#bc she WOULD judge me. silently. and i would sense it

[rucow]

my mom and i both have pisces sun/mars/mercury/saturn in 8H, scorpio IC, and aquarius venus in 6H.....astrology is insane 🫣

[mistyheart]

𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | female!reader/oc x simon 'ghost' riley

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Ghost longed to feel anything, to be seen. Yet when that happened, it was the worst thing he ever experienced.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 | unintentional suicide, angst, kinda happy ending ?, unedited bc i'm lazy (might do it tomorrow tho)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,007

𝐚/𝐧 | appreciation note to @mightiestofmumblers for inspiring me with her Ghost fic :D. This is a rewritten version of something I wrote for a high school creative writing assignment.

Ghost perfectly remembers the first time he saw her face, how could he not? He was on his way to a job meeting when he saw her seating by the window of a local café. She was drinking a milkshake, judging by the color most likely strawberry, it must be her favorite. As she sipped on her drink, she looked at the clear sky with adoration in her eyes. He never knew if it was because she loved clear days, or if she was looking forward to something, or rather someone, that day. Strangely, the possibility of the lather made him feel something, but he didn't know what at that time. He wishes he could've stayed admiring her beauty for longer, but he had a one-of-a-kind job to do, and only he was qualified for it. 

The next time he saw her was when she was walking down the street, having just left work. She looked sick at heart, like she had just received terrible news. He wanted more than anything to say a simple ‘hi’ and offer some words of comfort, do anything to see that radiant smile on her face again, but that's not allowed. If he did, she would've suffered the consequences; he would die if something happened to her because of his selfish desires, ironic, isn't it? He wanted to stay to know what was troubling her, but he had an important meeting to get to. 

Unfortunately, almost a year had to pass before he encountered her again. He stood in front of the little café and in front of her workplace every day for 365 days in hopes of feeling her warmth, but she never showed up to any of those places. But this was a good sign, it’s odd saying that about someone you wish you could interact with every day, but being him this was the best he could expect, it means she's safe. 

You might have noticed that he has a lot of meetings—that's the job, he meets with every kind of person in every stage of life, and they talk to him, sometimes they cry, others just stay silent. It’s nothing new, so why does the one he is heading to right now feels so different? Being who he is, he has never experienced feelings like anxiety, fear, or sadness, yet he is feeling all of them right now. Why is he dreading reaching his destination? Why does he feel his insides getting crushed and his chest about to explode with every step he takes towards the aged apartment building? Then he notices, across the street is the same café that she visited, it makes sense now. 

As he approaches the door to apartment 141, he feels himself getting colder. He doesn't want to be here, but he’s obligated to. When he opens the door, the first thing he notices is the darkness wrapping the whole unit. It’s empty, not what he expected at all. He scans every space he can see. There are no decorations, not photos framed on the walls, just the bare minimum:, a small couch that looks like it's been scratched by a cat, an old TV that has been left on, and two cat bowls by the kitchen, on said kitchen are a couple of dirty dishes in the sink, a trash can that looks like it should've been emptied a week ago, a small coffee maker, and a magnetic outdated calendar on the fridge. After his analysis, he continues searching in the apartment, thought it doesn't take long to find his target— it’s a small, one-bedroom apartment void of any warmth. 

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, and he finds her looking at the figure laying on her bed. There is confusion etched in her face, her eyebrows are furrowed, and her eyes look glassy.

A few minutes past before she notices the presence of another body, and it’s like everything clicks into place. The confusion is replaced by grief-stricken understanding. 

“What’s happened?” He asks in a whisper. This is not how he wanted to speak with her, not how he wanted her to notice him. 

“I don't know” This is his first time hearing her voice, and he hates it, she sounds so broken. This shouldn't be happening, Why her? He watches as she lets herself fall to the ground, placing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She wants to cry, but she can't. It feels like an eternity has passed before he has the courage to walk up to her and kneel at her level. He tries grabbing her hand, but she pulls away and leaves his hand hanging. 

“I have to take you with me, it's the way” If he could cry, he would. “I'm sorry”

“What will happen to me?” she mutters with what little energy is left in her.

“I will take your soul to its final place of resting, and your body will remain here”

After a pregnant pause, she finally replies, “I didn't want to go. I just wanted to sleep for a little longer so I wouldn't have to think”

“I'm sorry love, but there is not undoing what's done” 

She stands up after an hour of looking at the floor, “I'm ready”. He tries taking her hand once again, and this time she lets him. He has a sad smile on his face. I will never see her again, but she will never suffer again, he thinks as he walks her towards the light. 

In another universe, he isn't stuck for millennials guiding people to Death’s door. In another timeline, he is a simple human who gets to enjoy the sun on his face. An ordinary man who finds her, and spends every waking moment trying to make her laugh. This time, her voice isn't broken, her apartment isn't dark and empty, and she doesn't take pills to relieve her mental pain. 

They're happy, just the two of them, never letting go of each other. 

[queer-overwatch]

another Sombra rq!!!! I love her sm ok,, ty for the last request btw bc LLORD I LOVED IT 🛐 okay this time I'm thinkin sombra x fem reader who REALLY adores the way olivia looks and stares at her all the time but then reader is super insecure abt herself,,, as always any format!! have a blessed day!!

Sombra x Insecure!Reader

Yippie! FYI Sombras my dps main so everytime we get a request for her I'm like "MINE" and yoink it before Xorn even has a chance to see it lmao, hope your happy with me doing everything for Sombra >:3 -Frisk

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"I don't know what he was doing, something stupid obviously" Sombra, you're wonderful, pretty, smart, amazing girlfriend, was talking shit as per usual, though this time it was about Reaper.

You were trying to pay attention, really! But it was hard, especially when Sombra was in the best lighting ever, and her hair was just slightly messed in a way that makes it more gorgeous than you could put into words.

It was hard to focus on anything but her, especially with how pretty she always was. Despite how bad you knew it was, you couldn't help but compare yourself to them sometimes. It wasn't normally on purpose, it was just hard to not feel out of place dating someone so perfect. She was so smart and the absolute best at her job, even when working with people so "incompetent" as she'd say. "Hey, querida, are you listening to me?" You're snapped out of your thoughts by Sombra flicking you on the forehead, staring at you seemingly annoyed. Good lordy even her annoyed face is pretty, you've really got an obsession. "Hm? Yeah! Yeah I'm listening, sorry." You reach out and grab the hand she used to flick you, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb as you nod for her to continue talking. "Right, well anyway, I don't know why these old people keep coming to me with their tech problems, I'm not tech support! The only person who I told I'd help is Siebren!" You nod along, half listening to her rant and half in your own head. How did she manage to look so beautiful even while pissed? You had no clue what her secret was, not to mention her amazing fashion sense. One time you tried to dress like her, took one look in the mirror, and immediately put on the baggiest clothes you had.

You loved her, obviously, and were always more than happy to take her out on dates, using any excuse you could to admire her, but you refused to dress up the way she did. Dresses just didn't look right, no matter how you styled your hair it didn't look the way you wanted it too. God forbid you try and go to the beach, you'd be sitting in the shade in a hoodie and sweatpants before you let her see how...disappointing you were. "Anyway, how was your day, estimada?" She drags you around, checking on some expensive looking technology you couldn't even think of touching, let alone understanding how it worked. "Boring, I didn't do much, never do really." You laugh off her question, trying to make a bit of a sad joke to distract her. She stares at you for a bit, silently judging what you think is everything about you. Maybe she finally realized that she was far too pretty to be with someone like you. You didn't think you were like, hideously ugly, but maybe she did?! What if she was planning to break up with you, who would want to date you if you were rejected by the Sombra!? "Fair enough, a day off does sound nice, actually. I'd love to laze around all day in pajamas, lucky you!" She pinches your cheek, teasing you as she finally looks back to one of her many screens. "Really?" It was hard to imagine, the usually dolled up Sombra, lazing about and dressed so casually. You were sure she's still look just as amazing as usual despite it, she was somehow so effortlessly perfect. You were, uh, there. "Maybe you should take a day off then! I'm sure they can handle one mission without you, even if your team is as useless as you say they are!" You grab her shoulders, spinning her to be facing you with what you can imagine is the biggest smile she's ever seen on your face. Any opportunity to be able to simply bask in her glory was an opportunity you were going to make use of! You could imagine it now, her sitting there, watching tv in an oversized T-shirt and shorts. There was no way your imagination could do it justice, you had to see her like that in real life or you'd simply keel over and die. "Maybe, I should be free tonight actually" She shrugs noncommittedly, but you could see the slightest hint of red in her cheeks! That meant it was a yes!

"Perfect! I'll go find some movies for us to watch! You better hurry finishing up whatever it is you're working on! I love you, be ready at 8!" You dash off, leaving her with a peck on the cheek and a timer to set.

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Scrambling around your room, you desperately try and make yourself look presentable but also try to make it look like you didn't try and this is just how you are 24/7. Sombra was always so flawless, you couldn't ruin their night by being ugly! You check your phone and nearly throw it across the room. It was already 7:58! What if she was waiting for you and she thinks you stood her up and gets mad?! You'd never forgive yourself if you made her wait on you! Glancing in the mirror, you stop worrying about the time, or what movie you'll watch, or how your little date will go. Everything was suddenly replaced by pure shame. All that time you spent trying to look on par with your girlfriend, and this is how it came out? All that effort and energy and materials for..this? Was it even worth it to try in the first place? You loved Sombra so, so, so much, but no matter what you did it felt like you were playing the role of the ugly girl obsessed with a movies main character that's just there for comedic effect.

You're knocked out of your own thoughts again by a tap on the shoulder, getting a feeling of deja vu. You turn and see Sombra, as perfect and gorgeous as ever.

"You ready yet, slowpoke?" She takes your hand, dragging you out of room before you can bother to respond. Leading you to her own private corner of Talon's base, a forgotten storage room that she'd stolen and made her own, a password for the handmade high-tech door and everything.

She shoves you down onto a beanbag and takes her spot next to you, dragging one of your arms around her shoulders and handing you a remote for the tv she'd snuck into the room years earlier.

"You gonna pick something or not?" Again with her teasing, this time though it didn't feel like her words would sink into your brain and repeat in a much meaner tone when you looked in the mirror. This time it felt soft, less stressful.

You nod, smiling and throwing on an old action movie you were reminded of last week. You both got comfortable, and you felt her rest her hand on your stomach, head against your shoulder.

It felt nice to be touched, especially by someone like her. It was hard to imagine, someone like her loving someone like you, but if she could love you, maybe you could learn to love yourself too.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

POSTING ARES HCS BC HE NEVER GETS ENOUGH ATTENTION

(This is actually canon): It was referenced multiple time in the series “Trials of Apollo” that Ares will often make dirty (inappropriate)-jokes and generally joke around with Apollo about certain things.

Which bring me my headcanon that Apollo and Ares get along because they are the black sheep’s of the family. Apollo will get emotional and start trauma dumping in him, while Ares is sitting there like “that’s rough buddy.”

More headcanons now:

Ares is actually one of the neutral gods in Olympus. (Along with Dionysus, Hades, Athena). Which makes sense why he keeps switching sides mid battle, but even though he does that—other Gods still tolerate him.

He will often be the troublemaker. Often sending horrible pranks to other Gods like creating terrifying & disgusting monsters and send it to Apollo/Hermes/Demeter etc. and blame it on Apollo/Hermes (which usually works because they’re all tricksters).

Demeter doesn’t hate Ares since he would often protect village crops from priests back in 399B.C

I feel like he’s the type of God to have a terrible soft spot for very specific things but would not admit it because he has an image to maintain.

Athena and Ares act like siblings in private meetings and can generally have a nice conversation about battle strategies.

When Athena and Ares were kids they would be on Mount Olympus while silently judging whoever passed them while making nicknames of the people around them. So now, as adults they have a lot of inside jokes but refrain from using them around others.

Hephaestus and Ares are really f’ king awkward around each other for no reason whatsoever. Maybe it’s the fact that they don’t really know how to make friends or not used to making them. But Ares is the God that sends the most requests from him and often praises him (but not to his face). -(which reminds me of when Apollo said he gives encouragement to Hephaestus when he’s working, canon btw).

Ares gets shy very often but has to look strong and unfazed even when his face is red. Most gods just assume that he’s so mad that he turned red.

Other times when he looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel on his neck & forehead simultaneously, he’s actually trying not to burst out laughing.

He finds his own jokes and thoughts entertaining and has a hard time controlling his facial expressions when he thinks of something stupid. Sometimes he says some of them out loud, other times he keeps it to himself bc most of his jokes don’t even make sense unless you hear his full thoughts.

When the Gods of Olympus first met Ares when he was introduced, everyone thought he was a lot more handsome then they assumed. He usually had a helmet on that covered most of his face and during banquets he would just show himself as smoke (not a person), so when they saw him they thought he looked attractive.

Ares finds it embarrassing to see sculptures of himself. In one of them, you can see him trying to cover up his private areas. He thinks that that is no place for people to see. Which is why he never enters museums.

His favourite meals are burgers, fries, fish n’ chips, (Americanised) Chinese food.

Doesn’t like wine that much, but prefers beer.

(Canon) Since Apollo Said that the Gods have game nights in Mount Olympus,

(headcanon) Ares is the instigator during heated discussions about who is cheating or who won. Ares actually controls his temper well & isn’t the one throwing a tantrum, but rather it’s the other Gods who do so. Athena doesn’t care so much as she believes she can spent her intellect in something worth giving it for, but it’s everyone else that is like that. Hephaestus and Hades are never invited, until after the P.J. Series where they finally accepted him to the table. Hephaestus never truly shows up, he’s awkward and is very insecure about how he smells, looks and gets anxious. If he does ever play, he’s completely quiet and tries to take up as less space as possible. They often put Zeus & Hera/Athena/Artemis at each ends of the table. But everybody let’s Zeus win every once in a while bc he’s a sore loser and nobody has the time & energy for another conflict, not even Ares himself.

When Ares first understood the extent of his powers & realised he could control dead people from the underworld, Hades had to tell him to stop because he needed the labour.

Ares deepest, darkest secret is that he watched children’s movies. But in public cinemas or with other gods/people he will watch action movies.

He secretly wishes that he had a loving family. Over 3 millennia’s of being alive - he is bound to think of things like that at least once.

(Canon) Apollo Said that Zeus used to sing songs during banquets before he was born—

Headcanons: if Ares was alive at that time, he would probably laugh in a corner while listening to him and he would get grounded by his father.

[jammingjaem]

choose 5 moots! what do you think of when you see their usernames or when you talk to them? (i.e: the ocean, because—)

AAAAAAA WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE?? crying sobbing and squealing bc i got a lot to say?? i’m adding a song that also gives off the same vibes (imo):

@suzayaaa: the smell of a library. suza reminds me of the smell of a library because she feels both familiar and wise??, like the stories and knowledge stored in old books. i don’t know, to me, suza has a nostalgic aura that brings back memories of exploring shelves filled with adventure and learning. but at the same time, she also has a fresh energy that makes her vibrant and exciting, like the anticipation of discovering a new book. suza embodies the mix of old and new, just like the atmosphere of a library where tradition meets innovation? does that make any sense? so, when i think of suza, i’m like… reminded of the comforting scent of a library, full of experience and adventure. a song that gives me the same feeling is lovelovelove by yerin baek.

@polarisjisung: a getaway car. mei reminds me of a getaway car because she's comforting, like a safe escape when i feel out of place. her feed, profile, and pieces offer comfort, just like slipping into the driver’s seat of a getaway car. you would go to her profile and think that it’s like?? mysterious? but, mei is far from being enigmatic. instead, i think she radiates warmth and understanding. when i visit her profile, it's like going on to find peace and reassurance— not to be corny, but have you even read ‘bittersweet’ and ‘silent treatment’? get back to me on that one! anyway, mei’s presence is like a reliable escape route, always there when i need to find my way back to center?? a song that gives me the same vibe is disconnected by 5sos.

@lotties-readings: the beach. she definitely reminds me of the beach because her reactions and recommendations on my feed are refreshing and fun to see. i enjoy checking her profile to see what she recommends because she absolutely never misses. idk if it makes any sense? but it’s like soaking up the warmth and brightness at the beach whenever i come across her posts. i’ve never had a conversation with her, but lottie’s presence brings joy and energy, just like the feeling of an afternoon at the beach. a song that gives me a similar vibe is ocean by dept.

@00127am: falling in love for the first time. titi reminds me of falling in love for the first time because reading her works, especially ‘letters of my love’, gives me butterflies. an anon said that her writing is artistic and poetic (which i totally agree with). to be honest, it makes me squeal like a school girl with excitement. each word feels like a romantic dance, sweeping me off my feet. titi’s stories bring up feelings of passion and longing, just like experiencing love for the first time. with every word, i feel like i’m reminded of the enchanting magic of falling head over heels in love. a song that reminds me of that feeling is caught in your love by boys world.

@ghostofhyuck: a childhood friendship. cj reminds me of a childhood friendship because even though we may not be close, i feel comfortable around her as if we’ve known each other since childhood. it feels like being with her can allow you to joke around without feeling judged, creating a sense of ease and familiarity. the connection with cj brings back memories of carefree times and playful banter from childhood friendships. despite any distance or time apart, the bond with cj feels timeless and effortless, like picking up where you left off. with cj, it's like rediscovering the joy and comfort of childhood friendships all over again. a song that reminds me of that feeling is let’s get together by ateez.

[rpgbabe]

Fav blogs? 🩶

genuinely too many to list :C there are so many wonderful blogs/ppl on here that ive been foloing/mutuals with for so long for a good reason. i dont wanna cop out and say 'everyone i reblog from' or 'everyone i follow' or anything like that but just kno.. if i like ur stuff and interact w u, that's all genuine + real + ur one of my favs for sure bc i dont fake that stuff. (also if i foloed u on my new blog bc.. i honestly couldnt be assed to find any1 but my favs on here lmao) follows + reblogs of non-original pictures can be shallow but if im actually liking ur personal stuff n everything, i like you and probably want to kno u better :.) i couldnt list all of the ppl in this category bc theres too many + id def miss ppl BUT to actually give you a genuine answer, i do have some blogs that stand out to me bc of their personality + impact + just our general interactions/connection soo

@comingtoyoursenses angel. actual positivity (not like fake positive shallow phony stuff).. beautiful literary sense, soso sweet. she is actually the light <3 not sure how she puts up w me im so negative but i never feel judged by her wah perfection. genuinely too good for me or any1, inspires me to be better :,) also ik i dont need to say more but i feel like she just has a rare nuanced eye for things like so many well-intentioned ppl on here will like see things in black and white and be rly unaccepting of others but i feel like liz has a rare ability to genuinely be open-minded n it's a very special quality imho

@eucalyptus111 honestly one of the realest ppl ive met on here.. i love how she never bullshits + isnt scared to tell me what she rly thinks, conversation comes so naturally bc she's so interesting + so honest + genuine + actually takes the time to rly get to know ppl which is shockingly rare -_- it takes a lot for me to feel comfortable around ppl so quick but w her it's so natural <3 feel like i've known her 4ever

@sklira so talented, so modest, so unique. always introducing me to new things (unintentionally loll) + always standing out from others like so so refreshing. also feel like we have similar passions for like old web/retro gaming/that culture, even tho we're also so diff (bc sklira is way cooler than me ofc heh..) just such a genuine love for art and music and film that isn't just manufactured for internet popularity, one of the rare ppl actually using the internet as it's intended i feel

@blackmold just <3333333. she knows how i feel.. in another life we'd be soulmates. always thinking of her + wishing her the best

@exnymphette kissing on the lips. soul tie. sharing a heart.. one of the only ppl on here i feel like i could just bare my entire soul n she would probably not judge me or hate me for it ;-; need her bak

and ofc everyone like this that has deactivated or become less active, they know who they are, i love them sm 4evr <33!

aand i could do like a whole other section just for aes blogs/non-personal blogs that r just rly cool so.. silent s/o to all of them ofc.. i wont bog down this list too much bc it's already 2 much v.v if u r looking for like actual blog recs tho maybe i can try to answer that sometime as well bc that's probably more like actually useful for other ppl lmao<3

[astromechs]

hi!! 🩵 (it was really hard to narrow down bc they’re all so good) but 9 and/or 33 for the taylor lyrics pt3 + rebelcaptain?

ended up going with 33, they’ll judge it like they know about me and you :) this is so stupid hgfjdksj also on ao3! taylor swift lyric prompts; still accepting!

Look, it's not like Han has ever been a guy who's overly concerned with everyone else's business. What's it been to him, if it hasn't meant credits or making sure he doesn't lead the Empire straight to him? Those two things, his ship, and keeping Chewie happy are the only things that have consistently mattered to him over the years. And maybe he's a general now, maybe he has more friends than just Chewie, but he still couldn't give less of a shit about what anyone does with their personal life.

Okay? Just making sure that's clear.

But it's not his fault that there's something weird going on between Andor and Erso, and has been literally since the day he'd ever first had to be in the same room as them. Sure, you could say that surviving an experience like they had would bring anyone closer, but Erso doesn't look at Rook or any of the others in the same way that he's noticed she always looks at Andor — and the way that he looks at her , in return; it's lingering and a little intense, like they're having an entire silent conversation that no one else would ever be privy to.

He’s never actually seen them touch, never even so much as brush hands, but they also do this thing where they hover incredibly closely to each other when they’re in the same room, as if separation is impossible. And he can’t be the only one who’s noticed it, right? It’s weird, and it’s distracting.

Anyway, it’s all led Han to at least one of two conclusions: they’re either, one, fucking, or, two, need to be locked in a room together soon so they can fuck and get all this out of their systems before they drive everyone around them, including him, insane.

Hoth isn’t exactly the most exciting of places, especially when they’re restricting the number of ships that can go in and out everyday; it gives him a lot of time to think, and it probably gives everyone else a lot of time to think, too, so isn’t he doing a nice thing to think about everyone else’s well being?

It’s not a story that he’s sticking to or anything, because he doesn’t need a story; it’s just the truth.

And it’s not like he’d meant to overhear voices deep in conversation as he’d passed by the north entrance of base one day while Leia had been avoiding him, and it’s not like he’d meant to stop and hide behind a corner nearby, trying to get more context. These things just happen , you know?

Not that the hiding had really been necessary; from the way the two figures nearby are huddled together, Han’s pretty sure he could strip all his clothes off of him and run by naked, and neither would even notice.

(He won’t do that; this is Hoth . What is he, an idiot?)

"That could be weeks, Cassian. Months." If the voice hadn't been enough to confirm it, then the irritated huff of a sigh is definitely none other than Sergeant Jyn Erso. She continues, "What if something happened to you? No one would know? I couldn't even know? That's fucking bantha shit —"

"Jyn," he hears Andor cut in, stopping that in its tracks with the precision of a well-placed knife, in what is also, weirdly, the softest voice he's ever heard the guy use at any point. "You know how —"

"I know." What's even weirder is hearing��her sound like she's on the verge of tears, when as far as Han has ever been able to tell, Erso only ever has two modes: mildly irritated in a funny way, and angry in a way that isn't funny at all, a way that should probably send anyone who's smart running. Both of those are practically halfway across the galaxy, leaving a person he doesn't recognize at all. "I know."

He gets the sense, now, that being here is an intrusion on something he isn't supposed to see — and part of him actually does feel a little gross about it. Contrary to popular opinion (Leia's opinion), he actually has decency, thank you very much; ask Chewie, ask Luke, ask literally anyone else.

In fact, he’s turning to leave, to go find something else to do with this day….

But that’s when, out of the corner of his eye, he catches Andor holding Erso’s face in both of his hands like it’s something precious, before he leans in and kisses her square on the mouth.

Well, Han thinks, a triumphant smile spreading across his face; he just can’t help it, even given the context of how he’d learned this particular information. What do you know?

Because he has decency, though, he keeps everything he’d seen to himself in the weeks that follow, especially given that Erso, without her Andor-shaped shadow at her heels, seems a lot more sullen than usual. He gives her space, too, and doesn’t even poke what could be so easily provoked.

At least, not until he catches her alone in the corridor outside the war room after a briefing one day, and he feels like he might actually explode from all the time he’s been decent about this. Because — doesn’t he deserve this victory for figuring this whole thing out? And don’t they deserve to know that they’re not nearly as good at secrets as they think they are?

Yeah, totally deserved.

So that has him grabbing her by the arm before this chance slips away, stopping her in her tracks. She wheels around to face him with coldness in her eyes, and an even colder, “ What ?”

"I caught you, sister," he pronounces, grinning, and releases his grip on her; maybe he’s pressing some limits here, but he’s smart enough not to press all of them. When her arms are folded across her chest, and a single brow has ticked up as if to say I’m waiting , he elaborates. "I saw you kissing Captain Andor by the north entrance. Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong. Because you can't."

He expects some kind of reaction from this: annoyance, a creased brow and a hard glint in her eyes, a punch thrown his way that he’s readied himself to duck. Something; anything.

But that’s not what he gets.

No, instead he gets blank eyes staring at him, like he’s just said, unnecessarily, that it’s cold outside, and —

"That wouldn't exactly be weird to see." Erso lifts one shoulder in an easy shrug, adds, "Considering we've been together for over a year," and then turns on her heel to head down the corridor.

It's not until her retreating back is almost entirely out of view that Han manages to yell out: “ WHAT ?!”

[seumyo]

okay okay okayyy 🗣️🗣️🗣️

i am here to receive an archived scrapbook

prepare yourself cuz this boutta be long as hell

okay!! so firstly i would like one for my boy hitoshi 🙂‍↕️ so my oc’s name is miu vremya, her personality is very similar to jiro’s (bc she is me and i am jiro) but like.. kind of meaner, kinda

her quirk is time manipulation but idk if u need that uhmmmm her hobbies include dance (not superrr prominent) and like.. combat skills?? like training ig

interests include fashion & music & dance, all that good shit yk and her nationality is half japanese & half russian

she first saw shinso at the sports fest and has a massive hallway crush on him but tells no one (except jiro and then mina eventually finds out) and basically they push her to talk to him when he starts training with classes a & b!! we love number 1 wing woman mina

when he joined class a they just sort of naturally gravitated toward eachother since they’re personalities are sort of similar if that makes sense?? they always matching sass and sarcasm level if u feel me

very black cat bf & black cat gf vibes when they do get together!! in their own lil corner judging everyone

eventually mina & denki had to step in to actually get them to talk abt their feelings 😞😞 but it all worked out and they got together

umumumum miu is a very silent angry person if that makes sense?? she kind of just shuts down and will irritatedly hum in response to whatever u say to her, but it only lasts like an hour max (i mean depending on what was done but yk) - and hitoshi gives me silent anger until he can get his thoughts under control and then confronts the person. so i feel like they wouldn’t argue much?? or for that long. bc once hitoshi’s got his head straight miu’s not mad anymore so they can just talk if that makes sense

very very cuddly couple & always gets candids of eachother

OKAY ENOUGH ABT THE OC

for colors i would love purple & baby blue (and black as like an accent??) and for the song i would say in between by gracie abrams

for an aesthetic could i get grunge maybe 👀 lmk if that’s hard to do for this!! anything edgy works really

anyways wow this is long hope this entertains u 🙂‍↕️

ᯓ★ HITOSHI + MIU!

★ Even before the Sports Festival, Shinsou kept seeing you everywhere—to the point that he was wondering if you had a clone-based Quirk. You piqued his interest unknowingly because he kept seeing you more often than he should (he tries to act nonchalant whenever he passes by you in the hallway).

★ During the joint training with Class A and B, he’s stoked to figure out that he’ll be going against your team (he’s on Class B’s team this time), and he really doesn’t want to embarrass himself because he has something to prove to the teachers, the hero course students, and to the student that he sees around school often (the pressure on his shoulders was HEAVY).

★ After said battle, he just sorts of stays on his own because he doesn’t know the hero course students that well to want to initiate a casual conversation with them, but then suddenly he sees that you’re being ushered toward him by Mina! Ok, Shinsou Hitoshi, act calm and collected.

★ Did not act calm and collected whatsoever; his voice slightly went a pitch higher than his usual one when he introduced himself. Embarrassing, he could never show his face to you ever again. But he redeems himself in the end, trust. He’s actually really glad that you two are similar in a way, because the sarcasm this man has that just comes out naturally at any given moment should be toned down (he’s a dork at heart).

★ Throughout the time you two grew closer together, Hitoshi was sort of second guessing himself if what he felt for you was platonic or romantic. Lots of reading between the lines. Lots of “is this what friends do?” Was all of this just casual?

★ Denki and Mina are super awesome wingmen. During your third year, they finally had enough and made it their mission to just do what has to be done. Feelings were talked about, confusions were cleared, and hooray! He finally confessed (Hitoshi’s heart almost leaped out of his chest when it finally happened).

★ Absolutely loves it when you two match outfits in a lowkey manner. He’s a simple man and dresses simply and just goes with whatever it is that you suggest he wears, but not without saying, “Do I have to?” Yes, he’s already on his way to the changing room even before you could answer.

★ You’re the first to hear of the gossip his radar receives. He would call you, but he prefers talking in person because he really wants to see your reaction while he tells the story (Quality Time is his love language, can you tell?) A huge bonus is when he gets to cuddle against you when he recalls whatever happened, so yes, he prefers sharing gossip in person.

★ Most of the candid pictures you have of him are just him looking like he’s had a 14-hour shift at the hospital without coffee or even sleeping a wink. But there are also cute ones that he really likes! Like that one time he found a stray cat and was all crouched down just to pick the little feline up, or that one time he could barely move his face as he let the face mask you put on him dry.

★ Late-night talks, simple walks in the park, riding a bicycle around town with you on the additional seat behind him (Hitoshi had it installed on his bike just in case you'd want to go with him), having wordless conversations by just looking at each other’s eyes (anyone who isn't close to you two is TERRIFIED of ever walking by whenever you two are together), and just spending time with each other in general with Hitoshi are his favorite things to do with you.

[ddejavvu]

ohh i have SUCH a controversial jennifer jareau opinion. and this is probably gonna be more like an essay. i wish i could say i was sorry.

everyone always says theyre anti jj slander, which is fine ofc, but just weird bc i NEVER see anyone slandering her. in my 3 years in the fandom, ive seen it happen maybe 5 times total, which sucks because she deserves so. much. more. hate.

(spoilers for *that* jeid plotline, as well as some other things)

in season 7, spencer tells her that she has mean girl vibes and she replies "i was a nice girl, especially to guys like you" which ALWAYS pissed me off because she literally just confirmed what he said? and everyone acts like it was a funny joke. she said that shit with her whole chest and meant it, and it wouldnt be *that* big of a deal if it was the only time. but shes consistently mean to him throughout the show, ignoring him, walking away, etc. spencer isnt even the only one shes like this to. and she just has a sense of superiority, idk how to describe it. just by the way she talks and interacts with those around her, you can tell. (while we're on that note, she also ignores her privileged a LOT. maybe not all the time, but theres been multiple times where she acts like she went through hell to get where she is. other than her sister passing, she had it completely easy. in terms of resources, opportunities, etc., she was basically born with a golden spoon in her mouth.)

in s14 when she confesses to spencer that shes always been in love with him, it just makes my blood boil. obviously he had been over her a long time (imo), but that was something she should've kept to herself bc it just brought alllll those feelings back to the surface. not to mention that hes the godfather of her children, and shes married, and will probably (definitely) doesnt know how she feels. thats literally emotional cheating on her part, even though reid didnt reciprocate it, it was still wrong of her to be that close to him without will knowing how she really felt.

there are other things i dont like abt her too, but those are the main things and im trying to keep this as short as possible. but i literally cant stand her, shes by far my least favorite character, and everyone acts like shes an angel sent from heaven, when really shes just a privileged bitch.

i like JJ a lot (i want her to be my mom </3) but i do agree with several of your points - she's definitely not the worst character, each and every character has a list of flaws that we could make, so this by no means makes her the worst, but it does make me angry <3

i just rewatched that 'mean girl' episode!! she doesn't even hesitate before saying 'guys like you', which, you're totally right, means he was right, and she was definitely a mean girl in high school. or even if she didn't say any of it out loud, she was still silently judging 'guys like him' and in high school you can always tells who's silently judging you. they're teenagers. they're not silent about it. the nasty looks they give you?? oh man. but i do think that the blame for ignoring spencer needs to be placed on all of the team members, because they do it all the time too, it's not just her. she has some pretty bad moments with him, but it's definitely something they all do and she shouldn't take the full blame

lmao don't talk about jeid. the writers actually deserve the death penalty for that, god it was so nasty and weird. i know that it was something she confessed in the heat of the moment, like she wasn't sure she was gonna make it out alive and didn't wanna die without saying it but ??? WHY WOULD YOU PUT IT ON HIM TO DIE THREE SECONDS AFTER FINDING OUT ??? like great it's off your chest but now he's gonna spend the (very short) rest of his life thinking about it?? AND THEN THEY DIDN'T EVEN DIE LMFAO SO HE WAS JUST STUCK WITH THAT !! and yeah!! will!! what about will!! or her kids!! it was so... writers i'm watching you...

one scene of hers that really pissed me off was in reid's kidnapping two-parter in s2 (the hankel incident) where she was almost attacked by those rabid (?) dogs and she shot them and she's obviously shaken up and she tries finding reid and realizes what happened and she feels so much guilt for splitting up with him - which was not her fault, she didn't know and should not be held responsible for what happened to him - that she started trying to make other people mad at her?? she cornered derek who was grieving and stressed at the loss of his best friend and they're both sleep deprived and she says something like 'admit it, you hate me, you think it's my fault' AND I???? GIRL. he is being so nice to you?? he was literally like oh honey if you need time off i know you're really shaken up and we can take care of this and and and AND SHE WAS LIKE oH yeah suRe just admit it i'm the worSt everybody hATEs mE- I WAS... this is not about you. go get therapy for the dog attack that you just almost suffered?? do not stand around a crime scene and pester the victim's best friend and delay the investigation because you're feeling guilty. go talk to someone about it. take a few days off. again, i totally get that she was shaken up and hopped up on adrenaline, but everyone told her to go get some rest and she was like no i think i will make myself the problem instead <3

all of that being said i still love her </3 i was not kidding when i say that i wish she was my mom holy shit i would have loved to grow up as her kid but she definitely has her flaws just like the rest of the BAU, and logical, critical breakdowns of a characters flaws aren't slandering, they're analysis, so i think everybody needs to stop shitting on people who criticize or analyze their faves lmao

send me your unpopular fandom opinions

[x-infernhoes-x]

✨💗 JJLNSSS✨💗

Okay so I'm kind of late to the party by at least.....12 days BUT I'll be doing at least 2 in one post bc why not BFHJSBJJH anyways!

01. Have your SI / OC introduce themselves.

Stand User: Eunice 'En' Flores aka Paella Visconti

Born and raised in somewhere in Metro Manila, Philippines, En or more commonly known by the undercover name she had once she had joined Passione as Paella Visconti (often shortened to Ella or Elvis as Mista and Formaggio would call her), she had a relatively normal and quiet life in her hometown where she was raised by her father's parents inside the walls of the very same home her father and his siblings had grown up on. But En knew she was destined for a life that was just more than normal. A natural born stand user, En was initially unaware of her abilities as a stand user and has been subconsciously using its abilities from the start, En’s stand managed to manifest itself physically at the age of 16, triggered by her intense emotions during her days as a junior high student. She first appears after the events of Golden Wind and Purple Haze Feedback, she subsequently crosses paths with the one and only Bruno Bucciarati himself at the age of 21 during a trip to Singapore and ends up working for him as the Capo's personal assistant before getting assigned as the personal bodyguard for Italy’s pop-sensation singer, Trish Una along side with Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista, and Shiela E. Now a bonafide member of Passione, En is assigned by Don Giorno himself to the newly reinstated La Squadra Esecuzioni, En currently lives in Naples, Italy, with her boyfriend of 3 years, Pannacotta Fugo along with their cats and their roommate, Guido Mista.

Stand Name: Heroes

Heroes, named after the same album and song by David Bowie, is a free-range natural humanoid stand of En Flores who possesses a range of abilities focused on air/weather related abilities. Though she's been with En from the beginning, Heroes makes her first physical appearance to a young En at the age of 16 after the latter had experience a bout of strong emotions, most particularly emotional distress over something that happened during En's time as a Junior High student (which, funnily enough, happens to be En stressing over her History test) and has been with her ever since. Often characterized by her pale silver skin that seemed to remind people of gray clouds and her clothing/armor being various shades of weathered gold, blue, and what seemed to be a curious mix of gold and silver and it was noticeable on how her motif was one of a Valkyrie's with minor hints of a ballerina (judging from the decorative pattern on its boots), a particular female angel digimon from a series called Digimon, and hints of Elizabethan fashion from its feathered collar and overskirt and an overwhelming sense of regal grace and a warrior's fierceness in . Heroes is a stand not to be reckoned with when it comes to battle. Of course, upon closer inspection on the overskirt's details, it was adorned with thin, golden tendrils of pure lightning running actively on its surface.

02. How would your F/O introduce your SI / OC?

Taken from Pannacotta Fugo's personal journal dated sometime around 2020, he describes his first meeting with En during Don Giorno Giovanna's wedding to his wife, Bria (@mrsgiovanna): 'Though I am content with the life I lead now despite not knowing a moment of inner peace, somehow I felt this odd, comforting silence that I can only know when I sleep. I remember how the rest of the gang called me over to meet someone and as my eyes swept over to the person they wanted me to meet, much to my silent indignation knowing fully well this was another ploy of Mista's to set me up with someone, the feeling of tranquility seemed to have grown. Dark brown eyes were the first thing that came into my field of vision and shortly followed by Bucciarati's voice introducing me to the stranger. Eunice was what they called her but Trish, being herself, corrected me that she was called En. I recall fumbling over my words for a moment since I was still in deep in my noiseless reprieve given that the peace I felt was from her. How strange.

But as the night went on, surrounded by faces familiar and unfamiliar, I feel my intrigue grow as our conversation went on and the feeling of indignation was replaced with a sense of comfort and the distant echo of the song that played that night--Jackie and Wilson by Hozier--and for a moment, I knew this meeting with the elusive En would not be our last.'

[phantasmaltrain]

chapter five. after semi unannounced hiatus bc school is a pain. hi.

general summary :

elesa and ingo’s perspective is given a small amount of shine. a plan is made.

word count :

1,719.

whenever elesa received a text from one of the twins pertaining to the ‘sibling clause’, it was always a matter of;

“ alright, what did one of you do this time? ”

sibling clause. a silly rule the three of them had made up when they were kids. if ingo and emmet couldn’t decide on something, or one of them was doing something they potentially shouldn’t, elesa got to decide who was right.

surprisingly, this worked well for elementary school kids.

well enough that elesa still received the occasional “sibling clause.” message while the three of them were grown adults.

train boy number one || 9:40pm

Elesa.

It is that inevitable time.

elesa || 9:43pm

???

you alright over there ingo?

train boy number one || 9:45pm

No.

‘Sibling clause.’

elesa || 9:46pm

..alright, what did em do now.

train boy number one || 9:48pm

Something odd and dangerous happened this morning, and he refuses to elaborate on what it is.

It destroyed my home office as well as causing something amiss at the station, and he is even reporting whatever it is to Interpol.

He’s heading to Gear Station again with the officers- something to do with the security cams.

I worry for his safety.

elesa || 9:51pm

alright, so he’s at the station still?

i’m coming over. we can ask him what happened when he gets back.

the drive to the twin’s place was relatively short. while elesa did not consider herself in her best attire at the moment, for a model- it was late, and she was honestly rather tired- frankly, tired enough to hardly care, and she knew the treyne brothers would be the last people in all of unova to judge.

knocking on the door intently and taking a step back to wait, eventually there was the shuffling and clicking of it being unlocked, as ingo opened the door, a placid frown resting on his face, chandelure floating behind him with a wispy chime. not in disappointment of her arrival, no- she could tell by the way his brows were tightly knitted together in worry that he was simply still concerned in relation to what he had told her on the phone.

elesa eventually found herself tilting her head as she watched the other’s face, the two both heading inside as ingo shut the door.

“ never took you as one to wear those sort of costume contacts, ingo. is that something new you’re doing for the station? ”

( ingo seemed to just blink in confusion- once, twice, before eventually realizing what she meant with a silent “oh.” )

“ ah- that is another thing. ”

“ and that other thing is..? ”

“ for one, that is not a contact. i do not know how to explain it, but it’s not. ”

( as… utterly baffling as the explanation was, every bit and piece of ingo’s demeanor indicated it was the truth. his subdued frown, the way his arms rested behind his back in his standard work posture- while he was not as adamant about it as his brother, ingo was not exactly fond of lies either. ) the ghost-fire type, practically sensing the man’s mild distress, began to bump and prod at his shoulder with a low croon, as if demanding to be held as a distraction.

“ well did you see a doctor or go to the hospital for something like that? dragons, ingo- if emmet was home and you just told him that, he’d be the one calling me over! ”

( seeing as the other seemed almost sheepish about his unspoken answer, averting his silvery gaze with his arms cradled around chandelure’s glass body, ) elesa pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated, drawn out sigh.

“ so you haven’t told anyone other than your brother and me, nor have you seen a professional about it? alright, first thing tomorrow you’re getting dragged to the doctor’s. ”

“ it hasn’t caused me any difficulties, elesa, i am still feeling quite fine- ”

“ no buts. i will call you out of work myself if i need to. ”

( as ingo sighed in defeat, taking out his xtrans to place the call he would be out tomorrow, ) elesa crossed her arms in triumph, an almost smug look on her face. watching as the other soon retreated to the couch, sitting criss-cross while still comfortably holding chandelure in his arms, the dark haired woman’s face soon softened as she joined him, leaning over the sofa and resting her elbows on the backing.

“ for someone who’s ‘feeling quite fine,’ you look tired, iggs. either that, or chandelure’s burning off whatever energy you have right now. ”

( seeing as ingo quite literally had his head held right over the pokemon’s spectral flames; gentle shades of blue and purple, flickering across his face in warm ribbons of sorts, both could be true in tandem. seeing as his response was a quiet hum, rather than something vocal, ) the brief noise only echoed by chandelure’s ghostly chimes- elesa’s response was nothing short of an amused snort. raising a hand to flick a stray piece of silver hair on the man’s head, she eventually slumped down ever so slightly, her head resting on the couch backing as well.

“ alright. don’t fall asleep while we’re waiting for emmet, at least. ”

for a few minutes, they simply just shared the pleasant silence.

well, less of silence, more of the comfortable ambience of the household; the TV was running some documentary indistinctly as background noise, ingo’s pokemon seemed to come and go around the house, occasionally stopping to stick near the couch and join the cozy quiet, and chandelure was as close to sleeping as it could get, nestled in ingo’s arms with it’s indigo hued flames crackling quietly.

( ingo himself seemed almost asleep as well- his eyes half lidded shut and his head occasionally bobbing upwards as if trying to stay awake. )

as the sound of keys jostling the doorknob began to come from the front door- awkwardly subtle, as if whoever was doing so wanted to enter as undetected as possible, and was failing in that manner, both ingo and elesa sat up to attention, unsurprised when the lanky, silver haired figure of emmet stuck his head through the door. he looked almost mildly disheveled; his hair was hardly fixed at this point, and elesa could see the bits of gauze sticking out from under his shirt collar and sleeves as he removed his jacket.

“ i am emmet. ingo, why did you invite elesa over at such an hour? ”

the almost nervous inflection to his words were evident, as the two stayed silent, their expressions reading enough that the man in the doorway audibly sighed in defeat. hanging up his coat, he began rummaging through his pockets, drawing out a small, yet odd assortment of items; fabric scraps, something that resembled a pokeball, various post it notes all folded up neatly- elesa could not even fathom, off the top of her head, how any of these correlated to each other.

whatever explanation he’s about to give is going to be a long one- she mused that silently to herself, as emmet sat down on the couch, beginning to speak.

“ to emmet treyne. ”

“ you don’t know me. that’s ok. but i need you to listen very carefully to this note . ”

“ your brother is in danger. i can’t tell you what just yet, but make sure neither of you are in his office at 5:30 tomorrow morning. ”

“ -v. ”

“ but i do not believe i was their original target. ”

ingo and elesa both seemed to furrow their brows in unison.

“ so this ‘v’ individual- he knew what was going to happen today somehow, and that it would’ve targeted ingo if you didn’t interfere? ”

“ yes- and he’s been leaving notes since. his name is volo, supposedly. ”

( ingo had become admittedly distant from the conversation, as worried as he was. fiddling with the pokeball’s latch, he could not help but mull over the situation in his head to himself- that something bad could have happened to emmet because he decided to brute force his way into protecting him from some mysterious rift in time, attempting to stake a claim on his existence- that, and some stranger had either knew in advance or had predicted it within a matter of a day, and thought to warn his brother, not him. )

( the ongoing conversation seemed to break and chip at his piling thoughts; eventually he did lift his head, listening with what bit of energy he had at the moment. whether the azure and violet flames still stretching and flickering in front of him were simply tiring him more than he should be, or he was simply exhausted for the day, he wasn’t sure. )

“ so we should go find this volo guy, right? seems like the most obvious answer, as he clearly knows what’s going on, yea? ”

“ considering he has been visiting the doubles line consecutively since the initial warning, he will likely be there tomorrow. we will find him again. and we will figure this out. ”

“ and we’re getting ingo to the doctor for that eye. ”

( there was an audible groan of complaint from the silver haired man at that, ) and after a few beats of silence, the whole trio could not help but break out into a fit of laughter together.

they would figure this out. yep.

seeing as it was even darker out, now, elesa seemed to gather her things, heading to the door.

“ well it’s getting late, so i’ll meet you boys tomorrow for our little investigation! catch you later! ”

waving goodbye to their friend, ingo and emmet sat on the couch in silence for a few moments before emmet rose first.

“ alright, you heard elesa. we have a day ahead of us tomorrow, and that means going to sleep on time. ”

noticing the other man’s drowsy expression, he furrowed his brows, adding on his words with a scoff.

“ …and not on the couch. ”

[wooahaes]

Hi Daisy! Sorry this is kind of long. About your Jihoon reader dynamic, idk if this makes sense. As a chubby girl myself, i find that there's something endearing about acts of service or words of affirmation that don't necessarily have anything to do with weight or appearance at first glance?

For example, if the reader has insecurities about herself and jihoon is aware of that, he starts off by complimenting her personality, what he admires about her. He starts off with that to allow her to feel loved and validated and human again. Then he goes on to compliment her outfits, things that have to do with appearance, along with the compliments he is already giving her.

Regarding the acts of service. It could be things like putting food on her plate. Both when they are together and when they are with others who might be more judgemental. He does it silently but it makes a statement. "Yes she's chubby. I don't care. She deserves to be loved. To be able to eat without others judging her."

Something about Jihoon being able to pick up on these insecurities. The reader doesn't say anything. Jihoon kind of adjusts his behaviour around these things. It's kind of subtle and reader doesn't realise he's doing it. But eventually it really helps the reader.

Does that make sense? 😅

hi hiiii

i do like the idea of discussing insecurities? i try not to have all of my chubby!fem!readers as insecure sometimes (which i dont think ive written a ton like that? usually it'll be 'reader is usually okay w herself but shes having a bad day' since everyone can have a bad day) but tbh i feel like jihoon would be a good pick to like... have a softer kind of story that talks about insecurity within it

i do genuinely love the idea of jihoon being that kind of person whos compliments tend to come from a persons personality/abilities rather than their looks since thts kinda how he feels to me? more introspective and thoughtful of the others n whatnot :0

u 100% make sense and ill keep this in mind!! id def like to have more of a slow burn of jihoon and reader falling for each other slowly. plus tbh i can see jihoon wanting to compliment reader physically and getting flustered bc its kinda easier for him to say "i think you're very hardworking and i like this quality" over "i think you have pretty eyes" skdfhsdf

[jamzandbamz]

Part 2/2

I wonder if Jeff's previous youtube title choice meant anything in any significant way lol. Just a personal thought but as soon as I saw it I was like, "wait you have to be comfortable with that sentiment to claim it, right?" I know the algorithm is king lmao but would he have done that while pursuing the other G? It's not something to read into that much but it feels like something a more unattached Jeff would say. 🤔

If he's not unattached and he's still interested, maybe there have been some unavoidable barriers between them. It's interesting how G was traveling first, then he was, then he got sick... 😮 if anything else happens between them it would have to happen right around now, I guess, once he's caught up on work.

I can't remember when G deleted her tweet, but my guess is that she either wanted some privacy or is feeling some mortification after saying too much on their dates, especially since things may have gone silent on his end.

It's worth mentioning that she's very candid. This week she said she overshared on the V-day date, last week she said something vague about saying or doing too much and wanting to run away from LA and hide, so I'm assuming it's mostly related to the date. Idk if it's trauma dumping or maybe anxiety or if she's been through it recently, but it's interesting that she regrets it bc it means she's aware of it.

In one of the first vids of hers I clicked on, she opened up a lot about her family situation. It was interesting. She said that her mom has been an addict (alcohol +) for many years, since her childhood. She implied that they are on bad terms and said that she doesn't even speak to her anymore. She also opened up about historically having many friendship problems that repeat in various ways. She also said that her number one problem with herself is that she "hates herself." That's so tough, I feel for her but I also am curious about how she's approaching things now. I feel hopeful for her bc in her recent vids it sounds like she is all about making an effort to transcend her limitations rather than live out her programming, so I hope it all comes through for her 💗

But again, and this is just my opinion, Jeff, in contrast, who has rebelled, gone to jail, etc., still seems to have had a stable, well-meaning set of parents, a seemingly normal dynamic with them, and overall a relatively good upbringing with healthy bonding. I think he is able to form healthy romantic relationships and maintain them for a long time. This is the main reason why I can't realistically see Jeff going all in permanently unless she has experienced healing. I'm not here to judge and she seems very self aware and conscious of her patterns, so I think she'll find her way, but what she said did draw my attention.

Jeff has such a compassionate side, and I think he is calming and wanted to listen to her on the date when she opened up, and does like her, but I think he can sense if a new person can bond similarly in whatever budding dynamic he has with someone. Again, just my two cents.

I'll share this quickly, but I met with an amazing therapist and author a few years ago who shared that we form our subconscious concept of companionship through our relationships with our same gender parent (weird but interesting, there is more of a sibling vibe), and that we replicate it in our partnerships because companionship is at the foundation of romantic love. It's a major predictor of marital difficulty/success.

As far as personality/chemistry....I do think there is a lot of chemistry between them. She's a more confident version of Cierra to me. But I kinda do also feel a power clash. Do you feel that? Remember that psychic friend of his who said "don't marry your mother" LOL. It's just coming to mind.

This is kinda old news now BUT I'm happy to hear that the date went well and that Jeff makes her feel comfortable. My consistent impression is that he is not weird and doesn't make things unpleasant one-on-one, I remember the Godfather members saying he was always so friendly and easy to talk to. Still, it's sort of bizarre and ironic that SHE may have been the one to risk things and scare him off by being so candid, but I hope she feels better about it. I wonder what Jeff was really thinking.

So bottom line I think she likes him but is worrying about having fumbled things. And I think Jeff will decide eventually that she is not for him, unless she changes her mind first. She *has* followed him for a while, met three times, said she gets attached quickly...and doesn't seem to be deterred so far, so if they did start dating it wouldn't be surprising. She wants Jeff (unlike the prior sitch). But realistically, while I could see them possibly dating for a little bit... I can practically hear Jeff saying "it just didn't work out." I do kinda want to see him in a relationship tho. But I might take that back. 🤣🤣

I wrote a lot more than I expected!! I do think she's sweet and seems kindhearted so I hope she's doing well and the everything winds up working out for the best Xx

[yesimwriting]

The Promise of Rain

A/n finally writing that Kaz Brekker x reader angsty-fluff where the reader is all sunshine-y and Kaz is dramatic as always lol 

Might make this a blurb series bc i like this dynamic so much lol

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y reader 

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Kaz has a conversation with the reader (who’s a runaway princess) about what happens to people who stay near him. 

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He once said that he didn’t believe in Saints. A moment later he conceded that perhaps they existed in order to appease Inej, but he was quick to tact on that if Saints existed they didn’t care about him. Inej and I had exchanged a look, she pleaded with me in silence to let him be. I opened my mouth despite the look in her eyes, but he had walked away before I could get any words out. 

He believes that the Saints don’t care about him, but as soon as he was dragged in by Jesper, bleeding and more broken than usual, it had started to rain. The rain is a promise. The rain is a sign that he will wake up. 

I tap a finger against the forgotten book on my lap, ignoring the dried blood I’ve been too anxious to wash off. When Kaz wakes up he’ll either scold me or partially tease me for waiting here by his bedside. The rain continues, cascading down invisible hope. 

“Save your prayers, even for you the Saints won’t regard me.” Kaz. His voice is raspier than it should be and his slight condescension is blighted by the tired flatness of it. But it’s him. He’s speaking. 

I tear my gaze away from the window, almost forgetting to tamper down my relief before finally looking at him. I haven’t known him long enough to see him in any level of defeat, but I’ve heard enough stories. The fictional exaggeration of those that fear him have made him seem so immortal. Some part of me must have internalized that because to see him like this, to see him so human is too intimate. 

“Don’t be so narcissistic.” Something about Kaz always leaves me feeling challenged, like each comment is some kind of dare. I adjust my posture. “I wasn’t praying because I knew you’d be okay.” 

His expression is unchanging. “So much faith in me?” 

There’s a soft edge to his words, an attempt to twist some kind of awkward denial out of me. Some days I don’t think Kaz enjoys anything and then other days I think he enjoys any misstep in my words. 

I shrug, pushing down the flood of relief still attempting to crawl out of my chest. “You’re always okay.” I scratch the back of my wrist idly. “It seems the safe bet.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been taking gambling advice from Jesper.” 

I half roll my eyes. “No--Jesper and I don’t play together anymore.” I let out an easy sigh. “Last time I beat him he bordered on a hissy fit.” There’s the slightest hint of upturning at the corners of his lips. “I should go tell Jesper and Inej you’re awake.” 

“I think you should change out of that dress first.”

He was more likable when I thought he might die at any second. “Wow--Kaz Brekker the professional stylist.” He has no right to judge the formal gown I’m in. Yes, my outfit is ridiculous, but I’m only wearing it because the Crows needed someone they knew at a merchant’s party for a part of some scheme they wouldn’t share the details of with me. “Yes, I’m aware that this dress is more tulle than anything else, but I’m only wearing it because I was helping you.” 

I wait for some retort about how he could have managed without my assistance or some kind of comment about how I didn’t need such a large dress to flirt and distract the guards as the Crows snuck into the merchant’s private office. “You fit in there more than you said you would.” 

From anyone else, I’d consider this an insult. “I was making an effort for the sake of your plans.” 

“I saw you before I went into the office, you knew the dances, the man took your hand.” 

That’s the weirdest observation I’ve ever witnessed someone reflect on. “That’s how those dances tend to work.” I don’t hide the confusion in my expression. “How much blood did you lose?” 

Kaz’s piercing gaze drops to the blanket on his lap. “Not a concerning amount.”

“Why do I feel like we have different definitions of ‘concerning’?” 

His eyes flit upwards, a partial smirk playing at his lips. “We define a lot of things differently.” He pauses, “You defined the life you slipped into so easily tonight as something you could never do.” 

“I can’t.” What is his problem? “One dance is different than an eternity of planning teas and marrying some man who only keeps me so I can rear his children.” 

“You’d end up marrying someone who could give you things.”

He better not be implying I should be having children. I’m seriously starting to hope he did lose a significant amount of blood because that would be some kind of explanation. “I don’t want anyone to be giving me children right now, but I guess your concern is ni--”

“No, no,” he screws his eyes shut for a long second, “You know what I meant.” I stay silent. “You’re technically a princess, y/n, you could have more than the Barrel.” There’s an odd silence as he pauses. “Someone like you should have more than the Barrel.” 

He speaks like his word is law. That’s the one habit of his I can never seem to forgive. Is Kaz telling me to go home? To go back to a mother who dreams of marrying me off and a father with a temper that often leads to violence? He may be Dirtyhands, but he is no one to tell me who to go back to. Not after I risked my anonymity to get him into that merchant’s office. 

I shut my book and stand in one swift motion. “I’m going to tell Jesper and Inej that you’re awake.”

“Y/n.” I ignore him. “Y/n.” Again, I ignore him, approaching the doorway. The rustling of sheets leaves me frozen, hand on the doorknob. “Y/n.” 

Without thinking, I turn on my heels while glaring. There’s no way he’s proud enough to have climbed out of bed wi--and he’s standing. Standing almost directly behind me. 

“Kaz Brekker, I am going to say this one time and one time only.” I keep my words measured and my tone flat. No room for argument. “You just had nine stitches put in near your heart, get your ass back in bed before that is no longer your only injury.” 

He pauses, lips pressed together into a tight white line. And then his mouth opens, pried open by an oddly light sound. Did he just--Did Kaz Brekker just laugh? He doesn’t laugh. I didn’t think he was physically capable, and now he laughs while I’m threatening him? I should hit him on principle alone and damn the consequences. 

“Did you--” I’m gaping at him with a rage I am not accustomed to. “Did you just laugh?” 

Kaz is quick to shut his mouth. “You did swear you’d get me to laugh one day.” 

Saints--now he chooses to have some kind of sense of humor. “Not while I was threatening you for being an idiot after saying my lineage means that I’m meant to be trapped in the life I desire least.” 

“I didn’t say that.” I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t deserve more than this because of your family, you deserve more than this because--” He cuts himself off with a sharp sigh. “Do you remember what happened the day we met?” 

He had wanted to return me to my father for the money. I had managed to convince him I could be more useful working for him without profit. The first day had been tense, I had sworn to myself that I would hate him forever. 

“I remember really hating you.” I remember thinking him beautiful despite his darkness. “I remember it started raining on our way here.” 

“You had a hood, but you pushed it off your head to feel the rain.” I don’t remember that because indulging in the rain is instinctual to me. “You looked at the rain, and you smiled--and then you saw a woman with a child and you took off your hood and gave it to them.” 

“What does that have to d--” 

“Watching that felt like intruding on an intimate moment I had no business knowing about, but it wasn’t that to you. That moment was nothing to you because that moment was who you are.” 

I don’t understand what he sees in something I can barely remember. “Kaz, what does that have to do with anything?” 

“I’m the monster that children believe live under their beds, I’m the bastard of the Barrel, I’m someone who gets blood on everything near them.” His gaze is harsher than I’ve ever seen it as he focuses on the dried blood splotched across my hands and arms. “And then I can’t even help you wash it off.” 

Those last words are the closest to broken I’ve ever heard him sound. “Kaz--”

“And you’re the girl who looks at the rain like it’s a gift from the Saints.” 

Is he implying what I think he’s implying? Even if I believed him such a source of evil, even if I felt like touch mattered that much--why would he care? I keep the much more frightening implication at bay as I exhale. Clarity will only make this conversation worse. “That doesn’t matter.” The words leave me in a low whisper. 

I stare at the ground until his silence is something I can no longer bear. Looking up as cautiously as possible, I take in his expression. I’ve never seen him look so--so enraged. “It doesn’t matter?!” He doesn’t bother hiding the fact that he’s practically seething. “I’ve viewed your presence here as temporary since you first came and despite that, when I saw you there…” The breath he lets out is practically pained. “When I saw what your life is meant to be--I didn’t want you to go.” 

The admission breaks something hard in my chest. “I never wanted to go.” My eyeline drops to the ground. “I didn’t want to go when you were trying to make me, I didn’t want to go when it was only for that evening.” I swallow a lump of emotion restricting my throat. “When you were bleeding out and Jesper had to carry you back here I let myself imagine what it’d be like if you died. And it hurt. It hurt so badly I asked myself if I would rather never know you than feel that pain.” 

“Would you?” His voice has gone hollow. 

I finally look up again. “No.” That word leaves me more bare than any physical touch ever could. 

“I stain everything that stays with me,” his voice has seamlessly shifted back to a tone meant for business, “Me wanting you to stay is more than enough reason for you to leave.”

My chest aches as emotions I’ll never be able to place a name to pound against my chest. “I’m a princess that ran away from her family and tried to befriend her kidnapper--you can’t possibly be narcissistic enough to believe that you’re what’s corrupted me.” 

“Y/n,” his voice is gravely again, the way it was when he first woke up. 

“No. What could you possibly think I’d say to that?” He’s insane--I’m not even sure I understand what he’s implying. “You know I’ll never agree with what you’re saying, so I have no idea what kind of reaction you’re looking for.”

“Maybe a genuine one.” 

The comment is so frustrating I can’t help but roll my eyes. The irony of Kaz Brekker asking for a genuine reaction to an emotionally heavy comment is almost laughable. “My genuine reaction is that you’re acting like an idiot because I don’t agree with anything you’re saying, but calling someone an idiot after they’ve been stabbed in the chest is a little insensitive so I can’t give you my genuine reaction.”

Kaz half-scoffs, “You don’t agree? Y/n--are you hearing me!? I want--I want you to stay.” Even angry, the admission warms me. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “More than that I want--” 

“What?” 

He shakes his head once. “I want something that can never be because I can’t give what needs to be given to get it.” 

“Kaz, if it involves me staying you don’t need to give anything for that because I don’t want to go.” 

“I-want-you-to-stay-with-me.” The admission is pried from him by some invisible force. He speaks so fiercely the sentence comes out as one angry word. 

He speaks so quickly a part of me is convinced that I misheard him. I watch him as he moves back to the bed, sitting down in a way so resigned I wonder if I blurted something out on instinct. 

“Kaz,” this is embarrassing, “I wanted to stay with you even when I wanted to hate you.”

I take in his measured expression, the only thing implying any kind of reaction is the way his eyebrows draw together. “Don’t say that, you don’t understand what that means.” 

“Why? Because you’re convinced you’ll ruin me?” 

“Y/n, we’d be together with a wall between us, keeping us from ever touching.” 

“I will tolerate any amount of damage you’re so convinced staying with you will bring, I will stay with you and never touch you and think nothing of it--but I will not stay with you just to stand in front of a wall.” I let out a tired breath. “I will stay with you but my one condition will be that you have to let me know you.” 

Kaz’s intense gaze wavers. “The first thing you’ll know is that me allowing you to stay is a testament to my greed.” 

I give him a sharp look, “It’s not greed if I want to be here.” 

He half sighs, leaning against a pillow as he turns to look out the window. “It’s raining,” he muses, “The Saints must have done that for you.” 

The sentiment is so soft my heart feels like it’s constricting. “I thought you didn’t believe in the Saints.” 

“If they exist, they do so for people like you.” 

I push past the emotion in my chest as I move to sit in the same chair I was in earlier. “I was honest when I said I didn’t pray for you.” I scratch the back of my arm, a coldness passing over me. “I didn’t pray because I knew you would be okay because you had to be.” 

“They wouldn’t have saved me,” he mumbles, “Or maybe they would have for you.” 

I shake my head once, staring at the rain with more fascination than before. 

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[joysmercer]

college peddie hcs? (also bc of you im starting to become obsessed with the idea of nina/amber meeting up again in America and falling in love <3)

haha love that <3

as far as headcanons, thank you so much for asking!!! i have a shit ton and this got super ridiculously long so under the cut :D

basic background stuff (details are in the end section):

they go to uni in the US. they don't go to the same school but they're fairly close to each other (≤1hr travel)

ok up until literally yesterday i figured they were on the east coast to be near eddie's mom but then i was like. what if they're in california instead. so idk lmfao but they both do go back to eddie's house for thanksgiving/winter/spring breaks and patricia also spends the breaks she has between summer classes over there as well. nina and amber are both in/near NJ/NY so they hang out during said breaks

piper gets a scholarship to berkelee so she's in the US too

kt's uni is also near-ish to theirs so they see her on long weekends and stuff occasionally, whereas Mick's on a sports team at UCLA (soccer?) and travels across the country with it so when he visits patricia she introduces him to eddie and they immediately hit it off

patricia's a psych major and eddie starts off in psych but switches to education at the end of his first year, but decides his third year to become a firefighter or paramedic

ok on to the fun stuff:

halfway through the summer after grad/before college, they get into a huge fight because they bump into a girl patricia thinks eddie's a little too friendly with while eddie thinks she's overreacting and he says something like "im tired of trying to convince you to trust me"

they almost break up for good but after 3 days of silent-treatment they instead actually have a conversation! and set some actual boundaries and expectations! i wont bore you with the details because they dont fight about this particular issue ever again so it doesn't matter

they have date nights every friday, sometimes in each other's college towns or somewhere halfway between them. obviously if one of them has an exam or something, they reschedule, but this is something they do their absolute best to maintain

patricia lives in a suite like the one in tslocg and her three room/suitemates are stereotypical mean sorority girls who judge her for no reason so she doesn't spend a lot of time there if she doesn't have to.

she made the mistake of mentioning she had a boyfriend to them during their first week (when they were still acting nice) and she has to deal with a lot of snarky comments behind her back about who would possibly want to date her…cue them hitting on eddie when they first meet not realizing who he is lfksjl

eddie's in a tiny triple with a super studious premed roommate and some guy who's on the school football team and almost never there, but all three of them do get on fairly well and occasionally have video game competitions that get so boisterous their RA has to come and tell them to shut up

(eddie absolutely spends the emergency $ his mom gave him for food in case he runs out of swipes on a tv that barely fits in the room)

eddie has a tiny wallet-sized pic of him and patricia at junior prom (which presumably took place after s2) on his desk and his roommates tease him endlessly about it (in a good-natured way)

no but seriously though

maybe depressing but i think patricia ends up with a very low self-esteem after graduation because of how little "help" she perceived herself as being to sibuna during the events of 3b/tor and so she kinda decides to become a "better" student in uni and be "good" at that (quotes because it's not true but that's how she feels about herself, if that makes sense). eddie's a little shocked by this sudden change considering she was never as intense as mara or fabian in high school, and makes sure she's taking breaks and not putting too much pressure on herself

due to her not-nice room situation, patricia's also quite lonely her first year. going from having all your friends literally next door to you to everyone you live with hating you and being stuck in new country is…a lot.

eddie's super worried but she closes herself off until she bursts into tears at some point over thanksgiving break when ms. miller asks something like "how are classes going" and it's just :(

but things get better second semester and its fine

eddie has this (financially not-smart but very cute) habit of randomly showing up at patricia's school to hang out/study/grab dinner in the middle of the week

valentine's day their first year is a friday, when they have a scheduled date anyway, but patricia decides to return the favor and surprise him a little earlier.

his (very single) roommates let her in while he's in class and she decorates it (aka buys a boquet of flowers and puts string lights up) and makes a lil pyramid of burgers and fries from in & out/shake shack bc she knows he hasn’t had breakfast

he comes back from his 10am math class and almost cries

they eat n walk to his next class together

neither of them are particularly into stereotypical valentine's day couples activities so instead he takes her to costco so they can eat their hearts out on samples

they then share a pizza on the beach or a park bench or something

it's such a fun day that they end up doing something similar all four years

she takes classes every summer (to avoid going home). eddie just chills at home the first summer but does random internships the other two because he was so bored. these are the only times they're truly "long distance" while undergraduates, but they still manage to see each other in-person

they both move out of the dorms after a year. eddie gets a 3 bed apartment with his roommates and 2 other guys (so none of them are in a triple anymore lol); patricia shares a 1-bed with a friend from her club soccer team.

facetime study dates become far more common as she joins a lab that takes up a ton of time and he starts his teaching practicum

honestly, they just spend a lot of time on facetime, keeping each other company as they walk to-and-from class or do homework or cook dinner (patricia's spotted a fire in eddie's kitchen before he has more than once)

they both go back to the uk the december of their third-year at sweet's/the williamson's insistances. amber organizes a reunion at a mansion her family owns and all the newly-minted and/or "almost" 21-year-olds (remember, most of them have spent the better part of the last two years in the US and, with the exception of Mick, aren't keen on breaking yet another law more than occasionally) get super drunk for the first time in a while. at some point eddie goes up to fabian and says something like "you were wrong, she is the one, she always has been" and patricia hears and it's cute idk idc

eddie accidentally gets 4 tickets to see waitress on broadway in september of their third year (like 2 weeks after opening) except it's a weekday matinee so he recruits piper (aka bribes her with a date with his rommate) to convince patricia to skip class to see it

(she didn't need convincing; she just wanted to see piper on a date with a football player alksfj)

anyway eddie’s obsessed and patricia’s like eh about it but sees his excitement and buys their cookbook and surprises him with a homemade pie every week for the next six months

anyway piper's never seen patricia's college campus so the three of them go tour around and piper texts joy right after like "how did they get even more annoying together since high school"

like they've never been mushy or into pda but at this point. they just make sense together. piper's a bit shocked tbh

ok that's all iv got for now but yeah!!

ok some details on the background things I wrote above. this might be boring to most of you which is why it's here but i adore this kind of thing so i'm writing it:

while they both apply to both UK and US unis, they both would prefer to go to the US so that's what they do. they don't go to the same one because a) admissions for patricia are already difficult being an intl student without the limitation of both of them getting into the same one, and b) frankly they both need/prefer different school environments so it wouldn't make much sense for them both to choose the same place.

i do think both of them have very good grades from their first two years of hs and sweet helps a little with their last two (as he should tbh) so I would put their unweighted GPAs around 3.7+? they both do fairly well on their SATs/ACTs too so while they certainly aren't shoe-ins to, like, ivy leagues or UC Berkeley or something, they do have some very good options when acceptances come in

(this would be a good time to mention that I'm assuming Frobisher Academy or Amun or whatever it's called is basically an American school following the IB curriculum plopped in liverpool because we never see these guys taking their GCSEs/A levels and they all appear to be in the same classes all throughout the show which wouldn't make sense if they were supposed to be in A-level classes in seasons 2 and 3. also that would just make nina/eddie/kt's school situation a hot mess. plus I'm American and while my school did AP, I'm more comfortable writing with the US school system lol)

that one line about patricia not wanting to become a guidance counselor has made me fall in love with psych major!patricia. i have no idea what career she ends up in tbh but psych is broad enough it doesnt rlly matter

she also takes a ton of summer classes so she doesn't have to go home and ends up being able to graduate in 3 years but stays an extra year to do a minor in business or food studies or something "because why not"

(at least at my college you have to have your minor declared by halfway through third-year and she misses the deadline by 2 days and begs and maybe threatens the counselor until she's admitted afklsj)

she ends up graduating summa cum laude and goes on to do grad school during which she moves across the country from where eddie is

eddie on the other hand maintains a solid 3.6 and is perfectly fine with that

@/yackers came up with the idea of Firefighter Eddie which I absolutely love and am adopting into my own hc but i think he decides to do that only after his pre-med roommate becomes an EMT in third-year. so until then he just kinda follows patricia into a psych major because he has no idea what he wants to do but switches to education his first year after he actually genuinely enjoys his intro bio class due to a truly phenomenal teacher and thinks it might be fun to do that (his mom's the one who tells his dad though). basically he changes his mind a ton of times during uni but really enjoys whatever it is he's doing at the moment lol

[lazywonderlvnd]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly. 

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him. 

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it. 

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

*

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning. 

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences. 

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils. 

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

*

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

*

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather. 

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

 At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.