#Sorry Um Stoned RN

[mumpsetc]

Sweet Memory💫

[luveline]

Would KILL (not you) for a bit of Hotch rn.

Like just started dating, all new and neat. Shy reader at home while Hotch is at work and is having a lonesome girls night, face mask, pizza, dancing, the whole thing. Hotch then pays an impromptu visit. Pls and Thankyou

Love you you’re amazing 💕

thank you for your request! hotch x shy!reader ♡

You're tucked up on the couch trying not to get face mask in your pizza, or cheese in your face mask, when the doorbell rings. You drop your slice back into the box, eyes widened of their own accord. There's no way you can answer the door, not when your hair's sweaty from your latest karaoke dance routine, you're in your ratty pyjamas with a hole in the collar, and your face is blue. It's not happening.

You turn the volume down on your TV, sink down on the couch, and pray whoever it is didn't hear you laughing at your own Freddie Mercury impression. That would put you in an early grave, you'd die from embarrassment alone.

There's a heavy rap at the door. Your phone starts ringing on vibrate beside you. You slide off of the pillows and onto the floor, grabbing your phone and answering with as much grace as you can.

"Hello?" you ask.

"Hey, are you home?" Hotch's voice comes thick and steady through the speaker, and you swear you can hear a hint of amusement you'd rather have missed.

"Is that you, at the door?" you ask, knowing it is, and knowing this is the worst day of your life.

"Is that alright? I brought wine. I tried to call, but it wasn't going through, and you said I could come by whenever, now that we're–"

"Yeah," you say, getting to your feet. You're breathless suddenly, because you're very attractive boyfriend is at the door, and he's only been your boyfriend for a week —though he'd 'courted' you for far longer— and seeing him is a delight no matter how flustered he can get you. "It's alright, of course it's alright, um, uh, just– Aaron, I'm not very presentable."

"Could I be the judge?"

You look down at your fluffy socks. "Yes, I suppose so."

You go to the front door and open it. There's an abject moroseness to your actions, like defeat. This is where Aaron realises he's made a mistake, and he breaks up with you, and it breaks your heart forever. He really is handsome.

"Oh," Aaron says, standing on the short stone step outside of your house with a bottle of wine in hand.

"Sorry," you say, cringing.

"You're blue."

"Yes. I'm blue."

Aaron tilts his head slightly to one side, and his resting stern face lightens. "You look cute."

It's like being winded. He might as well have slapped you flat in the chest with the front of his wrist. "Thank you," you say, hoping that the floor will miraculously collapse beneath you and the earth will swallow you whole.

"Can I come in?" he asks, head still tilted. "I've missed you so much."

"You have?"

He laughs like this is extremely funny as you step back to make room for him inside. The bottle of win gets put on the sideboard that houses your shoes, and before you know it you have arms wrapped around you. Aaron gives perfect hugs; they aren't too tight, and they aren't too loose. His cheek rubs against your temple.

"You'll get blue on you," you say, trying to push him away.

And when he pulls back, you're right. Blue face mask has transferred from you to him, wet on his chin but quickly drying. You try to scrub it off of him with your thumb but the colour spreads around and makes an even bigger mess.

"Oh, sugar, I'm sorry," you say, your hands all over his face.

"You missed a spot," he says.

"Aaron, I've missed lots of spots."

"A particular spot, right..." He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans in for a long, chaste kiss. "There," he says, pulling away.

He has face mask on his cupids bow and the tip of his nose. You blink, dazzled, and prompt a laugh from your unsually smiley boyfriend.

"Cute," he says again, with an air of finality. "Want to order in?"

"I already got pizza."

"Oh, good. I thought with all the singing you might’ve been too busy."

If your face wasn't blue you'd drop it into your hands and weep. Aaron twines your fingers together, leading you into the living room for more pizza, blue chin and all.

[saintship]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well!

Umh I’m sorry i don’t really know who and what you agree and disagree to write for but I have an idea and I love your works so ig it would be amazing if you’re the one writing it!

So Umh basically something with the 141 squad + alejandro with a reader having SA flashback after being kidnapped and tortured in mission ? And how they would handle it/try to help ?

I Totally understand if you’re not comfortable with this just ignored it ( me ? Craving comfort rn? Yes😭)

Have a good day!!

I’m so sorry this has taken so long and it’s so short, I hope you still like it :)

Also the first part of this ask is so nice I can’t w y’all :,,)

That day I lost you - 141 & Reader

Photo credit- onlyinyourstate, Pinterest

“Sergeant.”

The bar was too hot, and yet the chill of your drink was too intense on the back of your throat.

“Want another?”

The condensation created a ring on the wooden table and irritation crept at your jaw.

“Sergeant?” Ghost nudged your shoulder. “You hear me?”

Your ears felt like they’d been pressed with cotton.

“Yes. Yeah, um..I’m alright. Thank you.”

For three days after you were knocked unconscious and dragged to the middle of the desert, all you knew were the sensations around you. A blindfold covered your eyes, damp from perspiration. Your arms were bound above your head, the sound of steel knocking together telling you they were handcuffs.

“You gonna turn in? Y’look a bit tired.”

Soap’s gentle voice made you smile, but the pocket of dread slowly filling your gut made it drop.

Your legs were free, but you were lifted just enough to where you could not lay your feet flat on the sand, exhausting you quickly.

“No, no, I never get to do this, it’s nice.” You kept your voice gentle, undisturbed. The conversation around you bubbled back to life, and you exhaled as the attention left you.

The room was hot, but you could not feel the distinct burn of the sun on any one area—you guessed you were in a building or underground. You couldn’t feel any of your concealed weapons or gear; they must have taken them. Every once and a while, the prickling crawl of a scorpion would occur on your ankle, causing you to thrash and kick it off, burning your precious energy. Three days of silence. No sleep, no food or water, only the sounds of metal clinking and your labored breathing keeping you company. The slide of a large door startled you out of your skin—you’d almost been able to drift off due to pure exhaustion when the noise made you jump. You raised your eyes, as the blindfold had fallen from sweat, and looked. The man that stepped into view was hardly a physical threat; he didn’t even wear a military uniform. The only thing he held was a pistol, and the only thing he said was a single sentence.

“Sergeant, do you hear me?”

Price. Price’s voice, Price’s gloves on your shoulders. You were seated outside of the bar on the sidewalk, your back pressed into the stone wall.

“I..”

“It’s alright. You’re safe, it’s okay..”

The cell.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The scorpions.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The pistol.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

“Fuck..” your voice was so weak it made you angry; everything was perfectly fine, and yet your body was on fire with terror. You felt the wind from your left side cease as someone sat there with you and took your trembling hand.

Alejandro. He’d been the one to convince you to come out in the first place, staying by your side and making sure no one bothered you at the bar counter.

“Open your eyes, mira. You’re not there anymore.”

Your tears seemed to seal your eyes shut, but you eased them open, Price’s face coming into view. Vaguely, you noticed Ghost and Soap standing facing the passerby’s, and lunging at anyone who dared to stare. The gesture made you laugh, but what came out was a sort of choked cry.

“Shh..” Price now held your head, his hands traveling back down to you shoulders when your breathing began to ease.

“That’s it..very good.” Alejandro faced you intently, his thumb stroking the back of your hand while the other clasped around the both of them.

“I’m s-"

“Don’t.” Ghost’s terse comment made you look up—he’d turned from his post and fixed his gaze on you. Soap turned too, kneeling at your other side.

“We’ve got you, yeah?” Gaz murmured, leaning down behind Price. You nodded quickly, a surge of warmth filling your chest and kicking away the fear.

“Thank you..”

Alejandro squeezed your hand.

“Always.”

[crguang]

What the fuck that Kafka fic was so good and all of you are insane for making it, for me kafka is like all abt the yearning, she distances herself from relationships so if someone liked her she’d be very distant and vice versa, she wants to feel the one thing she can’t, and she plays an instrument and music is pretty connected w emotions and like communicating them even though she intelectulizes (? idk how to spell rn) a ton of her emotions I just ugh. Just like Kafka thinking abt r everytime she plays, her being unsatisfied w all other accompaniment, like i needed a warning or smth Also I’m finally writing the uni au like i might make a side blog or smth to post it on here, but I need the escapism rn, it’s been awful this week, like the election, genuinely what the fuck, and I’m stuck in America bc I have uni and ppl are being extra racist to me like it’s suddenly okay? And even though I just finished midterms I actually only have like a month until finals? anw sorry for venting but um am i allowed to yap abt arcane s2 on here, i mean a ton of it is me hating on Caitlyn. -🌠

youre so right about her distancing herself when she realizes she’s getting too involved thats why im obsessed with the idea of her learning that defence mechanism in response to getting hurt when she was younger, paired with her need to be great and not allowing herself too many distractions + the competitive field of classical music and the whole “distant bitchy perfectionist” persona protecting her from that as well… it all connects very well i think thats why i love this AU so bad😭 kafka communicating through music but that doesn’t mean everyone will understand what shes trying to convey, and at the same time it gets her closer to her goals and the life she wants to live so its two birds, one stone. she thinks she needs R to be the best because playing alone has left a void she can’t fill with other accomps when really that void is there because she never mourned life separating them. you know how the more you try to ignore something or restrict yourself from something, the more it obsesses you? that’s her. so successful yet so unfulfilled ugh

i’m so happy you’re writing especially since things are shit right now, having an escape is important so im glad you can forget about stuff at least for a while. i also hope you’re safe and surrounded by good people because a ton of hatred and racism, xenophobia, transphobia and misogyny has reemerged after the election results and it’s so disgusting to see. this is what trump stands for and this is why he couldn’t win, i fr cant believe he did again. i hope he croaks before january. i’m sorry you’re going through it with uni as well, i know how exhausting the month of november is for college students, hoping the rest of the semester goes by fast because i can’t do it anymore either, man.

you can yap about arcane s2 now that i’ve watched the episodes, especially if its cait hate lol this is a safe space i do not like that girl!!!

[geteffed]

rick headcanons?

SHDHAHSJDA AAAAAA yes okay let me smoke first

Alright I just smoked.

So, this is gonna be long and scrambled but here we go

Rick definitely loves morty a lot but refuses to admit it to himself because what is love yknow? You have so much love for one person (Diane) and then you don’t really feel the same type of love for anyone else. He loves Morty and Beth (his favorite relatives) a whole lot but not in the same way. Even Beth and Space Beth are loved and admired in different ways guys he just loves his family okay. He even cares for Jerry. Like okay rant right here umm TW emotions but I love my dad right and he loves my uncle but I don’t really no my uncle so I can’t say I really love him. I care about him. Idk if it’s love for sure

Okay rant over

Um also this one is like… tmi so I won’t stay on it long but in a world where beth looked exactly like Diane…. Yeaaaaaaaah that’s more of an intrusive headcanon I’m sorry to fuck y’all’s eyes up

And also HES IN LOVE WITH BIRDPERSON LIKE BACK ON THE DIANE TOPIC I think he loved Diane in the way that you would want to spend the rest of your life with them and he loved birdperson in a similar perspective to that but he loved birdperson in the ride or die way. Like, 50/50 everything on the table, trauma bonded stoner husbands (omg shoutout to Cade + his husband who don’t know I use tumblr) like their relationship is literally rick/birdperson wish you guys knew them.

Um yeah so he loved birdperson but not the same way as Diane like, I would be explaining this with percentages but 1. I’m so fucking stoned rn and 2. You can’t measure a nonexistent thing in percentages. Love is a concept, love mean something different to everyone and it really can’t be calculated… I think I might be demisexual wow okay breakthrough

I feel weird about that one paragraph now wow whatever y’all don’t think about it too hard. Open your minds to concepts even if they are fucked up. It’s so fun to think about but it gets sad when it’s reality idk don’t cancel me? Or do. Cowards.

Also. He invents things for his grandkids to show love. Like, sometimes I wish I could build a robot to help my dad because damn I want him to get helped but also ummm also um fuck what was I— OH YEAH I WANT HIM HELPED BUT I realllllyyyyy don’t feeling like being in his presence yknow I don’t really wanna have a “dad” conversation rn

Wow I’m talking a lot about my own life. Okay spoiler alert I have a dad and a brother and both of them suck.

But yeah I’m out of thoughts and I’m gonna smoke more now

[uriekukistan]

Hey! I love your fics, and I have a question. Your post on music classes got me thinking. What are your favorite bands? Also, do you have any songs you assign to certain characters or ships? Have a great day!

ahhh hiii thank you so much :D and thank you for the ask !!

i actually have a pretty long itafushi playlist and an even longer megumi playlist (//ω//) but here are some of my favs/the ones i associate with them most ! like top 3 or we'll be here forever, apologizing in advance for how long this is 🚶

itafushi songs :3

follow you by bring me the horizon is THE itafushi song for me like

the whole song is them actually but that part just ksfjhgksghf anyway another big one for me is dreams of losing teeth by suave punk which kinda talks about a person who tends not to let themselves get close to others starting to feel attached to someone and IF THAT'S NOT MEGUMI TO YUUJI than i've misunderstood itafushi but i dont think i have 😶 and my third itafushi song is making faces by dream, ivory which is about lovers who struggle to be vulnerable with each other and trying to bridge that gap in communication (>﹏<) some lyrics

alright....megumi songs :3

the biggest megumi song for me will always be moon, i already know by mount eerie because i wrote a fic about that! and also just the lyrics....

hes just a kid :(((((((((( im SICK okay um before i go insane next song! half return by adrianne lenker the whole song is sooo devastating it just dgkhjhld the whole song reminds me of how megumi had to grow up way too fast :( like he barely had any childhood :( but this part specifically reminds me of him and toji....

"honey in your mouth when you gave me my name" UR KIDDING ME anyway last song perhaps the most devastating (i love to make myself sad if u couldnt tell) painfully by fog lake no words just look at these lyrics

anyway!! i have less developed playlists for yuuji and also yuuta, so i'll give a song for each of them too!

for yuuji: throne by bring me the horizon (really funny to see next to the bubbly kpop/jpop songs)

for yuuta: back to the old house by the smiths

in terms of my fav artists, my music taste is a bit all over the place, but my favs rn are dream, ivory, the stone roses (specifically their song i wanna be adored, i've barely listened to anything else in days), and deftones, but i basically listen to anything and everything :3

thank u for the ask!! and sorry for yapping sm omg

[pondscummy]

so me and roommate L talked on Sunday and I finally like aired some of my grievances and was like hey you really hurt me w how you treated me during my recovery and I realized I actually really don't feel like I can safely communicate with you and I haven't felt like I could for a very long time. and they did apologize and we decided to just be polite roommates and not friends at all and that's a big relief honestly bc now I'm not carrying around this tension the way I was before bc I know there's not expectation from either side but like. it's also freed me up mentally where I'm not thinking about all the immediate stuff anymore and instead I'm like remembering various random things that pissed me off but weren't big enough to focus on before lmao

the one I'm stuck on rn is how insistent they are that I'm on the spectrum. idk they do a lot of explaining myself to me that makes me like. bro shut Up you don't know what my lived experience is like lol you have no concept of anything. which. for context I have a dx and I thought I was on the spectrum for years and years but weirdly enough going to therapy and working through my ptsd made a lot of those symptoms just.... start vanishing. and one of my friends had been undiagnosed for the same reason so it got me thinking about it and talking to my therapist at the time and like. ptsd can present rly similarly. like I was neglected and abused as a child and I literally did not learn social skills, and I was very fearful of other people. as I like worked through the stuff that had instilled that in me and found my stride w stepping out of my comfort zone and getting comfortable being uncomfortable I really don't find it particularly hard to talk to people. I retook the RAADS and I got that I have tendencies but am not anywhere near diagnostic level. I'm literally moving states bc I find the idea of being in a new place and starting from scratch socially rly exciting and I want to like go out to events on my own and meet people both through apps and more organically and I want to get to be in the office with my coworkers like. obv there's more to a dx than just social anxiety but the things that my dx was primarily based in (social anxiety, need for stability/routine, aversion to connection, even sensory issues) are so easily linked back to trauma for me and like. being on the spectrum doesn't go away w therapy?? also I've found it harder and harder to befriend other people on the spectrum; I find I have less in common as time goes on and that my communication style is more focused on like small talk and less directness etc. and I don't tend to get special interests at all anymore like I find it a little difficult to discuss interests w people for long periods of time.

anyway idk my experiences just make me think that it was an incorrect dx but a rly understandable one. I'll probably always have tendencies and get along pretty well w others who do or who are on the spectrum but like I just don't think that I am. and whenever I tried to talk about this with them they'd shut it down and be like um I'm pretty sure you are lmao. and when we talked Sunday I made a comment about making some assumptions about their facial expressions at one point and they were like well we're both on the spectrum so. and I was like my guy I can read facial expressions just fine. if you're saying I can't read yours accurately bc You're on the spectrum then fine. sure. I actually think it's bc you're always so fucking stoned that every muscle in your face is dangling from the frame, personally, but like. i don't have this probably of misreading anyone else dude. like ffs stop armchair diagnosing me and acting like bc you said it then it's law. UGHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHH. it would be one thing if I thought they were saying this stuff bc they think I'm distancing myself out of internalized ableism or something. but it really seems more like they bring it up only to tell me how bad I am at things. which like I'm sorry lmao but. if I'm not giving this vibe to anyone else and I'm not displaying symptoms predominantly in my day to day life and if they're rly seeming to be correlated to my ptsd, maybe you're literally just triggering for me to be around. asshat

[jetstargf]

tagged by @fagflint and @jerseymuppet to post ten songs i love rn

1. foundations of decay by my chemical romance (i’m not exaggerating i listened to this almost two hundred times in the last week alone. something bad happened in my brain)

2. heaven, iowa by fall out boy. best song on the album no contest sorry about it

3. wouldn’t be a milo music list without some posty! otherside is one of the best songs ever written

4. still remains by stone temple pilots. is there a more romantic line than “take a bath, i’ll drink the water that you leave” ? i think not.

5. rusty cage by soundgarden. needs no explanation. chris cornell was one of the most talented vocalists in the world.

6. you can be the boss by lana del rey i have not listened to the new album yet but this is forever in my head

7. the piano knows something i don’t know by panic! at the disco. screams cries throws up

8. hazy shade of winter by gerard way and ray toro. i’m a simon and garfunkel girlie since birth this song makes me CRAZY

9. maleficent’s frustration by george bruns do not get me fucking started on this

10. fuck it more post malone stream this right now

i tag um im bad at this part i tag anyone who wants to do this just say i tagged u 🦋

[lovphobic]

MUSIC EMOJI. FOR YOU

sophia lives to see another day. nevermind the fact i already ate it all

. . . from my december playlist (u may get a repeat sorry. ok i was right let me try this again): 1. egoist by jenna holiday :^) my fave song rn 2. dead to me by chloe adams 3. sleep by orion 4. modern romance by yeah yeah yeahs 5. STONE COLD KILLER BY KAT LEON HEY I SENT U THAT THE OTHER DAY!

. . . from my 2022 playlist: 1. get stoned by fionn 2. year zero by moon taxi (very good i really want u to hear this one) 3. um... red sun (021) by gwsn 4. he said she said by chvrches 5. run by unsecret

[squirms-mckenzie]

5. favorite form of potato?

oh fuck this is like asking me to pick my favorite child. i love them all. potayters.

sorry I'm so stoned rn.

um.

latkes. yes. final answer.

[violettelueur]

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || THANK YOU FOR STAYING

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of blood, mention of injury, mention of death and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 18 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.6k

↳ request : AAAA YOUR FINALLY OPENN <3 um so for starters i was thinking abt the same scenario for the s/o, where the s/o was megumi’s gf. team tokyo was seeing your *dead* body lying on the ground, not knowing that your actually trying to use the reverse technique slowly. megumi felt he failed at protecting you, when you’re actually still alive but reviving. eventually he came to you, crying, and just kept saying “please dont leave me” “i cant afford to loose anything” “please”. IM SORRY IF ITS TOO SPECIFIC 😭😭 i really want some fluff+angst rn LMAOO. thankyou!! <33

↳ barista’s notes : hello hello hello ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ i had to remove a tiny bit of your request because it is a spoiler for non jujutsu kaisen manga readers ʕᴥ·　ʔ and don’t worry if you think you’re being too specific, i will try my best to make the perfect cup of  coffee for you ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ but other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and you’re welcome back anytime!

“Y/N, wake up please”

However, no matter how desperate he sounded nor how loud he was. You were non-responsive.

The grass below your body was struggling to soak up all the blood that had been spilt from your unknown wound caused by the special grade curse that you were fighting against.

No one knew how the curse was able to get into the premises of the battlefield of the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, let alone how it managed to get anywhere near Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. However, right now, all Fushiguro knew was that you were in critical condition as you continued to stay silent to his pleas.

“This ain’t some joke Y/N, wake up!” Fushiguro shouted in agony as he lifted your body into his arms, searching for any source of warmth from you that he was desperate to hold. Yet, you were just stone cold.

Frantic, Fushiguro began to search around your body to see if he could find the injury that was the final blow that you took, but there was no visible presence of one leading to the shikigami sorcerer’s anxiety to heighten as he began to wonder what really happened to you. What could have the special curse did that causes you to fall into a coma? A coma right? You were just in a coma? You weren’t dead? You couldn’t be dead?

“Megumi, she’s….Y/N is..” Maki began to stutter, afraid of the junior’s reaction to what she would have to announce as she began to reach out to him, leading Fushiguro to turn to look at her with tears welled up in his eyes which led Maki to look at him with widened eyes.

Never once she ever saw the green-eyed sorcerer have a single tear in his eyes as well as the rest of the sorcerers behind her as they stared at the situation that was happening right in front of them. On the other hand, they weren’t really surprised at the fact that you were the one that brought those same tears into his precious eyes. 

You were the first person to ever make them see Fushiguro smile.

Itadori remembered it as clear as day. It was when he had first met you at Harajuku around the same time when he first met Kugisaki. To his surprise that day, you weren’t the new student that they were meeting but rather a current student at the school he newly attended, it was just that you weren’t the one chosen to collect Sukuna’s finger at Sendai that day due to you having a mission of your own.

                                              ꕥ

“So, you’re the infamous student that ate Sukuna’s finger?” you commented, as you walked towards the two students who were waiting in front of the station Gojo has told you to meet everyone at - but to no shock or surprise from you, the said teacher was not there to greet you.

“Oh? Are you the new student we are waiting for?” Itaodori kindly asked, as he took another bite out of his ice popsicle leading to your boyfriend, who was standing next to the salmon-haired boy, to have a say in the newly started conversation.

“No, this is L/N Y/N, she’s a first-year student like us, she enrolled at the same time as me,” Fushiguro informed the boy leading you to kindly smile at him while holding up a peace sign to seem more friendly.

“I’m Itadori Yuji, I’m from Sendai,” Itadori greeted you as he pointed at himself, causing you to nod your head before asking both the boys where your extremely tall teacher was, only for them to shrug at you indicating they had no idea on where Gojo was at all.

‘He probably is buying snacks or something ha?’

“Now it ain’t just the two of us ha Megumi?” you playfully asked your boyfriend as you poked his cheek, leading him to send you a side glance only for a giggle to be your response. Although it was a small interaction, Itadori was able to instantly pick up on something that confused him slightly.

“L/N, why did you call Fushiguro by his first name and not his family one?” Itadori asked in curiosity as he wondered how you were really friendly with the usually grumpy sorcerer. Turning to look at your new classmate, you smiled at him and quickly answered by saying, “no reason really, he just allowed me to since we’re really good friends,”.

Knowing Fushiguro, you knew he probably didn’t want to reveal the fact that you and him were in a relationship to Itadori too early into his newfound friendship with him, so you decided that it was the best for now to tell your new classmate that you two were really good friends.

On the other hand, what you didn’t see was how Fushiguro was looking at you. The shikigami user really appreciated the fact that you weren’t the type to tell the whole world about the both of you since he was a person that thought that not everyone needed to know if he was in a relationship or not leading to a small smile to dawn his face with a hint of adoration in his eyes as he stared at you.

Which was caught by the sights of Itadori Yuji.

                                             ꕥ

However in his sights right now was not the same expression Fushiguro had that day. But how he wished it was. All Itadori could see right now was fear, desperation and regret in Fushiguro’s emerald eyes as he was holding onto your body like he was gripping the small amount of life that you could possibly have left in your body.

“Please don’t leave me,” Fushiguro muttered in a brittle tone, as he gently shook you, not giving up on the fact that you could have a chance of waking up. Not giving up the chance that he gets to see your beautiful eyes. Not giving up the chance that he gets to see your bright smile. Not giving up on the chance that he gets to see you alive.

“I’m sorry for not protecting you, please just wake up, I can’t lose you too,” Fushiguro begged as sorrowful tears began to lightly hit your cheeks with his throat slowly closing up leading to a slight struggle in breathing. Fushiguro slowly and regrettably came to the realisation that you were now gone, leading to a river of guilt that uncontrollably began to flow down to which caused the grade two sorcerer let out a pained scream as his friends from behind looked at the scene with a broken heart.

Gripping on to your body, Fushiguro held your body against his chest and his face was hidden in the crook of your head wanting to hold you for one last time before you were fully taken away from him.

“Hey….Mimi”

Now he was hallucinating. Fushiguro was now hearing your voice as if you were calling out to him. He couldn’t help but fully accept that fact that you were dead and there was no chance you could possibly be calling out his nickname that he hated so much but was so desperate to hear again if he could.

Suddenly to his shock, Fushiguro felt a light but tight grip on his school jacket leading him to slowly pull away with widening eyes to a hand on his jacket causing him to look up to notice your eyes slowly begin to open, showcasing the coloured orbs that the shikigami user was so desperate to see.

“Mimi….it’s really hard to….concentrate using reverse curse energy….when you’re tightly gripping on to me,” you slowly commented with a small smile on your face, to which then you slowly began to sit up only to fall back into his arms due to exhaustion of using a magnitude of your curse energy to heal the injury that the special curse managed to wound you with.

“Y/N!” everyone shouted, as they crouched down to have a clear view of what they were seeing. To their complete astonishment, you were fully awake with a smile on your face leading everyone’s hearts to fill with joy as they were relieved that you were here right in front of them alive and well.

Kugisaki couldn’t help but instantly let tears of complete joy flow down her cheeks as she launched herself on top of you, tightly hugging you close to her releasing all the agonising tension that she was holding in the second she saw your once lifeless body in Fushiguro’s arms.

Gently lifting up one of your arms to Kugisaki’s body to comfort her, you slowly turned your head to stare up at the pair of emerald eyes that were looking at you with such relief and radiance, leading to your other hand that was previously gripping his jacket to then be placed on his cheek as you used your thumb to caress it to help him slowly come back to reality.

To be honest, you could tell he needed it right now. At the beginning of the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki were utterly dumbfounded at the fact that Itadori was alive and well after 2 months of assuming that he was dead after Sukuna ripped out his heart and now you somehow you ‘came back alive’ after sustaining a serious injury of your neck being slashed - you knew seeing two people being revived was not what you saw every day.

“I’m sorry for scaring you like that,” you whispered to Fushiguro as you lightly brushed the remaining tears he had on his cheek leading to the stoic sorcerer to softly place his forehead against yours as he began to savour the warmth that he thought he had lost.

“Thank you,’ Fushiguro muttered as he closed his eye tightly, holding in the new coming tears that were threatening to flow down leading to your hand that was on his cheek to be now placed on the back of his neck as your fingers began to caress his hair to help calm him down even further.

“Thank you for staying”

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[neotrances]

I dont care about the drama rn Im here for ocs POST PAROUSIA (Im being lighthearted sorry hi Tyler)

HIII sure!! i don’t have a lot of um. content that im like happy with rn tbh but i made a post earlier today that said “for every goliath there is a stone” and that was about syr and his title as the “rolling stone” ! gonna out a read more !

syrs tag in my aesthetic blog is called “the rolling stone gathers no moss” bc throughout parousias plot he is running away from his past and refusing to stay anywhere long enough to really reconcile with the abuse he endured, and thinks he can keep moving on with life without ruminating on all that made him who he is, which isn’t possible nor healthy,

his father myster, would be considered the “goliath” the all knowing all powerful most worshipped mortal in the land, syr doesn’t consider himself an equal to his father at all for a majority of the story, and thinks his father is untouchable, but just as a stone can make a giant fall to its knees, one son can bring down his tyrant father, but only if he realizes the power he wields and understands the value of self love and faces and really dwells on what his childhood was like, he needs to “gather moss”whether that be a community of friends, healthier coping mechanisms, or connecting with the land, he cannot be “apart” of the growing forest if he keeps rolling, he can never find peace if he doesn’t allow it into his heart especially if he keeps using his anger as a crutch to push people he cares about away, most of his anger is grief that he hasn’t learned to swallow….um anyways i could talk more about syrs character but here’s some misc doodles of him and propin!!

i wanted syr and propin to look really alike bc he sort of takes on her role as the god of love during her absence, becoming the leader the land needs etc, also i have some actually mostly finished propin + perodi digital doodles but those aren’t really related to syr so i can probably put those under a diff ask !

[blueberryrock]

Ah that's awesome, I'm currently stuck with my little tiny project to do a masterlist of my own too, it would be quicker if I didn't wanted to yeet my computer everytime Photoshop acts up 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 anyhows! Could I have please some headcanons about Thorin or Elrond pining for a non-binary someone who's very fashionable in their own terms, maybe they appear to be kind of bodacious and edgelord-esque but it goes all through the window when they see them interacting with animals or they're one in one despite the awkwardness embedded into them?

Sorry for the many details! Have an awesome day and eat something.

A/N Hello! So this is in fact my first headcanon request, and my first headcanon post, so uh I hope you don't mind that imma only be doing Elrond rn, but thank you for the request! I did my best and I hope you enjoy it! I kinda got sidetracked at the end, but I hope you don't mind <3 i also didn't know what to title this lmao

Elrond x Punk!Reader Headcanons

(Rules, Requests, and More)

The first time Elrond saw Y/N was when they, and a group of dwarves, were chased into his Valley. From his position on his horse, he didn't get a clear view of them until Gandalf had shifted to show the whole group.

He was firstly mesmerized by Y/N's hair, the short spiky black hair had very odd neon tips that very much contrasted against their skin.

Their all-black outfit didn't help him either, it was showing so much of their skin, Elrond couldn't help but blush and stare. He was so confused by the new stranger.

It took one of his soldiers nudging him to pull his gaze away, with his face turning red, Elrond quickly introduced himself and welcomed everyone to the Valley.

After his little introduction, he was whisked away by his duties before he could say any more. He did however schedule a small feast for his guests, secretly wondering what Y/N's next outfit would even be.

He was mildly shocked when he saw Y/N strutting into the outdoor dining room wearing a black jacket with small spikes on the shoulders and large black boots with lots of useless straps. It somehow reminded him of the clothing people way far in the east would wear

When everyone had arrived and settled, ellens came out with bowls and platters of food in their arms, most of which were fruits and vegetables.

He wasn't surprised at the small uproar the dwarves caused over the lack of meats supplied, but he smiled when Y/N managed to calm the angry dwarves down. Y/N didn't, however, stop them from climbing onto the tables to sing. They instead encouraged them and silently slipped away from the chaos they had started.

Slipping away as quietly as Y/N had, Elrond had curiously followed the quiet path after them. His heart leaps in his throat when he hears a small yelp come from the path before him. Finding them on the stone pathway with their back towards him, Elrond rushes to Y/N's side, wanting to gently place his hand on their shoulder. He frowns when he sees the small decorative spikes, but he decides instead to walk around to see their face.

Are you okay? What happened? Did you fall? Questions just want to spill out of his worried heart until he sees something in Y/N's hands. "Y/N?" He asks.

With a small grin on their face, Y/N turns to face the elven lord, showing him what they have in their cupped hands. "Look," they say, their gaze turning towards their hands. "This poor gecko lost its tail."

Confusion quickly replaces the worries within Elrond, staring at the small lizard in their hands, a grimace flutters to his face before his eyes lock onto Y/N. "That's um," he starts. "Nice Y/N, it doesn't appear that they are in any pain?"

"No, where I am from, geckos can naturally drop their tails," Y/N starts, shifting to hold the squirming lizard in their hand. "It helps them get away from predators and if they're stuck, they can regrow it too."

"Really?" Elrond asks, watching their face slowly light up as they explain the mechanics behind a lizard's tail. "How do you know all of this?"

"Has Gandalf told you where I come from?" Elrond nods his head slightly as well as humming an answer. "You are from another world and landed in the Shire, but that is all I know."

"Yup," Y/N says. "In my world, I used to collect and breed all kinds of reptiles, I also did small programs to show other people and kids that lizards and snakes really aren't scary."

After moving from the ground, and watching the little lizard scurry off into a bush, Y/N and Elrond slowly start down the winding stone path. "That little guy makes me miss my own geckos."

"Well perhaps when you and the company survive this quest," Elrond starts. "The Valar will send you back?"

"Maybe," Y/N sighs, looking away from the elven lord. "But some days I don't wanna go back, this world is so beautiful and accepting, more so than my old one. I know my reptiles are in good hands right now and I miss them dearly, but deep down, I don't really wanna go back."

Elrond pauses in his place. "Well, mellon, you will always have a place in Rivendel, it doesn't have as many reptiles as you may hope, but I'm sure we could find you some."

"Thank you, my Lord," they say with a small snort before continuing on the path.

[celestialrry]

i’m sorry

2.4k

summary: Harry dates you because he knew you were interested, and well, he needed a good fuck.

warnings: Mentions of sex, a bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, and a shitty ending

“Stop!” You laughed as Harry blew raspberries on your bare tummy. It tickled profusely and there were no signs of him stopping anytime soon. You kicked your legs in an attempt to shake him off, but as he had been doing this from your left side on the bed, you truly just ended up moving the down comforter around.  He just pushed up his t-shirt that you were wearing further up to your chest and blowing more raspberries on your skin.

Your head fell back in laughter and smiles and you then felt his lips move off of your body. When you stopped laughing, you looked to your stomach to see Harry resting his arms and head on it, looking up at you with a dimpled grin on his face. “What?” you asked, smiling at him. 

“M’just so lucky to have you s’all.” he mumbled, not breaking eye contact. 

Your cheeks heated up and you bit your lip in an attempt to stop the biggest smile from reaching your face. “I feel the same, lover-boy.” You said, reaching down to play with his hair. He simply planted a kiss on your stomach before closing his eyes as you continued to mess with hair, relishing in the calmness of your morning.

You weren't living with Harry, the two of you had yet to say those three words, and the two of you barely got time off of work, but when you both had time off, it was domestic bliss. You had been dating for a little over 6 months, and you wanted to spend every waking moment with him. Today, he was having a few friends over and you were going to visit your friend who had come to London for a work trip, and she just had one free day. 

After a few minutes had passed, you stopped running your hands through Harry’s hair and you swore you heard him whine. “I have to go back home and get ready.” You said softly, dragging your hand through his curls one last time before sitting up in his bed. He slowly got up as well, planting kisses to your nose, cheeks, and lips before rolling out of bed, and you did the same. 

You slipped on the sweats you had come over in, and hesitated taking off his shirt. “Wear it t’day,” He said, looking at you before looking back to his closet. “What?” You asked. You knew he enjoyed you wearing his clothes around either yours, or Harry’s respective home’s, but in public? “Wear m’shirt today, that way  it’s guaranteed y’come back here tonight, and then I can take it off you.” he said, smirking at you. You just laughed a bit and rolled your eyes before putting your bra on underneath the shirt. “Always so cheeky,” You grinned before slipping on your jacket. “So you want me over tonight?”

“Always want y’over pet, but yes, can y’come around 9ish? That way y’can meet some of the guys but not have t’be around them a really long time, y’know?” He asked, taking some trousers and a sweater out of his closet, laying them on his bed. 

“Yeah, sure H, I’d love that.” You smiled, walking over to give him a kiss goodbye. You bit the words “and you.” back and opted to just kiss all over his face before reaching his lips. You felt him smile into it and you did too, pulling away. “I’ll see you tonight, bye!” You waved back to him walking out of his room. “See you, love! When y’get here, just walk in!” You yelled back a “Got it!” before leaving his house.

By the time you had driven home, gotten ready, and met up with your friend Lorelei, it was around 1 p.m.. The two of you sat in a nearby coffee shop, catching up and talking about your lives, and of course the topic came up about relationships. “So,” She said your name. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Um, yeah actually, he's really sweet and we've just had our 6 month anniversary a few days ago.” You said, smiling, thinking back to the surprise dinner he had made you. Obviously the two of you hadn't gone public yet, and only your families knew, so you were hesitating on whether you should tell her his name or not when she asked. 

“Edward.” You said, deciding on using his middle name. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Lorelei, but you didn’t trust her friends, or the people in this cafe who could overhear. She simply nodded in response, taking a sip of her tea before you asked her about her love life. The conversation extended from there, and you were happy she didn’t prod anymore. The two of you went to go get lunch until she had to go to a late meeting, and you went home around 4, passing the time by making dinner and reading. 

Soon it was 8:45 and you decided to start driving over, there was no harm in being a bit early. By the time you got to Harry’s, it was a few minutes before 9 and you let yourself in, just like he had asked. As you shut the door and made your way to the voices in the living room you heard your own name. You should have walked in there, not stopped and listened, but who wouldn’t be curious to what Harry would say, when asked how the two of you were?

“It’s good, not what I planned on to be honest.” You heard your boyfriend say, and your brow quirked up at his response. What did he plan on, you thought. “Y’mean being in an actual relationship?” You heard a voice you didn't recognize ask. 

“Yeah, I mean you all know I just wanted a good fuck,” He said, and your eyes widened. “It was obvious she liked me, was all over me, so I jus’ started fucking her, and now we had our six month anniversary a few days ago, so it wasn't how I really wanted things t’go, but she’s cool.”

Your chest clenched at his words and your bottom lip began to tremble. He used you because he could tell you were interested, then proceeded to use you, and stayed with you because why? You were a good fuck, and cool? Not wanting to be embarrassed anymore when you weren’t there to defend yourself,  you walked away and left his house silently, driving yourself back home and sending him a text explaining your absence, not like he would care.

Pretty tired today, I’m just gonna stay home, but I hope u had fun with ur friends!

Almost immediately he responded which just made your heart break a little more. 

:( You sure? I can come by yours instead and just sleepover?

You sighed at his words. You knew he just wanted to have sex now, his secret was out. It couldn't stop you from wondering that if you just held out for a couple weeks would he leave you? You pursed your lips at your own thoughts and shook your head. 

I’m about to fall asleep rn haha, I’ll drop the shirt off tmw before work, night H.

You put your phone to the side and decided not to check it when you heard the buzz, and instead drifted off, thinking about how the relationship you built with Harry was based purely off of sex, and not a mutual like for each other. When you woke up the next morning to your alarm around 8:30 you hit snooze on your phone and your eyes came across his text to you. 

Ok angel, I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams <3

As you decided not to respond and get ready, you couldn’t help but think about how annoying it was. Why was he acting so sweet when he knew he wouldn't be getting any today? Eventually you had to push that thought to the back of your head and you grabbed his shirt you had worn and folded it before stuffing it into your bag. You drove to Harry’s house which was coincidentally on the way to your office, and quickly walked up the stairs to his pink door. You knocked and almost immediately did the door open, revealing a shirtless and pantless Harry, only brief-clad and with a smile on his face. 

“G’morning pet.”

You smiled at the nickname and started to dig through your purse. “Morning H.”

You held out the Rolling Stones t-shirt and when Harry didn't make a move to grab it you got confused. “You should keep it, I just wanted an excuse t’see y’today.” He admitted, his cheeks flushing. It took everything in you not to yell as you pushed the shirt in his hands, and his cheeky smile diminished a bit. “I have to go, but just take it for now, yeah? I’ll see you in a few days when you’re done recording.” You said. 

“Okay love,” He said, leaning in to kiss you, which you swiftly swerved and you ended up with a kiss on the cheek instead. “I’ll see y’soon.” He said, holding the t-shirt loosely, and you could practically read his thoughts based on his face. 

“I’ll see you.” You smiled, turning around and hurrying back to your car. He watched you drive away without a single glance back to him, and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened in the mere hours of yesterday and today. Usually you wouldn't leave without a kiss, especially when it would be a few days, but you had left today with nothing, and dipped out on him last night. 

He shook off his thoughts and went to continue getting ready, ignoring the way the shirt smelled just like you, now. You went to your office, and he went to the studio, texting you every break he possibly had, of things that reminded him of you, or just saying he missed you already. It wasn't out of the normal, he had been doing this for months and only now did it ignite a flame in your chest. How dare he want you for just a fuck, but continue to lead you on like this? It was torture, you were sure. You hadn't responded to any of them, unlike what you would usually do, and it was making him miss notes and be particularly antsy. 

When your shift ended, and you responded with an overall “Haha, so sweet.” He had had enough. He hit all the notes and was done in just a mere 30 minutes, and the next destination was your house. 

You had changed into your pajama pants and a t-shirt when a knock was heard at your door. You were confused, but opened it regardless to see Harry standing outside your door. 

“Harry?” You asked, letting him in and shutting the door behind the two of you. “Is everything okay?” 

He shook his head and answered with a simple “No,” before sitting down on your couch to which you did the same. “Is everything okay?” He asked you instead, green eyes meeting your shocked ones. 

“Everything’s fine.” You shrugged, still confused on why he was here. “No, is everything okay with us, I mean. You’ve been ignoring me all day, and this sounds terribly desperate, but I didn't see y’last night, and y’left this morning without a kiss.” He elaborated. You truly weren’t ready to have the conversation today, and would find any way out of it. “I was working H, it wasn't on purpose.”

“It never stopped y’from replying before, but what about everything else?” He pushed. 

“I was tired, I told you.”

“But I just don't understand-”

“I actually did come over last night. When you asked me to,” You interrupted him. His eyes widened in shock. “I didn’t hear you, didn’t see you either.” Was all he said. “Probably because you were too busy talking about how you got with me for just a good fuck and how you used my feelings towards you for your advantage.” You snapped, scooting further away from him on the couch. You could tell he wasn't expecting that and when he was silent you took this change to say more. “And, I knew I shouldn't have stayed and listened, but when I heard my name and someone ask how we were? God, I was expecting a different fucking answer, but I wish I didn't stay back to listen.”

“Love, I am so sorry. Y’don’t understand, it was like that at first, the first couple weeks at most, but then I got feelings for you, and I wanted more with you.” He said, his hands fumbling together. 

“Certainly didn't sound like it.” You retorted.

“I promise, I promise it’s not like that.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “I was-god Harry, I was actually falling for you. I was going to tell you I loved you soon, because I already knew I did a few weeks ago.” You admitted softly, the tears streaming down your face. His lips trembled as he heard your words, he couldn’t believe that he was about to loose you. he wouldn’t let it happen. “I fell for y’too. I want to be with you, I don't want anyone or anything else, please, I just want you. I love you.” He begged, moving closer to you and grabbing your hands. 

“Please don’t lie.” You shook your head. “I stopped lying the moment I asked you to be my girlfriend, love. I love you, so much. I was scared, and I wasn't ready to admit it to my friends, much less myself. I wasn't ready for a relationship originally, but then I found myself in one with you, and I wouldn't want anything else.” 

His words just made you cry more, and he engulfed you in a hug, his eyes watering. If it was the last thing he did with you, it would be this. “Just,” you sniffled. “Just, I’m not, I can’t have sex with you again. Not soon at least, I love you, but I need to know you aren't using me, I'm sorry.”

He hugged you tighter and shook his head. “I don’t care, I just want you, that’s it.”

And in that moment you knew that maybe things would work out. Maybe.

[lorienwhats]

You were writing a Lorien Legacies fic with an OC in it, right? How's it coming along? I'm really excited to see how things play out

i couldkiss you. um. but. i'm soooooo not consistent. my process is like....okay i insert the character directly into canon. then i go hey what about original writing scenes! what changes from canon! thats where i am😇but my memory of the books has decayed so much i literally need to reread them so badly. fun fact is that i almost made eight live because im insane but i didnt know what to do with him so hes staying dead. sorry eight fans. but OKAY ok what im excited abt is trying to take it more from an adult perspective. like YA books are all ooh teenagers/kids fighting stuff yay. i love it. but i also love being a hater. why do kids have to fight? i want to tackle this in universe. my sense of lore is weak tho like i really need to reread the series😭like rn the whole series to me is from meeting nine -> eights death. but i always thought when we first meet five he should've said something along the lines of like why did the whole PLANET only send 9(ish) CHILDREN to RECREATE lorien. he brings up not understanding the process of picking them, but not the fact they were kids? not a criticism of the books, like, its YA. thats how it goes. but it would've been more effective and realistic imo. i also want them to be traumatized 😭 it sounds so evil but nine is one of my favorite chars partially bc its so obvious how much mog-capturement effected him. (plus the idea my oc has a similar experience but it effects her differently). but it never goes deep into it? or some of his thought processes im interested in. like why the switch from "i hate bullies" to "haha five is fat"? honestly just five and nine make me crazy and i'm unable to explore dynamics without making an oc so i can personally meddle with them. like it still blows my mind five thought of nine as an ANIMAL who needed to be put down bc he thought he killed his cepan to prevent betrayal. just add like the SLIGHTEST bit of communication about that and the world would explode. i also have this scene im thinkin about where its when four sarah six go to meet five and he drops the whatever stone (sorry i cant spell) i can't remember when i read that he didn't actually drop it but ik i did. anyway the idea is that my oc stuck with him for most of the fight and realized umm he did NOT drop that shit! so cue like quiet confrontation? does she not trust him? how does he change from his first attempt at lying failing? etc. i'm slow at writing and have never finished anything so i don't know how its coming along but i love to talk about it thank you for asking .

[olderthanthemorning]

south london forever (sirius black) part 1

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: "and everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name." in which reader remembers adolescence and a certain someone's youthful grin.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of drinking

a/n: look so i fell off the face of the earth for the past few months but i'm in school and also mentally unwell so that's my excuse. this didn't turn our the way i wanted it to but i feel like that's ok?? not quite as painful as it could've be. (also ik i need to do gold rush pt2 but ive been trying to write it and never like what i write so :/) anyway, feedback is always welcome! also request stuff! characters or songs!! (p.s. i'm obsessed with SOUR by olivia rodrigo rn so pls request songs !!)

the night bus jolted and shook you awake. it was a long journey from hogwarts, but you were finally near your own neighborhood. as you looked around, everything seemed just slightly different. you were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you would never be in any of these places as a student, or a child, again. the old church that had at least 4 weddings every spring seemed a little faded, the park and playground where you and your mates would drink at night looked much smaller in the light of early summer.

within the playground was a swing set, which hadn't meant much to you until a year ago. after a night of singing way too loud with a group of your friends, the manager of the local pub, david, kicked the lot of you out. after a few playful swears and hand gestures to the man, you promised to be back the next night and headed across the street to sit and sober up before trying to climb back into your bedroom window. the group you were with seemed larger than usual so you linked arms with mary, a fellow witch that lived up the street from you.

"picked up a few stragglers, have we?" you asked. mary was a social butterfly, and when you didn't know someone, you could count on her to know them.

"yes! and even better, they're from school," she was careful not to name hogwarts. one of the only downsides of hanging out with muggles was having to police your conversations. "that one there is james," she said pointing at a boy in a slacks and a button down that looked like it was only tucked in a fraction of what it had been at the beginning of the night. his hair is neatly cut and he wears glasses, although they make him look young, like you can see him growing out of them in while you look at him.

"he looks like he's far from home," you laughed, the boy seemed far to sheltered to have been just thrown out of a gay bar.

"tell me about it," mary snorted, "but no he's here with the other one," she nods at another boy who looks more like the others. he has on jeans and a t-shirt that is just short enough to threaten showing his middle at any moment. his hair is dark and curly but a lot messier than james', like he had been listening to a lot of rolling stones. "he's called sirius. apparently he's staying with james this summer because his parents kicked him out. they're pure bloods, real pricks."

"you'd have to be a knob to call your kid sirius," you snickered, letting go of your friends hand and flopping onto the grass. you looked up and saw the upside-down face of sirius, "just wait until you hear my brother's name."

you feel yourself go pale and cover your face with a hand, "shit. i'm sorry," although embarrassed, you couldn't help but giggle.

he chuckled, "no, it's alright. but i your going to make fun of my name, i should at least know yours." he sat beside you, prompting you to sit up, and frantically brush the grass from your hair. "i'm y/n," you say, sticking out your hand, "and that's mary."

"hi mary," sirius give your friend a knowing smile, which confuses you. "you're both going into seventh year?"

you nodded and he continued talking for a bit. sirius seemed to be engaged in the conversation with you and mary but would look around every so often, like he was expecting something. over the course of a few minutes, he managed to refer to three family members as "dickheads," admit to a prank that had involved a charm on a library door that resulted a tidal wave dowsing whoever tried to open it, and start an argument about how the chudley cannons were so much better than the holyhead harpies. the last of which you disagreed with, hence the argument.

"come on sirius, you're not fighting about quidditch again, are you?" james sat down on mary's other side.

"i like to think of it as educating our new friends. they support the harpies, james. they need all the help they can get."

"no no, harpies are decent. they've got you there." james replied, smiling softly at mary.

"listen, y/n, do you want go on a walk?" sirius suddenly turns to you.

"um..." you're caught off guard by his forwardness, you only just met the guy.

"yeah, come on. just a short walk." he pulled you up to your feet and dragged you away.

you follow him into the middle of the street, illuminated by a dim yellow glow from a light post. "how come i've never met you at school?" he turns around to look at you, walking backwards.

"dunno, not looking hard enough i guess?" you tried to test the waters of flirting, since he tried so hard to get you alone.

"i guess not," he smiled and stuck his hands in his pockets. a silence fell over the two of you as you continued to walk, just around the block.

as you rounded the corner to the opposite side of the park from your friends you decide to speak again, "so do you just really like walks or something? this seems like something you could've done alone." you continue to follow him up to a swing set and sit down in the swing next to the one he had perched in.

"you can be kind of thick, you know?" sirius looked at you as if he had just explained a simple concept to you.

"i'm sorry?" you felt annoyed, like he was mocking you. "look, you're the one that asked to be alone with me and then go on acting like a preteen boy that's never kissed anyone."

"y/n, i wasn't trying to put the moves on you, honest. i know i can go on a walk alone, but it's a little awkward to make out with someone while their best friend's right there, innit?" he pointed across the park to where mary and james were coming up for air from a kiss, giggling.

"oh." a different kind of embarrassment washed over you. "how long has that been happening?"

"james hasn't shut up about her for about a week, but tonight was the first time he's had the guts to actually talk to her."

"right." you had a sudden wish to recall a hex that would allow you to melt into ice lolly goo and seep into the mulch at your feet. you took a chance and glanced at sirius, who was grinning at you. "please don't say anything, my ego is already bruised," you said, dropping your head again.

"i mean, i'm flattered, really," he clutched his heart, dramatically, "but if i was really trying to pull you, we would be long gone by now."

"wow, you know some people find humility endearing."

"not me. how could i be humble with a face like this?" you're unsure if your eyes have ever rolled this much before in your life.

"so your ego has also had enough attention for the evening," you laugh. there is another short silence, much less awkward than the one during your walk.

"it's a star, by the way," it's sirius who breaks it this time. "sirius is a star in canis major," you realize he's referencing to your comment about his name earlier.

"yeah, i know. brightest star in the sky, right?" night lessons in the astronomy tower hadn't prepared you for much, but it was proving helpful now.

"something like that. i agree with you though, it's a little much. my parents are kind of," he paused, "supercilious? that's not the right word. but i'm not sure there is a good word for what my parents are."

"i didn't mean to give you shit about it earlier. i actually like your name," while calling it your favorite name would be a stretch, but you felt like this was the sensitive thing to say. he couldn't change it, after all.

"thanks."

"oy!" james calls to you two. the entire group had gathered and was waving you over.

"well, i guess that's our queue," you stand up and walk back together, making small conversation on the way.

the group had gathered because it was apparently time to call it a night. everyone said their goodbyes and started walking their separate ways. you were now waiting on mary to say goodbye to james, as she was always your buddy to walk home with. once again, you're left with sirius as he waits for james.

"well, it was a pleasure to meet you y/n, i look forward to next time." he said. you rack your brain and try to remember if you had made plans to hangout again. you were drunk but not still drunk enough to have missing memories.

"next time?" you ask.

"i've already bragged about how quickly i could charm you. now i just have to prove it." you hope the light post is dim enough to hid your slight blush.

"well, then i look forward to disproving you." and with that, mary is ready and the two of you link arms once again to walk back towards your homes.