#a quick doodle for todays entry

[lovely-english-rose]

FE Pride Week Day 3 - Friendship

[kimmie2me]

Footnotes in Fascination

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Midoriya Izuku x AFAB!Reader

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It starts innocently enough in the middle of a class exercise at UA, when Midoriya, looking like he’s only half-listening to the instructor, leans over to you, his expression bright and eager.

“I… I hope this isn’t weird, but… your Quirk is really impressive!” he says, eyes wide as he holds out his 'Hero Analysis for the Future' notebook. “If you’re okay with it, could I… take a few notes? I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it before, and I’d love to understand more about how it works!”

You're taken aback for a second—he’s the famous Midoriya Izuku, the boy who saved Kota, Eri, and countless others. You’d heard about him from the rumors, how he was genuine, awkward in a sweet way, and a bit of a hero fanatic. Still, there’s something undeniably earnest in his request. You agree with a nod and a quiet “Sure,” wondering what he could possibly want to know.

Over the next few weeks, he comes by every so often, asking about details of your Quirk's mechanics, and you can’t help but find it a little cute how his eyes light up as he scribbles in his notebook. He’s all nerves and polite apologies, but his enthusiasm never seems to waver.

And then, one day, as you’re both talking, you try to glance over at his notes—he quickly closes the notebook, cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

“Ah! Um—n-not that there’s anything weird in here! Just, uh… you know! Hero studies!” he stammers, clearly flustered.

From then on, every time you try to sneak a peek, he quickly diverts the topic, almost as if his heart’s going to leap out of his chest if he lets you see what he wrote. You can’t help but wonder just what he’s hiding in those notes.

Midoriya’s Notebook – Entry on [Your Name]'s Quirk

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Day One: "Initial observations—her control is incredible. Such fine-tuned adjustments; it’s like she has total mastery over every part of her ability. Would love to ask her more about how long it took to develop that precision."

In the margin: “So cool!!”

Day Four:"Noticed how she combines her Quirk with defensive moves, especially in close combat—seems naturally skilled at adapting to her opponent's style! Her reflexes are amazing."

In the margin: “Amazing reflexes, would love to see more! She doesn’t even look like she’s trying that hard... wow!”

Day Seven: "Today she used her Quirk to protect a teammate during team training. Definitely a strategic thinker. Her reactions are intuitive, not pre-planned. She’s quick to adapt to changing situations—hero material."

In the margin: “Hero instincts! So impressive!!!”

Day Eleven: "I asked her about her training routine—she didn’t give too many details, but I’m positive she puts in extra time to build this kind of control. Will she let me ask again?"

In the margin: “Her fighting style is so unique. I’ve never seen anything like it! Hope she shares more with me.”

Random doodle on the side of the page: (A tiny, slightly lopsided drawing of you mid-action, looking pretty cool but also way too adorable. There are little stars around you.)

Day Fifteen: "Every time we work together, she surprises me with how capable she is. She makes it look effortless. Really wonder how she sees her own strengths… I mean, she’s got to know she’s… incredible, right?"

In the margin: “She’s seriously one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.”

[ddarker-dreams]

I feel like Johan is the sentimental type, like he'll slowly amass a collection of your favorite things over time to the point that pretty much half of your childhood photos are gone without a trace. He's just silly like that tbh.

anon your brain is huge omg .

there's something so invasive about the thought of a yandere who has access you to your childhood home/key memories. it's as if even your past isn't off limits. i think this is why i find the yan chrollo story 'reunion' to be one of the most unsettling i've written since it touches on that concept. okay okay onto johan though, i'm sure everyone is throwing rotten tomatoes at the mention of mr chrollo...

there's almost no one who understands that your childhood shapes you better than johan. for this reason, he agonizes over discovering every little secret about your past that he can. he wants to know how you became the person you are today. collecting some curios related to you is an added benefit. these item are special significance to you are proof of your identity, an area johan feels he's especially lacking.

by far one of his favorite belongings to pilfer from you is anything handwritten. grocery store lists, journal entries, papers from school; he wants to gather and collect as many as he can. he views it as a snapshot into your mind. whether it's hastily scribbled or recorded with great care, there's something about it that's so unapologetically you. whether it be the doodles along the margins or hasty corrections.

and yes, he is quick to memorize your handwriting to the degree he can perfectly emulate it. this does not bode well for you.

[sugarplanet]

Doodle Diary: pg2 | 9/28

It's been a hot minute...

Now that I'm more situated in my career, I do feel more relaxed at work out of my home than in it now. The adjustment has gone smoother but weirder than expected and I'm at the point where I feel like two different people depending on what day of the week it is and where I am. Monday, I got up earlier than I was supposed to and super productive in preparation for teaching the next day, this morning I had to lie in bed an extra 30 minutes because I just could-not. I manage to make time for work and art but not as much as I'd like for silly doodles so I had to treat myself today (Princess Peach looking EMACULATE in her new wardrobe.)

I know it'll definitely help if I can make entries to take a quick break as often as possible so I hope for any eyes on this you'll have just a little patience...and that you'd also like to come to my Community Discord stream event this Saturday night! Come and demand more Princess Peach art from me, please. :) We'll be watching the latest entry of DrawCast too.

[cureforlumi]

🍨 ˚₊‧ ⁺˖ sept 7 , 2024 || 2nd entry

honestly this is just a rant.. i wrote this yesterday, but i wanted to get it out anyways. why not?

I'm writing this in class because i’m worried about forgetting everything, but i'm just mad today.

The teachers say i cant do this, and i cant do that. I understand enforcing rules to make sure students arent distracted from work, but this is a bit much.

I mean like, come on. You’re telling me that tiktok is allowed but pinterest isn’t?

And this, i can live without it. Like yeah, i’ll need pinterest if im in art, but google is a thing, i can search stuff up there.

Might not be the most inspiring, but i can live with it.

But i cant even have my headphones during work periods??? What the hell !!!!!!

I dont see a problem if im not even doing it during class. Like it’s a work period, im trying to get in the zone so i can do my fucking work.

Do you at the schoolboard want me to fail or succeed?

You’re all idiots!!! Im just trying to get my stuff done, but even doing a quick doodle is off limits.

GEE. thanks schoolboard for VERY CLEARLY informing my teachers about my needs as a struggling student. You’re doing GREAT at your job.

I dont know, maybe im too upset and blinded by my crippling screen addiction. But even so, if it helps me finish my work and get my shit done, i dont see a fucking problem.

I hate the schoolboard even more this year. I understood at phones and social media, but they lost me at literally every other rule they decided to make WITHOUT telling everyone.

Thats another thing though, they only emailed the parents about phones and not ANYTHING else. You guys are STUPID. If you’re gonna email about a new rule, email about ALL the new rules.

Because i came to school expecting it to be just like last year, except without a phone. Instead i got sensory nightmare and co.

I dont even know what im saying at this point. Im just mad. Fix your shit, stop being so strict about trivial things. Taking the phones away was enough, no one was mad about that at all.

At this point i just want answers. Im gonna email the school board to give them to me, i dont care!! Im an angry teen on the internet, i do whatever the fuck i want

[ibelieveinghost]

3/16/24

not in the mood for it but kinda need to add an entry today cause guess what. today marks the 1st year anniversary of me -> tokyo

I had plans for today, which I didn't(have the energy nor the willpower to) follow. so I just had a normal day. the good kind of normal, not the lame kind. oh I took a evening walk too, to an unexplored neighborhood. got myself some taro tapioca on my way home, and journaled/doodled a little at the tea shop before it closed.

yesterday was kinda like THE rollercoaster experience. need to remember to write about it later. and oh, I got a part time job in fast food(McD, you guess it) because.. i need a place to go to and it's 30s away from my apartment. it's a new location, in a newly minted building, with everything brand new, so I bet it doesn't smell so bad yet. I need some good ol physical labor so I don't stay my head all day everyday. and I need to get more into contact with ppl, random folks, to be able to fully experience and embrace the cruelty of others and the pains of being human. but alas, I digress. it's just... a meager job, a little income which I don't desperately need, and maybe. maybe it'd be fun too. maybe I'll meet interesting people, and maybe I'll learn a few things here and there.

anyway, it felt kinda surreal when they hand me the uniform and the name tag with my last name inカナwritten on it. this never happened before. before coming to Japan i spent my entire life in higher-ed and do big brain research stuff. this is my new reality now. and I have to say, despite the whole situation still being a big MESS and my career prospective not looking super duper good, I'm excited about this post-graduation I-know-nothing-about-nothing and my-life-seems-pretty-fucked-up phase. it's a mix of confusion, lightheartedness, and expectations suppressed, with just the right amount of horrors added to make it low key exciting and kinda not so bad.

ok! so I did write something on this special day! now let's throw in some photos from my walk:

oh and quick update(?) I... started to have this suspicion...that... luci might had become my fav HH character now... I mean I still LOVE Alastor TO DEATH but luci... he is just... awwwwwwwww

btw I ship radioapple now i know i know... but just imagine the two of em sitting next to each other, chilling¬ even talking, vibing to light jazz/old love songs from al's radio that fills the room. it's. so. cute. it takes the most toxic couple to make it THIS CUTE. anyone???

ok going to bed now

good night🌙

[butchmoesyzlak]

Hello guys,today i will be talking about a new blog change. I will be writing more in this blog kinda like a diary! I noticed i have been reblogging more and writing less so here we have it folks! Alex will not treat this blog like a reblog dump haha! Now let’s post a diary entry real quick..

04/03/2024,15:47

I woke up at around 09:20 A.M and my mum was next to me,she said that she had to go to work and she has left me home with my dad for 3 hours! It was insanely fun,i talked to my awesome best friends and my amazing boyfriend and called some parents,made milk for my dad,watched tv and guess what..THE SIMPSONS WERE PLAYING!! it’s my favourite show! I got really excited hehe..I’d say this day is quite productive,i did some oc doodles and i will go do some other productive activities later! Cya,hope you liked this entry buddies!

-Alex/otto🎸

[girltomboy]

I feel better today. Bf called me in the morning and stayed with me until I started working seriously. I ate the leftovers from last night's tuna salad with some pretzels and it was much better cold straight from the fridge. I made myself a decaf, called that difficult customer (actually his situation was difficult not him, but it's all solved now anyway), had a quick talk with my manager who expressed her regrets that I have to spend xmas on my own. And tbh I needed that. Just needed someone else to see me and feel for me. But I was already cheered up and I don't really think about that anymore. I placed an online order for a metal grinder, a film for my camera, and a cat notebook 🧍‍♀️ I might have a notebook problem. But okay my 2024 resolution is to fill up at least 1 of the unused notebooks I have. With just anything: doodles, short rhymes, various thoughts, stickers, stuff I'd normally write in my notes app. My manager gave me an idea (not on purpose): she said she's currently using a page from her new notebook to write down the names of all the people who disappoint her. And why. And she also shared some of the entries and they're about a coworker who made a misogynistic joke. And I'm like... might as well copy that idea. I'm always afraid that people might open my notebooks and read them, even though that never actually happens. Just some bad leftover childhood trauma, but idk how to move past it. I guess just asking myself: what's the worst thing that could happen? should be of help. Like okay so what if they read it? But my family used to use anything they read in my notebooks or diaries against me. One time my grandma yelled at me and asked me to explain myself because I wrote the lyrics to a love song I liked in a notebook of mine. And she didn't know they were song lyrics. To this day I can't listen to that song without cringing. If I'm safe from that particular risk now, is my fear less rational?

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Math?!

Masterlist

Summary: August is called a brat tamer extraordinaire for a reason.

Warnings: d/s dynamic, brat /brat tamer, ddlg

A/n: just popped into my head and i needed a break from my longer chapters! Enjoy!

August huffed at you in irritation. The sound was more frighteneing in that moment then the sound of the door to his office slamming shut almost thirty mineuts ago. It was calculated and calm considering the circumstances. You sat still, facing the corner youd been placed in Not daring to move a muscle.

"Over here now" he grunted out you could hear the calm irritation in his voice, you could help the shiver running down your spine. Would today be the day? The day youd been waiting for? The day he'd take you into his private windowless room that held the apparatus of all your kinky masochistic hopes and dreams?

The place he'd denied you entry to untill you deserved it? The one room in the penthouse youd been eager to land yourself in these past few months. Youd seen his 'lair' once since moving in with him mainly becuase it was a new installation to your daddies home.

Would he finally use those paddles with the holes in? The new leather one with his name in rounded studs? Oh god? Is the flogger coming out again!? You shuddered in excitment turning slowly trying to hide your satisfied grin. You got up and frowned at the empty hands of your daddy. Instead eyeing the pen and sheet of paper he'd slapped on his leather desk.

"Sit" he uttered pulling out his big chair and flicking the cord on the smart desk lamp illuminating the desk, pulling the room out of its dimmer switch mood.

"But?" You made to protest but he snapped his fingers pointing to the chair repeating the command. You bit yur lip and obeyed anticipating some sort of restraints to appear once you sat down but to your bitter dissapointment nothing happened. August simply rolled you forward tucking your legs under the desk. And then ducked down.

You held your breath, heart thumping in your chest thinking now was the moment he'd begin your punishment and pry your legs apart and do something entirely dastardly. You yelped when the seat rose in quick pumps as he pressed the lever on the hnderneath.

"Heres your pen, I want neat hand writing no scribbles, doodles or graffiti and I'd like you to show all your working out." He said handing you a fancy looking fountain pen. You blinked taking the pen dumbly before glancing at sheet before you only to have your tummy flip and deflate in your seat.

"Here is extra paper if you run out of room, number all sums and pop your name and date at the top. I will be back in an hour. I expect these to be done. Or else" August hummed smirking as he tapped the second blank sheet of paper before you. He couldn't help chuckling at your horror and disappointment. But you quickly turning it around and pivoted in the chair fluttering your lashes at him nibbling the tip of the pen.

"Or else what daddy?~"

"Or else your going back to school to resit your mathmatics" he uttered standing tall crossing his arms with a shit eating grin on his face.

"WHAT!? DADDY NOOO! THATS UNFAIR!" You shouted slamming the pen on the desk whilst trying to kick yourself zaway from the desk, but he caught you quickly and shoved you back under the desk.

"It is fair, you obviously need to have a mathmatics reminder. I told you, you can have two hundred dollars. And you spent almost double. So now you can sit here and do these sums to jog your memory." He explained still grinning at how this punishment was playing out. He wish he'd done this beforehand. He thought the coffe ban was a hoot after you missed your water drinking target.

"I though I was being spanked? Or whipped or something" you pouted leaning on the desk pitifully holding your head inmyour hands whining at him.

"Well you thought wrong now remember, clear working out and neat writing. One hour" he said leaning forward kissing the back of your head before crossing the room only to stop and pivot on his heel.

"Oh and I will be taking your phone." He uttered returning to your side and held out his hand. He preened as you mewled whining at him for being mean as you fished out your phone that had been hiddennin your bra and placed it in his hand.

"Be good and work hard pumpkin" he grinned before turningand exiting the office without a second glance, leavingnthe door open so he could check you as he walked past the door.

[keewriting]

Cove x MC - One Shot #1

[Read on google docs to insert your MC's name]

The crescendo of rain hitting your window woke you from a peaceful slumber. It didn’t often rain this hard in Sunset Bird, especially not during the summer. You felt a pang of disappointment that your typical summer pastimes were not viable on a day like this.

You rolled groggily out of bed and sighed, wondering what Cove thought of the unfortunate weather situation. Knowing him, he’d be even more bummed than you — then it hit you! The list!

You scrambled over to your messy desk and opened the biggest drawer, which you affectionately called the “junk drawer.” This was the home to everything of value that didn’t have a specific place in your room. The actual value of the items in the junk drawer was pretty questionable. From old gaming devices and batteries, to loose papers that could maybe be useful someday.

With everything shoved out of the way, you uncovered the beacon of hope for this gloomy day. A small spiral notebook with a shiny turquoise cover, speckled in tiny yellow stars. You and Cove started using this notebook on rainy days for games of hangman and tic-tac-toe. There were years of games in this notebook, nearly every page filled with games and doodles.

You sighed wistfully as you turned the pages and reminisced about each game. Your first ever hangman game with Cove occurred on a particularly hot day. Yet, playing paper-based games became a rainy day tradition for you two. You went out and bought a special notebook just to keep them all in one place.

During your first hangman game with Cove, he settled on the phrase "you are cute." You couldn’t decide if that was the most Cove-like thing he’d done or if it was boldly uncharacteristic. You blushed at the memory and smiled gently.

Remembering your mission, you snapped out of the Cove-induced trance. You began flipping pages faster until you landed on one containing a list. On the last rainy day you and Cove suffered through, he had the idea to make a list of things you two could do to pass the time. It seemed he could only handle so many games of hangman and tic-tac-toe.

You each took turns writing something you would want to do on a rainy day. There were even corresponding doodles scattered on the page to illustrate each activity. The stark difference between your handwriting compared to Cove’s stood out to you today. His was relatively neat compared to your chicken scratch.

Rather than continuing to dwell on your poor penmanship, you looked closer at the items on the list. There were a total of 14 entries. You skimmed past each one with a focused scowl on your face until you landed on number 12: ear piercing. This was one of your suggestions, and one that didn’t come easily. You went back and forth in your head before writing this one. Considering how you would ask your moms for permission, what other people would think, and how Cove would feel about it. At the time of writing it down Cove seemed on board, for you at least. He was apprehensive about getting one himself, preferring to avoid the conversation with his dad.

A sly smile formed across your face. You decided that at 13 you were old enough to take control of your own body, regardless of what your moms would think. You emphatically shut the notebook and hopped up from the desk chair that you had slumped into earlier.

With a newfound energy you began quickly getting ready. You pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and rummaged through your closet, looking for your yellow raincoat and rainboots. As cliche as they were, you quite enjoyed the look. You could really use the brightness on such a cloudy day. You remembered to shove the small notebook in your back pocket.

You bounded down the stairs and out the door, calling out your goodbyes to whoever was still in the house. You paused under the awning to pull your hood over your head before walking carefully across to Cove’s house. The rain was still coming down hard and the street was slick with rain. With how clumsy you were you couldn’t afford to rush over and slip on a puddle.

Once you reached the Holden’s door you removed your hood and knocked confidently. Mr. Holden appeared momentarily to open the door, his face lit up when he saw you standing there.

Mr. Holden: Y/N! Hey, buddy. How are ya? Come on in!

You stepped inside with a smile and began wiping your feet vigorously on the door mat.

Y/N: Good morning, Mr. Holden. Is Cove around?

Mr. Holden: Sure is, he's surely tucked up in his room still. Why don’t you leave your boots and coat here and you can go wake him up.

You grinned at the thought as you pulled your coat off to give it to Mr. Holden. You slipped off your boots and thanked him as you tip-toed over to Cove’s bedroom door. You considered your options, truly unsure of what he could be up to behind closed doors. After some quick deliberation, you opted for loudly barging in while singing his name.

Without another moment of hesitation, you turned the knob and in a sing-songy voice, called out to him

Y/N: CoooOOoooove, rise and shine!

Cove’s sleepy figure stirred gently at the sound of your voice. He blinked open his eyes slowly and rubbed his hands through his seafoam green locks as you stood over him beaming. Finally, he uttered his first words of the day.

Cove: Y/N? What are you doing here so early?

You chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, close enough to make Cove blush and start to sit up.

Y/N: Do you hear that? Outside?

Cove paused for a second before looking past you out his window. His expression dropped and he groaned.

Cove: Rain…

You scooted closer and crouched so your faces were level. You smiled deviously and noted how his eyes widened and his cheeks reddened.

Y/N: Cove, today we will fulfil our destiny.

Before he could utter a word, you shifted to retrieve the crumpled notebook from your back pocket. Cove slid up more, clearly intrigued. You turned to the right page and faced it towards Cove while pointing decidedly to number 10.

Cove: Ear piercing… oh yeah! You want to do that one today?

You nodded enthusiastically, hoping Cove would still be on board for this idea. You knew it was a one-sided activity, but you could use his support since it would be your first piercing.

Cove: The mall has a piercing booth, right? Or did you have somewhere else in mind?

Y/N: The mall is exactly what I had in mind!

Cove: Cool. So, how are we getting there?

For the first time since early morning, you felt defeated. Your shoulders slumped and you looked down at your hands. At 13, you might be old enough to get a needle through your ear, but you still couldn’t operate a vehicle. The mall was also too far to walk to, you remembered the time Kyra drove you all to the mall for a visit. Noticing how down you became, Cove spoke.

Cove: I could… ask my dad to drive us there. He isn’t working today. I’m sure he’d say yes.

You instantly perked up and turned to Cove with an open-mouthed smile.

Y/N: Really? Really. Really? Would you?

Cove chuckled and nodded. You wrapped around him with a tight hug the instant his head jerked upward. Your face planted on his chest. You exhaled loudly as you listened to his rushed heartbeat. After you pulled away, Cove got up and smiled nervously, flustered and ready to get the day going. You sat patiently on the bed while Cove got ready and asked his dad about driving you both to the mall.

Once he returned to his bedroom, he wordlessly flashed you a smile and thumbs-up combo. You followed him out to the front door where his dad was waiting with your coat. You accepted the coat and slipped on your boots. Cove had no rain protection, but you decided to stay quiet, knowing he preferred minimal layers.

You all headed out the door into Mr. Holden’s car. Cove sat in the backseat with you even though he typically preferred to ride shotgun. You felt special that he would rather keep you company. A startling question from Mr. Holden interrupted your pleasant thoughts.

Mr. Holden: I hear you plan on getting an ear piercing today, Y/N. Is that right?

Your mouth fell agape and you looked over to Cove, who upon noticing your expression became concerned. You realized you didn’t tell Cove about your plans to keep the ear piercing a secret from your moms. Now that Mr. Holden knew, it was almost certain he would casually bring it up to your moms. Not willing to reveal your sneaky plans, you spoke confidently.

Y/N: Yep! I’ve been wanting one for a while.

Mr. Holden: Hey, that’s great. I bet it’ll look really cool.

You looked over at Cove and smiled at him, hoping to relieve any confusion or concern. He returned the smile, but still appeared deep in thought. The rest of the car ride was uneventful. Mr. Holden dropped the two of you off and notified you of his return in 3 hours.

As soon as you were alone, standing at the entrance of the mall, Cove turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest. You looked up at him sheepishly and noticed his shrewd expression.

Cove: What was that about? That face? Should I not have told dad about the piercing?

Cove’s perceptiveness toward all your quirks was a blessing and a curse. The smallest look on your face could be a dead giveaway to him. You knew he would feel guilty for ruining your plan, but there was no point in trying to hide it from him.

Y/N: I didn’t get permission from my moms to get a piercing.

His eyes widened as his arms dropped to his sides.

Cove: Oh my God, I didn’t realize. I’m really sorry. Are you going to be in a lot of trouble? I don’t want you grounded all summer. We won’t be able to hang out as much. Maybe we should get smoothies and tell everyone it was a joke—

You cut off his rambling, not wanting him to tire himself out so early. Although you appreciated his concern, especially regarding your ability to spend time together.

Y/N: It’s okay, Cove. Really. I totally forgot to mention it when I told you this morning because I was so excited. They would have to find out somehow, right?

Cove: I guess. Can I make it up to you, though? I’ll buy you a smoothie anyway.

Y/N: Well, I could never say no to a smoothie from Cove Holden.

You smiled at each other and continued into the mall. You walked with purpose toward the piercing booth. Your stomach was turning with eagerness and nerves. Cove’s long strides matched perfectly with your short but quick paces. He looked at you with a comforting smile as you closed in on the booth.

The piercer at the booth was an older teen with an assortment of piercings on their own face and ears. They chewed gum loudly as they took down your information and set you up on the cold, hard piercing chair. While they put on gloves and prepared the tools, Cove inched closer to stand next to you.

Cove: How are you feeling?

Y/N: Nervous, excited... very rebellious.

Cove hummed in acknowledgment. You felt his hand brush the hair behind your ear. He gently pinched the now exposed top of your ear. You felt goosebumps travel across your skin at the touch.

Cove: This is where you want it, right? What was it called again… a helix?

You felt your face get hot, pleased that he remembered, and surprised that he was so casually touching you. You managed a quiet “mhm” before the piercer sauntered over to you.

Piercer: Alright, kid. Where do you want it?

Cove shifted out of the way as you pointed to where he had touched. You explained to the piercer that you wanted a simple helix on your right ear. As the piercer was marking your ear, you looked at Cove with pleading eyes.

Y/N: Cove, can I hold your hand?

A distinct blush spread across his cheeks but he didn’t hesitate to position himself next to you on your left side. He offered you his hand and tried to smile reassuringly. You took it gratefully and practiced different levels of squeeze pressure. You didn’t want to accidentally hurt Cove. His hand was hot and familiarly comforting.

Piercer: Ready?

You looked straight ahead and tensed up. You felt your heart pounding in your throat, annoyed that you were so nervous about something you definitely wanted to do. You felt Cove’s eyes on you, a reassurance that he would always be there for you.

Y/N: Go for it.

The piercer lined up the needle and stuck it through your ear in one quick motion. The pain was sharp and quick. You winced and instinctively tightened your grip on Cove’s hand. He squeezed back gently and you could hear a slight sympathetic groan escape his throat. A throbbing soreness replaced the initial sharp pain. You sighed as the piercer removed the needle and inserted a simple silver hoop.

Cove: Y/N? Are you okay? How did it feel?

You looked up at Cove and met his concerned gaze. Without letting go of his hand, you offered a small smile.

Y/N: It definitely hurts. But having this helped wonders.

You lifted his hand and gestured to it with your eyes. His smile reflected a mixed sense of pride, embarrassment, and relief.

Cove: I’m glad… Here, let me get a better look at it.

With your hands still intertwined, he helped you hop off the piercing chair. You faced him and turned your head to the side so he could see the piercing.

Y/N: How does it look?

Cove smiled widely with eyes bright.

Cove: I like it. You look amazing, Y/N.

Although Cove instantly seemed to regret his phrasing, you felt thrilled. Knowing that Cove was into it made facing your moms later seem a little less daunting. You hoped he could be there to help back up your decision.

Y/N: Thank you, Cove. And thanks for being my stress ball.

Cove: Anytime. How about that smoothie I promised?

You bounced excitedly with a loud “Woo!” You finished the transaction with the piercer and listened to their spiel about piercing care. Soon you were off to the smoothie stand with Cove.

Y/N: Do you know what combo you’re going to get? Same as last time?

Cove hummed thoughtfully. You wondered if he was also remembering the time you stole a sip from his smoothie. He never ended up finishing it after that. You felt a pang of guilt and decided you would let him keep the smoothie to himself.

Cove: I think I’d like to mix it up. There were so many great options to choose from.

Y/N: Right?! I would love it if I could just add all of the fruit and berries. Make a super smoothie concoction.

Cove scrunched his face in exaggerated disgust. You chuckled at his reaction and gently nudged his arm. He nudged right back with a warm smile planted on his face.

You each placed your order with the smoothie attendant. Cove paid for both. You felt appreciative of the gesture, knowing he wanted to make you feel better about your foiled plan. His consideration for your feelings made you feel warm inside, even though you didn’t blame him at all for the mishap.

Cove picked up both smoothies and handed you your order with a smile. As you continued your walk through the mall, you took a long, deep sip and then exhaled loudly.

Y/N: That really hit the spot! Thanks, Cove.

Cove simply nodded as he continued to sip at his smoothie. For a second you thought his lips wouldn't move from the straw for the rest of the trip, not willing to risk losing a drop to your sneaky mouth. But then, he broke free and smiled with a wince.

Cove: Brain freeze.

You burst out laughing, relieved that he would actually be available to talk to you.

Y/N: I know a trick for getting rid of a brain freeze! Here, look at me.

Cove faced you quizzically. You opened wide, turned your face upward, and pressed your tongue up to the roof of your mouth. His gaze dropped to your mouth while his own mouth fell open. An obvious blush spread across his face and he nodded. You wondered if seeing the underside of your tongue was a little too scandalous for Cove. You closed your mouth into a cheeky smile.

Y/N: Try it. I promise it works.

Cove turned away from you and tried your trick with his mouth firmly shut. He sighed in relief and immediately took another sip of his smoothie. That earned another laugh from you. He smiled at you sweetly with a mouthful of smoothie.

The walk continued pleasantly for a few minutes. You laughed, and teased, and joked with each other comfortably. You both reminisced about the last mall trip you had with Lee and Derek, even though it was only a few weeks ago. Suddenly, Cove’s pace slowed and he came to a halt. When you turned back to look at him, his expression lost in thought. He absentmindedly picked at the side of the cup with his nails. You noticed tiny indentations marked across the styrofoam cup.

Y/N: Cove? Is everything alright?

Cove breathed out and walked towards you gently. He extended his smoothie towards your face. His face red and his eyes glued to the smoothie, refusing to meet your gaze.

Cove: Would you like to try mine? I think it’s delicious. I think you would like it.

Stunned, and a bit apprehensive, you thought deeply. You didn’t want Cove to miss out on the rest of his smoothie again. But this time he was offering. You wondered what changed, and hoped this wasn’t more piercing-related guilt.

Y/N: If you’re sure, I would love to. But promise me you’ll finish the rest.

Cove’s eyes snapped to yours and it was his turn to feel stunned. You never revealed to him that you knew he never finished the smoothie last time. He looked embarrassed, but you had to be sure he wouldn't throw it out again.

Cove: I— yeah. I’ll finish it.

That was good enough for you. You wrapped your lips around his straw and took a big sip. The flavor was different to yours, but still satisfying. You kept your eyes on Cove while you pulled away from his smoothie. He slowly raised the smoothie to his own mouth and took a quick sip, all while looking desperately to the side.

Y/N: Success!

Cove let out a nervous laugh, glad to have made that much progress. He was still blushing while you continued your trek. You wondered if his face would ever return to its normal color as long as that smoothie was in his hand.

You finally made it back to the entrance with Cove. His dad would be returning to pick you up in a few minutes, as promised. You both threw your empty smoothie cups into the nearby trash can. You looked out the glass doors and noticed the rain finally stopped falling. There might be a chance to enjoy the outdoors with Cove before it was time to face your moms.

You decided to wait outside. He stood next to you and sighed.

Cove: I’m sorry again.

Y/N: It’s okay, I couldn’t have asked for a better rainy day partner. Thanks for doing this with me.

You inched closer and smiled up at him. He grinned back, convinced that everything would be okay. You waited in a comfortable silence, satisfied with your own rebellious actions.

[hoeticulture]

For Ashika, is she a diary person? If so, are her diary entries regular? Methodical? Or random, where there are seven pages full of a rant about something, thirty blank pages, one quick note about an important appointment, a doodle and a half, three more blank pages before there is a love later she writes to her crush (if she has any)?

Also really sorry if her name has two A's like Aahana, my autocorrect is nasty.

ashika is a diary person. she definitely is. it's very chaotic and she isn't quite regular with it. It's basically a journal, a note-keeping device, a doodle book, newspaper cuttings. There are quotes from books, calculations all over the book. Every month for the first few days she attempts at methodical writing down of the events in her life.

well, cant blame her, she finds it repetitive and feels like there's no use writing the same day over and over again.

she ironically started journalling her thoughts to mock her best friend in school for her 'dear diary' moment, but really uses this as a constructive way to channelize feelings and hold together things that she feels has some value.

you are very correct. she often does have seven pages of rants, because she might apparently be irritated over one small thing but as she writes, suppressed stuff from over weeks and months come out very messily but she's glad to see filled pages with angry scribbling

oh oh yeah there definitely are empty pages. on days she fazed through and didnt have anything 'notable' or on days that really angered her. she would write the date and be like "yeah that happened today. congratulations shikha. everything is ruined." sarcastically to herself almost beginning a commentary on the things that occured and hurt her. but then would give no context and write nothing. because sometimes on good days , she felt writing them would make them permanent. on worse days, she was too angry to calm herself down and patiently write what was going on in her mind.

she definitely would leave pages empty sometimes. the prolonged duality of "i dont remember anything about this" and "oh shit i should've written it, that would have made a spicy segment" and "i feel too intensely about this and if i sit to think/ write about it now, i would only awaken a dormant angry and immature beast that would hurt only me" and the "dont talk to me about this, i wont stop"

oh and she has torn pages from other places. other notebooks. other journals. last pages of notebooks that are piled between the pages.

almost every entry that she makes would have a random scribble if not a doodle on it.

in her later years, she didnt use the traditional journal and diary, but on the inside of her diary, she stitched in this pocket for stashing random tiny stuff. there's a button from her school uniforms, a string that had once tied her birthday card, and some random inexplicable stuff. but she also always keeps the six 'love' letters that she wrote when she was 18/19. they wont ever get delivered to the addressed person, she likes to keep it to remind herself of the raw and pure feelings of love and admiration.

It's a very experience personal but everyone knew what it was like.

[bloodyblade]

Tremble For My Beloved [2]

Pairing: Thorin x Fem!Reader Summary: AU in which the daughter of a nobleman was running for her life after an orc attack, and after being welcomed under Gandalf’s wings, joins the quest to reconquer Erebor. Sort of. Warnings: Mentions of violence. Word Count: 3.006 words.

[Chapter 1] [Ao3]

Chapter Two.

Dark wood and stains covered the place, certainly making an… impression. You didn’t open your mouth to say a word about the place, you were in no position to demand anything and she didn’t quite trust the man yet. Or not man, whatever. He said he was a wizard, so that explains the clothing and interesting choice of accessories. 

You did go back to your family’s state, but they got in through the servers door, wishing to avoid the scenery. Your heart broke to pisces knowing you would have to leave them there, not being able to give them a proper goodbye, ceremony and burial. They didn’t deserve to be found like this, and only Mahal knows how long it would take for someone to eventually notice something was amiss and search for answers. But you did what you had to do, walking too slowly to Gandalf’s liking, telling you to fasten your pace in case anyone came back looking for you, which you knew was very likely. But inside, you felt like saying goodbye at least to the walls and foundations you were raised in, it wasn’t likely that you were to ever see this place again. 

A few paintings were hanging around your room, all done by your own hand, some doodles from your childhood who looked rather scary under the candlelights when it was dark, and several flowers painted separately as you tried to learn how to paint throughout the years. You never did get much better at it, but it didn’t matter much, it was something you enjoyed and proud yourself on. It looked much better than your needle work, anyways. Opening the wardrobe doors, you saw one of your first tries of embroidering a skirt, which earned a scolding from your father -that’s how ugly it was, yes. 

The memories weren’t stuck to a place, but it pained you deeply having to leave all of it behind. Grabbing a fabric travelling bag, which Gandalf advised would be much well fitted for your travel, you separated essentials. Mostly. Some fitting and soft trousers and whatever was better for traveling on foot and on horseback. You did get some dresses, but they were not a priority anymore. Some bags of coins, soaps, basic necessity items and a diary. For the calendar, of course. You needed to keep track of time, not to reminisce at the pictures and drawings that remained there since childhood. And before the wizard could bolt in there and drag you from your room and on your feet for a few hours, you changed clothes. Boots, trousers and a lighter tunic, shoving another one fit for winter on the bag after remembering you didn’t know how long you would be travelling for. You didn’t have time to shower, but you did clean yourself the best you could. 

With one last look, you blew out the candles and left with a heavy heart, hearing Gandalf mumbling to himself, probably complaining about how long you took. He didn’t say anything when you joined him again, just gave you a quick glance and started walking in long strides, making it difficult to keep up with him and his spidery legs. Thankfully he had a horse, a beautiful white one. You may have asked what its name was, only to receive no answer at all besides him telling you to climb behind him. Asshat.

And you obviously couldn’t tell how much time had passed, you only knew: you were moving to Mahal knows where and you should have got something to eat before leaving. The stars were moving at a good pace, but you were uncomfortable. Uncomfortable on top of that horse, uncomfortable behind that man and following him. Hopefully he wasn’t going to hurt you, at least not more than you already were anyway. He didn’t make any conversation and you didn’t feel like starting one, tiredness finally crawling it’s way onto your bones and making your eyes heavy. And even when your emotions were all over the place and feeling like you still had to keep your eyes open, you didn’t think Gandalf was bad. He helped you after all, it was just… things were complicated right now, your bottled emotions wanted to spill, in the form of tears, yells, spit, heavy and painful breaths. But knowing he was taking you far away from danger was enough. 

With a sigh, you tightened your arms around the wizard and dropped your head softly on his back and allowed your tired eyes to close. Just to rest a little, trying to keep the gruesome images of the day away and burrowed your face deeper against his worn but comforting clothes. The beads on your braids clinked against each other, the only other sound besides the horse’s hooves hitting the ground and nocturnal animals. As if you were one with the night, your vision got darker and your thoughts silent. But before you could sleep you heard the wizard’s comforting words:

“Don’t worry dear, the inevitable doom of today is going to be over soon.” He spoke over your shoulder while patting your hands and letting you fall asleep, embracing the very welcomed darkness. 

And it felt like you just slept for 20 minutes only. When you arrived it was still dark out, so you had no idea of how much time passed. It was a different town, something probably made for there were many passertroughts in the region maybe. What other reason could there be for an inn, if from where you stood everything seemed so small? The stars still shone brightly through the holes poked on the dark sheets of the sky. Your body felt heavy but you allowed Gandalf to help you down, much more gently than when he practically threw you on top of the horse before. Stumbling a little on your feet, you managed to throw a dirty look his way before stepping aside so a stable boy could take the horse to the safety of a roof over it’s head and lots of carrots and apples, hopefully. And by the gods, was this boy tall! Taller than you, anyway. Although there were people much different than you in the city close to where you lived, you never got to close. And maybe you shouldn’t be too close anyway, looking up too much would make your neck hurt.

But you were rather different anyway, somewhat. You didn’t have the facial hair other female dwarves seemed to have, which you dad said you should be thankful for, for mean wouldn’t be as likely to treat you as harshly as them. And even if you never met many others from your race, you felt like an outsider. Whenever you would be out on the city, other dwarflings would point at you and call you a half-breed and when returning home and trying as best as you could to persuade your father to talk about your mother, he would never indulge you, marching away heatedly. This happened way too many times for your liking but you could never let it go. Why didn’t your home have paintings of her? Why was your knowledge of her so limited, only through what others were willing to tell you, but you couldn’t go through her things, take a peek of her dresses and shoes and gloves? Of course, plenty of theories you had but tried not to jump to conclusions. You didn’t really know what to think of it.

Your shortness sometimes would be met with raised eyebrows by some, but mostly that was the end of that. Children were always more brutal and didn’t have a filter on their mouths, often being shushed by their parents. What would they say if your status was different? Maybe now you would get to know. But at home you were always treated kindly by those who were of the race of men. Such as Askell. He didn’t deserve the end he met.

Shaking your head you followed Gandalf’s steps inside the in, and everything was… big and brown and smelt of beer. In the entry was what could be called a reception desk, too tall for you to try to take a look at what was hidden under that and you would die before asking the wizard to pick you up. Mahal, maybe you were supposed to be born a hobbit, who knows. To the side a bar and tables with chairs on top of it were empty, which explained why your body wanted to shut down on the spot. The two of them exchanged a few words, the man behind the counter looking bored as ever, even going so far to yawn on the wizard’s face, who seemed unfazed. 

You haven’t noticed they were done talking before Gandalf beckoned you to go with him, the man’s eyes trained on you. You quickly averted your eyes and hurriedly fell into step with Pointy Hat. How could you not lose yourself in thought when he barely talked with you and didn’t even bother to respond at times? Just because he helped you he really thought he could be so… rude? 

He stopped in front of a door and handed you a key before opening it, walking towards the door besides yours. Peeking you could see a bed, a fire place and a chair. A tiny window that allowed the moonshine inside, but too tall for you to reach, even if you stood on the bed. 

“You need sleep, dear. I’ll send for you at the ‘morrow and we’ll talk.” He said unlocking his own bedroom door. “I give you my word, if that counts for something” He said with a hint of humor in his voice, which prompted you to send a small smile his way. Oh, he was definitely aware of your lack of trust in him.

“G’night.” You wished and hurriedly closed the door behind you, not wanting to wait for his answer, although you could hear a chuckle from where you stood, planted behind the door. When you heard the door close, you finally allowed a relieved breath to leave your body. Locking the door and throwing the bag on the chair and falling face first on the mattress. You couldn’t wait for the next day. Well, you didn’t really want to know what was gonna happen tomorrow, but didn’t have much choice. Your body needed rest anyway, so you allowed yourself to close your eyes and let your body go numb before you fell into unconsciousness. 

Maybe whoever designed that place should be fired, for waking up with the blazing rays of sunshine directly onto your eyes should be considered a major offense. You had a restless sleep, waking up in the few hours you had and turning around a considerable amount of times to try and make yourself comfortable on the thin mattress. Despite waking up a little disoriented as to where you were, you quickly grasped what happened last night. Screams, blood and guts, running, a wizard and a shady place you never heard of. It should’ve stayed that away, for the sake of your back. Would’ve been more comfortable sleeping on the grass. Ugh.

Sitting up, you ran your hands on top of your hair to access the damage- definitely felt like a rat’s nest, if you wondered how matted it was. Maybe running your hands thought it would be a bad idea, fingers might get stuck. Quickly scrambling for your bag, you fished for a brush to rey to make it as presentable as possible, knowing it would still look rather… odd. Would Gandalf be awake this early? You were dying to eat anything at all, really. Hopefully he would pay for you and answer your questions.

With nothing to do besides staring at the ceiling, you righted yourself to your best efforts and left the room, taking your belongings with you. You could hear chatter coming from the direction you came from last night. Well, the territory could be… hostile. So yes, of course you had reason to feel anxious and rather worried. Clearly a place made for the race of men, and you could tell. Their strides were long but not as long as the elves would have. They didn’t have the same height, they were similar, sure, but you still had to bend your neck towards the sky sometimes to talk to them. And if the woman who just passed you in the corridor you were standing for a few moments having your monolog was any indication, they either were very confused with your presence or thought you were a lost child. If anything, you were sure you were a very pretty and slightly dirtied child sneaking from the room you were sharing with your parents. 

Inhaling deeply you made your way to the dining area, seeing a few people on the tables, including the wizard, smoking a pipe. Looking to the sides, no one was paying attention to you, too enthralled in their own conversations to pay attention to anything else. Making your way towards the table he’s chosen, he had his eyes on you. Diverting your eyes, you sat in front of him.

“Good morning” he said while the smoke dissipated from around him “I take you slept well? You seemed eager to go to bed.” He crossed his hands on the table in front of him, smiling slightly. Was he… making a joke?

“Uh, yeah… I did.” You cleared your throat awkwardly “Thanks for, y’know… That.” You tried again. Did he catch your meaning? “All of it.” You said with a nod. He seemed amused but just sent a nod back your way, before falling into a relative silence, if you ignore the chatter and clattering of cluttering. Servants were collecting things from tables and delivering fresh goods, now that made you realize how hungry you were before noticing a plate being deposited in front of you. Turning quickly to Gandalf, he simply inclined his head and arched an eyebrow -that made you delve right in, as gracefully as you could, but you were starving. 

After a few minutes of silence, he began “So... I’m sure you have some questions and I would gladly answer them all.” He adjusted himself in the chair, sitting straighter. “As you might already know, my dear, I’m Gandalf.” You nodded with a mouthful of food “Also known as the Gandalf The Grey, the wizard.” He finished and you smirked, with a nod of understanding you pointed to your clothes. He chuckled “Well?”

With a sigh, you put everything aside, mimicking his posture, inclined on the table as best as you could. “I have several questions, actually.” He gestured for you to continue “Well, first I would like to know how you knew my father.”

“That’s a rather easy question to answer, my dear.” He said with a smile “Sindel, your father, helped me in a moment of need in exchange of my word.” You gave him as someone whose patience was thin. “And that means that for his help, I would give him my help in return, a promise, if you will.” Okay, that made sense. Dad did help several people, that’s who he was after all. “A promise to keep you safe, when the time comes.”

“So that’s how you knew where I lived?” He agreed with a small of course. “Okay, but that’s weird, what you said. You said ‘when the time comes’. And when you found me, I was hiding from death. How did you even know about that? Also how did you find me and how did you know when to come for me?” You spilled the many reasons why you were suspicious of him. Well, there’s his chance of proving himself trustworthy. Even though he already saved your life.

“You know what’s interesting?” He said moving to the side, taking a folded paper and setting it in the middle of the table. “Every dwarf has a prophecy. Sindel, your father had one. Your grandfather Serill had one and so did his One and so did their parents and their parent’s parents. See, when you come of age, you are given your prophecy and have an elder versed in Moon-letters to translate it for you in a private ceremony. But, considering everything that happened and the amount of… loss dwarves had that fateful day, several prophecies were lost, along with the ones who could read Moon-letters.” You reached for the paper curiously. “Your father had his letter and had it translated, so he knew of his fate, shared it with me. He knew of his end but always dreamt with a family. That’s why he asked of me to promise to protect his offspring, when his prophecy was to be fulfilled.” He finished leaning back on the chair, staff on his hand.

Unfolding your prophecy you found… nothing. Absolutely nothing. “Are you playing a trick on me?” You mumbled angrily, trying to manage the most menacing look you could muster. 

“Moon-letters can only be revealed by the moon at a certain time”

“Okay… but what does my prophecy have anything to do with you? I get it, my father gave it to you because of his prophecy but…” How am I going to say this without sounding like I don’t have manners? “I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me that is related to it. Maybe something you want to know about it?”

“There is only something I want to be sure of.” He replied after taking a pause to think on what to say. Shaking his head, he continued “Regarding your prophecy, yes. But for that to happen, we have to go somewhere else that is not here.”

“Well, where are we supposed to go then?” You asked, folding the paper back and hiding it inside your sleeve, apprehensively imagining that you would have to go somewhere else, again. Further away from where you were born and raised, again.

“Our destination is Rivendell.”

[itsbuckysworld]

What’s on your back?

Pairing: BUCKY x Single Parent Reader AU

Prompt: Anon asked: #84 Drabble request please. (really old ask from when I did Short Bucky Drabbles  - pick a number from this list )

This is also my entry for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​: Star’s multi fandom writing challenge. My prompt is Single Parent AU

(first of all, wow this is from SO FUCKING LONG AGO I haven’t been writing but I felt like writing again today, picked a random forgotten ask from my inbox and am currently praying and doing every ritual in the history of the world so that this writing impulse continues.)

Also this is just short and sweet and fluff and badly written because I’m off my game 100%, like how does one even write prose? I've been only writing scripts for a month, idk how to do this anymore

  Bucky’s footsteps have always been very silent. Call it a curse – or a blessing – result of having night shifts most of his life and just being a rebellious teenager, getting in at late hours of the night, tip-toeing so as to not wake his mother or roommates.

Him sneaking up on you with great ease has been a staple since you first met him and it’s almost impossible to get him back. “I’m like a spy babe” he’d say “you can’t out-spy me” and it was true. No matter how hard you tried, he always knew. 

That added to his prankster self equalled many and many little jump scares. And he’d time them perfectly too. For a while you expected them and then when the anticipation died down, he’d strike again. Coming up from behind you and tickling you into his arms. 

He would do it to your daughter Ellie as well, but she loved it, so much so that now she was becoming a little prankster herself, trying to spook you left and right – although to be completely honest, 90% of the time you and Bucky both acted surprised just to see her giggle at your exaggerated scared faces. 

It always warmed your heart seeing Bucky play with her, even when the game was scheming how to scare momma. The two of them had all of your heart. 

Finding Bucky had been your second biggest blessing, right after Ellie, and seeing them get along as well as they did? Well, that was everything to you. 

It was a warm summer evening when it happened. You had spent the day finding ways to keep your daughter entertained as the last few days of summer vacation rolled around. Summer camp was over, it was just you and her – and almost always Bucky – and toys and movies. 

Bucky had taken her upstairs for a much needed bath and then she was tasked with picking up her toys for the day, while you cleaned around the mess that was a day of drawing and cooking.

The kitchen smelled like freshly baked cookies and you scooped crayons and markers from the counter and into a bag filled with tons and tons of colored pencils. Thankfully no walls had been colored in the activity this time around. You admire your little girl’s pieces of art. Cats with wings, happy trees, polka-dotted flowers outside a rainbow colored house, and one drawing of a happy family of three that made you stop in your tracks. 

Ellie’s representation of herself stood in a red dress and highlighter yellow shoes, holding hands between two drawings of a man and a woman, clearly marked Mom and Daddy Bucky.

“What’s that?” Bucky’s voice startled you, making your heart race even faster than it already was. Damn him and his silent feet. You turned around in a hop, hiding the drawing behind your back, and seeing his smug smile paint his features. 

“Hm?” you tried to act nonchalant, step around him and leave the room, but he wouldn't allow it, instead your actions making him even more curious. 

“Babe? what's on your back?”

“Nothing!”

“What are you hiding?” his tone was playful as the two of you danced around the kitchen counter, him trying to get the mysterious paper from your hands. He was into the game while your mind was busy overthinking the drawing.

It wasn’t that it was wrong of Ellie to be thinking of Bucky as her dad – for fuck’s sake it gave you chills to think about it, the good kind. But it was something that you and Bucky hadn’t really talked about. In fact, Ellie has probably only called Bucky dad by mistake a total of 2 times in the years he’s been in your life, and he had never heard it. It’s just...

What if Bucky didn’t want that?

He wasn’t only light on his feet, he was also quick, and before you knew it he had tricked you into a corner and reached over to grab the paper. He kept it out of your reach, laughing as he unfolded the corners and took a look. 

His eyes lingered as the laughter died down and your teeth found comfort in bitting down on your lip. Shit shit shit. 

Bucky gave you a long look, mouth hanging open in disbelief, and then his eyes danced back and forth between you and the small drawing.

“Wha- I” he stuttered. The silence felt heavy, almost deafening. Your chest felt a sledgehammer trying to tear down a wall of bricks – thump, thump, bang, bang – and the room grew smaller and smaller. The happy chills that ran down your whole body mere seconds before, were now little bumps of dread covering you from head to toe. 

And then Bucky’s lips turned into a small smile. Painting shaking lightly in his hold.

Bucky looked at himself in it, a bubbly teary laugh escaping his lips, as he took in his doodle figure dressed in very tall boots and a bright pink tie, and the whole look was tied together with scattered brown dots that made up his beard and spikey black hair.

“Buck?” your voice was small barely above a whisper. Bucky’s sniffles echoed around the room. “are you mad?” his head shot up to look at you. Before you could process what was happening, he had you pressed to the fridge and between his arms, kissing you madly. 

“Mad? How- Fuck, this- I’m the happiest man alive, doll” His words slurred, out of breath from kissing you. 

His forehead was pressed to yours, the tip of his cold nose caressing the tip of yours, and he didn’t dare open his eyes as tears slid down his cheeks. And he laughed, oh how he laughed, so full of joy and whole. 

“I-” he stuttered, pressing kisses to your lips before he took in a long deep breath. The breath before he bared himself to you, fingertips caressing your jaw. “Y/N, I’ve had a ring in the inner pocket of my suit jacket since you told me you loved me too last spring. You and Ellie - you’re my girls, I- Gosh I can’t imagine being without you two. You girls are my family, you’re it for me”

Under the blinking cold light of your kitchen you had never felt warmer, not from the summer heat that clothed your house, but from love for the man that stood before you. 

“You’re it for us too” you answered in a truthful sigh, melting into his figure. 

The piece of paper that crumpled between your two bodies in your embrace was just the first of the collection of family portraits that would litter your house in the days and years to come, but definitely Bucky’s favorite, for it was the fire that ignited him to ask you to marry the fool that he was. A fool who adored you and your daughter madly.  

Thanks for reading!

I haven't written anything for this blog in ages. I’m very out of the loop. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoyed this either way. 

Love, L

[a-day-in-the-life-of-a-brotha]

5-18-21 Free at last...semi free that is..

6:29 p.m. I’m waiting for my food to heat up. I went to this pizza spot call We the pizza, to start another leg of my food reviewer life, I changed reviewer to Influencer and I’m now doing 60 second review videos. I was asked to today by Helena, if this reviewer thing is a temporary thing (as Sagittarius’s do at times) or what. “It’s FOOD, and I never tired of that” I exclaimed!! Anyway not too much has transpired since I last made an entry in here. There was a 24 hour pause me and my Dani had last week...I was irritated that I didn’t have enough money to come see her and I let my irritation get the best of me. She said “You sounded irritated, so I figured you needed some space.” Ironically, I was irritated because I didn’t want any space. That was a long 24 hours, and I literally was sick...love sick...It was unconditional communicating with her...REALLY. We talked about it, we squashed it. Did I apologize? I don’t think so...I need to though. It felt good having her presence back. My spirit lifted once we started out jovial conversations again. I truly love her, and I feel deeply connected with her...I don’t want to lose her.

5-19-21 Continue, Go, Again...trial n error

10:18 a.m.- I ate yesterday evening, started gaming and completely neglected yesterday’s entry. Where was I? I’on even know, but me and Dani had another mild heat exchange last night. Because I didn’t like her answer to where she would visit if she could visit any time period. I was being an ass, pushing her for a answer acceptable to ME. Geesh Larry...I apologized from the heart and mind to her. Now I’m outside on the balcony, sweating, but working on my art project. Trial and error is all I can say via the artwork being finished. I’m spray painting my “Power” ReWop symbol on cardboard (for now) because I’ve always had an affinity for graffiti and tagging...I’ve just never done it. I’ve doodled all my life...I have characters that I draw (my children, when they were children always attempted to mimic my characters). But putting these symbols and characters on a canvas with spray paint is rather challenging!! But so far...I’m loving it. I just started my video Big Schlim food Reviews yesterday. I was feeling like I needed to do more with Big Schlim...and videos are it. So I’m doing 60 second video reviews of spots. I figured quick videos that are to the point and jovial will interest most in these rushed times. I’m not going to stop writing or taking pictures though...there is a audience for that and I simply like doing it. It’s honing my writing skills. I miss my son and daughter...they are maturing fast. Bigga has started weight training for football...I’m sooo happy about that. He has always been naturally athletic and honestly I foresee NFL with him...I KNOW it’s going to happen. I’m glad that up until now his mind has been cultivated...he will never be a dumb jock...more so a intellectual that excels at athleticism. Nonetheless, I miss his presence (we have been playing gta as of late though). My daughter I notice stays at her cousins house often. It concerns me, but in talking to her I know she’s safe. She’s concerned about getting into this school she applied to...I know she got in but it’s not for me to know, it’s for her to KNOW. We recently talked about the power of the mind...again!! Hahahahaha!!! “You know manifest what you think about, so if you don’t think you’ll get into the school then...” I said stopping myself at the end to not encompass the negative thought of her not getting in the school. “Yes Dad” she said grudgingly. I know I repeat myself in teaching lessons...so...I quickly switch subjects “Did you watch all of the Circle” I ask in attempts to start a conversation and keep an open line of communication with her so I don’t become that lecturer Dad...I’m not that anyway...am I? We talk briefly about the show...she’s ready to get off the phone...she does quickly...per normal. I’m super proud of her, her mind, her love for all things, her subtle fierceness...I see her...I miss her...it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve had them both over here. I’m looking forward to seeing them this weekend.

Frustration #1 Work...working inhibits freedom. One may say that it allots a freedom by compensating you for your time. But that compensation is never enough and will never take the place of time with your loved ones. That’s what we work for...that which is free...time. It’s shameful truly, all the God given things in this life...we pay for. When I get my children for the weekend...my time will be limited with them via...work. I work weekends...I see them sleep when I leave, then I’m sleepy by the time I get home. It sucks. Working a job (not working something you love) is frustrating...time.

Frustration #2 My children’s mother. Pressing me out to get some cleats immediately for Bigga. She doesn’t communicate to me about him starting football, didn’t ask me how I felt about him playing...nothing. She never consults me on anything...control for almost 15 years. But when she wants me to do something she wants it when she wants it...period. She hasn’t been a good person to me since they’ve been born. you would think I’m a dead beat...I’m not, shes just insecure and NEEDS to control them and me. Frustrating.

[oilbun]

wait.. you thought I wasnt gonna write book shelf nook fluff?

Rapunzel loves a lot about Corona, it's her home. She loves the sunny days, gloomy days, snow days, but her favorite are the rainy days. She favors these days because it's usually a good time to sneak in an at home date with Eugene. Rainy days are usually the quieter days of Corona, there's not too much hustle and bustle in town because no one wants to go outside unless they absolutely have to. Today was one of those days, the sky had a thick layer of dark gray clouds and a thick sheet of rain coated the kingdom. Rapunzel was hidden away in the top shelf of her bookshelf, that she had made into a nook. Pillows, and blankets were laid in among the books, it's also where she kept her various journals. Today she was sketching and writing in her most current journal, she was so lost in thought she didn't hear her bedroom door open and hear Eugene walk in. 

"Rapunzel, let down your hair," Eugene joked standing at the foot of the latter at the bottom of the book case. Rapunzel jumped a little in surprise and looked over the edge, eyeing her boyfriend, she laughed at his joke. 

"I'm just kidding, that's why the latter's here," Eugene laughed as he began to climb, once he reached the top, he crawled in and sat down next to her. 

"How did you know I'd be up here?" She asked, closing her journal and shelving it. 

"Because it's raining outside and because I know you, Blondie." Eugene said as he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. Rapunzel beamed at the gesture, scooting closer to him and resting her head on his arm. 

"You got me there," she told him, "has our inside date already started?" Eugene smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they both looked out at the rain. 

"It can start whenever you want it to, no rush Sunshine," he told her. "But.. yeah it's pretty much begun." They both laughed, it would probably be better to get as much as they could before some royal duty would whisk them apart for the remainder of the day. Eugene looked at Rapunzel with a tender gaze, pushing some blonde locks behind her ear. 

"How are you today?" He asked her gently. 

"Better now," She sighed. 

"Oh ho ho! Rapunzel pulling the sweet talk now? I'm gonna lose my job," Eugene chuckled. She beamed at his laughter, gently tugging his collar to bring him in for a kiss. Of course, he'd never turn down a kiss from her (the lantern date doesn't count.. to him anyway). He put one hand on her waist, and one on her hip as she released his jacket collar and snaked her arms around his neck, gently playing with the hair she could reach. Normally, Eugene's hair would be off limits from touching, but he couldn't say no to Rapunzel playing with it. They parted from their kiss after a moment, Rapunzel getting up as best she could and sitting in between Eugene's legs as she leaned her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and gingerly kissed her cheek. 

"Well, I'm glad your doing better," he said, running his fingers through the loose strands of blonde that has escaped her braid. Rapunzel found chances to lean into Eugene's touch before looking up at him. He looked down at her and smiled, giving her a quick wink. She blushed and leaned back against him, shyly tucking a loose strand behind her ear. 

"Such a tease," she sighed. 

"Who, me?" Eugene asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, you." Rapunzel giggled. He chuckled with her and continued stroking her hair. 

"Hey, Sunshine?" 

"Yeah?" She asked, glancing up at him. 

"What were you journaling about? Before I came up here?" He asked, out of pure curiosity. Rapunzel began to blush, pulling her braid over her shoulder and playing with it nervously. 

"Oh! Um… nothing really.." she lied, as her boyfriend looked at her in a way that said he didn't believe a single word she said. Eugene was good at reading Rapunzel like a book he'd read over and over. You also can't lie to a professional thief cause they've told every lie that probably exists, especially Eugene Fitzherbert. 

"Let me see," he said teasingly reaching for her book. 

"Eugene!" She squeaked, trying to beat him to the book. But he being the former thief, he swiped it before could touch it and held it over her head in a teasing manner. "Give it!" 

"Why won't you let me see what you've done so far?" He asked, holding it higher as she tried to reach it. Rapunzel pouted cutely, blush still painting her cheeks. 

"Because it's embarrassing!" 

"So you did write stuff today," He said coyly, leaning closer to her face, putting his free hand under her chin and still holding the journal away from her. 

"Oh...be quiet," she said, pulling him by the jacket collar again and kissing him softly, and he returned it back with a smile. 

"So.. can I see?" He mumbled on her lips, still playing keep away with the book as he pulled her close with one smooth swoop of his arm around her waist. Raps always crumbled at Eugene's smooth moves and sweetness with her, she finally caved. 

"Fine," she replied on his lips, parting from him, defeated again by the charming Eugene Fitzherbert. He sat back against the back of the shelf and flipped through the book, carefully inspecting the pages leading up to today. She knelt beside him, the anticipation of him finding today's entries killing her. She doodled the two them, doodled portraits of him from many angles, and basically wrote a bunch of sappy stuff about him and how much she cared and loved him. She could tell he found it when his cheeks burst into a pink hue as he read...and re-read, before flipping to the next page. 

"Rapunzel.." he started with a tender tone in his voice. 

"Ugh, it's so silly.." she blushed, watching him read. When he reached the end of the entries, he looked at her with the most love filled look in his eyes and his cheeks still pink. 

"Blondie…" he cooed, "it's not silly at all.. Geez, I literally fall for you more and more everyday." He said, closing the book and covering his flushed face with his hands for a moment before brushing back his hair with his fingers. He looked at her again, wandering her big, emerald gaze. 

"One day Rapunzel.. I'm gonna fall for you so hard for you I'm gonna get hurt," he joked with an airy laugh. Rapunzel blushed bright red, blinking a few times at his words, she tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He handed her back the journal, and she looked down at it, holding it in her hands. She looked back up at him, biting her bottom lip ever so slightly. Eugene raised an eyebrow at her and before he could say anything, she threw the book over her shoulder and tackled him into a kiss. Even though it caught him by surprise, he held her close, entangling his fingers in her hair. She held onto the collar of his jacket as she dipped her head to deepen the kiss, and Eugene gladly followed. They parted after a moment and they both broke into a smile.

"That's my girl," he said, making her roll her eyes at him playfully. 

"C'mere you," she purred, pulling him back in for another deep kiss.

[averagesmw]

Penny Haywood x MC- Doodles and scribbles

Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery

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Doodles and scribbles

It was a nice day in Hogwarts, felt like any other, with not many troubles to go around, well, there was that rumour about magical creatures running around in castle grounds, but I haven't seen any

Currently, I was on my way to the potions classroom to get to the lesson of the day, when just around the corner, I bumped into someone in particular

It was Y/N L/N, the charming student I've dubbed "the star of Hogwarts", for more reasons than the obvious ones

But there was something wrong about their appearance, their clothes were slightly tattered, messed with, and they had cuts on their hands and even one on their left cheek

"Merlin's beard, Y/N! What happened to you?"

They didn't even stop to look at me, instead, they gave me an answer while running away, in a hurry to complete something, it would seem

"No time to explain, going to help Hagrid, talk to you later!"

... alright then

I would obviously have to investigate just what was going on, but later, I still had a class to attend, and my favourite, nonetheless

Just as I was about to take my leave, however, I spotted something in the ground, a small notebook, no, more like a journal. It had witnessed the progress of time, but it was well kept, for the most part. Curiosity got the better of me and I chose to pick it up

It was so intriguing, there was no name of  who the owner might be, but upon inspecting the notes written here, I was able to recognize the author just fine

This was Y/N's journal, they must've dropped it when they ran away. Funny, I didn't even know they had one, but given everything that they have experienced here, it was logical they needed something to help them cope with bitterness or tragedy

I... guess I would have to keep it safe with me until I see them again, Y/N did seem to be in quite a hurry anyway

Without further due, I went ahead and took my class to continue with the day

At first, everything was alright, the potion we had to brew was quite easy for me, so easy that I had plenty of time to spare once I finished mine and got points for my house for that

...and now I found myself bored

Perhaps it was the routine or lack of any deadly threat lurking around, but I couldn't find myself enjoying this class as much as I usually did

And it was there that one of my demons manifested itself, the overwhelming sense of curiosity, not staying down no matter how hard I tried to drown its voice

It was aching to see what secrets lied within the pages of the journal I had just found. Normally I wouldn't care about a journal that much, just for the sake of gossip

But this was Y/N L/N, a person so vast that you might feel like you know them well enough to write a biography, only for yet another astonishing fact to pop up just a couple of seconds later

Of course, I wanted to know their opinion on so many things, and who knows? Maybe I'll find my answers there and--

No, no, what kind of friend would I be if I snooped through their personal notes?

It was a battle of wills going on in both my mind and heart, my eyes going back and forth between the journal pocketed in my robes and the class itself

I mean...Y/N has made it quite clear that they trust me with their life, literally sometimes. I don't think they'd mind if I take just a quick peek at it

...right?

Just when I was starting to express curiosity, I found myself already holding the journal, and even worse, opening it. Forgive me, Y/N

My eyes glued to its contents,  the journal transported me to another time just seconds after starting to read it. The first page had the same date as the day we first stepped into Hogwarts itself! They must've bought it to write down their experiences in this school

Can't blame them for that, Hogwarts does promise an endless supply of adventures, both death-defying and normal ones

I sighed, finally putting my curiosity to rest as I began reading the first entry

September 1st, 1984

This is it, the day I finally get to study in Hogwarts! I can hardly keep my hand from shaking, the emotion is overwhelming!

The entire day was quite magical, auntie Jane took me to eat the most delicious breakfast I've had in months, dad even sent me a letter congratulating me for being enrolled

It would be much better if he had shown up to say it, but I understand his work keeps him from even leaving

But then again, I was not the only one excited for this, he and auntie bought me this journal to write all my adventures in that school

So I better write the best of the best in this!

This is the day I've waited years for, to visit the school where my parents studied, and get to make my own adventure

Just you wait, Jacob, I'm on my way!

-

...The entry concludes here

I...I honestly didn't know how I feel about this. On one hand, it was cute to see how excited Y/N was, the page contained so much raw emotion, almost like a child, and it was so cute

On the other hand, however, I can't help but feel terribly sorry their experience, seeing as it turned out much more sour than what they were expecting, especially under so many promises of happiness

It brings up the question, how does Y/N manage to maintain that hopeful, cheerful attitude after all of this? Maybe I could ask them...

"Class dismissed"

Professor Snape's unmistakable voice wrecked my train of thought, no way I would stay reading something as personal as this in this classroom. I was on Snape's good side, but I doubt he would trust me that much

I gathered my things and left for the library, a place actually intended for reading. I was so immersed in my own thoughts about this entry, that I barely even noticed the people around me

This was astounding, the first entry of this journal and I already learned something big!

But it does make sense, Y/N has never been one to bring up the family during a conversation, but this? This deals exactly with it, I can't stop now

Giving it no second thought, I made my way to the library and sat immediately to continue reading, opening the journal once again, and hopefully, with fewer interruptions other than Snape's ominous voice

The next entries where much shorter, but certainly numerous, mainly dealing with Y/n's experience with their respective house, their prefect helping them dealing with Merula and the consequent duel with her, that  ended up being how we met

Hey, there's a small entry on me as well!

September 15th, 1984

Just after my duel with Merula, I was summoned to discuss what happened, but along the way, I was stopped by the most popular girl in school, Penny Haywood!

I have to say, her reputation does precede her, only five minutes of chatting with her and I already liked her.  Who knows? Maybe I'll get a chance to talk to her after dealing with the vault that keeps cursing the school

-

...Well, we certainly got to talk again, and I even got to help Y/N break the curse of the ice plaguing Hogwarts. I have to admit it, I was a bit nervous when I first chose to approach them, but it's nice to see how well they took it!

The feeling of understanding Y/N like this was like being taught how to brew your first potion, a feeling so strong, or at least in my case, unforgettable

I mean, not even when we ate lunch together did I get them to talk so much about themselves

My, so much learning, so many different ways to see things, people and even the events from the perspective of the one student who got to deal with it first hand!

Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted Rowan Khana, Y/N's best friend and local book lover, but also, a friend of mine. They brought along a huge book and sat next to me

"Hello, Penny! How are you today?"

Unlike with Snape, I was able to gather my thoughts quickly enough for it to look natural, and so I greeted Rowan with the usual "Haywood" charisma

"Hello Rowan, I'm fine, what is that you have there?" I asked using the book as an obvious distraction, but also, out of curiosity

"Oh, I'm studying a little earlier for our O.W.Ls, you can never be too prepared"

My friend stated proudly, but then I saw them stare at the little book in my hands. Oh no

"Is that?..."

I got nervous immediately after I saw how shocked Rowan was by this, meaning this journal must be as important to Y/N as I thought. However, in order to keep us both from being kicked out of the library, I tried my best to keep my voice down

"I-I can explain it, it fell from Y/N's pocket a-and I...well...-" Smooth, Penny, real smooth

Rowan made a gesture that caught me off guard even more, a smirk. They threw their hands up in surrender and kept a cool demeanor

"...I believe you will take care of it for Y/N, just don't abuse its contents, alright?"

By Merlin, for a moment I genuinely thought there was going to be trouble because of this, but clearly, Rowan knew me better than that

"Of course! Thank you, Rowan, I owe you one"

They just smiled back at me and took the book they needed, then they wrote something on a piece of paper and passed it to me before standing up and leaving. I looked at the note, found myself surprised by what it said

"You might want to check page 47, though"

This behavior from them told me Rowan knew so much more about either the journal or Y/N that I didn't, and maybe they wanted me to discover it for myself

...Who am I to decline a challenge, then?

There were plenty of other entries after that, mainly detailing Y/n's dealings with the cursed vault of ice, the way it was written could put many novelists to shame, although there were some things that were best kept in the dark

Y/N had always been a busy student, it worries me a bit just how little time do they have to themselves, just today I saw them run away as if they were in a hurry to help someone

Oh Y/N, I wish you would take care of yourself as much as you do for us...

As I kept reading, I decided to leave the library and fetch me a couple of sandwiches from the great hall, especially since it was getting late. I would most definitely look up the page Rowan suggested next

So far, my favourite entry of the journal had to be the Christmas one. Y/N didn't say much that day, but their happiness spoke volumes to me

However, what is written here, it somehow manages to topple that. In it, they remark how grateful they are for having us as friends,  but most importantly, gives me details about why they were so sad in the first place

Apparently, Y/N's mum died just a couple years before his brother disappeared, and his father's work at the ministry keeps him far too busy to spend time with his own children

That leaves Y/N themselves with their aunt Jane, with whom they spent a vast majority of the time, and seems that she is actually nice, but had to stay over with some relatives in America, hence why Y/N staid at the castle with us

I'm just glad Y/N has someone else looking out for them outside Hogwarts

The journal's pages were so inviting, I sat alone to eat lunch for the first time ever, wishing to have only the book's company. I was going to follow Rowan's advice and head towards page 47 of the journal, didn't know they had numbers

But then, among its contents, I found something else, a mention to me in a lonely page, with much less ink in it than the others, yet structured so differently, it was a must-read

October 11th, 1987

I helped Talbot get back his necklace after a wholesome adventure, who knew he was so, well, alive. Among one of our stops was the library, where I learned that he likes to write poetry, but of course, denied me the right to read his work

Can't blame him for that

Instead, he actually convinced me into writing some poetry for myself, I got Rowan to help me study the structure and rhymes, I have nothing but respect for poets, now...

Anyway, I wanted to try and write something of my own, and I'm supposed to follow a feeling, perhaps think about something that inspires me, or someone for that regard so... I'm going to use this crush of mine as a muse

Here goes nothing...

-Haywood-

Her locks of gold

And a spirit so bold

I could stay a while

Just watching that smile

And it would never get old

Flawless in her potions

A girl of pure emotions

She calls me a star

But she's better by far

A reason for my heart's commotions

-

The...the entry concludes here, it seems that it is a work in progress but... I think just two stanzas were all it took to make me blush like a tomato, I could feel my face get warmer because of it. Y/N says It's not perfect, but I don't think I've ever read anything so wonderful before...

I've never had someone write something so beautiful for me either, but now ...I...I don't think I I would have it any other way

Oh, how I'd love to take this with me, perhaps I could write a copy, or...Did I just hear my stomach rumbling?

My, I came here to read and eat, but so far I had only done one of the two. Perhaps I could get myself a couple of sandwiches before resuming this, wouldn't want to stain the pages and  give myself away

I stood up and walked to get some food, whilst helping my mind off from such a...beautiful piece of work. I mean, it said so much about how Y/N sees me and I, honestly, couldn't find myself more flattered by it

Heh, so this is how being speechless feels like

With food on my plate, I returned to the table I was using, but as soon as I did, I felt my heart sink down, my eyes go wide, and I almost dropped my food as well because as it turns out...

...the journal was gone

Who could be so vile to take advantage of my flustered state and steal something so valuable just like that?!

Focus, Penny, Rowan trusted you with Y/N's own journal without giving it a second thought,  it's time to prove why

I approached one of my fellow Hufflepuffs, I tapped his shoulder to get his attention

"Yes, Penny?"

"Excuse me, did you happen to see someone take the journal that was over there?"

He looked at the place I pointed at, then started to recall recent events with a 'hmm' for a couple of seconds and finally, he looked at me with an answer

"I think I saw a pale Slytherin girl take it, she might be leaving, though"

I thanked him for his help and then turned my attention to the entrance of the great hall and saw one particular girl leaving it, I could recognize her from afar. Ismelda

No time wasted, I ran out of the great hall to catch up with her, and by the time I did, she was already halfway through the halls

"Ismelda, give it back!"

My voice made her stop to look at me, that mischievous smile only confirmed her as guilty

"What are you talking about?"

"This is really not the time for this"

My serious tone only fed her amusement

"Oh, my, I'm so scared"

Sigh...

"Look, if you want this precious diary, then you'll have to read it out loud in the gre--"

"Immobulous"

Ismelda didn't even finish her sentence before I cast the spell, there was absolutely no way I would do this to Y/N, and I sincerely wasn't in the mood to play games like that

So I walked up to her and took the journal from her hands, stored it and began to walk away

"The spell shouldn't last long, don't worry"

And with that, I left the scene

While that encounter was short-lived, it was still a mistake from my part, I believe that the best thing should be to deliver this to Rowan, in case they see Y/N before me

While I stored the journal in my robes, I felt a small piece of paper, I took it out and saw that it was the one Rowan gave me

And also the reminder that I hadn't checked that specific page

Perhaps I could check one last entry before I return the book...

To avoid any trouble, I headed to one of the corridors, one of the least frequented by students and teachers, perfect for some alone reading

I opened the journal carefully and without disturbing the pages, I located page 47 of it, but what I found was much different from what I was expecting

...well, I didn't even find anything

Strange, why would Rowan want me to check this in particular?

Wait, there was something in here, a date, but not just any date, but the date of the celestial ball!

How did Y/N manage to find time to write something? They spent most of the day helping me with the decorations!

Now that I think about it, I hope I wasn't too harsh on them

Returning to the page, there was a date here, and a blank page that Rowan wanted me to check out, but what if it wasn't empty?

What if, perhaps, it was hidden?

Taking out my wand, I pointed it at the page and calmly chanted

"Revelio"

Slowly, the contents of the page were becoming visible, but these were not words

No, it was a drawing

It detailed two people dancing with grace, joy, without a care in the world

One of them was wearing a dress made for twirling, and the other never looked so perfect

This was us

The traces were so delicate, yet so lively, nothing but pure happiness was emanating from this picture

Well, I did find another emotion in this drawing, it was love

Under the drawing, a brief note was written with the same passion

"Thank you for giving me the happiest night of my life"

Y/N's POV, the next day

I was on my way to the artifacts room to meet Penny, maybe she wanted to know what even happened to me during the entire day

Truth to be told, I was helping Hagrid and professor Kettleburn with some magical creatures that escaped into the castle

Needless to say, the Hippogriff didn't go down without a few scratches and cuts, but it came to trust me enough to give me a ride on its back

Was it worth it? I think so, yes

Madam Pomfrey said my arm should be good as new for tomorrow, so no major problems there

I opened the door for the artifact room and saw Penny alone, holding...my journal?

So there it was...

"How is that arm coming along?" She asked in that motherly tone of hers

"Should be good for tomorrow"

She smiled at this, but then her expression turned a bit nervous when she continued the conversation

"You... you  dropped this yesterday, but I didn't have the chance to return it to you"

She handed it over to me, avoiding eye contact with me

"Did you read it?"

Penny's blue eyes became riddled with shame and remorse as a sigh left her lips

"I did, sorry..."

A hand placed on her shoulder made her look at me, surprised

"It's fine, I was going to let you see it anyway"

She was taken back by this, only gaining a smile from me. Her reactions were too cute sometimes

"Y-You were?"

I nodded while maintaining the smile

"Yes, I recall you being so curious about me, and I don't know if you noticed, but I don't do a good job at it, so I thought lending you the journal would do a better job"

She sighed in relief, a smile creeping it's way back to her face, then she saw my tired expression and gave me a look of sympathy

"We should talk later, for now, just get some rest, okay?"

"I'll do my best" I joked, making her giggle

"Thank you, Y/N, I mean it"

Her tone sounded more serious, but before I could answer, Penny leaned closer to me and gave me a peck on the cheek

Needless to say, now I was the shocked one, my face was surely as red as it could, not to mention warm

She pulled back and smiled at me, not saying a word before she left the room, leaving me alone

Instinctively, I put my hand on that same cheek, I just couldn't believe what just happened

N-Not that I didn't like it, but because perhaps, I liked it too much

And all because of this journal

I wonder, did she leave a note or something whilst reading it?

I opened the journal and started searching through the pages. So far everything was as it should, no signs of tampering

...until I got to that special page of mine

Not only was the drawing visible, but there was also a note below mine, written by someone with far more delicate penmanship than mine

The message read:

"No, thank you for making me the happiest witch in the world~"