#im in an angsty mood hehe

[loversj0y]

it’s me again! crimeboys au where Wilbur is a witch hunter and Tommy is secretly a witch ☹️

- 🍐

got distracted writing and did not see this but

this one is more angsty to me bc i like the idea that they're already brothers, like established family type thing, and that witchcraft is something you dont choose but is chosen for you (tw for angst, mentions of hurting ones self, and definitely not an allegory for my own queerness)

so the night tommy is alone in his room, gets frustrated at something, and suddenly the lights in his room are flickering?

hes devestated. he begs it to not be true. he has never been a religious person, but that night he fucking prays.

and in the morning, wilbur is talking excitedly about how his last outing went, and how they were able to take down another witch, and every word feels like a stab in tommy's gut but he has to play along, he cant let wilbur know, his brother, who he adores and looks up to, he cant possibly let him know

so tommy tries to hide it. tries to act like its not real. subdues every magical impulse.

until it becomes too much. subduing natural magic is dangerous, and the results could be deadly if done for too long. so one day, after a particularly stressful evening, he's in his room, pacing the floor, and all of a sudden, he thinks for a moment about his frustration towards himself. and within moments, there's a bright flash of light, his windows are broken, his door's been blown off his hinges. and in the middle of it all, is tommy. laying there, passed out, with magic still pulsing from his hands.

wilbur isn't there when it happens, he's on a mission. but when he comes back to a call from phil telling him tommy's in the hospital, he rushes there immediately. hospital staff have a policy on not reporting any magic users, they know its far more dangerous to do that than to heal them and provide them some brief safety. so when wilbur arrives, and he finds out what happens.

he's devastated. because tommy was hurting himself. because his little brother was a witch, the one thing he worked to get rid of. and he didn't know what to think of it.

until he sees tommy. sees his little brother, pale and passed out in a hospital bed with an IV attached to his hand, and suddenly he feels like sobbing.

he rushes over and takes one of tommy's hands in his own, and is almost at a loss for words, but eventually manages to stutter out

"tommy, why?- why didn't you tell anyone? you were hurting yourself"

tommy's reply is meek, voice barely audible. "i didn't want to disappoint you."

[just-call-mefr1es]

quick tbp x thg ramble so it makes sense (i had a conversation with myself while pacing my bedroom about this so i need to write about it)

cw: spoilers for the hunger games and blood/gore mention!! (i dont think its that heavy, but still)

okay, so in the actual HunGER GAMES, book and movie (well i don’t remember if this was actuallyin the book, but whatever) Johanna takes out Katniss’ tracker in the qq3 so that the capitol can’t track her when d13 saves her, and so on and so forth. also, it could also be because they didnt save peeta and johanna cause they probably didnt have their trackers romoved, therefore d13 didn’t save them. annie’s a different story but im not gonna talk about her rn (i stil love her very much tho dont get me wrong💗). even though im not 100% sure if thats the main reason for them not saving peeta n johanna (but im sure it may be A reason), since its been a hot minute since ive read/watched thg and i may have forgotten something, so yeah there.

And how does this play into my tbp x thg au? well,,,, (turns on geek mode) d13 reached out to billy first, since they thougth he was capable enough to get finney&friends™️ to d13 somewhat safely. with this, he was obviously instructed to remove their trackers, so he did as he was told. well, he tried. he told vance about the plan after he realized how kuch he was willing to sacrifice for bruce and griffin, and soon enough, the others,and since he thought he was more capable of doing the act of removing the trackers (you have to actually GET IT OUT of your arm, for those who didn’t know) than he was. Vance said sure, but removed his own tracker first. Why? cause he knew it was a painful process and billy urged him to. anygays, billy got finney’s tracker out, but he and vance had a hard time getting robin, griffin and bruce’s out cause

1. Finney would not fucking leave robin’s side, and everyone knew that he would probbalh go berserk if they even tried to touch robin, let alone CUT OUT A GASH ON HIS ARM. (btw, billy cut out finney’s arm during that same time period that johanna did for katniss in the movie and/or book if it happened at the same time (my memory is trash))

2., because vance was so hesitant to potentially harm Griffin and Bruce. Yes, he knew it was for their own good, but at the same time. He had to cut out the specific section of the arm, and he thought that if he did that, then Bruce amd Griffin would think he was kust that merciless killer the capitol made him to be. Plus, he couldn’t just *tell* them why he was gonna do what he was gonna do, cause the capitol was watching their every move. billy kept urging vance to do it when their time in the arena was nearing to the end, and vance just waved him off, saying that he will soon (spoiler alert, he didn’t.)

so yeah, that’s why bruce griff and robin got stuck in the capitol, and another reason vance blames himelf (hes not okay guys). when the rescue team set out to rescue the three, they were obviously more confident to take out their trackers (i know for sure that the capitol gave them new ones) compared to vance and did NOT hesitate ripping em out (they needed to get out of there quickly).

wowe that took a while to type. sorry not sorry @meepmoopweeeeeeeeeee

[junkissed]

The best part of not having the best memory at times is that I do not have a clue what the ask I sent previously said, what so ever 😂

All that I kinda remember is fluff and maybe angst with author freedom. But honestly however you write I am gonna love it 🥰

Also I remember saying multiple times (or at least I think so) that you don’t have to write this idea/request and if you do, take as long as you want on it. ❤️

Anyway, back to not so great memory part of this small essay of an ask 📝🤣

If you do eventually write it (no pressure really ✨) I get double the surprises. The surprises you wrote and maybe I might remember my ask 😂

Well, have a lovely day 🥰 Here is a pic of Jun

asdjfsd LMAO honestly same i send my mutuals so many asks and then they answer them and i'm like ?? where did those come from ?? but don't worry i did get your ask and i think it's so cute!!! i do have a ton of other older things that i wanna get thru this summer so it may take me a while to finish it (some of the asks i'm working on rn are over a year old 😭SO sorry to those anons who probably aren't even on tumblr anymore oops) but i'm definitely not opposed to writing yours if i get a chance 🫶 and thank you for the juns (this ask + the last one) i love him!!!!!!!! <333

[hoonieyun]

words that leave wounds .‸.

an argument leads to an exchange of words that leave wounds heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: angst, heat of the moment, drama, established relationship warnings: profanity, arguing, miscommunication?, 18+

hoonieyun notes: i have just been in such an angsty mood... im sorry- but there will be a part two hehe im also trying to get some ideas flowing for my angst series coming for febuary lol

part two taglist closed! read part two here

more under the cut .. !

heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

“can you stop? you’re being so annoying right now.” after those words left heeseung’s mouth, the silence that filled the room became suffocating. all you could hear was your heart beating and it felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. heeseung knew what he said was rude but his pride prevented him from apologizing in that moment, choosing to stand behind what he said even if he felt bad for saying it.  “annoying? i’m trying to ask you to clean up after yourself because you made our room a mess… and i’m being annoying? do you think i want to come home to such a messy bedroom and have to clean up after my grown ass boyfriend who clearly doesn’t give a fuck?” you had tried to remain calm and believe that heeseung didn’t mean it but in the time of silence and his apology being absent within that time, you decided that you’d let him know how you felt if that was what he was doing too.  heeseung sighs at your words and tries to hide his eyes rolling as he wipes his face with his hand but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, causing you to roll your own eyes as you watch him, waiting for a response.  he stands up from his desk, pausing his game and tearing his headphones off, “no one asked you to clean up after me” heeseung says, slightly throwing his hands in the air.  you scoff at his reaction, “alright, then you can deal with this mess because i certainly won’t.” and with that you grabbed your phone and purse, making your way to your front door to slip on your shoes and leave.  “where are you going??” heeseung says, running after you as he watches you put your shoes on. “why do you care? it’s not like you’d listen to me anways.” you say, bitterness in your tone and before heeseung could even respond, you’re slipping through the front door and his voice gets caught in his throat as the door slamming echoes throughout your shared apartment.  you had waited outside the front door for a few minutes, waiting to see if heeseung would follow you and when he doesn’t, you wipe away the single tear falling from your eye as you make your way to your car, unsure of where to go.

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

“when did you get so overbearing?” jay sighs, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as he stares at your standing figure in front of him. the two of you had been arguing about his whereabouts ever since he started going out late and drinking with his friends. this wasn’t a new behavior of his but lately, it’s been happening every day opposed to just the weekends.  you weren’t sure what was happening with him but his words were now becoming pointed as the argument goes on.  “overbearing?” you ask and in jay’s current drunken state, he rolls his eyes; already knowing that this argument was just going in circles.  “sorry that i care and worry about you? is it so hard to send me a text every now and then to say where you are or when you’re coming home?  you’ve been out drinking every fucking night and i have to sit here worried about where the fuck you are until i receive a text from one of your friends that you’re too fucking drunk to drive home or when you stumble into the apartment at 3 in the morning drunk off your ass!” you had been holding this in for a while now, your emotions eating at you as you bottle it up because you didn’t think it was fair to dump your emotions on your boyfriend but clearly he didn’t have that same consideration for you.  you took care of jay whenever he came home drunk, aiding him in his drunken state and the next day when he’d wake up hungover and each time there was no consideration for you and how you’d feel having to spend hours at night worrying about him and then having to take care of him as if he wasn’t a grown adult.  “i don’t need you to do all of that! if worrying about me so much is causing you stress then stop? i don’t need you to worry about me, i don’t need you!” jay says, voice now way above a whisper and you could tell he was genuinely upset because his eyes would shut as he said those hurtful words and the veins in his neck would become prominent.  “you don’t need me?” you ask and although it comes out as a question, you weren’t looking for an answer.  his words hurt but those set of words wounded you. like each word was a stab into your heart.  you don’t let jay respond and when he does try to, everything comes out as a stutter.  everything happens so fast and before jay could fully process what he had even said, you were already leaving your shared apartment and driving away.  jay tries to call you several times and each time it goes to voicemail, choosing to leave you multiple texts.  from: jay <3 where are you going?? its late come back and lets talk this out stop being dramatic, just come back yn?? where are you? baby come on…

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

“chill the fuck out okay? fuck, get off my back!” jake says with a huff and although the two of you rarely got into arguments, this was the worst one. you had spent all day running errands, groceries, laundry, dishes, picking up and dropping layla off at the groomers, and all the while you were on your period and weren’t feeling the best.  all you asked of jake was to transfer the laundry into the drier but to make sure to take out the knit blanket so it could be air dried instead. the blanket was made by your grandmother before she passed and you cherished that blanket dearly and putting it into the dryer would cause the crochet to come undone and potentially get ruined. although jake did transfer the clothes into the dryer, he forgot to take out the blanket and when you had gotten home, the blanket was mishapen and distorted. a gasp rips through the air and you stomp over to jake who was lounging on the couch in the living room, the argument erupting because he just seemed to not care that it was a big deal to you even if it wasn’t to him.  “don’t talk to me like that, jake.. i don’t care if you’re upset or feel a certain way but don’t you ever speak to me that way.” setting boundaries was a big thing for you in every relationship you’ve been in and with jake it seemed like your boundaries were never overstepped as he was very mindful of you– but right now it seems like he doesn’t necessarily care.  the fight escalated very quickly and as you and jake argue back and forth and round and round, it wasn’t going anywhere as you continued to voice your frustrations while jake just seemed to deflect and act like they weren’t a big deal.  “i wouldn’t yell at you if you didn’t rile me up! it’s just a blanket, you can get another one.” jake retorts and you sigh because clearly he hadn’t been listening to anything you’ve said in the last 20 minutes.  you had explained multiple times that it wasn’t just a blanket and that it meant a lot to you and you simply couldn’t just get another one because it was crocheted by your grandmother who is no longer with you.  “you know what, i’m not dealing with this.” you say while grabbing your phone off the counter alongside your car keys. you bundle up the blanket in your arms and when jake notices that you’re about to leave, he gently grabs your wrist to stop you. “where are you going? we’re not done talking..” he says, voice now gentle.  “jake, please let me go. i need some space to clear my head.” you explain, not even bothering to look at him as his grasp loosens.  “tell me where you’re going at least, so i know you’re safe…” jake says, guilt clear in his voice.  “i don’t know where i’m going but i’ll text you later.” you explain and with that you’re walking through the front door, leaving jake to his own thoughts and reflect on the image of you walking away from him that would replay constantly in his mind for the rest of the day.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

“stop being so sensitive!”  your sensitivity was always something you struggled with… and sunghoon knew that. the two of you had been arguing all night because of something one of his coworkers said about you during a work dinner and because sunghoon was afraid that if he defended you it would result in him not getting the promotion, he chose to stay silent.  your mood instantly changed at the dinner and you became more quiet and closed off than you would originally be around new people. sunghoon had invited you to this work dinner because all of the execs at his job would be bringing their wives so he thought it would be a good idea to bring his lovely girlfriend but it resulted in the men sharing laughs at your expense.  even the wives of some of the men would send glares at them for the off hand comments about you being so shy and timid and if you had known you would be the talk of the dinner, you wouldn’t have shown up, but you did… because you wanted to support your boyfriend; something he clearly didn’t care to do.  “i’m not being sensitive, they were making comments about me throughout the whole dinner and you didn’t defend me once!  you laughed with them like i was just some joke… even the wives were uncomfortable and were looking at me so pitiful.” you said, voice trembling as you changed out of your clothes from the dinner.  “it was just a joke, lighten up. you know that these guys are higher ups and i needed to make a good impression on them so i can get the promotion.  do you not want me to get promoted?” and there it was. sunghoon’s specialty; switching the blame onto you and making it seem like your sensitivity was the root of all of the problems.  “of course i want you to get promoted, i’ve supported you every step of the way since you got hired at this company but how is it supposed to make me feel when these strangers are making fun of me?  is it worth it to make a good impression on them at the expense of my well-being? you know what– don’t even answer that because i know you wouldn’t understand.” you say, choosing to slip into a hoodie and head back to the front door.  “where are you going?” sunghoon says, clearly annoyed with you even if you hadn’t done anything wrong.  “you know– maybe if you stopped thinking i was too senstive and started to realize that maybe you were being insensitive, you’d understand how i’m feeling.” you say as you open the front door and close it behind you, not allowing sunghoon to get another word in.  you’re starting up the car and backing out of your driveway when you see sunghoon running out, waving his hands in the air to get your attention. you don’t bother rolling down the windows to hear him out because he hadn’t given you that grace. fighting the urge to let the tears fall and cloud your vision as you drive to god knows where.  sunghoon lets his head fall back in frustration as he watches the car drive away. you two weren’t unfamiliar to arguments but you had never walked away… and this time you did. 

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[juleswritesstuff]

hiiii angel!! I looooved your jegulus fics, so could i request a jegulus x fem reader where harry's their son (ofc) and like the grown-ups have a small fight(nothing too sirius) and lil har (who's living a pretty normal life) who's just like 12 or so thinks his mum is leaving(effect of too many muggle movies n shows lmao) and he panics a bit and it gets a lil angsty but then they all comfort him and cuddle while watching something disney perhaps? im sry if its too detailed hehe have a good day <3!

Hi to youuu! This was such a cute request, I loved writing it <3

I hope I did it justice 💗

poly!jegulus x fem!reader

warnings: none

The argument wasn’t even that serious. At least, not in your mind.

James had left the laundry half-done again, Regulus was on his usual tirade about “order” and “structure” in the house again, and you-

Well, you were just trying to drink your tea in peace. 

But, as always, the Potter-Black household couldn’t stay quiet for long.

“I’m just saying-” you sigh, placing your cup down a little harder than necessary “-if you start a chore, finish it. It’s really not that complicated, James”

James, standing in the kitchen, his hands still damp from Merlin-knows-what, throws them up dramatically “I was going to finish it! But then Pads called, and I got distracted”

You suppress a laugh. Of course Sirius was involved.

“Oh, of course” Regulus, seated stiffly at the dining table with his arms crossed like an old-world aristocrat surveying an unworthy subject, lets out a sharp, unimpressed scoff “ Because when Sirius calls, the entire world must stop, and we must all kneel at his feet in reverence”

James pouts, looking genuinely wounded “That’s not true”

You glance at Regulus just in time to catch his expression. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched, lips curled into that ‘really?’ smirk he does so well.

You rub your temples, already feeling the impending headache from their antics.

 “James, love, you always do this. You start something, get distracted, and then I end up finishing half your chores because I don’t want Regulus to have an aneurysm”

Regulus clicks his tongue “I do not-”

“Yes, you do” you interrupt “You dramatically sigh, shake your head, and look at me like I’ve let down the entirety of England by allowing James to run unchecked”

James snorts, shoulders shaking with laughter. Regulus shoots him a glare.

“Look-” James says, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair “-it’s just laundry. It’s not like I forgot to pick Harry up or left a potion brewing unattended”

“Not this time” Regulus narrows his eyes.

A dramatic gasp leaves James’ lips.

“I have never, not once in my life, forgotten about my own son, thank you very much” he states, only for his expression to turn a little sheepish as he adds “About the potions, though-”

And you want to laugh, you really do. At the absurdity of the situation, at James’ antics, at Regulus’ vein on his temple almost throbbing from the half-scowl he is sporting. 

But it’s late, you are tired and there’s still a pile of unwashed clothes sitting in the corner who is just waiting for someone to take care of it.

“You know what? Whatever. I’ll just do it myself” you groan, pushing your chair back.

That’s when you hear it. 

A sharp intake of breath from the doorway.

Harry.

You turn and find your son standing there, his posture too rigid, his face too carefully blank. His eyes flicker between the three of you, sharp and searching, and suddenly, the air in the room feels heavier.

Your frustration evaporates in an instant.

“Mum ?” he asks, his voice measured but tight “Are you guys… okay?”

The shift in mood is immediate.

“What ?” James blinks, his lighthearted demeanor slipping instantly.

Harry’s fingers twitch slightly at his sides, his weight shifting from foot to foot almost nervously.

“It’s just- you’re arguing, and it sounds kind of serious, and I-” he hesitates, like he’s not sure he wants to say the next part out loud “I just want to know if I should… be worried”

Your stomach twists. Hard.

Regulus immediately straightens, his earlier exasperation vanishing. “Harry” he says, voice softer now, careful “Of course not”

James frowns, concern overtaking his features. 

“Hold on, you thought-” his voice falters for a second before his face shifts into something stricken, pained “Oh, mate”

But you-

Your breath catches in your throat.

Worried ?

Your heart clenches, sharp and painful, because-

Oh, sweetheart, no. 

You step forward instinctively, reaching for him, like touching him will tether you both to reality, to the undeniable fact that you would never -never- leave him. None of you would.

“Sweetie-” you press a gentle hand to his arm, stroking gently, making him feel your warmth, your presence “-this wasn’t anything serious. We were just bickering. It’s normal”

Your voice almost cracks at the sight of his big, worried eyes.

Harry exhales, but his jaw is still tight.

“Yeah, but-” he lets out a humorless chuckle, but there’s something bitter underneath “-in those Muggle movies you showed us…the parents start arguing about stupid things and pretend it’s nothing, and then boom, divorce”

Your stomach lurches.

Regulus’ breath catches in his throat.

James looks horrified, like someone has just told him Quidditch was canceled forever “Laundry isn’t a ‘boom divorce’ argument! It’s a ‘James is a little shit but we love him anyway’ argument”

“It’s true” Regulus lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh -but there’s no humor in it.

James looks beyond offended.

But you’re barely listening.

Your chest is still tight, your fingers gripping Harry’s arm a little too firmly, because he actually thought you might leave. 

That one argument over laundry could break apart his world.

For the first time in years, something close to heartbreak flares in your chest.

Harry, your baby, your bright-eyed, brilliant, sarcastic little boy -the one who still rolls his eyes when you kiss his forehead but leans into it anyway- he actually thought that you’d walk away. That you’d leave him behind.

And the thought alone almost knocks the breath out of you.

You swallow past the ache, past the guilt clawing at your throat. 

“Harry” your voice is firmer now, but no less gentle “Love, I promise you- we argue, yes, but it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. It doesn’t mean we’re leaving”

“No ?” 

That one word, that single uncertain word coming out if your little boy’s mouth is almost enough to make your heart stop. 

“No, sweetie-” you reassure him, trying your hardest to ignore the lump in your throat as you take his little hand in yours “-Merlin, no. No one’s leaving, ok ?”

Regulus steps closer, voice still uncharacteristically gentle “We are a family. That doesn’t change just because your dad is insufferable about chores”

“I feel attacked” James mutters, always the one to brighten up the mood. Even when he was panicking and worried himself at the idea of his son having such dark thoughts.

He concealed it well, but not well enough for you and Regulus not to notice.

Harry finally huffs a small laugh, some of the tension leaving his frame.

James grins and pulls him into a loose hug, ruffling his already messy hair and smacking a loud kiss on his forehead “Harry, you really thought we’d let something as stupid as unfinished laundry break up our family ?”

Harry hesitates for half a second before leaning into the embrace. 

“I mean-” he says, muffled against James’s shoulder “I wouldn’t put it past Dad to actually file for divorce over a mess”

Regulus scoffs “That is not true”

Harry pulls back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, in a way so Regulus-like that you almost start laughing.

Regulus huffs “…Mostly not true”

James cackles, tightening his grip on Harry. Harry follows him, the corners of his lips tilting up in a genuine smile, the frown between his eyebrows melting away.

You feel like you are able to breathe after centuries of suffocation, your son’s smile being the oxygen you need to live.

“See ?” you reach out, running your fingers through Harry’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple “We’re fine. We’ll always be fine”

Harry lets out a breath, and for the first time since he walked in, he fully relaxes.

The heaviest of weights suddenly gets lifted from your chest.

“Alright, I think we need something comforting after all that” after a pause, you smile looking at your son knowingly “Disney movie ?”

Harry tilts his head up so fast his glasses bounce on his nose. The sight is so endearing you almost melt to a puddle on the floor.

“Can we watch The Lion King ?” he asks, eyes sparkling and full of hope.

“Must we ?” James groans like he’s in physical pain “That movie makes me cry every time”

“Oh, yes” Regulus’ mouth curls up in that scheming way of his “Let’s absolutely watch The Lion King”

James groans again, dramatically flopping backward like a man defeated “I don’t know why I suffer like this”

Regulus rolls his eyes but tugs him up by his sleeve “Come on, drama queen”

By the time you all curl up on the couch, James is wedged between you and Regulus, and Harry is sprawled comfortably against his side, absently toying with the hem of James’s sleeve. The tension from earlier is completely gone, replaced by something much warmer, much safer.

Halfway through the movie, you glance over at Regulus. He’s still watching, his sharp features soft in the glow of the screen. James shifts slightly, reaching out to take his hand, thumb brushing over Regulus’s knuckles.

Harry watches the movement, a small, quiet smile tugging at his lips.

You catch his expression, and something warm blooms in your chest. Because this -this closeness, this love, this undeniable proof that you are his family- is what he needed to see.

You squeeze James’s other hand, and he turns to you, his expression sleepy but affectionate. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then shifts to nudge Regulus with his nose until he relents and kisses him too.

Harry lets out a small, amused sound, shaking his head.

“You guys are so- ” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but his voice is lighter, more at ease.

Regulus smirks “So?”

Harry just smiles “Never mind”

A comfortable silence settles between the four of you, the only sound coming from the movie playing in the background.

Then, without warning, Harry shifts. 

It happens so fast that neither of you can react properly before there’s suddenly a twelve-year-old boy flopping dramatically across your laps. His head lands squarely in yours, his legs stretch across Regulus’, and his back presses against James, pinning him in place like an overgrown cat making himself comfortable.

James lets out a surprised ‘oof’, a playful smile on his face as his arms come to rest on your son’s stomach.

Regulus, however, blinks down at the boy now draped over him like a human blanket. “Are you serious?”

“Nope, that’s Uncle Pads” Harry quips, grinning up at him from your lap.

Regulus exhales, long and suffering, and gives you a look. But his lips twitch, betraying him, as he mutters “You are so your father’s child-”

James perks up immediately, grinning proudly “He really is, isn’t he?”

“-and i did not sign up to be used as furniture” Regulus groans, but you can see the way he, instead of moving Harry off of him, shifts slightly, adjusting so the weight is more comfortable, making room for him.

You snort, tucking your feet up onto the couch, smoothing back your son’s hair, fingers slipping easily through the messy strands. 

You glance down at him, warmth flooding your chest at the sight of him looking so utterly at ease. He’s always been sharp and quick-witted, always acting like he’s too cool for affection -but now, with his head resting in your lap and his legs draped across Regulus as he smiles at him like a cheshire cat that got his way, he looks young again. Safe.

Your heart swells.

“Comfy ?” you chuckle, your thumb smoothing over Harry’s soft cheek.

“Very” he sighs dramatically, shifting just enough to make sure he’s well and truly settled, as if the three of you exist purely for his comfort.

Regulus exhales sharply, looking at you as if you can possibly fix this.

“Welcome to parenthood, love” you just shrug, biting back a smile.

Regulus huffs a light, slightly incredulous laugh, but his arms come to rest absentmindedly on Harry’s legs, hands rubbing his shins lightly over the soft fabric of those ridiculous deer printed pajama pants Sirius (and, with not little compliant from his part, Remus) had gifted him on his birthday, a soft glint in his silver eyes as he looks at your little boy and his mischievous grin. 

He looks so much like James like this. Carefree, young James, who ran through Hogwarts’ hallways without a care in the world just to see you and Regulus at the end of your class, and spouted the most absurd pick-up lines you have ever heard in your entire life still to this day.

Your gaze meets Regulus’ and you know he is thinking the same exact thing, the warm fondness in his features giving him away.

Who knew, back then, that those cheesy words and that same troublemaker smile, so similar to the one on your son’s face, would’ve led you here ?

The movie plays on, the soft glow of the television flickering over the four of you, but it’s almost secondary to the warmth settling between you all.

At some point, James shifts, letting his head drop against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck. 

You hear him sigh. Content, comfortable.

Regulus chuckles “Are you planning to stay there forever?”

“Mmh…”James hums, making a big show of burrowing further into you before turning to press his face into Regulus’s shoulder instead “Yes”

Regulus tenses for all of three seconds before sighing and adjusting slightly. Just enough to make space for him. 

“You silly man” he murmurs, but one of his hands moves from Harry’s legs to James’s hair, fingers brushing through the still unruly as ever strands in slow, absent patterns.

You smirk, reaching over to do the same, your fingers tangling into James’s curls from the other side.

James lets out a pleased little sound, muffled against Regulus’s sweater “You both love me so much”

“Says who ?” Regulus huffs, though his fingers never stop moving. 

“The nearly fifteen years you’ve spent by my side ?” James muses, looking as smug as he did back in Hogwarts, his hair a perpetual mess and that grin that magically got him out of every trouble. 

“I’m afraid he might be right with this one” you laugh softly, letting your hand drift down to squeeze James’s shoulder, your eyes still on Regulus.

Harry, still sprawled across all three of you, cranes his neck just enough to squint up at his father “Papa, do you really require this much attention at all times?”

James, without shame, nods “Yes”

You let out a snort, because it is the truth. And even Harry noticed it.

The movie continues, and the familiar opening notes of the stampede scene start playing. 

James, already bracing himself, shifts slightly in his seat.

Regulus notices instantly. 

“Oh, for- James, are you actually-”

Harry shifts slightly, glancing up at James “Are you crying yet?”

“No” James says preemptively, voice wobbly, his eyes slowly but surely welling with tears.

You smirk “Oh, you absolutely are, Jamie”

“I am not” James insists, voice cracking slightly.

Harry snickers, tapping James’ hand on his tummy in what you are sure is supposed to be a reassuring but still teasing gesture “Sure, Papa”

“It’s not my fault this scene is heartbreaking” James groans, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.

Regulus hums, unimpressed "It’s a children’s film, James"

"With emotional depth, Reggie!" James gestures wildly with one hand while the other stays firmly wrapped around Harry, who’s still sprawled across all three of you "Do you even have a heart?"

Regulus huffs, lips twitching "No. I sold it the day I met you"

You bite back a grin, watching the way Regulus tries –and fails– to keep a straight face while you press a kiss into James’ curls.

The movie continues to roll, but the warmth of the moment feels like it’s come to life beyond the screen. 

The laughter, the shared glances, the quiet affection -it all wraps around you like a cozy blanket, the kind you never want to leave. 

Harry, still nestled in your lap, lets out a soft sigh, his eyelids drooping as the comfort of the scene lulls him into relaxation. His head, heavy with sleep, tilts gently against your stomach, and you let out a contented breath, your hand brushing through his hair once again.

James shifts, peering down at him “We’re losing him”

You smile, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair from Harry’s forehead, his eyes fighting to stay open, trying not to lose their battle against exhaustion.

Regulus, still stroking James’s hair, tilts his head slightly “You’re next”

James gasps, scandalized “I am a grown man, Regulus. I do not just-” He pauses to yawn. Loudly.

“Mmhm. Sure” Regulus smirks.

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to James’s temple before tilting your head to catch Regulus’s gaze. He’s already watching you, something unreadable but unmistakably fond in his expression.

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together, and squeeze gently. He exhales, and then, slowly, without fanfare, he leans his head against James’, his free hand coming up to rest lightly over yours.

There’s a long moment of quiet, just the soft hum of the credits rolling in the background.

And then, in the silence-

“Reggie?” James mumbles sleepily, voice thick with drowsiness.

“Mmh ?”

James lifts his head just enough to squint at him, a lazy grin curling at his lips. “You definitely cried when Harry was born”

Regulus stills. His hand falters where it’s been absentmindedly tracing circles against your thigh, fingers going stiff. 

“What does that have to do with anything right now ?” he asks, his mask of indignation barely holding on.

A quiet snicker breaks the stillness. You glance down to find Harry --half-asleep but still listening– curled up against you, his warm breath fanning across your skin. 

He shifts just enough to peer up at Regulus, his voice drowsy but amused “Did you really?”

James grins, tightening his arm around your waist as if to anchor himself. 

“Oh, like a baby” he confirms, his voice rich with teasing as he looks at Harry with a fond but teasing smile “Mum held you up, love, and Reg absolutely lost it. Sobbing. Whole thing.”

You smother a laugh against the back of your hand. 

“I remember” you add, tilting your head to meet Regulus’s gaze “You clung to me like I was going to disappear. Kept saying, ‘He’s so small. He’s so small’”

Regulus exhales, rolling his eyes, though there’s no true irritation -just that quiet, reluctant fondness that always softens his edges when it comes to you, to James, to your son. 

“He was small” he mutters, his fingers resuming their slow, soothing strokes along Harry’s leg.

James hums, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb. 

“He fit in my hands” he murmurs, a note of awe still lingering in his voice even now “I thought if I breathed wrong, I’d break him”

You smile fondly as the memories of that day flow through your mind. You remember being a mess, tears rolling down your eyes uncontrollably as soon as the nurse put Harry, your baby, your most precious treasure, in your arms for the first time.

And, yet, you also vividly remember that, despite the wreckage that you were, James and Regulus managed to be an even bigger trainwreck.

Harry makes a soft noise, shifting slightly between you. His words come slow and heavy with sleep “’M still here, though”

Regulus’s expression softens as he glances down at him. 

“Yes” his hand drifts almost absently to smooth over Harry’s curls, his fingers gentle and careful “You are”

Harry’s lips curl in a sleepy, knowing smile “Bet you love me even more now”

Regulus huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing along his son’s temple. 

“I do” he admits, an emotion in his voice, in his eyes, that he rarely lets shine through.

You and James just smile at each other fondly, sharing Regulus’ sentiment, the love etched in his gaze.

Harry, now fully amused, drowsily smirks up at him “Aw, Dad. You do have a heart”

Regulus exhales, shaking his head in bewilderment. Half of that lovely spark in his eyes turning into amusement.

“Oh, you little shit. You've been spending way too much time with uncle Sirius, you know ?” the words are warm, practically dripping in affection. And instead of pulling away, Regulus lets his hand settle on Harry’s arm, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns.

But there’s a glint in his gaze that both you and James seem to notice, a smile blooming on your faces. 

Before Harry can react, Regulus’ hand moves down to his side, fingers pressing lightly against his ribs, just enough to make him squirm. Harry lets out a startled yelp, his body twitching instinctively as a breathy laugh spills from his lips.

“Wait- Dad- no-” Harry gasps between shrieks, already trying to wriggle away, but there’s nowhere to go. He’s sprawled across all of you, completely trapped.

“Oh ? I thought I was being soft ?” Regulus only smirks, his fingers dancing against Harry’s side, pressing gently into the most ticklish spots with practiced precision.

You grin, watching fondly as Harry flails, his laughter bubbling uncontrollably “Mercy ! Please !”

Regulus hums, pretending to consider it. 

“Hmm. Fine” he finally lets up just enough for Harry to catch his breath, fingers slowing to a gentle, absentminded rub against his ribs instead.

By the time Regulus is done with his little revenge Harry is breathless, his body lax and boneless. His laughter has faded into soft, lingering giggles, the kind that bubble up after being tickled senseless, but even those are growing quieter.

Regulus’ hands are back on your son’s leg, his touch softened, slow and rhythmic, lulling instead of teasing. He traces gentle circles against Harry’s shin and calf, fingertips barely there, and Harry exhales one last sleepy hum of contentment before completely melting into the warmth of all three of you.

A quiet settles over the room again, the kind that feels like home, like the calm after a summer rain, like steady heartbeats and shared breaths.

You can’t help but smile, watching them, watching all of them, as the flickering light from the television dances across their faces.

You feel the familiar pulse of warmth and affection surge through you. 

This is your family. Your chaotic, imperfect, but undeniably yours family.

James lets out a slow exhale, shifting slightly so that he can get more comfortable, but not enough to disturb Harry. His arm tightens just a little around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let yourself lean into him, your fingers brushing lightly over his chest.

Regulus tilts his head, watching Harry’s face, the way his lashes flutter slightly against his cheeks before going still “He’s asleep”

“Didn’t take long” James lets out a quiet chuckle, his lips curving into a fond smile.

Your chest tightens with emotion at the sight of your little boy, his face serene and content as he succumbs to the tiredness. And you can’t help but lean down, your hand gently cupping Harry’s cheek as he shifts slightly, snuggling deeper into your lap. His warm breath is a steady rhythm against your stomach.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, your lips lingering there for just a second longer than usual. 

He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. 

Your heart clenches, that protective, overwhelming love filling every inch of your chest.

James’ voice, muffled against Regulus’s shoulder, breaks the comfortable silence. 

“I love this” he says quietly, almost as if to himself, his voice filled with contentment.

Regulus doesn’t respond, but you can see the way his hand stills for a brief second before continuing to move, the gesture one of affection and care, as if he’s trying to imprint this moment in his memory forever.

Finally, you exhale, your voice quieter now, the warmth of the moment settling deep in your chest as you take it all in. 

Your family, your home, the three most important people of your life. 

“Me too” you murmur, your fingers brushing absently through Harry’s hair, holding onto this quiet, fleeting peace.

“I didn’t think I’d end up here” Regulus’ voice cuts through your thoughts, eyes locked on the screen, but you know his words are meant for you and James.

You glance up at him, surprise flickering through your heart “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, a nonchalant movement that tries to mask the emotion beneath. 

“This...us,” he gestures around the room, his gaze sweeping over the three of you and your little treasure asleep on your laps “This wasn’t exactly in my plans. Or in my dreams”

You watch Regulus for a moment, the flickering light of the television casting soft shadows across his face. He’s not looking at you, not fully, but there’s something unguarded in his expression.

James shifts slightly, enough not to wake up Harry, lifting his head just enough to glance at Regulus with a lazy, knowing smile. 

“Yeah, well-” he murmurs, voice laced with fond amusement “-neither was falling for a reckless Gryffindor and the most beautiful woman in the world, I bet. But you did anyway”

“O-ho” you chuckle softly, your fingers gently stroking through James’s messy hair. “You really know how to flatter a person, don’t you?” you tease, your tone warm, though there’s a gentle smile playing at your lips.

Regulus’s lips curl into a small, fond smile at your words, but he doesn’t say anything right away. He’s too busy watching you, a soft intensity in his gaze. 

“It’s true, though,” he murmurs after a moment, his voice uncharacteristically soft “I didn’t expect…this. At all”

“And ?” you ask softly, your grip on his hand firm, warm “Any regrets ?” 

Regulus finally looks at you then, silver eyes meeting yours for half a second before shifting to the man in between your bodies whose sleepy smile was still more blinding than the sun, and the little boy sleeping soundly on top of you who brought the greatest joy in your lives. 

“No,” he admits, quieter now, a genuine curve on his lips “No regrets”

James hums thoughtfully “Not even when I forget the laundry? Or leave potions ingredients out? Or-”

“I suggest you to stop talking before I change my answer, baby” 

James smiles that mischievous grin of his, but doesn’t replicate, his hold on you and Regulus tightening just a bit.

And in this moment, as sleep threatens to take not only you but the men by your side too, you can't help but think that you wouldn't change a thing about your family.

Your imperfectly perfect chaotic family.

As Regulus said. 

No regrets.

Laundry could definitely wait.

[swrkn]

Heyyy 👋🏻👋🏻

Could I get a Kwon Hyuk x fem!reader story where the reader’s his childhood friend?

Im in the mood for something feel-good and fluffy, nothing too heavy or angsty 🥹

P.S. I seriously LOVE your writing so so much!!I’ve read all the WB posts already hehe,

so I thought I’d finally try requesting something too!

Thank you in advanceee 🙇🏻‍♀️💖

𝐍𝐄����𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓

Hyuk x fem!reader

Genre ; fluff , sfw

Author note ; Thanks a lot for the compliment on my work it means a lot to me !! It’s been like a month since i last wrote , med school is killing me , so sorry if i take a lot of time doing your request !

You finally found the young boy, you’ve been searching for quit long now, crouched in a alley, again.

You knew that weird glint in his eyes before you even saw what he was doing — legs folded, hands still, face blank.

“…Hyuk.” you said cautiously.

He didn’t even look up. “It was already dying.”

You took a step closer and saw it — a dragonfly, wings gone, body twitching weakly on the ground. You winced. He didn’t.

“I wanted to see how long it’d move without wings.” he said, as if it were science. As if it didn’t make your stomach twist a little.

“You’re scaring the other kids.” you said carefully.

“They’re stupid.” he muttered.

You squatted down next to him. “They said you tried to fight three of them yesterday.”

“They wouldn’t shut up.” His jaw clenched. “They said I was crazy.”

You looked at him for a long time. He didn’t seem angry, well, not really. Just… detached. Like there was a wall between him and the rest of the world.

Except when he looked at you.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Hyuk’s eyes flicked to yours, unreadable. “Maybe you should be.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his scraped-up knuckles. “Maybe I just know you better than they do.”

He stared at you like he didn’t understand why you stayed. But he didn’t pull away.

You and Hyuk sat side by side on the low wall behind some abandoned garage. The race had ended hours ago, but the rest of the team had already left, leaving the two of you

Rain tapped gently against the pavement, but the overhang kept the both of you dry. Hyuk was staring ahead, hoodie pulled low over his face, one knee propped up, fingers loosely laced around it.

“I forgot how quiet it gets here after dark.” you said softly.

He hummed in agreement. “That’s why I like it.”

You glanced at him, chin on your knees. “You ever miss when it was just us? Back home?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then: “Sometimes.”

You smiled faintly. That was Hyuk-speak for all the time.

“You were a menace.” you said teasingly. “You used to always making kids cry, and fought with them.”

“They started it.” he replied evenly, not even looking at you. “I didn’t like when they talked about you.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

Hyuk’s expression didn’t change. “They said stuff. I didn’t like it. So I made them stop.”

A beat passed. You swallowed, unsure what to say. It was the kind of thing only Hyuk would casually drop in conversation like it didn’t mean something.

He shifted slightly, then spoke again, voice lower this time.

“I didn’t know how to say things back then. So I just did what I could.”

You let that sit between you for a minute. The sound of the rain, the wind rustling the trees, the way his shoulder was just barely brushing yours.

“You still do that,” you said. “Even now.”

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“You show up. Quietly. You don’t say much… but you’re always there.”

Hyuk looked away again, like he didn’t know what to do with that kind of truth.

You leaned your head against his shoulder gently. “You don’t have to say anything, Hyuk. I’ve always known how to read you.”

He didn’t move, but after a moment, his hand found yours between you — not a full grip, just fingers brushing yours lightly.

And that, from Hyuk, was enough.

✵

[serverusslaype]

Special

just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

Masterpost

[greennoobartist]

Have some school shenanigans from Thursday and today cus why not :)

Thursday:

Vio and Shadow helped me with my work again :) We had to write a vignette (basically a short story with only two characters) and *sigh* yeah... I chose Vio and Shadow. Fluffy? Nope :) Would've been angsty asf if I didn't remade it to match like slice-of-life style :D

My computer science teacher plays Nintendo music during class and i love it sm ^^ So far she played Courage from TP (i love that song it makes me wanna cry), Mario Galaxy, and a lot of pkmn soundtracks :D Since I only played Kanto and Johto so far, i didn't recognize much but I knew it's from pkmn. And that day, she played a soundtrack of a route from Leaf Green. I don't know what route it is, ill try to find it, but I wanted to cry. It, it brought such nostalgia and memories i wanted to cry right there in the middle of the class. Leaf green is my first pkmn game and I love it sm and hearing that soundtrack was so nostalgic 😭😭😭 I literally barely held back my tears until it was over and she played another soundtrack from pkmn again but with no deep meaning for me. LEAF GREEN MY BELOVED I MISS YOU 😭😭😭 VENUSAUR MY SON I HOPE YOU'RE STILL ALIVEEEEE 😭😭😭💚💚💚

I don't wanna brag but I think im too smart for my class :)

Friday:

I had to edit the vignette for my teacher to grade it and it was actually so hard 😭 Im bad at editing my own work and it was so hard bcuz i love to detail stuff but a vignette is supposed to be short. I barely made it. When I kinda did it, i showed it to my teacher and this is exactly what happened:

Teacher: I see that you're a passionate reader. This is great!

TSoTT Shadow in my imagination: *gently bumps me with his elbow* hehe, told you. I told you your writing is great! Now ya shouldn't doubt TSoTT cuz ya actually try very hard with it!

Me: Yeah, i do love to read lots of stories. Im actually writing one.

Teacher: great job! *writes a 100 in the grade book*

TSoTT Shadow: *grins mischievously at me*

Me: Thank you.

(Yeah im a crazy person I actually imagine my TSoTT boys talk to me and interact with me during regular day. Shadow is most commonly bcuz imagine him coming out of my Shadow and it isn't rare for Vio to be too)

This time my computer science teacher played pkmn soundtracks again, but this time there was no that caused such nostalgia from me. I tried to take my headphones to find what route it is, but my headphones didn't work so i had to leave it for later.

I spedran all of my work as fast as I could just so i can be free for spring break :D I was actually barely able to do it and im so happy :3 I was literally staring at the clock and zapped out of the classroom when the bell rang, i really wanted to leave bcuz this week wasn't really nice to me :(

And again: i think im too smart for my class bcuz this was literally me today:

I literally quoted him without regrets bcuz oh my God why is everyone in my class so immature and DUMB?? Like am I acting WAAAY too mature or y'all never grew up?

Anyways that's it :D

I just had to yap for a bit bcuz when I yap about random stuff it means that im happy and i am actually happy since I have lots of stuff planned out. Everyone continues to be pessimistic around me and today I think it was even worse idk. But I don't wanna focus on that now, i wanna take care of myself and be positive after 3 fucking years :3

(me to all negative people around me: mess up with my mood and you're dead 🔪)

[thewulf]

Hiya! Can i request an angsty/fluffy aaron fic?

aaron and reader get into a fight because reader has been ignoring hotch since he forgot her birthday (its been a week after at that point) so he confronts her and they fight. In the midst of the fight aaron says “i’m starting to see why i wanted to forget your birthday” so like this ofcourse makes reader really sad so she doesnt say anything and she walks out. And aaron doesnt mean it but he does realize that what he said hurt r and so he goes after her but she locked him out of their room. And then they make up but i want Aaron to like work for it first obv.

Sorry it got so long! Im in the mood for angst and this just hit me while i was eating cake sooo hehe

Ohhhh heck yeah I needed a good angsty as hell request. And who doesn't love a groveling Aaron Hotchner?? Kinda feel like this is the fight that saves the relationship or something too. Heheh so excited to write this.

[scarlet-ancunin]

hello again, I wanted to thank you again for your Patience with me and explaining everything I really appreciate it.^-^ I Send you the Infos for my tav and was wondering If I could get Like Astarions pov :) be fluffy, be angsty, Go wild, im honestly Just Happy about this opportunity. Thank you so so much again ^-^

A/n: hehe I love this and you are welcome i'm glad you asked me to do this for you. I hope this is to your liking~ this fic is based off of your unique Tav ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

My Dear Idiot~

It was another lovely morning in the camp. Gale was making breakfast for everyone in their Group while the others were either packing up or freshening up. For Astarion it was the latter. he may not be able to see his reflection but he knows how to draw attention to himself. it can be good or bad. good for his look but bad for his snarky remarks or attitude. Soon Astarion's eyes land on Egon, his half-elf companion. when he first met him he wanted to see the man dead assuming he was working with those mindflayers having a knife to the poor man's throat. Turns out he didn't have to spill their innards. Astarion saw that Egon was somewhat like him with trust issues. But they slowly both grew on each other. But damn was this man greedy at times. Astarion scoffed at the memory. they found a hidden cave behind some carefully crafted rubble to look normal, but Egon wanted to go in, and he hated it because he used to enter without knowing if they were walking into a trap or if everyone was downright tired. "Why in the hells are we doing this now we can rest here and then check it out in the morning Egon" Astarion would complain standing by the entrance with his arms crossed. Egon was annoyed but he smiled because he wanted to get his hands on any rare trinkets or gold he could get his hands on. "well I'm not tired Astarion i want to get everything now so that way we can have something to sell or keep for ourselves to use. AND, what if someone else gets it before us?" Egon stated Astarion growls "You are so bloody stubborn what about Me- I mean, everyone else ever considered they are tired" Gale tried not to laugh. "well how about we go in halfway and make camp that way if someone tries to enter we can stop him. Halsin nodded smiling. "seems good," Egon said sighing in defeat. Astarion did admire his determination though like when he mentioned to him about Cazador he made it his business to promise to protect him from his master. "sweet love but he isn't a simple vampire you can kill he can come at any time whenever the mood strikes him." "well I can strike him too and he won't see it coming" Egon counters pouting slightly. Astarion rolled his eyes "your such an idiot." Egon snickers "but I'm your idiot" Astarion hums low looking at Egon "well you have a point." Astarion would chuckle at the memory he was indeed a stubborn idiot but he did care about him and how strong and determined he was to anything he set his mind to. and because of this Astarion wanted to make sure he does small things to let Egon know he was grateful for him. Astarion recalled last night's events and smiled fondly because he found out his lover enjoys being read to. However, he would enjoy it when He reads specifically. he would fall asleep with everyone else but he and Egon make sure he was cuddled next to Astarion listening to him read. and when he was tired he would tell him to stop so he wouldn't miss the next part which makes him laugh but soon join him in slumber or rather he sleeps while he meditates. Astarion snaps out of his daydreaming to look at Egon once more who just so happens to be reading a map to locate a treasure that was in Baldur's Gate. Astarion did love this man during all this and now he was certain that maybe there could be a future for them. minus the possible stupid and rash decisions but where is the fun in simplicity? Shaking his head he would walk toward him and shake his head. he leans against him and looks over the map as well. "hm something to get love" Egon grins and nods sharing the map there is a way into this spot through the graveyard" Astarion snorts "ah my darling idiot always doing instead of thinking."

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this, my friend. as always requests are open and you're welcome to send me your unique Tav if that is what you want.

[httpiastri]

hehe i have returned!!!! so glad you enjoyed the college!pepe thoughts and now i can’t help but let him take over every part of my brain, and you’ve given me even more to think about!! 🫡💘

when you say pepe probably went through a relationship that ended a bit badly… I AGREE!!! ahhhhh really i was thinking about what his problem with love is and why he’s emotionally unavailable and i was like… either he never was in a relationship before and the thought of doing this relationship stuff right is a bit scary to him, or maybe he had put his heart out there once and had it completely obliterated so he’s just like “i’m not putting myself and my heart out there again if i can help it.” i can see him being totally over his ex, but the situation in how his relationship ended was so bad it kinda just became something he never really got over? poor baby got done so dirty 🫠 he couldn’t bring himself to trust and let people in like that again until he met reader!!

and you talking how pepe would subconsciously do things for reader!! he’s such an act of service guy for the people he cares about 🤭 reader bending down from her seat to pick up something she dropped? his hand is definitely already covering the corner so she won’t accidentally bump into it. the friend group walking to get dinner somewhere? immediately made sure reader is walking inside and he’s walking to side nearest to the street. oh the reader looked a bit tired during their class together? he bought and personally delivered reader’s favorite drink or coffee during their break. and chris is like… “dude you said no when i asked you to get me coffee earlier 🥲” and pepe said “i only have hands to carry two drinks.” and the whole time his friend is just begging and praying to any god that would answer for pepe to realize his own feelings for reader because everyone can see it except him !!!!

oh OH AND before i go do we think pepe’s confusion, denial, and uncertainties towards his feelings for reader could potentially lead to a fight between him and his friends ???!!!! because i definitely have a thought or two about this one too ehehe and i think an angsty wake up call fits him very well 🫣 maybe nothing too big of a fight but i can see pepe getting smart mouthed with either chris or sebas about it. i can elaborate more if we do think so 😛😛

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he owns both of our brains now, huh? 🥹 and this au….. you're a genius, my love 🫶

yes yes that's the vibe im getting too, either just very inexperienced or he's still kinda hurt from what happened to him before. and maybe that's a bit why sebas tries to set him up with all of these random girls, he doesn't want to see his best friend heartbroken and refusing to get back into love again (because sebas knows it's worth it 😎). and that's also why pepe always finds excuses, he just doesn't think he's ready again… like he excuses it with "not being interested" and being more focused on his schoolwork, but there's something inside of him making him scared of love :(( yes it's not rlly that he misses the person, but the whole experience and how it ended was just bad. but when he meets the reader….. <3333

i ADORE "acts of service"!pepe !!!! the covering the edge of the table… the sidewalk rule… the coffee…….. you're making me melt anon 🫠 speaking of the coffee, i think he would memorize her order like instantly without even intending to (just like most of her other orders, likes and preferences tbh). and it would be so funny when he follows sebas along to go get coffee one day, and after sebas has ordered pepe jumps in and says "oh and a *insert whatever yns order is*", but sebas looks at him like "?? you said you weren't in the mood for coffee? and since when do you drink that??", but pepe just goes "oh it's for y/n" like it's no big deal….. but sebas knows that it indeed is a very big deal shejdhsjsj

and omg yes it's SO obvious. anyone with eyes can see that pepe has feelings for you (except for the two of you, apparently). because never has he acted like this around a girl since his last gf? he barely even looks at the other girls in his classes unless he has a group project with one of them? i definitely get the vibes of a fight there, oml. the denial is so strong for pepe but it's also a mix of just being scared because of what happened before, and not being sure if yn likes him back (because falling for someone who won't like him back will be crushing).... you're definitely welcome to elaborate if you'd like to 🤭🤭🤭

i also have vibes of a like angry confession from yn like far down the line, very "god, how blind can you be?!" and "of course i like you, you idiot!".…… but that's a story for another time 😶

[theragethatisdesire]

congratulations on your milestone!! 😚 i saw you were doing prompts so may i present you with 12 and 16 with reader and brat tamer/mean erwin? angsty and smutty please? 🤭 any kinks you like! something there's not enough smut about him sighh 🫶🏽

{part 2: <<<< also about that erwin prompt please PLEASEEE IF YOU COULD ADD SPIT KINK/SLAPPING IN IT I WANT ERWIN TO LITERALLY TAKE OIT THAT RAGE ON MENRHWNDH sorry about that im ovulating but at the end of the day its your wish hehe ily thank u <3}

firstly, thank you so much!!!! so happy to have you here and hanging out my love!!! i am loving all these prompts really forcing me to flex my writing muscles bc i have never considered writing for erwin but i really wanted to give it a shot, so thank you also for your request :') please find my attempt down below lol

"Rough day?" you say, closing the door behind you quietly as you sneak into the Commander's office. You eye him, leaned back in his desk chair, a glass of bourbon in his hand, amber liquid swirling in the tumbler.

"It wasn't great by any means," he confirms, slugging back a mouthful of bourbon, grimacing as it slides down his throat, "how was your day, angel?"

"It was fine," you shrug, stepping around his desk to lean back on it, "Levi was a nightmare."

"As always," he shrugs, smirks, but the smile doesn't meet his eyes. You frown.

"Something's really gotten under your skin, hasn't it?"

"It has," he agrees, finishing his heavy glass in one quick gulp. When the glass hits the wood of his desk, one of his hands comes up to snake around your hip. "I'm feeling a bit...frustrated."

"Is that so?" You feel a knowing smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, scratching your fingernails lightly along the hardened muscle of his forearm.

"It is," he nods slightly, angles his chair towards you, "care to help your Commander unwind?"

You know he's using his title against you, wielding it like a blade, but you love it. He digs his fingers into your hip, eliciting a little suggestive noise from you.

"Did you just..." Erwin sucks in a sharp breath, lets his hand trail up to your breast, "did you just moan, little one?"

"Mhm," you hum, letting your head fall back as he palms at your chest over your uniform.

"Have you been thinking about me today, already all riled up? Answer me, pet," Erwin grants you a soft smile, a caring, yet cold twist of the lips.

"I guess you could say that," you breathe out, arching your back towards his touch. Erwin quirks his mouth cruelly, eyes darkening.

"Strip."

"And if I say no?" You punctuate your statement with a whine when he pinches through the fabric of your uniform, twisting one of your nipples harshly.

"Don't push your luck," Erwin says, firm and in charge like he is in any situation, "I'm not in the mood."

The authority in his tone has you sliding off of his desk, fumbling with the buttons of your clothing. Once you've gotten every last layer of your uniform off, you meet Erwin's dark eyes, chest tightening as he lets his gaze trace every inch of you.

"On the desk. Spread your legs for me," Erwin stands to his full height, towering over you. He hisses appreciatively at the telltale glisten that's already visible between your legs, brings one hand down to rub softly at your clit and one hand to your chin, jerking your face up to look at him.

"Erwin-"

"Open up," he murmurs, wrenching your jaw open for you before you can follow his instructions. Erwin spits into your mouth, some of it splattering across your face, just as he pushes two long fingers into your cunt. Some horrible, choked moan slips from you just before he wrenches your mouth closed so you can swallow what he's given you. You're too loud for Erwin's liking, apparently, because it earns you a smack to the cheek.

"You're in my office," he hisses, eyes narrowing into slits as he works his fingers in you, "have you forgotten yourself? I'm your Commander. Not another word from you, am I clear?"

"Mhm," you whimper quietly, eyes rolling back in your head as Erwin picks up the pace.

"Better start behaving now, pet," Erwin growls, nipping at your ear, "you have a long night ahead of you."

[saltcxrcle]

bestie i have to have to haveeee to ask you about dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate the title is sooo so intriguing hehe i've kept staring at it on your wips list but now that you have the tag game, i gotta ask!!

and also if you don't mind telling me that platonic winchester fic that you started a bit ago!! i'm so curious even if you never feel the motivation to finish, i want to know about what's going on in your pretty amazing brain <33

OFC MARI ANYTHING FOR YOU MY LOVE <3 THANK YOU FOR ASKING (ive been dying to talk about some of these WIPS lol)

dazzling starlet bardot reincarnate:

okay so basically, the title is a line from olivia rodrigo's song "lacy" (give it a listen its so good 😩🙌) and that's the entire inspo behind it!

i technically finished it a while ago but it's not angsty enough for my liking, so I plan to rewrite it to be more angsty in the near future (when my seasonal depression kicks in and that's when I'm in the mood for angst LMAO)

unnamed platonic winchester:

okay so the platonic winchester fic came to me on a whim; it came to me in a 'what if sam and dean...' daydream and decided to write about it in the spur of the moment. i do plan on finishing it (i try not to let a wip go unfinished). i hadn't thought it out that well because I was trying to write kinda like a spn episode and going back and forth between 2nd and 3rd person POVS but then kinda got stuck midway through bc i realized that i need to write not a half-ass case/mystery for sam and dean to solve. if im not talking about much about how sam and dean are being platonic/brotherly to the reader, that is for a reason bc I don't want to give too much away 🤭🤭 (just know it's good...i think LOL)

anyways thank you mari for the ask!!

and to everyone else please send me something in my inbox about my WIPS (I wanna yap about them to you guys please 😩🙌)

[celestie0]

HI ELLIE!!! Omg, I just started reading IHM. I was originally going to hold off until it was done (or mostly done), because I'm a serial monogamist when it comes to a series (RIGHT NOW I AM LOYAL TO KICKOFF lol), but I ended up reading IHM anyways for some reason. I LOVE IT SOOOO MUCH. I know that we're only two chapters in, but I always love and adore how much thought goes into your characters and writing. I found myself giggling the whole way through lul. One thing I noticed after chapter 2 is as much as Gojo annoys reader, he's also strangely attentive to her needs and is a complete foil to Choso. I'm sure this was supposed to be obvious, but I thought it was very sweet how he called her beautiful in the dress (the same dress that Choso didn't acknowledge her in) and how the ring he picked for her was similar to one that she had saved in her wedding mood board. I'm pretty sure it's not exactly intentional on Gojo's part (or maybe it is?? hehe), but I thought it was an interesting detail. Also, I know this is within spoiler territory, so don't feel obligated to answer this, but how angsty will it get between reader and Gojo's relationship? :,) I know that they're both still healing from personal trauma from their past relationships, so will that come into play as they develop feelings for each other? It seems that Gojo is hesitant to talk about his divorce, so would that be a factor or an obstacle that will hinder him from getting too close to reader? Can't wait for future chapters!!! <3 Thank you for spoiling us *__*

OH MY LOVE THIS IS SO SWEET N CUTE N MADE MY ENTIRE DAY!!! PLS???

omg i feel you about the serial monogamy towards one series/show at a time 🤣 except for me it’s probs just hyperfixation 💀 but i’m so happy you decided to give ihm a read 🥺💕 it means sososososo much to me n i’m really excited for the seriesss

AWW IM GONNA SOB TYSM i have put quite a bit of thought into the characters in ihm bc i really want it to be like a web? of interactions btwn them all, and i’m so glad you saw that choso is foil to gojo!! yes!! he is very attentive to her, and i think sometimes it’s intentional n other times it’s just bc they’re meant to be honestly 😭💕 we’ll see that reader too is very vigilant too despite everything she’s got going on :”) i LOVED writing the scene where he calls her beautiful in the dress, every girl deserves to be called pretty in a dress she really adores!! and yeah the ring was totally coincidental but 🤣 again i guess they’re meant to be? hahaha

yesss i think there will be quite a bit of angst between the too, mostly surrounding their ex lovers, and just in general their pasts. i kinda wanted it where reader has lived in town her whole life (childhood home) whereas gojo mysteriously moved in next door less than a year ago, so they both don’t know much about each other despite being next door neighbors. but honestly i think a lot of the angst actually comes from secondary plotlines that end up bringing reader n gojo together!! but there will still be angst between them for suuuure 😭😔 yes gojo is very hesitant to speak up ab his divorce, sorry i simply cannot write gojo without avoidant personality bc i feel like he bottles up a lot in the show too so it just felt fitting 💀😞 but for reader too, i think she kinda…doesnt care to learn much about him as of right now bc she finds him annoying lol, and then later on when she has feelings i think it’ll be too painful for her to learn ab certain things too…so yes definitely i can see how they both would avoid their feelings and instead do the thing most adults do and joke about their feelings to lighten tension or completely avoid them all together 😃😃 (or do i just need therapy loool)

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK my love :”) hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night!! much love from me <33

[crguang]

I always go back to reread your fanfic about meeting Kafka on the beach, it gives me great calm.

It's me G.

Is everything okay here? Maybe I'll come back many times, who knows. I like the climate here.

My ideas might have been a little extreme, huh? Forgive me for the therapy... 😔

What have you been thinking lately?

At least I thought a lot, I'm an ideas factory. I loved your last post about Kafka, it makes me reflect more, I even wonder if cinema needs screenwriters like us?

I'm kidding, who knows. hehe

Good night or good afternoon, or maybe good morning?

See you next time.

hehehe i love your little visits. i’m glad that fic gives you some peace!! that’s really nice. i hope you do come back🫶🏾 i love your ideas though, they really make me think about who kafka is as a character and that’s always fun for me. i was pulling out sources like it was an academic essay 😭 what’s crazy is that im currently taking film classes to see if i could be a screenwriter or director so that’s a funny coincidence you would mention it.

as for what i’m thinking, mmm… i’ve been thinking a lot about being sandwiched between kafka and himeko if im honest😭😭😭 as soon as i figure out how that could work, it’s over. ive also been thinking about himeko in general and the direction i want the trailblazer!reader fic to go. that and maybe an angsty himeko fic abt being long distance, i dont know im kinda in a hime mood rn

see you <3

[saerins]

i was blown away by infy so idk why i am so shook by how good priceless is ….. bae im hooked. pls pls pls i beg you do not play with us if you make this shit angsty, only an appropriate amount of angst will be tolerated ‼️‼️‼️ aka fluffy ending

but fr i love the characterizations so far and im excited (and nervy bc u like to stir the pot) to see how the characters develop more. love yn and her outgoing bold personality it’s so fun to read! if bae sae isn’t 120% down bad till the very end idk how i’ll manage

thank you for sharing your work and wonderful mind & ideas with us, it’s such a treat xoxo

sobbing … imprinting this ask onto my brain rn 🥺 i’m so so happy most of you are liking it !!! and hehehehe ending is always subject to change 😽 we’ll see what my mood is when i’m writing it >:) jk

hehe i’m a pos that loves to tease you guys sorry 😁 some of you torture me a fair amount too though so it’s fair :p and eeeep i’m so happy you love this yn >_< she’s quite a fair bit different from infy!yn so i was kinda nervous you guys wouldn’t like her :’)