#melodramatic library

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[bmpmp3]

its important to watch a new movie or read a new book sometimes. largely because 1) its nice to experience all the art this world has to offer but also 2) you might be able to find new scenarios to imagine your OCs in

[brown-little-robin]

so many feelings about Noragami in the club tonight 😭

IT'S SO DRAMATIC BUT IT'S SO GOOD *froths at mouth* IT'S THE BEST DEPICTION OF SIN AND REPENTANCE I'VE EVER SEEN AND IT'S SO UNASHAMEDLY DRAMATIC AND SILLY AND IT HITS ALL MY BUTTONS I SWEAR

[lesbrarians]

Two weeks ago, I read a long, sobering email from the president of our Library about the Tulsa, Oklahoma library shooting. It was a random, horrific shooting that, as far as we know, had nothing to do with the library and the gun wasn't aimed at librarians, but it is still beyond terrifying. And I worry that it will happen here someday too. I regularly deal with full-blown brawls in my corner of the Library. We have volatile patrons. We have trespassed people for bringing guns into the Library before. I'm scared that someday a patron will get shot in front me. And I'm scared that someday a gun will be pointed at me, because I am a visibly queer librarian existing in the middle of the worst anti-queer moral panic i've ever experienced.

Last week, my Library quietly dealt with a bomb threat that, thankfully, wasn't credible. These bomb threats are happening all over the country. How long until a library worker is killed?

Every week, I run a virtual reader's advisory program on my library's Twitter account. Every week, I see vitriol in the Library's notifications, aimed at my Library, aimed at my City, aimed at us librarians. It's awful. And I live in a protected state. I live in one of THE most liberal cities in the country. And I'm still in the thick of it.

Every day, I open my inbox and stare at a newsletter full to the brim with articles about how grim things are for librarians around the country. Book censorship is at an all time high. In the 2019 calendar year, there were 377 individual instances of books being challenged, targeting 566 unique titles. In the 2021-2022 school year, there were 2,532 individual instances of books being banned, targeting 1,648 unique titles.

Every year, I do a banned book/freedom to read booklist. Very generic, just the top 10 or so banned books of the past year and the reason why it was banned.

This year, I did something a bit different. I wanted to cite where a book was banned and the exact reason why.

Today, I finished that list. It took me over a week to create, because combing through the Index of School Book Bans and reading constant articles about the bile that's spewed about books by queer authors and authors of color, the vitriol aimed at libraries, the protestors shouting at librarians that they're groomers, the hate groups disgusing themselves as "Parents' Rights" Groups, the boards that genuinely consider shutting down their public library when a judge orders them to return books to their shelves, the laws that are being pushed through in states that threaten teachers and librarians for carrying certain books... it takes its toll on you.

Tomorrow, I lace up my biker boots, I put on an eclectic buttondown and my "what's more punk than the public library" t-shirt, I go to work, and I hope that this isn't the day that everything goes to shit for my Library.

People really don't know how bad things are for librarians right now.

Please say something nice to your local librarian. We need to hear it. And yes, we absolutely will be talking about you for the rest of the day and gushing to our coworkers about those kind words. It means more to us than you know.

Lovely people of tumblr, if I may speak with my librarian hat* on for a moment:

If you are in the US, you may be aware that librarians are Going Through It because some malicious people believe in fascism and have decided to make that our problem. Whether you are in the US or not, there is something you can do to help your local librarians out:**

Say something nice to us.

You can post on social media and tag your library, you can find the library’s main phone number and call, you can go in person, you can send a card (we display cards in our break room)! I guarantee you that you will make the day of the person you talk to, we will immediately go tell all our colleagues how lovely you were, and you will help us live to love and fight another day.

*it is a fetching piece of millinery in purple silk

**I propose we make this an international group project. Whether your librarians are going through it or not, we all appreciate a kind word.

[nekky-nek]

Even before the current political climate, falling out of love with Disney has been hard. They made my favorite movie. They made most of movies I rewatched regularly.

As I got older, I began to understand that what I truly loved about these movies were the artists and writers hard work. I love storytellers. I love animation. I love art. But it's become apparent the hold the CEOs have and they are a business wanting to secure their bottom dollar. Maybe that always was the case since Snow White, and I was too ignorant to see it, but at least then it felt like there was a vision.

I miss Disney movies making me feel like they trusted me, like I wasn't too stupid to figure it out, or they had to sell their idea with "quirkiness". I miss when Disney movies felt like an adult having to give an honest talk with a child about a difficult subject, and there or some things that cannot be fixed but we can still be better than before. I have not felt this way about Disney in a while.

As a huge Kingdom Hearts fan this is difficult because the Disney part is intrinsic to the series identity. We've seen what happens when creators trust the KH team to use their films. We've seen what happens when they can't bear to tarnish "the brand", and we get a half baked abridged version of a movie as opposed to letting the films themes naturally mix with the KH narrative.

I'm just tired that Disney can't seem take chances where it counts. So for now, it's time for me to say goodbye

[f0ofishies]

ᯓ★ Tutoring With Armin ⭑.ᐟ

nerd!armin realizing you need some help in that biology class you both decided to attend. He'll look at you, those ocean eyes gazing as you struggled on a test.

nerd!armin hearing you complaining to your friends how you flunk out that test. Your whining being heard throughout the hallways, a bit melodramatic in his opinion.

nerd!armin, who looked into your eyes when they sparkled right after he gave his contact number to you. Offering a two tutoring session with you for the next chapter for your biology class.

nerd!armin, who agreed to meet you up in the library. The way you thanked him multiple times on being free on a damn saturday night.. yeah.. he was atleast understanding with you.

nerd!armin, who you end unfortunately getting lucky. The library was closed at the weekends. Small curses from your end, as you told him, to cancel this whole tutoring session for today.

nerd!armin being kind enough to let you study in his dormitory, knowing full well the consequences if he got caught having someone in his dorms past late hours, which could cause a whole rumor.

nerd!armin giving you his notes from his leathered notebook, you could tell he used a hefty amount of money– making it even more funnier how he would take his class seriously.

nerd!armin's hand brushing against yours, not noticing the way his heart skips a beat. He never had anyone in his personal sanctuary before, let alone someone who'd he tutor.. he was a nice guy, definetly being nice.

nerd!armin, who's getting his living soul sucked off so badly on the bed. His pale palm, gripping at your hair, tugging on the loose strands. The way your tongue immediately flattened on his pink dick.

nerd!armin looking down as you pulled your cum stained mouth away to jerk put his orgasm again. "Told you, 'min a hands-on activity was a good idea?" You cooed as he let out another loud groan.

nerd!armin, who cums a massive load staining your loose shirt and even on your face! "Sorry– sorry..!" He huffed out long apologies, hearing your laughter under him. You gave a small peck to his puckering tip oozing out a bit more load. "wanna know what the other lips can do?"

nerd!armin , who is also a virgin, and that was his real experience of someone sucking him off. You were beamed that you were his first ever. As some of his load trailed down your throat, he unexpectedly reached out to wipe away but squeezed it a bit. It earned a stifled moan in you.

nerd!armin, that's trying his best to keep up with your thrusts.. your ass hitting back onto his pelvis. Hips rolling and everything as he moans out your name– he's really going to cum inside if you don't stop..! He ended up gripping your hips to try and slow you down, it failed miserably.

nerd!armin crying at you, screaming out apologies as he accidentally unpack his load all over inside you. It's oozing out lewdly, he liked it– of course he did, but he didn't want you uncomfortable at all.

nerd!armin, who now takes the lead in this fucked up situation you both made. He thrusts into you once again, not caring if the librarians or passerbys can listen. One hand on your throat, the other at the your hips.

"Keep your legs up f'me.. shiitt.. mm just like that bunny.. keep bouncing on–uh it.. yesyesyes.. so close.."

[jezabelle9299]

Missed you S.Rxfem! Reader

Overture: Spencer gets back from a long case to see you at the office, finishing your work, but you have a surprise for him.

C-W’s: mentions of not getting enough calories/ only consuming coffee. Reader is shorter than Spencer (by a good bit, he has to lean down a little), and Spencer keeps plastic forks in his desk, because he hates group utensils, because germs.

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You knew Spencer. He knew you knew him, so he wasn’t all that surprised when you sauntered up to his desk when he got off the plane, a sight for sore eyes. He was surprised however to see you with a book he’d been wanting to read that he hadn’t had time to pick up from the library and a coffee for him from the kitchen. They’d just gotten back from another case halfway across the country and he couldn’t be happier to get back to the office to see you. He of course also had to do his paperwork, but it wouldn’t take him long. If he could keep himself from getting distracted, you two could get out of the office in time to make a late movie.

“Thank you, really, it means a lot. I put this book on hold like two weeks ago, they were just about to give it to the next person on the list. How did you know?”

“Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I do kind of like paying attention to you.” You laughed, and Spencer immediately turned a bright red. You’d been dating for over a month now, and you could still make him blush at the drop of a hat. He’s never going to get used to it. Luckily you shifted the subject, before he could produce enough heat to warm the FBI’s headquarters through the winter.

“So babe—“ you started, putting on the most radiant smile he’d ever seen, the one that happens when you’re leading up to something particularly exciting for you.

“You know how you haven’t had anything other than coffees all day, even though you know the precise importance of getting proper calories in a day?”

“No…?” He gave it a try. It wasn’t a good one. You just waved him off and gave a melodramatic eye roll.

“Well, I’m definitely taking you to dinner when you’re done with your paperwork, but in the meantime—” you pulled out a little plastic box, with a small cake inside, and the cake had a little chocolate heart.

“I went to that bakery that just opened up a couple of blocks away, and I got you this! It's tiramisu, so it's caffeine, but also you know—food. Because I’d love it if my boyfriend didn’t whither away because he was only getting calories from the egregious amount of sugar in his coffee. At least now you’ll get some from the egregious amount of sugar in this.”

He was so—touched?—Overwhelmed?—In love? He wasn’t quite sure how to word it but he took the little box, and as soon as it made contact with his desk, he pulled you into a hug tight enough to realign your spine.

“Oh!— I’m glad you like it. I missed you this week.”

“I missed you too.” He said, his voice muffled by your shoulder, and his posture still at an awkward angle to hug you effectively.

“As much as I love this and I do—believe me.— I really want to get you some real food tonight, so let’s finish our paperwork and get out of here?”

“Ok” you could feel him pouting into your shoulder. When he did pull away, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek before returning to his full height.

“But you’re sharing this with me while we work.” He pulled a chair from a neighboring desk up to his so you could sit, and grabbed two plastic forks from a little package in his desk while you grabbed the files you were working on. You finished your work in less than an hour and even though you told him to pick wherever he wanted for dinner, Spencer chose your favorite restaurant. He thought it was the least he could do for his favorite person.

[ginevrapng]

"did sirius black just wink at you?"

no. you're trying to pretend he didn't at least, this is the second time so far this term sirius has winked at you and he smirks at you whenever you accidentally makes eye contact.

sirius black cannot like you, he just can't. he likes loud, confident, thin, conventionally attractive girls, he does not go for girls like you. black dates 'hot' girls like marlene mckinnon, not you.

not a girl like you, soft, cute, round.

black cannot like you, he likes someone who's like him, a gryffindor, popular, likeable, approachable, someone with the same friends. someone who he can walk next to in the corridor as he can sling his arm around their shoulder with zero shame.

that's why sirius black cannot like you. you're not his type and at this point you're getting annoyed with his constant fucking around with you.

you pretend you've never shown much interest in him before. you don't talk to him in class and don't talk to him in general, you pretend to think his jokes are immature and his hair is ridiculous and everyone believes you, apart from the man himself. you scoff and roll your eyes at the snarky remarks made in class towards the teachers although you hide your mouth behind your hand and slightly smile, you bite your lip trying to stop giggling, you pretend you want to support your house and watch all the quidditch matches but the only reason you attend every single game is to watch sirius play.

sirius black is smarter than people believe him to be, he knows that it's all an act that you put up. and he loves it.

he loves the way you turn your head away from the door every time he walks into class late. he loves to hear you stifle your giggling as you see the latest prank he's pulled like snape walking around with bright green hair. he loves the big jumpers you wear when you always pull your sleeves down so they cover your hands. he loves the way your chubby cheeks become more prominent on your face as you're talking carefree to your friends.

"black did not wink at me, he probably doesn't even know my name. i'm not his type."

you're sitting in the courtyard and you're pretending you haven't noticed the marauders. you want to read to get some work done but the library is too cold and your common room is too crowded. you try and focus on your essay but not only are the marauders near you, a couple of your friends are distracting you too.

one of your friends is bending down to your eye level, blocking out the sun while complaining that you're wasting the day, your other friend being just as melodramatic waving their hands about complaining about something you're paying zero attention to.

in the corner of your eye you see james potter laying on the ground fiddling with a golden snitch, which you think is strange because though you go to the gryffindor games to watch sirius you do know that james is a chaser. remus lupin's reading a muggle book and is somehow being able to ignore his mates chattering. peter pettigrew has his hand stuck in a can of something that he's trying to shake out off while sirius is snickering at him.

thinking you've looked at him long enough for it to start becoming suspicious you turn your full attention back to your essay.

"oi, black's looking at you again." your friend shouted to you in a whisper.

"no he's not," you hiss back not looking up.

"yes he is!" came from both of your friends.

"i'm not his type guys," you reply getting exasperated, feeling like you've had this exact conversation so many times by now.

"who says?"

you freeze, knowing that voice, having dreams about that voice. finally you look up from your essay to see sirius smirking from behind you having heard your conversation. your two friends have the biggest grins on their face, i told you so grins.

[novthewolf]

hello can give crush edward cullen x fem reader headcanons please 🙏 😊

Edward Cullen having a crush on you :

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- The moment you cross that damn classroom door, Edward felt a incredible pull toward you.

- The rapidity of it would be ridiculous. But we all know our melodramatic vampire, he loves to make things complicated.

- He would be in a huge denial. Absolutly disregard any possible feeling for you.

- Edward would actually be scared, 'cause he thinks what he feels for you was plain bloodlust.

- So obviously, he distances himself from you even before your first official interaction.

- You didn't know how to react to this, wondering what you did wrong but tried your best to not let it get to you.

- You two were almost forced together by fate, since you have to work on a history project together.

- His incredible knowledge of history surprised you and intrigued, asking him all the questions you might had and always receiving an answer.

- Edward actually really enjoy your curiousity and got more and more eager to answer you.

- Still, you don’t instantly get closer from that. But slowly, he warms up to you.

- You spend more time together, especially in the library.

- His family doesn't quite understand why he hangs around you. And if you asked him at that moment, he wouldn't know either.

- What he does know is that it's getting harder and harder for him to stay away from you.

- Your presence, the way you smile when he explains something to you, the movements of your hands when you turn the pages of your new book.

- The way your eyes met his...

- Edward made a huge effort to never focus on your mind and read it but sometimes he wanted to know what you were thinking.

- He'd spent a lot of nights laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying your conversations and moments spent with you, a smile grazing his lips unconsciously.

- Alice will get tired of his rambling about you but especially of his denial.

- Edward just couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the crush was there. And he was falling hard.

- As you grow closer, he becomes quite protective of you, as one could expect.

- When you hang out of Forks he is clued to your side, only leaving once he brings you back to your doorstep.

- Edward would be smiling and laughing way more often around you than with anybody else.

- Your whole relationship is really soft and slow but the feelings are there, and raising to the top.

- He would be showing signs of courting. Like, sometimes, out of nowhere he would come by to your house, to drive you to school and a tiny hand-picked bouquet flower will be waiting for you.

- Lifting your bag or books for you, holding the door open, glaring other 'suitors' away...

- "Let me get that for you..." He'd say and grab the book of the top of the shelf you couldn't reach, trapping you against his body.

- You would be constantly on his mind, almost driving him to madness. You managed to settle yourself in his head, but he would be a damn fool if he ever try to erase you.

- Now, everyday when he went off to school, he would arrive with a dumb little lovestruck smile on his face.

- But days aren't enough anymore and he regurlaly come through your window at night and observe you sleep peacefuly.

- He sometimes even clean up your room for you. And it's alway a nice surprise to find a tidy room, despite the fact it was certainly how you remembered it looked like when you went off to sleep.

- However, I don't think he would really act on his crush right away, but eventually... heh...

- No, it's better if you at least do the first step, just to reassure him.

- If you're too shy to explecitly confess your attraction toward him, don't worry you can be subtle, he notices the small details.

- When he notices your attraction, he isn't surprised by it (he is ecstatic don't get me wrong) but rather of his feelings for you.

- Edward would be in shock and need some time away from you, to clear his head.

- But like during the months since he met you, you kept coming back to him. He missed your shy warm fingers grazing against his, your oh so sweet scent, your words and smiles...

- You two had build such strong bound, you trusted him so much and so did he. He wanted to be truthful.

- To do so, Edward guides you through the woods, holding your hand in need be and brushing off leaves from your hair.

- He softly pushed you inside the beautiful clearing that laid in front of you, as he stayed put in the outlooks of the forest.

- So many doubts came whirlwinding in front of him but that caring smile you offered him, to invite him in... God, how could he saw no to you ?

- The vampire felt a deep rumbling in his chest as he took step forward, exposing his darkest self and feelings to you.

- "Don't crush my heart..." He muttered, knowing you wouldn't hear him, but all he needed know, was for you to see him.

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[jj-5656]

Too Soon With; James Potter (ATJ)

A/N: Hello, again? I’m really surprised with myself. Two stories in two days, haven’t had that motivation since quarantine. I’ve been sick lately and couldn’t get this idea out of my mind. Was gonna make it short but one thing led to another and here we are. This is technically a sequel to my first James writing which you can read here, but it’s not entirely necessary. Anyways, please leave a comment or reblog if you enjoy, truly makes a huge difference. <3

Summary: The one where James is definitely not sick, and you make an acute slip up of words.

TW: None, this time around. :)

 “I’m here, what happened?” You practically burst into the marauders dormitory, knapsack half-zipped with textbooks and quills threatening to spill over. Remus sits atop the counter in shock, toast hanging from his mouth as he shrugs.

“The note, from, from the owl,” you attempt to catch your breath as you explain, “said there was an emergency.” Remus rolls his eyes, shooting a pointed look to Sirius who waltzes into the room, taking a moment to read your disheveled appearance. Guilt, and a hint of fear, overcomes his pleased expression at seeing you.

“Oh, sorry. That was me, we have a...Situation.” Sirius flinches as you approach him, having taken the newspaper from Remus’ hand to roll it up and whack the raven-haired boy on the head. 

“I-thought-one-of-you-were-hurt!” You accentuate every piece of the sentence with another whack of the newsletter. Handing it back to a very amused Remus. 

“Awe, love. You hear that Moons? She loves us, cares about us!” 

“And she’s about to castrate you, what on Earth is so emergent that I’ve run all the way from the library?” You push the misplaced strands of hair from your face with an exasperated sigh. 

“James is sick, some sort of respiratory thing I think, or maybe strep. Not entirely sure.” Remus explains. pulling your sack from your shoulder and organizing it’s contents. Holding up a crumpled pouch of cookies from the bottom with a disciplinary glare. You ignore his doting, despite the blush of your cheeks. 

“Alright, so he should go to the infirmary.” You note simply, albeit concerned for your boyfriend. 

“See, that’s the issue, love.” Sirius replies, exchanging a knowing look with Remus who shakes his head. You look between them, utterly confused until said boyfriend shuffles into the dorm, looking positively miserable. 

There’s a frightening, completely out of character hunch to James’ shoulders. He enters the dormitory with a hoarse cough and small sniffle. A tuft of spare tissues peeking from his robes’ pocket. He looks up and beams at the sight of you, watery eyes, red nose and all. Absolutely pleased with your presence. “Hey, dove. What are you doing here? I thought you were doing homework with Lill’s?” He sets his things down with another cough, head quirking in confusion when you clutch your necklace, brows taught with concern. 

“Oh, James.” You mutter, walking toward him to hold his head in your hands, a short intake of breath when the skin of his cheeks is scolding to the touch. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He laughs, though a little hesitant as he takes your wrists in his hold, a flash of hurt slashing his kind smile when you dodge his kiss in greeting. 

“You can’t. You’re ill, James.” The taller boy laughs, shaking his head with a relieved sigh. 

“Dove, of course I’m not ill. Just a bit of allergies, that’s all.” You turn to look at Remus and Sirius, who echo a chorus of melodramatic groans. A clear sign they’re familiar with the boy’s stubborn denial. “I swear it! Look, look at this!” His hands slither to your underarms, lifting you into the air a couple times and gently setting you down. “Lads, this body is an absolute temple, quidditch season is about to commence and I’m in the best shape possible.” This time, you all groan, having to force your eyes to not completely swivel to the back of your skull at his blinding ego. 

“James, you spent the entirety of last night coughing. You barely slept.” Remus chimes in, running a clean dish towel under cool water and passing it to you. James grabs your wrist once more, cringing away from your attempt to place it on his forehead. 

“Alright, if you’re such a beacon of health, you wouldn’t mind taking a quick trip to the infirmary? This way we can all be sure?” Sirius holds back a grin at his own words. James falters, squirming past you and into the kitchen, grabbing an apple from the bowl from the counter on his way and taking a large bite. Superstitions heavy on his mind as he vehemently shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not, no infirmary.” 

You cross your arms, wry smile overcoming your features. “I didn’t know you were afraid of doctors, Potter.” 

“Am not!” James refuses again, pouting through a mouthful of apple. 

“And so it begins.” Sirius hops over the back of the couch so that he can lay down, arm draping over his eyes in exhaustion.

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“Just let me hold you, I’m dying.” James whines, grabbing at air. He’s an absolute mess, feverish and sweaty with juxtaposing chills. You’ve given him some of Remus’ healing potions, but they only relieve the symptoms temporarily. And, like most medicines, can only be taken in dosages. 

“I’m sorry, love. You know I can’t.” It takes everything in you to ignore his requests, heart aching at his suffering. He groans, rolling over and coughing in the mess that is his sheets. 

Sirius forces a gag, looking for support from Remus who only ignores his immaturity. “I almost miss when they hated each other, Rem. I mean seriously. He’s so lovesick it’s actually unbearable.” 

“Eat-” James falls into a coughing fit, taking a deep breath before croaking out “slugs.” 

“What was that, mate? Couldn’t hear you over the hacking up a lung.” 

“Sirius, not helping.” You scold, waving the teasing boy away. “We have to compromise, James. If you won’t go to the infirmary then you’re on bed rest.” You chide, offering a soft smile when he begins to soften his hazel eyes in hopes you might give in. 

“I’ll be behind in all my classes!” He tries, attempting to rise from his sheets. 

“Exactly why we’ll all be taking notes for you. Make-up homework and all.” Remus adds, waving his quill in hand for emphasis. James settles as you run your hand over his shoulders, frame tense from all the coughing and shivering. 

“And don’t worry, Prongs,” Sirius starts, mischief prevalent in his tone. “Y/n and I will get the group project in transfigurations started. I think we’ll make a pretty good pair in your absence.” He throws an arm over your shoulder, boisterous laugh echoing throughout the bedroom once James lunges, his smug friend shooting him a suggestive wink. You’re in front of him immediately, hands at his chest to cease his attack, rolling your eyes when Sirius jumps behind Remus to hide. 

“He’s only teasing, James. Relax.”

“Not fair! This isn’t fair.” He’s a six foot something child, weak charges finally settling when you press a kiss to each one of his cheeks and then his forehead. He goes for your lips, biting his own when you shake your head. throwing himself onto the mattress in a melodramatic, slightly dazed, tantrum.

“Just leave me, the lot of you.” 

“We’ll be back soon Prongs, promise.” Theres only a defeated grunt muffled by a pillow in response, the three of you slinking out of the dormitory as quietly as possible. You’re the last one headed out the door, prepared to lock it behind you when something catches your eye. Potter leans against the doorway with a deep frown, pitifully clutching a throw blanket around him as he watches you leave. You’re pretty sure your heart breaks in two, because in a second you’re dropping your bags and fitting yourself into his heavy arms. 

“I’m sorry you can’t come, love. We really won’t be long.”

“You’ll update me on everything that happens?”

“Definitely.”

“Even if it’s something small, like Pads spilling his ink or Mcgonagall calling on him when he clearly isn’t paying attention?”

“I promise, Potter. Now please, get some rest. There’s a kettle on the stove if you want any tea later on. And I’ll bring up some broth for you when I come back.” You run a thumb over one of his unkempt brows, tussled from sleep. He takes your hand in his, kissing it’s palm. A deep sigh escaping his lips when you hear the boys calling for you in the distance. You turn to leave, throat tightening at how miserable he looks before halting. His hand tugging on your robes to pull you into his chest. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, long enough to have you melting in his hold. Of course, he’s absolutely aware of what he’s doing. Convincing, but not enough to make you miss any classes.  

“Thank you, so much. For taking care of me. I know I’ve given you a hard time.” He pulls away, running a thumb over your lips as he cradles your jaw, full of sincerity.

“James, you don’t ever have to feel like you need to earn my love.” His brows raise, teasing evident in his expression as you flush. You’ve used the word much too early. And it’s your cue to press a quick peck to his jaw and hurry out the door without another word. 

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“So, you really said it?” Sirius nudges your foot as he whispers, finding way too much amusement in your horror. 

“This is why I shouldn’t confide in you, Pads.” You mutter through clenched teeth, the pair of you smiling at a scornful Mcgonagall, quick to look busy for the configurations professor. 

“What did he say?” 

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I sort of, rushed out the door before he could reply.” You slink into your seat, wanting to hide underneath your robes as Sirius beams. 

“Brilliant.”

“Brilliant? Siri, I’m an idiot!” You’re bewildered at his ecstatic nature, forcing a hushed tone despite your passion. 

“In case you haven’t notice, my love, Prongs is head over heels. Your accidental confession will have him up and at it in no time. With quidditch practices approaching, Gryffindor needs him at his best.” Your jaw drops, astonished with the boy you dare to call your good friend. 

“You can’t seriously be thinking about quidditch right now.”

“I would hope not,” your sharp-faced professor interrupts, tapping the beginnings of a group project in front of you with her wand, “seeing as there’s an assignment that needs to be worked on.”

“Sorry, Professor.” You and Sirius chide weakly, putting your heads down as she continues down the rows of desks. 

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“Honey, we’re home!” Sirius shouts as you enter the dormitory, Remus setting the broth saved from lunch hour on the counter. James exits the bedroom, hair tussled with sleep, but an undeniable grin on his face. He yawns, stretching so tall the hem of his shirt exposes the skin of his stomach. You take a moment to admire the revealed muscle, head ripping away when you see you’ve been caught. 

“Looks like you got some much needed rest.” Remus points out, gathering your shared notes from the day’s classes in one binder. 

“I did,” James starts, hazel eyes trailing over to you with a wry smirk “had a good dream, I guess.” Seems only you pick up on his suggestive tone, as the two other boys snap their heads at you when you choke on your own saliva. 

“Hope you’re not catching what he has, love.” Remus feels your forehead, lips taught in confusion when you feel completely fine.

 “Poor thing does look a little flushed, doesn’t she?” James adds, maneuvering his head to try and meet your eyes. Sheepish expression driving him mad with adoration. 

“Fine, thanks.” Is all you say, surveying the room for nothing in particular before letting out a contented sigh. “Alright, well if you’re feeling better I should probably head over to the library. I gave Lily a raincheck last time, considering I had to leave so unexpectedly.” You throw a look to Sirius, voice drawn in accusation. He ignores this, looking between you and very self-satisfied James inquisitively, sure he’s missed something in this conversation. 

“Leaving so soon, love? Thought you’d stay with me for a bit longer.” Potter sniffles, but you’re sure it’s not as sincere as the symptoms from before. Cheeky bastard. 

“I’ve overstayed my welcome long enough. Lilly will be waiting, anyway.”

“You’re never a bother, you know that,” Remus glares, almost offended at the notion. “Besides, we have potions homework you said you needed help with.”

“Right, so you should definitely meet us there! See you all later.” And with that, you’re out the door as quick as you came. 

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“Merlin, and what did he say back?”

“Nothing, Lills’. I rushed out straight away.” The red-head hums, tapping the feather of her quill to her chin in contemplation. 

“It’s fine, y/n. Potter is totally smitten over you.” Marlene reassures, finishing a potions problem with a satisfied breath. 

“That’s what Sirius said.”

“So, what’s the issue then?”

“It’s still too soon, Lilly. He’s going to think I’m crazy. I’ll scare him off. Besides, I’m not even sure I’m ready to be at that stage with him. This just confuses things.” You frown, brows drawn with stress as the girls nod knowingly. Despite the reassurance of your friends, it’s no doubt this situation complicates things. 

Yet another owl swoops above you, dropping a letter into your lap and landing in the empty chair beside you. Cooing as you run the hook of your finger over the feathers of it’s chest. 

“Oh great, not again.” Lilly jokes, having to muffle her own laugh when a Ravenclaw across the room glares at the lot of your hushed whispers. 

You’re halfway through opening it’s contents before stopping, quirking your head at a beaming Marlene. 

“What has you so smiley?”

“That isn’t Sirius’ owl.” She grins further, looking down and continuing her work instead of elaborating. You chew your bottom lip in thought, finishing with the envelope and gasping as it flutters into the air. In a whimsical, absolutely mortifying display. A mixture of red and pink paper hearts erupt into the air. Fluttering around you and then dissipating. You cover your face with the sleeves of your robes, absolutely flushed. Despite your mortification at the public display of affection, something Potter is well aware you’re not too keen of, your heart flutters. 

Around you, practically every one of your peers swoons. Well aware the charmed love letter is coming from the infamous Gryffindor chaser. All except, of course, the dignified Ravenclaw, who gathers his books in an aggravated stupor and heads to a different section of the library.

“How lovely!” Lily clasps her hands together in pure joy as Marlene beside her, blowing on the remnants of ashes from the over the top display. 

“I’m going to kill him.” Is all you manage, finally looking down at the familiar calligraphy to read it’s contents. 

“If you’re completely flushed, curling in on yourself after opening this, I believe I’ve done my job. Thank you again, for taking care of me. I could live a million lifetimes and not deserve your heart. Love always, James.”

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Bruce tends to have depression days, both minor and major. Everyone knows by now that he hardly opens up and shows the weakest side of him, making sure that his duty and his job help others before helping himself. Yeah he goes to therapy, he tries to keep himself going with the support of others and tries his damned hardest but even the dark knight can't do everything continuously without breaking every once in a while. Yes he has his family, his employees at Wayne Industries and the Justice League but he needs to wind down and stay in bed all day once in a while. And who comes to his aid by hearing him softly say he just needs him? Yep, Clark Kent. Alfred is already used to hearing the familiar knocking on the door so he even gave Clark a copy of the key to the manor whenever he's called by Bruce. Once he gets to the bedroom, Clark already knows that Bruce just needs a good long week of him and Clark only. No one else, just him and Clark. Day one is just Clark arriving with a bag full of a week's worth of clothes and necessities, plopping down onto the bed with Bruce and snuggling him all day. They are total opposites; Bruce's a night owl and Clark's a morning person, one's grumpy in the morning and the other's happy and cheerful, but on a week like this? They're perfect for each other. Day two is spent with the two being Lazy Dads, Clark's kids visiting and also staying over with the batkids while Bruce and Clark take naps together or watch movies/shows on Netflix together. Day three consists mostly of sleep, possible fun times (if you get what I mean *wiggles eyebrows*) and no one else being in the manor. Cause y'know. Yeah you know. Day four and five consists of them cuddling more, napping more and having small talks together. Day six is reading in the garden, going out to eat and sleeping in the library. Day seven is mostly the day Bruce hates the most, cause Clark's leaving but Bruce is feeling better and not so stuck in a rut. He and Clark spend the day together, they eat out and have more possible fun times (*more eyebrow wiggling*) before things go back to normal. Had this week not happen, Bruce would be listening to Lana Del Rey's sad songs while drinking wine and being melodramatic to fit the mood. Cause he's a Wayne and I personally believe every Wayne is dramatic (like Martha and Thomas)

[mightbesmall]

Twisted Tsum-Tsum?!

Genre: Crack

Characters: Tsum.

Warnings: Tsum.

Summary: You wake up in a coffin that got burned, when you step out you see tiny burrito things???

Additional Note: Based of a post I saw on Tumblr.

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It was dark, really dark. You then saw light in the form of pathetic blue flames. You opted to kick the door, freeing yourself from your prison. 

"Now where am I?" You asked yourself looking around. 

"Squeak! Squeeeak!!" What was that annoying squeaking?? You looked left then right and eventually down. There was a weird grey burrito thing with blue-fiery cat ears, blue eyes and a pitch-forked tail.

"What. The. Fuck." 

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After being chased (you walked) to the library by the weird creature, you met another burrito that you just decided to call a Tsum, this one was melodramatic and had that crow theme going on, it also whipped and tied up the grey one you think was called Grim? That was all you could understand from the squeaking. You think you were being lectured but you can't tell.

Now you were in front of some doors that were probably big for the Tsums but you had to crouch to not headbutt the ceiling. 

"SQUEEAAAKK!" Crowley -the crow Tsum- squeaked (that's all he can do tbh).

"Squee, Squeak." Said a red-haired Tsum who looked very polite. Crowley then turned and pointed a stubby paw? leg? at you saying, and I quote: "Squeeak, Squee. Squeaaak." You didn't know what he said but Grim got offended by it. He then pointed at a mirror. Using context clues, you walked up to the mirror.

"Squeak."

Inspiring. You understood that surprisingly.

"[Name]." Cue confused squeaking. You guess they Tsums' didn't understand why you weren't squeaking.

"...Squeak." Wow an ellipsis in bold, Brrr doesn't usually do that! The silence must've been loud then. 

"SQUEEEEEEAAAAKK!!!!" A chorus of annoying squeaking sounded out, was it that big of a deal to not have magic???

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"S-Squeeak!" Grim squeaked, though it sounded more like a wheeze.

”Squeaak.” The upside down Tsum, Lilia you think, floated down onto your table.

“Squeak!” He then exclaimed. You all looked over to the Diasomnia table only to see cute fierce glares being sent you way. You were absentmindedly patting Lilia on the head, he seemed to be enjoying it. Huh, maybe THAT’S why the green one looks like he wants to strangle you!

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"SQUUEEEAAK! SQU-SQUEAAAAAKKK-" You picked up the overblotted Riddle.

"Hey, stop that." You said shaking him slightly as you stomped on the blot incarnate. The others, Ace, Deuce and Cater were clinging to your legs while Trey stood looking at Riddle with worry. Honestly this was probably a serious situation but you just couldn't help the amusement as Riddle nestled into your palms as he slept. 

"Squeak..?" You glanced down at Trey who looked concerned for his friend. You crouched down and patted his head to which he leaned into your touch.

"He's fine Trey, just resting." You have become more fluent in Tsum over the past few days.

When Riddle woke up, you obviously pampered him and he surprisingly didn't swat you away rather he leaned into it, which resulted in a jealous Ace yell-squeaking at Riddle about him apologising as Cater sneakily climbed onto your lap. The cuties.

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”Ruggie stop that snickering!” The little hyena was the one behind the ‘attacks’ and the one who injured Trey! He stuck his tiny tongue out and hopped away.

You strolled after him whilst ADeuce and Grim sped after. Ha suckers.

”Squeeak!” Ruggie said, an insightful conversation but please, there’s a flaming cat that demands tuna all day and you are broke as hell! You need the money dammit!!

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You stomped down on the inky lion whilst holding Leona by the scruff at arms length. You made sure the blot was dead before turning to the overgrown house cat.

"Bad cat. You could've killed Ruggie." You scolded as you held said hyena-Tsum close to your chest. Poor thing almost got turned to sand. He was trembling in your hold as you rubbed his head soothingly.

"Squeaaak." Was the lions lazy, drawled reply though he did sound remorseful. Rugged just looks away with a little squeak. Seems he hasn’t forgiven him yet.

”Well he hasn’t forgiven you Leona but perhaps with some-“ You cut yourself of due to the fact that the lazy lion has wriggled out of your grasp and is now sleeping on your palm.

“Oh you are sooo lucky you are cute.” You sat down on the floor and immediately Ace and Grim started fighting to crawl into your lap. Cater once again beat the lot and snuggled into your thigh, Deuce soon followed and was laying on your other thigh looking up at you. You nodded your head and Deuce cheerfully squeaked and nestled in his spot. 

“You guys are so fucking cute I can’t-“

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”Wow this is a museum?” You said, staring at the underwater Atlantica something. 

“Squeak!” Ace huffed/squeaked. He was still bitter about the sea anemone on his head, which is fair but it was his fault in the first place.

You then heard distant squeaking… and was that… BOSS MUSIC??? Turns out it was just the Leech twins who turned out to not be leeches but moray eels. Interesting but you could still beat them in a fight, your height is the advantage here.

“Squeeak, squeakk!” Floyd was explaining why these guys suck and his Unique Magic. Nice.

”Squeeak.” Jade was kinda disappointed but he was proud how great Floyd’s magic was today.

”SQUEEAK!” Jack yelled, you all then retreated. You could just go in and grab the picture but then you might get tied down by tiny ropes or something, you don’t want to be poked and prodded by tiny spears!

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”Shhh shhh… it’s alright baby!” You cooed at Azul who was crying and overblotting. You once again, stomped on the blot monster in favour of comforting the poor unfortunate Tsum. You could relate to him, you also got shamed for your looks quite a bit (this is Brrr projecting-) so you only want to help the poor baby! You pulled him to your chest and started singing some gibberish, these guys can’t understand it anyways (You also didn’t understand it).

”Hyamanmaa Gyahuhahhh Labadabadeee!” You sounded fucking amazing, The Voice has never seen this much talent before.

Azul calmed down from the crying so you sat down, Cater wasn’t here so Ace saw the perfect opportunity… only to be beaten by Floyd AND DEUCE- 

Floyd napped aggressively peacefully on your shoulder whilst Deuce once again rested on your thigh. Ace was going to loose his fucking mind! Before you patted you other thigh while looking at him, he smirked triumphantly and waddled over… only for Jade to curl up there and Grim take your other shoulder. HE IS GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST LET HIM SLEEP ON THE GIANTS THIGH MY GOD! 

You picked him up by the back of his shirt and put him on your head, Leona and Ruggie then also joined the cuddle pile, pushing Deuce over for room on your thigh. 

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“Ha bye bitch!” You waved Crowley goodbye, he still can’t understand you so he thought you were being nice to your oh so gracious Headmaster. You weren’t.

”Squeak? (Should we tell him?)” Deuce asked. 

“Squee. (No it’s funnier this way.)” Ace responded.

Eventually all the students and faculty, minus you, the ocean mafia and Grim, have left for the holidays.

You made your way back to Ramshackle with Grim after waving bye to your boys to sleep for like 100 years. Briar Rose who?

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”Cmon, stop that.” You once again stomped down another overblot, at this point your legs are getting toned. Jamil was held in your palm, he was wriggling a little trying to escape but of course that was not in question. 

“If you don’t stop moving I will drop you.” He was thrashing now. You held him tighter (not too tight don’t worry) and started patting and stroking his head and spine. He instantly melted into your touch so you guess he had never been pampered or dare I say it… have the baby girl treatment. So you sat down as usual and massaged, patted and cuddled Jamil. He looked a lot better already.

Kalim jumped onto your thigh, peeking up at Jamil asking if he was okay.

”He’s fine Kalim, just sleeping.” You say as you pat his head as well. Floyd and Jade once again snuggled onto your thighs, having to share this time as Kalim was on one already, as Grim took your shoulder and Azul just stood there awkwardly. 

“C’mere Azul!” You say as he slowly hopped over and took his place next to the sun himself, Kalim. 

Adorable, all of them.

[neytirisheaven]

how could i ever compete with that?

warnings: no use of y/n, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of child abuse, strong language

regulus black x fem!slughorn!reader word count: 2k part two of “she’s all i wanna be so bad” (part one)

summary: as you wanted, regulus finally confronts you, but it doesn’t go the way either of you planned

notes: YES I’M ALIVE!!! this is literally so late AND I KNOW YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING and it didn’t go the way i originally planned for it to go but i think i like it a bit better than part one.. reader may be a bit dramatic but i really enjoyed writing this near the end so i hope you all enjoy!! (ps i’m so sorry in advance (and this is slightly proofread so if there are any mistakes i apologize!)) and for me, at least, this will be posted on thanskgiving day, so for all the people who celebrate thanksgiving, think of it as a thanksgiving gift :)

FOR THE PAST few weeks after the incident with Regulus and his new girlfriend, you haven’t spoken to him once. You tried, but he paid you no mind as he was too focused on his brand new girlfriend. He ignored you every day, and all it did was put a sour taste in your mouth. But you couldn’t get rid of the feelings you still had.

Eventually, though, you gave up. You switched seats with Adaléne in Potions, you bribed a boy on the opposite side of the Charms classroom to swap seats with you, and you stopped eating with him during your meals. He barely even noticed.

You spent all your time in the library with your nose stuffed in some type of book, either studying for your upcoming assessments or filling up your free time with the small bit of entertainment you had left after you reluctantly walked out of Regulus’ life. A bit immature and melodramatic, some would say, but it truly pained you to see him with her every second of every day.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small sliver of hope to gain attention from your best friend—or ex-best friend—but you would never admit that. To anyone.

So, instead, you remained quiet in the presence of silence and the thousand of books that surrounded you, as well as a few other students in your year. 

After a while, you stepped outside the library to find a drink and quench your thirst, but your belongings were left sitting on the table. It only took you five minutes. You only stepped in the Great Hall for a minute and grabbed a Goblet. You didn’t notice that Regulus and Adaléne were gone, nor would you have cared even if you did notice. 

You weren’t even gone for that long.

But it was long enough for you to find the two missing people sitting at the table your belongings were at, and it was definitely long enough for them to be kissing shamelessly.

A scowl crossed your lips before you eventually mucked up the courage to walk over to your table and grab your things, preferably unnoticed by the obnoxious couple.

Regulus recognized your heavy footsteps even with his eyes closed and his lips on another girl’s, just as quickly as he recognized your things that lay on the table opposite of their seats.

Your head was a flurry of anger, annoyance, and agony all rolled up into one. You were hurting just as bad as you were when you first found them all those weeks ago in the Slytherin dungeons, and you had no idea how to make it go away. 

Your heart was beating as fast as the pain was shooting through you, your emotional pain translating into physical pain somewhere in your brain—possibly the same place you came up with the brilliant idea to fall for your best friend, who would never, ever, fall in love with you.

You held your breath in and squinted your eyes shut for a few seconds. Looping your arm through your bag and stuffing your borrowed books into its cotton material, you picked up your papers from your earlier classes and walked away. Your head was held high, and your body radiated confidence, but all you were feeling on the inside was dread and pain. Just being around Regulus and being unable to speak to him (mostly due to your own pride and embarrassment) was enough torture to last you years worth of suffering.

The curly-haired boy pulled away from Adaléne’s touch and sighed into her lips. She took it as a content sigh, but he knew what it really meant. While he pretended like he didn’t notice you hastily grabbing your things, everything about you was flooding his senses.

Your perfume overpowered his girlfriend’s by a large margin, even though he was pressed up against her instead of you. Or maybe he was just imagining it because he wished he was with you instead.

The doors to the library shut with a soft echo, signaling that you’d completely left the vicinity.

Adaléne leaned closer to Regulus’ face to resume their kiss, but he dipped his head away and squinted his eyes shut. Letting out a small exhale, he pushed himself off his seat and straightened the collar of his robe, gently pushing his girlfriend back down when she was beginning to stand up. 

“No, no, stay,” he spoke gently despite the strong fire burning behind his eyes. “You need to study. I just have a headache.”

Adaléne furrowed her eyebrows and began to stand up again. “I will take care of you—“

“Ada, I’ll be fine. Focus on your studies.” Regulus pursed a smile and pressed a kiss onto his girlfriend’s forehead before leaving the library. 

Immediately, he heaved the doors open and followed the faint sound of your footsteps, leading him to the dungeons and eventually, the Slytherin common room. You made it to your dorm room before the boy could catch you, so he used the lost time to his advantage and hurried to his own dorm room.

He could finally make it up to you.

And so, with that thought etched into his mind, he grabbed the bookmark that he had so carefully looked over for the past few weeks and held it gently in his hand. 

Pushing his door open, Regulus flattened his robes against his body and briskly walked to your dorm room, rapping his knuckles against the hard surface of your door. After a few seconds and a bit of muffled shuffling behind the thick material of the dorm room walls, you finally opened the door with glossy eyes.

Those same glossy eyes shot open at the mere sight of the dark-haired boy, your hands immediately coming up to your face to wipe away any stray tears that may have fallen without your notice. “Regulus,” you spoke breathlessly, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth. “What are you doing here?”

Before everything that happened, you would have never even thought to ask Regulus what he was doing at your dorm room door. In fact, he wouldn’t even have to knock. He could’ve just walked in wordlessly, and no one would’ve said a thing; not even your roommates (if they were there).

But things change. They did change.

“I—“ he sighed. “I just wanted to drop your bookmark off. I know it’s your favorite one, so you must’ve been looking for it for some time, yeah?”

You tried your hardest to hide the joy that creeped onto your face once you locked eyes with your beloved bookmark, not wanting to show any drastic emotions in front of the boy you used to call your best friend. “Thank you,” you muttered, taking the green ribbon from the boy’s hands. “Was that all you came here for?”

You could see different waves of emotion wash up on Regulus’ face, holding back the comments that were building up inside of you. 

Eventually, he spoke with great reluctance, “No. I actually wanted to talk to you about some things, if that’s alright with you.” 

Pursing your lips and contemplating how detrimental this would be to your relationship, you ultimately nodded your head and swung the door open a bit more, allowing him into the dormitory with a hesitant expression. 

You both sat on the edge of your bed, your posture perfect and proper, sitting as if you were a robot. You were clearly on edge, and your body language said everything. It made Regulus all the more uneasy, seeing your uncomfortable stiffness fill the room with even more tension than before. All he wished was for you to flop on the bed with a relaxed smile, to go back to when you trusted each other with your lives.

“So,” you began, “what did you want to talk about?”

The boy remained silent for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. It felt like everything was slipping just off the tip of his tongue. “I don’t really know how to say this,” he trailed off. “I, uhm, don’t think Adaléne’s the right girl for me.” He wrung his hands together, a nervous habit he’d been attached to since you were both small children.

A strained laugh slipped past your lips. “I don’t understand what this has to do with me, Regulus. I’m sorry to hear that, but I don’t know what you expect me to do.”

“There is a girl that’s right for me, and I know it,” he began, locking eyes with you. 

You frowned. You knew where this was going, and you didn’t want it to happen. “This has nothing to do with me. I don’t know why you’re telling me this.”

“You do know why I’m telling you this.”

“No, I really don’t!”

“Yes, you do!” He was beginning to become impatient, and you could tell by his voice.

“I don’t!” You bit back in a frustrated tone.

And then, he finally snapped. “I love you! I don’t love Adaléne, I never did! I don’t want her, I want you! I need you!”

His outburst caused a domino reaction, immediately unlocking a new level of rage you didn’t know you had inside you. “You ‘need me’?” You laughed humorlessly. “Is this a joke?”

Regulus’ face immediately fell, “No, it’s not a joke! I would never joke about this—“

“You don’t get to throw away the years we had for a new girl and then expect me to take you in when you come crawling back and tell me that you ‘don’t want her’. I’m not a fucking second choice, Regulus!” You spat, anger bubbling inside you. “You didn’t even try to talk to me or come find me! You just ran off with her because she was your newest toy to play with! You didn’t even notice how I kept trying to keep contact with you! I waited and waited for you to come back and apologize, to tell me that you were sorry for ignoring me! But you didn’t.”

The boy stuttered, shocked by your sudden burst of anger, “I—look—I’m—I’m sorry, I really am.”

“‘Sorry’? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t mean anything! You can say sorry for the shit you did, but it’s not going to fix a thing! You replaced me with the snap of your finger, Regulus! I’ve loved you since we were eleven, and you didn’t even hesitate to leave me for some girl you’d just met!” Tears streamed down your face, but you could’ve given less fucks. “Why was she so much better, huh? What did she have that I didn’t? What did she do that was so much better than everything I did?”

Regulus was left speechless.

“Do you even know what I’ve done for you? Do you even care for the things I’ve done? Do you?” You harshly pushed your hands against the boy’s chest, causing him to lean backwards and fall onto the post of your bed. “Whenever your parents tortured you, I was the one that was there for you! When your father was drunk off his arse every night, and your mother sided with him, I helped you! When Sirius left you all alone with your parents, I stayed with you that whole night! When you came to me with a black eye and bruises all over your body, I tended to you! It was me! Not Adaléne! Me! It was always me!”

Your cheeks were flushed, your chest heaving from the pained speech that you practically screamed out. Tear stains ran down your cheeks and your chin, your makeup now effectively ruined. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before speaking through gritted teeth, “So don’t tell me you ‘love’ me. Because we both know that’s a lie. Now, please, get out of my dorm.”

Regulus knew there was no point in arguing. He ruined your friendship, your relationship, and there was no going back from that. 

So, with a heavy heart, he slowly pushed himself off your bed. He thought twice to ask you if you could still be friends after all this, but only a fool would think such an instance would be possible.

And after one last glance at your broken figure, he walked out of your dorm room, closed the door, and pretended he couldn’t hear the violent sobs that racked your body from the unbearable pain only he could have caused you. 

tags: @thatonegayloser616

[silentxsymphony]

Trick or treat💕💕💕💕💕🎃 🎃

A Mobius headcanon for you!! I’ve always thought that Mobius would be a lover of romance novels once he discovered what they were. He’s such a sweet soul and so empathetic that I think a happily ever after would appeal to him 🥹 And they’re a sweet little feel good treat, just like his beloved key lime pie and Josta. Here’s a snippet from the 5 + 1 fic I wrote about Loki sharing life’s little indulgences with Mobius 💚

As a lover of stories, Loki had taken to collecting various novels during their forays across different timelines. Despite their lack of magic, mortals really could be most imaginative. He started a small library on one of the quaint shelves of Mobius’ apartment not long after he moved in. Before long, Mobius had started pocketing some novels himself. But instead of the hefty, leather-bound volumes Loki seemed to favor, Mobius often wound up with flimsy paperbacks tucked into the inner pockets of his jacket. Loki would gently tease him for his fondness for the melodramatic, romantic Earth novels he would often catch him reading in the evenings. “You and I have both visited the so-called Midgardian ‘Regency era,’ and I think we can agree that the happy endings of these amorous depictions are not realistic, particularly between two male-presenting individuals given the overall homophobic nature of the time.” Mobius’ cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. “Yes, well,” he began, clearing his throat in an attempt to bide time as he considered what it was that drew him into these novels that he’d taken to smuggling from various Earth timelines. “I know they’re silly and not at all realistic, but I like knowing that they’ll end happily. It’s comforting.” Loki’s gaze softened at the words, and he couldn’t help but consider the distinct lack of comfort Mobius had been afforded during his indeterminable existence thinking he was nothing more than a cog in the great wheel of the TVA. “You hopeless romantic,” he whispered and ran his fingers through his lover’s hair and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. He stepped away only long enough to pull a plush blanket from the closet before curling up next to Mobius and covering them both with it. “Read the next chapter to me?” Loki murmured with a smile.

[wisteria-cherry]

in which you have an argument, but you’re not sure what to do

“i can’t believe you! peter, that was personal!” you groan, dragging a hand down your face.

“i’m sorry, okay?”

“some apology!”

“how was i supposed to know?” peter frowned.

“it’s not exactly something you want go around telling everybody!” you snap.

“it was james too!”

“and i’m pissed off at him, too!” you exclaim. “why is it so hard to keep a secret, merlin!” you whirl around on your heel, storming off. your destination: the library, where sirius and remus, the less problematic marauders, were studying. by studying, of course, you meant that remus was trying to tutor sirius but sirius (ironically) didn’t take anything seriously.

you storm into the library, making a beeline for the two boys. you’re about ten feet away when you stop. you just had an argument. you’re mad at two of their best mates. and you’re coming to them for support? would they support you? they’d take the side of their closer friends.

sirius looked up and broke into a grin.

“hey, over here, love!” he called, waving you over. remus looked up and made eye contact with you before frowning. he could tell something was up.

you turn away. you don’t want to cause a rift in their friend group— your friend group. and you definitely didn’t want to cause any more drama that already ensued in the day to day life of the marauders— sirius being melodramatic, james pining for lily, peter insisting he do everything james does. at least remus wasn’t dramatic.

you make your way to the gryffindor common room, where you plopped down in your favorite seat— the loveseat in the corner by the fire. it was the comfiest spot there, but people never really used it because it was somewhat isolated from the rest. you take a book from the side table and begin to read, not seeing what else you could possibly do. reading was relaxing, anyway, so it helped you get a hold on your anger.

the book was fascinating. it took a deep dive into the science and magic behind wand making, how each material and each creature contributed so much to the very makings of the wand and why was sirius there.

“sirius.” you look up. “what brings you here?”

“i oughta ask the same.” sirius set his hands on his hips, pouting. “i can’t believe you just looked at us and left! we aren’t that bad, you know.”

“oh.” you look back to your book, trying to figure out what to say and half hoping the book would help. however, it turned out you didn’t need to. sirius flopped down on the couch, his legs spread and one of his arms resting on the back of the couch. one slip and it’d be around your shoulders.

“well?” sirius pressed.

“huh?”

“aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“nothing. nothing’s wrong.” you answer, perhaps a bit too quickly as you return to your book.

“i know i look it, but i’m not stupid, lovely.” sirius raised an eyebrow. “and you’re not as good a liar as you think.” your shoulders fall from their tense state, defeated.

“i got in an argument.” you admit. “with peter. and kind of james.”

“kind of james?” sirius snickered. “how’s that work?”

“it was regarding him. and stuff he said.” you shrug. sirius lets his arm drop onto your shoulders, something all but uncommon in your friendship. “you know that… thing i told you all?”

“the secret thing?”

“see, you get it’s a secret!” you exclaim. “but… peter and james didn’t. they told people. everyone.”

“now that’s not fair.” sirius hummed, nudging you closer. you didn’t fight it.

“it wasn’t even that significant, though.” you bite down on your lip, feeling it tremble. oh, merlin. you were gonna cry. please, you begged whatever higher power was out there, don’t cry. not in front of sirius. but you couldn’t deny the tears that were welling up.

“oi. darling, hey.” sirius frowned, before pulling you even closer into a hug that you didn’t dare protest. you were practically in his lap. “c’mere, princess.”

“i was horrid.” you tried to say without sputtering. tears were already running down your cheeks, but never made it to your chin because sirius’ shirt soaked them up. “i was shouting at peter, i—“ you hiccuped, trying to stop crying but failing miserably. you instead chose to grip sirius’ shirt that you already felt guilty for soiling. sirius listened intently in a rare moment of him being quiet.

“peter was just doing what james did. he always does that, it’s just how peter is.” you muttered as sirius ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“mm, he does do that,” sirius agreed.

“and it’s not james’ fault either. it’s not his fault i never said it was a secret. i should’ve. he talks, i know he talks.” you ramble as sirius did his best to calm you down. it was working. in roughly fifteen minutes, you were simply laying in sirius’ arms, not bothering to try and explain what was wrong.

“feeling any better?” sirius asked as he felt your breathing go back to normal. you look up at him, wiping away the last of your tears as you nod.

“yeah. sorry about that.” you mumble. sirius only smirked.

“sorry? love, i just got to hold you in my arms, kiss the top of your head, and feel your hair, and you didn’t even hit me. in fact, you held me, too.” sirius informed you, shit-eating grin on maximum smugness. you instantly revert back to your normal self, shoving him away.

“you git!” you exclaim. “i can’t believe you!”

“after all this time?” sirius grinned. “wow, i thought you knew me, darling.”

“don’t ‘darling’ me!” you huff. “merlin, you’re incorrigible.”

“you love me.”

“no more than the rest of you lot.”

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

The undeniable urge to melodramatically push open the big wooden double doors they have at my local library branch and triumphantly, but wearily, make a sexy entrance…

(I’m no Aragorn, son of Arathorn, obviously. But I am capturing the spirit of his vibe by showing up looking more than a little disheveled and sporting an attitude that says “I just clawed my way back from death to be here.”)