#and yet no one is running to them being like “yall should step back” bc they’re being overly optimistic

[joker-daughter]

I understand these frustrations when it’s come to Tom Career because I’m disappointed with some os his choices too and want better for him but it shouldn’t consume some of his fans the much like it’s not the deep lol I’m still going supporting after all and if hes not doing anything for some to keep their expectations when it’s come to him I think some should try to follow others they known would full their expectations just saying 🤐 it’s not healty being this obsessed over someone career and choice because this is for about what they want for THEM not for him thought and let’s wait and see what Tom wants and says in a new interview because the man just be saying every time something new lol like go doing what you like and try to forgot about Tom choices lol

again not to sound too harsh but I love how some of you act like we have pulled these “expectations” out of our asses lol, his fans are frustrated bc of the things they heard him say over the last couple years multiple times, of course this whole thing would be a completely different story if he had not set certain expectations himself but again, I also agree with the sentiment that no one should feel trapped

[aanoia]

Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 3

a/n: yall i love seijoh so much like theyre my favorite school and my favorite boys and i know their names by heart and im just so SOFT for them !!!!!

also: yall will find out what other fandom ill be writing for in the future in this one

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

combined two anon requests:

- Could we get the boys reacting to finding out the seijoh manager is quite popular to both genders?? Maybe they over hear a confession?

- Why do I feel like half of the team would be all pouty when word comes around that a guy confessed to manager, the others would probably be annoyed/irritated. Oikawa being all bratty cause no matter what he tried,she never showed ant interest when he flirts. But now this boy comes alone ... (but like you said manager is too focused in school and the team)

MY HEART WAS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST AND THROWN INTO A BLENDER WHEN I SAW THIS PART OR JUST WHEN SEIJOH LOST IN GENERAL BC MY BABIES WORKED SO HARD AAAAAAA

oof girl the world is ending

so basically,,,,,

the entire just magically knew about what happened earlier and yahaba’s theory of team telepathy really does work bc not even a minute after it happened, they all spammed you messages and next thing you knew, oikawa was naruto-ing down from the 3rd floor to your class in the first floor

tbh, they shouldve seen this coming yanno?

you were ridiculously pretty and you carried yourself w such elegance and grace that it just seemed to hypnotize everyone into stopping what they were doing and watched you in awe doing the most mundane things like walking or sitting

lmao couldnt be me

your confessions usually happened over letters bc either tol boys kunimi or kindaichi are usually around you at all times so theyre too scared to do anything

hence why your locker was always filled with envelopes yet no upfront public confessions

it ranged from upperclassmen and upperclasswomen who expressed their interest in you and wanted to date you and get to know you better

but tf you dont even know them and you werent about to date a whole stranger

this made the boys a little peeved because you were popular with both the boys and the gals so they were constantly on edge on who was talking to you

it was like having an oikawa 2.0 but not indulging them and pretending theyre not even there

like when you walk to class and sit down, they would flock over and offer you drinks and snacks but you either turned them down or just flat-out ignored them

maybe this was what fueled others on more

your reserved attitude and your refusals made it look like you were playing hard to get and it was almost like a game on who could win the heart of the princess of seijoh

this was proven really difficult because not only do they have your dismissals, you also had guard dogs at every corner and would bite their head off at the slight indication of an interaction

however,,,,

today,,,

this morning,,,,

at 7:53 AM,,,,

they saw you walking down the hallway with a purple-haired boy holding your bag and you giggling at what he was saying

um EXCUSE ME MAAM WHAT

EVERYONE HAS BEEN TRYING TO GAIN YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR MONTHS YET YOU ARE HERE INTERACTING WITH A MALE WHO NO ONE EVEN KNOWS

ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A MALE WHO WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE WASNT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

!!!!!

and ofc, the boys would immediately know even though theyre spread all over the school

it was kyoken who saw you as he was leaning against your locker and his eyes narrowed before he secretly took a picture and sent it to yahaba, asking if there was a new guy who entered the team while he was away

when he replied with a panicked, ‘NO WHO IS THAT’

kyoken was already advancing to you

yahaba-san immediately sent the picture to the team group chat, that excluded you rood, and oikawa wasted no time and even pushed some fangirls so he could go to you

‘-and she destroyed my sheets’

you laughed at the story and hitoshi stared at you with awe in his eyes

how can someone laugh so beautifully?

like a snort should be considered ugly and gross but it was like cute little squeaks from you and he thought you were like a fairy

‘oh god, i wasnt-’

you were cut off with a hand that held your arm

you came face to face with the glaring face of one of your boys and you immediately turned to him in concern, immediately grasping an arm with the other hand on his cheek to look for any cuts

he rarely comes to you on a normal basis so you thought something was wrong

‘whats wrong, kyo-san? did you get into a fight? do you need me to patch you up?’

he didnt care what you were saying, instead heatedly glaring at this new guy, and grunted a response to agreeing with you going to the nurse

just anywhere to get you away from this,,,, stranger

‘toshi i have to-’

then you were cut off again

‘YYYYY/NNNNNNN-CHHHHHAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘OI SHITTYKAWA!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN!’

‘OIKAWA!’

‘CAPTAIN!’

from behind you, 5 tol looming figures were running towards you and next thing you knew, you were in the arms of your captain

‘oikawa-san! what are you doing?!’

oikawa held you tightly against his chest and had his arms tightly around your form to prevent you from being taken away

most of the volleyball team were now circling you and pointedly glaring at the poor boy who was so confused that he wasnt bothered by the death glares

‘oh, its you’

kunimi grumbled

‘kunimi, whats happening?’

hitoshi questioned

you fought away from the hold of oikawa and pushed mattsukawa and hanamaki to stand in front of shinsou hitoshi

‘so sorry about this, toshi. i’ll help you with your room later and ill text you when practice is finished, okay?’

you sheepishly smiled and he nodded, his own smile reassuring you

‘yep. ill see you later then’

‘bye’

you softly said and he turned to walk away

but as soon as he was out of sight, you turned around with a grim looking expression and your hands on your hips, a hard look in your eyes

‘boys, what was that?’

you gritted out

‘y/n-chan! don’t you see?! he was going to take you away! he was an intrude-OW!’

he yelped when you reached up and grabbed his ear before grabbing the other closest who was iwaizumi

they both whined and complained about the ear and slapped your hand but you didnt let up

‘he is a friend, oikawa-san. you have no right on who i can be friends and who i can hang out with because i still have a life outside the team!’

you scolded and the others hung their heads low like puppies

‘sorry, y/n-chan’

oikawa mumbled and iwaizumi also mumbled his apology so you let go of them, dusting off your hands

‘and the rest of you, hold back your captain and dont intimidate him like that!’

‘sorry’

you sighed but ruffled their hair before turning to go to class

‘now, be good boys and dont bother others like this again’

‘yes’

they chorused and you nodded, satisfied

‘ill hold you to it!’

you shouted as you walked down the hallway

when you turned a corner, oikawa grabbed kunimi by the arms

‘you know him, dont you? who is he? what class? address? mother’s name? father’s name? age-’

‘oi stop it, shittykawa’

but despite that, iwaizumi looked at the younger, expecting answers as well

kunimi sighed

‘thats shinsou hitoshi from class 1-3. we have gym together’

and ‘we’ was kunimi and you since you were both in the same class so you constantly saw this shinsou boy?

nuh uh, dont think so, francisco

from the looks of it, you were still single and there was a pining from shinso’s part, maybe yours they dont know

and they were going to do everything in their power to keep you away from him

this was excused to them as protecting their manager from someone else and they werent going to let you be taken by someone else

during practice, they grilled you over your relationship with him

‘i honestly dont know why this is your business but if you must know, his adoptive father, aizawa-san, is my mother’s co-worker and i usually catsit for them. dont worry, we’re not dating. just friends, that’s all’

but they know it wasnt just a friendship type of situation

so when the 4 third years saw you being confessed to by this ‘friend’ outside, they almost toppled out the window as they tried to listen to what was being said

‘shittykawa get off my back!’

‘nuh uh! i want to see clearly!’

‘everyone needs to know that code red is happening!’

yall what

mattsun took a picture and sent it to the gc about their princess being confessed to 

no one replied, possibly too upset or too busy sulking

kyoken actually had to be excused outside bc he was glaring at everyone and everything and the teacher and students were so scared that they had to take him out of class

they were even more peeved when you just walked in like nothing happened

you didnt mention the confession to anyone else the whole day and when you entered the gym, it was very tense

the coaches even looked confused

‘did you guys fight?’

you questioned but no one answered

kunimi and kindaichi were playing with a ball and glaring at it as it hit the floor

the 2nd years yes including kyobabie were pouting to the side

the 3rd years looked annoyed and pissed off 

overall just not seijoh babie vibes

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today🧚✨

‘hey’

you gently said and walked to the captain to figure out what was going on

‘oikawa-san, what happened?’

‘are you dating him now, y/n?’

the seriousness in his voice shocked you and you took a step back in surprise

your expression made him think that you did accept the confession and he scoffed before walking away and doing a jump serve that sounded like a canon blasting

but you were actually confused and surprised that they even knew bc you were sure it was a secluded area where no one could see you

‘dating,,,? dating who?’

you asked to them and the 3rd years just knitted their eyebrows

‘dont play coy, y/n-chan’

oikawa hissed

‘no matter how many times i flirted or asked you on dates, you never said yes. never agreed or even showed a little bit of interest. on me!! your captain!!! but now!!! this little grape boy comes along and you suddenly start dating just because he has cats! what kinda bias is this?!’

he started ranting and whining and being a brat that you pinched his nose shut

‘oi, oikawa-san, are you jumping to conclusions again? first the hickey accident and now this?’

he made a whining noise for you to let go and rubbed his nose when you finally let go

you turned around to face the others and you sighed, massaging your temples

‘everyone, who spread this misunderstanding?’

no one pointed to anyone but their gazes settled on the thick eyebrow boy that you were sure wouldnt have ratted you out

a noise of surprise and betrayal escaped from you as mattsun quickly scrambled to get everyone to stop staring at him

‘MATTSUN-SAN! YOU-!’

you pointed at him and mattsun rushed forward to grab your hands before holding them close to his chest

‘y/n-chan, we just saw you when we were passing! it was makki who wanted to tell the others!’

the betrayal made iwa laugh but makki ran up to kick mattsun to the side

‘youre the one who committed the deed! i was merely suggesting it! it was iwaizumi who wanted to watch them first!’

‘IWA-SAN!’

you gasped at the normally chill third year and you didnt expect him to be the one who started it first

iwa panicked and held his hands out cautiously

‘y/n-chan, understand that i was just worried and i didnt want you to be outside by yourself after what happened, okay? i didnt know he was confessing to you’

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly

‘again! whoever and whatever happens in my love life is my business! mine! and only mine! you cannot control it and get angry at ME because i do want a boyfriend and i do want to experience dating bc i want to know how it feels to be loved like that! so i wont let a bunch of children stop me from having that!’

the third years shared a look before they they gave up and nodded in defeat

but oikawa was the most offended

‘Y/N-CHAN! I ASK YOU ON DATES ALL THE TIME AND I ALWAYS OFFER TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE SO WHY CAN’T IT BE ME?! WHAT DOES THAT GRAPE HUMANOID HAVE THAT I DONT?!’

he whined and stomped his foot after crossing his arms and a pout on his face

you shook your head, not even bothering to answer that, and went to the others

‘dont be mad and be upset, okay? i refused him bc i have no time for a relationship when im too busy looking after my own boys. i really dont want to add another’

kindaichi and yahaba’s face scrunched as they rushed forward to hug you 

‘we thought you would leave us y/n-chan!’

‘stay as ours forever, okay?’

you were so relieved that they werent as aggressive as the oldests and gave each player their own favorite hugs

but you stopped in front of kyo, not really knowing how to hug him since youve never exactly showed any type of affection like that

so you were just awkwardly standing there with raised arms but he patted your head, you smiling and leaning more to his touch

‘hm, kyo-san, ya finally warming up to me?’

you teased but he scoffed, gently headbutting you with his forehead against yours

‘now, everyone! dont misunderstand and know that for as long as i will be a manager, i wont be in a relationship bc my time as a manager is too crucial since i would probably have to look after you so you dont get yourself to jail. a boyfriend is adding more boys in to that list and i dont want that. you will be my boys forever and i wont be taken from you so please trust on me and stop being so overprotective bc i wont give them the affection or wishes they want!’

oikawa teared up and was about to go trample you but he was held back

‘no! i want a hug! i want a family hug! cmon, iwa-chan!’

practice went by quickly but you demanded them to do 10 diving laps in punishment for all the misunderstandings theyve created 

but they gladly did it bc it meant that you wont be taken from them and you would be theirs forever and their cute manager is going to pay attention to them and them only

i got serious yandere vibes from this but its so heartwarming that theyre so overprotective and lowkey you got yourself a harem

after practice, they all wanted to walk home with you but you told them that shinsou’s house was the other direction

‘y/n-chan! you said you wouldn’t-’

you rolled your eyes

‘oikawa-san, just because i refused that confession doesnt mean i will stop earning money. i still have to catsit for his family and earn my money!’

they only agreed when kyo said that he was walking that way too but they were still weary and jealous bc he got to spend more time with you than them

as you were both walking, you looked up at him

‘kyo-san, what type of hug do you like?’

‘hah?’

he looked down at you bc we short with wide eyes and flushed cheeks

you smiled and looked forward, skipping slightly

‘everyone in the team has their own special hugs. i want everyone to have one bc you all are individually special to me so-’

but he stopped walking and pulled arm before he lifted you up, making you squeak and wrap your legs around his waist

thank god you were wearing your tracksuit and not your skirt

‘k-kyo-san?’

bruh is it obv that kyoken is one of my favorite seijoh boys like bls love on him

he didnt want you to see his flustered expression bc he still has a reputation to uphold, yanno?

so he tucked it in your neck and you softly smiled before playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck

‘you like this kind then, kyo-san? kinda aggressive but perfectly suits you, yanno?’

he just grunted and you laughed

he wasnt about to tell you that he liked holding you on his arms bc you were so tiny and so you that holding you like this makes him feel like he was protecting you and feel good about himself bc he gets to be the one who shields you from the world

yuhhhhh get it kyo

‘so yahaba-san told me that you got kicked out of class bc you scared the teacher and kids?’

you questioned and he left his spot on your neck and pulled his face back so you could clearly see his face

it was red and possibly flustered but you just snickered

he still held you by his strong arms so you were able to move your small hands to his face where he flinched at first but relaxed when you touched his cheeks

your fingers gently pulled the sides of his lips and you tilted your head to the side

‘you,,, look really handsome when you smile, kyo-san’

you whispered and he was so surprised that his tough mask fell and was replaced by wide eyes and his eyebrows rose up, the intimidating look disappearing from his eyes

‘i-i do?’

you bit your lip bc this was so different from the aggressive kyo you knew and you didnt expect this type of innocence that he just showed you

maybe he wasnt so innocent from the fights and arguments he has started or been in 

but he was so innocent to soft touches and compliments bc he wasnt exposed to it, only used to the ones that were said due to the aura he exuded or his looks

‘yep, you do. so keep smiling for me, kay? dont have to be around the others or all the time, but i,,, want to see it sometimes’

he blinked at you but quickly went back to your neck to hide the big smile that was threatening to come out

you felt his lips move and you laughed

‘noooo! kyo-san!!! i want to see your smilee!!! dont hide it!!!’

but it was cut short when a familiar shout was heard from the other side of the street that was near the school

it seemed that oikawa was worried about you walking alone with kyoken so he followed you both with the other third years

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan!’

he shouted in betrayal

you were about to get away from kyo’s hold but he tightened his grip and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, still staring straight at the captain

‘mine’

again, do you know what happened next?

oikawa screamed

this was actually pretty funny to write bc wowza oikawa is so oikawa and hes just so oikawa-like, yanno? and im still simping over kyoken and shinsou is my ult fave in bnha and i really love him like ugghhhh :’)

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Weird Little Shit

For: @darks-ink

A class discussion held by Wes about Danny’s weirdness was never not going to be an absolute cluster fuck

Wes smacks the board, “alright, fuckers, thank you for coming-”.

“We’re only here because we lost a bet”.

“Shut up, Dash. You shouldn’t have to be strong-armed into learning the truth”. Everyone rolls their eyes at Wes pretty actively. “Anyway, since you all refuse to see or even listen to the truth of what Danny Fenton is. Instead, this. Weird shit about Danny Fenton one oh one”.

Dash snorts, “now this I can get behind, little shit weighs, like, ten pounds or some shit”. Wes points at him aggressively, “exactly”. Scribbling down ‘weighs less than a sack of potatoes' on the board. Star throwing in her two cents, “yeah and I’ve seen Sam just pick him up under her arm and run off”.

Brittney smacks her desk, “half the time he makes food directly in home ec it’s fucking cold, which ew, but also really weird”.

“Oh yeah he does that with his drinks too. He whole ass ‘drank’ a solid chunk of ice, major power move honestly”.

“And remember that snowball fight? I don’t think he ever actually made any snowballs, he just kept acquiring them”.

“Kid made for a great air conditioner when all the windows got stuck shut though; guy runs cold as fuck”.

Wes is just aggressively scribbling more down with a mildly manic grin.

“We should totally invite him to parties so he can keep the fucking beer cold”.

Dash laughs loudly and smacks Dale on the arm, “now there’s an idea!”, deadpanning, “still not inviting freaky Fenton though”. Dale chuckles very awkwardly.

“Well he’s an ice sculptor so that’s not surprising”.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘ice sculptor’? He clearly lifts weights in his spare time”.

“Oh yeah, he lowkey picked up the back end of my car once”.

“James, your car is a tiny little piece of shit. I could lift that damn thing”.

“Hey”.

“Anyway. Like I was saying, people who handle cold shit all the time, you know, like ice sculptors, usually have cold hands”.

“He lifts weights! Not ice sculpts!”.

“Here I though he was a painter”.

“Why the fuck would he be doing that?”.

“Well he’s always randomly splattered in green paint”.

Basically everyone pauses to look at Hanna. Kwan blinking, “the green is ectoplasm, duh”. Emilie shrugging and nodding, “everyone knows that”.

“Well I thought it was paint”.

“Well you’re clearly stupid”.

“Shut up”.

Dash waves everyone off, “so clearly not a painter or weight lifter, because have you seen his goddamn noodle arms?”.

“He lifts weights!”.

“No he doesn’t!”.

“Who cares! Have you seen his dad? Of course he’s a strong little shit! What really gets me is him getting out of locked rooms”.

“Oh he whole ass climbs out windows and shit”.

“All that ecto that gets on his skin makes his hands all sticky, hence why he can climb the side of buildings”.

“When the heck did you see him doing that?”.

“Oh I totally saw him showing off knife swallowing to some elementary kids”.

“I think he hangs out and does drugs or some shit on the roof”.

“So he climbs up the school building to do drugs? Why wouldn’t he just use the hidden steps like a normal person?”,

“I’m pretty sure the kitchen staff actually include him in their budget for missing utensils cause he eats so many of them”.

“Julie, no one’s saying Danny’s close to normal. Also kids got an iron stomach damn”.

Dash has to jump in there, “I totally made him eat my underwear once”. Earning him a round of judging glances. “What? I didn’t expect him to actually do it. I was planning to mock him for pussying out. But then the little fucker went and did it”.

“Power move”.

“Shut up”.

“You fed your underwear to a guy who builds guns?”.

“Excuse me but what?”.

“Maybe him doing so much dangerous shit is why his heartbeats all slow and stuff”.

“Again, excuse?”.

“Well we totally tested everyone’s heart rates and breathing and shit and he’s super low. He blamed his corn supper”.

“That’s stupid”.

“His corn supper had teeth, Todd”.

“Back to the gun making because what?”.

“FentonWorks is a weapon company what do you expect?”.

“James, he made a shotgun out of a pencil, two toothpicks, an elastic band, and a snapped in half penny. The thing was magically welded together”.

“You can’t weld a fucking pencil. It’s wood, moron”.

“Well it was goddamn wielded”.

Wes grumbles, “yeah he welded my binder zipper together once, stupid pyrokinesis”. Star glares at him, “I thought this wasn’t about your crazy conspiracy crap?”. Wes glares at her like she’s stupid.

“Ignoring Wes being crazy again. You guys do know he has laser beam lipstick right? He could totally weld stuff with that”.

“Didn’t he have a tail that one day?”.

“Huh?”.

“That lipstick of his is the plasma peach one right? Because girl I so need some, it makes amazing blush”.

“Oh no a dog just crawled under his shirt. I think he was trying to hide the treats or some shit?”.

“Fucking where? in his shoulder blades?!?”.

“Oh my god that’s right, he can totally pop all his joints out so probably yeah”.

“Since when could he do that? Better yet, why? Fucking ow”.

“His fingers also glow green when he cracks them”.

“Right Right I remember that! We also got him under a black light, totally wild”.

“I wish I could pop out my joints randomly”.

“He probably just eats glow sticks and they leaked into his joints and shit”.

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE”.

“Who cares, take him to a rave”.

“Oh my god yes he does amazing makeup”.

“Wait Fenton does makeup now too?”.

Wes points at Dash, “he’s got to cover up the dead parlour to his skin somehow”. With half the class shouting, “HE’S NOT DEAD”.

Emilie pursing her lips, “but what if he was, that would be hot”.

“EXCUSE ME!?!”.

“Oh get off your vanilla basic bitch high horse, Karen”.

Wes rubs his forehead, “not this shit again”. Smacking the board, “weird shit about Fenton, people! Not y’alls weird necrophilia fetish!”.

“Hey that’s just Emilie”.

Jesse looks genuinely offended, “bitch what? Have you seen a ghost? That glow? Mmmmmh yeah, daddy”.

Star chokes, “oh my god. I love our town”.

Wes sighs, “I should just start blocking you people from seeing ghosts at all. Cover those eyes until you stop BEING FUCKING BLIND”.

“Eyes never stop seeing, they just get covered”.

“NO! NO! BAD!“.

“That weirdly reminds me that Danny can totally walk with his eyes closed”.

“That’s weird how?”.

“How ‘bout you fucking try it then!”.

Dash shrugs, “well his eyes go glowy green all the time so no surprise he can just see through his eyelids”. More than a few people look to him, “why did you not add that to the weird list?”.

“Because it’s not weird”.

“Dash... do you know anyone with goddamn glowing eyes... besides ghosts”.

“Uhhh the entire Defect Quartet”.

“Excuse?!?”.

“Honestly him biting open pop-cans is weirder”.

“Oh god yeah, that’s horrible to hear”.

“He dead ass cut his lip up once doing that and just... kept doing it. There was blood all over his neck”.

“Why the heck didn’t anyone take an edgy aesthetic photo of that? Goddamn”.

“I feel like this is more an off-the-books class on discovering that Danny might actually be hot”.

“You wanna say Fenton’s hot again? I’ll goddamn choke you, motherfucker”.

“Do it you fake ass bear dom”.

A couple of people shuffle out of their desks and away when Dash actually throws a punch at Jasper.

“On a side note, once saw Danny sleeping in a trash can”.

“How is that weird”.

“How isn’t it? It’s a trashcan”.

“And he’s trash, your point”.

“YOU'RE GONNA HAVETA HIT HARDER IF YOU WANT TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION ON YOUR TWINK BOY! HE’S DURABLE AS FUCK!”.

“FUCK YOU!!!”.

“Huh, he did survive falling from the ceiling multiple times and that drowning once”.

“Fucker wasn’t drowned, he can breathe underwater”.

“Excuse me?”.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!”.

Dash snapping his head around, “IM TEACHING HIM A LESSON!”. Jasper just smirks, “I DON’T NEED BREATH PLAY TIPS FROM YOU!”. Dash tries punching him again.

“This is ridiculous, I mean really, Danny would be the dom”. That silenced the entire room.

“What?”.

“Come on, he ate Skulker once ‘cause the guy was coping him an attitude”.

“DANNY EATS GHOSTS?!?”.

Wes turns around and slams his head on the board, “God fuck this is such a cluster fuck”.

“You’re hosting this and holding us hostage here”.

“YOU’RE NOT MY HOSTAGES! YALL LOST A BET!”.

“Oh suck my toes”.

“WHAT?!”.

“While Wes loses his mind for the fifth time this week, what we’ve got is he’s icy as shit, likes welding and makeup and ice sculptures and weight lifting, weighs fuck all, just vores goddamn everything, and climbs shit weirdly well?”.

“You’re forgetting all the glow shit”.

“HA! Glowing shit”.

“Fuck Todd, you are a dumbass”.

“IN SHORT LOCAL ELDRITCH TEEN BUT HE’S STILL NOT A GODDAMN GHOST WES!”

“FUCK YOU! IT’S SO GODDAMN OBVIOUS HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE LIKE THIS OHMYGOD!”.

Just then Danny Fenton opens up the door, the class going dead silent while he glances around slowly. Him looking to the whiteboard, then slowly back to his fellow teens, speaking “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no”, while slowly backing out and closing the door.

At first, no one says anything before Star snickers, “pffft”; the entire classroom bursting out into laughter directly afterwards.

Wes turning around and smacking his head on the board once again, “why. Just. Why me”.

END.

Prompt: Wacky reveals (ex: Danny drying up too quickly bc intangibility, Danny's drink stays cool way too long, people's electronic devices are always more charged when they've been near Danny, etc)

[palmett-hoes]

which of the foxes do you think get tattoos in the future?? and like what tattoos??? ive been thinking abt andrew possibly getting tattoos but then idk if it would fit him??? idk lol

hmm i'm of mixed mind on this one tbh. on the one hand, i’m a Huge Slut for tattoos and body mods. ik yall have never seen me bc ive never posted a selfie but i have a bunch of piercings and a couple tattoos myself. on the other hand im sorta iffy at best on if i think andrew would get them

piercings are definitely a hard no for him. as someone who plays a contact sport (with a helmet!) and gets into fistfights, he’d basically have to be a goddamn moron to have peircings, which he isn’t. though actually i do hc that he has a split lobe because when he was in high school he pierced his own ear, then had it torn out in a fight later and almost took half his ear with it. no more after that

in terms of tattoos... i can basically only think of reasons why he wouldn’t get them, in all honesty. they require having a stranger touch you for an extended period of time, often times having to remove clothes to do it, which is a big ol’ no-no for him

more than that tho, tattoos are... personal. they say something about you, about who you are, what you value. even the most meaningless tattoo conveys a message about you, even if it’s just your sense of humor or an art style you like. i tend to be a little cagey about really going in depth about what my tattoos mean, because they represent things that are very personal and also very vulnerable to say out loud, and of course i’m not obligated to explain them to anyone, but they are,,, exterior. other people can see them. people can ask me about them

andrew is an intensely private person. he’s rarely been able to keep things that are meaningful in his life, most of them get taken away from him, and a lot of them have been used against him. he’s learned to be very guarded about what information about himself he shares, down to the littlest details. for this reason, especially because i’m familiar with the vulnerable feeling of having something personal on my skin for other people to see,even if  they don’t know what it means, i,,,,, have a very hard time seeing andrew with tattoos, from the standpoint of character analysis

that probably isn’t what you wanted to hear, sorry

i can definitely see it being different for other foxes, though

neil for instance i can see getting tattoos for basically the same but opposite reason of why i can’t see andrew getting them

like,,, even just about their scars and the possibility of them getting covered by tattoos. i can see neil wanting to get it done but i can’t see andrew wanting it

for andrew, his scars serve a purpose to him. he did them to himself and he choose to do it in order to exert control on himself to psychologically survive a time when he didn’t have control over anything else. they’re honestly a mark of strength for him. he covers them not because he’s ashamed of them but because they’re something personal to him, and he doesn’t think that strangers should be able to have access to that information about him so easily

with neil, yes his scars are also a sign of strength and survival, but neil himself doesn’t really view them that way. he hides them not only because they’re identifiable, but because they honestly trigger him. they’re more of a reminder of other people hurting him and hunting him and making him powerless than they are a reminder of him resisting and triumphing

i think if he covered them with tattoos it would function as a reclamation of his body. it’s not an attempt to erase his history, because the scars would still be there, but he could cover them with something that reminds him of being strong rather than something that reminds him of being weak

not to mention, neil - unlike andrew - does have a desire to be seen, he just also has a fear of being understood. neil’s main motivation throughout the books, why he makes so many choices that knowingly put himself at risk, is his desire to be seen, to be known. he wants to be remembered, he wants to matter. he wants to be famous. he wants people to know his name. he loves exy but part of what he loves is the crowd, is being watched

but he also knows that this is dangerous. his mother beat into him how forbidden this was, so he’s also afraid of presenting his authentic self just as much as he desires it

(not to be an andreil stan again but this is also why he and andrew just,, work. because andrew is simultaneously so persistent to uncover neil’s truths yet so respectful of his boundaries at the same time. neil wants andrew to see him, and at the same time he doesn’t, so when andrew first tries to pry neil runs away, and andrew backs off just enough for neil to settle down. then andrew tries again, pries into neil just until he starts to retreat, and then stops. he breaks through that shell of hesitency and fear that neil’s life enforced on him and invites him to come out and be seen, and neil WANTS to be seen, wants to step out and be known. it’s just,, such a precarious relationship, but at the same time such a perfect one)

which is why tattoos covering his scars seems perfect. that feeling i described of someone seeing your tattoos, that’s a feeling neil craves, that perfect balance between being seen and not known, of having yourself be on display and at the same time being hidden and undecipherable

[angelthebedsheet]

Can we please get a scenario where black reader is having a horrible day and she’s walking pass Karasuno volleyball team and Tsukishima say some half slick shit so black reader just turns around and starts beating his ass?

a/n: CHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT TILL THE WEEKEND TO UPdate BUT I SAW THIS AND BABY I HAD TO JUMP ON YHAT SHIT YALL STARTING TO KNOW THAT I LOVE WRITING Y/N WHOOPING A S S

leTs Get IT YALL

——————————————————————————

GRRT POW OKAY SOOOOO

now your day was absolute SHIT

your hair wasn’t cooperating and the hairstyle you wanted to try wasnt doing right

so you just did the same slickback bun

then you lost your earrings twice so you had to wear those ones that were your least favorite

it took you five minutes to find your socks

you felt like shit

you couldnt even find your lashes so you went lashless on a FRIDAY

you didnt even walk to school with yachi this morning so she KNEW something was up

you were in a bad mood all day and tsukishima of all people kept poking fun at you which usually didnt bother you

“wow for once you dont look like snuffalufocous”

“tsukishima shut the fuck up”

he’s LIVING for that

usually you can clapback

clapback game STRONG

“you had that hairstyle for the past couple of weeks.”

“swear to god tsukishima stop.”

yamaguchi is already betting your gonna pop off today

“tsukki i think you should stop”

yachi’s praying for him

now time skip

ya day got even worse

tsukishima was MILKING it and you were tired of it

you were FINISHED

you were about to leave when you walked past the gym

“look there’s a mole rat crawling back to the sewer drains.”

you turned your ass back tf around and walked into that gym

now yamaguchi and yachi feel the irritation coming off of you

you threw your bookbag on the ground and you took off your blazer

“on my fucking mama you keep talking SHIT tsukishima but thats alright imma beat ya ass for that then. since you wanna talk like a bitch you can get dragged like one, hoe”

tHEN HERE COMES THE INSTAGAITORSSSSSSS

“OOOHHHHHHH” -tanaka

“GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” noya

sugawara been EXCITED for some drama

AND HIS HOMEGIRL ABOUT TO THROUGH HANDSSSSSS

“yeah okay sure go back to the pound”

the team is INVESTED NOW

kiyoko and asahi went 👀 too

now you just run up on ya boy and WITH THE POWER OF

Z E U S H I M S E L F

you SWANG ON THE NIGGA

GOT HIM IN THE CHEEK

THE SOUND OF THE IMPACT WAS SOLID BABY

“DAMNNNNN” - the whole team

now that bitch caught off guard and stumbling

and he LIVID

i hc that if tsukki can talk allat shit his hands can also make up for it

i know his brother was play fighting with him too when they were younger

“put em up bitch”

“alright lets fucking go then”

now yall SCRAPING

nun of the playing shit

yall getting solid hits on each other

aint nobody stepping in

yall hitting like mf BOXERS up in that bitch

you even got him in the bleachers

you KNOW damn WELL someone’s recording aka tanaka

nishinoya is HYPING YOU UP bc i KNOW he been WANTING to swing on him but he cant bc he’s his senpai

“WHOOP HIS ASS Y/N GO IN BITCH!”

both of yall hits are connecting

tsukishima got a GOOD hit in and busted ya lip

now you mad

idk about yall but if i got my lip busted it would be over im going ham let out the beast

havent had a fight where im bleeding yet irl

back to our scheduled program

if you’re worrying about your skirt dont worry you wear biker shorts under that bitch aint nobody getting flashed

yall finally move from the bleachers

you are even more pissed

yall both are leaking by now

the team finally starting to intervene

yamaguchi, asahi and ennoshita holding tsukishima back

suga, daichi and tanaka holding you back

hinata and yachi standing inbetween yall

“AYE YO YAMAGUCHI GET YA BOY AND TELL HIS BUM ASS TO STOP TALKING MAD SHIT FORE I KNOCK HIS ASS THE FUCK OUT”

“KNOCK ME OUT THEN BITCH. KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT LIKE YOU CLAIM YOU WOULD.”

kageyama just standing there like “bitches started fighting and i was deadass rootin for her but um... ion know now wtf do i do.”

cap’n daichi speak up like GO GET COACH UKAI AND TAKEDA TF???

he like alr bet and call that nigga freeces BECAUSE HE’S GON

more words are being said

tsuki says some REALLY slick shit

yall were RELEASED AND BABY YOU SERVED HIM THAT ONE TWO MUHAMMAD ALI COMBO PUNCH THAT MADE HIS KNEES BUCKLE LMAOAOAOOAOAOAOAO

when tanaka went in nishinoya took a hold of the phone to record

that man is becoming a professional cameraman with the angles he getting

he getting on the floor

his hands are mad fucking steady even tho he’s screaming DUMMY LOUD

tsuki bounces back and yall are back at it

them hits baby...

LOUD

everybody getting loud

nishinoya doing straight LAPS around yall SCREAMING

asahi is like the only once trying to like pull yall away but you accidentally swang on him

“damn aight im out”

he dropped that idea and went to sit down bc this getting too much for him

when he went to school today he definitely didnt think you would almost rock his shit

kageyama bust in that bitch like

“THE FEDS ARE HERE”

que for everyone look innocent

you kicked tsukishima down there and grabbed ya shit then DIPPED

yall both looking rough but tsuki..... you got him

coach ukai and takeda get there just as you book it out there

tsukishima was deadass about to chase you tf down bc that was PLAYING DIRTY

not yo fault this bitch a 6’0 tall bean pole with muskle

takeda got glasses so he was like nishinoya GET HER NEOW

nishinoya’s a fast mf so he was like alr BET

tanaka’s phone was RETRIVED AND IN HIS BAG

he def sending that to the group chat that you, coach and takeda and tsuki arent apart of bc snitches get stitches

nishinoya BOOKING IT after you

you sitting on the sidewalk with some tissues wiping your nose

nishinoya pulled up like “WASSUP MY LIL CHAMPION”

“okay so takeda sent my ass after you but imma just let you go home and imma just pretend you fought me on this then went all flash gordon on us and dipped. aight?”

“okay.”

“lets take a picture bc i’ll be damned if i dont memorialize this shit. how you feel now?”

“tired and my face hurts a lil”

“who knew yall both could pack a punch like a lunchable.”

“mh.”

yall took a pic

you KNOW the type of pic

“my homegirl just whooped some ASS lets GOOOO”

caption filter posted on his private instagram

then he let you go dummy fast

went back to takeda like nah she was gone

tsukishima got ice packs on his face, clothes ruffled, hair crazy, sports glasses crooked

that bitch is PISSED

deadass wants a round two

you on the other hand fixed yourself up and got a snack

you told ya mom that you got into a fight

even asahi cheek sting a lil

i think the whole team fw the fact you beat his ASS

walking home yamaguchi tried to talk about it to him asking if he was okay

tsukishima damn near beheaded him and yamaguchi said fuck that i wanna live past 20

on monday....

whew you were in a good ass mood

i mean lashes on hair popping lip gloss shinin like chicken grease

shit was a good day bc you WANTED to see how he looked after it

you knew you got good hits in

you on the other hand covered up your bruises with foundation (fenty)

popped on some cute ass fake (or real) glasses to hide anything else

tsukishima was PISSED lookin at you

at the end of the month yall became cool again so alls good

[satanloveschicken]

Midnight thoughts -B.C.

-Bang Chan

This is a comfort one shot i wrote for myself bc i was sad so i hope it cheers u up bc it worked for me. This was originally an entire fic idea but i’m not sure i want to write a whole ass fic rn but if yall want the entire thing just lmk. also i totaly turned this in as an assignment for my creative writing class. I’m such a clown. omfg

warnings : mentions of suicide, theme of self degrading thoughts, angst

word count : 1,017 

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“Maybe I should kill myself,” the girl leaning on the balcony rail mumbled to herself. She in fact should not kill herself. But oh, did she so desperately want to.

           The light of the street lamps cast a soft glow over the girls face as she admired the sight below her. Scattered blobs of color from other houses and apartments shone around her. Stars twinkled far above as a light breeze brushed through her hair. The smell of fresh spring rain lingered. God, did Faryn love that smell. It always brought the comfortable reminder of home, but not tonight. No, tonight she hated it. Tonight it brought the reminder of her dead parents.

           Faryn’s hands slipped from where they were resting on the railing to her sides, lying limp. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

           Why did they have to die? Why did they have to leave us so early? I don’t know what to do without them.

           The cement of the apartment’s wall was cool against her clammy back, her sinuses started to sting. A pressure built up behind her closed eyes. Felix can take care of himself. He has a life here. I shouldn’t have intruded. Faryn didn’t have a choice though. It was either move in with Felix in a new country or stay in Australia where everything reminded her of her parents. Maybe she didn’t want Felix to be alone, or maybe it was really her that needed him more than he needed her.

           It’s just him and her now. Two siblings against the world. She didn’t want it to be just them though. She wanted to be sitting at the dinner table laughing, surrounded by her mom and dad and Felix on family game night. She wanted to be baking a traditional recipe with her mom. She wanted to be working on broken cars with her dad. She didn’t want to be sitting on her younger brother’s apartment’s balcony crying. Yet here she was. Doing exactly that.

           A car honked far below on the street and Faryn flinched. Images flashed in her mind. Blinding lights. Screams. The smell of spilled oil. Fire.

           Faryn slammed her palms into her eyes, as if she could rub out the memories. “No, not now! I don’t want to. Not right now!” She whispered. More tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, gradually sliding down her cheeks.

Faryn shifted on the hard concrete carrying the sound of her pills moving with her. She froze. With a shaky hand she dug the bottle out of her pants pocket. Everything seemed to fade away as she stared at the bottle full of tiny little anti-depressants. Maybe she was delusional but the bottle stared back at her. Taunting her. Egging her on. Wanting her to pop the lid and throw them to the back of her throat.

Yet something stopped her. A voice in the back of her mind. Screaming at her not to do it. But she shoved that voice down. Down, down, down into the deepest parts of her mind and locked it up. A dumb idea really but she clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

Faryn’s thumb freed the pill bottle’s lid from its attachment. The tiny white pills spilled into her hand like a rushing waterfall.

The sliding glass door crashed open and Faryn whipped her head in its direction. There stood her neighbor, staring down at her folded form with sad eyes. His eyebrows were creased in what Faryn might’ve thought was worry. She looked up at him. Her eyes wide and questioning, filled with tears.

He took a step forward, and then another when Faryn didn’t react, up until he was sliding down the wall to sit next to her.

She knew who he was. She knew that he was Chris, Felix’s best friend and now her new neighbor. But what she couldn’t fathom was that he was here. Trying to comfort her when he could be anywhere else. Doing whatever else he wanted. She didn’t understand why someone would value her. She didn’t get why he would pull her into his arms. She couldn’t figure out why he let her cry into his shoulder or why he rubbed comforting circles on her back. She didn’t know but she didn’t care. She kind of liked being held.

The pills that were seconds away from being taken now lay discarded on the floor. The white a stark contrast against the dark gray. They stood out the same way darkness does against light.

Soft sobs spilled into the night. Followed by hiccups and sniffles. They stayed like that for a while. Just sitting. Faryn crying and Chris comforting her.

He wished he could do something more for her but he didn’t know what. He knew not to mention cars or board games but maybe, just maybe, baking something could help her feel better. Probably not one of the recipes Faryn and her mom would make, but maybe a simple chocolate cookie. Cookies almost always cheered people up. They sure seemed to do the trick for him.

Chris’s voice was just above whisper when he spoke, “Cookies? I can make you some cookies and we can put on a silly movie.” He held her tighter, like she might break any second.

The hiccuping slowed down as Faryn took deep breaths. In through her nose and out through her mouth. “Yeah.” Her voice broke on the one word but she smiled anyways. “Yeah,” she repeated, nodding her head that was still lying on his chest.  

“Chocolate chip or sugar?”  

“Chocolate chip.” Faryn’s head moved back so she could look at Chris and his grip loosened a tiny bit, “Please.”

Her smile was breathtaking and her eyes lit up for the first time in a week. Even with snot and tears running down her face she looked like she was gonna be alright for a little while longer.

Chris’s own mouth turned up into a lopsided smile, “Alright, sounds like a plan.”  

After all, a dying plant can still recover with the help of tender care and love.

[lemonietrinket]

Gyu ||| Changbin x Reader

Summary: You’re a little bit sad, and Changbin will not have that. He’s on cheering-up duty and he is not wasting any time nor effort Genre: FLUFF with a tiny bit of angst bc you’re a lil sad k Warning(s): None Word Count: 1062 Theme Song: Love Song - Big Bang look the lyrics dont fit but the mood of the song does bc .. idk it just does AN: Apparently, a rather specific idea from @idontknowapil who always has good ideas so. Welcome to fluff-field

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You’d missed your bus.

It wasn’t the end of the world, but it did mean you had to wait another hour at the end of a forested street with no other company to catch the next one.

With little signal and definitely no wifi, you had been completely alone, except for the odd crow that hopped past. They all seemed to be searching for the same treasure, going by how desperately they sifted through the dirt and mudded leaves. And you weren’t far off from joining them in their search by the time the bus arrived, being positively ready to turn feral to scavenge for food and survive in the wilderness.

Ok maybe you were being dramatic.

But this is what Changbin heard and though he wasn’t impressed with your boss keeping you behind, he held his tongue and decided to focus his efforts into cheering you up instead.

You were sprawled on the sofa as he returned from retrieving the things he needed from his room. With a grin, he came to stand at the end by your feet, marvelling at you and your beauty and how you expected nothing as you pouted with your eyes closed.

In a matter of seconds, your eyes shot open only to see a canvas of green obscuring the world as he draped the blanket previously wrapped round his arm over you, ‘accidentally’ covering your face in the process.

A few seconds of stilled silence followed, before you then pushed the edge away to reveal your exaggeratedly-distasteful expression. Your hair had caught and frazzled slightly around your face, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Even if you’d disagree, he thought you looked adorable. And it showed, as he immediately headed over to your side, kneeling so your eyes were closer to level.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he began, a strong arm lifting to allow him to lay a finger upon the top of your nose.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, bub.”

You let him caress the strands of hair from your face, instead taking in the features of his and making sure the moment would be embroidered into your memories forever.

He was so gentle with you, a sweet smile always teasing at his cloudy cheeks. He’d make up for the time you’d lost. Easily.

He was a miracle of sorts, like that.

“Do you feel happier yet?” he murmured, voice so oddly delicate, it was as if he spoke so the world wouldn’t shatter.

Perhaps he was scared you would.

“A lot better, now that you’re here,” you whispered, fingers teasing the seams of the blanket. You continued, almost tentatively, “But you’re not close enough...!”

His expression softened as he seemed to sink into a shade of guilt. “I know, I want to be even closer too,” he edged towards you as if to emphasise his point, fingers coming to rest at your chin, “but I’ve got to go and get our dinner.”

“We’re having takeaway?!” you cried, spirits lifted even further. “What are we having?”

“Your favourite, of course,” he eased his thumb over to your cheek, “but that does mean I have to leave you for a bit.”

You visibly dimmed at that, but Changbin wouldn’t let you get sad again. After all, he had a plan.

His hand left your skin suddenly cool as he turned his eyes down to the floor, picking up something he’d carefully placed there.

“But I don’t want you to be alone, so...” He held up a plush Munchlax and placed him upon the sofa cushion by your shoulder. “I’m leaving Gyu on cuddle duty.”

Your eyes went as wide as the moon once they settled upon the sight of Changbin’s beloved plushie.

You’d never expected him to let you have the small thing, he’d always kept him out of sight and reach.

But here he was, making sure you wouldn’t be lonely. And it would be a lie to say you didn’t have to push down the leap of your heart.

“Gyu!” you exclaimed softly, hands hesitantly peaking out from beneath the blanket to very carefully take him into your arms.

“You’re sure you’ll be ok without me here?” he asked aimlessly. He knew the answer; he saw it in the joy that glistened in your eyes as they settled upon his plushie. He’d kept Gyu away from you for so long, it seemed you’d given up on the hope of actually ever holding the cuddly toy. Why he’d done so eluded not only you, but him too. You’d always expressed a love for the Munchlax as soon as you laid eyes upon him, and you never thought any less of Changbin for having him—it had quite the opposite effect actually. But nevertheless, Gyu was here now, in your arms, reminding you of Changbin and thus love and comfort and home.

“I’ll have Gyu! Of course I’ll be ok!” you asserted. “You should go, otherwise they’ll bin our food.”

He grinned, stroking your temple as he got to his feet, words abandoning him momentarily before he returned to his senses. 

Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss upon your lips. Sweet as always, it was short and chaste but it did not fail to take your breath away, all while he lingered against the warmth of your smile.

“I’ll be off then,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes as he leant away.

He seemed to hesitate as he mentally convinced himself to drag his legs away from you and head towards the front door. A chance you couldn’t waste.

You reached up and pressed a finger against the bridge of his nose, running it across the smooth curve all the way down to the tip playfully.

“Bye, Binnie,” you giggled, chin nuzzled into the head of the Munchlax.

Unable to hide his soft laughter, he took a hold of your hand, placing a brief kiss upon your knuckle, before finally shifting away from the sofa and striding across the room.

As he passed through the hallway and reached the door and pulled the chair lock across, he glanced back through to catch another glimpse of you.

And that was when he realised the reason why he didn’t want you to have Gyu.

He sighed at himself as he stepped into the cold outside.

Jealous of a cuddly toy. What had he come to.

~~~

AN: Do yall think I’m going to be tumblr famous one day? That would be cool tbh ngl

Hope yall enjoyed!

Masterlist

[frobisher-smythe]

House of Cheats/House of Rumors

HOA Rewatch episodes 8/9

I feel so bad for patricia here like damn that’s so scary

and even her mom doesn’t believe her :(((

poor mick, listening to a language is hard :( and jeromes lil smirk u bitch

mara I literally cannot believe someone so smart would do something so stupid and then not even change her handwriting or her answers a lil so it’s not obviously cheating

I already made a wholeass post about this so I’m not gonna get into it but like the thing with joy could’ve been so much better handled

jerome u manipulate lil shit (I love jerome just not until his redemption ark lmao) (it should also be noted he never apologized to alfie and for that he gets minus points but we aren’t there yet lol)

why do they all change clothes so much like that’s so much laundry you’d have to do and I know trudy does most of it but like I’d feel guilty having someone else do my laundry if I went to boarding school itd be uniform to pjs immediately

tell me more jerome must be a dangerous phrase

I stg these kids are like grasping at strings that happen to be the right thread by some crazy coincidence one moment and the next things so wya over their head like the stairs Obviously look like the eye of horus and you should get that bc you stare at both the stairs and your necklace all day

alfie and jerome are so dumb lmao love them 

i might just be a dumbass but I would’ve just taken the phonograph and hid it and then listened to it in their lil wood place away from the house. just put that thing in a duffle bag and say you hitting the gym

the scream of the cylinder is so well timed I would’ve been so freaked out if I was them

also why are they not behind the panel while they’re doing this???

fabian’s favorite insult is witch, patricia’s is weasel

ahhhh Now they’re behind the panel, good work lads

awwww he gives her his jacket how cute

am I the only one that thinks corbierre sounds really creepy

AMBER I LOVE YOU TOU DRAG THEIR ASSES

mick instantly climbing on top fabian wonderful

fabian’s lil nervous hair flip before

“I mean you and me? ridiculous” “yeah no totally” YALL ARE STUPID

winkler: “I love you” mick and fabian, who are standing extremely close: awkward look and step back

and then they can’t even say it to each other ugh it’s funny but it’s toxic masculinity so I won’t indulge

“I would tell you but I’m pretty sure you’ll make something up anyway” iconic, literally the foundation of sibuna’s operating

I feel so bad for patricia she just is really going through it

nina. babe. you really can’t. talk to yourself on the toilet while looking at secret treasure. it can wait.

“I never tell a secret” WHAT ABOUT THIS MORNING BITCH

to be fair tho the only person she ever clued in on was alfie and that was after nina and fabian halfway did it. she was even the most against telling joy, for the reason that other people shouldn’t be in danger, not even her own beef with her.

but we’re not there yet, back on track

lmaoooo I love amber with the garlic and shoes and thinking boy scouts is the bible she’s so iconic, she the favorite character of the week

on the above comes two iconic lines: “I can’t actually run away in them” and the most defeated looking fabian “amber that’s the boy scouts”

can amber teach me how to do hair bc I can’t do it

where’d he get motor oil is there like a general store on campus. idk how boarding schools work but I imagine it’s not accurate bc nina walks to a nursing home like three times a week

also amber babe you can’t be yelling and knocking stuff over. you are being sneaking. dw tho this skill will quickly improve with a lil too much practice

“unlike you ms. millington I was not born yesterday” iconic line, point one victor

“I’m on a fridge raid” another iconic line, instantly steals victors point and adds another giving amber two and victor nill

motherfucker what kinda school let’s a stalker in the house easy like my god even with victor being as paranoid as he is rufus still be creepin like wtf

also what was the point of him staring at her in bed like really rufus???

and we end the episode on yet another traumatic moment for patricia, that’s strike 3

and that is also the last episode on disc one!!! I love this show so much and season one is so iconic. thanks for letting me rant you y’all about the episodes :))

[quitetommy]

i didn’t mean it

yeet freakin yeet!!! my angsty peter fic i told yall about!!!! almost 2K words!! quite possibly one of the longest ones ive ever done. so listen this whole thing is literally a trigger warning. there is an incident of “physical abuse” (using quotes bc its like not rly but like it is but like idk just read it and youll know what i mean) but stay warned and stay safe babes!!!

It felt like they were talking in circles. The young couple had this conversation over and over and over again. They talked and argued until they were blue in the face. And unfortunately this night was no different. Upon making her way into the small one bedroom loft, she let out a breath and moved to slam the door shut behind her. Unfortunately, her lovely boyfriend caught it before it was able to slam against the frame. The superhero sighed too, he slowly pushed the door shut, locking it. When he turned back around, his girlfriend was sitting on the small, dirty couch they owned. Her head was in her hands and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He had made her feel this way. He was the cause for this. It was always his fault.

He moved to sit in front of her, on the floor. The brunet placed his hands on her thighs. He was hoping it was an endearing gesture, but as soon as he did she jumped up from her seat. She put as much distance between her and the boy. She was acting like he had burned her with a simple touch to her legs.

Another skip to his heart.

Y/N had her hands in her hair, she was pacing around, heavy breaths leaving her small mouth. She was angry, furious, even. That’s when Peter decided to say something.

“Y/N, I-” His voice stopped short when she turned around on her heal. Her eyes held so much rage; an emotion that had never been in her eyes when looking at Peter Parker. Until now that is.

She threw her hands out, tired and exasperated, “Peter, I. . . “ She paused, shaking her head, “I can’t even look at you right now.”

The tired girl rubbed her eyes, sighing again. “Peter, you’re being ridiculous and controlling and jealous. I’m getting tired of it!”

Peter stood up, fists clenching. He was getting upset too. No longer was he the sweet boy that was going to apologize. No, now he was just as angry.

“What?” His voice was scary calm and she felt her blood run cold; He had never spoken to her like that before- the boy continued on, ignoring the skip in her heartbeat, “What did you just say?”

Y/N took in the sight of the upset boy in front of her. His eyes were wide and irate, his face had begun to turn red with fury, and his fists were clenched so tightly that she was worried he might break a finger or two. Ignoring this, and her better judgement, she countered his raging words.

“You heard me!” she yelled, in the back of her mind she was thinking about their neighbors and how they might get a noise complaint if they kept this up. “I never once said anything about you and Liz! Or you and Gwen! Or even you and MJ! Why is this any different?!”

Peter laughed. He actually laughed, and Y/N was actually questioning if he had lost his mind. And then she decided that he had when he spoke, “Because your my girlfriend! You should know better!”

Y/N laughed too, she placed her hands in her hair, pulling hard. Her body was so full of rage and hurt and every other emotion but happiness and love that she was shaking. She had never been so angry with the pretty boy before her. “What?! Know better than what?! What did i do that was so fucking bad, Peter?”

“Flirting!” It was one word. One word and the angry woman wanted to punch something, yell something, break something, through something. Anything. She was so fucking angry and she had never felt like this with Peter. Their fights were never this bad.

Peter yet again ignored the way her heart hitched when he yelled, instead he watched as she dropped her hands, laughing bitterly. “Fuckin’ hell, Peter. Flirting. What a fucking joke.”

She continued to shake her head at him, “I can’t with you anymore. Fuck.” The pretty girl threw her hands out, shrugging, tears were now at her eyes, ready to spill over. She wasn’t sad, no, she was angry. So, so, so fucking angry.

The small apartment was silent, no words were passed between the fighting lovebirds. That was until a sob was released from her mouth, an ugly gut wrenching breath following. Peter took a step forward, only for Y/N to take a few steps back. She was almost against the wall, trying to place some distance between the two. Peter was hurt, angry, sad. Maybe that’s why it happened. Maybe that’s why his emotions got the best of him. The following events happened so fast neither knew what was happening until it was too late for anything to happen.

Y/N nodded at the boy in front of her, “Never once have I ever questioned you about all the girls you’ve been with.” Her voice was soft at first, like she was testing out what she wanted to say and how it was to come off her tongue. Then she started to get louder with each word until she was yelling again. “Never have I ever doubted you! Ever!! And here you fucking come- with your insecurities and your fucking ‘i own you’ shit! Actin’ like you fuckin’ own the place! News flash, Peter Parker, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

Tears were streaming down her face as she yelled. “And for your information, I never flirted with anyone other than you! Unlike you, you’re always off bein’ all lovey with MJ and I never fuckin’ said anything!” She paused to take a breath, but then jumped right back into it, all of her anger from the past months coming out now. “Never said a fucking word. Not when you stood me up for her, not when you constantly talk about ‘er, not even when you have your fuckin’ heart eyes for her! Not even when people ask me how long you two have been together. You love her, Peter and I never-”

And before they knew it, Y/N was pushed up against the wall, a grunt leaving her parted lips, and Peter pressing one hand against her throat and the other on the wall next to her head. He was seeing red, red hot anger filling his usually cool veins. He punched the wall next to her, yelling out. The drywall easily cracked underneath his powerful hand. The pretty girl who was once yelling at her boyfriend in anger was now crying, fear in her eyes. That was when Peter finally spoke, “‘M not in fucking love with her. Don’t fuckin’ say that!” For a moment, just a moment, he had forgotten where he was. He had forgotten that he was talking to his adorably fragile girlfriend and not some insane criminal.

The spell was broken a few seconds later for Peter when his gorgeous girl grunted out, winded, “P-Peter, I can’t breathe.”

It was like he was seeing for the first time. His head was finally clear and there was no more hate in his heart. Now he was feeling regret and sadness and fear. When he realised what he had done, he immediately let go. He skidded back a few feet, trying to put as much room between them as he could. His heart shattered when he saw how Y/N reached up to place a soft hand on her burning throat.

Tears fell from Peter’s eyes as he watched the heartbreaking scene in front of him. His breath was choppy and fast, “Y/N, I-I-I didn’t- I’m so sorry!” He was shaking his head rapidly, breath now not coming to him. It was like they had switched- it was like he was the one with the vice on his throat, tightening until all his precious air was gone, never to return.

He watched through watery eyes how his girlfriend stepped closer to him, hands stretched out and mouth moving, forming words he couldn’t hear. “N-No! Don’t come near me!”

When she didn’t listen and stepped closer he stepped backwards. This only caused her to try again, this time she was able to reach out and touch him. This, however, sent him across the room and out the front door, leaving his wondering girlfriend in the quiet apartment.

Hours and many tears later, Y/N was in their shared bed, unfortunately alone. She had tried calling Peter ever since he left, but every time it went to voicemail and quite honestly, Y/N was starting to grow worried. Of course she didn’t blame the loving boy. She knew he didn’t mean it, she was just as angry and she could’ve easily done the same to him. She just really hoped he was alright.

It was another hour before the familiar sound of the lock twisting and then the door opening was heard through the loft. She didn’t move though, instead she stayed in their bed, her back facing the door. She wanted to see what he was going to do; she didn’t want to scare him off again.

Peter’s heavy footsteps made their way to the shared room, slowly. They stopped at the doorway, before a small sound of shuffle was made and then she felt him kneel down next to the bed. Her eyes were closed, her breath even, hoping that Peter thought she was asleep. Fortunately for her, he believed that she was. The sleepy girl felt Peter hesitantly put his hand on her arm. At first his fingertips just barely touched her, but then his whole hand came down, softly. She heard him sniff and then she felt his head on the bed.

This was when she decided to ‘wake up’. Opening her eyes and turning, she asked in her best sleepy voice, “Peter?” Her voice was like a waking call for him and he quickly ripped away his hand, hugging it close to his chest, and fell back onto his butt. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and he felt like absolute shit. “Peter, hey. I was so worried. Where-”

“Stop.” His voice was soft, scratchy. He was so sorry. He wanted to take the whole day back. He wanted to go back to this morning when it was just Y/N and him in their bed alone and happy. None of this bullshit. He was afraid that she was going to leave him.

She said his name again, “Peter.” This time sadly, tears in her voice, “Pete, please.” She reached out for him, her hand just barely coming in contact with his skin. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I-I hurt you.” He cried. She shook her head pushing herself up on her arms. “You didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t. I’m so sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it.” He cried out again, tears spilling. Y/N pulled herself up and out of the bed and then over to him. She wrapped her arms around the sobbing boy. He just kept saying how he didn’t mean it over and over. It was like that was the only thing he knew how to say. Her hands came up to his curls and she pushed them away from his face, kissing his hairline. She nodded, “I know. I know you didn’t. It’s okay. I’m okay. We’re okay.” and that was when he pulled her close, saying it again, just for the both of them to hear it, “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it.”

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so @buffyannes​ and @saltierthanpearl​ sent me replies to the ask meme, one of them being two questions and the other being everything on the list :O so now that i’ve gotten a chance to sit down and think about it, here goes!

1. song of the year? pin by hippo campus really stuck with me. love those boys

2. album of the year? hit the dirt by mega mango! there’s no reason they haven’t blown tf up yet

3. favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? sure sure, for sure B^) their last album was great and i’m getting tix to their show for christmas, which will be a lot of fun

4. movie of the year? detective pikachu was super wholesome! i also don’t remember anything else i saw lmaoooo

(continues under the break)

5. TV show of the year? yall know i don’t keep up with this nonsense

6. episode of TV or webisode that defined the year for you? the steven universe finale was pretty special. the song “change your mind” fuckin did things to me man

7. favorite actor of the year? i don’t know who’s cool anymore so i’m gonna cop out and say me!!!!! bc i decided to audition for a show for the first time in three years??? and somehow got in??? so yeah catch me at the local theatre yall it’ll be lit

8. game of the year? since i’m trying to pick things that were released this year i guess my choice would be smash ultimate by default, even though i wouldn’t say it defines my taste overall? i never buy games at release tbh, hype is less important than how well they withstand the test of time.

9. best month for you this year? april was a good month, though the beginning of the end, in a way.

10. something that made you cry this year? well officially, truly, no holds barred Coming Out was uhhhhhhh hard

11. something you want to do again next year? alternative spring break! spending a week volunteering was a transformative experience. i wrote pages and pages in my journal about it.

12. talk about a new friend you made this year i’m gonna talk about all of the new friends i’ve made in my office! they welcomed me into conversations from the start and lucky for them, i fit in instantly. (i like to say they should be glad they aren’t stuck with a front desk worker who doesn’t have stage 50 internet brain poisoning 😂) i love how we all Get each other’s sense of humor, but know when to self-regulate or take others’ needs seriously. we all kind of have our own niche interests but you never get a funny look for bringing Your Shit up. i’m very lucky to have just walked right into somewhere i feel meant to be (especially compared to SG lmfaooo, they’re full of jerks)

13. how was your birthday this year? well it was in the middle of exams week and then i got a KIDNEY INFECTION like a couple days after!!!! so cool i guess cuz i turned 21 but otherwise kind of a tragedy?

14. favorite book you read this year? i don’t know how to read

15. what’s a bad habit you picked up this year? ugh just.... procrastination on life in general turned up to 100 😖 hard to be in tune with things if they’re entirely uninteresting and the Same Old Thing ad nauseum

16 and 17: pictures from the beginning and end of year i take a pic on my laptop’s webcam whenever i change my hair (i don’t know why i do this?) so i can actually answer this one from my computer!

beginning:

end:

18: a memorable meal this year? literally any time i go to florida and eat old bay shrimp and conch fritters at the local seafood bar.... like ugh sis went OFF

19. what are you excited about for next year? being in a musical! and stage directing the kids’ show again!!

20. what’s something you learned this year? i’d say i’m still working on it, but not being unhappy for the sake of others’ comfort. working past the anxiousness of telling the truth when it’s hard, or speaking up about things i need or want. ya know. that kind of thing. it’s tough.

21. what’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? we started the year with 3 cats and temporarily, we’re gonna end it with 6 😨 (our neighbor is most likely going to adopt her, but she’ll be in our house for a while.)

22. favorite place you visited this year? a small town in indiana, for spring break. even the drive back was memorable. it was this weird shift in perspective, going down the main roads and seeing slices of how things once were interspersed with how they are now. you’ll see a tiny, decrepit farm house sandwiched between a state of the art mcdonald’s and a tiny, decrepit auto shop. i used to give the cities i spend the most time in some kind of special merit, but it turns out that uniquely tired and midwest feeling doesn’t really start or stop at a certain place after all.

23. if you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? the first half of the year will be great! the second will be terrible! that is, until you take some steps that are long overdue - which you will take, because this year is all about change. you’ll get a really good therapist and she’ll tell you “don't expect life to ever be comfortable.” ironically enough, it’ll be comforting, as you now know what to expect.

24. did you keep any new year’s resolutions? one of them was “become a better communicator” which is a work in progress. another was “get a second tattoo” and that did happen 100% ;^)

25. did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? describe one. ohhhh i did! one of them i never got to use because let’s face it, i don’t have it in me to write the story i want to write in the middle of exam crunch time. he would have been a little kid, still nameless, who essentially would look like a tiny paperboy (think a double breasted coat, nice hat...) my main character would encounter him randomly irl, thinking that he looked familiar but never doing anything about it. that’s because the boy would show up in the MC’s dreams and communicate... fateful events. perhaps i’ll turn it into something real one day. ;)

wow i spent a lot of time on this 😅 it was a good run tho! very reflective. thanks!

[teruthecreator]

💘 for macknerva!!

anon, you are a genius. you’ve basically just sent the magical question that has now unlocked for the world: macknerva origin story (bc honestly i realized i just start posting abt it without rlly explaining it??? and someone people are loving it??? so thank yall for being my ultimate favs but u deserve this origin) 

also this is several days late (thank u Depression) and also super long (thank u Dumb Brain) so i hope you can forgive me for both of these things   

💘: who developed a crush on the other first? 

it’s time we take it back....Back To The Start.  

so since this is my magical world of My Own Personal Canon (since i stole griffin mcelroys rights), minerva ends up in Kepler in a completely unnamed and not talked abt manner (bc im too tired to explain my general alternate theory hgkgldlgbfhke but busically she just got on a ship to earth to avoid dying) and is staying with duck until further notice. she doesn’t mind laying low at duck’s apartment until they’re able to figure out Everything and get her set up w a place of her own (spoiler alert: that never happens, but duck won’t admit he just misses having a roommate so they let it slide). 

after about a month (which feels like eons in minerva’s mind), she starts to get antsy. she’s already been introduced to the pine guard and amnesty lodge, by this point, so she’s constantly trying to hang out with someone so she isn’t stuck in duck’s apartment all hours of the day. 

which is how minerva ends up in the cryptonomica the day kirby has to run into his job at the theatre for a good portion of the day. it’s pretty empty in the shop--i mean museum, so it’s not like ned minds (plus him and mack have already struck up an agreement, which i explained in a previous post abt ned and macks friendship) especially when minerva’s around to willingly pick up the slack. 

but this second job has minerva curious: 

minerva: I assumed your assistant, Kirby, had only the singular position at your museum?  ned, from behind the counter: Oh, for a while he did, but then the theatre opened up and his services were needed elsewhere. And who am I, Ned “Theatrical” Chicane, to deny such a marvelous establishment of the skills and technical prowess Kirby possesses?”  minerva: Oh? A theatre, you say? 

here comes some random personal hc: on her homeworld, minerva was involved in her planet’s form of theatre (which i’ve always pictured to be very greek-esque, thus explaining her naturally booming voice) and absolutely adored it as a hobby. she, obviously, understands there will be a difference between Earthen theatre and the theatre she once performed; but there is no denying that that thought barely crossed her mind as she proceeded to pester ned about the theatre until he suggested she get a part-time job there. 

(ned knows mack’s struggles with keeping hires at the theatre, which is why he is quick to suggest minerva get a job there. that, and ned knows enough abt mack at this point to pretty accurately guess her Type. so let’s just say ned was doing this for both macks gain, but also for his gain to be able to harass her abt her hot new employee that he totally inflicted on her on purpose) 

ned probably brings it up later that night, or the next day. just really casually drops that he has someone interested in a position at the theatre:

mack: Holy fuck--yes, Ned! Tell them they’re hired!!! What can they do?   ned: Hmmmmm, well she’s quite fit, and has no qualms with getting her hands dirty.  mack: Oh, perfect! I need some more set builders! Thanks a whole lot, Ned. I knew you’d always have my back.  ned, knowing full well what he’s just wrought: Oh, of course, dear Mackerel. Anything for a friend! 

cue the next day: mack is just going about the theatre, business as usual, staying sort of close to the house doors so she can be Right There when ned comes in with the new hire. she’s faced away from the doors, checking something on her phone (probably her texts with ned, to see if he’s arrived yet) when she hears the doors open and shut. mack turns around to witness the Hottest Woman She Has Ever Seen In Her Goddamn Life. 

she’s tall--holy shit is she tall--with beautiful dark skin painted with these almost glowing blue tattoos that travel all the way across powerful arms and a prominent collarbone. but the tattoos don’t stop there, of course they don’t. they go all the way up to this woman’s bald head, perfectly framing her beautiful face. high cheekbones, strong chin, a wonderful nose (mack doesn’t have much of a preference for noses but this one is perfect she just knows it), masterfully-carved eyebrows that look like they were chiseled out of stone, and those enchanting, bright, beautiful bright blue eyes.  

mack’s brain basically short-circuits once minerva smiles at her (with those pearly white teeth and a grin so inviting it feels like her whole heart is melting), so she’s barely able to process the smug ned beside minerva. 

@goforduck drew this scene for me a while back and imma show it to u all bc i love him, his art, and the hot takes he gives my special lil ship: 

needless to say, mack Is Attracted, but i wouldn’t necessarily consider it a crush. meanwhile, minerva’s pov, she’s so damn excited for this job that she’s practically vibrating on the way in. and then, like romantic poetic would have it, all of that energy halts as time stands still and minerva locks eyes with....mack.  

mack definitely looks a little disheveled, but it’s like every fly-away hair crowns her head like a halo as those gemstones-for-eyes lock w minerva. she’s never seen someone she has felt so immediately attracted to in her life. but, that being said, she still does not Have A Crush. 

so after all the awkward blustering (AKA mack tripping over every eighth word as minerva turns on the Charm to keep that blush on mack’s freckled face) mack starts to get minerva accustomed to the work environment and the tasks she’d need to do. eventually, she hands minnie off to kirby bc shes got work to do, and the rest of the day goes by uneventfully. 

now minerva works at the theatre, and she’s Delighted w it. the job is easy but entertaining, she’s making friends, her knowledge of the world is expanding, and she now has a target for some very playful flirting and obvious showing-off of her muscles. because, listen....she has Eyes. she Knows mack always blusters whenever she’s around. and she knows herself, too. mack is cute and minerva likes making her blush. but there hasn’t been that moment where things are taken seriously.  

until about a month in, when minerva walks into something she maybe shouldn’t have but also definitely should have. 

you see, mack has a very important ritual in the morning. she arrives at the theatre at the absolute ass crack of dawn so she can get her yoga/stretching/vocal warmups in (since she is still a performer at heart and this has been her routine since college) and then sit by herself on the stage just sorta soaking it all in before kirby comes in with her coffee (which she needs in order to get up from her seated position on the stage bc she is that much of a coffee addict). just about every employee on staff knows not to even bother coming in this early bc 1. this ritual is very Private and Sacred to mack and 2. ur not even gonna be able to speak to her unless ur kirby w her coffee. 

“just about” encompasses every employee except for minerva, who decides to show up before kirby to bring mack her coffee (that she memorized after cornering kirby for the specifics one day) 

so she comes in the back entrance and is sort of at a loss as to where mack may be bc she doesn’t know mack’s routine. and she’s just kinda wandering aimlessly through all the shops and little rooms until she reaches the wings, where she hears the gentle strumming of a guitar. 

she approaches, with all the caution of a woman who has spent years mastering the art of stealth along w her combat studies, and comes upon the following scene: 

mack is seated in the exact center of the stage, eyes shut peacefully as her body sways to the tempo of the song she’s strumming on the guitar she’s playing (which minerva recognizes as the guitar that some idiot pit member left here about two weeks ago). she’s singing (the song is Dream A Little Dream of Me), and her voice is so soft yet so resonate that minerva feels as if she could stand right next to her or be 1000 feet away and hear the exact same thing. and she sounds so good, so completely in the song she’s performing and in her contentedness that it eases some subconscious unease minerva was holding. in the time minerva’s known mack, it’s the most natural she’s ever heard or seen her, just playing for an invisible audience in the dim lights of a theatre not yet awakened. 

minerva doesn’t realize she’s drifting closer to mack until she steps on an uneven plank, and the noise snaps mack out of her little world as she turns to the noise. needless to say, she’s a little surprised that minerva’s here this early, but then minerva wordlessly hands her her coffee and so mack could care less. she accepts the drink w a smile and then decides to go to her office to get started on some business emails. 

it isn’t until mack has already left the stage, and minerva is still stuck in the same position she was when she handed mack her coffee--heart racing a million miles a minute, face hot, and stomach feeling as if an entire colony of butterflies suddenly took refuge there--that minerva realizes that she is Endlessly, Hopelessly Fucked In Love. 

So yeah, TLDR; Minerva was first. 

[luckycheesefoodie321]

I’m about to unleash a LONG review of HTTYD3: The Hidden World RIDDLED with spoilers sooooo... (this is probably trash, it’s been several days since i started this so idk the flow and my thought process was a mess but i better post this now before i forget)

Spoiler free review: 9/10, I did cry, personally felt it was on par with HTTYD2 butttt I like it in a different way to HTTYD2... the animation? ferguckin’ gorgeous, there are fracking LEVELS to the beauty of the Hidden World (the actual place and the movie)...and Astrid’s hair??? mmmm yeah goals

OK SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT (and it looooong yall)

Ok so time to explain the 1/10:

the flow wasn’t as smooth?? as it could have been... it all made sense why things happened and where the motivations came from but...the transitions from sequence to sequence seemed...a little disjointed??? there were parts (maybe it was because i had a kid with me so I got distracted in like two parts) where I was like “oh wait something is happening?? oh wait no yeah I get it sure...so it took me second to realise how one scene got to the other (but again that might’ve been because i was distracted.)...and as a result of the slightly jarred flow, the pace seemed a little disrupted??? maybe it’s just me wanting more, but it felt like things could’ve been a bit...meatier??

also, this was a very Hiccup and Toothless film (I mean obviously, and this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, and I intend to discuss how great it is later), and so it sorta left little fulfilment or finality for the side characters...they all had their moments sure, and somewhat of an end, but i feel like just a minute here and there more to give them a more satisfying character ending would’ve been nice...

NOW ONTO THE 9/10, and since we’re here already, let’s talk side characters

OUR DRAGON SQUAD

Tuffnut finally got a chance to shine for more than a second of screentime, and while he remained the comedic relief he’s always been (in the films, haven’t seen the shows or short films), it was fun to see him branch out and engage with Hiccup directly...the continuous through-line of him and his beard and trying to impart wisdom on Hiccup was great... Ruffnut also got some solid screentime and she finally made her choice of man (when really she didn’t have any for reasons I will explain later) and “accepted” Fishlegs...but idk didn’t care about that, her scene when she was “captured” by Grimmel was fantastic...Kristen Wiig delivered perfectly from intonation to comedic timing, loved her work! 

Snotlout...I literally had to pause a few seconds just now after typing his name bc *sigh*...we all know Snotlout’s has mild braggadocio...he spitting words with no follow through...annnd that doesn’t much change??? He’s still trying to front and compete with Hiccup and then Eret, and that was originally his charm point...but I would’ve liked to see him find validation in himself rather than an intentional compliment from Valka...and speaking of Valka??? Snotlout just latching onto the closest woman likkkkeeee Snotlout calm down you’re like 40 years younger than her??? maybe not 40 but point is Valka is a badass dragon momma who really isn’t going your way...I just wanted Snotlout to have his moment... 

Fishlegs...yeah he was all dragon daddy carrying his baby Gronkle around and also enjoying his baby Gronkle and that big dragon’s friendship...also Ruffnut has claimed him...bc Snotlout is chasing Valka...so there’s no real option for her (she moved on from Eret and her self-confidence is kinda dope)

HOMIE ADULTS

Eret, son of Eret...I wanted more of him...he just hanging around making passing comments and being the knowledgeable other about Grimmel...and then he had a little something something implied with Gobber??? they had some scenes that had me side-eyeing hardcore... Gobber basically has the same relationship he had with Stoick, but with Hiccup...general calling him out, questioning his lack of planning...just sorta done with everything...true sassy queen...and also yeah him and Eret??? suss

Valka, my queen, my dragon wizard lord who floats through the clouds... maintains her badassery and voice of wisdom role but again steps back to make way for Hiccup and Toothless...and she encouraged Snotlout, for which I am not down...like sure support him but ugh you know he’s into you so just...just...no

MAIN CHARACTERS

Grimmel...definitely a more fleshed out villain than the Red Death and Drago...not necessarily a complex villain, but he was a lot smarter and impacted Hiccup in a way the other two didn’t...rather than using blood and fire to cut to Hiccup’s core, he lured Toothless away and forced Hiccup into a sobering reality that he and Toothless can’t always be together...that said, his “death” was kinda lame...could’ve had more of a bang than probably drowning

The Light Fury was used in an interesting way...she’d already been captured and was used as bait, not just stumbled upon in the wilderness as I had assumed from the trailers...I enjoyed how she was so clearly a wild dragon...from the way she responded to Toothless and his attempts at flirting, spurred him to tap into his true potential and abilities that Valka had alluded to in HTTYD2, to how she always trying to get him to come away into the sky and away from the humans...that said I love how she gradually warmed up to Hiccup...not in the way Toothless did, but in a way where you knew she acknowledged that Hiccup was someone who was important to Toothless, and had no desire to harm her or other dragons and the fact she was the one who saved both Toothless and Hiccup at the end was great...

Astrid, once again, is the only one (aside from Valka, and apparently Eret) with any real sense, both common and fighting...she’s kept to her roots as a skilled fighter in her own right, as opposed to the others relying heavily on their dragons...her chemistry with Hiccup continued to be adorable and flirtatious and pure and wholesome and with all the mad banter...her being so firm against being married so quickly bouncing off Hiccup’s clearly apparent willingness to tie the knot was an adorable under-plot...her character was probably the most consistent of all the characters imo...and she got a fulfilling ending...plus once again, her hair, ESPECIALLY IN THE WEDDING SCENE WAS SO FRIGGEN GORGEOUS AND BEATS ALL ANIMATED HAIR EVER

And now the boys of the hour, Hiccup and Toothless

This was a Hiccup and Toothless film. No side story about his mom and dad, no arbitrary villain just there to cause conflict. This was a film about two best friends in an increasingly complicated world realising that in order to tackle that world? They’d have to separate. It’s the same feeling as realising that the people you grew up with or the friends you made in school won’t be able to stay by your side anymore. You each have a path to take and it’s not one that can be shared...maybe run parallel at times but not the whole way. This is what our boys had to face. 

I love love LOVED that there were sooo many parallels to the first movie...ugh to have that footage so I can count and display all the moments that just brought you back to all the charm and things you fell in love with in the first movie, but with more meaning, more stories to tell...it’s like when I saw Miley Cyrus sing The Climb again many many years after the Hannah Montana movie...there was suddenly more depth to her performance...this was the vibe I got..and it was obviously intentional in bringing so many parallels to the first movie...bringing the story full circle and all that, and of course it culminated in the most perfect moment, the moment that started us all on this journey...

BUT IN THE MOTHERFRACKING REVERSE!!! this was the moment that let those tears slip...I had gone in expecting to cry, but had far and away found myself having more fun and slowly accepting that maybe...maybe I wouldn’t cry in this movie...we got to the big goodbye, and I embodied my inner Jake Peralta and was like cool cool cool no tears yet, I can make it through and then BAM! they did the reverse hand touch and tears were spilled, and my friends were just watching me with unbridled glee in the dark as I got emotional...I’d been watching with increasing suspicion as moment after moment echoed the first movie, but somehow I didn’t realise they would do the reverse hand thing...maybe it’s because the hand thing had been embedded in every moment that Hiccup and the dragon riders encountered new dragons that I did not expect he would ever have to do it to Toothless again?? but in reverse???? because he was letting GO?!?!?!?!?! god it hit me hard...

But then a downside: they started to overuse it in the prologue-y sorta bit with the kids and meeting Toothless again...liiikkkeeee we already had that major impactful, emotional moment...why overuse it??? i would’ve much rathered they just gazed at each other for a bit before Toothless suddenly gives his signature toothless grin...or he swoops in and grabs Hiccup by the pegleg into the air, freaks everyone out, only to do the upside down grin thing- that would’ve been great...I mean they had that moment with the Light Fury but I wouldn’t have minded if they used that one again...

my mind is wandering and this probs doesn’t make any sense at this point sooo: the separation thing! good they established the over-reliance on the dragons and Hiccup’s thinking he can’t do well without Toothless, and Astrid, my QUEEN, coming in and telling him what’s what...and also not marrying him until he was more certain of himself because she knew if he wasn’t ready to face the world alone, he wasn’t ready to face the world with her (at least that’s my interpretation and again idk where I’m going with this thought process)...also love that Hiccup was lowkey jealous of the Light Fury...also also glad she never got a name...keeps her wild, as she should be...

I think this was definitely an incredible ending to an incredible trilogy of films...maybe not Toy Story perfect, but it was full of heart and emotion and continuously brought you back to all the wonder of the first film. Literally, there were so many parallels to the first film it was insane...while I talked about disjointed flow earlier, this incorporation of these callbacks was so well embedded, becoming just a natural proceeding of events... 

I’m coming back to this review after several days so idk where I was going with this soooo just gonna wrap this up:

ASTRID’S WEDDING HAIR WAS GOALS. THE END.

[futurewriter2000]

War ~ Part 2

A/N: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO WRITE!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG! I HOPE YALL ARE HAPPY BC IT TOOK A LOT OF TIME TO WRITE THIS. Also enjoy and happy birthday to my favorite twins ❤🎉❤🎉.

REQUEST: can you do a part 2 to War (with the main pair being fred x reader) and it's set during the battle of hogwarts. fred gets injured pretty badly (he never died what are you talking about) and it makes the reader realize that she cares about him (in a romantic way) it's cool if you don't want to write this tho :)

TAGS:  @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124

Part 1

xx

‘I must not tell lies.’

You repeated the sentance in your head as you brushed your fingers against the scars.

‘That was it. She has finally done it.’ . Not to your brother, not when you’re still alive. You continue to stare at the emptiness, your hand holding Harry’s and your grip getting tighter by the minute.

 “(y/n)?” asked Harry worriedly  and watching as how your blood seemed to boil from the rage you tried to hide inside. 

You turned your head towards Harry, your eyes meeting his, then glancing at Ron’s and later Hermionie’s. “ I am going to kill her.  ” you growled and stood up from the couch, making your way to the portrait hole.

“(y/n)! Don’t!” yelled Harry behind you but all you could hear was someone's mumbles.

Kicking and pushing everything and everyone out of your way, just so you could get to that bitch and all that seemed to matter to you right now was seeing Umbridge’s head on a stick. That’s what you wanted at the moment. Nobody will ever hurt him like this, not anymore. The Dursley’s were one thing but torturing Harry, hurting him... that was completely over the edge.

The twins laughed their way into the Common room only to find you storming towards them. The look in your eyes was terrifying but when Harry shouted to stop her, Fred didn’t hesitate to grab you from behind and lift you up. “FRED WEASLEY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WON'T LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, UMBRIDGE WON’T BE THE ONLY ONE MURDERED TONIGHT!” you bellowed, trying to get out of his grip and punching his back with your fists but his strong arms wrapped around you even tighter, taking you further away from the exit.

 “(y/n), no! If you go to her and pull any kind of stunt, you will get expelled!” yelled Harry, walking over to you and Fred and pulling down his sleeves to hide the scars. “Trust me, I don’t like it just as much as you do but please just leave it.”

“Just leave it!?” you scoffed and stopped resisting, looking your brother directly in the eyes. “How can you even expect me to just “leave it” !” you spoke angrily, finally being put back down on your feet and walking closer to him. “I won’t leave it! I had enough of this from the Dursleys and do you think I’m just going to leave it!” you continued to growl.

“But the Order?” he spoke quietly, looking guilty as you continued to glare at him. 

Sharply turning around back to the portrait hole, you brushed past Fred and George with your shoulders knocking them out of your way. “Screw the Order!” you retorded and walked through.

And as hopeful, as you were, thinking nobody would try and stop you this time, you heard another shout come from behind. “(y/n)!”

“Try and touch me Weasley, one more time and I’ll cut both of your hands off. ” you threatened without glancing back, your eyes directed to her office and your feet taking you there faster than you thought. 

And just as you were close to grabbing the doorknob, his arms wrapped around your waist once again and pulled you away from them. “ Sorry, darling but I can’t let you do this.” 

“Dammit, Fred! Put me down!” you shouted and started kicking around.

When the distance was safe enough, he put you down on the ground, hoping that you were going to stop but you only kicked him in the knee and turned your way back to her office. “So damn stubborn. ” he growled, bending down and holding his knee from the pain.

Yet it happened again. Right before you even tried to reach the doorknob, he jumped in front of you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “Are you bloody serious!” you yelled and this time, you didn’t even bother to resist. “Look what she did to Harry! My Harry! You don’t expect me to just stand by and watch her get away with this! What would you do if it was Ginny! Huh?” 

 “Well I probably wouldn’t just burst into her office with no plan and no wand.” he snickered and finally threw you back on your feet. Before your hand even tried to hit his cheek, he grabbed your wrist and looked at you with a serious look in his eye. The look you have never seen before on him. “What were you thinking (y/n)? You have an internship waiting for you at the Ministry. You have everything planned out, why would you throw it all away?” he started to scold you.

 Speechless by his words, you managed to get your hand away from his grip. It took you a moment though just to realize that was Fred talking. The never-serious Fred. “Because Fred..” you started with a big lump forming in your throat and tears gather in the corner of your eyes. Swallowing back the tears, you took another deep breath, turning around and grabbing your head just before collapsing on the ground and starting to speak. “Because nothing ever goes as planned. All I do is try and protect him. I have tried to do that my whole life and here he is, going into trouble over and over again. And he saw things, things even I didn’t see yet. He felt things, things so terrible that a 16-year-old boy should never see. I thought it would be different after he started Hogwarts but it only got worse. How can I protect him when I haven’t succeeded even one time?” you sobbed, hugging your legs and throwing your head on your knees.

He sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer so your head was laying on his chest. “We can’t protect them every second of the day. Don’t you think I don’t know how you feel? Ron has been with Harry since day one, he was just in as much danger as Harry. The chess in the first year, Ginny in second, getting his leg almost torn by Sirius in the third year,  Charlie in Romania, facing dragons every day, Bill in Egypt doing god knows what, Percy at he ministry where criminals are judged. The list goes on. You only have one to worry about, I have six. “

“Oh.” was the only thing you were able to say back to him. You had no idea how it must have it felt for him. Here you were, almost throwing your life away because of your rage while he was going through the same thing with his siblings. “How do you get through it?” you asked him, pulling away from his hold and looking into his brown eyes.

“To be honest, I don’t have a bloody clue. “ he forced a laugh and let his fingers linger on your palm. “But we can always get through it together.” he sent you a grin making you roll your eyes and get up from the stone cold bench. 

 “Seven years Weasley and still not giving up. “ you smiled at him and offered him your hand. 

 “You never give up on love, darling.” he only grinned and took your hand, spinning you around before holding you tightly against his chest. “And I have a feeling I am slowly winning you over.” he winked and tightened the hold on your hand. 

“In your dreams.” you scoffed and pulled away from his hold, slowly walking away from him with a foolish smile plastered on your lips. 

That boy. He just can’t seem to give up. 

ˇˇ FLASHBACK ˇˇ

     ~1st year~

 Running through a brick wall was definitely something. It was terrifying and fun at the same time and your heartbeat still didn’t slow down. Not for a minute. And everything felt so real. The world you thought never existed was real and there were young boys and girls running towards the train, saying goodbye to their parents and laughing. It was a dream come true. Oh, how you wished Harry was able to see this. This sight, the smell, the sound... 

“Watch out!” you suddenly heard a shout before you were faced with a trolley crashing into you and a tall ginger-head later laying on top of you. 

“Ouch.” you groaned and finally opened your eyes to be met with light brown color. 

 And the boy didn’t even move. He only smiled at you, his eyes observing your every feature and causing this strange feeling in your stomach. It was unfamiliar but his eyes were definitely the cause of it. 

“Well then. Ger’off her Fred.” said another ginger walking your way and pulling the boy off of you. “Are you okay?” he offered a kind smile and lift you on your feet. 

Your eyes still haven’t left the boy’s, whose lopsided grin still played on his lips as he watched you back. And as soon as you realized you haven’t answered the question you immediately turned to the older boy, smiling and letting go of his hand. “Yes. I’m fine. “ 

“I’m sorry for knocking you down with my trolley.” finally spoke the boy, taking a few steps closer and offering you a hand. “ I’m Fred by the way. Fred Weasley and this is my brother Percy.” 

You shook Fred’s hand and nodded at Percy as he returned the gesture. “ I’m (y/n).” 

“(y/n),” he repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. “Charming. ” he added before he realized he’s been shaking your hand the entire time. 

“I wish I could say the same. Knocking down girls everytime you run through the barrier?” you quirked an eyebrow. 

 “I believe I was the one being knocked over by a pretty face like you.” he winked back, making his way after Percy and the other pack of redheads. “See you around, (y/n)!” he shouted before stepping on the train.

   ~3rd year~ 

 “When she smiles, my heart starts to ache. And when she looks my way, I feel a tornado inside of me trying to break free. One look, one smile and I know she’s my only one.”

Your eyes slowly make their way to his, once again triggering the same unfamiliar feeling as always, you smirk before your eyes find their way back to the book. “Poetry. Charming.” 

 His grin only stretched wider as he jumped on the seat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “ Every poet has its muse. You, my dear (y/n) Potter, are mine.” 

 “ Not giving up, huh Weasley?” 

 “You never give up on love, darling.” 

  ~5th year~

“Potter!” you heard a familiar shout, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around. 

 “Weasley.” you nodded and stuck the books in your bag as you knew this won’t be over anytime soon. He ran over, his twin left behind shaking his head left and right and walking away. 

“Would you be the dearest and give it back to me?” 

 You furrowed your eyebrows at the redhead and watched as his infamous smirk only stretched into a wide grin. “Give you back what?” 

 “My heart.” he spluttered out and took a hold of your hands, placing them on his chest. 

“Cheesy, aren’t we now.” you snorted, pressing your hands harder against his chest and pushing him out of your way. “You’re losing your game, Weasley. “ 

He ran behind you, stopping in front of you once again as his eyes stared at yours.

And there it was again. The unfamiliar feeling that grew stronger every time that boy locked his eyes with yours. “So you’re saying I have a chance?” he quirked an eyebrow, his arm pressed against the wall. 

“You don’t seem to give up so I would say there is a slight chance. ” you smirked and brushed past him, hearing him jump around behind you. “Like I say, darling, you never give up on love!” he shouted from behind, causing your cheeks to burn and a foolish smile reappear on your lips. 

 ˇˇˇEND FLASHBACK. ˇˇ

And now we are here. 7th year and he’s still with you every step of the way. You may not have realized it now but this boy seemed to care. He seemed to care so much because he was the only one who saw you as you. Not the famous Harry Potter’s sister. Not the daughter of Lilly and James Potter. To him, you were (y/n) Potter. Just (y/n).

 ------

So how did you end up here? Knees bruised, arms scratched, lip cut and trying to survive this cruel war. Where was Harry? Was he okay? “Stupefy!” you shouted and the blast flew from your wand and directly at the Deatheater.

 ‘No time to think. No time to take rest. For mom.’ and another Deatheater has blasted away, “For dad.” you spoke glumly, your voice slowly fading away from exhaustion. 

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Potter herself.” you heard a voice come from the pile of rocks, messy ginger hair walking your way. “Confringo!” he yelled all of a sudden, his wand pointing to you but the blast missing you by a millimeter, hitting three Deatheaters coming your way.

You turned around, seeing as they were blasted pretty far away, you locked your eyes with Fred’s once again, triggering the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach. “Fred!” you beamed and ran over to the boy, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his usual cheap cologne as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lift you up. “Thank God you’re here. I lost Harry. I don’t know where he is.” you worried as he cupped your cheeks and smiled. 

 “Still beautiful as ever.” he grinned, making your roll your eyes and playfully punch him in the arm.

 “ Unbelievable. No matter where we are, you are still going to flirt with me.” you scoffed, smiling as his eyes watched yours. 

 “ Like I always say. You never-” 

 “Give up on love.” you finished his sentence. “Come on. We have deatheaters to destroy.” you chuckled and grabbed his hand. 

 --- 

By now you were lost. Completely lost and exhausted from running around and fighting. All you wanted to do was to lay down and fall asleep. But you couldn’t. How could you sleep after you just witnessed your brother being dead and coming back to life? His pale skin and his weak and bruised body in Hagrid's arms. It was terrifying. 

But it was over. It was finally over and all you wanted was to hold Harry in your arms. 

 And you did. He was holding you tightly around your waist as your hands were wrapped around him, both breathing heavily from all the exhaustion. “Don’t you ever do this to me.” you spoke sharply, pulling away from the hug and running your hands through his jet black hair. “Bloody hell.” was all you could say before pulling him back into a hug. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” he replied. 

 You lost so many people that day. Your godfather died, so did his wife. Colin Creevey, the boy you used to tutor. Such a happy boy, always asking you questions about your family, taking pictures as he did. So many lives were taken away but as you saw a group of redheads gathered around a body, you felt your life was taken away too. 

 You ran to the group, ignoring Ron’s and Percy’s sobs and keeling down to Fred. He was pale. Pale as the moon, his gorgeous eyes were closed shut and his lips were completely blue. “Fred.” your voice was shaky and lips were trembling. 

But he didn’t respond. You put your hands on his neck, feeling a weak pulse through his veins and all you did was pray, leaning your forehead on his with noses touching. “Don’t you dare give up on me, Weasley.” you whispered, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you carefully held his head. “You never give up, remember? You never give up on love.” you continued to whisper, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and your eyes closed shut. 

You heard quiet sobbbing behind you, a hand placing on your shoulder and trying to pull you away but you stayed. You stayed with him. “Come on, Fred. Wake up. Wake up for me.” you started to sound more desperate, hoping, praying that he will open his eyes and retord something stupid. 

Your heart was shattering into pieces because finally after years of the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach, you realized it wasn’t that. The feeling seemed to spread everywhere. Through your whole body, since the day his eyes met yours.

 You pulled away, opening your eyes and seeing his eyes were still closed. Was this it? Will you not be able to see those eyes ever again? Those caramel brown eyes with a light shade of olive green?

Brushing a strand of his messy red hair away from his eyes, you leaned to his ear and whispered. “ I love you Fred and I won’t give up on you.” You kissed his cheek softly and started to get back on your feet, even though your knees felt numb you still managed to get up with George’s help. He wrapped his arms around you and let you sob in his chest. 

Nobody ever saw you cry, not even Harry and for the first time in a long time, you saw the world go grey again. 

 ----- 

Days have passed and you managed to distract yourself with volunteering at the St Mungo’s Hospital. Taking care of patients was the only way you felt useful, helpful... It was also because it was the only way you’d stay closer to Fred. 

George was always around, not leaving the side of his twin and you let him stay, even though it was against the rules but you wanted Fred to have someone when you were not around. So after it got dark, George left and you were finally able to be next to Fred again. 

 You approached him quietly, a warm blanket in your hands as you took quiet steps towards the bed. “Hey Freddie.” you smiled and put the blanket over him. “ I heard George talking before and there is no way in hell I will let you guys prank Ron with a pack of spiders again.” you laughed and tucked the blanket around him. You took his hand, brushing your thumbs on the back of it and softly kissing it. “I miss the hell out of you.” you smiled and ran your fingers through his red hair. “Wake up for me, okay.” you spoke gently before kissing his cheek and leaning towards his ear. “I love you.” 

 And that’s when it happened. 

Long fingers were wrapped around your wrist as you tried to walk away. They were pulling you back and as soon as you turned your head around you saw those eyes again. Those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t help yourself but cry from joy. 

 “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” he grinned, his voice low and raspy and his eyes still holding its mischief. 

You felt your heart just freeze as did the time around you and all you could see was his eyes watching yours. You stood there, shocked with round eyes and parted lips. “Ar- you’re awake.” you managed to spill out, your fingers suddenly interlacing with his as you sat on the bed next to him. “You’re awake.” you beamed and wrapped your arms around his neck and jumping onto him. “You’re awake!” 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and breathing your floral and vanilla perfume. “ I am.” he mumbled in the crook of your neck before his eyes were met with yours once again. “And just so you know, I loved you from the moment I purposely crashed my trolley into you and I love you now and I will keep loving you until the end of days.” 

“You always were a cheesy romantic, Weasley.” you smiled before pressing your lips to his. 

[heroicisms]

INTROS PART 2 LET’S GO LADS

JUNG SUNMI aka TWELVE

she can manipulate and move clocks as well as go back in time, but only twelve hours. while she could go forward in time if she applied herself more, she’s restrained herself, not wanting to see the future before it happens bc she’s kinda superstitious about it

a sweet bab she’s always here to cheer for her classmates or her brother or just anyone tbh

when she first started at saturn she was always visiting her brother’s class so if you’re in the same grade as minnie u probs know her

she isn’t the sTRONGEST hero ever but where others focus on strength she prefers to focus on technique which is how she passed the entrance exams aka using the clocks in the fake buildings as fucking boomerangs

she’s kind and patient but also kinda gullible and naive ?? tell her something and she’ll probably believe it unless you’ve given her a good reason not to trust you

she’s the kind of person to try and talk to a villain after she’s captured them, try and figure out why they are the way they are

CULLEN SHIM

cullen’s parents were in debt when he was born, but they kept holding out against the organisation they owed until around the time cullen’s quirk showed itself. seeing that the son might be useful, the organisation decided that rather than paying the money back, the parents could give them cullen instead

they didn’t quite accept, but with a few... memory alterations, they took the kid anyway and erased his memory of his real home and his parents

he’s allowed to move around freely in the organisation’s base, but he learned the hard way as a kid that if he doesn’t want to dream walk for the others, he’ll be forced to with tranquillisers, so he just does everything sorta... numbly... like he’s surviving but not living

that being said, he hasn’t bothered to change anything about his situation because it’s just reality for him ?? he’s a captive, he can’t move around freely, but it’s all he knows

he can dream walk, but he has to be unconscious to do so. he usually has to try to get into someone’s dreams, but sometimes he just wanders into other people’s, usually because of some pull aka he was thinking about the person or something

give me someone whose dreams he enters and they strike up a friendship and he visits them and tells him that he should do something about all the bad things going on around him, that he can change things

BYUN YUNA aka PSYRA

she was born quirkless but really wanted to become a hero, mainly because she idolised them from a young age

being quirkless in a neighbourhood full of rough kids who were quick to shoot down anyone who thought they could be anything greater than them, and yuna was just an easy target

she hung out with the neighbourhood kids a lot, even though many of them teased her and were mean to her, and she was always the guinea pig in their experiments or when they needed someone to go into a haunted place first the “it’s ok if u die” person

that was how she ended up getting into an accident to the point where the other kids thought she was dead, but she was fine, i still need to think up the exact details bUT

someone from the league of villains found her and took her in, giving her a quirk while the other kids ran home and told everyone that yuna had split from the group and disappeared

her quirk is psionic inundation so she can overload someone’s mind to cause various effects, but she has to see their face first and she can’t do it to too many people at a time for too long

she doesn’t rEALLY want revenge she’s just happy to have a home and be treated well instead of a nuisance, but if she were to run into those people who left her it probs wouldn’t go well

HEO MINWOO

my poor son wanted to be a hero but didn’t pass the entrance exam rip, but i have a headcanon that he has a childhood friend who DID make it in but they lost contact and he’s very sad about it but thinks they’re too busy to do anything so he doesn’t bother them

what he does instead is ?? try and find out what’s going on with villains after he hears that saturn tends to be a target for villains sometimes which is where his powers come in

he has cloaking, which basically means he can become invisible as well as turn others invisible, but ofc he can still be heard, seen, felt, etc. so he has to be careful

he uses this power to spy on villains and anonymously reports things to heroes or the police so he’s not qUITE a vigilante but if he steps over the line then he’s screwed

he studies physics at university but he doesn’t know what he wants to do with it yet

idk how reckless he’ll get with this whole following the villains thing tbh i guess it depends on the childhood friend

that being said someone gimme the childhood friend i have a Need

IM NARI aka MIRA

mira aka mirror u get it bc rEFLECTION MANIPULATION

she can control reflections and sorta turn them into physical objects and the like ?? but ofc this doesn’t work as well when it’s too dark to give a reflection, and it ESPECIALLY doesn’t work when there’s nothing to give a reflection at all

her parents were killed because they were bait and the police and heroes were shady, long story short. they thought they would be saved, not become the evidence that the accused was put away with

this left mira in the foster system, and she hated every last bit of it, aware that if she expressed her real feelings about heroes, she would be treated as a potential threat, and no one would want a potential villain in their house, so she was forced to keep quit until she ran away as a teen

she isn’t part of the league of villains, though she’s probably come across them from time to time and tends to let them do their thing as long as they let her do hers

so far, she’s just committed petty crimes, occasionally sabotaging a hero if she happens to be in the area, biding her time until she can get worthy revenge on the heroes that let her parents die

it IS possible that she can be brought back to the good side, or at least a neutral one, so there’s tHAT at least

she hides her face behind a masquerade-esque mask because she’s paranoid of someone from her past seeing her as a villain

SHAN XIAOLI aka THE WEAPON

yALL KNOW WHO SHE IS YALL KNOW THE STORY

except this time she’s one half of a weapon owned by a crime syndicate aka her father

she can’t speak and uses her sketchbook to communicate, though she does know sign language

since she’s already looked down upon for not being able to speak, xiaoli ensures that she knows what she’s doing elsewhere, proving herself by her combat and her quirk, which she is sure is why her father bothered to keep her around for as long as he has

despite essentially being an assassin, she has a neutral stance towards heroes, more of a “they were born into the life and destiny they were, and i was born into mine”

she avoids bloodshed if she can, but isn’t about to get too upset if she can’t

she has gravity manipulation, though she mainly uses it on herself in combat to make herself lighter, though she’ll use it on others if she has to. she prefers to be an area-based fighter, counting on the environment to incapacitate her opponents

she’s considered leaving the syndicate before, just making a run for it, but she refuses to leave bolin behind, but also didn’t bring it up to him bc she’s an idiot

[theghostofashton]

“don’t say that.”

yeah um. today sucked. this is major projection, based off a couple things i read on @bisexualgawsten (i made a post with screenshots if you want to see it. it’s the last thing i posted. but anyway yall should follow them if you don't lmao i have their notifs on bc i check their blog too many times a day to be considered healthy)

but yeah heavy depression and anxiety trigger warnings i'm sorry

Geoff's been gone for over three hours.

He said he'd be back in two. He said he was just going out with some old friends for dinner and he wouldn't be gone long. Have a couple beers, catch up, he'd be back before Awsten knew it- And Awsten swallowed hard at that part. He remembers how thick the saliva felt in his throat, sticky, clinging onto his windpipe as it slid downward and made a bed for the nausea to lay on.

He knows Geoff drinks. He's seen him drunk too many times to count. Even before they started dating, whenever they'd go out to parties or end up at the occasional bar, Geoff would get caught up in all the action and pressured into taking more shots than he planned to and end up completely inebriated. It's not new. It's not different. He's done it so many times before and everything's been fine.

It feels different tonight.

Tonight, there's a blurry fog over him, a permanent fixture of shower steam over his eyes. It's the kind of shower that doesn't feel cleansing. It's traveling in swirls up his back and each one peels back a layer from his chest, one by one until the only thing that's separating the wrecking ball from slamming into his heart are his ribs, shaking in his chest cavity as they try to hold themselves up.

The pain is a paintball that's long splattered. It coats the wall of his skull thickly, dripping down in a constant flow, like droplets collecting on the edges of a water bottle. There's always something there when the bottle is turned upside down, always one more droplet to fall and sink and absorb into his body to sprout a new pain plant.

Tonight makes every other bad night this week seem like heaven.

Tonight he thinks about everything, thinks back to the aching eyes and tearstained cheeks and crack that had formed in his heart, how it got bigger and bigger as more pain funneled in, filled it up until he felt like he was bursting. The ache was so big, it was so much – he didn't think it was possible for one human being, one body to hurt like this. Tonight he thinks about staring straight ahead, about the home he made amongst the tangled sheets and rumpled covers and damp pillowcases, about looking at the wall but not really seeing it. It was like the worst x-ray vision ever, being able to see through and inside and imagine, look through his life through that shower steam filter, like he was floating while everything else zoomed past.

Tonight he thinks about Geoff and how he's finally out of the house, out with his friends, out with people who don't have devastation and disappointment and depression. Tonight he's Geoff Wigington, who laughs obnoxiously at stupid jokes and drinks beer and lets no traces of it's gonna be okay, love. I'm here for you spill from his mouth. Tonight he's Geoff Wigington who doesn't have a useless sack of flesh waiting for him at home, Geoff Wigington who gets to be Geoff Wigington, gets to take a break from Awsten's Caretaker, for a night.

He knows Geoff is tired of it. He has to be. It's gotten particularly bad in the past few months. The experts say at least one depressive episode constitutes major depressive disorder. He's had two in the past month. Weeks straight of not being able to drag himself out of bed, not being able to get his ass up and go on any of the cute dates Geoff had planned, fly to LA to record songs, start working on ideas for the new music video...weeks straight of not being able to do anything except lay there and let the hornets drill into his bones until he was nothing but hollow, let them pierce his skin and settle themselves among the holes they've made. He was defenseless and he was invaded and they've spread like a disease.

It's been three hours and Geoff isn't back yet and his phone has lost ten percent battery in almost that amount of minutes from how many times he's checked it. It's been three hours and he doesn't know what's going on because Geoff is the type of person that texts him all the time, especially when he's like this. He can't lie back and stare at the wall unless he throws his phone on the floor because it's constantly lighting up with messages, 'I love yours' or cute selfies or teases of a surprise (usually food) Geoff's bringing home that night. Geoff's a great texter.

It's been three hours and Geoff isn't back yet and his phone has lost ten percent battery from how many times he's checked it.

What if he's gone-

"Stop." The word feels like knives cutting up his throat. He hasn't used his voice all day, feels like.

What if he left you-

"S-Shut up."

What if he finally had enough of your shit what if he's gone what if he left you what if he's done for good what if he's gone forever what if you were too much for him what if you were too much for him what if you were too fucking much for him-

"N-No!" He sits up with a start. The breaths are coming fast. Too fast. He can't keep up. They happen in quick succession. He presses the heels of his hands into the mattress and gasps his way through the series of pants.

He's gone he left you he had enough that's why he hasn't called that's why he hasn't texted that's why he isn't back yet he's gone he left you he's had enough you're too much for him too much too much too fucking much you drive everyone away you don't let anyone love you what the fuck is wrong with you why can't you let someone love you why do you have to be such a depressed piece of shit all the time-

He flops back down to the bed and turns his face into the pillows as the tears really start. They soak warmly against the fabric and move, slimy, against his face. He can't stop shaking. The room is spinning around him. It's the worst roller coaster ever and he wants to get off.

He bites his lip and tries to hold a sob back. It balls up at the exit of his mouth, sends out sparks and flames and ignites his entire body. He has no choice but to let it slip.

He wants Geoff. He needs Geoff. He needs the arms around his torso and the chest to bury his head into, the hands rubbing at his back and kisses against his temple. He needs Geoff's fingers buried in his hair, the rubs at his scalp that – on some days – are the only reason he gets to sleep, the scent that wraps around him, tendrils warming up every part of his body on the numb days. He needs Geoff he needs Geoff he needs Geoff-

He knows why. He gets it. He understands. Being with someone like him is like having a burden instead of a boyfriend. He's sad all the time and writes too many depressing lyrics and gets angry a lot and overreacts to everything; he never wants to leave the house and hates being social and gets anxious in the places there is absolutely nothing to be anxious about. Being with him is like dating the largest case file in the world. He's a sack of flesh with too many problems and a head that won't shut up and it annoys even him most days.

He doesn't blame Geoff.

He wouldn't want to be with him either.

...

He curses loudly as he drops his key, scrambles to grab it and press it into the lock once more.

He's never been in a traffic jam that bad. It was bumper to bumper with absolutely no movement – he probably could've gotten out of his car and walked home faster – and it went on for over three exits on the highway. The restaurant his friends chose was a fair drive; it wasn't too far, but it did involve getting onto the highway and driving for a bit. He thought they'd be done before the road started to get clogged, but to their luck, it ended up being the polar opposite.

He finally pushes the door open and steps inside, immediately reaches down to unlace and toe off his shoes. He hangs his jacket on their coatrack and unwraps the scarf from around his neck.

"Awsten? Sweetheart, hey, you still up?"

His heart is throbbing. It's pulsating new waves of pain by the second. The signal was so bad and the drive was so long and it seemed like everything that could go wrong did, a cocktail of consequences that culminated with him not being able to reach Awsten and tell him what was going on.

He hopes he didn't worry too much.

"Aws?" He lowers his voice in case Awsten is sleeping, walks through the apartment and into their shared bedroom. And then he stops.

He can hear it. Tiny whimpers and choked sobs are coming from their bed. The blankets are tangled and tossed together in a way that completely eclipses Awsten from view. All Geoff knows is that he's crying. "Fuck, sunshine, what's wrong?"

The next few moments unfold so fast that he barely registers them.

Awsten practically falls out of bed and runs the short distance to connect them, jumps up – and Geoff thanks whoever is up there at this very moment for his quick reflexes – and into his arms. He buries his face in his shoulder and wraps his legs around his waist with a gasping sob, and then he's crying again.

And Geoff's own heart feels like Awsten just took a hammer and smashed it to smithereens. He rubs Awsten's back and holds him tightly. "Easy, easy love. You're okay. Try to breathe. Whatever's wrong, we can fix it, I promise."

He lets Awsten down a couple seconds later, but takes him into his arms as soon as his feet touch the ground. Awsten wraps his arms around his neck and he moves his to Awsten's waist, bringing him as close as physically possible without completely crushing him. "I'm here, I'm right here, angel. What happened? Talk to me. What's got you this upset?"

Awsten doesn't answer. He moves one hand up to his back, just below the blades of his shoulders, and starts to rub. Awsten's hair is tickling his nose and poking at the corners of his mouth and he puckers his lips, pressing a kiss to the soft strands. "I can't help you if I don't know, love. What happened?"

"I-I-" Awsten hiccups and lifts his face to meet his eyes. "I thought you left."

"Left?" If this is going where he thinks it is...

"Me," Awsten spits out. "You said two hours and then it was three and you wouldn't answer and you didn't text me like you always do and I just- thought you didn't want me anymore." He pauses. His voice is choked. "That you'd finally given up on me?" He phrases it as a question and goes silent afterward, stares up at Geoff with his bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks and quivering lip.

"Awsten..." He trails off with a shake of his head. He knew. He knew this would happen. He knows Awsten's anxiety too well for him to not have seen this. He knew Awsten would worry, he knew that his mind doesn't do well with worry and skyrockets things with completely plausible explanations to mythological heights. He pulls his hand from Awsten's back and moves both to cup his cheeks, to keep Awsten looking him in the eye. "Sunshine, I would never. I love you, okay? I love you with everything in my heart. You're the love of my life. I would never leave you. I never want to." He takes a breath and rubs his fingers along Awsten's jawbones. "I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have me, I promise."

"I just- you didn't- you usually, I-" Awsten stammers. "I'm sorry."

"We finished in two hours," he explains. "And then I hit so much traffic on the way back, angel, I promise I would've texted you if I could. But my phone didn't have signal because it was a dead zone and it was bumper to bumper for three exits straight. It was a mess. I promise you, swear on my life, I would've texted you if I could."

He knows what Awsten needs. He's been doing this long enough to memorize it. No amount of reassurance is enough for someone with depression. The disorder is like a monster perched on your shoulder, digging its claws into skin and pressing its words into brain, he doesn't love you he wants to leave you he already left you you don't deserve him. He knows that no matter how many times he says some things, Awsten may never believe him. He's okay with that. He'll keep saying it until it happens.

He feels the arms around his front again. Awsten presses his cheek against his chest with a whimper of finality. "I'm sorry...I just- I didn't hear from you and I assumed- fuck I'm so stupid, I'm sorry."

"Hey." He pushes Awsten back to hold him at arm's length. "Nothing about you is stupid, okay? This was just a shitty miscommunication. I love you, with all my heart. That's never going to change. I'm never going to leave you. I want you, for the rest of my life. Don't forget that."

"I just- sometimes it feels like too much," Awsten says. "Like I'm too much. And I don't want you to feel like you have to. Take care of me, yknow? 'Cause you don't. And if it ever does get to be too much...you can leave. Don't feel like you havta stay 'cause I won't be okay if you leave. I mean, I won't, but...don't let that keep you here-"

"Sunshine, stop, don't say that." He cuts Awsten off and tangles a hand through his hair. "You are not too much, okay? That's such a bullshit concept. You will never be too much. You have depression and some days are worse than others and sometimes they're all in a row, but that's part of it, love. You know that and I know that. You can't control this. You didn't ask for it. It sucks and I hate seeing you in pain, but if you think I'm going to leave you over it..."

"I just- don't you want someone easy? Someone that doesn't take this much work?" All that's left of his heart is dust. He hates hearing Awsten talk about himself like this; like he's a problem over a person. He hates knowing that this beautiful, radiant, big-hearted angel thinks so little of himself, because Awsten is just that. Beautiful. Radiant. Possessing a heart that barely fits in his body.

"I want you," he murmurs. He tilts Awsten's chin and presses their lips together. "Okay? You are all I want, for the rest of my life."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer about anything."