#my friend told me they look like a dragon's fan club

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The Draconic | 18+ (Modern AU Aegon Targaryen x Y/N)

When you’re in London, The Draconic is the place to be. It’s only the hottest club in town, where the drinks are as fiery as the dragons they’re named after, owned by Aegon Targaryen, the self-proclaimed nightlife king. Enter Y/N, Helaena’s best friend, who somehow finds herself tagging along, knowing Helaena’s outings usually end with a story worth telling (or hiding).

TW // Explicit sexual content, profanities, rough sex, mild BDSM elements, substance use (alcohol), smoking.

The Draconic exudes an air of mystery and exclusivity, with its grand entrance flanked by imposing dragon sculptures and the soft glow of green and gold lights illuminating the facade.

Inside, sultry Bossa Nova music drifts through the air, mingling with the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses. The main lounge is a spectacle of emerald and gold hues, with plush velvet seating and marble floors adorned with dragon motifs. Crystal chandeliers cast a shimmering light over the scene, creating an almost otherworldly ambiance.

At the center of the revelry, basking in the attention, stands Aegon Targaryen. He is every bit the king of this lavish domain, exuding confidence and charm as he mingles with the elite guests. His presence is magnetic, drawing eyes and whispers as he moves through the room, a glass of the finest bourbon in hand.

Y/N stood at the entrance of The Draconic, her eyes wide with awe as she took in the grandeur of the club. “Fuck me, this place is something else, Hel,” she muttered, her voice dripping with astonishment.

Helaena, with a cheeky grin, looped her arm through Y/N’s. “Told you, love. My brother couldn’t do subtle if it slapped him in the face.”

Y/N grinned. “Just promise me we won't end up in the tabloids... again.”

Helaena laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, darling, wherever Aegon goes, the cameras follow. It's like he's got his own bloody paparazzi fan club.”

Y/N snorted. “And it doesn’t help that your brother goes through London socialites faster than toilet paper in a public loo.”

Helaena rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Last week, he was dating some heiress named Daphne. This week, it’s a Russian model called Tatiana. Next week, who knows? Perhaps the prime minister’s daughter.”

They made their way inside, the sultry Bossa Nova music wrapping around them like a velvet cloak. The air was perfumed with the scent of expensive cologne and the subtle, smoky undertone of fine cigars. As they passed through the grand foyer, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the dragon sculptures and the exquisite marble flooring.

“No phones allowed, remember,” Helaena reminded her, handing over their devices to the stern-looking security guard.

They entered the main lounge, and Y/N felt as if she'd stepped into another world. Patrons lounged on emerald green velvet seats, their conversations low and conspiratorial. The bar, a stunning creation of green onyx and gold, was the centerpiece of the room, with bartenders expertly mixing drinks for the elite clientele.

“There he is,” Helaena said, nudging Y/N. “Aegon.”

At the heart of the room, Aegon Targaryen commanded the space. His silver hair was slicked back, and his suit was tailored to perfection. He exuded an effortless charm, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he entertained his guests. The golden dragon pin on his lapel caught the light, a symbol of his dominion over this lavish playground.

“Come now, let's go say hi,” Helaena urged, dragging Y/N through the throng of people.

As they approached, Aegon’s eyes flicked towards them, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his face. “Sister! And this must be…?” he inquired, his voice smooth and welcoming, yet laced with a hint of something darker.

Y/N steeled herself, trying to exude confidence. “Y/N,” she introduced herself, noting that up close, Aegon was even more striking—his silver hair and lilac eyes giving him an almost ethereal allure.

“Ah, so this is the Y/N I’ve heard so much about,” Aegon said with a chuckle, his eyes lingering on her.

Helaena shot him a playful but warning glare. “Stop flirting with my best friend, Aegon. Go find another prey,” she quipped, though there was an edge to her tone that suggested she meant it.

Aegon chuckled lowly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I was merely admiring,” he said, his voice dripping with insincere innocence.

Helaena stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed Y/N's arm, dragging her toward the bar. “Come on, let’s get you something to drink.”

She ordered two Dragon Blood cocktails, which arrived looking unnervingly realistic, the deep red liquid swirling ominously in the glass.

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes boring into the back of her head. She took a sip of her drink, trying to ignore the unease. But she had a pretty good guess as to who was responsible for the intense gaze.

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Y/N and Helaena were well into their cups, each clutching a glass of Dark Sister cocktail. The liquid inside was an enchanting, a sinister shade of dark red almost purple, flecked with silver specks that swirled hypnotically. The taste was a heady mix of pomegranate and absinthe, with a smoky undertone that left a tantalizing burn in its wake.

Surrounded by a veritable graveyard of empty glasses—was this their eighth drink? Eleventh? They’d lost count hours ago—the two friends were deep in a rambling conversation about Helaena’s eccentric family.

“I mean, can you believe it?” Helaena slurred, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. “Mum's dating Rhaenyra.”

Y/N nearly choked. “Rhaenyra? As in, your half-sister Rhaenyra? The one who also has kids with your uncle Daemon?”

Helaena giggled, nodding vigorously. “Tell me about it. Every time I turn around, there's another plot twist. Yes, that one! So now, technically, my mum is dating my half-sister. It’s like our family tree is a vine, just tangling and looping all over the place.”

Y/N burst into laughter, almost spilling her drink. “That’s bloody brilliant. Do they make you call her mum or sis?”

Helaena cackled, nearly tipping off her stool. “Oh, gods, it’s even worse. Mum’s taken to calling her Nyra in that sickeningly sweet voice. And don't get me started on the kids—Joffrey, my little nephew, is fucking confused on how to address Alicent, bless him.”

Y/N was in stitches, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t even—imagine the Christmas dinners!”

Helaena grinned, raising her glass. “Here’s to family. Because who needs enemies when you’ve got relatives like mine?”

They clinked their glasses, the liquid inside shimmering under the club's lights. Y/N leaned in conspiratorially. “So, what’s the deal with Aemond? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

Helaena chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, Aemond. He’s gone completely off the grid. Last I heard, he was up north in Stromness. When I spoke to him, he was convinced he’d found evidence of a kraken. Sent me a photo of some squiggly line in the water and everything.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he a marine biologist or something?”

Helaena nodded, her grin widening. “Yeah, that’s the one. But he’s got this bizarre obsession with mythical creatures.”

Y/N laughed, this time spilling almost half of her drink. “Does he have a little notebook for his ‘discoveries’ too?”

Helaena snorted. “Oh, he’s got notebooks, alright. Filled with sketches of ‘sightings’ and elaborate plans to capture a sea serpent. We’re talking full-on mad scientist vibes.”

Y/N could hardly contain her amusement. “I can just picture him, all serious, scanning the horizon for a glimpse of a mythical beast. Does he ever actually do any real marine biology work?”

Helaena took another sip of her drink. “He does, but only when he’s not busy chasing legends. Last Christmas, he gave us all ‘Unseelie Repellent Spray.’ It was just water in a fancy bottle, but he was dead serious about it.”

Y/N shook her head in amusement. “Your family is a goldmine of entertainment, Hel. I don’t know how you keep up with it.”

Helaena shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “It’s either laugh or cry, and I’d much rather laugh.

Suddenly, Helaena felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Oscar Tully standing there, his red, curly hair as wild as ever. His boyish face was littered with freckles, and he wore his signature lopsided grin.

“Oscar!” Helaena exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

“Hel!” Oscar replied, matching her enthusiasm.

The breakup had been mutual, and they’d managed to stay on good terms. They launched into small talk, catching up on life since they last saw each other.

“So, how’s the trout farm going?” Helaena asked.

Oscar rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Swimmingly, thanks for asking. Someone’s got to keep the world supplied.”

Y/N watched the exchange with amusement.

Oscar turned to her with a grin. “Mind if I steal Hel away for a bit? I promise to return her in one piece.”

Y/N waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, by all means, take her.”

He offered his arm to Helaena with a playful bow. “Milady?”

Helaena rolled her eyes but took his arm. As Y/N watched them blend into the crowd, she decided she’d had enough alcohol for one night. She could bet everything she had that Helaena would come back as drunk as George IV.

Standing up, she stumbled a bit and decided to find a quieter place to collect her thoughts. She remembered spotting some private booths earlier, each with high-backed, gold-trimmed seats and curtains that could be drawn for privacy. Each booth had a unique dragon nameplate.

She randomly picked one marked “Sunfyre,” thinking it would be empty.

To her shock, inside she found Aegon reclined luxuriously on the plush seat, his suit jacket discarded and shirt unbuttoned. The stunning brunette was on her knees between his legs, her head bobbing rhythmically as she performed the act with evident expertise. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and Aegon’s hand was entangled in her locks, guiding her movements with a mixture of roughness and intensity.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she took in the scene, her breath catching in her throat. The woman’s lips glistened as they slid up and down Aegon’s cock, her hands working in tandem to heighten his pleasure. The air was thick with the sounds of their illicit encounter—the soft, wet noises of the brunette’s efforts and Aegon’s low, guttural groans of satisfaction.

His eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the booth, lost in the sensations. His grip on the brunette’s hair tightened as he pulled her closer, his hips thrusting slightly in response. But then, as if sensing the intrusion, he opened his eyes and locked onto Y/N’s stunned gaze.

For a moment, neither moved. Y/N stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, unable to tear her eyes away from the intimate scene. Aegon’s expression shifted from pleasure to surprise.

Before he could say anything, Y/N snapped out of her stupor, spinning on her heel and practically fleeing from the booth. Her mind raced, the vivid image of Aegon seared into her memory. She needed a drink—something strong—to process what she had just witnessed. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for where it was heading.

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Y/N ordered two of the strongest cocktails served at the bar. The bartender, with a knowing smile, brought her a pair of Death by Flames. She downed the first in one go, feeling the intense heat and smoky flavors hit her like a fiery wave, but realized nothing could erase the image of Aegon from her mind.

“Motherfucker,” she muttered, cursing at herself. “Why do I always have the shittiest luck in the entire country?”

Cursing under her breath, she berated herself and her rotten luck. With frustration bubbling up, she decided to make a beeline for the loo, hoping that a splash of cold water might help clear her head.

Y/N stumbled into the bathroom, taking in the dragon-shaped faucets and sinks made of green marble. Gold accents and dragon motifs were everywhere, maintaining the club’s theme. Soft, ambient lighting in shades of green and gold created a warm, inviting atmosphere, with hidden LED strips along the walls and floor adding subtle highlights that enhanced the overall ambiance without overpowering the space.

She splashed her face repeatedly with water, each splash accompanied by a string of colorful profanities. “Bloody hell, piss off, for fuck's sake!”

She glanced at her reflection, seeing the crazed look and blown pupils. “Great, now I look like I’m the one who just gave someone else a fucking blowjob,” she groaned.

She fumbled with her bag, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, hoping to calm her frayed nerves. As she lit up and took a deep drag, she caught her reflection again and decided it was time for a monologue, just to vent her frustration.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s have a little chat. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Did you honestly believe you’d find a quiet spot in a place called The Draconic? Clearly, you’ve lost the plot.”

She took another drag, pacing back and forth. “Oh, sure, let’s follow Helaena. What could possibly go wrong? Well, let me tell you, everything. First, you walk in on Aegon, the living embodiment of a Greek god getting a blow job from a woman who probably just stepped out of a lingerie commercial. And you? You're standing here, looking like you've just crawled out of a bloody coal mine. Fabulous.”

She paused, flicking ash into the sink. “Why, oh why, did I think coming to this club was a good idea? I’ve got Helaena’s ex chatting her up, and me, well, I’m left with the delightful mental image of Aegon’s magnificent cock. Just brilliant. What’s next? Is the bloody Kraken going to pop out of the toilet?”

Taking one last drag of her cigarette, she flicked it into the dragon-shaped ashtray with a flourish. “Right, Y/N. Time to pull yourself together, go back out there, and pretend you didn’t just have the most insane moment of your life. Maybe I’ll even find Helaena and we can laugh about this... in about ten years.”

With that, she took a deep breath, splashed her face one last time for good measure, and steeled herself.

It seemed the gods were laughing at her existence because Aegon is leaning casually against the wall outside, a cigarette dangling from his lips and that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

“Why’d you leave, love? I was about to ask you to join,” he said cheekily.

“Fuck off, Aegon,” she muttered quietly, trying to sidestep him and avoid further embarrassment.

But Aegon moved to block her only path back to the main area. He stood there effectively cornering her.

“Come on, don't be like that,” Aegon teased, leaning closer. “It was just a bit of fun.”

Y/N glared at him, her nerves fraying even more. “Your idea of fun is a bloody nightmare for everyone else.”

Aegon chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Oh, you wound me, beautiful. Can’t a man enjoy a bit of company in peace?”

Y/N sighed, looking at him with exasperation. “Look, I didn’t mean to walk in on you. It was pure accident.”

Aegon shrugged it off nonchalantly. “No need for apologies. But did you at least enjoy the show?”

Y/N’s cheeks reddened, her breaths coming raggedly. “I’ve seen better,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Aegon looked at her, unimpressed, clearly not believing her. He took the cigarette from his lips and held it to her mouth so she could take a drag. She hesitated but then took a deep pull, the smoke burning her throat, but the distraction was welcome.

“So, where’s Helaena?” he asked, taking the cigarette back.

“She was whisked away by Oscar and hasn’t been seen since,” Y/N explained, still trying to compose herself.

Aegon raised an eyebrow. “Oscar, huh? Well, that explains a lot. Guess it’s just you and me then.”

Y/N sighed, feeling the massive amount of alcohol she had consumed catching up to her. Her head was starting to pound. “Can I have some water?” she asked, her voice a bit shaky.

Aegon’s smirk softened slightly, and he nodded. “Of course, love.” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her gently toward his private office.

The office was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, a sanctuary of dark leather and polished wood. Aegon motioned for her to sit on a leather sofa as he poured a glass of water from a crystal decanter.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the glass. “Drink up.”

Y/N took the glass gratefully, drinking deeply, the cool water soothing her parched throat and clearing her head slightly. She glanced around the office, noting the various dragon-themed decorations.

“Thanks,” she said, setting the empty glass down on a nearby table.

Aegon leaned against his desk, watching her with amusement and. “Feeling better?”

“A bit,” she admitted, rubbing her temples. “This night has been... a lot.”

Aegon chuckled. “Welcome to The Draconic. It’s never boring, that’s for sure.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, despite everything. “You can say that again.”

Aegon’s grin widened. “Believe it or not, this is one of the tamer nights.”

Trying to be smooth, Y/N asked, “So, where’s your… friend or companion or whatever?”

Aegon shrugged nonchalantly. “Don’t know, don’t care,” he said, his grin turning slightly wicked.

Y/N bit her lip, trying hard to hide the growing wetness between her thighs as she watched him. There was something undeniably magnetic about Aegon, and despite her better judgment, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

“Must be nice, having that kind of freedom,” she said, her voice a bit huskier than intended.

Aegon’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. “It has its perks,” he replied, his voice low.

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, the tension between them thickening. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Well, thanks for the water. I should probably get back to Helaena.”

Aegon pushed himself off the desk and stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Sure you don’t want to stick around a bit longer? I can be very entertaining.” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. “Besides, Helaena is probably also occupied.”

He began to circle around her like a serpent, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N shivered, feeling the intensity of his gaze and the heat of his proximity. The room seemed to close in around them.

Y/N breathed out quietly, her voice shaking. “I’m Helaena’s friend,” she said, more to convince herself than anyone else. “I shouldn’t be doing anything with her brother.”

Aegon put a hand under her chin, his finger tracing her lips as he whispered, “She doesn’t have to know.”

Y/N moved forward, their lips now almost touching. She could feel his breath, warm and intoxicating, mingling with hers. Her fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, feeling the softness against her skin.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, the words more for her own reassurance.

“As you say, love,” Aegon whispered back, his voice a seductive purr.

In an instant, they clashed into each other, their lips meeting in a rough, demanding kiss that felt like they were devouring each other. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in a moment of dangerous excitement. Their hands moved frantically, tugging at each other’s clothes with a desperate urgency. Y/N felt Aegon’s hands at her back, unzipping her dress, while she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, their mouths never breaking contact.

“Oh, God, Aegon,” she gasped between kisses, feeling his hands on her skin, the heat of his touch igniting something deep within her.

“Y/N,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

The kiss deepened, becoming almost primal, as if they were trying to consume each other completely. Y/N’s dress fell to the floor, and she felt the cool air against her skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating between them. Aegon’s shirt joined her dress on the ground, followed by his belt and trousers. Her hands roamed over his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath, as his fingers traced the curves of her body.

“Fuck,” Aegon muttered, his lips trailing down her neck, “you’re fit.”

Y/N gasped as his mouth moved lower, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive hunger. He kissed a path down her body, his breath hot against her skin. She shivered, feeling the intense pull of desire.

“Stop,” she managed to say, though her protest was weak. “You’re leaving marks.”

“Good,” Aegon murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want everyone to know you’re mine tonight.”

Y/N shuddered as his mouth found her clit, his tongue teasing and sucking with expert precision. Her hands tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Aegon was relentless, his hunger evident in every movement.

“You arrogant bastard,” she gasped, her body betraying her as pleasure surged through her.

Aegon chuckled, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive spot. “So wet, darling, all for me, huh?” he taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

His fingers joined the assault, thrusting inside her with a rhythm that had her seeing stars. Aegon was a god at this, his fingers curling just right while his tongue continued its relentless teasing. Y/N’s mewls turned into desperate cries, her body trembling under his assault.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured against her clit, his tone a mix of degradation and praise. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.”

Her body arched, her hips moving instinctively to meet his fingers, the intensity of his touch driving her wild. “Aegon, please,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.

“Begging already?” he smirked, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “Look at you, falling apart just for me.”

Y/N’s vision blurred, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was so close, the sensations overwhelming her. His mouth never let up, his tongue a constant source of exquisite torture.

“Come on, love,” he urged, his voice husky with desire. “Let go for me.”

With a final, intense suck and a twist of his fingers, Y/N’s world shattered. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she squirted hard, her juices soaking Aegon’s hand and mouth.

“Shit, love,” Aegon groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her. “That’s fucking hot.”

He didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm with gentle licks and caresses. Y/N’s body trembled, her mind barely able to process the overwhelming pleasure.

As the waves of her climax slowly subsided, she collapsed back, breathless and spent. Aegon moved up, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss.

“I could watch you come like that all night.”

Y/N could only nod weakly, her body still trembling, as she tried to catch her breath.

Aegon began pumping his cock, his hand moving in smooth, practiced strokes. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip, his veins throbbing with need. He sat down and guided her to straddle him. As she settled on top of him, Y/N noticed a strategically placed mirror, reflecting their entwined bodies clearly.

Aegon’s eyes darkened with a primal hunger. “Ride me, love,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

Y/N positioned herself over him, her hands on his shoulders for balance, and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. The sensation was intense, both of them groaning as he filled her completely. She began to move, bouncing expertly, the squelching sounds echoing in the room.

“Fuck, you ride like a slut,” Aegon taunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “So wet and desperate for me.”

Her eyes caught the mirror again, watching as she rode him with wild abandon. The sight was incredibly arousing. Aegon’s fingers wrapped around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his grip tightening slightly. “You like being fucked like this.”

Y/N’s moans were half-choked, her eyes rolling back as the pressure on her throat intensified the pleasure. “Yes,” she gasped out, her voice strained. “I love it.”

Aegon’s eyes were locked on where their bodies met, watching as her cream formed a white ring at the base of his cock. “Look at that,” he said as he tuts at her. “You’re making such a mess, love.”

Y/N’s body responded to his words, her movements becoming more frantic. She was riding him hard, her nails digging into his backs, leaving marks of her own.

Aegon groaned, his grip tightening as he felt her walls clench around him. “That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Just like that.”

“Aegon, I’m so close,” she moaned, her body trembling with the impending climax.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice full of raw desire. “I want to feel you.”

With a final, desperate bounce, Y/N’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she squirted again, much to Aegon’s delight. He watched with a mixture of pride and lust as she trembled above him. His own release followed closely, exploding inside her and painting her insides with his cum.

The room reeked of sex, the intense scent of their passion filling the air. Aegon held her close, their bodies still entwined, his hands moving gently over her back as he rubbed her hair, soothing the aftermath. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, gradually slowing down.

Y/N’s pussy was overstimulated, every slight movement sending tremors through her body. She trembled uncontrollably, her muscles twitching with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.

Aegon held her close, his voice a soothing whisper in her ear. “You did so well for me, darling,” he murmured, his tone filled with both admiration and tenderness.

He shifted slightly, still inside her, causing her to gasp as another wave of sensation coursed through her. “Fuck, love,” he continued, his breath hot against her ear. “How am I supposed to not crave your cunt after this?”

Y/N could only manage a weak smile, her body still recovering from the overwhelming pleasure. She leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his arms.

Aegon’s fingers continued to trace soothing patterns on her skin, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”

They shared a tender kiss, a huge contrast to what had just transpired. Aegon’s lips were soft and gentle, offering a moment of intimacy that grounded them both.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, standing up carefully. He retrieved a warm, clean towel and returned to her side, gently cleaning the insides of her thighs. Y/N watched him fondly, her heart warming at the unexpected tenderness.

“What a gentleman,” she teased, her voice light with amusement.

Aegon winked at her. “Don’t tell anyone.”

After cleaning her up, he poured her a glass of cold water. “Drink up,” he said, handing it to her. “You need to stay hydrated.”

Y/N took the glass, sipping gratefully, still watching him with a smile. He then grabbed a spare shirt from a nearby drawer and slipped it over her head, his fingers lingering as he admired how it looked on her. The shirt was oversized, hanging loosely on her frame, but Aegon seemed to like it that way.

“Acting like a doting boyfriend now, are we?” Y/N teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Aegon smirked, adjusting the shirt on her shoulders. “I knew this shirt would look fantastic on you, and I was right.”

“Oh? Well, in that case, I might as well keep it then.”

Aegon chuckled. “You’ll have to earn it, love.”

She grinned, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Consider it a down payment.”

Aegon laughed, pulling her closer. “You drive a hard bargain.”

Y/N laughed along with him, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the afterglow of their encounter. “I’ll take my chances.”

Aegon grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Y/N kissed him deeply, their lips melding with a renewed passion. His hands found their way to her arse, gripping it firmly as he pulled her closer.

But then the door flew open, and Helaena stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. “Oh great, I’m forever traumatized,” she exclaimed, a scandalized gasp escaping her lips.

The evidence of their encounter was plain as day. The whole room reeked of sex, and there were suspicious liquid remains on the floor.

“Really? In my brother’s office?” Helaena berated, her hands on her hips.

Y/N’s face turned crimson, and she tried to hide her face in Aegon’s shoulder, mortified. Aegon, however, was laughing shamelessly.

“Oh, come on, Hel,” Aegon said. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Helaena’s eyes narrowed as she glared at both of them. “Dramatic? The room smells like a brothel, and I just walked in on my brother groping my best friend!”

“You do have impeccable timing,” Aegon managed to say between laughs.

Y/N peeked out from behind Aegon, still embarrassed. “I… I can explain?”

Helaena rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please don’t. I think the evidence speaks for itself.”

Aegon grinned, pulling Y/N closer. “Come on, Hel. You know you love us.”

Helaena shook her head, unable to suppress a smile despite her mock indignation. “You two are disgusting. Just… clean up after yourselves, will you?”

Y/N nodded vigorously, still trying to hide her face. “We will, promise.”

As Helaena left, muttering about needing eye bleach, Aegon and Y/N burst into laughter. Y/N shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “I guess I’m keeping this shirt after all.”

“Damn right you are,” Aegon said with a smile. He paused, looking at her thoughtfully. “So, when are you free?”

Y/N blinked, confused. “Free for what?”

Aegon rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m taking you out on a date, woman.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “A date? After all this?”

Aegon grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Course, You’ve already seen the worst of me. Now please let me try to impress you properly.”

Y/N pretended to ponder this, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, let me think about it. I mean, you did just make a mess of the place, and you have a habit of getting caught in compromising positions...”

Aegon chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Oh, come on. You know you want to. Besides, how many people can say they had their first date after walking in on said person mid-blowjob?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, you’ve got a point there.”

She gave him a mock-serious look. “Okay, 5 PM next Friday, Targaryen. Don’t be late.”

Aegon pumps his fist in celebration. “I’ll be there on the dot, love. You just wait.”

“You know,” she said, looking up at him, “this has to be the strangest way I’ve ever agreed to a date.”

Aegon grinned. “Well, I’m nothing if not memorable.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. “That you are.”

She took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped back from him. “I should go find Helaena and do some damage control before she decides to disown both of us.”

Aegon laughed, nodding. “Good idea. She’ll get over it… eventually.”

“Don’t be late,” she said with a playful smirk.

Aegon raised his hands in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t dare.”

With one last smile, Y/N turned and headed for the door.

[musicalmoritz]

Funniest headcanons?

Okay wow I have so many crack headcanons so prepare yourself. Take every negative thing I’ve ever said abt fanon and throw it out the window, this is about to get so unserious

• Hanako is a fudanshi. This applies to the whole Toilet Gang (except Nene would be called a fujoshi), they’ve got a little book club. Hanako is the most insane about it tho

• Aoi and Akane are a himejoshi/himedanshi couple

• Lemon and Akane smoke weed together on a regular basis (throw back to the time I looked up “slang words for marijuana” for my Terukaneaoi fic and ended up sounding like Skyler White)

• I feel like an average conversation between the Toilet Gang is the most insufferable, out of pocket middle school humor you’ve ever heard in your life. Those four make South Park look like a kids show

• Akane has a random lock of Aoi’s hair on a shelf in his room

• Since the Minamoto father is absent and the mother is dead, Tiara just kind of assumes Teru and Akane are her parents. Instead of correcting her on this, Akane decides to be the dad who stepped up

• Akane is one of those filmbros who does NOT play abt Pulp Fiction (me) (that’s the second time I’ve mentioned that movie in relation to Akane today)

• He’s also the type to ask you to name three Nirvana songs if he catches you wearing one of their shirts and if you even so much as think about saying Smells Like Teen Spirit, he’ll shoot you in the head

• Hanako is lowkey mad Kou and Mitsuba started dating without him

• In the TBHK universe, Mei is the one who drew the Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson image

• Nene writes reader insert fan fiction

• She’s also a BookTok girlie (not one of the really bad ones, just cringy. As in she would unironically love the book boyfriend audio)

• Sakura is rly into disturbing movies and they make Natsuhiko watch them with them just to make him nauseous

• Hanako and Kou jokingly flirt with each other and it makes Mitsuba and Nene genuinely mad. Like Hanako can ruin Mitsuba’s day with a single “I can take your man”

• Yk that one image of Cheryl Blossom wearing an “I ❤️ Boys” shirt? Teru owns that shirt

• Akane is the type of dude to raise his hand during a class discussion and say “I’d like to play the Devil’s Advocate”

• Aoi flirts with waitresses very poorly and it gives Nene severe secondhand embarrassment

• Once a week, Natsuhiko challenges Teru to a fight. She loses every single time

• Nene has one of those traumatic hamster death stories

• Mitsuba’s hair is dyed so whenever he’s being particularly annoying, Tsukasa tells him his roots are showing

• Kou and Nene have had one of those awkward “I have a crush on someone🤭 And it’s someone you know veryyyy well👀” moments

• Sumire used to climb to the highest places she could find to get Hakubo’s attention, and it gave him a mini heart attack each time

• OG Mei had a fursona. It was a dragon

• Yk in Spongebob when Squidward was confirmed to be the most miserable person in all of the Bikini Bottom?? In the TBHK universe that’s Akane except it’s for all of Japan

• Teru has given the “I’m vengeance, I am the knight” speech while exorcizing supernaturals AT LEAST once

• The Minamotos frequently watch Cinderella together bcuz Tiara is obsessed with it, to the point that it’s become Teru and Kou’s favorite movie as well. Teru drags his friends to watch it with him too but Kou refuses to admit he likes it

• Kou chews with his mouth open

• Mitsuba has cheesy romantic fantasies about Kou the same way Nene does about her crushes (I credit this one to one of my TikTok mutuals @/mads)

• Natsuhiko has an ASMR account (just like they do in the Monster Nursery au)

• Tiara doesn’t quite understand the premise of being gay or coming out so every day she congratulates Kou on being bi

• Kou straight up lies to Tiara about things, it’s an older sibling canon event. Teru does the same to Kou. For example I once told my sister you could dilute chocolate milk into regular milk by pouring water in it. And she believed me.

• Despite the fact that Kou’s been friends with them for many years, Teru regularly forgets Yokoo and Satou’s names

• Aoi and Nene’s mothers have a bet on when the two of them will reveal they’re secretly dating

• Mei is one of those ppl who’s allergic to almost everything. You order a plate of shrimp beside her and before it even hits the table she’s like “Keep that FAR away from me”

• Kako was homophobic until meeting Akane. A “I don’t support that lifestyle” kind of homophobe. Before meeting Akane’s baseball bat

• It’s okay tho he supports his bisexual son now!! He goes to pride parades and everything

• Mirai braids Akane’s hair when she’s bored

• Tsuchigomori has never felt the touch of a man

• If you say one bad word about Teru around Kou, you better be prepared for a full monologue. Stan Twitter wishes they could be as dedicated as Kou (Yokoo: I want to kms / Kou: Wait until the next student council election we can’t lose votes)

• To avoid tarnishing her popular girl image by coming off as rude, whenever Aoi wants to leave a conversation with someone she doesn’t like she pretends to faint

• Mitsuba breaks up with Kou every other day

• When Aoi and Nene are having trouble communicating their feelings verbally, they find a wrestling ring and box their feelings out

• Aoi and Nene apply to every job together, they are a package deal

• Kou is the designated bug killer for the Toilet Gang

• Yako can talk to other foxes. But only foxes, no other animals so the power isn’t all that exciting

• Natsuhiko hasn’t picked up on Mitsuba being gay yet so he keeps offering to set him up with girls

• Sakura has been involved in at least (1) unethical psychology experiment in the past. They administered those shocks for Milgram with a completely straight face

• The hands in Mitsuba’s boundary reflect his feelings so every time Kou comes to visit, they jump around him like overexcited dogs

• Tsukasa had a very intense Alvin and the Chipmunks phase

Okay I have homework that’s due in like 2 hours so I’m gonna have to end it there. I hope my terrible sense of humor amused some of you

[romerona]

Dragon Breath.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Or

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.

Harry James Potter x OC

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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗?"

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Marauders Alive. Wolfstar. LGBTQ content. Year 3 -- After Hogwarts.

On Wattpad as TessaRyoung.

Masterlist.

   "How is my second favourite Potter doing?"  Fred Weasley called, sliding next to Harry on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with a familiar look on his face that told Harry too much and too little.

George took the seat on Harry's other side, sporting the same grin and twinkling eyes as his twin. "Not knocking out anyone today, have you?"

"The day's still young, there's still plenty of time," Fred added to his brother's question.

Harry turns his gaze away from the game of exploding Snap game he was playing with Ron, his emerald eyes softly narrowing with suspicion and hesitant mistrust. He has seen that look enough times to know it's usually followed by trouble.

"Sod off, the both of you," Ron scowls at his brothers who didn't pay him any mind, instead they both were grinning at Harry.

"What do you want?" Harry deadpanned. If his suspicions are right then they were probably after his father's map.

George turns towards his twin, inquiring. "Do we want anything, Fred?"

"Other than give our second favourite Potter a heads up? Nothing George," Fred answered his brother, turning his gaze towards Harry whose frowns deepened.

"What are you on about?" Ron asks, looking between his brothers, mirroring Harry's suspicious frown.

The twins shared yet another waggish look much to Harry's and Ron's concern. 

With a hint of exasperation, Harry looks between the red-headed twins and asks. "What is it?"

"Did you know your lovely lady has a fan club?"  

"And it not just you?"

Harry blinks, confused. "What?"

"Emerson," Fred clarifies as if Harry didn't know already who they were speaking of. "She has suitors lining up to her."

Well, that was to expect, isn't it? Harry thought. Love Emerson is walking art, only to be gazed upon, to be admired and loved.

Before he could say anything, George continued adding to his brother's statement. "And we happen to know she has been asked out to Hogsmeade and she said yes."

Harry blinks again. The information processed through his mind, slowly but surely. 'Someone is taking her on a date to Hogsmeade? And it's not me?' He felt his stomach twisting and turning restlessly. He feels off. His chest is painfully tight. Harry has half the mind to get up and demand Madam Pomfrey figure out what is wrong with him because he feels like he's about to have a right fit. This new bomb of information the twins dropped was settling an awful sickening feeling on his bowls that was transitioning to his chest and then his throat, something was climbing out.

At the tight lip, crimson cheeks, and stoic face of his friend, Ron hesitantly asks. "How do you know this?"

George shrugged, turning to his youngest brother. "We heard Ernie Mcmillan boast about it with his friends earlier today."

"Mcmillan?" Harry scoffs, finding his voice whilst jolting from his seat as if the red soft fabric of the sofa was burning his buttocks. "She's going on a date with sodding Ernie Mcmillan?" 

"Apparently so, we heard him say that she was delighted to accept, that she practically jump at the chance to go on a date with him," Fred told him twisting imaginary long hair with a dreamy look on his face, a bit theatrical in Harry's opinion. Truly, he's just repulsed at the thought of her getting swooned by Mcmillan.

Harry snits, his eyebrows scrunching together vexingly. He doubts that's the case because, for one, he has never seen Love and Mcmillan together or interact in any form, not ever. Second, the idea of Love jumping at the opportunity to date Mcmillan is laughable, Mcmillan, the same Hufflepuff boy who was spreading rumours about Harry last year, boasting as if he was such a catch, please,  Love is way out of the Hufflepuff's league, she was way out of everyone league, even his. The idea of Love ever wanting to go on a date with people such as Ernie Mcmillan was simply rubbish.

"How do we know that's true?" Ron asks, voicing a quarter of Harry's thoughts for his head is somewhere else.

Fred shrugged, relaxing down on the sofa, letting his feet take the place Harry was sitting moments ago, "He sounded too excited for it not to be real, he said he is planning on taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."

"A tea shop?" Scoffs Ron as if it was a comical idea to visit a tea shop in Hogsmeade.

"Not just any tea shop, ickle Ronnikins," George sat down next to his twin, he had a small grin. His eyes slither from his younger brother to Harry, "Puddifoot's Tea Shop is a place where couples usually go to where they serve you tea with cute little cakes to share with your partner. Quite a romantic atmosphere for a first day, that is." 

"I need to go," Harry mumbled to Ron after feeling his insides twisting once again. Once there he opened his trunk and pulled out the famous Marauders Map, hardly listening to Seamus and Dean's greetings, the two other boys he share a dormitory with. He grabbed the map and sat on his bed, closing the blinds for privacy.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry whispers, tapping his wand on the parchment.

Soon, the blank pages began to reveal themselves as what they really were. Harry swiftly opened it and began his search for the one girl he typically looks for when using the Map,-- not that he did it often, not at all if anything he hardly uses the map that's why he let Fred and George borrow it but... and sure when he does use it he may try to spot her on it but just out of curiosity, this time, however, he needed to find her because he needed to speak to her about Ernie, give his knowingly unasked opinion about him and how she is way too good for the likes of him– it took Harry a few seconds but he found her, she was in her common room, the feet next to hers where Padma Patil and Emmanuel Salazar.

Perfect.

Harry went to move out of his bed but stopped dead in his tracks, reality snapping into place, and all the memories coming back like a slap to the face. How is he supposed to do that? How is he supposed to go to the Ravenclaw tower, call her and say all those things when he hasn't even apologised for knocking her out? What would she think of him if he did? What does she think about him now?

Harry sighed, slumping on back his bed, the feeling in his chest was still very much present. He looks back at the map, watching her feet move from the common room to the dormitories, thinking back to the way she smiled at him moments before the catastrophe... Merlin knew those were about one of the best moments in his young life but regardless of what he felt, of what he knows about Love, he is not entitled to dictate who she can go out with, no matter how much it bothers him not to mention that If he did think to do something like that, his mother, who since little had thought him to respect women, would be beyond disappointed with him, his life is too difficult right now to add maternal disappointment to the list.

Harry placed his arm over his eyes when his mind forced him to relieve that mortifying moment yet again and grumbled to himself in defeat and resignation when suddenly, he heard Dean exclaim in disdain.

"Bloody hell, Seamus, when was the last time you brush your teeth, mate?"

His voice sounded nasal, not his usual tone but rather as if he was plugging his nose.

"Oh, me Mam send me some dragon tartare, her speciality, quite good but leaves you reeking for hours, they do," Seamus told Dean, and after a moment he asked. "Want one?"

"Not particularly feeling like eating one, no," 

"If you change your mind, I'll leave them on my trunk"

"Won't they go bad?"

"Only after two months or so, dragon meat doesn't rot quickly,"

His mother may have thought him not to disrespect women but his father also thought him a few things too one of which was always to speak your mind, perhaps he doesn't need to say anything to Love to get her to understand Ernie Mcmillan isn't right for her in any type of way, he could simply show her...

"Hey, Seamus," Harry opened his curtains making the two boys snap their heads his way, "You reckon I can have one?"

🤍

"I still can't believe you chose sodding Mcmillan over us," Emmanuel huffs lowly under his breath, but due to Love's closeness she still heard him clear as a summer day, and even if she hadn't, Love already has an idea what he could have been mumbling about. 

"Well, believe it, she ditches us for a man," Padma made a noise from the back of her throat, making a few fellows Ravenclaws send her a weird look, "A man, of all things,"

Let's just say her friends didn't enjoy her sudden change of plans and they made it known, even now, as they walk to the entrance to meet the rest of the third years to go to Hogsmeade.

Love purses her lips, sending her a pleading look, she didn't enjoy making her friends feel pushed aside like that, "Don't be like that, I promise we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow and hang out."

"You see Love, I don't know if I should believe you, because you also promise to go with us today but here we are..." Padma sends her a soft glare, crossing her arms a bit too dramatically.

"Padma–" Love groans but was cut off by Emma.

"Not to mention we had plans, to meet places and shops and sodding hunted shacks but if we go tomorrow it won't be the same," The boy huffs, his eyes refusing on meeting Love's, he kept his glare straight ahead.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. The disrespect is outstanding." Padma pronounces every single syllable of that word.

"I'm sorry, okay," Love huffs exasperatedly, halting on her steps. She looked between Padma and Emma with a frown as they force to stop as well, Emanuel's glare was still not meeting her eyes whilst Padma had a very narrow eye look directed towards her. "I am sorry, it was not on my plans to get asked out but it happened and I– I can't change that now, not when we are literally about to arrive at the entrance,"

She sighs, Love felt guilty, she hated breaking promises like that and letting her friends down but what's done it's done and the guilt mixed with the ever-growing anxiety she was feeling at the moment was making her feel physically sick but, despite it all, despite how she at first dreaded the thought... "This is my first date, and I wish to enjoy it," she looked between them again, "And I also wish my friends felt a little excited for me, even if it is not the most ideal time,"

There was a moment of silence, and people continue to walk around them, some throwing odd looks, others not even glancing at them, Love would have felt a bit embarrassed had she cared for their opinion more than solving her current problem with her friends but she didn't. She waited as the seconds of dire silence draw out until Padma sighed and step towards Love, she sends her a small guilty smile vanishing a bit of the tension that was drowning Love.

"I do feel a little hurt but I was just being a bit dramatic, I'm sorry," 

Love smiled back at her as Padma threw an arm around her shoulders giving her a comforting squeeze and before she could say anything back to her best friend, Emmanuel grabbed her attention.

"You are right," He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his dirty black Converse. "It is definitely not an ideal time to go on a date."

"Emma," Padma hissed, slapping his arm.

He rolled his eyes and then his brown eyes finally gaze up to meet hers, "But I guess, once your date is over, we can go back tomorrow, after all, it's not the place but the company that makes things better, right?"

Love's smile widen as she jumped forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I knew you could forgive me," She smack a kiss on his cheek.

Emmanuel groaned but Love could hear a few low chuckles as he weakly tried to get her off of him. "Barely, so don't let it happen again, now get off me, you sod."

When she finally did, Padma intertwined her arms with Emma and then Love, before continuing their walk to the entrance.

"And I can't wait for the insight after the date, because you have to tell us everything and I mean every single detail, Love," Padma said, squeezing her arm a bit.

Emmanuel made a disgusted face, "I mean you can omit a few details if you know what I mean,"

"Absolutely not, those are the most important ones,"

"No, they are not,"

Padma sighs tiredly, shaking her head. "Emma, just because you have no understanding of romance doesn't mean I ought to be deprived of them,"

"You are not the one going on a date, Padma," Emma's unamused stare turns into faux confusion when he turns to his friend, "You know that right?"

"Even better, mama loves some hot gossip," she wiggles her shoulders.

Love chuckled, she felt a gorilla-like weight being lifted from her shoulders as her friends continue to banter, but no matter how relief she is that everything is back to normal with her friends, a new heavy weight settled in like it was just waiting for the moment to pound on her. The guilt was gone but the anxiety not only took its place, it doubled down. And love could recognise it, it was the anxiety she had been ignoring for the past few days. It came back to be acknowledged and she has no choice but to listen.

Oh, god!! This was her first date. Love feels her stomach twist in itself.

She heard it before she saw it, the entrance hall was erupting with students from every house, most of them being third years, they were chatting among themselves, they were loud and raucous. The excitement of the students could be palpable as she, Emmanuel and Padma walk down the marble stairs, ignoring Filch, the caretaker, who was standing inside the front doors, peered with obnoxious suspicion into their faces before checking off their names against a long list. How did he know who they were was a mystery to her but he did.

Love gulped as she stared at the many faces, she bit her lower lip, unconsciously tightening her hold on Padma's arm.

"Hey, Love,"

She turns to her friend. Padma was grinning down at her, she let go of Emma and turn to face Love fully, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, her bangles clanging, "Shake off that nervousness, you're just wasting mental energy because there's nothing to be nervous about, okay?"

Love lets out a breath, her eyes meeting Padma's calm brown making her relax even just a little but certainly not enough to actually make her chest feel less tight.

"You are freaking Love Aurelia Emerson, get that through your thick skull, there's nothing to worry about,"

"I know..."

"No, you don't,"

"Yes, I do,"

Padma pointed one finger at her head, right in front of her eyes. "You have that look on your face, doesn't she Emma?"

"She does," Emma answered, who had been watching with knowing eyes, before turning to face her, "You do,"

"What look?" Love grabs Padma's finger moving it away as she looks between them.

"That face that you make before starting to catastrophize,"

Love scoffs, forcing a frown on her brows, "I do not catastrophize,"

"You do," Padma and Emmanuel answer in unison.

It seems that the only time they get along is either with Quidditch or when mugging her off. Love shakes her head."Unbelievable,"

"Love," A familiar yet unfamiliar voice called. "There you are,"

All that anxiety she had forgotten when talking to her friends return like a wave to the shore. Love turn from Padma and Emmanuel to face Ernie, he looked nice, his blonde hair combed back, Love thought he was rather cute in his brown trousers and canary yellow vest over his white shirt, he has a nice smile but it was a bit too tense, Love notice, and immediately, she couldn't help but to think back at all her choices before that moment.

"Ernie, hi," Love tried her best for her smile to come out as naturally as possible. "You look very nice,"

Ernie looked down at his clothes. "Ah, thank you, I wasn't sure about the shoes but they are rather comfortable, and I heard we are going to have to do a wee bit of walking,"

"They are nice," Love glances down at the brown shoes. She didn't voice it but his shoes reminded her of the shoes her abuelito wear to church every Sunday.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Love wasn't one of those people to expect compliments from people but she had to say she was very disappointed when instead of nice words about her outfit that she had spent hours working on, cursing Hogwarts for not having phones and keeping her from calling her sister for help, making a mess out of her room, came;

"Ah, and I believe you know Justin Finch-Fletchley," He looked to his side where the other Hufflepuff boy was uncomfortably standing, Love hadn't noticed him until now.

"Not personally but I heard of him," Love smile at the boy who smile back, and he pushed his hand out for her to shake.

Justin nodded in acknowledgement. "As I have heard of you,"

"Good things, I hope." Love chuckles playfully, using that same line she had heard people use in films.

"Well, my father works for your mum's company," Justin told her, making Love look at him in surprise. "He has worked there for years, almost twenty years, I believe,"

"Oh, he must be a great employee if he's been there that long," Love said with a pleasant smile, not knowing what else to say to Justin's sudden information. She glance at Ernie and he had a confused frown on his face, and instead of explaining she turn to her friends who had been watching it all in silence. She caught both of their eyes, there was a look they all shared. 'This is awkward' "And these are my friends,"

"Padma Patil," Padma stick her hand out with a flirty grin. Both boys shook it, Justin turning a bit pink when she winks at him when he let go of her hand before pushing Emma a bit forward, "And this is Emmanuel Salazar,"

Emma gave them a tight smile before returning his face to neutral.

"Salazar you say?" Ernie shared a look with Justin, though, Love couldn't unravel the meaning behind it.

"You couldn't possibly–"

Emmanuel huffs hotly, "No, no relations."

"Right, it's just that–"

"Alright, everyone, be silence," McGonagall's voice echoes through the hall, making everyone cease their chattering. "Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege, should your behaviour reflects poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again."

The old professor glances down at them from the top of the marble stairs, her intense gaze seemed to be scrutinising every single one of them as if to spot the ones who were most definitely going to cause trouble.

"Oh, come on, come on, let's go already," Padma impatiently groaned only for the one near her to listen.

"The carriages will be available all day until five, if you arrive after that you shall get detention. Shall you need any assistance, look for your house prefects or head boy and head girl, they are instructed to assist you with whatever you need throughout the day. Now without further delaying, let us enjoy the day,"

"Finally,"

There was a buzz emanating from everyone as the words left McGonagall's mouth and they all made their way to the awaiting carriages, the same old carriages they use when travelling to the station to the school.

"Eager for another running with a dementor, Potter?" Draco's mocking voice made her unwillingly snap her head to the side. There he was, cackling with Crabbe and Goyle as the two massive boys pretended to pass out for Draco's amusement, the only other third-year Slytherin laughing was Pansy Parkinson, the others were more preoccupied with finding a carriage.

Love couldn't help but purse her lips to keep her displeasure for him buried deep in her mind.

The thing about Draco Malfoy was that he's just like a snake, meaning that when feeling threatened he's bound to attack. He attacks and then he thinks of the consequences once the venom has spread upon its victim. Draco has lived a life where most people in it had to agree with him, but also be agreeable to be accepted in his society. To be admired by those around him and never look down upon like those other 'traitors' as he was thought to call them. He was surrounded by people who positively live by that day by day like his father, Lucius, he was the man Draco aspires to be. Why would he possibly be different when people like his father and those he surrounded himself with have all that power and money he was thought to be so important? There was a time he thought most people if given a choice would choose a life like his, however, Draco came to the shock that the life that he lived was not suited for Hogwarts, where he encountered people who think differently than he does, people that look down upon his views and him. When he got to Hogwarts he got a glimpse at a world where money and power could only take him so far and he struggles to understand that.

So, of course, Draco can't seem to comprehend why Love isn't on his side, and while all she did was try to make him see reason, all Draco saw was her pillorying him and that was simply unacceptable to him so he attacked but, regardless of how hurtful he was, here she is, stubbornly waiting for him to come up to her and make up a half-apology because each time something like this happens, which was more often than she would willingly admit, all she sees is a reaction of years of habit and she couldn't blame him for the way he was raised. La cabra siempre tira al monte. Old habits die hard. Draco is her friend, despite it all and she firmly believes he has the capacity for growth so she won't give up on that hope yet, not for a small mistake like this.

"Shall we all take one together?" Asked Justin, as they arrived at the carriages.

Padam chuckles, sending him a look over her shoulder, "Want to spend more time with me, eh?"

Justin's cheeks once again turn crimson, "I- well,- It's - "

"If we are sharing I suggest we take that carriage before anyone else does," Emmanuel said pointing at the last carriage which thankfully and conveniently was near to them.

"Shifted, people," Padma grabbed Love's and Emma's hands and sped walk to the carriage, forcing the two Hufflepuff to scramble after them and into the smelly wagon.

"I'm proper excited to see Hogsmeade, aren't you?" Padma asks, looking between the boys.

"How couldn't we?" Justin responded amicably, his smile widening as the carriage began to move. "We have heard so much about Hogsmeade from older students, I can hardly wait." 

"What are you most excited to visit?" Padma asks.

"Well, I haven't thought about it, I suppose Honeydukes would be a great choice to start with, would it?" 

Ernie had a grin on his face, his gaze slithering to Love, he lean forward and whisper. "I'm the most excited to spend it with you,"

Love can't stop the chuckles that left her, feeling her face heat up. His flattery however was not working on easing up her nerves.

"Oh yes, I have a mental list of what I want to get starting with chocolate frogs, obviously..." Padma's voice trails off as a wave of coldness washes over all of them. Love saw a shadow figure pass right by them through the small window as the carriage cross the gates of the school the closes place to the school where the Dementors were allowed to be.

Love unintentionally shudders at their presence. The dread took hold of her for a short moment before it went away.

"For Helga's grace!! How awful those things are," Ernie breathes out, trying to shake off the aftereffects of the creatures.

"Truly, I still can't believe they let them near Hogwarts." Padma huffs, shaking her head. "Anyways, where was I- uh..."

"Chocolate frogs." Emmanuel mumbles, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

"Right, I want chocolate frogs, nougats, sugar quills...."

The last of the ride went by quickly, Padma doing most of the talking, she was telling them a very detailed list of what she wanted to get from the sweet shop, Emma continue to stare at the window quietly, Love adding to Padma's rant a few times, and the two Hufflepuff boys speaking every once in a while.

When the carriage stops they all but jump out of it. Ernie, like a gentleman, tried to give Love his hand to help her out but before she could, Emmanuel pushed her out mumbling about the carriage odour but Love knew better, he was just really excited to be in Hogsmeade and did not has the patience for Ernie's attempts of wooing and if Love was being honest, she didn't either, at least not at the moment.

"This is so cool," Padma said as she took in the wizarding village like the rest of them and Love couldn't agree more, everywhere she looked from the cottages to the colourful shops to the mass of students walking about excitedly was nothing short but wonderful. This is exactly how she imagine how an all-wizard was supposed to look, straight out of a tale.

But that view was changed when a hand was lifted in front of her, "Shall we?"

Love glanced at the hand and smile up at Ernie, once again being filled with nerves, she place her hand on his, hoping it wasn't clammy and nodded. "We shall," She turns to Emma and Padma both already looking at her, not even being a little discreet. Love sent them a more genuine smile, "I'll see you two later,"

Emma nodded, sending her a small reassuring smile. "Be careful."

"Of course, you go enjoy yourself," Padma chuckles, winking at her before turning to Ernie less friendly, she pointed a finger at him, "You better make sure she has a great day, Ernie, or else I'll hit you with a brick, a heavy one too."

"Right," Ernie chuckles awkwardly, he glances at Justin who nodded as if saying 'see you later,'  he clears his throat before looking down at Love, "Let's go,"

And with that they were off into the village, walking through the cobble busy street, hand in hand.

"So, where do you want to go first?" Love asks, her eyes trailing over the several shops, glazing at the things in the windows for only a brief moment for Ernie kept a steady pace, never stopping. He seemed to be looking for something. "Oh, is that Zonkos? Why don't we–"

"I actually planned for us to do a few things, I hope you don't mind," He told her, glancing at her with a small apologetic smile. 

"Oh, n-no, not at all, it's fine," Love smile back at him. She was rather surprised he had plans for them, she thought they would just hang out and explore, go into a few shops, and perhaps have lunch... she felt just a little disappointed and wished he had talked to her about it first but it's okay, it was a thoughtful action from his part, Ernie took time to plan the date and Love didn't want to ruin it.

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Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was lovely. It was a small yet cosy tea shop, the decoration was rather amusing in Love's opinion, the tinkle of the bell when they walked in, the bows that went from side to side along the shop, the pink colour of the walls... 

"Lovely place, isn't it?" Ernie spoke taking her attention from the china sugar bowls.

"Yeah, kind of cute, the pink certainly sets the mood," Love chuckles, glancing at the kissing couple sitting next to them. It was no secret why Ernie chose Madam Puddifoot's Shop for their first date.

Ernie went pink, he clears his throat, looking down at his lacy napkins. "It is a bit crowdy, thought, but if you like it then I'll endure it,"

Love faked out a chuckle. She felt like Ernie was making it seem like he was here just for her, making her feel a bit guilty but he could have worded it wrong, after all, it was him who planned the date, if he didn't want to be here he wouldn't have come, right?

She clear her throat, deciding to just ignore her thought and indulge in the excitement of the first date. "So, is your owl back yet? Uh- what was her name? I don't think you told me. "

"Her name is Aella, greek for Whirlwind and yes, she's very fast as I've told you, she's one of the best breeds of owls there is," His eyes shinned with pride like they did the last the sake of his owl.

"She seems like a wonderful owl,"

"She is... and what about your– err–."

Love smiles thinking back at her beloved pet, "I have a toad, his name's Hoppy, well, actually is Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops but we all call him Hoppy,"

"Your pet is a toad?" Ernie looked rather surprised.

"Yes. Why?" Love chuckles confused, not understanding why that was so surprising, plenty of students own toads.

"Nothing, it's just that I imagine you with something more..." Ernie waves his hand trying to come up with the word. "Gentler like a cat or perhaps even a rat,"

"Toads can be gentle, Hoppy is ever a gentleman." Love shrugs with a grin.

Ernie scoffs, crossing his arms, "What kind of toad is he?"

"Kind?" Love asks, confused.

"Breed, what is his breed?"

"I... don't know, I just picked the one I liked,"

"Why?" Ernie shook his head, with a frown. "Don't you know when choosing a pet the breed of it it's important?"

Love huffs out a laugh, not taking him seriously. "What?"

"Yes, the breed can tell you a lot about their behaviour and how to take care of them mean, when I chose to get an owl as a pet I would have never chosen one just because they are pretty, I mean yes, I suppose appearance is important but they are not people to care about their beauty and dare I say that—"

Ernie went on a rant about why the breed is important, he wasn't just taking a piss, he went on and on about why choosing the best breed can be beneficial for oneself and what not, if she didn't know better she would have thought Ernie could have been one of those purebloods who glorify their pedigree. The topic of conversation went from owls to the Fwooper, which was okay if he had let her get to give her opinion about the bright magical birds, instead, he went on to explain what they were, probably thinking she didn't know about them. At one point in his rant, Love excuse herself to the toilet. 

The loo was just as she imagine, decorated with bows, two vanity tables with all a girl could need, and pink walls with just two stalls, one of which was occupated. Love didn't need to go to the loo, she just needed a moment to herself. 

The date was going well, Ernie's sweet and sure, maybe it was a little boring but it could be worst. Love looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head down at her clothes wishing she could have called Kiara, maybe Ernie would have said something about it if she had her sister's help, then her gaze travelled to her hair, did she brush her hair nicely? She did try her best to give it a bit of shape, though with hairpins she somehow manage to style it like those girls from the magazines.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

Love frowns as she heard the girl from inside the stall, looking at the closed pink wooden door through the mirror.

"Fuck my life."

"Hello?" Love turns to face the door, "Are you all right?"

"Aye, mind your soddin' business, will ya?" The girl curses her off, her tone harsh as they come.

Love backs away from the door, a bit offended. "Right. Sorry, just wanted to help,"

"I ain't ask for it, innit?"

"You're right, my mistake," Love huffs, rolling her eyes, she went back to gaze herself in the mirror. People can be so damn rude for no reason.

Half satisfied with how she looked, Love turn to leave but just as she turned the door opened and the mysterious rude girl came out of it. Her brown eyes were narrow when her eyes settle on Love making her already sour face look grimmer.

"What the fuck are ya looking at?" She all but barked at her.

Love purses her lips, it will probably be unwise to say anything as the girl looked older than she is, maybe a fifth year, her feature are certainly mature, the slope of her nose and high cheekbones... she had a rough edge of her look but she was rather pretty, Love would have complemented her black curly hair as it was put on a nice bum but the girl made it known she didn't appreciate her voice or opinions.

"I was just leaving," Love mumbled, as she finally turn around to leave the girl came out of the stall Love caught the sight of red on the girls white pants making her halt on her steps. It had to be what she thought it was.

"Oh, my days, ya wee shit," The girl turn to set her hard glare on her, and she took a few threatening steps towards her. "If ya continue to look at me, I will hex ya fuckin–"

"You have a stain," Love told the girl, she pointed at her pants.

The girl rolled her eyes so hard Love thought they would get stuck. "I know ya little fuck, now leave me alone, my day is already ruined, I ain't want to get expelled for cursin' a fuckin third year."

Love purses her lips in indignation, and with a huff she turned and left, cursing the girl in her head all she wanted to do was to help her but Love will leave her to do as she wants, she will leave her no matter if she... if she clearly needs her help,  Love only made it two steps out before she stubbornly turn back into the toilets. The girl had a deep frown on her face while she was holding her wand near the red stain looking at it through the mirror and trying to straighten herself when Love barge back in but she caught all of that.

The girl groans loudly, looking at the heavens. "Ya little–"

"Did you try a spell on it?" Love asks, motioning to the stain.

"It's not any of ya fuckin business," The girl snapped, pointing her wand at her.

Love, feeling a little frightened but hiding it well, took off her cardigan and hold it out for the girl to take. "Here. If the spell doesn't work you can use it to cover it."

"I ain't wearin' ya ugly jumper." The girl glare at her and the piece of clothing in her hand, however, there was more than just anger behind that glare, one Love could identify as confusion.

Love sighs, she moves to place the cardigan on top of the vanity table."It's just an option in case your spell isn't working, if you don't want to don't wear it."

"Why do ya care if I leave this bathroom with a stain on my flippin' pants," The girl hadn't dropped her glare but it did soften a tiny bit.

"Because I've been taught to help when needed," Love glanced at her before she once again made her way to the door, "And I am also a girl who looks out for other girls."

With that, she went back to her table, where the tea and food seems to have arrived. Ernie and she ordered something to share, a big plate with small cakes and pastries, she couldn't wait to try them... and it seems Ernie couldn't either for when she sat back down in front of him, he seems to be halfway through the plate.

"What took so long?" Ernie asks, drinking from his teacup after swallowing whatever cake was in his mouth.

Love glanced from the plate to him, the frown easing into a reluctant smile, "Oh, there was a queue for the toilet."

Ernie hums accepting the answer, he motions her cup of tea which she notices was full, "I served your tea, ginger, right?"

"Yes, thank you," Love took a sip of it, relishing how good it tasted, it's been a while since she drank ginger tea. She grabbed a pasty as Ernie went for the meaty small ball, "Are they good?"

Ernie nodded, shoving the small ball in his mouth, "Yes, there was this really good eclair, and the spinach patty, to die for."

"They do sound rather good, I've tried a few eclairs before and I have to say that no matter what they are always good," Love told him, taking a bite out of her cheesy pasty.

Suddenly the boy coughed, he hit his chest before taking a sip of his tea, making Love frown in worry, she leans forward. "Are you all right, Ernie?"

He swallowed the last of his tea and nodded, he smiles as he turns to face her, "I'm all right, Love, but I'm touched by your concern."

When the scent hit her nose, Love recoils to the back of her chair. What was that? Because holy shit.

"What?" Ernie asks, a frown forming on his face as he watches her actions.

Love opened her mouth to answer but words just don't seem to form as another round of stinkiness made its way to her nose. It didn't take a lot to know that it was Ernie's stink. How is she to tell him that his mouth smelled like something died in it and was rotting?

He asks again, leaning forward to whisper. "What is it, Love? Are you okay?"

Oh, God.

"Mhmm, yes all good," Love held her breath, leaning back into her chair as much as she could trying to look as subtle as possible.

"Are you positive?"

Love nodded, taking a large gulp of her tea, before exhaling on the cup and inhaling back again. The air wasn't clean in the cup but at least it didn't smell like... well, like Ernie. How did she not notice he smelled like that before? She had been in close proximity to him, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed it then so what change? When she looked up at Ernie once again, he was happily munchkin on the last of the pasties on the plate. At this point she didn't really care he ate all of them, her appetite was gone anyways.

"So, Justin said his father works for your mum," He swallowed the cake, looking at her he continue, "How's that?"

"Uh... well, my mum, she owns a company back in the muggle world," Love needed to exhale, she was practically choking. She took hold of her almost empty cup, swallowed what was left and exhaled as silently as she could before taking another long inhale.

"She does? Whoa, that's rather impressive, what is it about?"

"Energy," Love was slapped with another whiff of repugnant odour. It seems that even not breathing wasn't enough to escape what death probably smells like. "Jesus Bendito."

"What was that?" Ernie asks, puzzlement written on his face.

"I was just– I want to walk around for a bit, you know, look around the village," Love tells him, hoping that he agrees to leave so she could be in the open air.

Ernie frowns at her before looking around at the couples,  Love did the same however she couldn't really stare too long because most of them were snogging each other off, surprisingly she caught sight of the loo girl, setting in front of a handsome boy and wrapped around her waist was her cardigan and a smile on her face. If someone was going to have a pleasant rest of the day, it clearly wasn't Love. So she's glad she helps someone else to have one.

"Oh, well, if you wish but I thought we...uh could have gotten to know each other a bit better, without distractions and all," Ernie turned pink as he set his gaze on the teacup in his hands, and Love was sure she was matching his colour, maybe she was even sporting a tinge of purple in her cheeks, y'know, for the lack of air.

"Oh, come on Ernie, let's be adventurous," Love tried her best to smile as if she wasn't two seconds away from falling unconscious yet again this year. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Ernie gaze at her for a moment before nodding, and getting up from his chair, "I'll go pay, you can wait outside if you–"

"Yes, I'll wait outside," In all but seconds, Love grabbed her bag and was out the door.

Love wheezes as she exhales, before inhaling again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She places her hands on her knees as she continues to take heavy breaths. This is the closes she has come to dying, Jesus knows that not even her brother's farts smell that bad and that is saying a lot.

Straightening up and leaning back into a wall, Love started to think, what happened? It surely had to be something he ate but what? Was it one of the pasties? No, obviously not, if Madam Puddifoot's sell something that made her customers' breath stank of all that's evil on this planet then she would be out of business in a month, hell, Love gives it a week before it shuts down. Because who in their right mind would sell something like that, the only other option was that it had to be a prank, someone was pranking Ernie, the poor boy, but why though? Ernie is well-liked, isn't he? She knows he's a bit popular among his peers, he's never been libellous against those who aren't from his house, at least not that knows of. Ernie's a good student, a good person, so why would anyone do this to him... or maybe it's not Ernie the prank it's directed at, maybe it's at her? Oh, Rowena what if it is her who the culprits wanted to prank? But why? What had she done? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it's a prank from Ernie and his friends, like a dare of some sort? They dare him to ask her out and see how much she could handle of this new form of deathly torture. Ernie wouldn't do that, would he? He's nice... but then again what if all she knows about him is a lie. What if it is a dare and as soon as they part ways he'll go straight to his friends and laugh because she literally almost dies to avoid telling him he stinks and then the whole school is going to know and it's gouging to be her. That would be so humiliating. Stinky is going to be her new nickname, everyone will call her that... Love's stomach dropped, Professor Lupin will probably hear about it too, he'll think she stinks. She feels faint. Oh, Love needs to throw up. All those plans she made for becoming Mrs Lupin, all to the garbage, he'll never want to marry someone with the nickname of stinky.She's going to be single for the rest of her life. No one would want her. No one. She's going to be alone for the rest of her life. Not even Padma and Emmanuel. Oh, her best friends, she's going to be dragged down with her. Oh no no no. She couldn't do that to her friends but she knows they'll never leave her alone. She'll have to leave Hogwarts to protect them. They know where she lives so she can't even go to her family because they'll follow her there. She'll get a job somewhere to live away.... But Is she even going to get a job? Love knows how quickly rumours spread in the wizarding world. Who would hire someone whose nickname is Stinky? No one that's who. She'll be poor and with no place to live. She'll end up living in the mountains, alone and— 

"Love!!"

Her head snapped to the side where Ernie is looking at her worriedly.

"Are you all right? I called you like five times?"

She felt like she wanted to cry as another death-scented breath of air made its way into her nose. Merlin, she just can't tell him and she can't be the bitch that ends the date right after he paid for tea and cake but she can't spend another minute near him.

Love bottles her small thoughts up and smiles at him, "Yes, I'm good, now let's go,"

"Where do you want to–"

She, grudgingly, grabbed his hand and was practically speed walking, going from one store to another, only staying for a few minutes to see the basics and get the gist of what the store sells before moving to the next. Ernie tried to keep up with her, speaking to her whenever she slowed down, Love gave him a few short answers, always making sure to not sound rude but still being quick with her words before they speed walk to the next store.  

"Why don't we slow down a bit?" Ernie asks as they left Ceridwen's Cauldrons, pulling Love back by her hand forcing him to stop.

Love holds her breath and grins playfully, or at least she hopes that's the vibe she's giving on, "Because, silly Ernie we should walk to... get in shape, y'know, for all those calories from the cakes and pastries we ate."

"But–"

"Oh, is that a grocery shop for plants? How interesting." She pulled him back into walking, heading to The Magic Neep.

Sooner rather than later, they are done visiting most of the shops in Hogsmeade and inside the carriages. She'll never call them smelly again. Love stares out the window at the village thinking back to the stores she visited, the one they took a bit of time was Honeydukes, where they parted ways for a moment much to Love's relief, to get their sweets, Love bought two chocolate frogs and a single sugar quill, she would have probably gotten more things but Ernie insisted on paying and she didn't felt comfortable spending money that wasn't hers and two she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. And they also took time when they visited the post office, where they encountered hundreds of owls Ernie wouldn't stop speaking about Aella, pointing out that the breed of birds they use for the fastest owl which was colour-coded red, was the same breed as her but of course, his was faster. That was the third time in the day were Love was close to passing out. But Merlin did that boy adores his owl.

Thankfully, they had to share the carriage with some older students, two girls, (who didn't care much about them and talked all the way to the castle about one of the girl's boyfriends, he wanted to live with her after graduation but the girl wants to break up with him as soon because she started to fancy his friend who apparently fancies her back but not before her birthday because her boyfriend said he was going to buy her some pearl earrings) Geez, now that is very messed up. The two older girls' chat served as a distraction for both her and Ernie since neither of them talk and only bestow themselves into listening to the gossip. It wasn't until they were at the marble stairs that Love spoke.

"This has been nice," Love send him a smile, one that she wasn't sure was genuine as she knows now is the time she has to once again hold her breath.

Ernie nodded, smiling down at her, "It has, I really enjoy spending Hogsmaedes with you, Love."

"You were pretty great too," Love waves a dismissive hand.

"You really think so?" Ernie took a step closer.

No, please no. Step back.

Love nods, humming with a tight smile on her face. "Mhm, yeah, of course, anyways, Ernie, I really need to go because—"

"What? Now?" Ernie took another step closer and grabbed her hands in his, peering down at her, with big blue eyes. Step back, please. "Why? Let me walk you to your common room."

"Now that wouldn't be wise, would it?" Love took a step back, setting her hands free from the boy's hold. "Why go all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower when your common room is practically just around the corner?"

"Is what a gentleman does,"

"Ah, don't worry Ernie, I don't need a gentleman," Love chuckles, taking another step back, practically halfway into the castle.

"But–"

"I need to pee, Ernie!" Love almost shouted for the whole students to hear, but she was desperate to get away and in desperate times, desperate measures. "And I really need to go right now,"

Ernie blinks, his face turning red once again, Love doesn't understand why he's the one embarrassed in this situation but alas, it's proving to be successful. "Right, sorry, don't let me keep—"

"Bye, Ernie thanks for the tea and sweets,"

She was gone like the wind, finally free and if hadn't been for the fact that her name was called she would have forgotten about her little freakout.

"Miss Emerson,"

Turning, she came face to face with none other than James Potter, a renowned Auror and quite a  famous man for surviving Voldemort, along with his wife and son, Love was awfully confused about why he, of all people, was calling her name and smiling at her, his smile was so welcoming, Love felt oddly warm about it like his smile was a hug she would have a smile back if it hadn't been for the two-man next to him. One who had dark hair and strikingly grey eyes that shine with nothing but mischievousness, he had this aloofness attached to his persona that practically oozes out of him, he was rather handsome, both he and James were handsome but definitely not as handsome as Professor Remus Lupin, who was smiling warmly at her from next to James Potter... then the thought hit her. He's going to think she stinks if her prank theory proves itself to be correct. Of course, it's going to be correct, what kind of person goes around pranking Ernie of all people? He and his friends are probably pranking her, or maybe Ernie doesn't even know, in that case, they both got pranked but they'll go easy on him because he is their friend and he'll forget about it and forgive them because they are his friends after all, but that treatment would not be extended for her, and they'll make fun of her and she–

"Hey, Love Emerson, right?" James Potter continues to smile at her, his hazel eyes staring down at hers. "How are you doing, darling? All better I hope?"

Love purses her lips and nodded, before giving him a tight smile, she doesn't want to speak with anyone right now "I'm all right, Mr Potter but soon I won't be because I'll be probably living in a cave,"

She walks right past them, not even noticing the baffled look they all give her. She just couldn't face anyone right now. Love made her way to her common room in record time, even with all the students walking about in the hallways and stairs. She was itching to get to her room and sleep all day, all night until the music stops as the phrase says, indulging herself in the last moments of pace in Hogwarts before she becomes a pariah of society.

What is the end of everything?

It seems the eagle has taken notice of her mood and given her an easy riddle. Love didn't even need to think about it for the answer was right in the riddle. Without much waiting the door quickly opened, and Love all but bolted inside.

"Hey Love, how did–"

At Padma's voice, Love stopped and turn to where she was lounging with Emma on the sofas, both with massive bags of products from Zonkos, Honeydukes and who knows what else. She's going to miss them. She's going to miss time like this.

"I'm going to live in the forest, in a cave, and I'm going to miss you all so much,"

With that, she turns back and went straight to her dormitory. Thankfully, there was no one there so Love took her shoes off and just manage to climb into bed before the door was slapped open as Padma came barging in, a hard look on her face.

"All right, tell me what happened on that date that got you catastrophizing?" 

Love sends her a glare before pushing herself under her covers, "I do not catastrophize,"

"Then what do you call this?" Padma places her hands on her hips much like a mother would as she scowls at her kids.

"Being reasonable," Love calls from under the covers. She was being reasonable, right?

Love didn't need to see Padma to know she was rolling her eyes, she could feel it in her bones she was most definitely doing it. "Sure, because thinking you're going to be living in a cave is a reasonable response for any situation."

"Leave me alone, Padma."

"Love, bloody hell, get this through your skull," Padma pulled her covers off of her, leaving her feeling naked. Both girls glare at each other. "You are catastrophizing, my dear friend."

"I–"

"You are overthinking, you are in panic mode right now, obsessive over something that will never happen," Padma came to sat down next to her, her back leaning on one of the four posts, "You need to relax and tell me, what got are you overthinking?"

Love purses her lips, she knew she was overthinking, she just lost control there for a second or two. She held her hand out, "Give me back my blanked and I'll tell you,"

Without waiting, Padma passes her the covers. Love engulfs herself in them, enjoying the warmth her covers give her, she glances a Padma and holds her arm up, motioning for her to cover herself too and when she does, when both girls were tucked in the safety blanket, Love begins the tale of the boy with dragon breath.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.

[gcantread]

July 2024 reads

[loved liked ok nope dnf bookclub*]

^borrowing this format from @ofliterarynature—hope that's ok!

The Blue Castle • The Metamorphosis • A Reaper at the Gates • And Then There Were None • I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons • To Be Taught, If Fortunate • The Mysterious Affair at Styles • Till We Have Faces • This Ravenous Fate • Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch • Dragonhaven • [title withheld; SMP] • The Name of the Wind • Better Left Buried • The Body in the Library • Rose Daughter

My biggest reading month so far in terms of quantity, though only third-biggest in terms of "pages" (which I think is a bad metric anyhow—you can typeset them so differently! I wish every book told me its word count.) I read a lot of books in order to see if they're worth reading in @bellasbookclub for the 2024-2025 season, plus I was doing the BBC summer reading challenge! I also devoured my way through several ARCs coming out in August.

The Blue Castle ★★★★★ - I reread this once or twice per year at this point. This time around I read it to @flowerslut and we had a blast! Still the ultimate comfort read.

The Metamorphosis ★★★☆☆ - Also with Shannon (we listened to the audiobook on the way to and from San Diego!) Figured it was high time I actually read this if I was gonna go around calling things "kafkaesque." Somehow exactly what I expected.

And Then There Were None ★★★★☆ - Pre-screened for book club! So I don't wanna say too much other than "I liked it."

I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons ★★★☆☆ - Disappointing. Plot was a bit all over the place and it was difficult to sympathize with the main characters. A shame, because I like the premise!

To Be Taught, If Fortunate ★★★★☆ - Read for the BBC 2024 Summer Reading Challenge. Fun and reflective! This was my first time reading Becky Chambers, and I liked the writing style and themes.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles ★★★1/2☆ - Another book club pre-screen. A solid mystery.

Till We Have Faces ★★★★☆ - Yet another book club pre-screen. My best friend's favorite book and now I can totally see why.

This Ravenous Fate ★★★☆☆ - An ARC I got signed by the author after seeing her speak on a panel about YA and romance. Unfortunately a huge letdown, possibly because I had such high hopes for the premise of "queer Black 1920s vampire x human." Alas, it had some cool vampire lore but was overall a convoluted mess and not nearly 1920s-enough!

Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch ★★★★☆ - Another ARC I got from the same event and liked much better. Cool Jennifer's Body-esque premise, snappy voice, and a fun protagonist in the murdered and vengeful Annie. Perfect Halloween vibes!

Dragonhaven ★★★★☆ - Also pre-screened for book club so I shouldn't talk too much about it but I can't help myself (@ book club LOOK AWAY) I wasn't expecting much from this book because I've heard Robin McKinley fans voice their disappointment in it, but it turns out I'm the exact niche target audience for this. National Park politics and conservation science struggles and zookeeping?? I'm seated. I can see why others didn't like the pacing, but I was nodding along like "Yes, the difficulty of procuring grad students to come study dragons, of course. Do go on"

[title withheld; SMP] - I didn't realize this was an SMP book until I was halfway through it. Oops. A shame they still don't have their act together, because I'd love to talk about this one.

The Name of the Wind ★★★★★ - A title I've heard raved about a million times by a zillion people, so naturally I picked it as one of my BBC 2024 summer reading challenge books to see if it lived up to the hype. IMO it does! Fun, poetic writing style, cool framing device, and interesting worldbuilding and magic system. Curious to read the sequel.

Better Left Buried ★★★☆☆ - Another ARC. Cute queer YA murder mystery that I honestly don't have much to say about other than "it was cute."

The Body in the Library ★★★1/2☆ - And another book club pre-screen book. My first Miss Marple! Mostly elevated by having an interesting ending twist and class themes.

Rose Daughter ★★★☆☆ - And to no one's surprise, my final book of the month was also pre-screening for Bella's Book Club. Very pretty writing and it was fun to read while wearing a bit of rose oil (smell-o-vision!) but I didn't loooove the pacing and overall prefer Robin McKinley's other Beauty and the Beast retelling, Beauty.

DNF

A Reaper at the Gates (50%) - I sprinted through book 1 and walked sedately through book 2 of the Ember in the Ashes series, but this one (book 3) was taking me forever to read (and is almost 700 pages), and I was impatient to move on and read other stuff. Reaper at the Gates was decently interesting and I still care about the characters, but the timing just wasn't right. Will probably pick this series back up later.

July superlatives

[adventuremaker21]

Gravity Winx: Freedom of Fashion

A Month of May-bel one shot from my winx club/gravity falls crossover AU, featuring the chaotic yet harmonic friendship between Stella and Mabel, two of the eight members of the Winx Club

(Takes place during the first semester of year one)

“Almost done…” Mabel said as she finished straightening her desk as she then saw a photo of her two closest friends from the summer, Candy and Grenda. She hopes they’re ok. As she sees the picture, she sniffles up a bit, missing them. At that moment, a knock was on her door.

“Hey sparkles!!” Stella said from the other side. “Mind if I come in?”

“Ooh, Stella? Yea, please!” Mabel said as she lets her in. Stella then sees that Mabel’s side is peak Mabel-core, while Dipper’s side is unkept due to his nature.

“Nothing says good feelings like a well decorated room, even if you have to share it with someone who once went 2 weeks without a shower,” Stella said, remembering it. As she did, she sees Mabel sniffling. “What’s wrong? Is dipper’s dirty laundry getting you you… like how it’s getting to me.”

Mabel wiped her eyes. “No no, not that. It’s just that… I miss my friends I made over the summer.”

“Ooh, your better parts!” Stella reminded herself. “I wish they could visit, but the last time someone tried to sneak non-relatives here, they all got turned into toads for a week thanks to Griselda the Ghool.”

“And if they get turned into toads, they’ll never forgive me!” Mabel then made herself more upset. “I wish I could contact them.”

“Hey hey, cheer up Mabel,” Stella said while hugging Mabel. “You’ll see them soon.” While she was hugging her, she got an idea. “Hey Mabel!! Wanna help me with this new dress I’m putting together? I’m having a bit of a brain block and need a second opinion, and I don’t trust anyone else in this dragon-forsaken universe except you for this.”

“Wait, really? Not even your closest fashion advisors?” Mabel asked curiously.

“Nope. They don’t have the vision you clearly have,” Stella said as she patted her head. “You have heart, you got spirit, and you got more fashion pizzazz then all of them put together.”

“Then what are you waiting for, let’s do it!!” Mabel yelled happily as the two of them went into Stella’s fashion studio, or known to her roommate Bloom, their shared bedroom.

“Luckily Bloom’s out for the day trying to figure out if that Diaspro girl from the Beta Academy is worth trusting,” Stella told her younger bestie.

“You mean the rock fairy who Bloom caught kissing her crush Sky?” Mabel remembered.

“That’s the one! Anywho, she won’t be back until way later tonight, so let’s go ham!” Stella declared as she showed Mabel what she has so far. It was a long orange dress with a feathery tail behind it

“It’s got a certian… aviary theme to its delicate design,” Mabel inspected as she thought of an idea. “WE SHOULD ADD GLITTER!!”

“Of course, glitter!!” Stella exclaimed. “I knew it was missing something!! And while we’re on it, we should give it matching arm bands that look like wings!!”

“With pretty designs that make it look peacock like?” Mabel offered.

“I don’t know what a peacock is, but if it’s based off of the Solarian Eyewatcher Bird, then I am all over it!” Stella accepted as the two began their great work, with their harmonized mindsets and visions coming together to create something… unique. Something that screams the unbreakable bond between these two Winx fairies.

“We should add a smoke machine!” Mabel suggested.

“And jewels to help the feathers shine,” Stella added.

“And fans so see show that your outfit can fly in place,” Mabel also added.

“AND DRESS POCKETS SO YOU WON'T BE WEIGHED DOWN BY HANDBAGS!!” Both Mabel and Stella suggested at the same time, gasping as they truly understood one another.

“You are now my new bestie,” Stella said as she pulled Mabel into a hug.

“I thought Bloom was your bestie,” Mabel asked her.

“Ok, yea, all the winx club are my besties, but you’re my fashion bestie!! Bloom’s my magic bestie, Musa is my revenge bestie, dipper is my paranormal bestie, Flora is my potions bestie, tecna is my social media bestie, and Layla is my royal bestie!” Stella listed out without taking a breath.

“Aaawwwww, thank you!!” Mabel said as she hugged Stella again. “It actually meant alot to do this today.”

“No problem,” Stella told her as she got another idea. “And tell you what, one day when we’re not swamped with annoying homework or Trix-centric shenagans, why don’t I help you see your two summer friends and tell them the truth of what you are.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Mabel agreed as a new pact was created between these two.

“Then it’s a promise. I’ll help you see Gummy and Grettel, or my name isn't Stella Straffi,” Stella proclaimed.

“Their names are Candy and Grenda, Stella,” Mabel corrected her.

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 3

Ominis x MC

Summary - Before the year kicks off Lucan gathers all available students for Crossed Wands. Not wanting his duelling club to fall by the wayside, he calls upon outside members of the club to make things…interesting.

I loved crossed wands!! Wish more of the students participated. Maybe I’ll write something for how I think each would duel?

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Also I’m completely aware that Snape created the Muffliato charm but I thought about it and I had to do it!!

Warnings - Violence? Just a bit of duelling, just a continuation of before

Word Count - 3150

~

The next few days were rocky but things were finally looking up. Sebastian had in fact been selected for the Tri Wizard Tournament and after the initial horror, Sebastian was correct. Everyone had rallied around him to lend their aid. Poppy had suggested they tend to some of the nearby nesting Dragons due to the popularity of the Dragon Egg challenge. Garreth had promised to brew any potion that he needed with the inclusion that he would follow the instructions exactly. Despite what happened, frequently, in potions class, Garreth was a skilled Potioneer he just had a tendency to make it up as he went along.

They had the luxury of a few more weeks of prep before the games began so, for the meantime, classes continued as usual. Sebastian suspected that they put off the announcement ceremony until Evelyn had gotten back from her travels with the hopes she would put her name forward. She hadn’t, much to the chagrin of the Headmaster and many of her fellow seventh years, so the name calling ceremony took place.

Lucan Brattleby had scrambled together as many of the seventh years for the their last Crossed Wands tournament.

“I will not be upstaged by some centuries old cup” Lucan protested “Please we have to shake it up this year. Evelyn. I’m on my knees.” His hands clasped together begging for her participation

“Okay okay I’ll compete” she laughed “Honestly I think you can count on Seb too he’s not going to pass up on the opportunity to take my title AND become Tri Wizard Champion”

“Excellent, I’ve talked Imelda and Poppy into it this year, and I’ve changed the rules too. Anything goes, Imelda said she’d only do it if she could cast from her broom and so long as she stays in the Bell Tower, I’m game” Lucan practically shook from excitement “I was hoping you could try and convince Ominis to duel, you’ve seen him fight right?” He continued in hushed tones looking over at the gaggle of Slytherins collected by the practise dummies.

“Yes. He’s quite formidable, very restrained, and poised too. I’ll see what I can do”

“Ah I could kiss you!! Thank you so much. Rounds start in 10 let me know”

Evelyn began her approach but noticed Ominis walking towards her. He put a hand flat out to stop her, shaking his head.

“Before you say anything, it’s a no” he said smirking

“Oh come on Ominis, don’t you want to take Sebastian down a few pegs.”

“As I told you, multiple times in fifth year, Sebastian never backs down from a fight. I don’t fancy facing that” his eyebrows furrowed as though remembering something “…again”

“But it’s getting so boring facing Sebastian at the top, I could really use some variety” she poked at his chest exaggerating her words “Aaaaand wouldn’t you like to show Sebastian just how much he’s annoyed you these past few years. It’s a great stress relief pummelling him into the ground. Please?”

He could never say no to her.

“Okay fine…” she began clapping excitedly. “If you help me out with something afterwards”

“Of course. I’d’ve helped you anyway. Win Win for me” she bounced up to kiss him on the cheek “Can’t wait to throughly destroy you, Gaunt”

Once the sound of Evelyns footsteps disappeared into the congregation of Crossed Wands fans, Ominis turned back to his other friends, touching his cheek.

“What was that about?” Sebastian said smugly

“Could something actually happen between you two this year? I’m growing bored watching you dance around each other” he heard a soft thwack of fabric eliciting a reaction from Imelda “What? I know you think the same”

“Don’t you think I’ve had this conversation with him before. He says the same thing every single time” Sebastian said

“Can someone enlighten me as to what is going on?” Ominis asked getting more and more aggravated each passing moment

“She kissed you, you fool. I know you’re blind but you’re not stupid” Imelda said equally annoyed

“She…she does it all the time, it means nothing” he lied, that was the first time she had kissed him. It was a friendly kiss though. Nothing more. Right?

“See? Told you. Same response every time” Sebastian said exasperated. “Next he’ll say that they’re just friends and he values her friendship”

“Enough of this! This is getting childish. I’m ending this conversation before one of us says something they’ll regret” he looked in Sebastian’s general direction. He had enough on him that any number of things could spill from his mouth.

As the evening dragged on more and more people filtered in to watch the spectacle. When the duels took place a huge crowd gathered by the portcullis to peer in, some sat on brooms hovering above everyone else to get a better view. As it got closer and closer to the semi finals, the overhead walkways of the Bell Tower began filling with people too, many belonging to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons to see what Hogwarts really had to offer.

The final four ended up being a Slytherin sweep. Sebastian and Evelyn were a given, what with them being the best dualists in the school but Ominis and Imelda had surprised everyone. Ominis ended rounds quickly and decisively with little to no room for error. If you made a mistake, you lost. Imelda had also been found to be quite difficult to hit on her broom, whereas she had no trouble casting from it at all.

Imelda and Evelyn went first. Imelda stood no chance against the reigning Hogwart’s Crossed Wands Champion and every time she mounted her broom or got just barely off the ground, Evelyn slammed her back down, all while protecting her broom. She knew Imelda loved that thing and they had become quite close. A quick Accio caused it to float delicately toward Evelyn’s hands. And with that, Imelda forfeit. Surprising to everyone present, she wasn’t bitter, she jumped up, giving Evelyn’s a quick hug before taking up her broom again for the final few fights.

Next up was Sebastian and Ominis. Sebastian’s tactic was to try and overwhelm Ominis immediately and hope that, that was enough. He cast out a volley of several offensive spells to which Ominis deflected them all. He stood twirling his wand around waiting for the next volley when Sebastian apparated closer to him.

“Come on Ominis, fight back!” He growled through gritted teeth

“Ah but it’s so much more fun listening to you struggle to land a hit”

With another gruff sigh, Sebastian threw out more spells, all ended up deflected or bouncing off a well timed Protego. Ominis laughed, throwing out the first spell and landing it directly at Sebastian’s chest. The Depulso threw him back against the pile of practise dummies and with a final Descendo, the dummies crumpled against the ground, collapsing under the pressure as Sebastian looked to be struggling with gravity itself.

“I yield!!” Sebastian barked “Merlin, I never knew you had that in you” he said as Ominis offered him a hand.

“Yes you did” Ominis squeezed his hand knowingly as Sebastian took it.

“That means it’s Ominis and Evelyn in the final round Witches and Wizards. The Heir of Salazar Slytherin vs The Hero of Hogwarts” Lucan bellowed casting a general Repairo on the stage. The practise dummies ballooned back out and returned to their original position whilst the crack in the stone from Ominis’ unrelenting Descendo sealed itself over.

Whilst Imelda and Sebastian took up their positions, Ominis and Evelyn secured themselves at the front of the crowd. They had they’re heads buried together talking and Evelyn waved a hand through the portcullis to get they’re attention.

“Don’t take this too seriously you two, remember you’re fighting for third” Evelyn flashed them a grin. Ominis let out a singular laugh as she linked her arm with his. They watched the fireworks display of spells volley past them with vague interest.

“Congratulations on that win” she said squeezing his bicep “I’ve never seen someone cast Descendo continuously like that. That crack in the stone? There must have been a terrible amount of pressure on Sebastian. No wonder he conceded”

“You can see for yourself if you like. But I had something much more interesting in line for you” he cocked his head down to her ear so she could hear him over the crowd. His breathe swayed the hairs falling on the side of her face and she felt herself turning red.

Do not let a silly school girl crush destroy your winning streak.

She locked her jaw and pursed her lips. Not that he could see her sudden shift in her face, but it helped her feel more confident in her words

“Don’t let it get to your head though, you’ve just secured second best duellist in the school” her tone was mocking but he could hear the glee in her voice. He laughed breathily down her ear, sending tingles down her spine.

“Shall we see?” He ushered her forward ahead of him to the stage.

She had missed Sebastian and Imelda’s duel completely, but from their faces she gathered that Sebastian had won. He was riling up the crowd for the final duel, pacing in the front row, two fingers sticking forward from his face like a snakes tongue, hissing. Soon, the whole crowd was a sea of serpents, with the Slytherin students getting particularly into the impromptu chant.

“Ready?” Ominis mouthed from the opposite side of the room. Something about the curve of his mouth and his whole demeanour, frightened her. No it wasn’t fear. Her chest felt tight and her skin was ablaze but she wasn’t scared, more…vulnerable?

“Anything goes…right Brattleby? He asked raising his head high and rolling his sleeves. Had he always been so…arrogant? And why was she okay with it? This sort of behaviour would usually immediately turn her off, she’d seen it with Leander multiple times. But this was different. Regal. Domineering. Attractive?

With the agreement made from Lucan, he cast off the starting flare, hitting the Bell Towers pendulum and the slow chug of the portcullis lowering began. The metallic rattle shook the arena and silenced the crowd immediately.

She turned her head, assessing her surroundings and she noticed, Ominis mirrored her, exactly.

How?

She shifted her feet pacing in the opposite direction and, again, he copied her exact moves.

“Is there something a matter?” He called to her and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Enough of this” she spat, casting out a flurry of spells. As he had with Sebastian he blocked them all but he hadn’t counted on her continuing. Though she’d cast it wordlessly, he knew it was Confringo based on the light aroma of burning wood and the blast that he took to his chest. He coughed out his next breathe, patted down his tie and loosening it as he did.

“Serpensortia…” he sneered and a bright white snake fell from the tip of his wand “Engorgio” it’s tiny lithe body bubbled grotesquely until a huge snake wrapped itself around half of the court. Screams came from onlookers but Evelyn, simply giggled. So he was going to use Parseltongue. Interesting. She heard Sebastian hollering from crowd, the only other person, she suspected, who knew what he was doing.

The snakes body coiled around Ominis’ feet as it’s head hovered close to his shoulder. His fingers skimmed under the snakes jaw as he whispered in its ear, no doubt trying to hide his gift. Was she jealous of a snake right now?

Following up on its masters wishes the snakes jaw unhinged and hissed violently towards Evelyn. It shot out toward her and she laughed maniacally. She was sure the other schools would think she was mad but, snakes were always, such beautiful creatures. And under Ominis’ control she knew she didn’t have to fear it.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis, I’m going to have to kill your little pet here” she wound her wand around her fingers gathering all the ancient magic she could. As she had done many times with spiders, she pulled the beast towards her shrinking it as it flew through the air. The, now tiny, beasts body hit her hand and it flaked to blue ash, dissipating in the cool spring breeze. She looked back at Ominis, a second too late to see the purple light of Accio flying toward her. G

She felt the tug of her collar lift her slightly from the ground, the tips of her shoes dragging across the stone as Ominis yanked her towards him. His fingertips grazed the skin of her chest as he grabbed at her clothing. The telltale sting of his touch seared across her collarbone.

“You really should keep your eyes on me” he chuckled softly “Do you concede?” He asked whipping his wand to press delicately against her temple and bringing her towards him. She writhed against his grasp as she pondered her next move. There was something but it was awful to do…especially to him. Placing her free hand against his chest to stabilise herself, she flicked her wand to his ear.

“Muffliato” she spat and he immediately let go. His hands flew to his ears trying to block out the many voices he was now hearing. He smirked, eyes darting around to try and hone in on her.

“Very clever” he shot back through gritted teeth.

Though on paper it may have seemed pleasant, having his mind filled with her voice, but it was anything but. Whispers and screams all overlapped fighting for attention at the forefront of his mind, each saying a different spell or incantation. Occasionally, her voice would ring forward with his name and he would turn in its direction. An instinct he now wished hadn’t become embedded in his very core.

Evelyn snapped her fingers a few times in front of Ominis to verify if her charm had worked. No reaction. She puffed her cheeks out in a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bad. She watched his eyes dart around, and his erratic movements trying to seek her out, without his most dominant sense.

“Expelliar-“ she began before being cut short.

His hand flew to around her wrist, pulling her arm up and closer to him. She stood stretched upwards in front of him as she had to his Accio, only now, he dropped his face to hers. He was mere inches away.

“I’ll ask again” he whispered “Do you concede?”

“I still have my wand…Depulso” she barked causing enough of a blast between them both that they each went flying. They both landed and took up their wands.

“Confringo!” They cast simultaneously. The spell colliding mid field and as they both maintained the cast, the flaming lashes continued between the two of them. The roaring core of their spells bled out onto the stone, blackening where it touched. They stayed locked in their tug of war for a few moments before Lucan intervened.

“Enough!” He bellowed full of joy. His voice startling them both, interrupting the spell casting. “I think we have a first here at Crossed Wands today. A DRAW. We can’t stand here all night watching you two trade blows. Congratulations to our reigning and new Crossed Wands Champions!”

The crowd sang out with uproarious applause. Evelyn smiled widely, clapping for her competitors as Ominis walked over to her. He grinned back at her and bowed deeply, before taking her hand. They raised they’re hands high and both bowed to the crowd.

~

The crowd at the Bell Tower courtyard dispersed quickly. It was late and the Great Halls feast was only moments away. Ominis, Imelda, Evelyn and Sebastian walked together for dinner, occasionally being stopped by another student to congratulate them all on how well they did.

“I’m just saying, if those two are joint first, then I’m technically, technically, still second best in the school” Sebastian argued

“I don’t think that’s how it works. Does that make me third best?” Imelda asked

“Not with that shoddy display in there, Darling” he said mockingly. Imelda scoffed and pushed him through the doors to the Great Hall.

“We’ll collect some food and we can get out of here” Ominis said, squeezing Evelyn’s shoulder indicating he was talking to her. He felt her stiffen up and then immediately relax, her hand lightly brushing across his knuckles.

“Oh I had forgotten about that. It’s late are you sure you want to do it tonight? I don’t mind helping you over the weekend? I’m free Sund-”

“Oh no no you’re not getting out of this that easily. I seem to remember you saying you would ‘thoroughly destroy me’ How did that work out for you?” he teased collecting a few pastries “I’d say you owe me double no-“ he turned and bumped into a figure stood entirely too close to him. “Watch where you’re standing” he snapped

“Oh my you are blind. Mmm well that makes your victory at your little duelling club all the more impressive” a lithe French voice rang out from below him. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

“I didn’t win” he stated matter of factly “My friend here is a formidable opponent. I share my ‘Victory’ with her” his hand gestured to where he knew Evelyn was stood. He felt a silent rage wash over him with the heat emanating from her direction.

Imelda was clutching Sebastian’s arm willing him to listen to this display. He sat mouth agape eyes darting between Ominis, Evelyn and the Beauxbatons student. Imelda grinned evilly watching Evelyn, indulging in the drama of it all.

“You are too kind, too…humble.” The beauxbaton student placed the palm of her hand against his chest, leaning further into him. His neck craned backwards as she spoke up into his face “An excellent display, one I would have obviously expected from the Noble House of Gaunt” she kissed his cheek before leaving, the click of her heels against stone conveying her giddy gait.

A sickening silence fell over the four as they awkwardly gathered food. Ominis was the first to break it.

“What in Merlin’s name was that about?”

“Seems you have an admirer” Imelda’s voice was smug as she looked at Evelyn

Don’t. Start. Evelyn mouthed. Imelda shrugged and took a swig of her pumpkin juice, wiggling her eyebrows as she did.

You okay? Sebastian asked silently, before Evelyn could answer Ominis interrupted

“I can hear you mouthing to one and other! You know I hate that” he sighed “I think I’ve had enough socialising for one day” and he turned to walk away. When he didn’t hear Evelyn’s footsteps behind him, he stopped, turned and extended his hand towards her “Still not getting out of this Eve.” His fingers twitched slightly beckoning her forward “Come”

Masterlist

[cryptidsurveys]

Sunday, November 10th, 2024.

One of your friends tells you they are going to train to become a cop. Your reaction? It would surprise me if Ollie told me that because they've never expressed an interest in that profession, but I probably wouldn't have much of a reaction. I might ask them why out of curiosity, but that's about it.

Would you ever consider working for the government? Naw. Honestly, working at the animal shelter is the only job I can see myself doing long term. I don't think I could bring the same level of passion and commitment to anything else.

If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real, what would you draw? Lmao, if only I could draw.

Your boots were made for: Nonexistence. I am considering purchasing a pair of boots, though. My flimsy ass 15 dollar Walmart shoes are not holding up against all the slush and snow.

The last person you would want to be stranded on a desert island with is: Excluding serial killers, cannibals, and obvious answers like that…let's go with Alex.

Your partner takes an airplane trip. The plane disappears and is never found. How long do you wait for them to return before you begin looking for a new partner? I would probably just assume they were deceased, but that doesn't mean I would immediately begin looking for another partner. Even if they died from some more common cause, I would still have to go through the grieving process, and I can't exactly predict how long that would take.

What would you like to touch? A few weeks ago, I would have said HUMPHREY. But we can pet him now. :')

Does anything you own glow in the dark? I have some glow-in-the-dark stars on my walls.

Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Dragon.

Do things just always go right for you? They do have a funny way of working out in the end, but I have to go through a lot of shit first.

Are you more like Spongebob who does nothing right but still everything good happens to, or like Squidward who tries to do things right and ends up having nothing good happen to him? Both. Considering how stupid I've been, life has been incredibly merciful. But then there are times when I'm just like…fvck. I'm trying my best. Can I puh-lease catch a break?

Has learning to spell become obsolete? No.

Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? I'm not in constant conflict with anyone, but like I mentioned in a recent survey, tensions are arising in cattery again. I'm going to do my best to stay out of it and refrain from choosing sides, but I'm also kind of bummed out. I guess it's human nature, though. Can't group people together without some inevitable gossip/drama.

What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? There are things I won't talk about with just anyone, but it's not as though I never talk about them. I "hide" a lot about my personal life because it's no one's business. I don't want their input or judgement.

Are you every parent’s wet dream? I mean…why you gotta say it like that…

Everyone starts in the garden of Eden but no one can stay there. Why not?

Would you want to join a club that would have you as a member?

When you are exposed to the artwork (poetry, painting etc) of a friend, family member, or acquaintance, how likely are you to criticize it? Unless they specifically asked me for a critique, then I probably wouldn't give one. I would just enjoy it for what it was.

Do you mentally reject people? Before speaking to them? Depends on the situation. Sometimes I don't need to speak to someone to know I want nothing to do with them.

Are you arrogant? About what? I don't think so.

Name the ten bands you are the biggest fan of: This is tough because I'm more of a "song here, song there" type of person. I'm not a big fan of any one band (or ten bands) in particular.

Big nose, is it ugly or does it give the face character? I don't really care what someone's nose looks like.

Who has rejected you? Who have you rejected? Diane still won't make eye contact or interact with me unless she absolutely has to, and I'm just like damn, do you really despise me that much? Over what was essentially your own behavior?

Natural body odor or perfumes and colognes? I don't wear perfume/cologne, but I do wear deodorant.

When you hear someone make a joke about something, will you later make the same joke to someone else as if you had just thought it up? Maybe not as though I made it up, but I'm not necessarily going to interrupt the flow or delivery just to be like, btw, here's my source.

What if someone just says something intelligent, would you use what they said later as if you had made it up? Same as above. Not trying to steal credit or steal someone's thunder, but at some point, I'm going to consider the information integrated into my own thought process.

Ever think about moving to Alaska to live as a hermit? Every fvcking day of my fvcking life.

You are interested in a potential mate who is already attached. Do you encourage him or her to leave their current catch or try to find someone all alone? Not interested in trying to wreck someone's relationship. Plus, if they would leave their partner for me, then they would probably leave me for someone else just as easily.

Do you play in the snow? I have.

Are you an angel in disguise?

Are you a rockstar only no one knows it yet? Naw.

Why do you choose to listen to the music you listen to? Makes me feel good.

Does music these days suck? Some is good, some is bad. That's probably true for every era of music.

Do you find desolation and darkness sometimes beautiful? I am a huge fan of darkness. Maybe not so much desolation (although I do often find it beautiful), but darkness is just so cozy. I have the opposite form of seasonal depression. I hate it when it's all sunny all the time. I need snow and rain and gloom to thrive.

[cjcraziness]

Fe OC Week - Day 2 - Relationships and Friendships @fe-oc-week

Name: Regulus

Basic Info here and picture:

Regulus has Supports with ten individuals that are part of the Divine Dragon's Army (as well as with the Divine One), he has particularly close friendships with Boucheron and Lindon. He has 6 paired-endings (both romantic and platonic).

His two main relationships are with Boucheron or Ivy. (I prefer him with Boucheron the most)

Due to Regulus often seeming big-headed, brash and sometimes hyper-fixated on planning, strategy and his hobbies when people first meet him, he does struggle when making friends. Yet, as people get to know him they will see he does these things to help others, he is passionate about improving the lives of the people around him and in the future those of his Hometown and Country.

Boucheron

Boucheron and Regulus share a love of reading and the outdoors (although Regulus likes cold places). The Mage has a soft spot for romance and rom-com novels, which he usually hides under the covers of magic texts and has told no one, but Boucheron knows of this secret.

While Regulus isn't the biggest fan of hiking (not much for exercise) he does enjoy it with Boucheron and always ensures they have the area well-mapped out and the route is planned to a tee.

The two start a weekly Book Club where they spend time reading a (usually romance) novel in the Orchard together, it is just the two of them most of the time, though occasionally others will join them.

The two have unique mealtime dialogue mentioning this.

Dining with Boucheron:

Regulus - “Remember we have Book Club later, in the orchard. Do you want me to draw a map for you to get there again?”

Boucheron - "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can make it there on my own this time. But I'll remember to bring the book this time..."

Regulus also has unique dialogue if Boucheron died in battle.

If Boucheron died – “A gentle giant with a love of books... I’ll miss our reading sessions. But maybe not the tears. Goodbye, Boucheron.”

They have a romantic pair-ending together.

Ivy

Regulus bonds with Ivy over their shared views of Elusia, the want to rebuild and better their Country, problematic family and being against the Sombron doctrine. Regulus is rather amazed that the Crown Princess of the Country he holds dear regards him as someone with important opinions and not a simple Commoner.

Ivy is a bit exasperated by the fellow Mage at first, but they open up to one another and become close confidents. Regulus swears his loyalty to the Crown Princess and that he will do everything he his power to help his Country after the War.

In their spare time, they are both found wandering the Somniel gardens together with Regulus fussing how Ivy is not cold in her (definitely not winter) dresses.

Dining with Ivy:

Regulus - “I’m dining with the Crown Princess of Elusia! Is everything to your liking? Do you need anything, your Highness?”

Ivy - "Oh... Please calm down, Regulus... You should be more excited about the Divine One than myself."

Post Battle Exploration for Chapter 11 -

Regulus – “I am happy a member of Elusian Royalty has joined us. I hear Princess Ivy is a powerful Mage and will aid us well.”

They have a romantic pair-ending together.

Lindon

Regulus and the elthunder-obsessed Sage, Lindon, have much in common when it comes to a shared interest in magic and using it to do new things. The two do some experiments together, though Regulus is more theoretical and focussed on magic that could assist people, than the randomness Lindon usually causes.

Some of the others on the Somniel mention that the two should not be left alone together. Regulus sees the older Mage as a sort of mentor/ parent-like figure, one that encourages his magical abilities that he never got while at home.

The two have unique mealtime dialogue.

Dining with Lindon:

Regulus - “Please don't use elthunder on this meal, Lindon. I do not want a repeat of last time!”

Lindon - "But what about the effects it could cause? Where is your sense of magical adventure young Mage?"

Regulus also has unique dialogue if Lindon died in battle.

If Lindon died – “For all his magical prowess, it was not enough... But at least he will be reunited with his dear wife. I'm sorry, Lindon. I'll miss you.”

They have a platonic pair-ending together.

Other Close Friendships and Relationships

Regulus has close friendships with Alcryst and Zelkov (and the Divine One), and paired-ending with them both. Alcryst's is platonic while Zelkov's can be seen as romantic (not specified).

[kandadiff]

Unhinged (4) : How Do I Make You Love Me?

~~ This is a flashback chapter~~

Funhouse was at the top of there game, mercenaries for the highest bidder. We worked for all the families and big names in the tri-state area, meaning we were supposed to be untouchable. Why we did was not personal (for the most part), it was business and most seemed to understand that. With a few hiccups here and there, but people liked us. We had good personality, were reliable when hired and skilled at the services we provided. 

I had spent a lot of time with an offshoot of the Red Dragon’s that resided in New York. So much so that I was briefly flirting with the idea of getting engaged to a leader of theres. Choi Seunghyun. He asked me during an expensive dinner in a fancy restaurant but left alone when I told him I wasn’t sure of my choice. And rather then have me stew in the confusion of an answer, you, Katya and Makayla dragged us to a party thrown in the lavish Playhouse bar owned by the Clown Prince himself. Thats how I met Negan. 

He was in the VIP area chatting up some leggy blonde and before I knew it, he was sitting in the booth with me. Claiming to be a big fan from what his best friend tells him. I wanted to ignore every word that came from his mouth after he said that... What kind of person would call J his best friend? But I like to think I entertained his conversation at first because of your obsession with J. To my surprise, Negan was incredible charming and interesting, much more then the usual men in the game, whose entire personailties were either crazed ranting or showing off money. Negan didn't need to show off anything, his aura oozed power and his deep voice commanded respect and attention as soon as he opened his mouth. I found myself disappointed when we had to leave the club and elated when he asked me out on a date. 

“I told you, I might be engaged.” I said with a teasing smirk, Seunghyun’s face fleeting across my mind. Negan ran his hand over his beard and chuckled. 

“Might be? Seems like you don’t want to be. Like you'd rather be here with me?” He leaned towards me “Shit, between you and me, this is the most fun I've had at these shitty fucking parties.”

I shook my head and couldn’t help but giggle. “You say that to her?” I asked motioning to the blonde, he was talking to who now spent her entire night shooting me dirty looks. 

“Fuck no” He scoffed and looked at me, a smirk painting his lips. “She’s was putting me half to fucking sleep when talking. You,” he rested his arm around my shoulder. “I like you. You do something to me.”

“Get your dick hard?” I replied unimpressed and tossed his hand from my shoulder. “I heard about you... you got a harem of girls, right?” Negan was fun, and might be a good ally and better entertainment for the moment. But I heard about his womanizing ways and the fact he was so close to J was a turn-off for sure. 

To my surprise he laughed. “I guess I’m fucking irresistible.” At that I laughed and looked at him shaking my head. “Fine,” he shrugged brushing off the rejection “how about I become your friend.”

“My friend?” I repeated amused. He nodded “Not my friend with benefits.”

“Shit, if you want to sweeten the package-”

“No,” I laughed shaking my head. 

“I’m kidding.” he laughed, leaning over and waved for a waiter to refresh out drinks. “Just your friend, a true friend, nothing else.” he says then adds “Without your permission, of course.” 

I couldn’t help but shake my head smiling “So your going to watch shitty movies with me, gossip and help me move my stuff when I move into a new house?” He nods to each challenge. “And keep your hands to yourself?” He holds up both his hands and crosses his fingers over his heart. “Just friends?”

“Yes, little princess, I swear.” he says the nickname making my heart inwardly flutter but I tried to stop it, thinking instead of the rock of a ring occupying Seunghyun’s drawer. “You’ve never had a friend like me.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever had a friend like ME.” I corrected as the waiter came back with our drinks on a plate. I thanked him and he rushed off to another table. “Cheers then.” I clicked my glass with his “to friendship.”

Negan’s protective nature was evident.Over the next month and a half, we saw each other every week and chatted nearly everyday. He started growing closer to you, especially and introduced you to Shawn - He even won Draven’s favor. He worried about us a lot - despite the unspoken rule of don't kill the messengers of crimes (us) hired help still died. A lot especially with the rise of two new gangs in the city who killed whoever they deemed disrespected them. 

“The shit you say sometimes,” he said from his couch as I rolled my eyes pouring him his cup of whiskey alone in his big house which was a rare commodity When I first came here I expected it to be like the playboy bunny manor which rooms lines with women but the girlfriends he had - I never saw, similarly when he called me when I was out with a man, I lied and told him I was with a friend, it was almost like a game for us. “Those low life fucks will take anything as a fucking insult and if they touch you.”

“I can handle myself, big daddy.” I missed the look on his face when I called him that. Instead I passed my assurance to him through his drink and settling down next to him to watch the newest slot in a long running horror franchise. “They’re mostly talk.” I said and he eyed me suspiciously. I ignored his looks and settled into his side. We were only partially in the movie when Negan leaned over me and hit the large bruises I was hiding from him under my shirt. 

“What happened?” He asked as a pain shot through me. They were still fairly fresh and very tender. I shook my head “I can see your fucking face” he said but I shifted so I was sitting up straight, trying not to make it to obvious. He yanked my towards him and lifted ignoring when I called out his name and told him to stop. It wasn’t until he let go of my shirt and shot up calling for Simon when I saw his rage filled face. “Who did that?”

“Negan, its nothing.” I shook my head “can we just finish the movie?”

“Its not nothing! you look like a fucking Dalmatian!” He seethed and leaned down in front of me, taking my hands in his and his hazel eyes bored into mine. “Who was it?” His gaze was so intense I looked away.

“You should see the other guys.”

“I am not going to fucking ask again.” he said darkly. “Who. did. that?”

“Louis Tomlinsoon and his brother William.” I whispered recalling the previous night, Liam angrily left me stranded at a bar out of town when both men couldn't exactly take rejection all that well. I told them I wasn’t interested and they put there hands on me. “I handled it.”

“I’m going to fucking kill them.” he shot up as Simon entered the room, confused but alert. 

“Negan.” I said shaking my head. Half of me wanted to think he was joking, maybe he'd report them to the cops - his brother was a police officer ( granted a corrupt one but stilll a cop) but another part of me, the smarter part, knew he meant every word. 

“No one lays a fucking finger on my princess.” his words dripped poison. “They have to pay for that shit. Its my fucking job to protect you. If they disrespect you, they fucking disrespect me.”

He told me to wait in his room for him to get back, but I followed him and Simon. I watched as he entered the house and slaughtered all the occupants inside. He left Louis and William for last after making them beg for forgiveness. I saw how he beat the boys to piles of bone, brain and blood with his bat. The way he cursed at them, the way he beat them with no forgiveness all for me. I was admittedly a little shaken, I was used to the Red Dragon’s subtle assassin like way of killing. This was rage, this was hate, this wasn’t a warning, this was a promise. Anyone who crossed Negan would meet a brutal end. And he had done this all for me. That should have been red flag - the lengths he was willing to go for me. 

I stepped in the room to reveal myself blood coating my shoes and feet. I stood stunned by the door, the smell of death hung heavy in the air. “Kid,” Simon saw me first and Negan looked back as Simon approached. Both flecked in copper smelling blood. “You shouldn’t have to see this.” he gently took my arm about to lead me out but I stood my ground. Staring at the carnage, the horrific images burning into my memory. “Come on.” He said pulling me but I shook my head looking up at Negan. He looked at me with a stoic look on his face. 

Silence hung between us until he walked over to me, the blood soaked bat swinging by his side. “Are you scared?” He said his voice unreadable. He stood on my right side, looming over me like death over his graveyard. 

“Should I be?” My voice was softer then I intended it to be.

His hand gently took my chin, forcing me to look at him. “What do you think?”

“No.” I breathed out holding his wrist that lay on my face. “I trust you.” That was the truth and it seemed to be sealed with a tender kiss to my forehead. The gentle kiss contrasting sharply with the carnage that lay across the house.

“You have me wrapped around your little fucking finger, princess. I’d burn this fucking world down to keep you warm.” He said. That was our first kiss, standing in the aftermath of a blood bath. 

The good times didn’t last. I knew Negan’s harem was still a thing and they lived in compound. But I never had to see them, Simon told me Negan sent them away when I came. They were all but retired until they tried to make a stand and try and seduce the man in charge. I walked in on them with you in Negans room. Two of them wearing nothing but whipped cream on their bodies laying in his bed. When confronted they said the day before I was there he slept with the two other girls. 

Taking my revenge, I got a boyfriend. He was smart member of Red Dragon’s who ran his own crew, Namjoon Kim. I had went out with him a few times, ignoring Negan’s texts and calls. I was actually getting ready for a date with him when Negan knocked on my door. He let himself in. I screamed at him and he yelled at me, both angry. Until I slapped him.

“Don't you fucking hit me again." He warned and I went to punch him but he jerked me forward and I missed completely. "Stop!" He ordered "We are going to fucking talk this out. Like goddamn adults!"

“Go fuck your whores and leave me alone!” I shouted at him.

“How much times do I have to fucking tell you!” He pushed his body on mine “That was a fucking lie! I haven’t even fucking touched them-”

“They told me!” I screamed pushing past him and walking to the bedroom, hoping to lock him out. “I walked in on them naked and waiting for you!”

“I had nothing to do with that!” He followed me pushing the door open when I tried to close it. 

“How would you feel if you walked if you knew I fucked Namjoon!” I screamed pushing him back when he tried to touch me. “Get the fuck off of me!” His face grew angry. 

“He touched you?” He said his tone chilling but I was too angry too care. 

“Yeah” I scoffed “he fucked me just like you fucked those girls.” His jaw tightened. “Guess what?” I said trying to hurt him “I. fucking. loved. it!” He grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to him in one swift motion. 

“Watch your fucking mouth!” He warned “You don’t get it yet? You’re fucking mine. I let you have your fun but you took that shit too far, like the spoiled fucking princess you are. Now, I'm going to have to fucking remind you.” he moved his hands up my dress “No one gets to touch you, no one else gets to have you. You're fucking mine! Understand?” Lost in the blissfulness of lust I nodded “say it!”

“I’m yours.” I whispered to him. 

“Are you going to let that fucker touch you again?” His lips ghosted over mine. I shook my head. “I protect what is mine, princess, if he tries to touch you I will kill him.”

“Did you touch those woman since you’ve been with me?” I asked looking deep into his hazel eyes. 

“No.” he said truthfully. 

“Get rid of them.” I demanded grabbing him through his pants, his hissed into my mouth. “If they try that again. I’ll kill them.”

“God, I fucking love you.” He effortlessly tossed me on the bed pressing his body down to me. Negan and I spent that whole weekend in bed. When I was finally able to get up, I broke up with Namjoon. 

The next few months were prosperous for both of us. I was starting to be known as Negan’s girl and that came with its own set of perks. I became untouchable and feared but I had to deal with Negan’s possessiveness. I couldn’t even go to lunch with Hoseok, Damien or Max without someone either reporting it to him or having someone from The Saviors following us. I visited the Red Dragon’s less frequently but thanks to me The Saviors became allies with them. I introduced Jiyong’s father, Young Hwan, to Negan and because of that I was entrusted with handling business in the higher level with Negan. I was an unofficial member of the Saviors. That also came with downsides. 

Negan bugged us constantly about picking a gang. Katya aligned herself with the Red Dragon by getting engaged to V. But you on and off with both GD and Edward and me refusing to officially join the saviors annoyed him. If you weren’t an official member of a gang, you were unprotected and could be a target for anything. During Katya’s wedding we found that out the hard way. 

Weddings were considered sacred by most of the gangs in the city and the unofficial rule was there were no attacks or hits during a wedding. They were to be respected no matter what gangs were present and for a while thats how it was. 

The ceremony was beautiful, a winter wedding in December with Winter Wonderland as the theme. Katya’s dress looked like ice crystals dripping off her skin as she danced with V, his own tux while with blue pattering. Both looked like the king and queen of an ice palace. The entire venue was mixed with members of The Red Dragon, The Brotherhood and a few people here and there from the Playhouse and The Saviors. 

Everyone was drinking, laughing and having a good time until Minzy stumbled from the bathroom, blood staining her pastel orange dress. “Minzy?” Bom saw her friend and her eyes grew wide and concerned. That was until a man masked in a black mask grabbed her shoulder and slit her throat. Bom’s scream cut through the air like a knife and suddenly like roaches in the night the area was flooded in chaos. 

Black masked men set upon everyone at the wedding like hungry predators. I was dancing with Max who moments before was urging me to go with him back to Italy and leave this all behind. Now he was rushing me away from the chaos. 

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[dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023]

My Music Tastes...

I claim to my family that I like at least one song/rap from every genre. I still have a few favorites that I am jamming out too lately. Here's the list!

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot feat. Madilyn Bailey (Discovered in a BakuDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Try - P!nk (Found in a TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Alone pt. II (Sped Up Remix) - Alan Walker & Ava Max (From a BakuDeku video on YouTube!)

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron & Zendaya (Discovered on YouTube, but can't remember the video...)

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell (Discovered by chance. I use it to cheer me up when my issues rear their ugly heads!)

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift (Looked up the Official Music Video on YouTube. Reminds me of me!)

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift (Found as a male version in a Nie Huaisang AMV on YouTube!)

There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Fire On Fire - Sam Smith (Found in a HaruRin 18+ AMV on YouTube!)

My Mother Told Me [Old Norse Version] - Peyton Parrish (Watched his music video on YouTube!)

The Lighthouse's Tale - Nickel Creek (Watched it on TV when I was a kid. Beautiful music and lyrics!)

We Got History - Mitchell Tenpenny (Watched on CMT this year!)

Bang Bang (Cover) - Kurt Hugo Schneider (Discovered the music video on YouTube!)

If You Go Down [I'm Goin' Down Too] - Kelsea Ballerini (Found on CMT this year!)

Stronger [Explicit] - Kanye West (I do NOT condone his recent comments and actions, but I can't help but like the song/rap)

Ignite - K-391, Alan Walker & Julie Bergen (AMAZING TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

I Kissed A Boy - Jupither (A small MadaHashi animatic on YouTube!)

Makeda - Jain (A Clothing Commercial!)

Thunder - Imagine Dragons (A Lan Wangji Tribute Video on YouTube!)

Lilith [Explicit/Diablo IV Anthem - Halsey & SUGA (Watched the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk (Kays Jewelry Commercial!)

Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch (Found on YouTube!)

Venom [ Explicit] - Eminem (Ending Credits to the movie "Venom")

I'll Be - Edwin McCain (Heard it years ago!)

Saints - Echos (A MDZS AMV on YouTube)

Levitating - Dua Lipa (A Very cute and funny MDZS Q video on YouTube!)

Safari - Dr. Bombay (Heard on an OLD Akatsuki Fan Flash in High School!)

Karma [Feat. Circus-P] Creep-P (Hetalia animation on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [Cover] - Colm R. McGuinness - (Found on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [German Version] - Disney (FAVORITE Disney Villain Song, found the video on YouTube. Scar singing in German during a certain scene is just creepy...)

Second To None [Explicit] - Chris Crocker (A Yaoi Compilation video on YouTube!)

Every Time We Touch - Cash Cash (TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Heaven - Calum Scott & Darren Espanto (Saw the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Dynamite - BTS (Friend had me listen!)

Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss (Watched the video when I was a kid!)

Fantastic Baby - BIGBANG (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Airplanes - B.o.B. feat. Hayley Williams (Can't remember HOW I found this one...)

One Shot [Original/Japanese Versions] - B.A.P. (Friend introduced the original version to me. Found the Japanese Version on Amazon!)

Martha Divine - Ashley McBryde (Watched on CMT this year!)

Different World - Alan Walker, K-391 & ??? (A LeviEren 18+ video on YouTube!)

I'm In A Hurry [And Don't Know Why] - Alabama (Heard it as a kid and loved it!)

In Da Club [Explicit] - 50 Cent (REALLY big when I was growing up!)

I am aware that this is A LOT of music and trust me I have way more than these few on my computer! I even have different versions of the same song. "Be Prepared" for example I have over twenty versions of this song from different languages, like Zulu, as well as a cover by Peyton Parrish. I do indeed also have the original English version. I even have Nightcore versions of songs on my computer. I have a bit of an obsession with music. It is my escape from the world when watching anime and reading fanfics/books/manga are not viable.

Sorry for taking up your time on this!

[sunflowergirl522]

The Other Wheeler 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

Summary: you’re normally the forgotten Wheeler to anyone other than Mikes friends but Eddie is captivated by you upon first glance.

Word Count: 7600

A/N: This series is just gonna be updated whenever I can get myself to focus on it. I was gonna wait till I had at least part 2 finished before posting it but Lea really wanted me to finally post it and who would I be if I kept my biggest fan waiting.

Eddie Masterlist

“Mike, come on, let's go!” Nancy yells for your brother who’s waiting for his waffles to pop out of the toaster. This is how almost every day of school has gone so far because Nancy has to get there early to do stuff with the school's paper. “I swear to God I’m going to leave you here and you can bike to school!”

“I’m coming!” He yells back through a mouthful of Eggo.

“I could always drive you.” You offer watching him wince as he grabs his newly toasted waffles. You’re just now getting yourself breakfast since you don’t have to leave for another twenty minutes. You’ve offered the same thing almost every morning and each time you’ve gotten the same response.

“It’s fine, thanks though.” He smiles at you before shoving a waffle in his mouth.

“Mike!”

“I’m coming!” He slings his bag over his shoulder as he runs out the door following your sister to her car. You’re not shocked that he picks Nancy again, it’s what everyone seems to do. To everyone other than Mike's friends you’re the forgotten Wheeler. Even your parents seem to forget you exist unless they’re comparing you to Nancy or other kids your age. You sigh before turning your attention back to the bowl of cereal in front of you. When you leave you make sure to grab the textbook Mike forgot on the counter again.

“Who’s that lost sheep over there?” Eddie asks after a while of watching the girl sitting alone bobbing her head along to whatever is playing through her headphones and doing what looks like homework while picking at the little food in front of her. He had seen her in a couple of his classes this year already and she intrigued him because she always was just listening to music or doing the work assigned. He’s not sure he’s heard or seen her talk until earlier that day when he spotted her talking to Mike and handing him a book. “Wheeler, you know her don’t you?”

“Huh?” Mike follows where the older man's attention is before turning back to him and shrugging. “Oh, yeah. That’s my sister Y/n.”

“I didn’t know you had a second sister.” Eddie leans forward and the rest of the club nods along, a little surprised to hear that. 

“Y/n’s the best, Mike doesn’t talk about her for whatever reason though.” Dustin chimes in, glaring a little at his friend. “If she was my sister I’d talk about her all the time.”

“You do talk about her all the time.” Mike rolls his eyes going back to paying attention to his food. “I’m shocked you haven’t told Eddie about her yet.”

“She never came up in conversation.” Dustin shrugs, turning back to look at Eddie. “She’s been driving me here in the mornings.”

“She’s been driving you to school? And you let her?” Mike sputters out not being able to believe this. But really he shouldn’t be surprised because from the first time you came down to the basement to offer the boys freshly baked cookies during a dungeons and dragons session Dustin and even Lucas and Will had all but claimed you as their own. Dustin even had a crush on you for the longest time before it faded away.

“Yeah, you should really take her up on her offers to drive you y'know, or you’ll be stuck coming in early with Nancy all year.”

“Y/n’s car is being held together with duct tape Dustin, duct tape. I’m not getting in that death trap.” Eddie smiles a little as he watches the two freshman bicker before turning his attention back to the Wheeler he didn’t know existed until now.

You’re oblivious to the attention you’re getting. You’re too focused on getting the math homework that’s due next period done that you didn’t have time to do after closing Elixir Records last night. You loved working at the little music store in town, it’s why you were so okay with working right after school till close, but sometimes you had to rush last minute to get your school work done because of how busy it could get. Normally you get your homework for that night done at lunch or at work with the rare time of having to stay up when you got home to finish it. Last night was one of those once in a blue moon times that you still had some to do but you were so tired from running around the shop trying to get the stock done that your coworker who walked out the day before, your day off, was supposed to do that you had passed out at your desk.

You’re distracted by finishing up the worksheet and the music flowing through your ears so you don’t notice Dustin walking up to you. His presence is so sudden and unexpected that when you glance up and see him standing in front of you you jump a bit in your seat. You pull your headphones down to sit around your neck and drop the pencil in your hand so he knows he has your full attention.

“Jeez Dustbunny give a girl some warning before popping up out of the blue.” 

“Sorry, I thought maybe you would’ve noticed me coming.”

“What do you need, bud?”

“I was just wondering if you were still willing to take me home after school? If not that’s fine Eddie offered to give me a ride since he wanted to talk to me about this new campaign he’s planning for Hellfire.” The boy in front of you points with his thumb over his shoulder at the older boy who ducks his head down when you peer around Dustin to look his way. 

You knew of Eddie Munson, it was hard not to have at least heard of him before. He was in some of your classes this year and Dustin’s told you about him and their club during the drive to school. You admired how he took your brother and his friends under his wing almost immediately. You’ve never interacted with him yourself but you knew he wasn’t the freak everyone wanted to see him as.

“Yeah I can still drive you home, I told Lucas I’d give him a ride too. But if you wanna go with Eddie that works for me. It’ll give me a smidge more time to get ready for work.”

“Okay, I’ll let him know. Are you closing the shop again tonight?”

“Yeah, you want me to see if there’s anything good in the clearance section for you again?” He smiles wide at the offer. He loved when you presented him with music you thought he’d like that you found on sale at work. Sometimes you’d even hand him a tape of an album that just came out.

“If you have time, yeah. I’ll let you get back to your work.” He motions to the almost complete worksheet in front of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n!”

“See ya Dustin.” You smile at the boy before he turns and heads back to his table. You put your headphones back on, giving Eddie a small wave when your eyes meet, and get back to finishing up the last two problems before you can move on to the work you’ve been given for tonight. 

“Tomorrow we’ll be picking lab partners for the first big project of the year.” Ms. O’Donnell rushes out after the bell rings and everyone starts collecting their things. Picking partners is your least favorite thing and you wish she would’ve just assigned them like most other teachers. You have no idea who you’d pick with not really making the effort to become friends with anyone anymore. After Barb ditched you to be better friends with Nancy you stopped trying, you figured anyone else would just do the same thing. As you make your way out of the classroom you see Eddie in the corner of your eye finishing up a doodle in his notebook, something you’ve noticed he does a lot instead of paying attention. Maybe you’ll see if he wants to be your lab partner because you doubt anyone is going to be fighting to be his. You don’t even care about doing all the work if you have to.

You rush down the hall knowing that Lucas is probably gonna beat you to your locker. His last class is right next to his own and that’s down the hall from yours. You dive around people in the halls who are moving slowly distracted by talking to their friends instead of hurrying to get home. You smile when you see Lucas walking up to your locker unlocking it for you.

“You ready to go?” You ask, grabbing your bag and shoving your notebooks into it.

“Yeah, are we waiting for Dustin and Mike?”

“No, Dustin’s getting a ride with Eddie and Mike told me he’s going home with Nancy again.” You both make your way down the hallway towards the entrance of the school. “How were basketball tryouts yesterday?”

“They were alright, I think I made the team but I won’t be sure until next week.”

“Well if you didn’t make the team they’re dumb. You’re a great player, I mean you always beat me when we play together.” You bump your shoulder into his own and he laughs at you.

“Yeah that’s because you suck at sports.” You send him a mock hurt face over the roof of your car.

“That’s the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Lucas just rolls his eyes getting into the car and you shoot him a smile once you’re seated next to him. “Seriously though Lukey I’m sure you made the team you’ve been practicing since you found out about the team.”

“Stop using that nickname Y/n, I’m not a little kid anymore.” He groans out but turns to look out of the window so you can’t see the small smile on his face.

“I’ll never stop. Now let’s go get your sister and blow this popsicle stand.” With that you pull out of the parking spot and start over to the middle school.

You make it to work twenty minutes early but after getting home and changing your dad started going on about how you need to do stuff for college already and how Nancy already filled out college applications. All you wanted to do was scream about how that’s because Nancy knew what she wanted to do after high school and the only thing on your radar is moving out as soon as you graduate. You didn’t though, you had stopped responding to his tangents with anything other than ‘yeah I’ll get right on that dad’ since the first time you got held back in the eighth grade. 

You searched through the cassettes on sale deciding on the Eagles first album to get for Dustin before checking that you can clock in. You spend the first hour of your shift restocking the vinyls that are getting low. Once that’s finished you switch out the album that had finished playing over the store's speakers for a new one before moving behind the counter for the next six hours of your shift. After checking out the two people that were in the shop you pull out the book assigned for English to get the next chapter read for the day after tomorrow. You’re halfway through it when the bell above the door chimes once more and you glance up from it to find Eddie Munson himself entering the store. You giggle at his wide eyes from the sound of the new bell and his head snaps from where it’s tilted up to examine where the chime came from to where you’re sitting behind the counter. His mouth parts slightly as you give him a friendly smile before looking back down at the book and continuing reading.

Eddie stumbles a bit at seeing you here. He’s been buying albums from this store almost exclusively since it opened and he’s never seen you here. He never would’ve thought that the intriguing girl he just found out was Mike’s sister would be working at his favorite music store the night he came for a fucking Abba album. His eyes keep finding their way to your slouched over figure as he makes his way over to where he knows he’ll find their Super Trouper album. On his way to the counter he grabs a Megadeth album that he definitely already has to make this situation less weird.

“Did you find everything okay?” You ask putting in the bookmark and shutting the book before placing it off to the side.

“Yeah.” He so badly wants to say something else to you but his mind blanks as he hesitantly places the tapes on the counter.

“Do you wanna be my lab partner in Ms. O’Donnells class?” You blurt it out as you ring him up.

“What?”

“We’re in the same science class and she said we’re picking lab partners tomorrow.”

“No, I know that. You want to be mine?”

“Well yeah. Why not? Unless you already have one of course. I just don’t really have anyone else I’d want to do it with.” Your voice softens near the end and Eddie can see a hint of loneliness flash across your face before you try to cover it up with a smile. He can tell that’s what it is based on your words, tone, and the fact that he’s felt the same way before. It’s not often people want to hang around the town freak.

“Nah I don’t have one yet. So if you’ll have me Y/n I’ll be your partner.”

“You know who I am?”

“Yeah, I noticed you sitting alone at lunch today and Mike and Dustin told me about you.” He rubs the back of his neck a little embarrassed to admit that he was watching you.

“Mike was talking about me? Willingly?” The disbelief is strong in your voice and it shocks Eddie because as soon as the two boys had started talking about you they couldn’t seem to stop.

“Why do you sound so shocked about that?” Eddie leans his elbows on the counter resting his weight on them.

“Oh, it’s just I don’t know, Mike never seems to be all that interested in being related to me I guess. It’s not that we have a bad relationship or anything, he just seems to want to be around Nancy more. Probably because they’re closer in age.” You add in the last part more to reassure yourself.

“Really? He seemed to have nothing but good things to say about you and I’ve never seen him talk about Nancy with the sort of excitement he had today. And Dustin seems to absolutely adore you.” You can feel yourself getting flustered at his words and his scrutinizing gaze.

“Oh I love Dustin, he’s my little Dustbunny.” You look away as you begin to bag up his items and he chuckles at the nickname.

“Dustbunny?”

“Oh shit, don’t tell him you know that. As much as Mike's friends enjoy my nicknames for them, they hate when I use them in public for everyone else to hear. You should see Lucas’s face when I use his, he’s slapped a hand over my mouth before.” You laugh just thinking about it and Eddie finds himself hoping to hear the sound again. “Their friend Will gets absolutely blushy when I say his a little too loudly.”

“Oh I definitely need to know what all of their nicknames are.” You shake your head and mimic zipping your mouth shut and throwing the key over the counter. “You can’t just tell me they hate them and not tell me!” Eddie complains before diving to act like he’s searching for the key and jumping up victoriously and acting out unlocking your mouth. “Please, you’re killing me here Y/n.” You ignore the feeling of his fingers on your lips as he unzips them and laugh as you knock his hand away.

“Fine I’ll tell you Will’s since he’s all the way in Cali and it’s unlikely you’ll meet him anytime soon.” You let out another round of giggles at how he perks up at hearing that. “I call him Yam Yam. It started as just calling him Will Yam since his full name is William but then I discovered how much fun it is to call out Yam Yam instead. Now that’s it, forget you heard his and Dustins, no one needs to know that you know alright?”

“I’m not promising anything.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head before pointing at you. “You shouldn’t have fallen into my trap and told me.”

“That’s not fair, how's anyone supposed to deny your big puppy dog eyes?” The bell above the door chimes again and you quiet down since someone else has entered the store. “How about this, you don’t bring up the nickname thing to them and I won’t tell everyone about how our resident metalhead is a secret Abba head?”

“Fine, you drive a hard bargain.”

“Your total is thirteen dollars by the way.” He places a ten and a five dollar bill on the counter while taking the bag from you.

“Keep the change.” He motions towards the tip jar next to the register. “I know all about your taped together car.”

“Get out of here I will not tolerate disrespect towards my sweet sweet car. I’ll see you tomorrow Eddie.” He laughs as you shoo him away and listens to you greet the next customer on his way out the door. He can’t seem to shake his smile the rest of the night.

The next day you’re a little shocked when Eddie takes a seat next to you in your shared third period English class. As he pulls out the chair next to you he also pulls your headphones down to rest on your neck. It causes you to immediately straighten up not sure who it was at first but relax when you see the brunette take a seat next to you.

“So, do I get a fun little nickname now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we’re friends now?”

“Uh, you did when you asked me to be your lab partner. You signed a contract and everything. Is that Motley Crue playing?” He takes the headphones you’ve placed on the table while you went to stop your walkman and places them on his head just before the music cuts off.

“I don’t remember signing any kind of contract, you'll have to talk to my lawyer. And then maybe we’ll see about that nickname you want.” You smile at him, taking the headphones back and turning to face the teacher as he starts to speak. Eddie’s attention stays on you for a little bit longer before pulling out his notebook and starting to doodle instead of paying attention.

At lunch Eddie spends the first half of it with his attention drifting from the guys over to where you’re sitting doing the same thing as yesterday. His legs bounces up and down as he fights the urge to get up and go bother you. In the end he loses the battle and pushes away from the table the screeching of the chair on the floor causing Dustin to stop mid sentence as the group watches him walk over to you.

“So, I’ve spoken to your lawyer, sadly the contract is binding and you’re stuck with me.” He says after knocking your headphones down over your face. You let out a fake sigh of disappointment as he sits next to you spreading out.

“I guess I am, you sure he couldn’t find some sort of loophole? He’s normally so good at that.”

“Nope. What are you working on?” He pulls your notebook to sit in front of him instead of you. “This doesn’t look like a list of nicknames for you to choose from.”

“It’s my psych notes. I gotta study now for the test tomorrow because I probably won’t have time tonight after work. Don’t worry though Eddie I had a nickname picked out for you from the very beginning.” You pull said notes back to you watching how his face lights up at your words. You can’t help but match his smile with one of your own.

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out when you’ll find out.” You shrug and look away from him back down at your notes.

“What kind of an answer is that?” You laugh as his arms flail around with his question.

“Looks like someones cozying up with Y/n.” Dustin teases Mike as they watch the two of you laugh together.

“Shut up Dustbunny.” Mike grumbles to his friend as he turns away and focuses on his food again in a mood over Eddie seeming to be into his sister.

“You’re not supposed to call me that Mikey Mouse.” Dustin kicks Mike under the table. “You gonna go all overprotective little brother mode on him?”

“Pft no why would I?”

“Because you do that. You don’t notice how you start acting towards people who seem to want to get close to her? You come off real standoffish and try to seem tougher like that’s possible.”

“I do not, just shut up Dustin.”

“Dustin! Are you coming or what?” You yell out seeing him across the parking lot at Eddie’s van. “We gotta pick up Erica!”

“I’m coming!” Once he’s in the car with you and Lucas you drive up next to Eddie and stop. “If you were coming here anyway, why'd you yell for me?”

“Because you should’ve already been in the car.” You lean over the middle console and Lucas to stick your head out the window. “Hey Eddie, you coming over to work on the project still?”

“Yeah, do you want me to follow you?” He leans down so your heads are closer together.

“No you can just head straight there since I gotta drop Dustin off first. You remember which house it is right? I know you’ve given Mike rides home after club meetings before.”

“Yeah, I remember where it is. So I’ll meet you there?”

“Yep.”

“You guys done throwing goo goo eyes at each other over me?” Lucas complains and you give him a side eye.

“Shut up Lukey Poo-” You’re cut off as Lucas throws a hand over your mouth wide eyed and pulls you back in the car.

“Okay bye Eddie she’ll see you in like not even twenty minutes! Y/n go, drive, Erica’s gonna be all crabby if we’re late again.”

“We’ll just blame it on Dustin again. See you soon Eddie!” Eddie laughs as you peel out of the parking lot turning into the middle schools. He’s pretty sure he was about to find out your nickname for Lucas if the kid hadn't pulled you back into the car. His mission is to find out your nicknames for each of the freshmen at some point.

“See you tomorrow Dustbunny!” You yell getting the middle finger in response from where he is on his doorstep. You laugh as you watch him get inside before pulling away and heading home. As you drive up your street you spot Eddie getting out of his van and Lucas groans.

“Y/n please do not yell that goddamn nickname as I walk away. Not with Eddie right there.”

“No Y/n do it.”

“Erica shut up, you’re just lucky for not having one yet.” You laugh at the Sinclairs pulling into the spot in front of the house sitting between your house and their own. You weren’t planning to use it before but now you think you will just because he complained about it. You let the kids get out first, giving Lucas time to walk away and feel safe before getting out yourself.

“Hey Eddie.” You step out of your car and give him a wave. “Hold on just one minute. Bye Erica, bye Lukey Pookey, see you both tomorrow!” Eddie laughs as the younger kids groan is loud enough that it reaches his ears.

“Lukey Pookey?”

“I normally just use the first part but when he annoys me or I can tell he’s really upset I use the full nickname. Now c’mon you get to meet the parents on our way up to my room.” Eddie’s head swims with thoughts of being a disappointment to your parents and immediately not getting an approval from them. Meanwhile you’re getting ready for whatever it is your father might say to you in front of your new friend. He’s sitting in his normal chair when you enter and you give him a wave and a smile. Your mom isn’t anywhere to be seen but you’re sure she’s in the kitchen making dinner. “Hey dad, this is Eddie, we’re gonna go work on our science project.”

“Nice to see you actually put in the effort. Maybe you’ll actually graduate this year instead of failing again.” Your heart drops at the same time that your eye twitches and your smile falls for the fraction of a millisecond, both things that Eddie catches. He doesn’t even look up from his paper to greet Eddie as he speaks.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You grab Eddie's wrist and quickly make your escape from the living room and into the kitchen where your mom is getting ready to make dinner it seems. “Mom this is Eddie, we’re gonna be upstairs working on a science project if you need us.”

“Is he staying for dinner?” You look at Eddie expecting him to answer the question while your mom straightens up.

“Uh, no that’s fine Mrs. Wheeler, I don't want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be a bother. I normally make more food than I should in case one of Mike's friends stops by out of the blue. Not that I would need to worry about not having enough, Y/n barely ever eats with us anymore so her portion goes uneaten.” You stop the eye roll that wants to happen at how she’s trying to guilt trip you again. It’s not your fault you have to work all the time in order to pay off your car when they just straight up bought Nancy one. And you wouldn’t need to save up to get a place of your own if your dad wasn’t awful to you.

“Eddie would love to stay for dinner mom. We should really start working on our project now though.” You pull Eddie away and up the stairs pausing in your journey only to wave to Mike who’s jaw drops at seeing Eddie trail behind you.

“So, they seem interesting.” Eddie says about your parents once your door is shut and you’ve collapsed face first onto your bed. You wish you could scream into your pillow right about now. 

“Yeah, interesting is definitely a word for them.” You roll onto your back and Eddie sits next to you.

“What did your dad mean about failing again? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” 

“I’m two years older than Nancy. The first time I got held back and failed was in the eighth grade because I had a hard time getting myself to get out of bed most mornings so I just didn’t go to school. My mom helped me get through a lot that year actually. And then I failed sophomore year because I kept skipping in order to go to work to get my car. My dad refuses to let me live either of those times down, always bringing up how pretty perfect Nancy never had to get held back.”

“Well failing isn’t that bad, I mean look at me I’m going on try number three on senior year. Schools tough, especially when you’ve got other things distracting you from it. Besides, you're not gonna fail this year because everytime I see you, you're busy working on something for classes since all your free time is at the shop. So you’ll be off to college and out of here in no time.” You smile at his words and sit up to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks Eddie, I’ll make sure you graduate this year too.”

Dinner has an awkward vibe around it that night. Eddie sits next to you, the both of you across from Mike and Nancy, the two of them not seeming to know how to act with your guest around. Nancy keeps side eyeing him while Mike just stares into Eddie’s soul. Your parents both sit at the heads of the table silently eating until your dad clears his throat.

“You wouldn’t happen to be that Munson kid would you?” His words cause you to choke on your food and Eddie sends you a worried glance before looking at your dad.

“Yes sir, that's me.”

“Didn’t you flunk out of high school?”

“No sir, I just failed senior year twice because I was too focused on my club. I’m graduating this year though my friends are helping me stay on track.”

“Y/n are you sure this is the type of person you want to surround yourself with?” You nearly spit out your drink.

“Dad!”

“I’ve heard some rumors about this kid and colleges aren’t going to want to accept you if you’re friends with freaks.’

“Ted!” Your mom exclaims while your siblings look at him wide eyes and mouths gaping. They haven’t seen the two of you in a fight in a while but Mike knows that this is definitely going to start one either between the two of you or with him and his dad.

“Eddie’s not a freak! I can’t believe you would call him that when Mikes into the same stuff that gets him called one. Eddie’s nothing but a sweetheart, you should see how he stands up for Mike and his friends and how at home they are with him. And who cares what colleges think of my friends, I don’t even think I’m going!” Your mom gasps along with Nancy. Mike is busy moving his eyes between you and your dad and Eddie places a calming hand on your knee. 

“Mrs. Wheeler, this meal is just delightful. I think it might be the best food I’ve had in a while.” Eddie says smiling towards your mom to try to break the tension a little bit. It’s not a lie either, with Wayne going to the plant early lately he’s mainly just been eating scraps.

“Oh! Thank you Eddie, feel free to come by for dinner whenever you like.”

“Sure thing!” With that everyone goes back to eating and Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear. “Next time, let’s do this at my place.”

“Yeah definitely.” You whisper back to him before focusing on your food hoping if you eat quickly enough you can escape with Eddie without another comment from your father.  

You walk Eddie to the door and wait until he gets into his van later wanting to kill time before having to go in and deal with the consequences of your words earlier. Hopefully you can avoid him altogether and go straight to your room but you can feel the storm brewing from outside. You just know he’s waiting inside getting ready for a screaming match. Something the two of you haven’t had since your second year as a sophomore and you started picking up every shift you could so as to avoid him as much as possible. 

“Y/n.” His stern yelling but not a yell voice reaches your ears as you start to walk past the living room making you wince before backtracking. 

“What?” You cross your arms standing in the entrance refusing to look away from him to glance at Mike and Nancy on the couch. You refuse to let him think he makes you even a little bit nervous by breaking eye contact first. 

“You really are stupid if you think we’re not talking about what you said at dinner.”

“I’m not stupid, I just don’t want to talk about it with you.” You grit your teeth feeling the anger boiling up inside you. 

“You’re going to college Y/n. You’re not going to be a burn out working at the music shop and living at home the rest of your life.”

“I won’t be. As soon as I graduate I’m gonna find my own place to live and you won’t have to worry about me anymore.” Mike’s eyes go wide at hearing this information, he didn’t know you were planning on moving out. Were you going to stay in town, or were you going to get the hell out of dodge? Was this year his last year to have a relationship with you before he only sees you on major holidays? Is he going to lose his big sister because his dad is that big of an asshole? He starts to get anxious at the thought and gets stuck in his head for a bit tuning out the fight in front of him.

“And I don’t want you hanging around that Munson kid anymore, he’s a bad influence on you. He’s probably the reason you think you don’t have to go to college.” You force out a fake laugh at his words and Mike’s attention goes back to the two of you.

“That’s rich, you never cared about who my friends were before so don’t try to care now. Why don’t you just open up and tell me exactly what you want to say about him.”

“No daughter of mine is going to be hanging around a known satanist!” You actually laugh at his words this time feigning wiping tears from your eyes.

“That’s funny, really it is. Because even if that were true, which it’s not, that means a satanist takes better care of your son than you do. And you should be embarrassed about that regardless of what religion Eddie may be. You’re supposed to be the protector aren’t you? So why is Eddie the one batting away the bullies and building up his self esteem and doing your job for you?”

“Get out! And don’t come back until you have a head back on your shoulders.” He points to the door and you put your hands up in surrender.

“What?” Nancy and Mike both look at each other in shock.

“Fine, I guess I won’t be coming back.” You turn on your heel and run to your room in order to pack up some clothes and buy you some time to figure out where you’re going to go. Worst case scenario you could see if Steve would let you crash at his place for a few nights. Sure the two of you aren’t the best of friends but you’re close enough after everything you’ve been through together to know that he probably wouldn’t say no. By the time you’re heading for the door you’ve decided on trying Eddie’s first, knowing where he lives because of seeing him here and there when you’ve gone to Max’s to pick her up.

“Hey, Y/n?” Mike stops you before you can leave. 

“What’s up Mikey Mouse?”

“Do you think you could drive me to school tomorrow?” Your heart swells at him wanting to spend time with you. 

“Of course I can bud.” You ruffle his hair. “Can you tell mom I love her when she gets home? I was hoping she’d be home before I left so I could say bye.” She had taken Holly out for ice cream after dinner and hasn’t gotten back yet. 

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“I’ll be back when he stops being an ass. So probably in a couple days after mom reems him out and makes him apologize.”

“Where are you going to go?” He follows you out the door towards your car and you can’t help but smile at his worry.

“Don’t worry about me kid, I'll figure it out. I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay? We’re driving the Sinclairs and Dustin too.” You get in the car and start it before thinking about it and winding down your window to stick your head out to look at your brother. “I love you Mikey Mouse.” 

“I love you too Y/n/n.” You beam at him and drive off towards your destination.

“Y/n?” The sound of Max’s voice calling out to you causes you to spin around to face her trailer instead of Eddie’s. She’s crouched outside feeding her dog and straightens up as she realizes it really is you waving and walking towards her. She meets you halfway letting you give her a hug, something she hasn’t really been letting anyone do. “What are you doing here?”

“Pops kicked me out so I’m gonna see if I can crash at Eddie’s.”

“Do you wanna just crash here? My mom won’t mind, I think she’d even be excited that I had someone over.” You can hear the worry in her voice at the thought of you being kicked out.

“Nah, I’m good, Eddie and I gotta work more on this science project anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah don’t worry Max and Cheese, if I can’t stay or I get uncomfortable at all I’ll come running right back over.”

“You better.” You nod at her letting go of her shoulders and heading back over to Eddie’s.

“Hey!” You yell out as she turns to head towards her door. “You want a ride to school tomorrow? I’m getting the others too. It can be like old times when I’d drive the clown car full of all of you down to the arcade.”

“Is there gonna be room in your car for that?”

“Even if there isn't, we'll make it work, we always have in the past.” There’s something on your face making her want to finally say yes to the question you’ve been asking her all year.

“Well then yeah sure. I’ll take a ride.”

“Great, see you tomorrow!” You’re smiling despite everything when you knock on Eddie’s door. Even if Max just has her headphones on and ignores everyone the whole way to school it’s still a win in your book.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s voice is full of shock as he opens the door to find you standing there with a duffel bag thrown over your shoulder. 

“Hey Eds, can I come in?” He holds open the door and steps to the side before smirking in your direction. Upon seeing him in his pajamas you worry that you may have caught him right as he was going to bed but then he probably wouldn’t have let you in so quickly.

“Eds? Is that the nickname you came up with? I thought you’d be more creative than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, you just have a couple of them.”

“So…”

“So?”

“What are you doing here Sweetheart? How did you even know where I lived?”

“Um well, funny story actually,” you offer up a sad chuckle, “my dad kinda kicked me out tonight. We really got into it after you left. I saw you over here when I helped Max and her mom move into the trailer across the street.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He steps closer to you wanting to scratch the itch he has to pull you into his chest.

“Not really, I basically told him he should be embarrassed that you’re doing a better job raising Mike than he ever did and that seemed to be the thing that crossed the line. So that’s that. Do you think I could crash here for a night or two until my mom eventually figures out where I am and convinces me to come home?”

“Yeah of course. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”

“What? Eddie no I couldn’t take your bed. I’m the one intruding, I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Nope, can’t let you do that besides Wayne might get weird if he sees a pretty girl asleep on the couch when he gets home in the morning.” He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you through the little space there is to his room. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, can’t say I was expecting company.” He’s quick to kick the magazines laying on the floor under his bed while ducking down to grab the dirty clothes strewn across the floor to throw them in his hamper. He’s blushing up a storm as your eyes drag across the poster covered walls.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve seen messier. I mean I live with Mike. Is this a lion costume?” Your eyes snag on his open closet and you reach out to touch it. And here Eddie thought he couldn’t get any redder.

“Yeah, I was the cowardly lion in the school's production of The Wizard of Oz a year or two back.”

“Oh yeah, I remember going to see that. Corroded Coffin’s your band right?” Eddie watches as you step up to look at the ripped poster he and the guys had made before one of their first shows. 

“Yeah it’s just me and the older guys from Hellfire.” 

“Are you the reason Mike’s been eyeing up the guitar in the music shop lately? I think I’m gonna get it for him as a really early Christmas present when I get paid next.”

“He’s asked me a few times about playing and I told him I would teach him how to. He doesn’t even need to have his own guitar; he could use one of mine while he learns.” Speaking of guitars Eddie grabs the one he left on the bed before going to get the door and leans it in the corner of the room. “So the bathroom is right out there, hopefully you brought your own toothbrush because we don’t have extras just laying around.” Eddie walks to the door and points to the small room hoping it wouldn’t make you claustrophobic or anything. “Feel free to use the shower if you need to.” 

“Thanks again Eddie.” You stop to place a kiss on his cheek for the second time tonight on your way out. He stands there frozen for a hot minute before rushing around his room and cleaning up some more making sure he gets all the junk, like his notebooks and his copy of Lord of The Rings that he’s rereading again, that he normally just leaves on the side of the bed is put away.

You glance at the shower wondering if you should but decide against it since you did last night and you didn’t even think to bring shampoo or conditioner or anything. You had barely remembered your toothbrush and toothpaste. So you just brush your teeth and get dressed before sitting on the edge of the tub with your head in your hands. Sure you’ve been kicked out before, it’s how you know your mom will come looking for you, but something about this fight feels like your relationship with your father will forever be changed. You sigh and stand up ready to just pass out and leave the day behind you. You walk back into Eddie’s room to find him organizing his desk like a mad man. The room is a lot cleaner than it was when you first walked in.

“Did you do all this cleaning just for little old me?”

“Can’t have a princess sleeping in a pigsty.” He straightens up and smiles at you while you drop your bag onto the floor and sit on the bed. “I’ll leave you to it, come get me if you need anything.”

“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s big enough and I promise I don’t snore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure it’s your bed anyway and I’m not gonna lie your couch doesn’t look too comfortable.”

“Okay fine, stop begging me to sleep with you, I’ll do it.” You laugh at his over exaggerating and he smiles in accomplishment at getting the dark cloud you came back into the room with to disappear. He turns off the lights before getting into the bed next to you making sure to leave you space instead of taking all of it up like he normally does. You take him by surprise though when you shimmy your way next to him.

“Sorry, I’m a cuddler. I can go back to where I was if you want.”

“No, you’re fine. I can be a cuddler.” With that he stretches his arm out so you can rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you for everything Angel Eyes.”

“Angel Eyes?”

“It’s your nickname, since your eyes are so pretty and you like Abba too.” Eddie never felt so grateful over the darkness as he is in this moment. He can feel how red his face is at your comment about his eyes and he’s nervous you can still tell and he’s glowing like a light bulb. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Pretty unoriginal to just steal the title of a song isn’t it. You should just come up with a new one.”

“Don’t worry Eddie Bear I still have a few different ones up my sleeve. Goodnight.” You place a kiss on his chest before nestling your head into it and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Eddie beams up at the ceiling and wraps his arm a little bit tighter around you.

Eddie Taglist: @sadbitchfangirl​​ @notbeforelong​​​ @munsonswhore86​​​ @navs-bhat​​ @emotionaldreamer​​ ​ @fromasgardandback​​ @rockchickrebel​​ @yourdailymemedelivery​​ @magicalchocolatecheesecake​​ @watercolorskyy​​ @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​​ ​​ @fangirling-4-ever​​  @gaysludge​​ @audhd-dragonaut​​ ​​ @eddiethesexy​ ​​ @mazerunnerrose​​ @tvserie-s-world​​ @redgetawaycar​ @eddies-lover​​ @alexis6699​

Everything Taglist: @bejeweledmastermind​ @matchamunson​ @bubsonnobx​ @practicalghost​ 

[courtrecord]

hey, i’m riley rethal!

i’m a pharmacy student who enjoys ttrpg design and fanfic writing. currently my main interests are casablanca (1942), andor & ace attorney, with the mainstays of friends at the table, greek mythology, and Learning About Stuff always in the background.

my main social media is twitter, and i plan to stay on it as long as it’s viable, but i’m back on tumblr now too!

my ao3 is rib14, and i’ve written:

court record companion (5.9k, T) a collection of tweets, texts, posts, and articles surrounding the first 4 aa games

when the chips are down (28.5k, T) my narumitsu magnum opus; a canon-divergent story of disbarment

the ones who deal the cards (2.1k, G) trucy & kristoph have a totally normal conversation in the basement of the borscht bowl club

yours forever (14.3k, T) the life and loves of thalassa gramarye, told in letters and memories

history lesson (1.7k, G) a conversation between mon mothma and 14 year old leia organa, set during andor s1

a few more ideas (8.4k, T) a canon-divergent andor fic where a certain character survives and fake dates another character and also i can’t help but be a sucker for mon/tay

the tree remembers (4.4k, T) leia organa in the aftermath of the destruction of alderaan, reflecting and moving forward

also a bunch of jaceaddax one-shots for the fatt fans out there, but i’m assuming u all already know me lmao

i’m currently publishing what the future brings, a post-canon casablanca fic, and it would mean the world if u checked it out! victor/ilsa/rick is so important.

my ttrpgs can be found at metagame.itch.io, and here’s a few of my faves:

galactic 2e: a game of rebellion, relationships, and war among the stars (what if star wars was good?!)

venture & dungeon: two games with a new perspective on the high fantasy genre (i wrote venture, which is like, what if dnd was good, dungeon is by jay dragon of wanderhome fame)

doikayt: a jewish ttrpg anthology i co-organized! it’s a got a bunch of jewish themed games by jewish ttrpg designers

the riot starts: a gmless game about a revolution in the literal capitalist hell of the underworld, inspired by hadestown

it’s been a long, long time: a two-player ttrpg about characters who are in love, are separated, and finally reunite

i haven’t done a ton of game design in the past year, but my main current wips are an untitled resistance system game inspired by fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, and a game of card-based mini-games inspired by les mis called “music of a people”

so yeah, that’s me! i haven’t spent a lot of time on tumblr since 2015, so this will be an interesting experience. looking forward to posting with you all.

[jobean12-blog]

Spiral of Need

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (FATWS!Bucky)

Word Count: 1,467

Summary: You and Bucky are on an undercover mission

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Bucky Barnes appreciation day and FATWS!Bucky. I got this great ask so I thought it would work perfectly for it. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: jealous Bucky, dom!Bucky, dirty talk, cursing, oral sex (f rec), SMUT (18+ ONLY PLEASE!) 

DO NOT CLICK ‘KEEP READING’ UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ YEARS OF AGE, thank you! 

You discreetly adjust your hidden earpiece before silently letting Bucky know you’re about to make your move. He gives you a small nod before turning to the bar and ordering a drink. You saunter over to your target, the dress you’re wearing leaving little to the imagination and the moment the man catches sight of you he grins.

Your skin crawls but you remain calm as you walk by. Alexander Pierce’s arm reaches out to touch your elbow and you stop, giving him a coy look.  “Well, hello there beautiful. What are you doing here by yourself?” he asks, moving closer.  

Letting your eyelashes fan your cheek you giggle. “Oh! Well, I was with a friend, but she seems to have found better company,” you explain, finishing the last of your champagne.

“It must be my lucky night then,” Pierce says smoothly. “Care to join me for another drink?” he asks, motioning to your empty glass and offering you his elbow. He introduces himself and you give him your fake name, taking his arm and walking toward the bar.

You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you the entire time but refrain from glancing his way.  You’re sure to play the part of an interested and fawning woman, resting your hand on Pierce’s knee as he goes on about his new business plan.

After a few drinks Pierce starts to get more handsy and you know you need to download the information off his phone soon. His glass is empty, so you turn to get the bartenders attention. You feel his hand cup your ass and you inwardly cringe but instead of laying him out you slowly remove his hand with a shy giggle.

The sound of a glass breaking pulls your attention away and you look down the bar to find Bucky shooting daggers your way and broken pieces of glass littering the bar. You give him a questioning glance before turning back to Pierce who thankfully seems to be too busy staring down your dress to notice anything else.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky stares down the bar and watches Pierce’s hand caress your ass. His vision blurs with anger and he squeezes his drink a little too hard, the glass shattering under the pressure of his metal fingers. When you look his way, your eyes are questioning but you quickly shift your focus back to the target.

He lets out a low growl and he knows you hear it in your earpiece, your body giving away more than you realize. Pierce’s hand continues to brush over your skin and Bucky sucks in a breath, silently berating himself for losing control.

This whole mission has been torturous since the moment you walked out of the bathroom in that dress. The silky material hugs you like a second skin and the slit is so high it should be illegal. His hands have been twitching to rip it off for the last 4 hours and the fact that Pierce is touching you makes his blood boil.

Reader POV

Knowing your time is running out you lean closer to Pierce, whispering in his ear while discreetly planting the device for downloading the information. You pull back and finish off the rest of your drink, hoping to wash down the grossness you feel at being so close to the man.

“It’s done,” Bucky rumbles in your ear.

Giving Pierce a light kiss on the cheek you excuse yourself to the ladies’ room and walk away.  Once you’re out of sight you make a bee line for the elevators where Bucky is waiting.

“Did you send Tony what he needs?” you ask, pulling the earpiece out. Bucky simply nods, his eyes unreadable as he waits for the elevator with clenched fists.

“Are you ok baby?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer you. The elevator doors open, and he gently takes your arm, pulling you inside. Your back hits the cool mirrored wall as Bucky’s hard body presses along yours.

“Am I ok?” he counters, letting his metal fingers ghost down your neck. “I had to watch that asshole put his hands all over you for the past two hours and I haven’t been able to touch you.”

His voice is dangerously low, and you can’t stop your thighs from squeezing together. “I’m just doing my job baby. I hated every minute of it,” you tell him, grabbing his suit jacket.

“I hate it. I don’t ever want another man to know how soft your skin feels or how perfect this ass is,” he growls, reaching down and massaging it.

Your head falls back with a lewd moan. Bucky parts your legs with his thigh and smooths his hands over your hips.

“You’ve got nothing on under here,” he says, more of a statement than a question.

You start rocking your hips over his thigh just as the elevator dings and the door opens to the penthouse floor.

“Fuck,” he grunts, releasing you and walking you to the double doors. “Look what you did to my pants baby girl.”

You see the wet patch glistening on the fabric just before he drags you inside and crowds you against the wall.

“I’m going to show you who you belong to baby girl,” he whispers into your neck. His lips trail over your jaw and meet your lips. His kiss is dominant and needy as his fingers ghost over your collarbone to the swell of your breasts.

He releases your mouth and kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point before slipping the strap of your dress off your shoulder. “How do I get this off without ripping it?” he asks with a smirk.

You take the other strap and let it fall. With a few wiggles the dress drops to your waist revealing your strapless bra.

“You just have to pull the rest off,” you purr, toying with his bow tie. Your fingers make quick work of the silk and you let it hang loose over his neck, taking the two edges and dragging him closer.

“Take me any way you want Bucky. I’m all yours,” you coo before brushing your lips over his.

The rest of your dress falls to the floor in a shredded heap, his apologetic look short lived as he leads you to the bed. You fall backwards onto the mattress and he grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge and spreading your legs.

You barely have a chance to grab hold of his short strands before he dives in, the first swipe of his tongue sending a bolt of electricity through you. Your heels dig into his back and you pull him impossibly closer.

“Oh my god, Bucky, don’t stop,” you cry out. “Please.”

His metal fingers trail down your thigh and slowly push into you. You tug his hair hard, loving the feel of his appreciative growl. You tighten around his fingers and he slows his movements, drawing out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls away you’re a panting mess and his chin and lips are shiny with your release.

“Turn over,” he commands, standing and taking off his suit jacket.

You watch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, the outline of his arousal showing through his boxer briefs. His shirt comes off next, but his bow tie still hangs around his neck and you bite your lip, wanting to grab hold of it again.

“I said. Turn. Over.” His tone is dark, leaving no room for argument and you do as you’re told.

His metal hand smooths over the curve of your ass before he lifts your hips. He coats himself in your wetness and fills you up in one swift thrust. You moan into the duvet and your hands fist into the soft fabric as he begins rocking his hips.

His pace is relentless, and he grabs your hair, pressing his chest to your back. “You’re mine,” he whispers with a sharp tug.

“Harder, Bucky,” you beg.

He let’s go of your hair and grabs hold of your hips, slamming into you harder.

“You like when I show you who you belong to,” he grits out. “Don’t you baby girl?”

At his words, your walls start to clench around him, and he completely loses control, rocking the bed so hard the headboard repeatedly hits the wall. He finishes in a flurry of muffled curses, laying his sweat slicked body atop yours as you both try to regain even breathing.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers before pulling out and rolling off. He drags you into his chest and brushes the hair from your face. “I’m sorry I ruined your dress.”

Your fingertips trace along the scruff on his jaw and you narrow your eyes. “I love you too. And no, you’re not!”

@addikted-2-dopamine @bugsbucky @book-dragon-13 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @eurynome827 @hiddles-rose @imerdwarf @fxckbuckyscoming @jhangelface0523 @jewels2876 @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @loricameback @lookiamtrying @la-cey @marvelgirl7 @nano--raptor @pinkdiamond1016 @randomfandompenguin @sallycanwait68 @tuiccim @the-wayward-robot @white-wolf1940 @littleredstarfish @lizette50​ @harrysthiccthighss​

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it 

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised 

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain 

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

[callmearcturus]

guys

this game is so fucking dangerous

I downloaded it Monday and despite working a full 8am - 5pm job, i have put 17 hours into it.

I cannot overemphasize how much I should not like this game. I am not a fan of Akira Toriyama's art style, and I have always gotten bored out of my fucking skull at games that want you to manage (but not directly control) a village of NPCs.

But THIS GAME!!!!! THIS ONE? FUCK.

1. This game's look is so beautiful and charming and VIVIDLY colorful that even Toriyama's style cannot put me off of it. I actually think I love the monster designs a lot? And since I can be friends with a lot of the monsters, that's great tbh? It reminds me of when people talk about how they wish Minecraft had better graphics or shaders or something.

2. That sulky motherfucker with the spiky hair and red eyes? Hi, he's my best friend. His name is Malroth, and I think???? He might???? Be an amnesiac avatar of destruction? But I'm not sure yet.

He's my bestie. He is way more powerful in combat than I am, and follows me around when I am wandering the beautiful world. He will hit monsters way harder than me, but also when I start collecting materials, he will help. If I start gathering dry grass or clamshells or fresh wood, he literally starts helping! He will gather stuff with me, then swap to monster-hunting if something gets too close to us.

I cannot overestimate how much this has endeared me to this fucking guy.

Also early on, I made him a new wooden club to hit things with. Then, a few hours later I gave him an upgrade, a stone axe. And he was happy, but also told me "I'm still gonna keep the club. It's the first thing you made me so it has sentimental power," and y'all. I had to have a fucking minute.

(And I went "oh that's the game's way of explaining why NPCs don't give back the equipment you give them, that's a fun way of making it a narrative bit" BUT THEN LATER, OTHER NPCS GIVE ME BACK SHIT WHEN I GIVE THEM UPGRADES

SO NO. MALROTH CHOOSES TO KEEP YOUR GIFTS. BC HE CARES. FUCK.)

Anyway. He's my best friend.

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3. The.... world is actually kind of interesting? I think this is a continuation of an older Dragon Quest game in which The Bad Guy Won, so the Church of Destruction took over everything until the entire world basically decided "destruction is good and creation/building is a sin."

But its been going on so long they... don't have anything else to destroy? So there are members of the Church that side with you, A Sinful Builder Who Makes Things, because they are starting to realize that they need more balance, or they won't have anything to destroy anymore and won't that anger their god? 8C

It's really fun.

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4. THE FUCKING SYSTEMS ARE IMMACULATE. Again: I don't like games like this. But I love this game.

So I have a village of NPCs who will just mill around aimlessly. The game tasks me with creating buildings for them so they'll be less useless.

If I made a small room with a stool, a bed, and a nameplate, that will be someone's bedroom and they will start sleeping there.

If I make a BIG room and put in 3 washtubs and a big bath and some towel racks, that becomes a Bathhouse, and at the end of each day my villagers will happily go to have a soak.

This is modular too! So I needing a kitchen. A kitchen is a room with 3 cooking bonfires, 3 sacks of grain, and 1 community chest. I made one, and two NPCs starting taking all the wheat and sugar cane and fish and food materials, and they started making food! And the villagers would eat that food every morning before work.

OKAY AND THEN. The kitchen room was a little big. I looked at it, went "hm" and remember I had a 'recipe' for a dining table (large table + dining set + stools).

I made two dining tables and put them in the kitchen on a whim, and it upgraded into an Agricultural Cafe in which people came in for food every day. The cooks would even bring food to the tables for the NPCs who wanted to have a meal.

Like. Oh my god. The way this is about to balloon is truly terrifying.

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5. When you place your block, you can keep hitting the "place" button and it will continue to build in that direction in a straight line. This is an incredible Quality of Life feature that Minecraft should straight up fucking steal, it's so good.

Anyway. Holy shit. This game is dangerous.

And its currently on Game Pass, so if you have that you can just try it out i mean if you want to i guess but don't say I didn't warn you.