees Malfoy with a quick Diffindo, and grabs his wrist so he won't simply go away while he looks around; his time must be almost up - he can almost feel it, the effect of the gillyweed beginning to fade, his lungs beginning to feel unpleasant with water in them - which means Fleur needs to show up to get her sister, soon, but she's just - not.

He looks at Malfoy's face; he looks unexpectedly young and - handsome, almost - like this. There's no denying his aristocratic nose and high cheekbones are appealing - at least to Harry, who doesn't know how Ron could possibly think Malfoy's 'weird-looking' - but Harry doesn't usually have time to appreciate it, since Malfoy immediately ruins it by opening his mouth.

Fleur is still not showing up.

Gabrielle, who looks exactly like Fleur, looks like a kid even to Harry; if he'd been deemed too young to participate in the games, why is everyone in this task as young as he is, or younger?

Surely, he tries to reassure himself, the heads of school wouldn't let them rot here.

Even if the egg said they would, even if it said it 'wouldn't come back'. These are children.

Harry only has to ponder half a moment more before he decides that he doesn't trust adults that much.

A matching Diffindo frees Gabrielle, and he drags her and Malfoy up with merepeople grabbing at his feet, with his lungs filling with water, heart bursting in his chest and vision darkening at the edges because he can't breathe and he can't get out and-

He breaks the surface and hears screaming, and he's coughing up water and maybe blood - or maybe it's not his, but someone is bleeding, because the water around them is turning pink - and he wants to sink right back down, wants to rest.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle!" Fleur's shrieking is louder than anyone else's, but Harry thinks that's fair; he's never had a sibling, but he can't imagine thinking they were going to die because of a school approved activity.

Everyone else is cheering, he realizes; they're happy for him, for them, they think this is good.

He manages to catch sight of Cedric's, Krum's, and Fleur's faces, and none of them look like they're feeling anything even slightly positive.

"Potter?" He finally looks at Malfoy. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Harry can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him. What is he doing? What was Malfoy doing, representing the thing Harry would sorely miss? Dumbledore - or the merepeople, or whoever made this decision - could've taken Ron, could've taken any Weasley, hell, they could've taken bloody Mrs. Norris, and Harry thinks they would've been a better choice than Malfoy.

He tightens his grip around Malfoy's and Gabrielle's arms, and begins dragging them towards the other contestants; as soon as they're there, hands are reaching in and pulling them all out, wrapping them in blankets, and Fleur is hugging Gabrielle and crying and Malfoy's teeth are chattering and Harry can still feel water in his lungs and he can't think.

"Merlin, Harry, you're bleeding!" Hermione exclaims.

Harry looks down and realizes she's right; the merepeople got him with their claws.

"Come on," she says, cheeks red from the cold. "We'll get you to the infirmary."

*

Slytherins keep making kissy sounds at him in the hallways, and it gets worse whenever Malfoy is around; he'd think this is Malfoy's doing, except the bastard looks just as embarrassed as Harry - if not more than Harry - when it happens.

They can't quite even look at each other anymore, let alone argue, because if they even say a word to each other, there are three dozen people suddenly watching.

Which is how Harry finds out he would kind of miss Malfoy if he were gone.

In the totally not friendly, even less romantic, entirely normal rival kind of way.

Obviously.

He likes to think Malfoy misses him a little bit too.

Which is, of course, why Harry seeks him out after checking the Marauders' map and making sure there's no one else within a hundred meters of them.

"What the-" Harry has to cover Malfoy's mouth, because if not, it would ruin his plan of quietly shoving Malfoy into the broom shed.

"Shut up, you git," he says, looking around and shutting the door behind him; Malfoy bites his hand, hard, and Harry muffles a yelp, pulling it back.

Malfoy smirks, looking quite pleased with himself, and Harry glares.

"What do you want?" Malfoy asks, looking around and upturning his nose; his features are decidedly less appealing when he's talking; Harry wants to shut him up. "Why'd you bring me here? It's disgusting, Potter."

And yeah, okay, the broom shed isn't quite nice - it has just as many spiders and much more dust than Harry's old cupboard under the stairs - but it's not like they could talk anywhere else.

"I didn't want other people listening," he says.

Malfoy looks at him incredulously. "Listening to what?"

Which makes Harry realize that he didn't really have a plan after this, and yeah, it might've been a bad idea.

What does he want to do? Talk to Malfoy? Apologize? For what? Insult the bastard? Argue? It wouldn't be too hard, considering Malfoy's a pointy, contrarious git, but Harry suddenly doesn't know why he dragged Malfoy in here, either.

He can't let Malfoy know that.

"You never thanked me," he says.

Malfoy's look turns more incredulous, first, and then his eyes narrow furiously, jaw tightening.

"Thanked you for what, Potter?" he asks, crossing his arms. "Making sure every single person in this awful school thinks we're secretly dating? Making sure I can't get down a bloody hallway without some idiotic Gryffindor asking me something beyond inappropriate about you? Making my parents think there's something going on between us so they're threatening to disown me?"

"What?" Harry asks, immediately thrown off. "Your parents would disown you if we were dating?"

Malfoy looks taken aback, like he didn't expect himself to say that, and he looks away. "Forget it. I'm not thanking you."

"Your parents would disown you for dating me?" Harry asks, still stuck on that fact. "Why?"

Malfoy looks troubled, and he shakes his head, looking at the door like he wants to flee; unfortunately for him, Harry's blocking it.

"Are we done here?" he asks. "I'd really rather not spend time in a shed with you."

"Oh, please, you'd love to spend time in a shed with me." Harry rolls his eyes, because he, too, is easy to goad into an argument, as long as it's Malfoy doing the goading.

"Yeah? What part of this do you think I'm loving?" Malfoy asks drily.

Harry doesn't have an answer except for the realization that he himself isn't having the worst time of his life. He isn't even having the worst time he's had today.

"Arguing," he says dumbly.

Malfoy looks at him incredulously again, and then he shakes his head, almost to himself.

"Go to the infirmary, Potter," he says, sliding past him, twisting himself in an almost impressive way so he doesn't touch Harry at all. "Tell Pomfrey to check for head injuries."

"Would you care if I did have a head injury?" Harry asks, already knowing he doesn't have one but not willing to quite reject the idea, because he's enjoying time with Malfoy. He's enjoying arguing with Malfoy.

Malfoy snorts and rolls his eyes. "Sure, Potter. If you end up in the infirmary with a head injury, I'll visit and even bring you flowers, I pinky swear."

He leaves the shed, and leaves Harry blinking after him.

------------------------------------------------------

Send me a Request :D

If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a kofi <3

Masterlist: [1] [2]

Commissions