#or I'm js simply so bad

[deprivedofbraincellsandsleep]

wishing so bad that I was a great writer or artist rn

[lexfoster]

She's asleep in the backseat Looking peaceful enough to me But she's waking up inside a dream Full of screeching tires and fire

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head cannons :)

Pairing: Shinsou x Aizawa!Reader

I'm also working on a soulmate au with Shinsou 🤭 I fear he may be my favorite

• You and him meet when Aizawa asks you to spar with him, as you both have quirks that are less equipped for close range combat. You're in class 1-A too which is the class Shinsou would most likely join when he ends up in the hero course so it just made sense.

• You whoop his ass, he's immediately in love. He thinks you're extremely skilled and talented and pretty much begs you to help train him with your dad.

• Maybe it's because he wants to see you more often, but you don't need to know that.

• You ultimately agree and you and Shinsou pretty muuuuch become besties.

• But this is not enough for this man because he is absolutely enamored with you.

• One day while the two of you are sparing, your father leaves to go get another cup of coffee. And at this point he finally manages to pin you to the ground.

• For whatever reason he decides this is the best time to shoot his shot and is like, "Go on a date with me?" While he's just casually got you pinned to the ground.

• You don't manage to give him an answer before your dad gets back, but after you get up and brush yourself off you look at him and mouth a simple 'yes'.

• He smiles like a madman at this and your father looks at him and asks him what he's smiling about. He quickly goes back to his normal tired resting face with a quick nothing.

• Aizawa def thinks this is weird but he decides not to press any father. He feels bad pressing kids to tell him something they don't really have to.

• You guys go on a few dates before you officially start dating. Your father definitely notices that something about the two of you has changed but he doesn't realize that it has to do with the two of you being together.

• He finds out when he walks into your room while you and Shinsou were supposed to be just hanging out and watching a movie. Which he didn't find odd because the two of you had become fast friends with the friendly competition of sparring. But as he walks into your room to ask the two of you want for dinner he finds the two of you making out.

• He IMMEDIATELY kicks Shinsou out of your guys apartment. He isn't really mad that you guys are together he's just mad that you hid it from him and he had to find out like this.

• You guys have a very long conversation about being safe, and he definitely calls Midnight to handle most of it because he thinks he might just simply pass out from embarrassment. (You as well)

• He tells you he doesn't really care as long as you're happy. But this man does not let Shinsou live it down.

• Bro is fighting for his life during training the next day being worked so hard.

• Shinsou eventually gets back on your dad's good side and he comes over for weekly dinners.

I fear I may have an obsession with dadzawa.. and Shinsou.. I'm simply js a girl though. Anyways I hope you enjoyed :) <3 happy reading!

[clemswinecorner]

Take a break [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: When something's off with Harry, there's probably only one person that can make him feel better: his girlfriend.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: a bit of anxiety ish and mentioning of a potential burnout. Nothing extremely angsty :)

I'm back! Except not with a driver fic, sorry for these followers. I want to upload more UK YouTube fics so if you like this make sure to follow :))

masterlist - main masterlist

It was Tobi that shot Y/N a text that afternoon. She was sitting in a random café working, rounding off her things before going home, and Harry was somewhere around London recording. Hey Y/N, I think smth is up with Harry. Dunno if anything has been bothering him recently, js wanted to let u know. He acts fine on camera but if ure near, could you hop by? we just finished up the vid, he’ll be in the studio recording the podcast w me josh and Ethan. It didn’t take much convincing, and since she was nearly done, she was in the studio an hour later. One of the production members opened the door, “Hey, I didn’t know you would come by,” the girl smiles at her. “No, wasn’t in the plans, but just picking up Harry,” Y/N explains, walking into the building. When she walks into the studio, Harry is simply listening to a story Ethan is telling, staring into the distance with his mind visibly somewhere else. Tobi spots her before Harry does, greeting her with a subtle nod. She smiles at him as she sits down behind the lights and cameras, out of view. “I know this is a podcast, but I need to pee really bad, can we do a short break please?” Tobi suggests once Ethan is done with his story. He looks at the production members, as Ethan nods in agreement, “yeah, regroup in 10 minutes then. I’ll keep everything rolling, just so you know,” Tobi nods and stands up, walking out the Studio. He gives Y/N a quick smile when passing her, and she stays seated as the boys all relax. “I’m hungry, haven’t eaten much today,” Ethan stands up as Harry pulls out his phone. He nudges the Guernsey boy, “D’you want anything?” To which Harry shakes his head. Ethan frowns but moves away from the desk nonetheless, as Y/N stands up. “Oh, hey, didn’t know you were here!” Ethan says as he passes her. She smiles, hugging him back quickly. “Yeah, I was around, so I figured I’d come by,” she explains. At the sound of the new voice, Harry’s head slowly perks up. A tired smile forms on his face as they make eye contact, with her nodding her head to signal him over. He stands up and walks over to the pair, making Josh look over, giving the girl a quick wave, which she returns. “Hi,” she softly smiles as she lets him embrace her. “Hey, are you okay?” She nods. “Yeah, did you eat anything yet? I heard Ethan just now,” He softly shakes his head as they pull apart, “No, haven’t been too hungry,” he admits, and she sighs with a knowing look. “Don’t forget yourself, Harry. When you’re done, we’re getting some food, yeah. I’ll order it during the recording, and we’ll go pick it up, go home, and have a night us to, yeah. Maybe all of tomorrow, too?” She suggests, and he nods. “Thank you,” He quietly replies, wrapping his arm around her to press a kiss on her hair. 

As they get back to recording the last part of the podcast, Y/N sits back in her original spot. She now finds Harry looking over more often, and she sends him a smile every time. He seemed a bit more relaxed, a bit more involved in the conversations. He was laughing, that stupid half-assed laugh, that made him look too damn cute. She hated it, though— she hated how she could tell he just laughed because of the cameras. Even if he liked the joke, the smile didn’t reach his eyes the way it usually would. Soon enough the recording’s done, and Harry is given the green light to go, the rest of the crew all seeing the tiredness in his body language. As they stand at the car, Tobi has walked out after them to give them a quick goodbye. “See you later bro, take care, yeah?” He simply tells Harry as they clap hands, before the younger steps into the passenger seat. He gives Y/N a proper hug, “Thanks for coming, let me know how he’s doing, please?” She nods as they let go. “Yeah, thanks for texting. He looks pretty overwhelmed, and he didn’t eat much breakfast either, so…” Tobi sighs, as he looks towards the car. “We didn’t really have time to eat, I should’ve pushed to get lunch more,” Y/N shrugs. “Not much to do now. Again, thanks for looking out for him. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” He nods. “Yeah, thank you too. See you Friday,” he mentions, reminding her of the Sidemen’s anniversary party. “See you then, bye Tobi!” She says, stepping into the car. Harry looks up at her with a questioning look on his face, “What were you chatting about?” He asks, dropping his phone in his lap. She looks at him for a second, “Tobi texted me when you were done with the video if I could hop by. He said you acted fine on camera, but something was off, and I was nearly done with work anyway so I wanted to pick you up. He just asked me to let him know if you were okay,” She answers honestly, to which he nods slowly. “Hmm.” A short silence falls between them as she gets settled, looking over at him before turning the key. “Are you, okay?” She asks. He doesn’t reply immediately, fiddling with his phone. “I- I don’t really, uhh, I dunno. I’ve just… It’s weird, I, uh…” He doesn’t seem to find the words, so she puts her hand on his thigh. “That’s okay. You don’t have to talk, we can get home, have some food, maybe a cuddle, and then talk. Or cry, or scream, or say nothing. Whichever, yeah?” He nods as she squeezes his thigh before moving her hand back to the steering wheel. His hands automatically find her body as they pull out the car park, making her smile subconsciously. “Oh, and there’s something else Tobi mentioned, which I almost forgot. We are going to the Sidemen party, which you probably conveniently forgot is this Friday,” she changes the subject, making him groan in fake annoyance.

Y/N collects the food they ordered, and after a short ride with some soft background music, they’re carrying the bags of food inside. “If you want to change, you can do that now, we can watch a movie or some Brooklyn 99. Do you want a drink?” She asks, as he walks towards the bedroom. He nods, “Just a tea please,” he asks, before changing into his pyjamas. She makes them their drinks, making herself an iced tea, and puts them on the coffee table. Walking back to the kitchen to get the bags of food, she sees Harry taking out the plates and cutlery, and smiles at him. “Do you want to watch anything?” He looks at her and shrugs, “Just something quick. Did you watch the race?” He asks, and she nods. “I had it on, yeah, but was working during it. We can watch the race in 30?” She suggests as they sit down on the couch. He nods, leaning over the table to make himself a plate of food. “Yeah, sounds good,” he says, as she finds the compilation of the latest Formula One race. Harry sits closely next to her, thighs touching each other and occasionally leaning backwards, putting his head on her shoulder. 

He was tired, she could tell, and by the time they’d finished the food he was lying on her lap. She softly combs through his hair as the F1 outro played, and she sighs. “Are you alright?” She asks, and he’s quiet for a minute. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. She motions for him to keep talking, and he sighs. “I’ve just, I’ve been feeling anxious all day and I don’t know why. Didn’t sleep as well either, but that’s not really anything new recently,” he mentions, and she nods. He had been having trouble sleeping recently, falling asleep late and waking up in the middle of the day, unless he had recordings in the morning. “Any reason why? Like, something big happening or a change in something?” He shrugs. “No, not that I can think of. I mean, we have the anniversary coming up and don’t really have anything planned and maybe people will expect something, but that’s not really my doing anyway. I also need to have a video worked out and a more sidemen thing ready by Saturday, but I’ll get that done,” he mentions, rolling his head so he’s looking at her. She looks down at him, looking into his eyes. “I think you should take a break, first, just tonight and tomorrow. No Sidemen business, no YouTube friends, just us. Wasn’t Rosie in Manchester? We could visit her,” she suggests, and he nods. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he softly says. They sit in silence for a bit, thinking about the conversation that just occurred. “If you still feel anxious or weird after that, that’s okay too. We can look into it, if you’ll let me help you, and see what makes you feel better, yeah?” She breaks the silence. He bites his lips as he hesitantly nods. “Hmm. I’m just worried it’s a lasting thing. I’ve got nothing to be stressed about really, people like Simon and JJ are doing way more than I am yet here I am,” he expresses his concerns. “Well, you’ve been doing this for over a decade, baby, and even when you quit uploading you started doing more things for the channel. That and recording not only for the Sidemen but also all of your friends’ channels, plus all the behind the scenes stuff you’re involved in, it’s not hard to be burnt out or overwhelmed,” He nods, fiddling with their hands. “It just feels so unfair to take a break, when I have lots of time off already. I have the one of the easier jobs on the Sidemen channel, you know,” She looks up for a second, thinking about his statement. “Hmm. For you, yeah, but I think Lucy wouldn’t want to switch with you. Just because it’s fun and comes naturally to you doesn’t mean it’s easy, and you don’t work hard,” She explains, to which he nods. “Hmm, I guess that’s true,” he agrees. She shuffles around a bit, and Harry raises his head so she can sit more comfortably. “And like, you have time off, but when do you actually? You’re always recording, or golfing, or on a date with me, which is nice, and you’re busy which is good, and it’s fun, but you know… You need to take care of yourself, have some time for you, as well.” He sighs as he sits up. “Whenever I’m with you is enough. But I do need more time without anything else, maybe,” he admits, grabbing his cup of tea from the table. She smiles at him, “I know you love them, but I know you as well, you’re an introvert. We spend all your other time together, too, which I obviously have zero problems with, but you need your alone time, too,” He looks at her over the rim of his glass. “Don’t be silly, I never need time away from you. Like, I consider nights like this alone time. I can recharge with you,” he sheepishly smiles at her, and she blushes. “I… Wait, that is actually so cute,” She leans against his chest, and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s true,” he simply says, and she giggles. She looks up at him to see him already looking down at her with the same smile still on his face. Despite dating for over two years, it still felt like the honeymoon stage, and the look in their eyes’ says enough. Harry smiles before he presses his lips against hers, and she smiles into the kiss.

Their cups of tea were long forgotten as they get even closer to each other, the kiss filled with love instead of the lust they sometimes were. They both smile into the kiss, just taking in each other's presence, until the sound of the Formula One intro promptly makes them pull away. “Jesus Christ,” Harry just says as Y/N leans into his chest, giggling at the scare. Harry looks for the remote, turning off the video that autoplayed. He looks at her with a loving smile, as she looks up again. “Right, where were we?”

[vi-steponmeplease]

BODY DYSMORPHIA

REQUEST: billie being rrly worried about r eating problems?

a/n: before we get into the fic, i just want to remind everyone that your struggles are valid. i understand where you're coming from and i promise you, you're perfect just as you are, inside and out. you don't need to be slim to be beautiful. that's just society's and men's messed up standards. this is just one of many serious & important topics and i want you to know that my messages are always open if you need to vent, talk, or simply have someone listen.

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pairings - concernedgf!billie x insecure!reader

genre - angst, fluff, suggestive

synopsis: struggling with body image and online criticism, you find comfort as billie lovingly supports you and helps you confront your insecurities with understanding and care.

tw: heavy mentions of body dysmorphia & an eating disorder.

word count: 1.1K

you don't have to change you're perfect the way you are

⟡

she's a pretty girl without the filter she looks beautiful with no makeup on

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

"How about In-N-Out?"

Wide grins spread across everyone's faces as they nod in agreement, then turn to you, waiting for your response. Your gaze shifts to Finneas in the driver’s seat, then to Claudia in the passenger seat, before skimming over Alex and Zoe on your right, and finally landing on Billie—your girlfriend—seated to your left.

"Oh, uh, I'll actually just skip. I already ate, so I'm full," you say with a casual shrug.

"You sure you don't want something for later?" Billie asks, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she lightly squeezes your knee. "I know you. You always say you're not hungry, then an hour later, you're begging me to get you something to eat."

You force a smile, shaking your head. "I'm sure."

During the drive to the fast-food joint, you pull out your phone, your lips pressing into a tight frown as you scroll through the comments left by Billie’s fans on her most recent post—some cruel and cutting, others trying to defend you.

quenxbillie4life: what an ugly fatass bitch prob js a gold digger ↳ ronniel0vesbils: do u even KNOW billie? she's struggled sm with body image. have u heard not my responsibility? u have no right to say that abt her gf.

billieeilishnoticeme69: BIG BACK BIG BACK BIG BACK

billybiggestfan: elephants don't deserve to date global stars like billy ↳ ronniel0vesbils: lmao didn't even spell her name right u fake fan😭

billiespitonme: @ronniel0vesbils is legit fighting for her life out here LMFAO

The harsh words sting, and though the supportive replies are there, they feel drowned out by the negativity. You glance out the car window, trying to shake the ache in your chest, but the comments linger like a shadow.

You try to conceal your exhaustion, but it’s hard to ignore the countless nights spent sobbing, curled up with your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth as you desperately pray to wake up with a model’s body the next day.

But it never happens. And each passing day only deepens the growing hatred you feel toward yourself.

Why would Billie ever choose someone like you?

She’s one of the most ethereal-looking women on the planet, effortlessly breathtaking in a way that leaves you in awe. She never seems to have a bad moment, always stunning. Yet somehow, out of everyone, she chose you.

You sit silently, watching everyone enjoy their burgers and sip on their drinks, all the while wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Deep down, you’ve convinced yourself that you’re not even worthy of a good meal—that starving yourself is just the price you have to pay to lose weight.

Your eyes drop to your hands resting in your lap, fingers fidgeting with your nails as a quiet sigh escapes. Slumping further into the seat, you tune out the lively conversations and laughter of your friends, letting the background noise blur into nothingness.

"You okay, baby?"

The gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You hear the jingle of keys being tossed onto the coffee table, followed by soft footsteps padding across the wooden floor. Billie appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with concern etched across her face. "You were acting a little weird today."

You glance away, offering only a small nod in response, but Billie isn’t convinced. She crosses the room and sits beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight as she exhales softly. Her ring-clad hand comes to rest lightly on your knee.

"You sure?" she presses, her voice tender. "You usually never say no to burgers."

A bitter chuckle slips out before you can stop it, the comment twisting into an unintentional jab at yourself. Are you really such a glutton that even Billie notices the sudden change? The thought stings.

"Yeah," you mutter, your tone tinged with self-deprecation. "That just might be the issue." You roll your eyes at your typical eating habits, the words dripping with sarcasm and frustration.

Billie’s brows knit together, a faint crease forming on her forehead as she shifts closer, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Ah,” she murmurs, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I get it, love. I know how you feel—I’ve been through it.”

Her hand moves up to your arm, fingers tracing gentle, soothing patterns across your skin. “I want you to know I’m here for you. Always. You’re not alone in this, and you never will be.” Her voice is soft but firm, her words wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

“Anything you ever want to tell me, I’m listening. And,” she adds, a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, “you can’t be stressing your pretty little head about all this without me being involved, got it?”

Your lips curl into a soft smile, but the harsh, critical thoughts about your appearance still linger, refusing to be silenced.

Billie notices the unease in your expression. Her hand gives your arm a gentle squeeze before she guides you down onto the bed, your back pressing against the sheets and your head cradled by a pillow.

For a moment, your mind races. Really? Sex? Does she think a distraction like this will actually help right now?

Still, you push the thought aside, watching as Billie moves with quiet determination. Her fingers deftly unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs and tossing them onto the floor. She shifts her focus to your torso, carefully slipping your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

Instinctively, your hands fly to your stomach, trying to cover yourself. Even though Billie has seen you naked countless times, the habit of hiding feels ingrained—an automatic response to the insecurities clawing at you.

Billie is quick to pin your hands gently to your sides, her soft yet firm grip keeping them in place. Her lips brush against your jaw, leaving a trail of warmth as she moves down to your neck, collarbone, and then licks a slow, deliberate stripe down the valley of your breasts.

"Pretty fucking girl," she murmurs, her voice low and filled with adoration. A quiet groan escapes her lips as she shifts lower, her hands gliding across your skin, mapping every inch and curve with reverent care.

"I love you," she says, her words muffled as she presses her lips tenderly against your belly button. "So fucking much, angel. You’re perfect."

Her hands drift to your thighs, squeezing them gently before she peppers a trail of featherlight kisses along their length. “I love every curve, every inch of this gorgeous body,” she whispers, her tone steady and unwavering, as if daring your insecurities to challenge her conviction.

"And that's never, ever going to change."

[billiesoxytocin]

normal people things

pairing: billie eilish x female reader

summary: fluff fluff fluff!! billie opens up to you about her longing and desire to just... be normal again. so you bring her on a spontaneous late-night grocery run with you that reminds her of the quiet joy of normalcy <3 FLUFFF!!!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHH

warnings: just billie being a little sad at the start!

word count: 1.5k a/n: js a little something i wrote on a whim. not my best work but it's cute, i think! i hope you enjoy reading it still :)

your head snapped from the screen in front of you to the sound of keys jiggling behind you. a small smile crept to your face, heart rate slowly building up at the excitement of the love of your life coming home.

you watched from the couch as the doors opened and billie walks in. you were greeted with nothing more than a loud sigh from her and a loud thud from her bag hitting the floor.

no hi my love! no i missed you.

"hello to you too, ms grumpy," you let out a soft laugh, finally catching her attention.

she looked up from the tiny screen on her phone and finally laid eyes on you, her gaze lingering with a slight, apologetic smile.

you knew something must have happened today, so you didn't want to make her feel worse. you tilted your head in a beckoning motion, silently telling her to come sit with you.

and she did. her back slouched. her head hung low.

oh my baby.

she rounds to the front of the couch and came crashing into your already open arms. you let out a content sigh of having her back in your arms after a full day.

this was home.

the raven-haired girl squirmed and shifted on top of you and you let her, till she found the ultimate comfort position– her head snug in the crook of your neck, her legs intertwined between yours, her hands in the warmth of your skin under your shirt.

"you wanna talk about it, baby?" you whispered against her hair, your hands slowly finding their way in her silky hair as they massaged her scalp gently. how you knew she liked it.

you felt her practically melt further into you, a soft hum leaving her system. you let the question hang in the air, knowing that she'll answer when and if she wanted to.

a sigh leaves your lips as you kissed her her head through her hair. you took a deep breath, inhaling her scent that you love so much as you simply embraced her.

"sometimes," billie starts, and pauses. you felt her fingers trailing mindless shapes on your sides as she figured out her words.

"mmhm?"

she lets out a sigh and looks up, her chin resting on your chest as the two of you lock eyes.

"is it bad that sometimes i wish i wasn't... this?"

you furrowed your eyebrows, slightly confused. you tucked a stray hair behind her ear, "what do you mean, bils?"

"like-," she paused again.

you smiled, "my love.."

she looks at you questioningly. "it's just me. you don't have to filter. tell me as it is, baby."

"sometimes i don't want to be the billie eilish, global superstar. i don't want to be recognised everywhere i go. i wanna drive myself around in a cool car, not be driven in a black van. sometimes i just want to be able to go to the grocery store and shop like normal people. do normal people things, you know."

you hummed in acknowledgement as you listened. your heart wrenching just a little, hearing the longing in her voice. billie looked everywhere as she spoke, but your eyes never left her face.

"i feel alien, now, y/n. i don't like that," she ends off with a defeated sigh before laying her head back on your chest.

you sighed as well.

"i'm sorry, baby."

you didn't know what else to say. if you had the power to change things, you would have done it already. and billie knew that.

your hands ran down her back, rubbing soothing circles as you pulled her in just a little tighter.

"don't be, sweetheart. it's not your fault, and nobody can do anything about it now. i'm just complaining."

and suddenly you sat up straight, catching billie by surprise as she was forced up as well. "get dressed," you simply said before pushing her off to stand on your feet.

"huh?"

"get dressed!" you repeated, getting excited. billie laughs at the sight, despite being perplexed by your sudden burst of energy.

"i AM dressed! i just got back. YOU get dressed!"

you looked down at your PJs and winced. she was right. you giggled to yourself as you ran to the bedroom to throw on a hoodie and sweatpants over your PJs, and grabbed another hoodie for billie.

it was 2am on a monday night. and you and billie stay in an apartment a 15-minute drive away from a 24-hour k-mart. and you have your very own sage range rover downstairs.

"put this on, baby." you tossed the hoodie to billie as you grabbed your car keys with one hand, the other leading your girlfriend out of the apartment.

billie laughs loudly, "what is going on? where are you taking me?"

you just smiled all the way down to the car.

"um, the driver seat is here..?" she trailed off in confusion when she saw you standing by the passenger seat door.

"oh! right," you feigned innocence before tossing the car keys to her as well, "you're driving."

you hopped onto the passenger seat, all buckled in and ready to go. you were just so tickled by billie's confusion, giggling to yourself in your seat.

"i know what you're doing, y/n." billie says softly as she settled in the driver seat.

you turned to look at her, lips twitching with a barely-contained smile. “oh, do you?”

she nodded, eyes on the road as she started the engine, the soft rumble filling the otherwise quiet underground garage. “you’re trying to give me my ‘normal people things.’” her voice cracked just a bit at the end, laced with affection.

you reached over and rested your hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “maybe,” you admitted with a shrug. “or maybe i just really wanted to argue with you in the snack aisle over whether sour patch or gummy worms are superior.”

billie snorted, the sound breaking through the heavy mood like a sunbeam through clouds. “gummy worms are obviously better.”

you gasped dramatically, eyes wide. “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

she laughed again, louder this time, and you could practically see the tension start to melt from her shoulders as she backed out of the spot and drove out into the quiet city night.

fifteen minutes and a lot of silly playlist shuffling later, the two of you pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of the all-night k-mart. the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cold glow on the asphalt as the doors whooshed open for you.

both of you walked in like two kids left unsupervised—hoodies too big, sleepy eyes, the thrill of being out when the world was quiet. this was yours. just yours.

you grabbed a cart and started pushing it dramatically, leaning forward like a race car driver. billie jogged up beside you and jumped on the front bar, laughing as you struggled to steer. you nearly crashed into a display of off-brand soda.

“this is unsafe,” you huffed, but you were laughing too.

you hit the snack aisle first. billie held up a party-sized bag of vegan white cheddar popcorn with the most serious expression. “this is a necessity.”

you squinted at it. “that stuff gets everywhere. like—i’ll be finding crumbs in my hair for a week.”

“worth it,” she grinned, already tossing it into the cart.

you found a pack of those off-brand gummy worms and waved them in her face. “don’t say i never compromise.”

she laughed and tossed them into the cart. “i’ll allow it.”

in the next aisle, she stopped in front of a weird assortment of halloween clearance items (despite it being may) and put on a discounted plastic tiara. “do i look like royalty?” she asked, striking a dramatic pose in front of the dusty shelf mirror.

“you are royalty,” you replied, without missing a beat. “but the kind that starts revolutions and burns shit down.”

“so… accurate,” she smiled.

you meandered into the homeware section, where you debated the color of throw pillows for an embarrassingly long time. she found a ridiculously soft blanket—neon pink and fluffy—and wrapped herself in it like a burrito.

“this is who i am now,” she declared, arms tucked in.

“that is seventy percent polyester,” you deadpanned.

“i’m seventy percent done with your judgment,” she smirked.

in the toy aisle, billie made a beeline to the shelves of nerf guns. “don’t tempt me.”

“you’re already tempted,” you warned.

you ended up having a short, ridiculous battle between aisles with foam darts flying everywhere. she tackled you onto one of the giant teddy bears in the corner, both of you breathless with laughter.

and somewhere between the frozen pizza aisle and the pet toys you absolutely didn’t need, billie turned to you and said, “thank you.”

you blinked. “for what? the late-night junk food?”

“no,” she said softly. “for giving me this. this—” she gestured around at the nearly-empty store, the cart with three kinds of chips, your disheveled hoodie, and your hand still holding hers.

“this feeling of being… just a girl. with her girlfriend. at k-mart. at 2am. arguing over whether a slushie counts as hydration.”

you grinned. “it absolutely does not.”

she smiled back, leaned in, and kissed you. soft, sweet, and slow. the kind of kiss that said everything words couldn’t. that she was grateful. that she loved you. that in this moment, she wasn’t billie eilish the global phenomenon.

she was just billie. your billie.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

heyy didnt know if you were down for requests but i js though elliot or dom teaching you how to play the guitar would be rlly cute and shit 😭

(also i love ur fics sm like pls marry me)

Okay well this is literally the cutest request ever!

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"You should take a break from school, ya know, give your boyfriend some attention while he's here in your vicinity." Elliot whines from the bed, sprawling out across the comforter as he groans, rubbing his tired eyes as I look over at the clock, not expecting it to be well after midnight. Guilt suddenly swarms around me, realizing he's been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to give him attention while I completely and utterly focus on school.

"Finals are coming up soon and I am completely and utterly unprepared." I trail off, the pit in my stomach only growing as I think of my upcoming tests in three different classes, knowing that I'm totally unprepared for all of them combined.

It's been a rough year, don't judge me.

"Well who's fault is that, you decided to wait until the last minute to even start-"

"Don't finish that sentence." I point a finger at him and he laughs, his bright smile making me feel a little bit better as I swing around in my chair, looking back and forth between him and the flashcards in front of me.

"Well, if you wanna take a break and come over here, I promise to help you with your flashcards." I ponder his offer for a minute, not expecting him to offer his help, especially when he hates everything that has to do with school, especially all the science classes that I'm in.

"Really?" I bite at my lip and give him a look, a look that he can tell that I feel bad that he would have to help me but I could never decline the help, especially given how desperate I am.

"Really." He nods firmly and I pause, smiling softly at him as I pull my hair down from it's bun, itching at my scalp with a groan.

"Okay." I launch myself out of my chair, flopping onto the bed beside him as he immediately wraps me in his arms, tightly squeezing me as I let out a brief sigh of relief, not realizing how much I missed his arms around me. It feels like I've been gone a century. "Only like twenty minutes and then I have to get back to studying or else I'm seriously going to fail this exam."

"Sounds good." He sighs, sitting up on the bed as he reaches down beside the bed to grab his guitar, strumming quietly as I settle down beside him, watching him with a fond, loving look.

"How did you learn that?" I ask simply, pulling his gaze away from the instrument but he continues to play, shocking me even more.

"The guitar?" I nod. "It's muscle memory. I can teach you."

"I'll probably be ass at it. I'm not the most musically inclined." I laugh and his eyes widen with a knowing glance and I reach out to smack his arm with a loud, offended laugh.

"Trust me, I know- I hear you singing in the shower." Elliot teases and I gasp, sitting up and giving him the most incredulous look, shocked that he hears me and noting to myself to be quieter with my concerts.

"Rude." I mumble.

"It's a good thing you're cute." He presses his finger to the tip of my nose and it scrunches under his touch, my head tilting playfully at him. "Here, you can strum and I'll show you the fingering of it."

"Fingering." I snort and his jaw drops at my innuendo, pinching my side.

"Shut up." He continues to move his fingers around the strings as I strum softly, my gaze stuck on the way his fingers move without the need for him to even watch what he's doing. "See it's not that bad?"

"Don't your fingers get tired?" I ask, feeling the tips of my fingers burn as if there's carpet burn on the tips of each of them and he gives me a shrug, taking my fingers in his grasp to press a kiss to each individual finger.

"Never, I have fingers of steel."

"Trust me, I know." I mock him and his head tips back in laughter, red dusting his cheeks at my taunting.

"Shut up."

[reiiaokii]

love in transit

13. still bad as fuck

scene thirteen in session …

megan let out a contented sigh as the warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the sweat and fatigue of dance practice. she closed her eyes, letting the water massage her muscles, and began to hum a soft tune.

but her relaxation was short-lived. suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by an aggressive banging on the door of her dorm. megan's eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she froze, water still pouring down on her.

megan rushed out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry herself off as she moved. she managed to slip on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a bra, but that was as far as she got.

her heart still racing, megan approached the door cautiously, wondering who could be on the other side. she slowly turned the handle and swung the door open, ready to face whatever was waiting for her.

y/n stumbled forward, a goofy grin on her face. "you smell nice," y/n slurs out.

megan raised an eyebrow, laughing. "what's going on? what happened to you?"

sophia and manon stood on either side of y/n, holding her upright. "we think she had a bit too much to drink," sophia said, chuckling.

y/n shaked her head confidently, insisting she wasn't when well, she clearly was. "i only had a couple shots." y/n groaned as her eyes squinted.

megan shook her head, smiling. "you're such a lightweight."

kazuha stood quietly behind them, a small smile on her face.

"can we crash here for a bit?" manon asked. "y/n's not exactly in any shape to walk."

megan nodded, stepping aside to let them in. "yeah, sure. make yourselves at home."

"good answer, i was going to let them in anyways." sophia laughed, making megan roll her eyes as she playfully smacked the filipina.

"i'll be right back, i'm just gonna put on a shirt." the three simply nodded, and megan beelined for her room.

when megan returns, fully clothed, manon is nowhere to be seen, and y/n's much more sober-looking than when she arrived. sophia's over in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, raising the pitcher to megan, which megan shakes her head.

"you okay?" megan mumbles softly. y/n nods, shyly looking away.

"i'm sorry," y/n groans. "this is really embarassing."

"it's-"

sophia cuts megan off, aggressively slamming the fridge door shut. "y/n, you literally just broke up with the love of your life after a whole year of dating him. sure, he was an ass, but i know you loved him," sophia said, as she made her way to the living room where y/n was resting.

"it's fine that you got drunk. you deserve to. you still look bad as fuck and people noticed." sophia playfully teased, a slight grin playing at her lips that only grew as she managed to crack y/n's somber facade and get a smile out of her.

there's a lot of information to process, but megan focuses on the fact that her not-so-secret crush had just recently broken up with her ex-lover and megan wasn't aware of it. of course, she knew about the whole mateo and y/n situation going on because of it being the only thing blowing up her social media feed, but she didn't know they'd actually broken up.

"huh?" megan isn't sure how to respond. sophia appears in front of y/n, holding the glass to her lips.

"we'll tell you about it. manon just went out to get some drinks."

"y/n has been sober for like one minute, and you're just gonna get her drunk all over again?" kazuha huffs in amusement.

"spot on." sophia winks playfully.

this wasn't how megan expected the night to go, but it looked like she didn't have much of a choice.

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i'm not sure how many people will actually see this post, but anyone who does, hi! i'm vip, and i have some pressing questions on my ol' mind!

so, i'm... severly mental ill, to say the least of it, diagnosed with depression, adhd, anxiety, bpd, professional suspicions of autism and ptsd, and personal suspicions of some sort of dissociative disorder.

to make this easier, im going to breakdown what's been happening...

so, i can't say i've ever noticed being GONE from the present per say, but it's more like... i'm sort of present at all times, but have different personalities or voices who crop up and direct me. my tones change, sometimes my accent changes, my mood changes, the words i use change, certain skill sets might change, thought processes change, etc.

i've struggled with identity for a long time, i just don't like to share that fact usually, particularly because it scares the shit out of me and also due to the fact that i am constantly telling myself that i must be an attention seeker and a faker and a liar, even though i have only spoken about my suspicions of potentially being a system with a single trusted person.

some voices have names, there are several who are at least based on fictional characters, and others who aren't... sometimes i can communicate more clearly between separate voices, and other times it feels like one train of thought that's jumping back and forth for a single mental conversation, like i say something and then respond to myself but it still doesn't feel like just me? i have had people point out that i'm acting different before, but i have a consistent stream of consciousness, so i feel like that's kind of... idk... i feel like that's not how systems work, is it? bc it's less like individual people who take the reigns and more like i am a sort of central core, and then there are little voices or influences, some stronger or bolder than others, who sort of... blend in with me? and influence what i'm doing... so like... i know what's going on, i feel in control, but i don't feel... normal?

if anyone has any way they can help me decipher some of this, please let me know. for now, i've taken to using plural kit and simply plural to log these personality shifts.

i do intend to speak to a psychiatrist and/or at least a therapist about this, but i haven't been able to get that far quite yet. any help in the meantime would be greatly appreciated.

( i have trauma, but a lot of my childhood from at least anything prior to 6th grade is rather blurry, there's memories here and there, some clearer than others, some just gone, i know i've had some pretty bad medical trauma all prior to the age of three, but also some beyond that, i know my parents have always fought a lot, i know that i never stayed in one school for longer than a single grade year, i know i had very inconsistent friendships, i know i played pretend or even "played games with myself" including "hide and seek" which was... generally just sad... but yeah, i do have trauma, i js dont know if it's enough to cause what happened? oh! i also started school a year earlier than most, so i turned 10 part way into 5th grade, i know a lot of sources say that this stuff had to happen prior to... 9? 7? it's unclear... but... just letting that be known )

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I Choose Her | Chapter 15

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: character death, mentions of animal abuse, y/n and hermione are so protective of each other it's sick

Note: Hello! wow this one took forever, I feel bad that I'm always apologizing for delayed updates but oh well here we are :/ this one is more to move the plot forward and I wanted to follow canon in a way that would make sense for this story

anyway, as always thank you so much for the continued support and an even bigger thanks for your patience! crossing my fingers that updates will be more frequent from here on out. that's it, i hope you enjoy this one!

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Hermione stands over you as you hold out the thick strand of hair, pinched in between your fingers.

Harry and Ron stare at it with bated breaths, the air in between the four of you is still; anticipating.

You didn't have to consider for too long to know it belonged to your mother. You had nearly mistaken it for your own, if it weren't for the grayish undertones, only fully visible when illuminated.

It seems every time you saw your mother, her hair would be a shade lighter. As time did its duty, as the years passed, the older each of you got, the less you resembled the other.

You don't see your mother when you look in the mirror, not anymore.

"Are you sure that's hers?" Ron asks as you rise from your crouching position.

The painful lump in your throat prevents you from answering him.

You swallow thickly.

"I'm sure." You finally say.

Silence once again, as Ron reaches out to carefully pick out the strand, retrieving it from your grip, he drops it into the flask he held in his other hand with even more precision.

The only noise that fills the air is a faint sizzle, as the polyjuice potion consumes its final ingredient.

You feel Hermione move to your side, her fingers curl around your bicep, her other hand firmly intertwines with yours.

"Are you certain we'll be allowed into Bellatrix's vault?" Harry asks, he looks at you expectantly and you grace him with an assured nod.

"I've seen my mother retrieve things for her dozens of times, it'll work." You claim, but Harry's immediate skepticism doesn't evade you, and honestly, you can't hold it against him.

Your plan is far from foolproof. Like many times before the four of you are simply hoping to get by on pure chance and luck.

"How do we know what it is, when we get in her vault? I mean, a Horcrux could be anything." Ron asks, a question you were all wondering.

"I'll know." Harry quips plainly.

You glance at Hermione to shoot her a look before returning your attention back to Harry.

"It's hard to explain but– I'll just know." He adds, and none of you wish to push on the subject further.

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You watched as Hermione lifted the flask filled with polyjuice to her lips, but then she pauses. Her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath, as if preparing herself.

"Wait–" You interject, rising from the bed, in three large strides you are standing before your girlfriend.

"Let me drink it." You then place a hand over Hermione's, but she pries it off lightly.

"No, I'll do it." She counters, and you don't attempt to mask your disapproval.

"You can't drink it." Hermione reiterates.

"When we get to Gringotts, it'll appear more believable with you by my side, you know it." She adds, and you hate that Hermione is right.

You sigh.

"Darling, it's too dangerous." You breath out, your hand travels up her forearm, eventually tenderly cupping her face.

Hermione instinctively shuts her eyes at the sensation, she leans into your touch, her muscles no longer tense, her body visibly reacts to your warmth.

"We're all in danger." She finally claims, once your eyes meet again.

"This is the only way. There's another Horcrux hidden in her vault, we just have to find it." Hermione states assuredly but it does nothing to convince you of the plan.

You remain staring at your girlfriend, Hermione always had a way of making your heart feel like it could just implode within your chest.

You are overcome with love, care, and longing, all of these feelings encapsulated in the sheer dread of what's to come, of what might happen.

Hermione finds no trouble in returning your gaze.

This wordless exchange lasts for several seconds until Hermione decides to take advantage of your unmoving state. She leans in, passionately capturing your lips with her own.

Your hands quickly shift to rest on her waist, you then feel Hermione's hand move to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

You are taken aback as she opens her mouth wider, deepening the kiss, soon enough her tongue makes contact with your own.

You have no air left in your lungs, but the last thing you wish to do is pull away.

Hermione lets out a light hum as she presses her body up against yours; her eagerness causes your entire body to tremble, you worry your legs might give out at any moment.

The kiss ends as abruptly as it began.

A sharp gasp leaves Hermione's lips as she takes a step back, as if it proved a real struggle for her to cease the kiss.

Soon a sense of euphoria overcomes your entire being, even if it is fleeting, you feel at peace and it translates into a boyish grin across your face.

Hermione notices, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hide a smile herself.

She places a lingering hand over your chest before shoving you away playfully.

"Go on, wait outside. I'll meet you there." Hermione orders, and you know better than to protest.

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You continued to pace back and forth, the usually maddening feeling of sand repeatedly filling your shoes does nothing to distract you.

Trepidation rapidly materializes within you the longer you waited for your girlfriend.

By taking the Polyjuice and assuming your mother's identity, Hermione is putting herself in immense danger, and you are expected to stand by and simply witness it, again.

"It'll be fine." You hear Harry's voice, but you don't acknowledge him.

You can't feel anything beyond the incessant pounding in your head; you possessed barely any strength at all, you mustered just enough to stomach this.

Soon enough, Hermione emerges from the hut and the sight you are met with is unsettling.

The woman standing before you appears to resemble your mother. Wearing the clothes your mother would wear, there was no trace of Hermione, beyond her voice.

Harry and Ron fail to speak alongside your silence. Hermione looks between the three of you impatiently.

"So, how do I look?" She asks, and you can't help but grimace.

"Disturbing." You quip.

Then you had no choice but to look away.

"Come on, let's just get this over with." You release an exasperated breath and Harry emerges next to you with Griphook.

"Griphook you give that to Hermione to hold onto, alright?" The man states, but it mainly sounded like a warning.

The Goblin lets out a subtle gripe as he hesitates, before eventually sheathing the steel into your girlfriend's bag.

"You get us into Bellatrix's vault, and the sword is yours." Harry reassures.

Ron finally takes out his wand so he may alter his own appearance, with a single wave, his hair is inches longer. The beard that appears on his face ages him, and makes him nearly unrecognizable.

"Now remember the plan, I'll be under the cloak with Griphook. Y/n and Hermione you'll try to convince the Goblin to let you through. Ron, you stand back in case anything happens." Harry runs through the plan once more and this time you don't suppress a scoff.

Hermione grabs your arm, wordlessly asking for you to stand down.

"This is a terrible plan." You say it anyway, and Harry doesn't retaliate, instead he nods in agreement.

"I know. But it's still the best one we've got."

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You had to remind yourself to breathe as you walked through the doors of Gringotts.

Although certain the anxiety you are feeling at this moment is incomparable to the terror Hermione must be experiencing.

You had to battle every instinct urging you to reach out and hold your girlfriend's hand.

Ron trails closely behind the two of you, Harry and Griphook somewhere close by, hidden by the cloak of invisibility.

You brace yourselves once you get to the podium, a moment passes, but the Goblin on duty fails to acknowledge your presence entirely.

Hermione takes it upon herself to clear her throat.

Still, nothing.

She glances at you for help, and you nod, urging her to speak.

"I wish to enter." Your girlfriend states curtly, her best attempt to appear menacing.

In any other instance you would find it a little humorous, but right now, Hermione's poor imitation only makes you wince.

The Goblin fails to acknowledge either of you still, your patience rapidly thinning out.

"My mother has been sent to clear out Madam Lestrange's vault. I am certain you understand why you mustn't delay us." You say and the creature finally looks up.

His entire demeanor shifts, but it only helped to annoy you further.

"Madam, forgive me I did not realize it was you." Bogrod says, feigned cordiality.

"Of course you may enter.. but first, do you mind presenting your wand?" He adds and there is a pause.

You can sense Hermione's panic, but she tries her best to maintain a composed front.

She folds her arms over her chest.

"I hardly think that's necessary." Hermione states.

"I'm afraid I must insist." The Goblin's grin falters, and you realized you had to quickly step in

"Why?" You say, instinctively stepping forward, partially shielding Hermione with your body.

"New policy, I'm afraid." Bogrod explains, but before you can argue your case, the creature's expression shifts.

Your eyes catch the waft of green smoke seeping into the Goblin's nostrils.

You manage a quick glimpse of what looked like the tip of a wand being retracted, it disappears seemingly into thin air.

Y/n quickly realizes that Harry has sensibly, stepped in before things got ugly.

In an instant, the Goblin changes his tune.

"Very well, Madam, if you will follow me." He says with a dopey smile.

You hear Hermione let out a sigh of relief, you can't help but do the same.

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The ride through the dungeons was nothing close to pleasant. The cart transporting you zoomed at an unfathomable speed, the abrupt turns and twists would have made you nauseous, if you weren't feeling sick already.

Hermione continues clutching your hand in hers, tighter than usual, your grip is similar in turn.

Finally, the cart halts, and before you know it, the six of you are free falling dozens of feet.

You reach for your wand in your pocket but Hermione beats you to it.

"Arresto Momentum!" She exclaims, and your bodies hang mid air, inches from the ground. Soon the spell wears off, the six of you fall onto the cold, wet, stone, front first.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry says, as he helps himself off the ground.

You quickly do the same, rushing over to help your girlfriend up.

Hermione gladly takes your hand, when your eyes meet, you notice her appearance, she is back to her usual self.

The Polyjuice potion had entirely worn off but Bogrod, still under the Imperius curse, is unable to do anything about it.

"Come on, this way." Griphook shouts, he leads the four of you to the vaults.

He navigates the dark cavern with ease, as you try to get your eyes to adjust, a piercing screech fills the air, and it causes both you and Hermione to glance at each other.

You warily follow Griphooks lead, but the sight you're met with when the six of you turn the corner makes your breath catch in your throat.

"That's a Ukrainian Ironbelly–" Ron points out, awe and disbelief you shared.

Then Griphook picks up an object you quickly deduced to be a certain type of bell. As he shakes it, the dragon's screeching intensifies, it flails around as if trying to escape the noise.

It was only then you noticed the thick metal chains around its neck and legs.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears this sound." The creature claims and Hermione releases you so she may step forward, following his lead.

She speaks once she is in earshot of the Goblin.

"That's barbaric." Your girlfriend says, a certain tenor to her voice, you knew her well enough to recognize that she was truly indignant.

The dragon's screeching continues as the four of you slip past it.

It only retreats to cowers silently in the corner once the noises from the bell stops.

The vault is now in sight, as the group approaches you can't help but notice that Bogrod has disappeared.

You glance out at where you spotted the Goblin last and sure enough. He was standing in front of the dragon, simply staring at it; the curse has evidently impaired his judgment and all sense of danger.

"Wait– what do we do with him?" You gesture to Bogrod.

Although before anyone can respond, the Ukrainian Ironbelly takes a large step forward, then from its mouth, comes flames, big and blistering enough to turn the entire space scorching hot in an instant.

The once Goblin was now burnt to nothing but ash.

Hermione, Y/n and the boys only manage to stare in utter shock.

"That's unfortunate." Ron finally quips.

"Come on, we don't have much time." Griphook warns, he advances forward and the four of you follow.

As you arrive at the vault, it appears familiar to you, but only distantly.

It was not the vault Snape led you to a few months ago but it appears almost identical.

"Is this where you got the sword?" Hermione asks in a hushed tone, and you quickly shake your head.

"No, the key Snape gave me led to a different vault." You explain, but your girlfriend doesn't say anything, expecting your response.

As the five of you enter Bellatrix's vault, it is worse than you expected.

It is filled with random trinkets, some valuable, some not.

The three of you sport a defeated expression, but Harry was not going to give up so easily.

He steps forward.

"It's in here, I can sense it." He states.

You observe silently as The Chosen One approaches a particular cup, amidst an array of objects that look nearly identical to it.

Soon enough he reaches for it.

Harry holds out the cup, nothing is said, but there is an energy that reverberates through the air.

It's unmistakable. He has a Horcrux in hand.

"Pass me the sword." He extends his arm and Hermione scrambles through her bag, eventually retrieving the steel.

She passes it to Harry, he grips the pommel, but doesn't get the chance to do much else as a noise captures your attention.

Ron knocks over a goblet by accident, instead of breaking as it touches the ground, it only multiplies.

As the duplicate makes contact with another object it does the same thing. Soon objects are spawning at a rapid rate, filling up the already limited vacant space by your feet.

"What's happening?" Hermione exclaims over the loud noise, you instinctively step to her side as she nearly loses her balance.

"It's an enchantment, everything you touch will multiply." The Goblin explains, you aren't given much chance to come up with an escape plan as the objects quickly engulf all five of you.

For what felt like eternity, you fought to keep your head above.

You spot Hermione and Ron doing the same, but you can't see Harry anymore.

Amidst the chaos, somehow, Griphook gets a hold of the Horcrux.

Then, Harry finally emerges from the sea of gold and silver. He frantically looks around, in search of the object, but his attention shifts to the Goblin as he proudly holds up the Horcrux.

"We had a deal, Griphook!" Harry bellows, and the creature only grins, malicious, irritating.

"The cup for the sword!" He strikes up the bargain, and you curse under your breath.

It is getting increasingly difficult to stay afloat, and you watched as Hermione and Ron struggled the same.

Harry begrudgingly hands over the sword, the Goblin then returns the Horcrux back to him.

"I said I'd get you in, I never said anything about getting you out." Griphook quips, he holds his hand up against the door, unlocking it.

Soon the objects begin spilling out of the vault after him but the four of you continue to struggle to make your way to the exit.

If only you could retrieve your wand, you could stop the Goblin from going any further.

"Hermione, can you reach your wand?" You shout, and the struggle in your girlfriend's face is evident.

"I'm trying!" She replies.

After moments of struggle, the four of you miraculously manage to make your way out, but it was too late.

The Goblin is nowhere to be seen.

"Griphook!" Harry calls out in anger, he doesn't expect a reply, and he doesn't receive one.

His voice echoes through the dungeons, and it only works to disturb the dragon ahead.

It lets out another deafening screech.

You approach slowly, in search of the object that you know will subdue the beast, but you can't find it anywhere and you know for certain Griphook is the reason for it.

"The bell- it's gone." You don't try to conceal your distress.

"That foul creature– how are we supposed to get out of here?" Ron curses and you begin looking around for some type of solution, an idea to come to you.

You take an experimental step forward; careful, quiet.

You consider that perhaps, if you moved slowly, the dragon won't react.

However, your theory was quickly proven incorrect as the beast storms towards you within the confines of its chains, soon opening its mouth.

You were only inches away from getting charred alive before Hermione harshly grabbed your arm, yanking you to her side.

The pins you up against the pillar, out of the dragon's sight.

Ron and Harry stood a few paces away, their backs also against the wall.

"What on earth was your plan there?" Hermione hisses, and you are staggered for a moment.

You've never seen her so furious with you.

"I just thought if I moved quietly–" You start, but then another loud noise pierces the atmosphere.

Clearly, your stunt only exacerbated the dragon's already agitated state.

The sounds that follow suggest that the formidable beast was now fighting to be released from its restraints.

"Don't you ever try something like that again–" Hermione warns, her hand still gripping your collar.

You nod apologetically, suddenly you almost feel like a child being reprimanded.

Your girlfriend finally loosens her grip on your shirt.

The beast's actions begin to get larger and louder, in its outrage it clamours at the stone walls, chipping large pieces off.

"What a joke– did we go through all of that just to die in here?" Ron quips.

"We can't apparate.." Your girlfriend mumbles to herself, mentally debating an escape plan.

"Hermione?" Harry asks, it sounds closer to a desperate plea.

You were all stumped, only hoping that the mostly brilliant mind out of the four of you will manage to think of a plan to escape.

Hermione finally looks up at you, and by the look on her face you can tell whatever it might be; she's figured something out.

"I've got an idea, but it's mad." She admits, with a raised voice and truth be told you hated the sound of that.

Harry and Ron stare at her expectantly and you only grow more nervous by the second.

Hermione turns to y/n, you don't speak a word to her but it is not required as she already senses your anxiety, she places a firm hand on your chest right above your heart, you were certain she can feel it pounding against her palm.

"Just trust me." She reassures, too swiftly for your liking, as she completes her sentence she retreats.

You can only anticipate her next move, and it is not one you'd ever expect, in fact it nearly sends you into an early grave.

You watched as Hermione leaped off the balcony, landing on the dragon's back.

"Hermione!" You exclaim.

She struggles to get a grip of the beast for a moment, you are stunned when the dragon stills, it doesn't try to force Hermione off it's back.

"Come on!" Your girlfriend shouts, and you were first to mirror her earlier action. With a single large leap you manage to grab onto the dragon's horns, you pull yourself up, situating yourself behind Hermione.

The dragon reacts the same, but it is too fixated on the chains wrapped around its neck to care.

Soon enough Harry and Ron manage to climb on as well.

There is a point of eery stillness as the dragon seemingly appears too tired to continue fighting.

"Now what?" Harry poses a good question, and you take it upon yourself to fish out your wand.

"Relashio!" In one swift move, you fling the spell, aiming for the dragon's tail.

The beast reacts violently, in the process, the spell breaks the chains tethering it to the ground, finally freeing the beast from its restraints.

"Defodio!" Your girlfriend exclaims as she holds out her own wand, and soon enough, the dragon takes flight, bursting through the ceiling.

In an instant, Gringotts Bank is reduced to fragments of wood, glass and stone as the dragon flees the building, taking the four of you with it.

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You have been on dragonback for what felt like hours, however an uncanny feeling of serenity, fills you as the beast flew through the air, past villages and hillsides.

As you approach the vast water, the dragon begins to fly lower; it appears the beast aims to halt its tiresome journey through the city soon.

"We're dropping!" Harry exclaims, panic begins to set in amongst the four of you once again.

"I say we jump!" Ron suggests, but you aren't particularly fond of the idea.

"What?" You bark.

"When?" Hermione chimes in.

"Now!" Harry responds as he lets go, you watched as he falls into the freezing water below.

He is quickly followed by Ron and Hermione, and you let out a groan as you release your grip on the dragon.

"Damn you, Weasley!" You exclaim as you freefall into the lake.

As your body touches the water, it immediately feels like hundreds of blistering hot knives are incessantly puncturing your skin.

It is almost unbearable, but then your head rises to the surface and pure instinct kicks in. The four of you, with some difficulty, eventually manage to swim to shore.

-

Hermione grabs your hand to help you up, in your weakened state you barely manage to climb the cliff.

Harry storms ahead, seemingly unaffected, no doubt driven by pure adrenaline.

"He knows." He blurts out.

"You know who." Harry explains, and Hermione lets go of your hand to catch up to the dark haired man.

"He knows we broke into Gringotts, he knows what we took, and he knows we're hunting Horcruxes." He admits.

"How is it you know?" You ask, jogging slightly to catch up, Ron following closely behind.

"You let him in?" Hermione asks, her tone dissaproving.

"Harry you can't do that–" She says but her bestfriend interrupts.

"Hermione, I can't always help it! Or maybe I can, I don't know." He retaliates.

"Never mind that, what happened?" You interject.

The four of you halt as you get to the top of the cliff.

"Well, he's angry– and scared too." Harry starts, he holds out his hands as Hermione retrieves her bottle of Essence Of Dittany from her bag.

She places a few drops on his palms, doing the same on yours, and then Ron's.

You rub your hands together as Harry continues speaking.

"He knows if we can find and destroy all the Horcruxes, we'll be able to kill him. I reckon he'll do anything to stop that happening." Harry finishes and you scowl at the thought.

Soon, the boys begin stripping so they may change into dry clothes.

Hermione instead retrieves a large blanket from her bag, she drapes it over you, before pulling you close to her body so she may share your warmth.

"There's more– one of them's at Hogwarts." Harry explains.

"What?" Ron says in disbelief and his friend only nods.

"You saw it?" Your girlfriend asks, skeptical.

Harry nods again.

"I saw the castle, and Rowena Ravenclaw. It must have something to do with her, we have to go there now." The Chosen One states, assuredly.

"What? We can't do that, we've got to plan, we've got to figure it out." Hermione counters.

"Hermione when have any of our plans ever actually worked?" Harry recounts, his gaze shifting between y/n, Hermione and Ron.

"We plan, we go there, all hell breaks lose." The dark haired man states, and neither of you have an argument, he was stating the plain truth.

"He's right– just one problem." Ron starts.

"Snape's headmaster now, we can't just walk through the front door."

Then there's a pause.

You can feel Hermione shivering against you, you swiftly wrap an arm around her, an attempt to keep her as close as possible.

"Well, then we'll go to Hogsmeade. To Honeydukes– take the secret passage." Harry offers a solution, and you nod in agreement.

"I think– there's something wrong with him–" He adds, and the three of you wait for Harry to explain.

"In the past, I've always been able to follow his thoughts– now everything just sort of feels disconnected." The dark haired man says, he adjusts the glasses on his face.

"Maybe it's the Horcruxes? Maybe he's growing weaker, maybe he's dying?" Ron suggests but Harry was quick to shake his head.

"No, it's more like he's wounded. If anything he feels more dangerous." Harry states plainly, and now you are shivering for an entirely different reason.

Hermione glances at you, as you exhange a look, you can't help but acknowledge that all too familiar sense of impotence as it looms over all of you.

The uncertainty and impending doom; it feels as though the more Horcruxes you uncover, the more uncertain the end seems.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 8

unnecessary crush anon, qualms anon (new), @teasiswriter , grounded anon, pg anon

unnecessary crush anon

unnecessary crush anon (although this is nothing related to crushes)

umm...

so recently, i took a type of 'career counseling' because im lost in life.

and i consider myself to be good in english and - even though im fucking drowning in the crossroads of the path of my future, i still considered myself to be taking something related to english - preferably journalism or smt

but this GUY just said 'with the rise of ai, english is no longer a subject, ai will remove all use of people writing creativley, there is no scope of english writing creativily, yada yada yada

and worse - this GUY just suggested i go towards corporate (which i HATE)

now, to be fair, he also said that if i choose a few things or the other, i still will be able to do journalism or whatever, but still, CORPORATE? HELL NAH

idk, im just fuming as to how this GUY just destroyed like the one thing im absolutely sure im good at.

like

with all he's going with 'your academics' 'your extracurriculars' its really not that impressive, considering that i had little to no hand in my wins, and even if i did, the wins were little

idk

ive just...

Hi!

That's like...infuriating. Especially since like...AI can't be creative. That's the whole point.

Honestly, I'm not a career counselor and idk what country you live in so idk how much my advice could help but I think if you want to go into a field that involves writing (like journalism, etc) then the best thing to do is to YES still go for that field, but also minor in something that can get you a job right away. Sometimes things like being a journalist involve both time and luck, so having something to do while you work towards your goal is a good idea. So like major in journalism, but minor in editing or something. That way you can get an editing job while you work towards becoming a journalist after school.

But don't give up on your dreams! I believe in you!

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qualms anon

hey Cas

i really don’t know how to explain this situation without sounding like a horrible person, but i think i need to break up with my partner. i don’t know how to because i genuinely do love him a lot, it’s just. for whatever reason I don’t see it lasting. it might js be my attachment style or my trauma promoting me to run away, or maybe i don’t actually like men because he’s really the only man i’ve ever had a crush on. i’m js so confused and it feels like im leading him on and he is so so perfect and he deserves someone who isn’t having constant qualms about whether or not we should even be together

Hi!

I don't think you're a horrible person at all for this. You can't control your feelings! I think you have two healthy options here: either talk with your partner about how you're feeling and still try to make it work if that's what you both want, or talk with your partner about how you're feeling, and break up. But hiding your feelings is the only thing that WOULD be bad, because its not being honest and will result in more hurt in the long run.

A good relationship requires communication, even when it's scary <3

Keep me updated!

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@teasiswriter

Hi Cas

I’m sorry for another downer of an ask but

I’m really really disappointed in myself. I just want to be employed so badly and I just feel like I’m not good enough

I applied to so many places, and I’ve looked through like 70 jobs and almost all them say I’m too young. Is it my fault? There are jobs that I simply didn’t want because they went against who I am and what I could tolerate doing as a job (like being a member of a teenage “TikTok hype house” or an organization my mom suggested where people learn about their blackness, and I didn’t want to because the way my parents force their ideas of blackness usually clashes with me as a person (how, it’s funny and normal for black kids to be yelled at and dismissed by their parents, or how everything but nothing is about race all the time) but now I feel guilty for saying no.

Why are ten different places refusing to tell me yes or no? Why are some jobs insistent on making the requirement be so high when the very fact they can work with any minors means they can lower it to my age?

And it’s the only thing my grandparents and parents talk about. It’s not fair. Why won’t anyone give me a straight answer? I can do what’s required, really I can! I can be a good worker and balance everything, so why is everyone making it so difficult?

(redacted)

Please I just want someone to hire me, so I can be out of the house and be myself.

I hate everything and I want to cry

I’m really sorry

Hi!

I promise, it's NOT you. The job market is AWFUL.

I think I remember you saying this is your first job, right? Have you tried looking into the more...I don't want to say boring, but..boring jobs? Fast food restaurants, gas stations, grocery stores, clothing stores, things like that? I know those aren't the ideal, but sometimes doing those things will help you get the experience other, better, places are looking for.

I'm so sorry this is weighing so heavily on you <3 Like I said, it's NOT you. It sucks that the world is like this. I promise, you WILL find something. Oh also! Ask your school and your local library! Sometimes places who need people to work will tell schools and libraries to look out for kids who want jobs.

Good luck! <3

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grounded anon

Hello

It is me once more

So basically, my step uncle died

The thing is, I didn't know him.

Never met him or heard him.or called him or was told about his personality

Never even saw a picture

So when my mom told me the news I stayed silent for a bit. before saying "im sorry, that's horrible"

She then called me selfish, saying I only cared about me

She said my dad told her I apparently don't give a shit about her

She said other stuff but its not important

The only thing keeping me from doing something drastic is my bsf. You know the one. We've been texting over Tumblr dms.

No, to answer your question, I do not habe any trusted adults. The only adults I have think im selfish and a liar and a manipulator.

I had to miss my one guaranteed chance of seeing my friend at art camp because of this

Also the religious camp isn't s conformimg one

I've went before, so I know what to expect

Im so tired of being at this stupid house

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-grounded anon

Wow, okay. I feel like I would have reacted the same way you did. Like what else can you say? It's not like you threw a party lol.

You clearly are not selfish. I'm sorry your parents are saying that. It's like...there's not any perfect way to respond to death but I feel like you did a good job, especially since you're just a kid!

I'm glad you have a supportive friend, at least. That's so important <3 Whether or not you see them, you know they're there, which MATTERS.

I'm sending you so much love!

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pg anon

C - please remember that you're not responsible for anyone's life. if you aren't able to respond (because you're asleep or you just mentally can't) that's NOT on you. You're also well within your rights to call an adult or the police if someone is telling you these things. it's a safety issue, you know?

Schools - I forget if I've asked this but does your school have guidance counselors? It's like...their job to help you figure out this stuff, so you should make them do their job. Ask them questions about the schools you want to go to and what you need to do, you know?

identity- it's OKAY to struggle with this stuff, especially when you're young. I think, like you said, you just have to decide what to do about it. like you have a bf, does your struggles affect your relationship? if not, then take your time figuring it out! you have your whole life to figure that stuff out, you know? You don't owe anyone, not even yourself, a label.

online friends- is there a way to like...stay out of it? still be friends with both people? it sounds like you're not directly involved so if I were you id stay out of it as much as possible. be friends with the people YOU like and relate to, and fuck everyone else's opinions, you know? I know its easier said than done, but in the long run, it's worth it.

friendship in general- I'm so sorry </3 I wish I could say more to make you feel better but I hope you know I'm here for you to vent any time. Also, happy belated birthday <3 the blender sounds cool!

sending love!

[eossa]

Featured Posts without jQuery?

So, you might know this amazing tutorial right here by @fukuo about making a featured posts section with the Tumblr API and jQuery.

Given that we're all kind of try to move away from jQuery, I thought, would it be possible using vanilla JS only? I tried converting it by myself first but — after reading a StackOverflow thread on how to convert jQuery's "getScript()" to vanilla JS — I realized that I lack the knowledge to do that (and not need ages for the conversion). Instead, I decided to use different online converters and check if the JS looks valid and doesn't contain traces of jQuery still; I ended up using this converter here. The result can be seen here (just the script).

However, when I use this script, there is no result at all and the featured posts are not being displayed. The code analysis on CodePen tells me that "Uncaught TypeError: document.querySelector.getScript is not a function", which brings me back to the aforementioned StackOverflow thread that made me feel like the huh? cat.

I did try @eggdesign's featured tags code as an alternative but either I'm incapable of running even that one or it is simply not compatible with @mournstera's base code, which I'm using.

If anyone has ideas on how to fix the converted code to make it work, I'm glad to hear your suggestions, it can only get better and I thank you in advance for offering your time and skill to help.

TL;DR: I'm once again losing the fight against the boss (JS + jQuery) and I'm handing the controller (bad code) to a cousin (incredible people on this site) to beat him.

[raedear]

so, you know how that recent article says Henry Golding's character (Tuah) may have info on the reason behind immortality? someone brought that up in the Discord server Greg Rucka is a part of and commented how he's said in previous interviews that he didn't want to reveal the mystery too much (see: star wars and the 'midichlorians' bungle) and Greg responded simply a cryptic: "I'm not the sole screenwriter credited"

so, it sounds like he didn't want to reveal the reason behind immortality and Netflix cut him out of the process (he said he hasn't been involved with the sequel since right before they started filming in 2022) and then hired a new screenwriter to come up with the crap that they wanted to shoe-horn into the story.

I think we'd better prepare ourselves, js…

tbf his screenplay for the first one was apparently so crap he got sacked and that's when Charlize and Gina stepped in, so it might not be as bad an omen as it appears

[bambisnc]

a guide to : whispers of sealook high [ft. ot7 riize!]

okay lovely player, here and now i, the creator, will be explaining to you how this game (series) will play out.

throughout the storyline, you will meet different characters. you can choose to play through their routes and make choices specific to them; but you must remember to not neglect your duties and relationships towards the other characters.

should you happen to make a wrong decision, you will get a BAD END. there may be multiple of these scattered throughout; so beware!

in most cases, you will get the option to simply go back and restart from whichever point you choose. however, certain cases will involve polls via which all the players must make one collective decision. whichever option wins the poll will become the only playable option.

for example; say there's a poll which poses the question of choosing which riize member you wish to hangout with for the day. if sungchan wins the poll (i.e. has the maximum number of votes) you will only get to hangout with him (meaning, i will write only for him).

this is a new concept i'm trying out, so i'm mainly winging everything; hence i am definitely more than open to any suggestions or tips or even some ideas that you might want to see here!

notes : not anything too hugebut im swamped w overthinking rn so!! js a little explanation/intro for the series <3 and the header did take me 3 hours tyfa! and obviously tumblr fucjed up how it looks so click for better qquality OH AND THE LITTLE DOODLES KINDA GIVE HINTS ABOUT ALL THE CHARAS !!! SO HEHE HAVE FUN W THAT <3

[p-oisn]

✪ moot appreciation time ! tag some of your fav moots and share what you love about them ! then place this in other blogs asks !

okay I tried including as many ppl as possible but these are the ones I can list from the top of my head / interact w the most so </3

@pupicito : SUUPER CUTE ACC ??? like every mb is so unique n cool everyone should frame fish's mbs on their wall 🤕 n also so supportive like every post of theirs deserves a billion notes . alsososo thee most fun person to talk to ever 😞 js so sweet I wake up solely to look at fish's mbs they are so perfect i could talk abt them forever

@wiotas : I was acc so happy when I found out we knew each otber from like late 2022 ish i forgot ... (you knew me since my wannabe edgy phase but 😨) bc i rmb wanting to be your friend so bad bc you seemed so cool n now we're moots ?!?! you're so sweet liek omg ☹️☹️☹️ you always are so supportive n everytime you use my mbs as your theme i feel like biting into a brick wall BC WDYM you like my mbs enough to use them as your theme that's such an honour coming from you esp ?! 😞

@y-vna : DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ??? like oooh I'm so happy to have ari as a moot I don't even know what I did to deserve her 😞 n also you have such stunning jaw dropping toe curling stomach churning mbs like omg ???? giggling everytime I get an mb from from you bc it's literally like a blessing 🤞🏼🤞🏼 n js soo supportive

@jeonzio : scremaing and yelling everytime I look at your acc bc everything and I mean EVERYTHING abt is soooo pretty n pleasing to look at ?? you're soo sweet n also the cutest person ever !! idk what else to say but like live laugh love tee 🤕 I will forever cherish every single one of our interactions bc they are simply the cutest

@koosuvi : YOU'RE SOOO SUPPORTIVE SOBS I lovelovelove every single one of your compliments they make me want to start jumping around my room giggling 😞 n also you quite literally have one of THEE prettiest accs on tumblr like omg pls teach ... your mbs are always out of this world 😖😖 I love you n everything ab your blog never stop posting plz ill cry

@yeritos : JUNEEE my fav my fav my fav ☹️ the best nctzen on this app ugh there aren't enough words to describe my love for you 😞 your mbs are literally soooo gorgeous omg i was screaming n crying when you followed me back bc im literally your #1 fan . you're sososo nice n amazing n everything 🌸 I love waking up to your mbs everyday n eating my yeritos meal 🍴

@tookio : ONE OF THE BEST MOODBOARD CREATORS ON THIS APP literally no one comes close i mean it 😞 your entire account is sooo stunning like you really deserves ALLL the love in the world !! n omg how I love your comments they make my day soo much better I love you so much for that istg :(

@jaes1lvr : literally hugs n kisses to mely 🫂 /p one of my biggest supporters too n js super sweet 😞 your mbs are js sooo unique I wish I could plaster it on my forehead so everyone in the world could see them 😡😡 I will forever be grateful for your overwhelming support like omg <33

@s-heon : super cool person that i really really really admire 🤔 like omg i could talk abt how grateful I am to you for hours, days even bc you were like my biggest inspo ever while starting out n also your mbs 🔛🔝 im so happy I ever found your blog it has such a special place in my heart 🤕💓 i loev you to the moon n back .

[honeytonedhottie]

honey !! i need ur advice :cc i'm currently in a HUGE drama that tbh hasn't even been acknowledged as a drama n is so petty but.. ! so basically i like this guy and have liked him for AGESS and every girlie in my class knows n they all ship us. BUT theres this one girl who was my best friend at one point :c who's ALWAYSSS flirting with him and like trying to banter with him.. at first i thought they were js friends especially considering that she was the first person i told and she was mega supportive.. but it's getting soso bad like even my friend told me that she saw her MEGA flirting with him n she's even started to ignore me and not speak to me / speak 2 me in a rlly dry way.. i'm super sad bc i miss our friendship but i'm soso done with her constantly trying to get closer to my mans lol. everyone in our year likes her and we have so many moots especially my close friends so i can't cut her off.. help!! lots of love, anon <3

heyy anon 💕 so im sorry to hear about ur ex best friend :( that sucks. BUT im curious to know whats the guy's reaction to all of this? like is he flirting back with her or does he want you?

and if u guys have a lot of mutuals then it is gonna be harder to cut her off but dont feel like u have to! return her energy or simply ignore her and focus on the friends that u do have. shes not worth ur time 💗