#loony cries

[vulgarloon]

I think I am trying to come to terms with the fact that I might spend the rest of my life alone. Seems like romantic love avoids me, or maybe (more likely) I am avoiding it myself. And I don’t know how people have friends nowadays. I feel so disconnected from everyone, and whenever I stop reaching out, it seems like everyone forgets about my existence.

I want to be seen, to be loved and handled with care, to put a “fragile” label on myself. I want to be held and kissed and fucked and cared for. I have confusing feelings about sharing this, but I am in my 30s and I never had sex in my life. Not because I didn’t want it, I just never felt safe enough with anyone to let them see me in such a vulnerable state. I don’t trust men. No sexism or “they are all the same” from my side, I just really, honestly can’t recall a time when I felt safe and comfortable with a man last time. Have I ever?…

I don’t know what I am doing wrong. I’m trying to be a good friend, to reach out, to widen my social circle, but.. I don’t feel reciprocity so often, that at some point I start feeling very angry and I want to disconnect. They don’t see me. They don’t understand me and most importantly, don’t really care. I am not silent, if that’s what one might think. I am talking about my needs, discussing issues, sharing something about myself to try to keep it a healthy relationship. But still.

The last time I was in love he was hot and cold, and good and bad and maybe he was gay, but he was not sure, and then he flirted and shared some of the very private secrets of his with me, and spent hours with me, and even Friday nights, and followed me everywhere, looking me in the eyes with longing for like 20 times per short conversation. And then.. he tells everyone that he has a girlfriend and had one long before this whole shit started.

The guy before that was sweet and it felt like he cared, until he suddenly disappeared without any comments and when I asked (3 times) what happened, it was the usual “it’s not you, it’s me…”.

And then the other one, with whom we’ve been friends for 4 years, and he said he wanted me to date him. And even though I asked him several times before we started a relationship if he really was over his ex.. would you guess, left me, as soon is his ex reappeared.

And of course the guy that offered me to date right after his breakup to “help him heal his wounds and fill the emptiness she left”. And the one that called me lesbian, because he wasn’t nice to me and I didn’t want to meet him again. Or the one bringing a friend to our date..

I hate this. I hate them. I don’t want any of this. I don’t get it, how there’s always someone more important to everyone than me. I’m never anyones first choice. Just an option. And oh how I am sick of this feeling, of working as a mirror for all their bullshit, for caring but not being taken care of. Of loving and being tricked. Of trying to be open and honest and getting lies in response.

I really should talk to my therapist again. There’s definitely something’s that I am missing.

[v7lgar]

hii, 25 and 11 for ask game!!

hi loonie!

11- When’s the last time you cried?

last night lol

25- What question would you ask the devil?

i'm curious abt his pov so if he could light my cig w his flames and tell me the whole story from his pov that would be lovely

Asks That Start Off Normal But Progressively Get Dark

[hannahmanderr]

Not me also thinking about what it must have been like to be your average Amity Park citizen before the events of "Public Enemies".

Like you're attending a pro-carnivore rally at the local high school after seeing some kid's Reddit post and you're just chilling until out of nowhere the meat reanimates itself and turns into a giant flipping monster screaming about lunch. And then something explodes the monster and you're left scratching your head wondering if you just had a really bad weiner or something.

Or, in a moment of weakness for a good deal, you buy an old CD player off the kid of the local loonies from his garage sale, and later that night said CD player starts glowing green and attacking you before abruptly flying out of the house, never to be seen again. And maybe you're wondering if you just imagined the whole thing, but a few days later the kid comes shuffling up to you with a full refund muttering an apology and something about contaminated tech.

Or you're at the local swap meet/flea market and feeling sorry for the mom of the girl screaming about how much she wants cotton candy and two seconds later a wall of cotton candy slams into you and floods the entire market.

Or you're riding the roller coaster at the boardwalk, and through an amazing stroke of bad luck and flagrant safety violations, a semi careens into the hill of the coaster and somehow splits it in half, sending your train flying and you're wondering how that's even possible in the first place and you're so sure you're about to become a pancake on the pavement when some kid with a bleach job literally flies up to you and catches you and the other riders before setting you down, yelling something about jazz music, and then flying off again, never to be seen again.

That is, until a few weeks later when, in the middle of what you can only guess to be the apocalypse because of the mass invasion (that's apparently limited only to your city) of what everyone is calling ghosts, you're watching the news coverage of the town hall and that same kid is there apparently trying to kidnap the mayor (even though the mayor is the one holding on to him and something is very off about the way the mayor cries for help).

And after that, ghosts are just A Thing in Amity Park. And life continues on as normal, because really, it's already been a little strange around town for a while now. Now, you just have a name to put to it.

[dat-lil-shark]

Transformers moments that I will sacrifice my firstborn to see:

One bot snatching energon out from another’s servo, ignite it, and throw it at enemies as a grenade, and the bot whom it got snatched from said “The frag man that was my lunch.”

One bot, in their vehicle form, drove away as Optimus called all Autobots. Meanwhile, a person with hands full of groceries chased after them while screaming.

While investigating a crashed spaceship, one bot tried to take a sip of the energon that got leaked out, and another pulled them away and said “Hey! Control yourself they are dirty.”

A bot getting a “need a car replacement?” poster on their windshield and they cried.

One Decepticon tried to steal some energon from a machine. They disconnected its pipes, sucked on it for a while, and connected it back. But when Megatron discovered them, they punched another con right next to them on the face, till that con got energon on their lips, and they tried to blame it on them.

Ratchet doing a high pitched girl scream that resembled an ambulance alarm.

Starscream flying as Autobots below shoot at him, and Starscream said: “Miss miss miss miss! Hahahaha!” And then he noticed one of his wings did got shot, and he said “Oh scrap,” and then fell in a loony tone way.

A bot cleaning themselves as another car (a normal, lifeless one) parked right next to them, and they screamed and said “OUT OF THE WAY! PERV!”

(TFP exclusive) Raf being grabbed by a Decepticon, and he said, in Cybertron language, “No one will ever believe you.” And that con freaked out so much they dropped him.

(Bumblebee 2018 & ROTB exclusive) One guy proposing a really stupid idea, and ask Bee for his opinion. Bee made a face and played clown music in return. (Bonus if that guy said: “Okay, that’s a cheerful song. It is yes?”)

Two cons being cornered by Grimlock, and one said, “Don’t run. He’s a dinosaur, he can’t see us if we don’t move.” And the second ask: “Are you sure?” And the first said: “Yes I am suurrAAAAAHH—“ (got yeeted by Grimlock)

[ethereacals]

hi i saw that you were taking requests and idk if this is a good one or too boring (never done this before) but you could always write smth kinda similar to where the reader is james sister and have her be remus or sirius's sister, with sirius you get all that black family drama.

have a nice day and love your writing!!

hi dear! sorry it took me so long to respond i was on vacation! i went with remus but with like a whimsy/luna lovegood esk reader!!

You and Me, Always Forever <3

synopsis; People have always seen and perceived you as a bit odd, a bit whimsy. and you were alright with that. but when your “friends” comment about you behind your back, you go to Remus and Sirius.

pairings: lupin!reader x bigbrother!remus, (platonic obviously ew 🤮), wolfstar

content: reader gets bullied lightly by her friends, remus is the best, sirius is like your older brother because he’s dating remus

“She’s just— so odd.” Lucy— your ravenclaw friend stated.

“Lucy, don’t say that. she’s just different.” Gracie scolded softly.

“She’s not wrong, Grace.” Taylor looked up from her nails.

“it’s just a bit weird how she goes around practically spewing nonsense out of her mouth, i’m surprised Remus doesn’t get tired of it.”

“I sure would if i were him, imagine having your sister being a complete loony!” Taylor ridiculed.

“Oh, Sirius! your Aura is oddly red today!” Lucy mocked, causing Gracie and Taylor to giggle along with her.

what they didn’t know was that you had heard all of that, and it wasn’t very funny to you.

but you had a feeling your aura was a bit blue.

you felt hot tears welling up into your eyes as you ran off from your hiding spot near the library.

why would they say those things? were they right? were you a loony? was remus tired of you?

you didn’t really know, but all you did know was that you needed to find Sirius.

before whispering the password into the portrait hole, you stepped carefully into the Gryffindor common room.

taking in your surroundings, you spotted Sirius. manspread across the couch as he perked up when he saw you.

“little star—!… are you alright?” his excitement faded once he saw your tear stained face, you never cried.

“n-no.” you answered truthfully, the nargles hated when people lied.

“what’s the matter, sunshine?”

he opened his arms just for you to fall into his chest, sobbing lightly as he stroked your scalp.

Sirius had always been like a big brother to you, always so sweet and kind ever since he started dating Remus.

it also helped that you were one of Regulus’ best friends, so you already felt a little connection with him.

“can you tell me what’s wrong, little star?” he lifted your head up gently by holding your cheek.

“m-my friends… s-said i was a loony.. and that Remus is tired of me a-and that i’m odd.” you struggled over your words, as he quietly shushed you.

“those aren’t your friends, sunshine. real friends wouldn’t say that to you.”

you knew deep down he was right, but it still hurt.

“and Remus could never be tired of you, nor could i, or Reggie, or.. Junior.” he wasn’t very fond of you being friends with Barty, but he knew that boy would move the heavens for you.

“he must be annoyed a little..” you added.

just as Sirius was about to protest, Remus walked in with a stack of books.

“star?” he asked quietly, setting his books down on the coffee table in front of the couches.

“Sirius, what’s happened?”

“some of her mean old friends called her some mean names, and she thinks your annoyed with her.” Sirius answered bluntly, yet still kind considering you were right there.

“oh.. star, how could i ever be annoyed with you?” he brushed a small strand of hair from your face.

“c-cause i’m a loony.” you looked up at him shamefully.

“but that’s a good thing, star. it means your different, but different is good.” Remus smiled sweetly.

“i’m a bit of a loony too, but so is Siri, and James, and Pete.”

“y-you are?” you asked nasally.

“of course, sunshine.” Sirius smiled, and you were happy to spend the rest of the day just like that. nuzzled happily into your actual brother and your bonus brother.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge!

now on AO3! (tumblr link)

read the (slightly improved) 7th part here:

summary: When Mrs. Hudson passes away, the unusual family of three is devastated. Sherlock shuts off, Rosie cries every day and John is desperately trying to keep it together for their sake.

Until one day, Rosie asks for "Lock", and the great detective shows a talent John wasn't aware of yet.

General Audience, 2112 Words. Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Parent!lock, Minor Character Death, it's sad i am sorry, but it is REEEEAAALLLLY sweet, i promise you won't regret reading this. (i mean you never know but i tried my best to make this rude prompt into something wholesome still)

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[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FORTY FIVE

Blitzø clung desperately to his dreams, not wanting to leave them. They’d felt so real, so warm, so comforting. He’d missed his mother so much… But he couldn’t hold on forever; dreams being what they were.

His eyes felt like they had to be unzipped. He had to concentrate really hard to even peel one of them open a crack.

And thaaaaaat’s enough effort for me…

He couldn’t move. He didn’t feel paralyzed or restrained, just… Powerless.

Someone taze me… F*******ck…

Blitzø squinted and tried to make out his surroundings.

Ceiling. Yup. That’s a ceiling. So I’m inside… Ok.. Some… Um… Hmmm… Oh… Fluorescent lights…? Thank Satan they’re off, my sh*t can’t take THAT right now… Oh look. A window. With a view. Of… night… Aaaaaand rain…

Blitzø tried to swallow

FuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuck…

It felt like someone had rubbed his throat raw with sad paper.

He tried to lick his lips.

Satan’s a** crack! Who turned my tongue into a f*cking Brillo pad!

Blitzø cried inside.

As he wallowed in self-pity, Blitzø heard a faint ruffle of fabric over by the window. He managed to open his eye a little wider and looked to find the source.

Asmodeus?

The not-so-big man himself stood by the window in his smallest form. The one Blitzø had seen him wear at the Clown Pageant red carpet.

Must be what he wears to blend in…

Asmodeus glanced over at Blitzø, did a double take, looked over somewhere out of Blitzø’s line vision, then moved to Blitzø’s bedside as quietly as he could.

“Blitzø?” Asmodeus whispered, reaching out to touch his hand.

Blitzø tried to answer but only managed a squeak.

F*cking throat. I better not sound like a f*cking squeaky balloon forever.

“Hold on. I’ll go get a doctor and let everyone know you’re awake.”

Blitzø panicked - he wasn’t sure why… Maybe he didn’t want to be left alone?

He managed to grab Asmodeus’s hand before he got away. Asmodeus looked down at him quizzically.

Blitzø tried to swallow and lick his lips again, wanting to talk, but cringed in pain.

“Oh! Water!” Asmodeus turned for a moment, pulling up a chair and a little side table, sat and showed Blitzø a cup of ice chips. “Sorry. This is all I can do for now.”

Blitzø managed to crook what passed as a smile. Asmodeus nodded and smiled back.

Blitzø felt himself being lifted. He heard a whirring and realized Asmodeus must be raising his bed into a sitting position.

Oh look! There’s my hands… And my feet… And…

Blitzø’s heart clenched. Across the room was Loona, Moxxie, Millie and Fizz. He felt tears well up and he thought his heart might actually explode.

The room was dark, so he peeled his other eye open so he could see better. Blitzø could make out a couch and an armchair against the far wall. Fizz was curled up in the chair, in a big fuzzy blanket, like a burrito. Loona, Moxxie and Millie shared the couch.

They never share. Let alone… Cuddle?

Millie had fallen asleep sitting up. Loona was stretched across the couch, but with her head in Millie’s lap, and Millie’s arm around her. And Moxxie…

Satan f*cking dammit Moxxie…

Loona was spooning and holding Moxxie like he was a little Satan fucking teddy bear she’d fallen asleep with.

I’m going to f*cking KILL you Moxxie! Loony won’t even HUG ME!

Asmodeus watched as Blitzø looked at the others.

“They all refused to leave.”

Blitzø looked at him in surprise.

Asmodeus placed an ice chip to Blitzø’s lips for him to suck on.

Ooooooh sweet baby Charlie, that's woooooonderfuuuul…

“Yeah…” Asmodeus looked lovingly over at Fizzarolli. “They’ve all been really worried about you. I should really wake them.”

Blitzø lifted his fingers, managed to force a swallow down and squeaked “No.”

“What? Why?”

Blitzø looked at the others. His heart swelling. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. He crooked a smile.

“Let… Them rest..”

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow looking from Blitzø to the others and back. He sighed. “Oh kay then…”

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, Asmodeus passing Blitzø ice chips as he finished them.

“I hear you confessed to my man” Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at Blitzø.

Blitzø almost choked on a last bit of ice in his mouth.

Asmodeus chuckled quietly.

“I’m only teasing,” he placed another chip at Blitzø’s lips. “You’d be crazy not to love my Fizzy.” He winked.

Blitzø blushed.

“But we both know it’s not Fizzy you’re in love with,” Asmodeus looked Blitzø in the eyes. “Is it you feisty little imp?”

Asmodeus grinned down at Blitzø mischievously.

Blitzø felt like his face was on fire, he was so embarrassed.

Stolas…

Blitzø’s heart flipped. He looked around the room.

“Sto..” he tired to choke out.

Asmodeus pursed his lips.

Blitzø’s heart sank. He felt tears threatening to rise.

Of course he wouldn’t be here… Why would he be…? Don’t be f*cking stupid…

Asmodeus saw Blitzø’s anguish and got really flustered, he started to ramble.

“Stolas uh… I’m not supposed to… Sh*t… Look…” Asmodeus looked around, then leaned in closer. “He told me not to say anything. But, Stolas hasn’t left your side.”

Blitzø looked at him skeptically.

“I mean obviously except now” Asmodeus laughed sheepishly. “His daughter forced him to leave and have a proper meal, though I’m sure he won’t stay away long.”

Asmodeus sat back and looked over at the others, smiling to himself.

“They’ve all been taking turns sitting vigil at your bedside.” Asmodeus looked at Blitzø. “Stolas has only left your room when someone specifically requested it. Otherwise, he’s existed solely in this room since your accident.”

They sat in silence. Blitzø didn’t know what to say. Or think.

“Don’t you dare tell Stolas I told you that though,” Asmodeus said. “Not sure what he’d do to me… But I’m not fond of the idea of floating around in outer-space.”

Blitzø tried to imagine that. It made him smile.

“Yeah I bet that’s funny,” Asmodeus smirked.

Blitzø smiled sheepishly. He tried to look apologetic.

Asmodeus waved him off.

Blitzø began to feel groggy. He eyelids started feeling heavier and heavier.

“You’re sure you don’t want me waking anyone up?” Asmodeus asked. “See you before you drift off?”

Blitzø slow blinked. “Lay-ter… Look…” He looked over at the others. “Ha-pee”

Asmodeus nodded.

Blitzø smiled. “Sleep now…” he drifted off into cozy dreams.

*****

[lousypotatoes]

Can we please get Loona x Male Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

Oh boy, I'm not the best at writing for male readers, but I'll do my best!! Hope you like it <33

Song Recommendation:

Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

Part 2

The Intern - Loona x Male Reader

"I swear, I'm gonna shoot myself if Blitz has me get him one more cup of fucking coffee," you grumbled, setting down the plastic cup full of the hot liquid.

"Well, that's what an intern does, Y/N," Moxxie said. "They run errands, get coffee, get lun-"

"I get the point, Mox," you mumbled, running your fingers through your H/C hair. "Did you guys need anything?"

"Nah, we're good," Millie said. "Thanks Y/N!"

"Mhmmm,"

"Y/N!!! WHERE'S MY FUCKING COFFEE?!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" you cried out, grabbing the coffee cup, starting to walk towards Blitzo's office.

"You better get in there," Loona joked. "You don't wanna see him without his coffee."

You turned your head, hoping to hide the blush creeping up on your face. "He's not that scary,"

At that moment, Blitzo came out of his office, looking very tired and very angry.

He looked scary.

"Y/N, if you don't give me my coffee right now," he said in a deadly calm voice. "I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat and out of your ass you FUCKING CUNT LICKING BITCH!!!

You looked over at Loona, smirking at you because she was right.

"Sorry Blitz," you muttered, handing him the coffee cup. "Here's your coffee sir,"

He swiped the coffee cup from your hand and chugged the whole thing.

"Ah! Now that's much better!" Blitzo said, stretching out his limbs, throwing the empty coffee cup at your head. "Now go get me some booze."

"What kind would you like, sir?" you grumbled.

"I don't fucking know, anything to get me drunk off my ass," he said, walking back into is office. "It's a get drunk off my ass kinda day."

"Right away Blitz," you mumbled as he slammed his office door.

"You want me to come with you?" Loona asked.

"Oh-uh" you stuttered. "Only if you want,"

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"What's Earth like?" Loona said suddenly, as the two of you walked back to I.M.P headquarters.

"A lot better than Hell, that's for sure," you chuckled, swinging the bag filled with beer.

"How did you die?" she asked.

"What's with all the questions, Loona," you joked. "I was driving home drunk one night and t-boned someone."

"Damn," Loona said. "That sucks, I'm sorry."

"It's whatever,"

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Why did you decided to intern at I.M.P?"

You had to think about it for a moment.

"I guess I wanted to learn to protect myself against the exterminators," you said. "And what better way to learn than from assassins."

Loona stayed quiet.

"I don't know if I'm gonna stay an intern, though," you said, rubbing your bicep. "I might just check in to that redemption hotel."

"Well if you do," Loona began. "We'll stay in contact, right?"

"Yeah, of course,"

You and Loona awkwardly smiled at each other. Blush creeping onto both of your faces.

"Hey, you wanna get a bite to eat?" Loona asked, pointing to a fast-food place across the street.

"Sure," you said.

"Blitz would throw a fucking hissy fit if he found we were hanging out,"

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"YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SAW MY LOONY AND THAT HPV HAVING PRICK LEAVE TOGETHER AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!?!"

"I-I didn't think anything of it sir-"

"IF THOSE TWO END UP PLAYING TONSIL TENNIS, I SWEAR TO GOD MOX, I WILL FUCK YOU AND YOUR WIFE SO FUCKING HARD THAT YOUR DAD WILL FEEL IT IN HIS MOBSTER BOSS BALLS!!!!"

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I haven't written for Helluva Boss before, so I hope it's good lol. I also need to rewatch the series. Hopefully we get a new episode soon lmao.

Remember to drink lots of water and stay safe <33

xoxo, Izzy

[maxdibert]

this fanbase is so annoying istg i saw a post that said calling snape snivellus is like calling luna loony and thats NOT true?????? luna didnt do anything to deserve the nickname or the bullying she was just a bit different

Actually, no, it’s not the same thing, because "Snivellus" has deeply misogynistic connotations that directly question a man’s validity simply for crying or showing emotions. It’s a nickname that reinforces the standards of traditional masculinity and mocks men who don’t conform to the idea of a dominant male who never cries or expresses emotions.

Therefore, it can be interpreted as an insult with misogynistic and even somewhat homophobic undertones. In fact, I wrote a meta about how problematic the nickname "Snivellus" is, which I’m going to leave here in case you’re interested in learning a bit. That way, you might also get rid of some of the crap in your head, because you're either trying to be offensive or justify bullying and slurs, and not only are you failing miserably, but you’re also making yourself look like a complete illiterate idiot.

[whoucallingalesbian]

yall i need to confess

i read THE BEST wattpad elliexreader smvt (around 47 pages) she is so toxic in a loving way i literally fell in love w the character yall don’t understand I NEED HER.

spoiler

in the story she is like a masc, tough drvg d, very cocky n likes to tease u, n who is also an fgirl and she is just soooooooooooooooooooo😣🤤🤭😩

and on top of that she listens to top?? LIKE THATS SO FITTING HELLO

the story is set in college, and im like her roomate n we do stuff iykyk ✂️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and it has such a good vibe like idk how to explain it but it reminds me of 2016 (when life was still good) n they r js studyin n having fun (n being a lil toxic but oh well who doesn’t like some drama)

i literally cried in the last chapter because it was so UNEXPECTED and disappointing, BUT there is a sequel and guess what? BIG TIME GAP, and on top of that depressing vibe where she has a whole ahh family n a JOB🤢 i swear ts ruined my already ruined my mental health and i pray to god it ends with them living together happily ever after otherwise im getting sent to a loony bin.

👩🏼‍🦯‍➡️

xoxo tea

[foryouwereinmysong]

My personal Top 10 Beatles (who am I kidding –  mostly John and Paul) moments of 2023

The release of »Now and Then« (& listening to it for the first time during lunch break on a hill, trying to act naturally (🤭) afterwards in front of my colleagues)

The absolute madness of the accompanying music video and all the gifs (1 2 3 4 5)

Seeing / screaming internally at / admiring the »Eyes of the Storm« exhibition in London (and spending too much money at the shop)

The »Eyes of the Storm« book with the numerous photos Paul took of John including the one he took in Paris

Some brilliant new Paul quotes: »we got very drunk and cried about, you know, dunno, about how we loved each other or something, I don’t know« »He was a bit of a loony in the nicest possible way.« »John introduced me to the concept of glasses« (mildly paraphrased) »I was the polar opposite to John«

New last ever photo of Paul and John

Red and Blue Album remixes actually being quite astonishing 

Participating in the #BeatlesMovies tag and getting a repost 😌

Paul enjoying The Pretenders and G’n’R at Glastonbury like the legend he is

The Beatles and all members trending on social media in 2023 🥰

[autistpride]

Autism Acceptance

Prompt 8: Bodyswap AU

Word count: 2065

@wolfstarmicrofic

Cw: for the R slur, bullying, harassment physical and verbal assault.

“Oh look, it's loony Lupin,” Sirius called out as Remus walked into the potions classroom.

“Look, I'm Loony Lupin and I’m retarded. Dur dur dur,” Sirius added, bending his wrists and smacking his chest with his limp hands. The other students laughed, some of them copying Sirius’ motions and sounds.

Remus bit his lip and tucked his chin to his chest as he pushed through the students and to his desk at the front of the room near Professor Slughorn. Remus sat down and slowly pulled out his things. On his desk was a parchment already written on. The notes from the board carefully scrawled onto the page in Professor McGonagall’s neat handwriting. The muggle pen and lined notebook paper he was allowed to use instead of the quill and parchment came out first and was quickly followed by his headphones.

“Oh look Lupin has his ear defenders. Saving his poor ears from the silence of the classroom.” Sirius said in a mocking tone.

Remus didn't respond and instead put his headphones on, wrote the course, “advanced potions” and the date at the top of his paper, and then set his pen down before reading over the notes.

Slughorn entered the room and told the class to settle down and take their seats. Remus gasped when his sternum slammed into the table. He glanced over his shoulder to see Sirius sitting directly behind him, feet on the back of his chair, pushing him into the edge of the table. Remus knew from experience that if he touched Sirius and tried to get him to put his feet down, Sirius would complain to his head of house that Remus was hitting him and Remus would get excused to the headmasters office. No one ever believed Remus wouldn’t actually hit someone. Everyone just saw a boy who didn’t talk and assumed he would lash out in physical violence when upset.

The class began and Remus worked hard on his potion, Slughorn occasionally hovered and guided Remus, but for the most part Remus completed the assignment on his own. He was so proud of his Polyjuice potion and knew it was perfect.

“Alright class, stopper your potions and let me have a look.” Slughorn announced and Remus set about doing just that. When he had placed his at the front of his table like everyone else's, Slughorn looked up at the class, nodded, and then grinned. “Excellent idea!” he boomed which caused Remus to jump. He didn’t hear what was said and was now confused. He looked up and slightly around to try to figure out what had happened. “We will test the potions with a partner. Each of you will pair up and test your partners brew but with the hairs of your partner. Should make for an interesting lunch period.” Slughorn laughed as if he had just said the funniest thing he could imagine.

Remus thought otherwise and froze, dread seeping into him. He didn’t want to test his potion with these students. If it had been with Lily or Mary he would, but not with this group. He swallowed hard and clenched his hands on his trousers as he heard the class start to pair up.

“Sucks for whoever has to partner with Loony Lupin,” Sirius said with a smug tone.

“Actually, Mr. Black, since both of you get the highest marks in my class I would like you both to pair up for this assignment,” Slughorn said offhandedly.

Sirius gaped and sputtered but Slughorn waved off his arguments and Remus was soon faced with one Sirius Black standing over him.

“Let’s get this over with Loony.” He said in an acidic tone.

Remus didn’t make any attempt to move and Sirius scoffed before reaching out and yanking some of Remus’ hairs from his head. Remus cried out and his hand flew to the spot Sirius had pulled from. Sirius snorted and rolled his eyes and then pulled a single stand of his own head. He opened his vial and then Remus’ and inserted the hairs into it. The potion bubbled for a moment and then settled. Sirius picked up his vial and shoved it into Remus’ hand. “I won't have a poor grade because you refuse to work. So open up and drink it on your own or I'll force it down your throat.”

Remus took the vial and swallowed before tipping it back and swallowing the mouthful of liquid. Sirius picked up Remus’ vial and did the same.

Remus gagged and almost vomited but kept it down. All at once, the lights dimmed and the sounds stopped. The colours were less vibrant and his clothes weren’t too tight and itchy. His skin didn’t feel like ants crawled over it. He was glad that Sirius was a similar size as him or else he would have to change clothes with the mean kid. He looked up and saw his own face and the wide eyes staring back at him. Remus sighed. Part of him wanted to give Sirius a taste of his own medicine but he knew that was wrong. He was a bigger and better person than Sirius and he knew Sirius would experience that enough in the next hour as Remus and Remus didn’t need to make it worse. So Remus packed up his materials, cleaned up his potions stuff, and left the classroom. He would spend the lunch hour in the library as he usually did.

Sirius told himself it would be fine, but when he swallowed the potion he swore he was going to hurl. The rolling feeling in his stomach didn’t end when the potion transformed him into Remus and he stood staring at himself. Instead it changed to a dull ache in the pit of his stomach. Sirius noticed Remus started to pack up and returned to his table to do the same, shouldering his back and strutting out of the classroom towards the Great Hall like he always did.

Sirius hadn’t been prepared for the sensory hell that was lunch. The lights from the candles, the windows, and the artificial sun in the ceiling beamed light so bright Sirius’ eyes watered and he turned his head this way and that to try to avoid it. No matter which way he turned it was in his eyes, blinding him. The metal utensils on the glass dishes made the most high pitch noise and the sounds of everyone chewing was obscene. He could hear the lips smacking and the wet noise of peoples mouths. He looked down the table at someone and gagged at the sight of the food rolling around in their open mouth as they chewed. Sirius made himself a plate of all his favourites. The first bite of the fruit was too sour, the next too sweet, and the third bitter. Why? It was fruit, it was supposed to have the same taste each time! So Sirius ate some pasta, but the noodles were slimy and seemed soggy. He groaned and ate some mashed potatoes and crackers, because those seemed safe. He was rewarded with the same taste and texture each time and sighed in relief.

“What the hell are you doing here stupid?” James asked, smacking Sirius in the back of the head.

Sirius looked up glaring and pushed James away from him. He tried to yell at James, but the words caught in his throat. He tried again and again but James just stared at him and then started to laugh before making exaggerated grunting noises and crossing his eyes.

“Potter!” Lily Evans screeched from across the Great Hall, “you leave him alone right now!”

“He started it, he hit me!” James yelled back, pointing an accusing finger at Sirius.

Sirius made a protest, to explain that James was who started it, when again nothing came out. He stared at James in horror and then turned to Lily who was storming down the aisle and pushed James away.

“Go away Potter. Go find Black or something. Leave Remus alone.”

Sirius was never so grateful to see his best friend leave than at that moment. He felt the tears prickle in his eyes and swiped at them.

Lily sat down and gently pet Sirius’ hand and asked where his headphones were. Sirius couldn't reply, just finished eating his potatoes and slipped from the Great Hall. Sirius would try to avoid the other students until the potion wore off, wandering the corridors. Sirius should have never assumed he could do that. The castle was full of students on an hour-long lunch break. They were everywhere. Between the blinding lights, the too bright colours, all the voices talking and laughing, there were subtle things that were starting to get to sirius. Everyone wore too much body spray, especially when he passed the locker rooms. The smell hit Sirius like a massive wave causing Sirius to cough and choke. The sound of the creaking and groaning of the stairs moving and the high pitch whine of the portraits and doors opening and closing made Sirius’ teeth hurt. But the worst thing was the way everyone either stared at him, made faces or the hand motion he did earlier that day, or the few that outright tried to trip him.

When he rounded a corner and came face to face with James and Peter. He tried to turn around but was too slow. Peter grinned and tripped him, James laughed and clapped Peter on the back and they both strode over to him before James spelled him upside down by his ankle. He flailed and struggled against the hold, but his screams fell silent. He screamed and cried and tried to escape to no avail.

He hadn’t realised he had wandered outside the library until he saw himself standing in the doorway staring back at him from behind his two best friends.

He pleaded with his eyes for help and Remus crossed his arms over his chest in defiance before his wand appeared and was pointed at Sirius. Sirius knew at that moment that this was Remus’ revenge. This was how Remus showed Sirius what an absolute prick he had been. He deflated, resigned to whatever jinxes or curses Remus would throw at him. No one was more surprised than Sirius was when Remus spoke in his voice softly the counter jinx, lowering Sirius to the ground carefully before putting up a shield around him to keep him safe from James and Peter's spells.

The two boys looked over at Remus with surprise and then parted, thinking that Sirius just wanted a part of the action. The looks of confusion took hold when Remus carefully placed his headphones over Sirius’ ears and offered Sirius a small tentative smile and held up his two hands.

“I'm sorry that happened to you. Are you okay?” He asked, holding up each hand with an option. Sirius stared at him in disbelief before he swallowed and motioned to “yes”.

“Okay. Do you want to go into the library or to your dorm?” Remus asked him and Sirius pointed to the library.

“Okay.” Remus said and rose, glaring at James and Peter who backed up a few steps as Remus guided Sirius into the library.

“Do you want me to stay or go?” Remus asked, holding his hands out again. “Stay,” Sirius replied, tapping Remus’ hand.

“Can I clean the cut on your forehead?” Remus asked softly, motioning to the gash Sirius hadn’t even been aware was there. Sirius nodded.

Remus worked gently, explaining each step of what he was about to do and how it would feel. He knew what Sirius would experience and tried his best to prepare Sirius for the smell and the burn of the Ditany.

“The potion will wear off any moment now. Thank you for trusting my potion. I may be different, autistic, but I’m not retarded. That word is highly offensive to me and others with intellectual disabilities. Don’t use it again.”

Sirius nodded as he watched his features melt off of Remus and the tingling and burning in his skin and hair slowly morphed him back into himself. He sat staring at Remus perplexed before Remus slowly pulled the headphones from Sirius’ head and placed them over his own ears before nodding and leaving Sirius alone in the library.

Sirius would never use that word again.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😁I have decided to write a fanfic of a particular character from Helluva Boss😇😈 My first time writing a fanfic with a Helluva Boss character in it, so it could make this particular fanfic a little bit different😃👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs and contains pronouns in atleast 1 of the paragraphs😅

*Ps; Credits to anyone who has written a fanfic with Blitzø in it📝✍️👩‍💻

😈🐴Making Blitzø's Troubles Go Away, Step By Step🐴😈(Blitzø x Any Gender Reader)(up to the reader's imagination what species (s)he/they are (humans and imps included))

Genres: Angst to Comfort, Possible Fluff at the end and Possible Mutual Confession (Warning⚠️: Language)

After Blitzø has gotten better from a hangover, you came to visit him, as you noticed he has beem gloomy as of late. You asked Loona about him, so she tells you everything she knows about about that night, which she also mentioned that she wasn't sure about what has gotten into Blitzø until he mentioned to about if he was going to be alone for the rest of his life (in her own words), as she thought he had a horrible night that night. She then asked you to help her cheer him up to the point where he would atleast be in better spirits and to comfort him, which you agreed to do.

You and Blitzø have been friends, since you have noticed him hanging out with Loona, as you asked if Loona is your daughter, which he told you the story on adopting Loona. You're also the first one who Luna was getting along with, possibly aside from Blitzø. He was surprised to see how Luna interacted with you in a good way and he did seem to be glad he met you, too. So, you and Blitzø exchanged cellphone numbers together (you and Loona also, exchange cellphone numbers, incase of emergencies or any like that).

As time went by, you have gotten to know both Loona and Blitzø more, however you just have never seen him, as gloomy as he was when you came to surprise him (and Loona) with a visit. You felt sad for him, because you low-key (and without realizing it or in denial without knowing it) that you had a crush on him for some time now and the fact you consider him (and Loona) your friend(s). So, you have been figuring out ways to comfort him, then cheer him up.

You sat next to him on his couch, as you said, Hey, Blitz...", before asking, "Is everything okay?", then continued, I've noticed you are feeling down when I first came here to visit you and Loona today, so if there's anything you need and/or would like to talk about, I will there for you, Blitzy...". At first, Blitzø wasn't going to talk about it, however after a couple minutes of trying keep everything that's bothering bottled up, he realized that aside from Loona, ue needed someone to talk to. He clearly did not know what else to do.

"Listen, (Any Gender Reader Name)... I really didn't want to talk about it... It's just that I really don't fucken know what else to do... Despite of how fucken complicated as it is for me to even fucken speak about what is really fucken hurting me inside, I needed to talk to atleast someone about it... And the truth is... I felt that aside from Loonie, you're the only one I'm willing to try to talk to about this, right now...", Blitzø mentioned, while trying to hold his tears back, due to his fear of you treating him differently for the worst and that he has never cried in front of you before. He told you, everything he remembered from his past, especially his life in the circus, his history of exes, the night he felt he made the biggest mistake of his life when he invited Stolas to Ozzie's to only find out what Ozzie's really is, snapping at Stolas after he offered Blitzø to spend time with at his mansion (as Blitzø was dropping Stolas off to his mansion), what happened after Blitzø got home (especially looking through pictures through his phone), about to pick Loona up from the party she attended only for her to continue the party and (to make matters worse, as it turned out) he stated to party on with Loona and the others who were also at the party, Loona having to take him home (with Blitzø having a bad hangover from how drunk he was) which didn't happen to make anthing better on his end, venting to Loona in tears especially his question if he was going die alone and if she was going to always be there for him (which she said she will always be there for him), and how thinking about everything he told you and other things how he felt that he probably (if not fully) hasn't talked about before that is inside. He then started to sob, as he hugged you, then started to cry, "I don't know, if you would understand... Because of my past and my past relationships... Especially stuff that I did... Even things I fucken regret... These are huge reasons why I'm afraid to get close to people... I'm scared of love, because of the fact I could hurt Stolas... And I'm scared to hurt you one of these days or nights when I call you or even see your (beautiful or handsome) face... As much as I care about Stolas, my daughter who I adted Loonie, and a few others I know... The truth is that I really care about you alot... You may not know it... I just can tell you have feelings for me, wheather you realize it or not, but... What if I hurt you... What if I hurt the one, I love most... Then again maybe for how much you know about me, even if you didn't know anything I fucken told you... Would you even put up with me? I'm so sorry for breaking down on you like this, (Any Gender Reader Name)... I'm just so fucken scared and depressed that I just don't know what's going to happen...", proceeding to hug you more and tightly, the long he hugs you.

You then petted one of his horns, as you replied, "No need to be ashamed of yourself Blitzy... It's a okay to let things out... Especially you're ready to... And you asked, if I would even put up with you... That's such a strong question, Blitz... Ofcourse... It's because you're right about the fact that I am in love with you... Even if I didn't see it... I knew I was feeling something in my chest in a good way, just from thinking about you... Which was why I figured I'd surprise you and Loonie with a visit...". You proceeded to give Blitzø, a tight, hug back, before moving one of your hands from his horn to the other part of his head (which is near his forehead) to pet, as you continued, "You see Blitz... I know you wouldn't ever hurt me, even if you could, despite of your past, and other things you told me... You see... Most of the time my past relationships have ended it ended with someone leaving me, especially through calling my mom, making me the last to know... Unfortunately a couple people who left me, it was atleast part of my mother's fault, if not completely her fault... After my last ex left me, telling me my mother was a huge part of why (s)he/they left me, I thought for the longest time that no one would even want me and that if my previous ex decides not to have me or I can't have him, I refuse to let anyone have me nor have anyone else for a long time, so after my previous ex left me, I ran away far from home and as far away from my mother as I possibly can... Then after I met you and Loonie, I knew she was different, however I had a feeling you were also different from everyone I had ever knew, Blitz...". Blitzø then looked up at you in confusion with tears still rolling down his face, as he then asked, "How am I fucken different from others... Especially your exes... What makes you think in hell that I wouldn't hurt you..."

You smiled, looked into Blitzø's eyes, as you then answered, "You see Blitz, despite of our circumstances and situations in our lives being difficult right with our differences, I just know both you and Loona genuinely care about me, even if you want to lie to me and say you don't and fucken deny that you deserve good things happening to you... You shouldn't keep putting yourself down just because of your past, or your fears, or showing how you feel or talking about them or anything else pertaining you... Despite of the fact you can be an asshole, which there are times I find funny, I know you have good qualities others don't see in you, which you don't see in yourself either... Eversince meeting you and Loona, I felt my life has gotten much better... No need to hate yourself either, my dear Blitzy... I promise you won't die alone... You have people who care about you, as much as you care about them... Especially Stolas and myself, ofcourse... You're better than your flaws, your past, and even every mistake you felt you made...", before kissing his forehead. Once Blitzø has been calmer and stopped sobbing, you asked, "Would you like for me to take you to a place where you could ride a horse and even pet the horses?", before you happily mentioned, "I heard you liked horses alot and I figured that might lift up your spirits and I know a place where there are horses you can pet and ride on the horses, too... And I would be more than happy to take you there today, Blitzy...". Blitzø then smiled in excitement, as he gleefully, replied, "Ofcourse, (Any Gender Reader Name)! I would be glad to! Are you asking me out on a date, cutie?". You then smiled and replied back to him, "I mean, if you want to consider this as a date, then ofcourse... And I know you can handle yourself, however if anyone fucks with you... Regardless of physical harm or not... There will be fucken, hell to pay... Seriously... In my eyes... I won't let anything happen you... My eyes will stay on you, babe...".

Once you took Blitzø to a place where he can pet and ride the horses, he was definitely overjoyed about it. While you had comforted and cheered him up prior to taking him to a place where he can pet the horses and also ride on the horses, however when you took him there, his troubles are no longer on his mind (nor his chest). It was like the weight that has been on his shoulders have finally gotten off his shoulders.

Blitzø really had alot of fun petting the horses and riding the horses, he even offered you to pet the horses and also ride on them. You actually had fun there, as well, however you are also happy that he's having as much fun as he did at the place with a bunch of horses that you took him to. This was definitely the best date you and Blitzø had ever been on.

🐴😈The End😈🐴

I will admit, I was inspired by another fanfic writer who had written about Blitzø, so any1 who has written about Blitzø, especially any part that I have written in a similar way, credits to them📝✍️👩‍💻 Anyways my Tumblr Peeps I have a confession. I was originally going to write a sick comfort where I was going to have the reader take care of him, however from noticing what he has done with pictures that pertains him, I figured I change the genre(s) and remove the sick part out of the genres part of this fanfic and put the genres that are in thhis fanfic right now. With the possible fluff at the end, it was a last minute genre I added to this fanfic. Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope this fanfic with Blitzø in it makes your day and/or night 🌞☀️🌝🌕😃👍

[extravagantliar]

veilguard spoilers ahead - as it has been fifteen days and Knife time

I haven't been explicit with the words, even though y'all know my thoughts.

I am glad he's dead. Oh my God.

NOW ONLY WE the people CAN FUCK WITH HIM

I cried like a baby the first thirty minutes because Tepid got the first run, and I will tell you this: Tepid said wait, hold on, but as soon as Solas opened his big mouth, I was like yep, he's cooked, put me in the ground too.

Let's briefly break it down to explain why I clocked it in as the knife went in. Peepaw is fifty-one— at most fifty-two at the start of datv, and he chooses to walk up a set of stairs and get into a hand fight with a man with a loaded gun. One, he's not that strong anymore. Rook helped him up over a barrier - which can be chalked up to being nice, but if we're playing in this sand box here's the truth - peepaw has been on a horse and walking around Thedas because Charter said so and is not in great shape at the start of DATV. He's tired, and this is an exhausted man's last march; you can call it if you listen and hear Varric ask Rook to take care of the team. Okay, Phil Coulson, see you in Agents of Shield for some reason.

To be honest with you Varric could have taken Solas in a fight in the middle of DAI - but to me that stops at the well.

Solid delivery and diabolical, very few notes. I love the elves, but I hate the skirting they get. Solas I am kissing you on your big bald dumb head, there are at least four ways around what you have to do and I love that you pick the messiest way each time. My favourite ending for him is the one where he goes a bit loony toon villain at the end. I get he was mad, but it's the same thing as the blood magic line; I listened to your funny words in Haven, magic man; I know who you are. Maybe. You're the star of the show. You're awful and the worst. Cried like a baby when Tepid's Inky and Solas chose to go to fade jail together.

I liked all the companions, but you can guess who I was most happy to have in the party at all times. Banter was good, I wish the team had more time to bicker and grow, but that's a me thing. Shorter timeline for this game than the last three - likely weeks or months rather than months and years.

However, I do not personally like the way Varric's death was handled outside of this. It makes my former little medical brain go mad because what do you mean your companions are just off letting Rook talk to what I assume is a table and a bed as Bianca is canonically in Harding's care - as the Xenon wants to buy her arms even in pieces. My dude, Rook, is so massively concussed. As I have had a concussion that should have killed me - someone should have been watching Rook a touch closer. Also, my gripe with DAI and having Inky wake up on a bedroll to the four idiots fighting in the snow, and then Sunday School breaks out.

I know what is happening here, and I understand why they wrote it this way as Phil Coulson'd him into the lauder of Heroes in the Great Big Sky. The good thing is I can be critical of their choices, KNOW why they made them due to pressures from EA, and then carry on with my boat.

I am fine with his death, I think it's apt as they couldn't keep all the choices, and Blabbermouth knows like everyone. Catch the one string to Rook? POWER IMBALANCE.

So what does this mean for me?

Nothing.

This blog is here to stay - and my swerve verse is simple. If you want a DATV verse, great. Peepaw is alive, and he's got a massive hunk of lyrium in his chest, or he's rattling around with Solas saying shitty things because they're stuck, and he's about to either commit a crime or figure out if he can be the crime committed.

Also, doubling down, I have built six years of Kirkwall, and I'm sinking with that ship. I'm taking Sid and Nik with me, and that's it.

Sorry.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Higher

Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: The reader makes a mistake and has to make up for it

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Drug use (just marry jane fr). Reader is an ASS with her whole chest. Mmm hurt/comfort.

A/N: Now how does a 2k word one-shot get lost in the sauce? i dont know either but that’s why i hand write everything. i would’ve cried if it was gone forever because this is by far, my favorite piece. Of course, the song doesn’t need to be played, buuut you definitley should listen to it! Anywho, happy reading!- Bee 💕

This was stupid. You and Elvis were supposed to be enjoying dinner together, but every little thing bothered you. The wait time, the room's temperature, the space's volume. All of it. One flirtatious remark from a waitress toward your husband was what really set you off.

Realistically, you would never fly off the handle with Elvis. He meant everything and more. Never, on any other day, would you disrespect him to such a degree.

Both of you had been run ragged. With the stress of release dates, concerts, fans, and both of your (shitty) managers, You and Elvis were at your wit's end.

You knew Elvis wouldn't look twice at a girl like that. In your eyes, though, the kind smile and short 'thank you' may as well have been him getting down on one knee and begging for her hand in marriage.

Elvis didn't see your outburst coming. Usually, he could read you like a book, but he was distracted, busy sorting through dates and show times. Honest to god, he hadn't even registered that girl's hand grazing his shoulder.

It was so sudden Elvis had to blink to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Your hand came down on the tabletop so hard the poor man practically jumped out of his skin.

"You can't keep from flirtin' for one goddamn night, Elvis? Every time I look, you're chattin' up some new, two-bit whore."

You know that wasn't true; Elvis was friendly, sure, but he was hopelessly devoted to you. His jaw hung open, eyes widened with an expression reading, 'are you fucking serious?'. He was almost too stunned to speak, almost. Elvis clears his throat, knuckles going white as he clenches his fork.

"Little girl, I know full well-"

You huff and open your mouth, prepared to continue your tirade. But before you can, Elvis holds up a finger.

"Don't you sit up here n' disrespect me. Ya ain't gon talk to me like you've lost your mind," he asserts.

You see red. He didn't deny it and practically told you to shut up. Or at least those were the dots you connected. Any chance at a rational step forward has flown out of the window. You can feel yourself getting warm as anger pumps through your veins.

"Don't talk like I—What the fuck is wrong with you? Ya prance around with whoever in my damn face, but I'm the one who belongs in the loony bin?"

You're digging a deeper hole than you care to realize. Again, Elvis tries to get you under control.

"Y/n. I'm warnin' ya." He seethes.

Boy, does that get you hot.

"What? Don't wanna admit it? Don't want everyone to know how often you forget about your wife, chasin' skirts? Shoulda stayed in fuckin' Memphis."

You mumbled that last part, but Elvis still caught it. He'd had enough. The fork clatters onto the plate, and he clasps his hands together. His face is stern, but those beautiful blue eyes were glasses over. You had gone too far.

"S'That what ya want?" He muses. You're quiet now. It sinks in; how ridiculous you had been. Elvis lifts his brows, waiting for an answer. When the silence looms over the both of you, he rises to his feet, taking that as his answer.

"Fine then, call Lamar. Wouldn't want ya stuck with me any longer than ya have to be, since your jus' dyin' to get away." He griped.

Before leaving, Elvis tosses some money on the table to cover both meals. Then, he spins on his feet and storms out of the restaurant. You were left to sit in your shame with stares come from each direction. What did you just do? Tears burn in your eyes as you scramble to collect your things.

You fly out the door, scanning the lot for any sign of Elvis. He left. Left you stranded. What else was he to do, though? You sigh and go back inside, head hung low, shame surrounding you. Safe to say, you felt like an idiot calling Lamar in front of everyone.

The ride home was depressing. Elvis wasn't there to tickle your sides and tell you bad jokes. No one to kiss you and tell you they love you. It was just you and your thoughts.

When you arrive at the hotel, you're scared to walk through the doors. Would Elvis yell? Send you packing? Put you out? God, you had no clue. You fidget with yourself the whole way up to the room's floor. Standing before the door, you contemplate booking a different suite altogether.

Elvis is your husband; he wouldn't want that. Right? Pushing the nerves down, you unlock the door and step in.

He isn't in the front room, so he must be in the back. You take a deep breath and head that way. You find Elvis sitting on the bed, facing away from the entrance. You lean against the frame and keep your sights trained on his back.

"...Hey," you try, voice soft as ever—a clear contrast to your earlier performance. Elvis doesn't even look your way, preferring to focus on his feet.

"Thought you'd be on your way to Memphis by now." He croaked.

Your heart sinks; you truly did hurt his feelings.

"Elvie—no, I was just-"

A disheartened chuckle cuts your explanation short,

"I know, you were just so angry that ya got stuck with me. Don't need ya to tell me twice, y/n."

You shake your head, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

"El, please. I didn't—didn't mean-"

"So then what is it, y/n? Huh? I ain't never stepped out on you, and ya know it. So why the theatrics? Why talk to me like that?" Elvis booms, voice breaking as he searches desperately for an answer.

You're taken aback by the volume of his voice; how ironic. Your silence again serves as his answer. He takes a sharp breath and throws his hands up.

"Yknow what? I don't even wanna know. M'goin' to bed. Got a lotta shit to do in the mornin'."

You whimper as he buries himself under the covers. There isn't a sadder sight than watching your husband cry silently. You feel like the shittiest wife on the planet. Not bothering to change, you climb in next to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I really am sorry, El. I didn't mean anythin' I said." You whisper, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear. Elvis hums, pushing you off and sliding away as far as he can.

"M'sure you didn't, y/n."

Defeated, you turn over, crying yourself to sleep just the same as him.

For the next two weeks, Elvis is cold toward you. Drowning himself in his work, barely speaking to you, only kissing you goodnight. It was torture, but it wasn't for nothing. You said Elvis forgot about you? He could show you what that was really like. Said he was nothing but a flirt? He could show you that too.

For those two long weeks, Elvis flirted with every woman he encountered. He never cheated; Elvis wasn't a dog. But he intended to make it hurt, and that he did. He'd wave you off to finish a conversation it was with a girl, and act uninterested when you spoke, only to perk up whenever a young filly caught his attention.

You had learned your lesson and wanted Elvis to understand how sorry you were. No apology you crafted was good enough; none felt right. You'd write, scratch it, cry, rinse, and repeat. Drink after drink, and two joints later, you find yourself at the piano in the corner of the room. In your stupor, you decide to sing what you're feeling, hoping to find the words you'd been looking for.

You rest your fingers atop the ivories and begin a simple melody. You clear your throat and shakily start the song.

"This whisky got me feelin' pretty... so pardon if m'impolite..."

Your words are slurred, your focus is off, and your thoughts are jumbled, so it's no surprise the door opening goes unnoticed.

"...I jus' really need your ass with me—m'sorry bout the other night..."

Elvis creeps in slowly, careful not to let you know he's home.

"...And i know i could be more creative n' come up with poetic lines..."

Your husband leans against the wall, watching his inebriated wife pour her heart out as best she can. He fights the smile tugging at his lips as you continue.

"...But m'fucked up upstairs, and 'i love you' is the only thing that's in my mind..."

Tears prick in your eyes, and as you think about how you treated Elvis, they fall down your face. You carry on, though, not wanting to lose focus.

"...You take me higher...higher than I've ever been, babe. Just come over; let's pour a drink, babe..."

Elvis's chest hurts when he hears your plea. He wants so badly to still be upset, but he can't after seeing you like this. Elvis wants to hold you and wipe away your tears; your sonata isn't finished, though.

"...I hope I ain't callin' you too late, too late..."

You take a breath; the thought of Elvis leaving you is overwhelming

"...You light my fire; let's stay up late and smoke a J..."

The crack in your voice and the way you're virtually sobbing through every line hurts Elvis something terrible.

"...I wanna go back to the old way, but m'drunk instead with a full ashtray, with a little bit too much to say."

When the last line leaves your lips, Elvis rushes to your side.

"I want that too, little." He whispers.

A loud cry escapes your chest as you throw your arms around him. Elvis does the same, squeezing you tight.

"Oh, El," you hiccup, "M'so fuckin' sorry. I never meant to hurt ya. You know that right? Pleas tell me ya know I didn't-"

Elvis nods his head frantically, smiling through his tears as you babble

"I know you were stressed. Jus' hurt to hear that ya thought i didn't care nothin' bout ya. Hurt to hear ya say you wanna leave me."

You shake your head again, feeling like a fool.

"El I— I just said all that cause it hurt seein' that girl flirt with ya, and you didn't do anything about it. Thought you mighta liked her or somethin'."

Elvis laughs from his belly upon hearing this.

"Liked her? Honey, did ya see her hair?"

"Did I?" You giggle back, "It was a mess!"

Your husband nods in agreement, "Yeah, and she had on the tackiest earrings."

After two weeks of agony, you're finally on track, gossiping about people with Elvis like you were used to. His hands cup your face, and he looks directly into your eyes.

"You're the only one for me. No woman could beat your perfection, darlin'. You could stick me in a room with a hundred of 'em, and I'd find something wrong with 'em all cause they ain't you. I love you, y/n."

You nod your head in understanding, bringing your hand to his cheek. "I love you too, Elvie."

"Good." He gushed. Elvis admires you for a moment before he decides to wrap up the night

"Now, we've got to get some sleep. We're recordin'. that song first thing tomorrow. Oh, and ya ain't never to late baby. I'll never leave your side." Elvis promises.

You sniff and give him a kiss, sloppy but still a kiss. He helps you to bed, snaking his arms around your form. Elvis was your everything; you couldn't dream of letting him go.

"Missed this," you murmur.

"Me too. Goodnight, mama."

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Books, children’s stories and comics in the WW

There’s much more than just school text books in the Wizarding World, so as logical it is to assume that muggle borns read popular muggle fairytales during their childhood, it’s equally logical to think the same about magically raised children! And adults ( we known how those witches piled up for Lockharts autograph in Diagon Alley lol )

Here’s a list of wizarding books that are not Hogwarts textbooks

Children’s stories:

Tales of Beedle the Bard - book containing many wizarding fairytales. Stories in the book: The Tale of the Three Brothers‘ ; ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune‘ ; ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart‘ ; ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot‘ ; ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump‘. As Ron says his mother read the book to him when he was young.

Toadstool Tales - a series of adaptations of other works, written by Beatrix Bloxam. They contained soppy, "sanitised" versions of other works, including The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was Mrs Bloxam's way of purifying them so as to preserve children's innocence. The book is universally loathed by wizarding children

Comics:

Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle - Ron liked these comics a lot since he had a stash of them in his bedroom

Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie - read by Dean and Harry

Fiction:

Enchanted Encounters- a series of books written by the author Fifi LaFolle

Sports:

Beaters' Bible - by Brutus Scrimgeour

Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch - by Kennilworthy Whisp

Flying with the Cannons

Noble Sport of Warlocks - by Quintius Umfraville

Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup

Quidditch Through the Ages - Kennilworthy Whisp

Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland

Wonder of Wigtown Wanderers - by Kennilworthy Whisp

A Snitch in Time

Numerology:

New Theory of Numerology

Astrology:

Atlas of Celestial Anomalies - M. P. N. Carneirus

Magical Creatures:

Aquatic Wonders of Yorkshire: A Wizard's Field Guide

Bestiarium Magicum

Children's Anthology of Monsters - Newton Scamander

Dreadful Denizens of the Deep

Enclopedia of Bat Eyes

Hoax and Dreams - Laura Thorn

House-Elves & Self-Hatred

Little People, Big Plans - Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed

Lizard's Claws From Africa

Magical Creatures (book)

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs - Dylan Marwood

Most Macabre Monstrosities

Newts of Bognor - Walter Aragon

Owl Breeds

Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried - Gulliver Pokeby

Which Owl? - Miranda Goshawk

You & Your Owl

Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit

Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland

From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much

A Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Book on Hippogriff-baiting

Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality

Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - Eldred Worple

Vampire's Monologue - Amarillo Lestoat

Hairy Snout, Human Heart - anonymous author

Hunting Werewolves

Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live - Emerett Picardy

Herbology:

Encyclopedia of Toadstools

Good Gardens Guide 1990

Goshawk's Guide to Herbology - Miranda Goshawk

Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs - Hadrian Whittle

Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties

Shrubs & Trees for the Garden - Arthur Osborn

Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries

Wanderings of a Tree in the Alps

Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants - Selina Sapworthy

Charms and spells:

Book of Charms & Spells, The

Achievements in Charming

Charms for attraction - Griselda Gogh

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Cheering Charms

Extreme Incantations - Violeta Stitch

Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I - VII - Chadwick Boot

Advanced Charm Casting - Eulalie Hicks

Abracadabra: An A-Z of Spooky Spells

Ancient thieves' text

Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions

Confronting the Faceless

Curses and Counter-Curses - Vindictus Viridian

Dark Arts Outsmarted

Guide to Advanced Occlumency

Jinxes for the Jinxed

Practical Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook

Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts

Self-Defensive Spellwork

Evelyn Starling's duelling book

Updated Counter-Curse Handbook (Second Revised Edition)

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Magick Moste Evile - Godelot

Secrets of the Darkest Art - Owle Bullock

Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration

Transformation Through the Ages

Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks

Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Spell journall - Miranda Goshawk (spell journal only)

Book of Charms & Spells

Book of Spells - Miranda Goshawk

Easy Spells to Fool Muggles

Gilded-covered spellbook

Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus - Brian Gagwilde

Slytherin's Spellbook - Salazar Slytherin

Alchemy:

Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science - Argo Pyrites

Alchemical duodecimo

Potions:

A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without - Blossom Degrasse

Asiatic Anti-Venoms - Libatius Borage

Book of Potions - Zygmunt Budge

Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! - Libatius Borage

Moste Potente Potions

Potion Opuscule - Arsenius Jigger

Spell potions - Tim

Love Potions - Salamander

Cooking and housecare:

Charm Your Own Cheese - Greta Catchlove (revised edition by Gerda Curd)

Cooking the Muggle Way - Mordicus Egg

Enchantment in Baking

Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests - Gilderoy Lockhart

One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!

Practical Household Magic - Zamira Gulch

Divination:

Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul

Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming

Omens, Oracles & the Goat - Bathilda Bagshot

Oracle of Palombo - Bathilda Bagshot

Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks

The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus

Xylomancy - Selina Sapworthy

Education:

Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe

Preferred Preface for Perfect Prefects

Revision guides:

Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s

W.O.M.B.A.T. Revision Guide

Magical health:

Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions

Healer's Helpmate - H. Pollingtonious

Healing at Home with Herbs - Phyllida Spore

Biographies/autobiographies:

Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Uric the Oddball - Radolphus Pittiman

Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Demob - Rita Skeeter

He Flew Like a Madman - Kennilworthy Whisp

Horticultural History of the Blackwood Maze

Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - Rita Skeeter

Magical Me - Gilderoy Lockhart

My Life as a Muggle - Daisy Hookum

My Life as a Squib - Angus Buchanan

Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Harry Potter - Rita Skeeter

Historical magic:

Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms

Guide to Medieval Sorcery

Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes - E. Limus

Decline of Pagan Magic - Bathilda Bagshot

Historical wizards and witches:

Famous Fire-Eaters

Fifteenth-Century Fiends

Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century

Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

Notable Magical Names of Our Time

Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts

Prefects Who Gained Power

Historical magical things, places and events:

Big Foot's Last Stand - Ortiz O'Flaherty

Dominating Dementors: A True History of Azkaban

Impenetrable Azkaban: The Hidden Prison to Escape in the World

Hogwarts: A History - Bathilda Bagshot

One Hundred Historical Sites from the Second Wizarding War

Perambulation of Kent

Scars of Salem: Essays on the Witch Trials of 1692 - Carlos Eduardos

Scourers and the Creation of MACUSA - Theophilus Abbot

Sites of Historical Sorcery

Triwizard Tragedies

Contemporary history:

Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century

Important Modern Magical Discoveries

Modern Magical History

Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry

Magical self-help:

Cast-a-Spell handbook

Learn Magic Fast with Kwikspell

Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up

Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won't Commit

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Where There's a Wand, There's a Way

Wizards Are from Neptune, Witches Are from Saturn - Irsis Pius

Living With Legilimens: Choose Your Mind Wisely

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Ancient Runes and Magical Theory:

Advanced Rune Translation - Yuri Blishen

Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms

Magical Theory - Adalbert Waffling

Manual M39h-z

Магичен Теория

Rune Dictionary

Spellman's Syllabary

Muggle Studies:

Moronic Muggles

The Muggle Conspiracy -Sinistra Lowe

Muggles Who Notice - Blenheim Stalk

The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know - Mordicus Egg

Quaint Muggle Machinery

When Muggles Attack - Barrett Fay

Transportation:

Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare

Fully Illustrated History of the Flying Carpet

Law:

Ancient Law

Dark Arts: A Legal Companion, The

Intricacies of Rappaport's Law, The

‎Extraordinary Trials in History

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

‎Illegal Compendium 198

‎Law and Literature

Legal Loopholes & Leprechauns

Legal Rules for Roving Sprites

Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles‎

Legal Guidelines for the Manufacture of Magical Apparatus

Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic

‎Magical Misdemeanours in the Modern Law

‎Magical Moral Perspective

‎Unforgivable Curses and their Legal Implications

Muggle 'Law & Order' - Complete Guide

Other books:

Animal Ghosts of Britain - Mopsy Fleabert

En Ful Flicka - Så Tuktas En Modedocka - Signe Björnberg

First Love, First Loss - Amorette Deneuve

Flap of the Cape - Abigail R. Cankus

Gateway to the Far Stars

Invisible Book of Invisibility

Mudbloods and How to Spot Them - Barrett Fay

Pure-Blood Directory

Skrifter af Knos

Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter - by Bertrand de Pensées-Profondes

Who Am I? - Gilderoy Lockhart