#she was neutral and blamed me at times when a girl was bullying me and getting everyone to gang up on me

[kavehater]

Wow that was a very good session of haterism this is why I love this account 😻🤞✨

^^ also me cause I’d go right back to her wahoo

[kurov1864]

Opinions on Milgram characters

I've actually been wanting to do this for some time now lmao. Btw this is just my interpretation of each character, followed by my opinion on said interpretation. Feel free to disagree, I love to discuss with other people. (also cross-posted on Reddit)

Haruka: Okay so what I think happened for him is that he very obviously has a developmental disorder of some sort. I'm not sure exactly what, and I don't really wanna speculate because I'm not an expert. So he, as a child, was neglected by his mom and didn't receive enough attention. This led him to become extremely attached to his childhood best friend, which didn't really affect anything when they were both children. But then, she grew up, yet he didn't. She started to act more maturely, and he didn't. They grew apart, and Haruka couldn't understand why. Or maybe he did, and blamed himself. Anyways. Yada yada, he tried getting attention from his mom by killing animals, he did get attention (the wrong kind), kinda went off and killed his ex bestie as well, either out of frustration or for literally more attention.

Now, my general opinion of him? Neutral. I don't love or hate him. Maybe a very mild dislike, but that's only because I find it kinda disturbing how he calls Muu his mom.

Yuno: Abortion. I like Yuno. Not because of the whole "omg girlboss slayyyy you have total control over your body yas queen" thing, because honestly yall have got to stop saying stuff like that. I like her because she wants to be recognized as a "mature adult" who can actually take responsibility for her actions, instead of being degraded into this poor innocent girl who knows what the shit is. She's so impartial to everyone, even herself, yet she knows and acknowledges the fact that she's still human who has emotions and empathy, which is why she sometimes tries to help out. Yet, she doesn't deny the fact that she seeks interesting and new things, leaving behind others when most would feel guilty. 10/10, relatable character.

Fuuta: HATE. He is so... thoughtless?? I absolutely hate people who gets so caught up in their cause that they literally cannot see anything else. They don't stop to think, "oh, maybe what I'm doing is wrong? Maybe there is a better way to go about this?". Now, to be fair, I don't know much about Fuuta. So please, feel free to disagree with me about him, but I cannot stand the way he didn't stop to think that maybe cancelling others would push them to suicide. That just shows his naivety. I acknowledge that his passion is admirable (passion for what I'm still thinking about), but passion without the knowledge to help is just being a stubborn idiot. His impulsiveness is also another very strong ick of mine.

Muu: I don't have much of an opinion on her character, but I do enjoy the concept that she represents. My personal theory is that she represents how somebody can be both a victim and a bully at the same time. She is at her very core, human, but without all those polite manners and social skills drilled into her. She turns pitiful and desperate when disadvantaged, but turns cocky, arrogant and confident when she has power. She is so, undeniably, human. And yet she can also be kind at times. She has such a f-ked up perception of everything, so maybe yall didn't catch it, but she's still trying to be nice in her own warped way.

Shidou: Eh. He's like, okay?? Not gonna comment on his crime because I don't feel anything towards it. But his attitude is sort of annoying. The way that he clings to his role as a doctor in prison after trying to forsake his life, the way he keeps trying to bring up age with Es (yes I know age is a valid point but bringing that up just makes it seem as if you're looking down on Es only because of their age. it's degrading), all that stuff just kinda gets on my nerves a bit. I appreciate what he's doing for the prison,,, but I don't really like him.

Mahiru: Love her. I love the way she tries to stand up for her ideals, no matter how much society + Es tells her it's wrong. She's been hurt so much yet she's still so optimistic, bright and hopeful about love. I love her. Granted, it may be because I also have fucked up views of love like her which is why I gave her such a high rating compared to like, Fuuta.

Kazui: Neutral. I would have wanted to scream at him about just,,, not telling lies, but I can acknowledge how hard it is for some people to not care about their image, especially if they grew up in a traditional household.

Amane: A bit positive and negative at the same time. I dunno, I just kinda like the way that she found a way to adapt to her horrible circumstances. Although that way is by weaponizing her religion to protect herself, but yeah. Unhealthy circumstances calls for unhealthy coping methods. What I dislike is how she doesn't even want to give other thoughts a try. Like she won't stop and think about other options, not even for a little bit. But then again, it's literally been drilled into her since childhood to not betray that religion, so I guess that makes my point invalid.

Mikoto: Why, why is he so popular?? What?? I'm so confused. Honestly I just think he's neutral. Just like, oh look, another victim of the toxic work environment who found a terrible way to cope. I don't have any feelings about John either, although I do admire his dedication to Mikoto. He's just so,,, uninteresting?? Someone please tell me why he is so popular, because I gen want to try to understand and see his appeal.

Kotoko: My wife. I'll try not to let bias get in the way of this one.

Okay I'm gonna be so fr rn I absolutely detested her at first. She's like Fuuta,,, but so much worse. She takes her ideals to the absolute extreme, pushes down all guilts and feelings about others to carry out her "justice". She's so unwilling to admit that she likes the feeling of beating bad guys up, the moral high ground it gives her. She's not only hurting other people, but also herself. Mf thinks she's in an edgy movie where she's the anti-hero who goes against the government and is constantly misunderstood, like girlie stop. Stop and THINK about what you are doing, see the death, destruction and harm you've brought about not just to others but also yourself?? Goddamn.

I'm not even sure why I like her LMFAO. All my opinions about her is just, she's human scum who needs lots of therapy to stop hurting herself and others.

Es: Love my non-binary guard. They care so much for the prisoners, trying their absolute best to understand them while coping with their body and mind being infiltrated by us. I always feel so guilty having them bear the burden of explaining the guilty decisions to the prisoners,,, just want em to be happy and work-free. I admire their dedication to truly, truly feel for the prisoners, try to understand the entire context instead of the one on the surface. Yeah, they act immaturely, they're a 15 year old who has no memories, no clue as to where they are, clinging onto their role as a warden even if it makes them look pathetic because that's the only thing they've ever known. It's their only sense of "identity" they have that gives them power and pride.

Jackalope: HATE HATE HATE HATE GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU IN TRIAL 2 END gOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BACK TO WHICHEVER MISERABLE BASEMENT YOU CRAWLED OUT FROM AND STAY IN THERE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY. JACKALOPE IS A FATHER AND CARES FOR ES?? I CALL BS. HE DUMPED SO MUCH WORK ON ES, ACTS SHIFTY AND MANIPULATIVE ALL THE TIME, DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO ES, AND YOU EXPECT ME TO LIKE HIM?????

[beansnsoup]

Request-

Reader has been enemies with Harry for 2 years, until the reader saw Harry at Reader's 3rd year in Hogwarts, It was unrequited love ever since.

☆

In Deep

Summary- He got on your last nerve, every day, every night. You never wanted to fall for his tricks, but one new school year easily changed it all.

Harry Potter x gn!reader

Warnings- bullying?, enemies to lovers, house neutral, a little on they fell first he fell harder troupe, and idk what else

You wish he would wipe that stupid smirk off his face. He got everything he wanted at the school. He was basically Dumbledores' golden child.

Since the day you met him you wanted to scream, you hated how all the attention was on him and how him and all of his stupid friends alway got praised for fighting off all of these stupid problems.

All of these stupid problems wouldn't have been happening if he wasn't here. Hogwarts must have some sort of death wish. Every time you would talk to your family and friends about him, and they'd ask his name, they would tell you to be nicer and cut him some slack.

But you weren't going to be like everyone else in that school. You weren't just going to suck up to him because he was the boy who lived.

You and your friend decided to meet up at the station, it was your 3rd year at Hogwarts.

"Y/N!" She called you over. You ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, "Have you seen you know who?" She asked. "V-" she clasped her hand over your mouth, "No, idiot, Harry!"

You scoffed, "No, I haven't, I don't plan on it either." She turned you turned you around to face a group of three, your eyes go wide.

No way that's him. He looked completely less punchable.

"Um, wow."

"Yeah, tell me about it." She replied. He glanced over to you guys. You felt your face go pale. You looked away as quickly as possible. You wanted to disappear.

You dragged your friend into the train and made sure the car got in was farthest from Harry and his friends. "That was so utterly embarrassing." Your friend laughed, you sank down into the seat.

-

You sat in the common room with a group of friends. If you were being honest, you only liked about 2 of them. "Have you seen Harry Potter?" One of them started, the group started laughing.

"Forget Harry, what about the twins?"

They kept going back and forth about Gryfinndor boys. You were slumped over the desk, writing a paper for potions, it was the first day and you already had homework.

"So Y/N, got an eye on anyone?" One of the girls asked, "Wouldn't you like to know."

It was honestly the least of your priorities right now. You could care less, "Well, they looked mighty intrigued by Harry at the station." Your friend chimed in.

You sent her a glare. You really wished she hadn't called you out. You were never going to hear the end of it. The girls start laughing, "Honestly, who could blame you? He's so dreamy." One of them chimes in.

You roll your eyes. It's not like you wanted him to drop to his knees and praise you or anything. "It's nothing. He just grew a little over the summer." You inform them, "Yeah, right." Your friend says, then mimicking the face you made when you saw him, "Oh, Harry, please marry me already. I couldn't stand another day without being without you." She breaks into a full romantic monolog.

You grab your things and head up to your dorm. You couldn't stand being looked at like that. You never thought of yourself as boycrazy.

-

"Good morning."

You look over to your side to find Harry Potter. Your mind went straight to all those dormates. You were going to kill them if they said something.

"Morning." You replied, he sat down on the seat next to you, here we go.

"Do you need something, Harry?" He sent you back a smirk, shaking his head, "Nope, I just thought I'd check in."

You both sat there in complete silence, you glance over to your friend that is giving you both a blank stare.

"What's going on?" She mouths to you.

"I don't know." You reply. "So," he jolts you back to face him, "I was wondering, when we go to Hogsmeade this weekend, if you wanted to go out and eat."

You sit there for a bit, "Harry, how would you even get there? You need a signed permission slip from a guardian."

"I have my ways."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then scanned around the room until you found your friend again. She was nodding her head very viontly, she appertly had been listening in on the conversation.

You turn back to him. He's been keeping his eyes on you, anticipating an answer.

"Fine."

"I'll meet you at Honeydukes at 12."

He gets up from the seat and walks towards the door to leave.

What a morning.

-

Cut to your 6th year, and you're finishing up your outfit for your date. You and Harry had been dating since the 3rd year, and you're genuinely glad that your friend made you check him out in the station now.

He never told you why he randomly asked you out that day. He said it'd crush your ego. But he did tell you that it took a lot of balls for him to do it.

Honestly, you could never be happier, you were with a boy that loved you, your grades were amazing, and Snape actually enjoyed you being in the classroom.

Harry walked into your dorm, "You ready?" Before you could even reply, he beat you to it, "Wow."

Your friend would always go on and on about how he was whipped for you. You'd tell her she was crazy but over time, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.

You sometimes used it to your advantage. People never really messed with you either since you started dating.

"Is it too much?"

It's so short, not very good, but still 😭

"No, no, not at all. You look beautiful."

[necromancy-enthusiast]

My first playthrough of Dragon Age Origins was hilarious for many reasons up to and including I managed to totally miss Leliana and not realize I missed out on a party member until after it was too late to recruit her, but I think my favorite is how Alistair spent most of the game kinda hating my warden despite them mostly agreeing on how to handle things and her being polite to him, he just didn't like the company she kept more than anything.

Morrigan was the cool bad girl apostate to her sheltered nerd circle mage and she very badly wanted to impress her (and also she had a crush on her but Bioware wants to convince us Morrigan is straight so whatever). That was the first straw. She wanted to save Jowan because yeah sure he kinda betrayed her in the mage origin but you see, it's hard to just drop your best friend of over a decade who was the one and only person who stood between you and getting bullied when you were first brought to the circle as a little kid, and also I have a strange weakness for the fuck up best friend who everyone sees as inferior to the protagonist and betrays them but comes to regret their actions trope (a very specific trope but more common than you might think, I can think of five examples off the top of my head), and then Sten aka the guy that went into a blind fury and murdered eight people joined the party and she was weirdly tolerant of his many, many, many idiosyncrasies, and then. Of course. Dear Zevran. The most bewildering of them all.

Honestly I can't exactly blame Alistair because if that was me as a real person with real world logic looking on I'd also be more than a bit leery. But that's the nice thing about fantasy, if you don't want to then you don't have to deal with the cognitive dissonance of your character who's mostly neutral good and generally dislikes killing people unless they really have to romancing a non-repentant assassin who talks about continuing to be an assassin after he's freed from the Crows like he's talking about opening his own business after being stuck working at a shitty exploitative company in an industry he's otherwise passionate about. In the years since I've played that run I have spent quite a lot of time internally addressing it and trying to have it make more sense from a narrative standpoint anyway, though.

... Also clearly none of this stopped Alistair's romance from kicking in when he finally started liking me again around Denerim not long before the Landsmeet, because just barely after I finished the whole string of events with the earring Zevran tries to give the warden and the warden is like 'I'm not gonna accept this unless it actually means Something and you admit it' concluded in my favor like. Alistair buddy boy you're a bit late. Also why do you still have that rose from Ostagar, it's been months since then, have you been carrying a dead rose in your pack for months Just Because? Like this was clearly supposed to kick in a lot earlier in the game but alas, the devs didn't take people like me into account. I bet you feel really stupid now, don't you Alistair? Now we both feel stupid and uncomfortable. Amazing to think that this kingdom wasn't overrun by the darkspawn already between the two of us being its only hope. Truly amazing.

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 9 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.7k

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It was already 8 pm when Kamisato Ayato came home, he willingly fell asleep next to you and wasn't aware how many hours had passed since he left. 

"What are those looks for?" Ayato entered the living room quietly with his friends staring at him as if they saw a ghost. 

"Where have you been?" Miko asks, it is seen in her eyes that she was worried. 

"I went for a stroll and bought dinner for everyone" Ayato replied and showed the bag packed with Japanese food. 

"Let's go to the table then" Ayaka grabbed some of the bags from her sibling and hurried to the dinner table followed by her other friends.

Diluc sneaked up behind Ayato and slightly smelled his clothes. He knew the smell that stuck to his clothes he was very familiar with this smell. It was the smell of the ICU in the hospital. 

"Liar" Diluc whispered to him. Ayato felt cold air straight down his back followed by his friend's gaze

"You went to the hospital didn't you?" He added. 

Ayato was stunned by how his friend guessed correctly that he visited you.

"I heard something from an old friend." Ayato stared at his neutral face. 

"Alright, then that settles it. I thought you were visiting Y/N" Diluc grinned at him and followed their friends to the table. 

— 

"We've been worried sick about you" 

"He probably felt sick inside the house that's why he went out to stroll for a while." 

"Hey, Ayato…" 

Ayato never had proper sleep for days ever since you were put into a coma. Every day, every night, the memory of you bleeding on the floor has been haunting him and he still blames himself for it. 

"So where did you go Ayato?" 

"Hey Albedo, can you teach me this lesson I didn't understand?" 

"Sure!" 

Today, he slept peacefully next to your hand holding his. Even if visitors have a limited time of visiting, the nurses didn't disturb him that his time was up already when they saw him sleeping peacefully. He felt warmth around you.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were going to go out? Ayato?" 

"Is he hearing us?" 

"He's… just eating his food…" 

"I think he's thinking something very deep that he remained unbothered even after we called him." 

What's even weirder is that Ayato seemed to lose his feelings for Miko because she gradually changed when you came. She wasn't sweet and compassionate like she used to be, maybe it was her true colors. Then why does it feel like he likes someone other than Miko? Was Ayato in denial? He wasn't sure about his feelings whenever he was around this someone.

(No, I only love Miko… and it will always be here.) He said to himself while chewing on his food quietly. 

"Why don't we visit Y/N?" Ayaka suggested, this set the mood of the table from something quiet to something full of hope and excitement. 

*Chopsticks dropped* *choke* *cough* *cough* *cough* 

Ayato quickly grabbed a cup of water and drank it to prevent himself from choking. He was wondering who that person might be and who knew that hearing your name would skip a beat of his heart. 

"Brother? Are you okay?" Ayaka offered her sibling some tissues and fetched more water for him. 

"Y-yes I'm alright. Thank you. It's just, this is too peppery" He replied while wiping his mouth with a tissue. 

"Peppery? You're eating sashimi… there are no peppers in sashimi and you're not eating those pepper-crusted tuna or salmon" Childe said, he wondered how could Ayato choke on sashimi alone and said it was too peppery? If it's wasabi, he would have said the food he was eating was a little spicy or minty. He couldn't have mistaken it for pepper. 

"Maybe he added more wasabi…" Ayaka embarrassingly replied to his friend. Even his sister doesn't know what happened to her brother. 

"Miko, you don't have to come if you don't want to," Diluc suggested, he only thinks of your safety. Who knows if that girl unplugs your life support, after all, this is her best chance to end you if she wants to. 

"I don't want you to come with us at all" Lumine said and just like Diluc, she has the same reasons for your safety.

"I don't care because I'm not going to volunteer to visit her." Miko placed down her chopsticks and then rolled her eyes while crossing her arms. 

Ayato quietly finished his food. He wasn't talkative as usual, his mind was somewhere else while his friends continued talking about their school work. He must have missed a lot during his suspension. 

…

The night has ended peacefully, fortunately, nothing bad has happened. Everyone decided to visit you tomorrow morning before they bid their goodbyes and gratitude to the Kamisato Family. 

— The Next Day — 

"Brother, are you going to join me in going to the hospital?" Ayaka knocked on her brother's room but no one seemed to answer her back. 

"I'm going inside now." She said and slowly twisted the doorknob of his bedroom. A few walks in revealed a sleeping Ayato, he was tired from yesterday. 

(Maybe it's best if I don't wake him up now, I'll just text him.) Ayaka thought to herself while she fixed the bed sheets for her brother before she closed the lights that were left open and left him alone. 

Ayaka texted her friends that were already at the hospital waiting for the Kamisato Siblings. She informed them that Ayato would be joining soon since he was fast asleep. 

She bid the maids and servants goodbye before going inside their private car where the driver would bring her to the hospital where they were confined. 

— 

"I hope Y/N's finally awake!" Lumine said she's so excited to see you even if there's no update about your condition. 

"Hopefully she's… awake…" Diluc softly said. 

"I'm here!" Ayaka opened the door of her car waving to her friends. 

"Hey!" Childe waved at her. 

"So is your brother coming or not?" Diluc casually asked if Ayato went out to visit you and not just some of his old friends. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot to leave him a text message!" Ayaka quickly grabbed her phone from her purse and texted Ayato whether he was awake or not. 

"Let's go in shall we?" Diluc suggested and his friends followed him inside. 

—

"We're here to visit Y/N L/N," Diluc said to the nurse. 

"Ah, we only allow two visitors at a time inside the ICU. What's your name? So I'll write it down in the visitor's list." The nurse replied. 

"Diluc Ragnvindr," Diluc said while glancing towards his friends who seem busy talking to each other. He walked up to them, mainly Childe.

"So we're up first in visiting her, the nurse said two visitors are only allowed at a time" He smiled. 

"Let's go then!" Childe stretched his arms around before preparing to enter the ICU. The two men were helped by the staff in wearing their gowns before entering.

They slowly walked up to your room and as expected you were still fast asleep in a coma but you looked so much better than when Diluc first visited you. However, there is something very odd, something that doesn't belong.

—

"Oh shoot, I forgot my handkerchief in Y/N's hands…" Ayato quickly stood up from bed when he received his sister's text message. 

He dashed through the bathroom to take a bath not minding where his dirty clothes would be, he'll fix them later. 

He opened the shower as cold water streams down from his toned body while he brushes. Even if he's already awake, he still feels like his whole consciousness is asleep. 

Ten minutes after he goes out of the bathroom, he wraps his bottom with a towel while checking for something to wear. 

"What should I wear?" 

"Should I bring her flowers?" 

"Why would you bring her flowers?" 

The man started to speak to himself. Thoughts about something that would make you happy but he shouldn't care right? 

"What am I doing?" 

"Ugh, I hate you so much Y/N, you're making me talk to myself like I'm crazy." He rolled his eyes while he finally found something to wear, it was a long-sleeved sky blue polo and black slacks together with some necktie and cost. Ayato looks like he has a formal party to attend.

He goes down from his bedroom and informs Koharu that he'll be leaving for the day. 

"You're going on a date, my Lord?" Koharu asked and hid her laugh. 

"Yeah… I mean no! Take care everyone." Ayato walked outside the house to his car while covering his reddened face because he suddenly said he was on a date but the date was going to visit you. 

Before starting the car, he texted Ayaka that he was already on his way to the hospital.

—

*ding*

"O-oh! My brother just replied to my message. He said that he's on the way now." Ayaka said to Lumine who's currently sitting in the waiting room of the ICU. 

"I wonder how's Diluc and Childe doing inside. I hope they don't cry out loud for her." Lumine laughed thinking about Childe since he's a bit panicky about his friend's safety. 

…

"I knew that son of a b- lied!" Diluc whispered to Childe while looking at you. 

"Lied? Who?" Childe faces Diluc whose face is quite… irritated. 

"Ayato, he went visiting Y/N yesterday. That's why he's been acting all odd and quiet. Look at the handkerchief in Y/N's hand, I wouldn't mistake that for another person. He even left a Sakura petal and his omamori" Diluc said while pointing at your hand. 

"Wait you're right, that is his handkerchief. That man is like walking art. He has his cup, own style of clothes, whatever." Childe said while pointing at the piece of white cloth with a thin sky blue border.

"Do we leave it here on her hand?" Childe's face showed a look of puzzlement. 

"He left his omamori or the good luck charm… he probably wished for Y/N's recovery… so we should let it be." Diluc was convinced that he shouldn't return it to Ayato since he probably left it there for a reason. But he's more curious about why didn't Ayato just tell the truth right away yesterday. 

Diluc's eyes wandered around the hospital and noticed that Ayato changed the red roses he brought last time to blue stargazer lilies. 

(Could it be that Ayato? No that's not possible, he doesn't remember.) Diluc shook his head. It's not likely that Ayato is starting to have feelings for you as well because that would mean there are three of them wanting you to be their girlfriend. 

"Hey Y/N! Once you wake up and the doctor says you're free to go. I'll bring you dates every day or every week!" Childe said to your unconscious body. 

"That's if she wants to go out with you." Diluc teasingly replied to Childe which made Childe's face frown a little bit. 

— 

While patiently waiting for her brother, Ayaka recalls a memory from more than 10 years ago right after the accident. Coincidentally, you were having the same memory from your dream.

It was a memory about how Ayaka was ordered by her parents to stay quiet or have her lips zipped for her entire life not unless Ayato remembers it himself. 

Kamisato Ayato truly loved you even if he was young, he knew that you were the one for him. 

His feelings all started back then when you accidentally pushed him down the stairs during the Kamisato Annual Celebration. 

"Hey watch where you're going! You're destroying my handsome face…" Ayato looked up at you. 

You were panicking because you accidentally pushed downstairs the heir of a prestigious family and from the look of it, he looked really mad at you. You covered your mouth with your hands while looking around if anyone saw you but fortunately, no one was there. 

Ayato scanned your face, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous young lady. 

"There you are Ayato, we've been looking for you." A large man came up to him, you assume that it was his father. 

(So his name is Ayato…) You thought to yourself.

"What happened to you, my child?" The man asked his son who has a small bruise on his arm. 

"I… I'm so-" You were cut off by an answer that you didn't expect to hear. 

"S-she was so beautiful! I didn't notice where I'm going and I fell off" Ayato lied and covered for you. 

You were blushing when you heard what he said. Your heart was pounding, how could someone you just met would lie and cover for your own mistakes. 

"Her?" The man looked up at you. 

"She is Lady Y/N of the L/N Family. The main purpose of this party is for the collaboration of their family with ours and you are supposed to meet her later but it seems like fate was on your side. The two of you already met." The man laughed while he helped his son stand up. 

"D-dad I want to marry her!" Young Ayato tried to convince his father but all that he got was his father laughing again.

"You can but for you to do that. You're going to court her since these kinds of things shouldn't be forced. You must know if she would reciprocate your feelings or not. You're still young, my child." The man explained to him. 

You're too far from them and you can't hear a single thing so you decided to come downstairs. 

"I was about to help him b-but- he's so handsome. I was too stunned to move" You went with the flow with his lie but little did you know how much this affected Kamisato Ayato's heart. 

His heart was racing and it was obvious from how red his ears and cheeks are. 

You came up to him to hug him but what caused a little… commotion is when you kissed his cheeks because you thought, as a child, that kissing cheeks are normal things to do because your parents often do it to shower you with their love. 

"D-DAD! S-something's h-hard!" Ayato immediately spoke after kissing his cheeks which shocked his father. 

"I'm taking him away from you now, I'll see you later Lady L/N" The head of the Kamisato Clan pulled his son away from you and walked away. 

You wonder what you did wrong. 

But now that you see this memory, you knew that you gave Ayato his first boner and he was panicking about what was happening.

Kamisato Ayato can't get you off his mind that after the party he requested that the two of you meet more often whether it's at your residence or his. 

"Is your brother here yet?" Ayaka snapped back from reality when she saw  Diluc walk out of the ICU with Childe following him. 

"Not yet, let's go. It's our turn to check up on Y/N" Ayaka replied and signaled Lumine to enter the changing room so they can wear proper gowns for protection. 

Just like Diluc, Ayaka was quick to notice the items that his brother left inside the room.  

Lumine was busy talking to your unconscious body which left Ayaka reminiscing before your family disappeared from the public after the accident. 

— 

Ayato arrived at the hospital with his two friends staring at him because he looks so formal while they only wore their casual clothes. 

"Where's my sister?" Ayato asked. 

"You know where she is right now, you probably won't need a guide from the nurses either." Diluc calmly said before saying his next sentence that might make Ayato fall to his knees. 

"The next time you lie, you shouldn't leave evidence. It's alright, it's our little secret, no one's mad. Pfff, but your sister is very sharp, she'll know it too." Diluc laughed which made Ayato cold sweat. 

Ayaka and Lumine walked out of the ICU. 

Ayaka handed out in secret to Ayato the handkerchief he left on your hand but she didn't bother bringing back the omamori he left for you. 

"Just in time, I guess…" Ayato scratched the back of his head and quietly walked inside the ICU after. 

—

"My lady is going on a trip!" Ayato happily sings inside the car with you. 

"Calm down Ayato, you're too excited" You slid closer to him from your chair which frightened Ayato because behind his pocket, he hides a special necklace specifically made for you. 

"My Lady… Y/N L/N… I love you with all my heart. I swear by my name that I will always be your Knight in Shining Armor, your only prince who will protect you from danger." Ayato held your hand and placed it on his chest, you felt his heartbeat racing for you.

It's been an hour already since you left the Kamisato residence, the driver was different and the two of you thought that your family hired a new one so you had your guard off around him. 

"Children like you are very annoying…" The driver said but wait, that doesn't sound right. 

You looked at the driver in the mirror, it revealed a creepy creepy-looking predator. 

"I'm just following orders… at least my family wouldn't be poor now…" The driver continued and drove the car at more than 100mph. You immediately knew that this man was going to kill both of you, even himself. 

"Ayato- he's going to crash the car! We're going to get killed." You said to him, you could see it all from his face. Regret, anger, and sadness. 

"Don't worry my lady, I'm going to protect y-" The car suddenly made a turn making you two thrown off to the other side of the seat, in a matter of seconds before the car crashed. 

Ayato didn't make it to protect you but ins, but it was you who tried to shield him but your body is too small for him. All you heard was the sound of a crash with your arms wrapped around him before everything turned black. 

Luckily, Ayato was still conscious right after the crash, thanks to your protection. 

"I… I'll get us out of here Y/N!" Ayato tried to get outside the car by crawling through the broken window and pulling your body too. Even with a bleeding head and a broken leg, Ayato successfully got out of the car with you. He got burns on his skin due to everything that felt hot around him, he didn't recognize what fire was since all he had in mind was to get out with you no matter the danger surrounding you. 

Ayato knew he had to crawl far away from the car since it was going to explode sooner or later due to the fire, there, he managed to crawl a little before the car exploded. He looked at you completely bleeding with broken bones, he placed his head on your chest, and he cried because of the low pulse he felt. It was a miracle that you were still alive but he's still worried. 

When Ayato looked back at the car there was another explosion with flying debris hitting him on the head, knocking him unconscious on top of your body that barely survived. 

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The next thing you know is you're in a white room with a lot of beeping machines. Your vision is blurry and hazy but you tried to look around to look at your mother. 

Your head felt light, you tried to recall what happened but your mind went blank. You no longer remember anything and your parents are very well aware of this which is why they decided to move to another state far away from the Kamisato Family and from there you grew up with the feeling that you were always forgetting something very important, something you didn't want to forget but you did. 

On the other side of the country where Ayato resides was Ayaka being ordered by her parents. 

"My dear, Ayaka, you must never bring up this incident again with your brother. I'm ordering you to zip your mouth and keep quiet with all of these. Your brother has lost a part of his memory and it would be most likely about the Lady of the L/N household. Her family has decided to disappear from the public after the attempted assassination of their daughter and our son and who knows if you reminded Ayato, he'll be angry at us because no one knows if the Lady is still alive and you know your brother. He doesn't give up and will not believe until he sees Y/N in the flesh." Ayaka's mother said to her, she is tearing up already but she was glad to know that her brother is alright. All these years she has been keeping it to herself that deep inside her heart she was happy seeing you alive when you first entered the school and somehow… fate reunited you again with your lost lover. 

Maybe you and Ayato were truly meant for each other no matter how long and even if people tried to separate the two of you. 

You'll always find a way back to each other. 

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"You're the perfect girl I've met."

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Your eyes open, you wake up from your comatose. Tears were streaming down your face and as soon as your vision began to clear you looked at someone who looked like they'd seen a dead person who resurrected from the dead. 

What is he doing here? Is he still apologizing to you but you already forgave him a long time ago. (A/N: Y/N doesn't know that Ayato apologized the other night since she doesn't have a perception of time while she was in a coma so she thought that was a long time ago already.) 

"Y/N…" He softly said while tightening his hand around yours with the omamori in between. 

"Ayato…" You whispered to him, feeling the warmth of his hand. There was a long silent pause between the two of you, only the sound of the machines beeping. 

No words were said, he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you. 

"I'm sorry…" He said to your ear, you could feel his tears from your neck and shoulder.

[markantonys]

Hi! What are your thoughts on the first two Domina episodes?

i'm liking the season so far! it's bringing ALL the messy drama and beautiful costumes that i loved in s1, and i love that it feels like even more of an ensemble show now that the kids are older and we're getting to see more of them, especially marcella and the antonias who were mostly background characters in s1. the downside is that there isn't enough time for every character - my beloved julia was barely in these two episodes, but hopefully she'll have time to shine later in the season.

my beloved iullus continues to be rome's #1 himbo and i love that for him and for julia and for me <3 my beloved octavia continues to slay every scene she's in, and i feel like this season has been more equitable in the julian vs. claudian conflict, which makes me happy. my impression in s1 was that they were trying to sell livia as our righteous girlboss heroine whose detractors are all villainous, and correspondingly livia's kids as victims and octavia's as bullies, whereas this season shows livia in a more neutral light and offers a lot of sympathy to the victims of her ambitions (octavia's grief for marcellus, gemina's whole storyline). i think that since last season ended with livia's moral tipping point (killing marcellus), that naturally allows the narrative in this season to acknowledge and lean into her moral ambiguity and to really question whether her ends justify her means, which is great. of course, it could just be that i was in a different frame of mind when i watched s1 several years ago rather than an actual change in the show, so take this point of comparison with a grain of salt!

speaking of gemina, so far i quite like that storyline! i was expecting her to be treated by the narrative as an object in the way of livia's goals and for us to never see her again after she was sold in ep1, so i was very pleasantly surprised when she cropped up again and when ep2 focused on her emotions rather than just making her a sexy lamp for augustus to fuck. our elite protagonists talk a big game about Rome and The Republic but don't actually give a shit about the people who live there, and gemina's storyline is a good way to counteract the propaganda the main characters spout and to show how lower classes and conquered peoples are harmed by the roman elite. i'm really intrigued to see where her storyline goes, especially now that scribonia is involved, but i remember that (imo) s1 had an appalling lack of empathy for scribonia's shitty treatment by augustus and just painted her as a high school mean girl, so i'm also a little nervous to see what they do with this duo lmao

marcella is also a high school mean girl so far, which is disappointing but not surprising given her few scenes in s1. i would love for them to allow her more depth later on, but i'm not sure how likely that is (and, i mean, fair play if they want to show that the richest kids in rome are plain ol spoiled brats and there's nothing deeper to it haha). i guess that's how i'd sum up my main problem with s1, that it fell into the trap of pitting women against each other in a patriarchal society where men are the ones oppressing them. s2 does this too, but so far it's been in a way that seems more self-aware and seems to be putting the blame more on the patriarchy than on the women fighting and hurting each other for power (livia's rant to antonia about being a woman in rome comes to mind), so we will see!

oh, the last thing i wanted to mention is how funny this show is at times! i really love when period dramas let themselves be funny rather than taking themselves super seriously all the time and acting like people in ye olden days never swore or made jokes.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ADVOCATE get what he deserves?”  He was NEUTRAL & is sadly DECEASED.“

— he walked through the world as ;

name → Booker Bagnold pronouns → he/him identification → cis-male year of birth → 1957-1958 face claim → jordan bolger blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → heterosexual occupation → representative for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures future information → n/a deceased  → 31st October 1982

— he was best described as ;

The EARTHY smell of heavy RAIN hitting dirt, mixed with SWEETNESS of freshly cut FLOWERS and the warm secent of PARCHEMENT. He is the ECLECTIC music playing from a RECORD as an echoing laugh brings joy to the room. He is the CARING & LOYAL shoulder to cry on, offering SUPPORT & ENCOURGEMENT. The OPTIMISM of those ready to break the mould, INSPIRING those around him to strive for GREATNESS.

— his story started with ;

Booker Bagnold was a truly remarkable individual, whose kind and loyal nature endeared him to all who had the pleasure of knowing him. His heart was so deep and giving that it was impossible for him to stop spreading inspiration wherever he went. The younger child of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [mother], the then-Senior Undersecretary to The Minister for Magic, and Rutherford Bagnold, a wizarding tech genius, Booker's childhood was one of pure bliss. Although his older brother, HARRISON BAGNOLD [sibling], was a bit of a brooder and didn't spend much time with him, Booker still held him in high regard. They lived in a modern home in Wimbledon, and Booker cherished his room – his safe space – which had a breathtaking view of the green belt that ran behind their house. He would spend hours gazing out the window, watching the animals frolic in the forest and occasionally catching sight of a magical creature. The Bagnold family had a penchant for travel, and they frequently embarked on adventures to international Quidditch games and Millicent's birthplace in Ireland.

During the summer holiday before Booker was set to embark on his first year at Hogwarts, he vividly recalled a conversation with Harrison. The latter was preparing for an event, and let out a heavy sigh before revealing that when he was Booker's age, their parents were hardly ever present in his life. Unlike Booker, he was compelled to attend numerous events and they never went on any trips together. However, Harrison pointed out that their parents had a complete change of heart after Booker's birth. Booker, being the compassionate person he was, tried to consolidate him, but despite his efforts Harrison vehemently disagreed, insisting that their parents simply loved Booker more. Unfortunately, this remark struck a chord with Booker, and he began to feel guilty for how his parents treated him. Booker began to blame himself for Harrison not having the same childhood experiences as him and became more in on himself in their presence, declining their offers to enjoy himself instead standing by his brother’s side dutifully in the hope to make it up to him.

Sorted into Hufflepuff, he was ushered to his dorm deep within the castle. It was there that he met his soon-to-be best friend, EDWARD TONKS [best friend], they connected instantly and their friendship stayed strong throughout Hogwarts and into adulthood. Being a loyal friend, along with his disliking of injustice, Booker often found himself standing up for Ted against bullies like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and his group of friends, CAIUS BURKE [adversary], XERXES ZABINI [adversary], AURELIA ROOKWOOD [adversary] and KERVENS BORGIN [adversary]. His stance and advocacy lead to him making other friends along the way including ELIZABETH BRAITHWAITE [close friend], MARIANNE MACMILLAN [friend], LAURENCE ABBOTT [friend], and CELIA ABBOTT [friend/potential love interest]. But he found a real friend in LANA CROUCH [best friend] though his interests. He saw a lot of himself in Lana, she was a bright girl lost in a big family trying to find her way, which he noticed she did when she began taking an interest in magical creatures, much to Booker’s delight. When he wasn’t caring for magical creatures in the forest with Hagrid or reading up on them in the library with Lana, he was pouring himself over Celia, their relationship blossoming into something more than just a friendship.

Booker Bagnold's infatuation with Celia lingered beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and into their twenties. Meanwhile, Booker's passion for magical creatures had paid off, and he landed a position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures alongside Lana, and it wasn’t long before Booker found himself in the being division which dealt with magical creatures that possessed human-like intellect, including werewolves, vampires, giants, and centaurs. However, Booker was quickly disillusioned by the rampant discrimination he encountered in the wizarding community towards these creatures. He was appalled by the way his colleagues, like WALDEN MCNAIR [adversary] treated injured werewolves and altered centaur testimonies to fit the wizarding community's expectations. These creatures were sentient beings who deserved to be treated with respect and dignity, and Booker reported these incidents to Aurors such as HESTIA JONES [acquaintance] and barristers like RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [acquaintance]. Unfortunately, their responses were unsatisfactory, always too busy to listen to him and tied up in other projects. Soon Booker realised that he needed to take more drastic measures to aid magical beings in the wizarding community. 

Fortunately, his mother had been appointed Minister for Magic at this time, and he arranged a meeting with her to voice his concerns and suggestions. While she was receptive, she requested that Booker gather the signatures required for the Wizengamot to consider a law that prohibited the discrimination of magical beings in the wizarding community. She warned him that not everyone would share his views, and he would need to gather a significant number of signatures. Booker began by approaching his colleagues, but while some refused to sign, such as Walden, while others signed without hesitation. He then turned to his friends, including Celia. To his surprise, Celia disagreed with his views, which caused their budding romance to falter. Despite this setback, Booker remained committed to his mission to make the wizarding community more inclusive, collecting as many signatures as he could. The night of the Halloween ball in 1982 is when Booker's tale came to its tragic end. Booker moved through the ballroom with vigour, trying to persuade as many guests as possible to sign his petition. The pure-bloods snarled at him, and those who were aware of his intentions avoided him. His brother, was particularly angry at Booker bringing his petition, snatching it from him and ripping it up in front of his very eyes. 

Enraged, Booker fled the ballroom, smacking into Rabastan Lestrange upon his exit to the balcony by mistake. Always game for a fight, Rabastan quickly dug his teeth into Booker, mocking him and his cause and a wand battle broke out between the two. As Rabastan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, Booker noticed something change in his face. Before Booker could even call for help, Rabastan cast a spell that tore a ferocious, werewolf-like gash through his chest. The world fell silent as he tumbled over the balcony railing, with the wind rushing past him and screams echoing through the air, narrowly missing MARLENE MCKINNON [potential love interest] who he had hoped to meet later that evening for a kiss and a dance in the darkness. After his untimely death, Rabastan framed SILAS CRUMP [acquaintance] for the murder. As the mystery surrounding Booker's death unfolded, his petition lay neglected on Harrison’s desk, pieced back together, gathering dust as the ink slowly faded from its pages. Would his legacy perish with him, or would someone pick up the mantle of his cause, fighting for the rights and equality of creatures in the wizarding world?

— he was a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & is now at peace ;

[ramonasari]

" He's been a player since the cradle Aren't I lucky 'cause he could have chosen any girl to fuck with? And he chose me, so I guess I should be grateful No, no, no, no "

lulu   antariksa.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   ramona   sari   ,   most   likely   listening   to   not   another   rockstar   by   maisie   peters    with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-eight year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -blunt   yet   +authentic   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the   adrenaline   rush   of   racing   through   the   streets,   hair   that   perfectly   falls   into   place   after   being   blown   by   the   wind   and   backstage   lanyards   taking   up   shoeboxes   in   one’s   closet   ,   followed   by   sweet   leaf   by   room   1015   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   how   she’s   thinking   of   leaving   the   band   to   go   back   to   racing   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Ramona Citra Sari NICKNAME(S): Mona, Ra-Ra LABEL: The Dare Devil AGE: 28 DATE OF BIRTH: September 21, 1995 ZODIAC: Virgo Sun, Sagittarius Rising, Gemini Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: German, Indonesian SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Racecar Driver (RETIRED) / Lead Guitarist in Killer Instinkt SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Lulu Antariksa HEIGHT: 5'3" WEIGHT: 112 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Left HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS: None. TATTOOS: None.

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Authentic, Clever, Mature, Dauntless, Understanding, Open-Minded, Empathetic, Loyal, Athletic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sarcastic, Blunt, Self-Critical, Impulsive, Calculated, Childish, Impatient. LIKES: Advocacy, the screams at a concert, train rides without knowing the destination, car restoration, crushing egos, proving people wrong, magic tricks, fireworks, Sunday matinees, the adrenaline rush of a rollercoaster drop, carnival food, the crashing of the waves on the shore, 3am smoke sessions, leaving parties early, touring, meeting new people, Irish goodbyes. DISLIKES: Being told she can't do something, people with inflated egos, bullies, people who attempt to use her for clout, those pressuring her to go back to racing, when people talk about her friends or family disrespectfully, feeling misunderstood.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: None. DISORDERS: PTSD ALLERGIES: Seasonal (Pollen)

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Buffalo, NYC CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan, NYC EDUCATION LEVEL: BS in Health Science, MS in Sports Science FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: -Annisa Sari - Mother, Deceased -Gunnar Sari - 53, Father

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Trashcan Pizza DRINK: Monster Energy MOVIE: Everything Everywhere All at Once TV SHOW: Rick and Morty, Bob's Burgers ARTIST/BAND: Green Day, Maisie Peters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana SONG: Not Another Rockstar - Maisie Peters

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: ESTP ENNEAGRAM: The Activist (1w2) TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good SIN: Lust VIRTUE: Humility ELEMENT: Air CHARACTER PLAYLIST

"You'd leave me dead if it'd set you apart And I'm like, "Oh, goddamn, not another rockstar""

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; childbirth death, car accident

It was her birth that marked the death of her mother in upstate NY. The greatest event that altered the trajectory of the Sari family for the rest of their lives. Quickly relocating to the city, Ramona's father just couldn't take the scenery of the upstate environment; it just serving as a constant reminder of the partner he's lost. There was never blame on Ramona. As she grew up, her father attempted to make family time sacred. Most of the summers being spent in NJ and going to the race track. Being the youngest of three and the only daughter, Ramona was no stranger to playing with worms and sparing with her older brothers. In fact, she also raced cars alongside them in younger leagues. What no one expected, was for Ramona to be the one to continue on with a career in Nascar. Well, her father always knew. "You are the quickest one when the light turns green," is what he'd always say. Ramona being quickly penned as the Speed Demon of racing as young as 17. She was a star, but never truly wanted to be. She just had a love for racing, much like she holds a love for music. Though, her love for music usually drew musicians to her - Ramona seemed to live a double life for a while: racecar driver by day, "groupie" by night. Her life shifted again when a freak accident happened to land her in a car pile-up that she couldn't find her way escaping out of. Her memories lost from a major concussion that took her out of racing for good by doctor's orders. At this point, the woman didn't mind. She slowly regained her memories, and shifted her life to being a lead guitarist for Killer Instinkt; a band she created with her good friends. Recently, there's been talks of Ramona going back to racing and leaving the band. One doesn't know if it's because of her secret drag races in the early AMs, or if it was through the grapevine.

► DEEP DIVE

Ramona was always the bigger person. Growing up, she was the first to reach out to talk to her brothers when they were fighting and offering an olive branch. Though she shows maturity in this way, she can be quite a fiery personality when it comes to sticking up for others. She was always on the front lines of protesting; making sure those without a voice were heard, and fighting for rights of minorities. Ramona is quite artistic beyond the realm of music, she can draw and paint. This is something that her father believed was a blessing from her mother and Ramona likes how it connects her to the woman she's never been able to meet. Ramona is a little shit stirrer at times. Because she gains attention from those with inflated egos, she tends to lead them on and crush those egos. It's her fun little past time, okay? She loves to game, and go out and dance. She has a wicked sense of humor and a chill personality if you don't rub her the wrong way. She can be blunt, but it's just because she's honest and expects people to appreciate the truth as opposed to sugar coated lies. You can catch her onstage rocking out, or in the pit having the time of her life. Also loves late night conspiracy theories with a smoke session.

[fritextramole]

here's a list of examples i've thought of since yesterday (that anyone is welcome to add to bc this is killing me)

things gossip girl had the set up to do and just, didn't

explore how Jenny and Eric desperately want each other's lives and families even when they see the problems it causes their best friend

have Nate reckon with the things his bff chuck does to women (including women he cares about!) and make him make an actual choice!! make him care!!!!!

if the show insists on redeeming chuck they could have at least had him sell the empire when he pays Blair's dowry as a full circle moment to when he sold her for the empire (instead we're just told he's almost bankrupt despite his life not changing in the slightest)

when Blair comes to the empire in the s3 finale she gives a speech like "every bone in my body didn't want me to come here, my mind was screaming it was a bad idea" and have Jenny (who heard this) say (months or years later) "girl what the fuck why did you want to get back with him this is not the Blair i knew"

explore how Jenny and Serena felt when Eric started spending all his time with their attempted rapist (outside of Serena blaming chuck for all the "presents" from Georgina) (and have them tell Eric!!! when did he find out!!!!)

actually explore what chuck did in the pilot at all instead of mentioning it once a season (Jenny) or just never (Serena) How did it effect Jenny's relationship with power and control and cruelty? Was this the first time Serena ever had an out-and-out "no" ignored? (i doubt it) fucking a high 14 year old is absolutely still sexual assault but with Olympic Level Mental Acrobatics it can be handwaved away

force Blair to actually grow in a way that sticks and not use cruelty to maintain social power. maybe at nyu. maybe in season 6 with nelly

Vanessa, Dan, and Jenny are all outside this UES world by virtue of being from Brooklyn, but explore their different relationships with that status and how their art reflects it. Vanessa (documentarian) is supposed to remain a neutral observer, never passing judgement. Dan (writer) seeks to get close enough to understand but does not want to be part of this world. Jenny (fashion designer) wants into this world and uses her art to blend in

Blair Waldorf interacting with her stepbrother Aaron Rose (this one isn't about class or anything i just think it'd be funny)

Ruby Abrams like at all. but specifically let her meet Nate and Eric (two characters who are ambivalent at best to the UES) and let them see her utter distain for all of it (and how happy she is for it)

also Ruby and Jenny. they must have known each other as kids, given how close Dan and Vanessa were. how much did they see each other? let Jenny spend time with Ruby now and get a role model outside the ues

also why didn't Nate and Eric ever talk when they canonically grew up together? shouldn't they be like brothers? give them some kind of relationship i beg

compare Blair & Eleanor w/ Serena & Lily and talk about your mom liking your friend more (Eleanor & Serena is already a plot point and Blair & Lily are the 2 characters most concerned with keeping up appearances)

jenny's need to hold onto power at school so she isn't treated like dirt ("those two girls in my chem class who didn't light my hair on fire that one time") and how she essentially has to choose between not being bullied at school and her relationship with eric

i think my thing with gossip girl is that there were so many times it was so close to being a well written show that it's problems feel intentional and that's dug it's claws into my brain i CANNOT STOP thinking about it

[sixofpomegranates]

So.. seeing you this hyped for Eddie (like most of us are) are we going to get a one shot with him? Maybe with a cheerleader!reader.. someone who would call him out on his bullshit or when he makes a scene (like in the cafeteria) but has like the biggest soft spot for him?

☠︎ 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 &⃨ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 ☠︎ -𝙴.𝙼.

A/N: !Body, Ethnicity & Skin color Neutral!Reader!! Here’s a lil something for our obsessed butts. I have such a soft spot for this crazy metalhead, it's not even funny.

CW: Fluff | Mentions of Bullying/Satanism/D&D, Drugs & selling & use of (Weed), Secret Relationship, Making-out,

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*picture does not describe the looks of the reader*

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Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. He is loud, unhinged, and revved about a news article he reads to his friends.

"The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned," he reads.

Oh, it's about his favorite game, the sole reason for The Hellfire Club to exist. He became interested in this fantasy game after he began living with his uncle, and since then, it's part of his personality, making him know words so impressive that you wouldn't think of Eddie knowing how to use them or even knowing them at all.

"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even... Murder."

I stand next to the new student and cheerleader, I had promised our guidance counselor to show around a little.

"What are you looking at?" the new student asks me curiously, following my gaze. "Oh, he's cute. Who's that?" "Eddie Munson," I tell her with a smile. "He looks like a rockstar." I nod, "Yeah..."

My gaze returns to Eddie as he jumps on his cafeteria table, screaming around and making a scene. "...But as long as you're into band or science...or parties," he begins calling the whole cafeteria out, earning some middle fingers directed at him.

He does so often. In his opinion, the easiest way of defense is to attack... Or play crazy – never figured out if he's even aware of how crazy he can be. For his title of freak, he sadly has mostly only himself to blame.

The girl next to me looks shocked. "Oh Lord, he's crazy, isn't he?" I nod, "A little."

Eddie, meanwhile, continues his rant. "Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets..."

Oh no. His big mouth got him into trouble with the jock several times. I take an intuitive step forward, ready to intervene.

"Loser!" one calls at him as though that word still holds any power to hurt Eddie.

Jason, the basketball team captain, stands up, "You want something, freak?" he asks him, egging Eddie on to pull a grimace with his fingers like devil's horns and his tongue out.

"Oh, Eddie," I mumble, shaking my head. He'd have an easier time being less... Eddie. But he simply can't help himself.

Thankfully the attention whore inside him seems sedated, and he feels like having made his point clear.

"It's forced conforming," he tells his friends in a toned-down voice, about to get off the table. "That's what's..." He jumps off the table, yelling again, almost giving our teacher a heart attack, "...killing the kids!"

I grab the new girl's hand and quickly walk past Eddie; he steps back, almost bowing while letting us pass peacefully. Then he sits down at his table again, continuing the conversation in a normal tone without show.

"He's so scary," the girl tells me as we sit down at the cheerleader table. I shrug, "Dogs that bark, don't bite."

"So you're not afraid of him?" "Of Eddie?" I ask, giggling. "No, never. I only ever felt safe with him."

"They grew up together," Chrissy explains to the freshman sitting beside me. "They were best friends until a few years ago."

The girl looks at me. "Really?" she asks. "What happened?" I shrug. "Nothing. We grew apart, happens sometimes." "She also became a cheerleader around that time," Chrissy adds sweetly.

"Wow, so a cheerleader and- and the freak were friends," the new girl says, baffled, Chrissy turning her nose.

"That's not a nice thing to call him," she lectures the girl gently while her hand brushes over mine, and we smile at each other.

I sneak another look at Eddie. He's now relaxed, squatting between the newest members of his club and talking to them.

"Oh," I exclaim, looking back at Chrissy, "I almost forgot, I have a doctor's appointment today. Won't make it to training. I'm sorry." She shakes her head, "Oh, don't worry. Your health comes first," she assures me. "I have to leave earlier today as well."

After class, I wait for a little while until most people have left. It's quieter, and less nosy students around; I like it better that way.

I walk through the school's parking lot, passing Eddies old, fucked-up van. The second I am at its side door, it opens. I am grabbed by two strong arms and pulled in.

Before I can even yelp in surprise, my back is pressed against the air mattress in the back of the van. Soft lips press on mine while coarse hands wander all over my body.

I let myself fall into the kiss, and as it ends, I grin against those lips. "Hey." "Hi, baby," Eddie whispers back, pecking my lips once more before crawling off me and closing the van's door.

Once that's down, he lays down next to me, pulling a joint out of his pocket, lighting it, and handing it to me. I take a few deep hits before blowing some smoke into Eddie's face, making him shake his head.

"Hey, don't be mean to your boyfriend," he tells me, pouting, taking the joint. "I wouldn't be mean if you wouldn't always make such scenes."

He holds the smoke in his lugs for a couple of seconds, letting it out as he realizes what I'm talking about. "Oh, you mean the thing at the cafeteria." I nod. "Yes, the thing at the cafeteria."

"You know I was right, though. We're easy targets because a game where you use your fantasy is too scary for those thinking only in the pre-given boxes," he says, grabbing the ashtray I made him in my ceramics class the year I had to repeat freshman year because Cheerleading and sneaking around with Eddie had become too much fun.

"Yes, you were. But have you ever thought about the fact that you catch more bees with honey than vinegar?" I ask Eddie, and he kisses my nose, handing me the joint back.

"But vinegar has them pull funny faces," he smiles. I smile back, "And call you a freak." "We are the beauty and the freak. You knew it would be like this when you fell for me."

Eddie and I were best friends, but I don't think that there was ever a moment when I didn't love him. He's my person, my soulmate, my freak.

I climb on his lap, finishing the joint, "Do you know how many girls would dump your ass for being such an awful attention whore? That behavior will one day come to bite you in the ass," I giggle, putting the ashtray aside.

Eddie sits up, kissing me gently. "Then it's a good thing I only want you. Cause deep down, you're just as much a freak as I am." I hum happily, cupping his cheeks, "Hm, lucky you."

We kiss again, him flipping us around and making himself comfortable between my legs. We always were different, were freaks. Eddie loves me in a way nobody else can; everything we ever experienced, all our firsts, happened together.

The first time I rode my bicycle without training wheels. The first time his father became violent. The first time I had my period. The first time Eddie felt truly alone.

Our first time getting high. Our first tattoo. Our first kiss. Our first time getting really touchy while making out.

Our first time. The first time. In the same van and position, we are lying in right now.

Our friendship had to publicly end as our relationship evolved, but we were made for each other; there is no other way to describe it.

Eddie pulls away, laying down on his side, making us face each other while he strokes my cheek. "I love you," he whispers, and I love how it still lights sparks in me after all these years. "I love you too," I whisper back, and we smile stupidly at each other.

He stretches a little, pulling me into his chest. "I'm selling some stuff to one of your friends today." I look up. "Who?"

"Chrissy Cunningham." I look at him, surprised, and he chuckles, "I was surprised too, Sweetheart. But after that sale, I have enough money to buy a tux for prom."

"I thought you didn't want to wear one?" I ask with raised brown, rolling him onto his back and resting partially on his chest.

He nods, sneaking his arms around me again to make sure I'll stay this close. "I hate the thought," he deadpans. "But you want a magical prom night, and I'll be dammed if I don't provide that for you."

I kiss him, happily smiling, and he admits, "A tux makes it hopefully also easier for us when you tell your father about us."

No dating till I graduate. My father and mother had me when they were sixteen. Therefore, my father is extra careful about protecting my virtue. And I am even more careful in making him believe that my virtue is still a thing and not something I practically threw at my metalhead boyfriend years ago.

It will be a true blessing to no longer have to hide.

"He has known you since you were five and asked if we could play together at the park. Daddy knows how you normally look," I snicker, having Eddie shrug. "A tux still can't hurt."

He sighs loudly, "Shit, I can't wait to let everyone know that Eddie 'The Freak' Munson has the hottest, most brilliant girlfriend in the world. Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver look like fucking amateurs next to us."

Eddie points back and forth between us, "They might be the more socially accepted couple, but you and I? We are the ones staying together forever."

We kiss again, and as we part, he looks at his watch. "Baby, I have to go meet Chrissy so that I can buy you one of those silly flower bracelets." "A corsage," I correct him while we sit up and fix each other's clothes and hair.

He kisses me again, then opens the van's side door, jumping out first. When nobody's there to see us, he helps me out as well.

I'm still surprised about Chrissy buying drugs. She's so proper; I sometimes feel like a bad influence next to her, even when I just chew bubblegum in class. But on the other side...

"Hey, Eddie?" he looks at me with his soulful eyes. "Chrissy's kind of weird lately, like anxious and jumpy... Please be nice to her. We don't know what she's going through."

He nods. "Sure, baby. You know I'm all bark and no bite unless you want me to," he jokes, riskily pulling me into another kiss. "I promise to be my best self."

I kiss his cheek, grabbing my backpack, "And I see you tonight behind the arcade?"

He grabs his lunchbox, opens it, and hands me a heart-shaped lollipop to eliminate the joint's taste. "It's a date. We can get fast food and spend the evening at lover's lake. I even made us a new mixtape." "Sounds perfect," I smile, and with one final kiss, we part ways.

After a few feet, we both turn around. I throw Eddie a kiss, and he pretends to have caught it, holding it to his heart.

I giggle, making my way home. I can't wait for us to graduate.

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[nsmhrniki]

✰ omegle, the dark web 2.0！,,

WARNINGS: omegle, nothing too explicit but i mightve described omegle a bit too dramatically scary 😭, curse words

PAIRING/S: clyde, tolkien, kenny x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

GENRE: crack

PRONOUNS: gender neutral

REQUESTED: yes // no

" just finished hopping on omegle... umm .. never again!! 🤗 clyde, tolkien, and kenny, seperately and platonic, going on omegle w/ reader to make me feel better bc i didnt have anyone else when i did that.. "

– anon

A/N: oh my gosh i'm so sorry,,get well soon 🙁 /hj i took some omegle videos off of tiktok for this because they were funny ash

donovan, clyde ✰ !

first of all clyde turned down your offer immediately. he didnt think about it, immediate NO.

he was like "no dude. 😧 do yk what type of stuff goes around in that website???"

"yeah? so?" "SO??!"

"what are you a pussy 🤨 its totally ok ill go get your blankie if we see something absolutely atrocious 🥺🥺"

"..."

and now infront of you both is your laptop and omegle on your screen.

"dont worry dude, im sure nothing will happen"

very very very wrong 😂...🙂

but aside from the... toe curling, gruesome, eye bleeding, earth shattering, blood curdling, spine chilling things you've seen on your laptop. some people were nice

you two however did not reciprocate the energy, you two outwardly BULLIED the people😨

who could blame you two? 🥺 its how you cope /j

oh yeah clyde cried maybe once or twice,, or 6 times

black, tolkien ✰ !

"no." "b-" "NO.!!"

"do you want to be traumatized for the rest of your life??" "tolkien i'm sure it's not that bad.."

you eventually got him to give in though!!! unfortunately...

worst mistake ever and tolkien almost left your ass to deal with this yourself

however, fortunately for you, he's a good friend!!

he only stayed because things were getting funny LMAOAO

"you look like bella hadid! on the left 🙂"

"me?" the person on the fucking left asks 😭

"nnnot you... the one on the le-" they click skip "ohh- 🙁"

"i said the one on the left!!! 🙁 why did she try to take credit UH UN"

🍊 ⊹ mccormick, kenny ..,

said yes immediately LMAOOO

said live your life to the fullest i guess 🤷‍♀️

said that you two are living on the edge! 😋 however!!! you wanna go back to the middle 😍!

because the FIRST thing that comes up is a lady doing..... showing....... and you didnt like it, kenny sure did though 🙂

whats worse is that it went on for more than one minute like press the fucking button plz,,

after a few skips you two came across an 11 yr old holding up her crusty white dog

"oh no sweetie 🙁 im so sorry"

🙁??? was the little girls face LMAOAO

"theres no need to deny it, we all know you have the perfect family but theres a deep deep dark secret and somebody's cheating!! on somebody in the house!!" *frantically nods head*

the two of you skipped her without another word and went on completely gaslighting everyone

㊎ all rights reserved to @/nsmhrniki. please do not copy/repost

Reblogs are appreciated !

[arvinsescape]

Late.

A/N: As always i hope you enjoy. First time writing genuine arsehole Tom. You can now read a follow up if you want here.

Summary: Tom’s late for dinner, reader has had enough. Tom makes a mistake but it all works out in the end.

W/C: 2.2K

Warnings: Swearing.

“Tom Holland spotted with new girlfriend after breakup with ex.”

“Tom Holland on night out with new girlfriend.”

“Is Tom Holland finally over his ex?”

You saw the headlines and wanted to throw your phone at a wall. You and Tom had dated for two years and broken it off a couple of months ago, it was sad and it was messy a row where you both said things you shouldn’t have.

“Seriously Tom?” You shouted as you threw your hands up, voice hoarse from all the shouting.

“I was late, yes. I get it you were left hanging but I was busy and didn’t finish on time. You need to get some perspective.” He shouted.

“I’m not even upset about that, a quick text would have been nice. But no, you left me sat there like a complete fucking idiot.” You fired back and he rolled his eyes.

“I have had a stressful enough day as it is. I don’t need you adding to it. You’re behaving like a bratty child and you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

“Seriously? That’s you’re defence? I knew what I was getting into, so what, I’m just supposed to accept it?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, you know you could really use getting some more friends. You can’t just rely on me all the time.” He snapped and your heart dropped. You had friends, but not many, you’d been bullied a lot through high school and therefore kept a small circle of people you trusted and he knew that.

“They were busy.” You fired back.

“Were they? Or are they just sick of listening to you go on?” He shouted and that stung, it was a huge insecurity of yours, you always feared people didn’t truly like you.

“You know what Tom? You are so far stuck up your own arse that it’s embarrassing. I’m glad you and your foul fucking mood didn’t make it tonight.” You shouted, you were close to tears but you didn’t want to cry in front of him, not right now.

“Yeah well at least I fucking do something with my life.” He shouted back and you couldn’t stop the tears at that. You’d recently turned down a promotion to move to New York so that you could see him as often as you still did, it felt like he was throwing it back in your face.

“You are a vain, arrogant, selfish, stuck up arsehole.” You said back as your voice cracked, his eyes instantly snapped to yours as he heard your voice crack. His anger washed away completely as he realised exactly what it was he’d just said to you. He took a careful step towards you as he spoke.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” You cried when you heard the softness in his voice. A stark contrast from seconds ago.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me you arsehole. I’m going to stay at Lizzie’s.” You said as you picked up your bag, going into the bedroom and stuffing whatever clothes touched your hands into it, he was hot on your trail.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It was out of line, I’m sorry.” He kept trying. When you were done you turned to look at him.

“Those were possibly some of the worst things you could have said to me. Thank you for playing on the insecurities that I told you about in confidence. I greatly fucking appreciate it.” You snapped, your tears were unstoppable and he felt awful.

“Y/N please. Just calm down and we’ll talk about it yeah?” He was crying now and you turned to make your way towards the front door. You turned to look at him one last time before you spoke.

“Until you’ve sorted your attitude out, I don’t wanna see you.” You said as you slammed the door shut and left for Lizzie’s.

He had tried to call you, many times after that. He showed up at Lizzie’s a week later but she wouldn’t let him in. You cried for weeks and just as you thought you were getting better, that you weren’t missing him the same, you saw that he had a new girlfriend. You’d noticed he’d tried to ring you a couple of times this morning but you’d ignored it. Your twitter mentions had gone through the roof for the first time since you’d split and you couldn’t help but look at them.

Dam that girl looks like Y/N but less attractive.

Y/N is naturally prettier I have to say.

Looking at the pictures, I think it’s just a hook up.

She’s far prettier than Y/N, well done Tommy.

That girl legit looks the spit of Y/N, I don’t think he’s over her.

It looks like Tom took Y/N and upgraded her.

I feel bad for the amount of hate Y/N’s getting, leave her be guys, we don’t know why they split up or how she’ll be feeling about this, I know I’d be heartbroken.

You furrowed your brows as you opened one of the pictures and in all fairness they weren’t wrong, she held a lot of similarities but she was far prettier and it made your heart ache. You still liked that some of his fans were supportive, some had been quite defensive of you. Tom had been vague about why you’d split up but never once denied it was his fault.

Then a tweet caught your eye because you noticed that Harry had retweeted it.

Please don’t bother Y/N with this. We know Tom said it was his fault as to why they broke up. We know that they loved each other and I think Tom might have made a mistake. Please respect that they are both still probably hurting and we should leave them alone.

Why was Harry retweeting something about this? Sure, he’d been supportive of you but not in public. Please respect that they are both still probably hurting. Was Tom still hurting? Apart from this morning he hadn’t tried to reach out at all in three weeks, you thought that was his way of saying he was over it. That was until you opened your voicemail and saw that Tom had left one last night. You sighed as you brought the phone up to your ear.

“Hi baby, sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t call you that anymore.” He was drunk and he was crying, that much you could tell. “Erm, you didn’t pick your phone up, not that I blame you. I wouldn’t if you said that shit to me. Listen, you’re gonna see some stuff tomorrow that I’m not proud of but you probably won’t get the whole truth and I want you to know what happened.” He sniffled a few times and your heart ached, he’d wanted to tell you first and you’d not answered.

“So I got really drunk tonight, as you can probably tell. I met this girl and she looked like you, she wasn’t you but she looked like you. She was really nice actually but that’s beside the point. You’re probably gonna see the pictures of me kissing her outside that club and I’m sorry. I know we’re not together but I haven’t moved on and I don’t want you to think I have.” You were crying as you listened to him, he sounded like he was in so much pain.

“I still love you, like a lot and I’m sorry. I brought her here and when we were about to sleep together I couldn’t do it. She was in our bed Y/N/N, that’s your place, not hers and I just couldn’t do it. I cried and she was really nice, she told me to call you. So here I am. Well, she said I should call you tomorrow when I was sober but I was hoping I’d hear your voice. Your voicemail will have to do I suppose. I love you and I miss you and I’m sorry I was such a prick. I didn’t mean it.”

You ended the call because you couldn’t listen anymore, he sounded like he was in so much pain and it made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. He really was hurting as much as you were, maybe more. You were pulled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzed. Tom. You hesitated for a second before you answered.

“Hey.” You said in the best voice of happiness you could muster.

“Y/N? I didn’t think you’d answer.” He sniffled, was he crying again?

“Yeah, I erm, I got your voicemail.” You said and you heard as he let out a sob.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair, I didn’t mean to spill all that, I only rang you with the intent of explaining what you’ve probably seen this morning. I shouldn’t have done that, I know you’re trying to move on so I shouldn’t have told you that I still love you.” He rambled through his sobs and your heart broke.

“Tom, it’s okay. I think I can forgive you for leaving an emotional voicemail.” You laughed through your tears and you heard him let out a choked laugh too.

“Can I see you? You don’t have to come here and I don’t have to come to you but can we meet somewhere neutral please? Even if it’s just for closure?” He was begging and you knew deep down you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

“Okay. How about that coffee shop we both like?” You said.

“Okay, gimme an hour?” The hope in his voice was enough to lift your heart slightly.

An hour later and you found yourself awkwardly sat at a table with Tom as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was so fucking wrong of me. I shouldn’t have used your insecurities like that, it was a dick move. You’re right I was being an arrogant, selfish arsehole and you deserved better, I understand why you left me.” He said as he looked at you, you could see the tears brimming and watched as he swallowed them back.

“It hurt Tom.” You said in response. “But you weren’t completely wrong either, I did rely on you too much, I pushed you harder than I should have at times and I know how hard you work.”

“Y/N, you just wanted me to be there when I said I was going to be, that’s not relying on me too much, that’s just asking me to be your boyfriend.” He sighed again.

“But you were right, there was always a chance that what would happen happened and I should have been more understanding.” You said as you looked at him again.

“I should have sent you a text and for that I’m sorry but it wasn’t like it was the first time it happened. I was so wrapped up in the film that I didn’t think much past it and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have thrown you turning down that promotion at you either, I know you did that for us.” He said and he meant it, you knew he did, he may have been a fantastic actor but he always had this look in his eye when he was being completely genuine and vulnerable, one he couldn’t fake.

“It’s okay. I think we both needed to learn some things when we broke up.” You sighed as you sat in silence again, it felt more comfortable this time.

“I’m sorry about last night, the voicemail, the girl. All of it.” He said.

“It’s okay. In fairness you don’t have to apologise about the girl, you are single.” You tried to joke and he tensed.

“No but I didn’t want you to think I’d moved on, you deserve better than that. As for being single, please don’t remind me.” He huffed slightly, you could see the pain, it was all over his face. You missed him dearly and he seemed so genuine about how sorry he was. You sighed before you spoke up again.

“How about I let you take me to dinner tomorrow night? You know start over?” You mumbled and his face lit up in the most genuine way you’d ever seen.

“Seriously? You wanna try again?” He was smiling now and you realised how much you’d missed seeing it.

“I’m prepared to try again but take it slowly.” You admitted.

“Whatever you want.” He was nodding profusely, it almost looked comical. “What time? I won’t be late I promise.”

“7?” You asked as you stood to collect your bag.

“I’ll be there at ten to.” He smiled as you made you’re way out of the coffee shop.

[mysticalrambling]

Hi this is mine request, y/n and chris (evans) are married and the have 2 kids, Emma and Jason, and y/n takes Emma to get there nails and hair done they have a girls day , while the boys a a boys day at home, and when y/n and Emma comes home, the boys have cooked dinner for the girls and later that night the have a family movie night, in matching pyjama's

A/N: I loved the plot line and I was happy to write about it. This is what I came up with and I might have added a few more things to the plot line. I love dad Chris Evans and I would love to write more about him. Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think about it.

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Family Time (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master list)

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

Summary: dad! Chris Evans x reader. Chris and the reader spends the whole day with their family. They enjoy the free day with their children and enjoy every moment of it.

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Having two kids was a bittersweet experience for the two of you as they were close in age so they fought a lot. It could be over the simplest of things such as who will eat in which bowl or who will cuddle with daddy at night. Emma and Jason loved each other to death but Jason being the elder was sometimes a little too stubborn. The one thing that always came as a shock to Chris’s family was that your son was a total daddy’s boy and vice versa for your daughter. Your family was always a little different from the others and you loved it.

“Mommy, Jacey pulled on my hair and threw my dollies to the ground.” Fat tears poured down her baby blue eyes as she jumped on your shared bed, effectively waking you both up. Chris just groaned and buried his head in the soft pillows and hands placed on his ears. You didn’t blame him, you both were up pretty late last night because Jason had a severe stomach ache. But he was okay now, considering he was busy annoying his younger sister.

“I will scold him but can you lie down with daddy now so I could freshen up and make you guys breakfast.”

“But I want to stay with you-,” she began to protest and you quickly silenced her by promising a girls only day.

“Besides, you don’t want to cuddle with daddy?” Chris growled playfully and started tickling your three and a half year old daughter. Taking this as your cue to leave, you went to the washroom. Meanwhile, Jason also joined the two of them in bed and lazed around for the whole morning, You prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs that was your family’s favorite breakfast and put out some dog food for Dodger.

“I want dad to feed me today.” Your five year old son declared when Emma sat on Chris’s lap to be pampered by him.

You sensed a fight heading towards the dining room and you quickly tried to diffuse the situation. “You are going to spend the whole day with your father today so let him feed Emma, please.” He huffed out a fine and you cut his pancakes in to little pieces.

“I am thinking of taking James to do some grocery shopping and then spend the whole day at home.” Chris was free today because his shooting does not start until Monday and he wanted to spend as much time possible with his family before he gets busy. He always hated being apart from you guys and would feel bad if he missed out an important step in his children’s life because of his career. You guys were truly blessed to have him in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I will get them both ready for the day and then we can all get on with our day.” Pecking him on the lips, you took the kids to your room and Chris went to clean the dishes.

“Mommy, I don’t want to sit in the booster seat. I want to sit with you.”

“No, baby, it is not safe.” She was hell bent on her request today and you just ran out of patience. Snapping at her, you were instantly filled with guilt because tears pooled in her eyes.

“Darling, I am sorry. Babe, can you drop Emma and I at the parlor before going to the supermarket?”

“Sure. Just let me get my keys.” Sitting in the middle of two booster seats was highly uncomfortable but you would do it for your children. The whole car ride was filled with both the kids babbling about their school and day care respectively. Your husband silently made eye contact with you from the rearview mirror and you knew he was thanking you. “When should I pick you both up?”

“I’ll text you half an hour earlier.” Getting Emma out of her seat, you walked towards your favorite salon. You already knew that Emma wanted a mixture of blue and pink nail polish because colors are gender neutral. Chris always made sure that your kids never follow the obscene rules set by the society.

“We are going to have so much fun, mommy.” The little girl skipped towards the reception and stood on her tip toes to see you make the reservation.

“Baby, do you want to get a haircut as well?”

“Are you getting one?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want one as well.” The receptionist smiled at your daughter’s excitement and complimented her saying that she looked just like Chris. Emma puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, “I look like my mommy.”

“Sorry. You are a carbon copy of your mother. Now, I have you two stationed right next to each other and you have manicure first.”

On the other side, Chris sat his little boy in the trolley and marveled at how big he was slowly getting. He had decided to properly pamper his family today and an Italian dinner was just a start. One of the things that you always craved in both your pregnancies was his pasta pomodoro and he sometimes had to make it at three in the morning to satisfy your cravings.

“Daddy, can I get some cookies?”

“Yes, but only one because we don’t want you to have stomach ache.” Chris quickly finished the grocery shopping and then went in to Cartier. Pampering his girls was his top most priority today so he had already ordered a bracelet for you with all of the family’s birth stones engraved in it, He also ordered the same exact bracelet for his baby girl just in a smaller size. Emma always wanted the same exact things as her mother and Chris always tried to fulfill her wish.

“Can we get them some pretty flowers, as well?” Quickly, he wiped all the cookie crumbles from Jason’s face and agreed with him. They decided on getting them some pink roses because you both loved them.

The moment they arrived at the house, they quickly got to cooking but Chris made sure that he went no way near the stove. He was given the task to open up the spaghetti packet and picking out the red carrots.

Meanwhile, you both got your nails done with you opting for a bright yellow colour. Chris’s favorite colour. You got your hair cut in square layers while Emma just got a nice trim for her dirty blonde hair. Both the kids had inherited Chris’s hair and eyes but the nose and the smile was all you. During the whole time, you and your daughter talked about anything and everything. She talked about the cute boy in her daycare and how she wanted to be his friend but she got a whole circus running around in her tummy.You just chuckled and thought to not tell Chris because he will freak out and bully that poor boy.

After about two hours, Chris and James came to pick you both up and the whole way back, both the kids kept bickering with each other. The moment you opened the front door to your house, your favorite aroma hit you and a blissful sigh escaped your lips. “Have I told you this new look suits you a lot?” Your husband took you in a backside hug while both your munchkins ran towards the dining room.

“Just like a thousand times from the moment you picked us up. Is this dinner a hint?”

“Well, it’s true and maybe it is.” You kissed him slowly on the lips because the prospect of another kid was exciting to say the least.

“Daddy, I want the pasta!” Emma screamed from across the hallway and you both made your way towards them. The dining was all set and the kids were already sitting at their assigned places with their plastic forks in hand. Chris quickly served the food and you all got to eating. Dodger was sitting by your chair and happily munching on his food. Making silent eye contact with your husband, you guys silently agreed on having another kid. You were thrilled.

They all went to their rooms and came out in their matching Captain America pjs that Chris bought from Los Angeles the last time he was there for shooting. He always loved the idea of twinning with his famiily.

“We have a little surprise for you, don’t we, Jason?” The boy ran towards the living room and you all followed suit. Chris gave you a bouquet with a red long box and Jason did the same but with a smaller size to his baby sister.

The moment you saw the content in the jewelry box, tears welled up in your eyes. This was such a thoughtful gift and there was an empty place in the bracelet for a new gemstone. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I am giving you a lot of hints, here.”

“You don’t have to convince me, baby. I was thinking about this as well.”

“Then, it’s done. Baby number three of our family.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Emma jumped on Chris from the back and he immediately caught her in his arms.

“No problem, baby. Which movie do you guys want to watch?” He asked but he already knew the answer.

“Lion King!” There were a lot of things that your kids didn’t agree with but this was an exception. They were both die hard fans of Lion King.

“Aw, I thought we will watch Captain America today. But that’s okay, I guess.” He pretended to be hurt by their answer but the kids took it seriously.

“No, daddy. We love Captain America and we can watch it today.” Little hands cupped his light stubbled cheeks and Chris just smiled at his two babies. He was so lucky to have them and he could not wait for a third one.

“It’s okay, bubs. I was just kidding, We can watch it tomorrow. Today is Lion King’s day.” They all got together under the blanket and kept all the snacks on their laps. This was what Chris wanted the whole day; his whole family under his arms, happy.

“I love you.” He whispered to you while you cleaned off Emma’s sticky fingers and the drool on Jason’s chin.

“I love you, too.” You spent the whole night on that couch and somewhere in between the movie, Dodger came up and cuddled to your side. Your life was blissful and it was all because of Chris, the love of your life.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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A/N: This is just some family dribble that I wrote related to Chris Evans. I just love the idea of dad Chris. Send me some ideas related to Chris as a family man and I will be happy to write about it. Tell me if you wanted to be in the taglist.

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goldilocks (reid/reader)

Title: Goldilocks Request: no Couple: spencer reid/gen-neutral!reader; spencer reid/ethan; spencer reid/lila archer Category: fluff Content Warning: bi!spencer, kissing/making out, Word Count: 2,102 Summary: spencer recounts all his first kisses A/N: thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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When Spencer was 12, he had his first kiss. He was with his only friend, Ethan, in his backyard. They were playing cowboys versus pirates- Spencer being the cowboy rightfully so. Whenever Ethan was over Spencer knew he could be himself, he didn’t have to worry about his mother, or school bullies, or anything else. Ethan was his safe space. Ethan knew that, too.

It was nearing dusk. Ethan was up in a tree, pretending it was the crow’s nest of his pirate ship. Spencer was on the ground, dressed like a cowboy, complete with the lasso and cowboy hat. Their play fight would soon come to an end, and they would have to go in for the night. The two friends knew that their fight would come to an end like it usually does. With Ethan winning and Spencer losing.

Ethan had jumped from the tree, landing beside Spencer before tackling him to the ground. Spencer looked up at his friend, trying to fight him off his body. It was obvious that the smaller of the two boys would lose a fight. The smaller boy knew that too. Although maybe he wanted to lose to Ethan.

“What are you doing?!” Spencer said through giggles. Ethan returned the giggles as he pinned Spencer’s hands to the ground above his head. Ethan looked down at his friend, a smirk growing across his lips the longer he stared at him.

“I won,” Ethan whispered as he lowered closer to Spencer’s face.

Spencer’s eyes widened as he looked at his friend. The young boy knew for a long time that he had a crush on his friend. He’s never acted on his feelings before. The thought passed his mind many times, but he didn’t want to risk losing his only friend.

Until that day. Until the day he and Ethan were playing pirates and cowboys, when he knew the cowboys had really lost (for the hundredth time too). When Ethan still had Spencer pinned to the ground and he was rubbing it in his face that he had won. It was then did he realize he wanted to kiss Ethan. It was something he wanted, a curiosity that would kill him if he didn’t just do it. And it was a risk, a calculated one, but he knew he wanted to take it.

When Ethan had gotten low enough, Spencer lifted his head and quickly pecked his lips to Ethan’s. After the briefest moment, Spencer dropped his head back to the ground and stared up at his friend.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and looked away when he realized he might’ve messed up. “I was… I was just curious. That’s all.”

“You were just curious?” Ethan asked as he crawled off his friend and sat on the ground beside him. Spencer slowly sat up and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. J-Just curious.”

Unfortunately, this kiss with Ethan was too soft. But Spencer was too young to know that. He’d learn one day that even though he had the smallest crush on Ethan, that they’d be better off as best friends than anything else.

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When Spencer was 24, he had his second kiss. It was with Hollywood star Lila Archer. He was working a case, and protecting Lila from a possible stalker she had. The two were outside, Spencer was watching Lila swim in her pool. Spencer was very adamant about Lila getting out of the pool, so they could be in the safety of her home. But Lila wasn’t having any of it.

“Five minutes,” Lila begged as she swam up to the edge of the pool. Spencer was standing close, watching her with a worried crease in his brow. “Go get a suit in the house!” She nodded towards the open sliding doors of her home. Spencer looked over at her house and then quickly back at her with a scowl.

“What?! No! I don’t wanna grab a suit! Are you kidding me?!” Spencer shouted, his voice cracking out of annoyance. “Please let’s just go in.”

“Join me,” she pressed as she looked up at him. For a small moment, Spencer considered it. But it wasn’t long enough for him to actually go inside and change.

“No, I'm not gonna join you,” Spencer eventually said. Lila rolled her eyes before pouting.

“Why not?”

“You're being pursued by a psychotic killer who shoots people in the head!” Spencer shouted, again, his voice cracking, again. Lila pushed off the wall of the pool and floated on her back, away from Spencer.

“I'm not gonna stop living my life. I'm just not,” she stated firmly as she closed her eyes. Spencer stared at the woman in the pool, shock growing across his face. Any normal person would be scared, hiding for their lives when they hear that there’s a psychotic killer after them.

“This woman is insane,” Spencer thought the longer he stared at her. Although he was extremely cautious about his surroundings and who was around, he could feel a strange carelessness grow in his stomach.

“Lila, please, I'm begging of you. Will you please get out of the pool?” Spencer pleaded as he squatted down to the pool.

“Really, Spence, you should live a little.”

“Live a little? I've known you 48 hours, I feel like I've already aged 10 years.”

“I can't be that bad,” Lila mused as she swam back to the edge of the pool.

“Yes. no, you are that bad,” Spencer said as he stood back up.

“Fine, can you help me out at least?” Lila asked as she lifted a hand up to Spencer. Spencer stared at her hand for a moment before grabbing it. As he went to help her out, Lila pulled on Spencer’s hand, pulling him right into the pool.

Lila was instantly thrown into a fit of laughter as Spencer re-emerged from the water. He glared over at the girl as he pushed his hair away from his face.

“Yes, very funny. Laugh it up, Lila. Hilarious. My gun's wet. So great. My clothes,” Spencer’s tone was very clearly annoyed with what just happened.

‘I should have seen that coming,’ Spencer thought to himself as he looked at the woman. She smiled as she swam closer to him.

“You should have worn the suit,” Lila giggled as she grabbed Spencer’s tie and pulled him closer to her. Spencer swam closer to her, allowing her to pull him as close to her. She brought her hand to rest on the nape of his neck. And when he was close enough, she pressed her lips to his, quickly deepening it.

Spencer ended it just as fast as Lila started it.

“This is completely inappropriate,” Spencer said as he swam away, leaving Lila behind.

Spencer found a certain attractiveness in Lila, he wouldn’t lie about that. The moment wasn’t right. Would there ever be a right moment between Spencer Reid and Lila Archer? The pair had two wildly different career paths, and two wildly different lifestyles… There would never be a right moment for the two.

Even though Spencer enjoyed this kiss with Lila, it was too rough. It was very heated, and a moment of intense feelings. He began to wonder when he’d find the person who would give him the best kisses, and how long he’d have to wait for that moment.

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When Spencer was 34, he found the person who gave the best kisses. There was more than one factor for why Spencer loved this person, their kisses were just a bonus. Like with Ethan, this person was Spencer’s safe space. He could be himself and not worry about anything. And like with Lila Archer, this person made Spencer feel free and near careless.

His first kiss with this person was… gentle, and sweet. Unlike with Ethan, this kiss wasn’t a quick peck to the lips. It wasn’t out of pure curiosity. Unlike with Lila, it wasn’t rushed and heated. It wasn’t because they wanted it. It was because they both wanted it.

It wasn’t their first date, not even their sixth date. In fact, they weren’t even on a date. Spencer had invited the BAU team over to his house to meet this person. The team had been excited to meet them since Spencer first spoke about his person. And after the team left, it was just Spencer and his person. Their first kiss just happened. They weren’t expecting it.

They were sitting on the couch, a movie playing- though neither of them were watching it. The couple was too busy talking about cleaning up the mess their dinner party had left behind, and when a good time to clean it would be.

“Do you want me to get ants? Because this is how I get ants,” Spencer said as he gestured towards the coffee table and the several plates and cups that occupied it. His person laughed before moving even closer to him. Even though they were already pretty close to cuddling, his person wanted to be even closer to him. “But what’s stopping us from taking care of the mess in the morning?” they asked as they looked up at Spencer. He sighed before looking back at his person. “I’m just saying, Spencer,” they whispered before shifting to his lap. Spencer’s eyes met theirs, and a small smile grew across his lips.

“Okay, okay, we can take care of it in the morning. If I get ants though I’m blaming you,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around his person’s waist.

“I’ll take full responsibility!” they shouted, jumping and nearly falling backwards off his legs. Spencer laughed before pulling them closer to safety. Instead of falling off his legs, his person fell closer to him. “I’ll clean up first thing in the morning. Promise!” They wrapped their arms around Spencer’s neck.

“So now you’re spending the night?” Spencer raised an eyebrow as he looked back at them. They smiled before nodding lightly. The couple drifted closer together.

“If that’s okay. If not, I can go home after the movie is over,” they whispered before cocking their head to the side. Spencer looked at their eyes before glancing at their lips for a brief moment.

“It’d be the first time you spend the night here.”

“I don’t have an issue with that,” they shook their head and smiled. “Only if you don’t have an issue.” It was his person’s turn to look between his eyes and lips. They both wanted to kiss each other, but were both afraid. Spencer knew his person wanted to kiss him. And his person knew he wanted to kiss them.

“No issue here,” Spencer replied, although he wasn’t sure if it was a response to them spending the night, or giving them permission to kiss him. But he replied...

“Good,” they whispered before pressing their lips to Spencer’s. He hummed before bringing his hands to their cheeks. It only took a moment before he deepened the kiss.

Spencer had never kissed a person like he kissed his person. He could feel a fire grow in his chest. His arms wrapped around their waist and he pulled them onto his lap.

It felt like ages before they broke apart. In that moment, all they wanted to do was just be with each other and be in each other's space. But they knew they couldn’t. There were still things they had to do before they went to bed.

“We… We should clean up,” Spencer whispered, just so the silence would go away. His person laughed before tumbling off his lap. His hand caught their’s, stopping them from going any further. They turned around and looked down at him.

His person admired how his cheeks were flushed, his hair was tousled just right, and his lips were still pink from being kissed raw. He had a slight dazed look in his eyes.

“I like it when you look like you kissed someone. I like it even more when I know I’m that someone you kissed,” his person whispered. Spencer laughed and nodded.

“I like it even more when you’re the person I kissed, too,” he whispered as he pulled them back down to his lap. “What’re you doing?”

“Going to clean, like you said.”

“We can clean in the morning.”

There was no curiosity with this kiss, and he wasn’t hesitant. Spencer knew, 100%, that he wanted this kiss. And he was happy that this kiss was perfect. Better than the kiss with Ethan. Better than the kiss with Lila.

Spencer was happy he’d be spending the rest of his life with his person.

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Can you do headcannons for some of the Fraccions as friends with each other please?

Fraccion Friends

I hope you were expecting a chart to go with this, because I made this. Don't ask me how long it took. Adding two "technically just Numeros" for fun! Actual headcanons (and clarification on who's friends with who, because face it, the chart is a mess) below the Read More! Assume the relationship is "neutral" if not clarified on the chart.

Kukkapuro: He has no hatred in his heart. He just wants to love and be loved, and while that primarily extends to his master, he has made a few friends among the fraccion! The Tres Bestias dognap him from Yammy on occasion. He's also fond of Szayelaporro's fraccion, as they often know where the best snacks are (much to Szayelaporro's detriment, as most of the snacks consist of experiments he's neglected). He's also been seen chasing after Lilynette, sitting quietly with Tesra, and posing in clothes with Charlotte. The closest Las Noches has to a family therapist, and pretty much everyone cashes in on it.

Szayel's Fraccion: All but universally hated. Most stay away from all of them, while Ggio goes out of his way to antagonize them whenever he gets the chance. They're all very close-knit, and while it's rumored they have a sort of hive-mind, it's mainly because they operate on a "if you're good with one of us, you're good with all of us" mentality. Kukkapuro is universally loved, and many will go out of their way to at least pet the dog. They're collectively afraid of Yylfordt.

Menoly: Hates Ggio, and, were it allowed, would collaborate with Loly and the Tres Bestias to snipe him. Friends with Loly, but also won't hesitate to talk shit about her, either. Believes she's in competition with Loly for Aizen's affections, and is unaware that Aizen views them both as his personal servants and "instant soap opera".

Loly: When not around Menoly, she's often hanging with the Tres Bestias. The mean girl of the friend group, often starts shit with Apacci for fun. Results vary, but somehow they still manage to be friends.

Shawlong: Almost everyone's dad. Often visits Charlotte, Abirama, Findorr, Choe Neng Poww, and Nirgge for a bi-weekly dad meetup. Keeps an eye on Di Roy and Ggio when they're allowed to meet up, mostly for damage control. Is Di Roy's living child leash, and makes sure he doesn't bite Yllfordt's arm. Again. Also occasionally visits Tesra to talk over snacks.

Yylfordt: Essentially Di Roy's bully of an older brother. Somehow also friends with Ggio, and enjoys harassing Szayelaporro's fraccion with him. Has almost gotten himself killed on three separate occasions when in the same room as the Tres Bestias. Will often use Nakeem as a rubber duck to bounce ideas off of.

Di Roy: Little Shit Enterprises. Will kick your ass, will kick your friend's ass, will kick his own ass! Often tries to annoy Yllfordt, and when that doesn't work, he goes to the worst targets imaginable and gets his ass kicked. Him being half-dead in a corner has become an inside joke among Grimmjow's other fraccion, as well as blaming anything that goes wrong on him. Once ate something inedible due to Ggio daring him, and now that is an inside joke as well. Somehow still good friends with Ggio despite it all.

Edrad: If not around Grimmjow, he can be found with Abirama. Think how gym bros act together, and you won't be too far from his and Abirama's dynamic, except there's a bonus stupid contest where they try to get each other to do the dumbest shit just for bragging rights. Somehow, they've managed to keep any damage they've done secret, primarily by blaming it on someone else (usually Di Roy).

Nakeem: Grimmjow's resident introvert. Generally keeps to himself, but occasionally he and Choe Neng Poww get together and sit in what can be assumed to be companionable silence. Is often used as Di Roy's flesh shield, which only works half of the time. Fond of his family, despite it all.

Charlotte: Part of the competitive polycule, but arguably the most chill about it- probably because he and Baraggan are married to everyone else in the polycule as well. Often tries giving Ggio life advice that either never gets heard, or ends up being taken the wrong way. Has done fashion shows with Kukkapuro before, because he stays still long enough for Charlotte to get him into an outfit.

Abirama: Puts the competitive in competitive polycule. Almost everything is a way for him to prove himself, and firmly believes that he's the best partner. Is also married to Findorr, but somehow believes that Findorr is competing with him for being the best husband. Is also good friends with Edrad, and considers him a slightly younger brother. Has gotten Edrad to steal food from Aizen, which they both ended up blaming on Di Roy. Everyone is convinced that the only thing they do together is work out, though they have been suspiciously close to many collapsed buildings within Las Noches.

Findorr: Friends with Shawlong and Yylfordt, and typically covers for Yylfordt whenever he goes to harass people. In firm competition with the rest of Baraggan's fraccion for first place in Baraggan's heart, but also wants to be at least second place in Abirama's. This often has led to the two of them one-upping each other in front of Baraggan, which is a mixture of flirting and genuine competition. Has said "Aw, it thinks it's people!" before, out loud, about Ggio, usually whenever Ggio tries impressing Baraggan as well. However, the moment anyone else bullies his son, all of his cells go into attack mode.

Choe Neng Poww: Firmly believes everyone else will burn themselves out trying to vie for Baraggan's attention, when he so clearly is the top husband already. Also affectionate with Nirgge and Charlotte, and believes they both hold title for second place in Baraggan's heart. Is also friends with Nakeem, and will often sit quietly with him while watching their respective families muck about.

Nirgge: Confident he's Baraggan's favorite, but Choe Neng Poww and Charlotte are next in line. Can usually be found among his fellow partners, or with Shawlong. He's also the one Ggio usually goes to for advice, despite giving arguably the worst advice Ggio could get- it's not out of malice, Nirgge's advice is just easy to boil down to"commit assault" or "suck it up", both of which Ggio takes to heart.

Ggio: Little Shit Number Two, but Competitive. Harasses the Tres Bestias for fun, but is capable of running fast enough to get away with it, and therefore believes himself to be immune from getting the shit beaten out of him. Loves all of his father figures dearly, but is most comfortable with Nirgge and Findorr, despite having completely different dynamics with the two. He occasionally meets up with Tesra, which was initially Baraggan's way of hoping to teach him manners, but has now devolved to Tesra becoming Ggio's part-time child leash. He's also good friends with Lilynette, and the two are often seen roughhousing or making bets. Has made several attempts to flirt with Lilynette at Nirgge's encouragement, all of which fail miserably.

Pesche: Typically followed Nelliel around as a fraccion, but due to circumstance was often around Tesra. He and Tesra get along well, despite Tesra's master genuinely hating Pesche and his brother. Also gets along well with Dondochakka, who he considers his brother, despite having no actual blood relation to him. While in Aizen's army, it wasn't hard to find him animatedly making an ass of himself to amuse Tesra and Dondochakka.

Dondochakka: Despite having no blood relation, considers Pesche to be his brother. Is also good friends with Tesra, despite Tesra's master wanting him, his brother, his master, and everything he ever stood for burnt to the ground. While in Aizen's army, he often encouraged Pesche's antics, much to Tesra's amusement.

Tesra: Resident child leash and mediator, especially when it comes to his master's hotheadedness. Has taken a liking to Kukkapuro, and will often seek him out on a day off, though he typically keeps to himself. Was initially slated by Baraggan to teach Ggio manners, but this has devolved to shadowing Ggio and ensuring he doesn't get himself killed. When Dondochakka and Pesche were in Aizen's army, he was quite fond of them, hanging out in the rare times their masters weren't trying to kill each other. Despite being endlessly devoted to Nnoitra, he managed to keep a close bond with the brothers. Will never say it out loud, but he does miss the two of them.

Apacci: If there's a man, she's going to fucking kill them. Worsties with Loly, and simultaneously adores and despises whenever she and Menoly drop by. In a "true love-hate" relationship with Sung-Sun and Mila Rose, and can intermittently be found both on dates and in the middle of fights with the two. The only person she seemingly has a steady friendship with is Menoly, who she talks shit with on a regular basis.

Mila Rose: Despite getting into frequent arguments with Apacci, they're both dating. Has joked to Sung-Sun, Apacci, and Harribel about the four of them being a lesbian commune before, but everyone is fully convinced that she's serious, because she's accurate. Sometimes despises her fraccion partners, other times is deeply in love with them. Regardless, she wouldn't trade them for the world, and knows the feeling is mutual.

Sung-Sun: Resident brain cell among the Tres Bestias, but that's sort of like being the tallest dwarf. Likes to believe she's above the drama, but gets into it just as often- if not more- than her partners, purely by eavesdropping and watching drama go down as if life was a soap opera build only for her. Usually the one that arranges dates and breaks up fights, though the fights tend to become her versus whoever she tried to calm down. To their credit, her methods are usually "are you a fucking idiot", and nobody takes kindly to that in the heat of the moment.

Lilynette: Friendly rivals with Di Roy, and will often frame him for problems she causes while also being framed for problems he created. Also enjoys Kukkapuro's company, and will get him to play fetch and chase him around. Good friends with Ggio, and often wreaks havoc with him when unsupervised. Has turned down Ggio multiple times, and isn't quite certain how to reject him without violence. She also doesn't know how to explain that she and Coyote are two halves of one being to him, and only loving half of a being would get weird after a while.

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What am I now? ⋆ Draco Malfoy

A/N- So this is part two to but ‘i knew you’. I was gonna use the rest of the song, ‘cardigan’ by taylor swift. However, while I was showering ‘falling’ by harry styles came on and i got this brilliant idea. This part is in Draco’s pov too:) 

part one- but i knew you

I'm in my bed And you're not here And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back I can't unpack the baggage you left

Draco lied in his bed, staring lazily at the ceiling. There was a party happening in the room of requirements, hosted by the Slytherin house. It was a celebration for winning the quidditch match against Ravenclaw. It was a hard game, so a celebration was in order. Draco could imagine the music pulsing through the room, drunk teens dancing awfully as they rode out their hormone fueled dreams. Draco was much more content with laying in his room, enjoying the rare silence. 

It had been a few months since the start of his 7th year. The war was over, his father was in Azkaban and he was sure to stay there for a while. Draco’s mom had changed, slowly but surely. Over the last summer, Draco had spent his time alone in the large mansion of Malfoy manner. Draco remembered how his mom no longer sat in her favorite lounge, reading one of her disgustingly girly magazines. Instead most of the time, he found her curled up in her bed. Sometimes he could hear her sniffling, choking back tears but mostly he found her sleeping soundly. 

Draco had changed too, he didn’t care for the rivalry of the Hogwarts houses, he didn’t care about teasing potter and his disgusting friends. He didn’t care for a lot of things now. Except Y/N. 

Merlin, Y/N.

The beautiful eyed girl who plagued his thoughts more often than not. He remembered the night at the astronomy tower, the last time he had spoken to her. He remembered how her perfect frame shook with rage before she cursed him and stormed out, leaving the pureblood alone with his thoughts. That night, Draco had cried. He cried alone in the tower, feeling corned. He had broken the heart of one of the most important people in his life. 

Draco knew why he did it, why he pushed you away and broke you. He was doing it to protect you, the last thing he needed was for you to get wrapped up in his death eaters bullshit. He wanted you safe, and if that meant making you hate him, so be it. 

But was it worth it? Was it worth losing you? Maybe you would’ve stayed with him through the war. Helping and soothing him during his night terrors. Maybe you would’ve hated him anyway, calling him a traitor and a monster. He wouldn’t blame you. 

But for now he lied alone in his bed. Suddenly his door flew open, Blaise in the doorway with a drunken smile. “Draco! Theo yacked all over me and this girl, came up here to change. Why aren’t you at the party? It’s absolutely wicked down up there.” His words were slurred and sewed together. He pranced over to one of his drunks and popped it open. Blaise grabbed an emerald green sweater, slipping off his soiled shirt. 

“Don’t care much to be smooshed by a bunch of drunk imbeciles .” Draco said coldly.

“That’s a shame, there’s some beautiful creatures up there. Y/N looks absolutely pang.” Draco wondered if Blaise knew what he had just said. 

“What was she wearing?” Draco asked before he could stop himself. Since when did you party? You never cared to go to any of the house parties unless Malfoy dragged you there himself. 

“I think it was blue or maybe black. Wait!” Blaise held a hand towards Draco, collecting his intoxicated thoughts. “Yeah it’s black. Definitely black” He laughed at himself shamelessly. 

“Black what, you prat. A black sock?” Draco found himself grinning at his friend’s current state.

“A black dress.” Blaise said simply. Draco swallowed hard, despite the voice in the bag of his head nagging him to stay in bed, Draco found himself wanting to see you. He would be perfectly fine with just one glance. Then his hunger would be fine for the night and possibly he could enjoy the party. 

“Stay right there. I’m coming to the party.” Draco rose to his feet and went to his wardrobe. He pulled out a simple, black long sleeve shirt and a pair of nice yet comfortable gray slacks. Draco slipped on a pair of new, shiny black dress shoes before turning to Theo’s small mirror on the wall. He checked his reflection, he looked tired but he doubted anyone would notice. 

When Blaise and Draco arrived inside the room of requirements, he was greeted with the loud music. There were plenty of people there, from all of the houses. He even saw a couple of ravenclaws taking some firewhisky shots. 

Shots sounded perfect right now, it would help Draco calm his nerves. Blaise saw one of his many friends on the way to the drink table, leaving Draco alone as he poured himself a shot. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and down the substance with ease. Another one, and another one. On his fourth shot in the span of three minutes, Draco felt better already. His eyes danced around the scenery in front of him, he saw some of his so called ‘friends’. But then he saw you. 

And merlin you looked good. So good. You’re hair was a little longer than the last time he saw you. Your cheeks were painted red as you smiled happily at Harry, who was wrapped up with the Weasley girl. Draco could tell you were drunk, or at least very tipsy. You were sawing softly as you giggled with Potter and his friends. You looked happy, and Draco was content with that. 

After that night night at the astronomy tower, Draco had watched you slowly break. Before summer vacation, he noticed you stopped going to the great halls for meals. You always seemed so tired and empty. You wore a neutral expression almost always. You never laughed or showed any emotion, it broke Draco’s heart. 

Draco was brought to the memory of Pansy and you. You’d been walking down the halls alone when you passed Draco and his friends. You kept your head down as you walked by, and he watched you carefully. He couldn’t stop Pansy’s bloody words. She called out after you, causing you to turn towards the group. Pansy mentioned Y/N’s current state, mentioning and giggling at Y/N’s sudden change in behavior. “Did someone hurt our dear Y/N?” Pansy’s sickening voice spoke. Y/N had stared at Pansy with an empty expression. Draco swallowed as he remembered her eyes. She had looked at the raven-haired girl with nothing in her eyes. No sadness, anger, or amusement. Draco took note of how Pansy shifted uncomfortably under your intense gaze. Then you turned on your heel and left. 

Draco normally would’ve laughed at Pansy’s failed attempt at bullying but he couldn’t. Because Pansy was right, someone had broken your heart. And it was him. 

“Dray.” A girl Draco didn’t recognize purred next to him. He glared down at her. 

“May I help you with something? Or do you take pleasure in bothering people when you’re piss drunk?” He spit out. He repressed a laugh as the girl’s smirk fell and morphed into a sad, shocked expression. When she didn't speak, Draco turned and poured himself a large cup of tainted tonic water and firewhiskey. 

Draco left the drink table and made his way through the crowd, aiming towards a large couch in the middle of the party. No one was sitting on it surprisingly, but he wouldn’t complain. Draco sat in the middle of the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. Draco sipped his drink slowly, wishing he had stayed in his bed. 

But I want her to be in bed with me, playing with my hair and kissing my neck. Merlin I miss her kisses. 

Draco’s brain thought, he shook it away. This was his fault, all of it. He wasn’t strong enough to go against his family, and he had to pay the consequences. 

“Sorry. I didn’t see your legs. You have really long legs.” A beautiful giggle filled his ears as he looked at the girl in front of him. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that you had tripped over his stretched out legs. You were on the floor, on your knees as you looked down and fixed the top of your dress. When you lifted your gaze, Draco’s eyes met with yours. 

You looked sweaty and had rosy cheeks from all the drinks you’ve must’ve consumed. Draco’s heart hammered against his chest as you just stared at him. But you’re face had so many expressions, you looked shocked, scared, happy and sad. Draco swallowed thickly, past the lump forming in his throat. You just sat there on the floor and stared at him. 

 “Hello.” Draco said simply. He wanted to slap his face, hello? really? The first words he’s spoken to you in 6 months and it’s hello?

You stared at him again. “Hi.” He couldn’t read your tone. 

“Having fun?” He cleared his throat, playing with the hem of his shirt. 

“I was.” Now Draco could tell you were upset. You shuffled up to your feet, trying to stable your balance before you turned away from him. 

Draco found himself reaching out to you, he gripped your arm carefully and pulled you back. A flashback from the astronomy tower came into his head. Draco had turned to leave as well, but you hugged him and cried. Begging him to stay. In return, Draco said some of the worst lies ever. Everything he said to you was quite the opposite of how he felt towards you. 

“Y/N. I’m sorry-” A sharp stinging feeling landed on Draco’s left cheek. His head was whipped around before he rubbed his face slightly. You slapped him. “What the hell, Y/L/N!” 

“You...” You’re voice wavered. You stared at Draco, tears in your eyes. “You don’t get to apologize to me!” Tears were now falling down your cheeks. Draco wanted nothing more than to wipe them away, but he restrained himself. “You don’t get to apologize after you broke me. I trusted you! I gave you everything I had. I gave you all my time and love, I gave you me. I-I just wanted to help you, even if it was a little bit. I just wanted to make you happy, Draco.” You looked so small when you cried, Draco hated seeing you cry. Hated it even more that it was because of him. Guilt burned in his chest as you continued. “I loved you with every fiber in my body.  I used to dream about you, about us. And I hate that I still do. I still dream about your stupid, perfect face. But I-I I’m finally finding myself again. I’m starting to feel better too, I’m not gonna let you walk back into my life and fuck me up again. I can’t afford to lose myself again just to have you back in my arms.” You wiped the tears from your cheeks before you looked at him again. “But like you said, you’re done with me. I was merely an experience.” You turned and left, leaving Draco feeling empty with the encounter. 

Draco watched you walk away, you practically walked across the whole room. You were walking as far away as possible from Draco. Draco huffed out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe those shots weren’t the best idea. Draco could feel himself getting worked up. He was angry, angry that you were walking away from him. Angry that he was letting you walk away from him. 

Draco turned and grabbed his drink off the side table next to the couch, chugging it. Once the drink was warmly settling into his stomach, Draco tossed the cup onto the floor. Draco needed to get out of the party, away from everyone and their wandering eyes. He pushed passed people, some of them cursing at him. 

Once Draco had reached the empty, dull hallway, he took a deep breath. He could finally breathe again. Draco’s feet carried him towards his favorite spot, the astronomy tower. Once inside, he slammed the door shut, wincing at the loud same. Draco could feel the alcohol taking it’s full effect, making his head spin as he sat on the windowsill. So many thoughts were running through his head. Draco rubbed his temple softly, groaning. Way too many shots. 

Draco looked out towards the horizon. It was a full moon, and the scenery looked absolutely stunning. The boy found his mind wandering to you again, images from your guy’s fresh encounter engraved in his mind. Draco really had broken you, more than he had realized in the beginning.

And he couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t take back those awful things he said to you. He couldn’t reverse the damage that had been done. Draco rubbed the few tears that began to form in the back of his eyes. 

He couldn’t get rid of the memories. Memories of you throwing your head back, laughing carelessly at something he said. Draco couldn’t forget the way you bit your lower lip and the way your nose scrunched at the corners when you were studying. Your perfect hair, the way it fell effortlessly around you. He missed those tired eyes you gave him in the early, dewy mornings. He missed your lips, how they molded with his oh-so-perfectly. How they were always so warm and full, in need of his own lips. 

Draco let the tears fall freely. He was tired of missing you, tired of missing everything about you. He just wanted you to come back to him, he would get on his knees for you, in front of the whole damn school if needed. He didn’t care at this point, anything to have you in his arms again. 

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What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' again I'm fallin'

Everyone must have felt drained from last nights party. A few people littered the great hall here and there, eating their breakfast slowly. 

Draco sat in the middle of the Slytherin table alone, scooping a small amount of vanilla Greek yogurt onto the his plate. He sat and ate his breakfast in silence. His mind drifted to you as usual, particularly last nights event.

Did you not love him anymore? Is that why you were so quick to turn down his apology. No, that couldn’t be. You’d said it yourself, ‘I still dream about your stupid, perfect face.’ 

So maybe there was a chance, a very slim chance that he could get you back. But would you want him back? Want him to stick around? No, you didn’t. You had said it yourself again, he heard the words from your very mouth. You didn’t want to lose yourself again. Draco understood that. He never realized how much you gave him until it was gone; until you were gone. 

Draco didn’t blame you for not wanting him back. He was a negative person, that he could admit to himself. He got jealous quickly, he remembered accusing you once of cheating with one of the Weasley twins. Draco wished more than ever that he could go back and take it back, take it all back. But he couldn’t. 

Draco slammed his spoon onto the table, causing a few students to look up from their meals and glance at the blonde. The boy stood to his feet, making his way back to his bedroom. 

Draco stopped in his tracks, looking at the end of the empty hall. Blaise and Theo were probably still snoring away, and he didn’t want to hear any of it. He could go to the Astronomy tower, yet the idea didn’t seem to please him enough. Where could he go? The room of requirement? No, he was sure someone would monitor the entrance after last night. Draco continued to walk, figuring that walking would do him some good. 

Draco went down two flights of stair before his shoes met the beginning of the green grass. Draco began walking towards the greenhouse in front of him. Pulling open the glass door, Draco took a deep breath. The air felt warm and sticky, the smell of soil filling it. It was a comforting scent, Draco wasn’t sure why that was. Taking a seat on one of the chairs, Draco allowed his thoughts to roam again. 

Draco didn’t like himself anymore, he didn’t like who he had become after the war. He missed how care free he used to be, he missed laughing with Blaise over stupid, childish things. He missed being happy. Some nights, while Draco lied in bed, he felt his skin crawl. Almost as if he was trying to shed a layer of skin. Those were the moments he wished he could shed his skin, become a different person. A new person who was loved by all and genuinely good-hearted. 

Maybe then you would be his again, if he was kinder and more sensitive to other’s feelings. Draco wanted nothing more to be that way, not only for you but himself as well. Draco hated the voice in his head, the one that was always hateful and vile. 

He knew he wouldn’t enjoy his own company if he were in someone else’s shoes. Because who wants someone who is an absolute asshole? Not Draco, and certainly not you. 

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What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' 

And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again 

In all his years of attending Hogwarts, he never once had a substitute teacher. Draco peered over at  McGonagall who sat in Slughorn’s usual seat in the front of class. McGonagall explained at the beginning of class that Slughorn had been attacked by a student’s potion gone-wrong. Slughorn was in the medical wing for the rest of the day. Luckily, the new headmistresses allowed her students to use this class as a study hall. Everyone seemed to wear the same surprised expression, but no one complained. 

Pansy sat next to Draco, talking his ear off. Did this girl have stop talking? Just for a minute? Draco looked over his Herbology textbook and rubbed his temples slowly. Her constant yapping was giving him a migraine. “Shut your trap, Parkinson.” He mumbled, his eyes not leaving the words written before him. 

“Excuse me?” Pansy sneered, glaring at the blonde. 

“As much as I would love to hear about your loathsome life, I’m trying to read. You should try it sometime, or are you dead from the neck up?” Draco looked at her with a bored expression. 

“I-I..” She fumbled over her tongue, how pathetic. 

“Go torment Blaise or something.” With that she stood, making her way to Theo and Blaise’s shared table. 

Finally, peace and quiet. Draco pulled out a piece of parchment paper and his quill, taking some notes here and there. His study session was short lived when he heard you voice whisper something harshly. 

“Hermione, drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said softly. Your table was just in front of his, giving the boy the perfect excuse to stare longingly at the back of your head without getting caught. 

“Y/n...”Hermione began to speak slowly. “You promised me at the beginnig of this year that you would be honest with me, that you’d speak what’s on your mind. You haven’t been doing a very good job of that.” Draco could only imagine Y/N’s face at those words, she hated when people spoke down to her. 

“Hermione. Drop it. Now, I’m not telling you about what happened at the party the other night. I have every right to not tell you anything.” Draco could tell you were upset by the tone in your voice and the way your posture slouched slightly. 

“But you have to, you prom-”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what I promised! I’m not talking about Draco anymore, I have no need to! If you want me to heal and move on so bad; stop asking me about him every bloody minute! It’s exhausting.” Your voice was a little louder now. A couple of students turned and eyed you curiously. 

Hermione tucked her head down slightly, mumbling out an apology. Draco’s quill suddenly snapped in his grasp, the noise causing you to turn and look at the cause. 

Draco stared at you, sadness and anger evident in his beautiful blue eyes. He could tell you read his face with ease, you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. You turned forward, Draco still staring at you. Before Draco realized what he was doing, he stood to his feet, scrapping his belongings into his bag sloppily. He stormed out of the class, ignoring everyone’s confused gazes and McGonagall’s shrill voice. 

He let his legs carry him wherever they wished. Draco felt dizzy with all the thoughts swarming around him. You didn’t want to talk to him, you didn’t even want to speak his name. It hurt than Draco could ever imagine, he was losing you. Draco’s hands shook as he waved at the Slytherin portrait before speaking the password with a shaky breath. Once in the common room, Draco sat on the leather couch. He threw his bag on the floor and sighed heavily. Maybe he had lost you, for good.

Would Draco be able to live in a world with her? Could he wake up every morning knowing that the girl he loved the most resented him? No. He couldn’t. The thought alone of never holding you again caused bile to crawl and fight at the back of his throat. He had to fix this, Draco needed to get you back. But how? Surely you wouldn’t want him back, but still Draco needed to fight for you. 

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You said you cared And you missed me, too And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you And the coffee's out At the Beachwood Café And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

Draco stood nervously outside of the library, waiting for you. He knew every Wednesday you would come to the library after your last class, you used the time to catch up with homework and your studies. He always admired how hard working you were. 

Draco sucked in a harsh breath as he saw you making your way towards him, or more so the library. You didn’t even divert your eyes to the boy as you passed him. Draco frowned, catching up with you. “Y/N.” He said quietly so Madame Pince wouldn’t chew him out. 

You ignored him as you continued walking towards your usual table. When you took a seat, Draco followed. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. He could tell you were already annoyed. “Y/N, can I have a word with you please?” Draco asked gently. 

“I suppose you’re already here, Malfoy. What do you want?” You were cold, harsh. 

Draco swallowed thickly before clearing his throat. Why was he so bloody nervous? “Look, I’m sorry. I know you hate me now, but I’m still madly in love with you. I want us again, I need you to be mine again.” Draco offered you soft eyes. 

“No.” You said simply as you pulled out your tattered potions book. 

“Fine, hate me all you want Y/L/N. But all I’m asking is for you to grab one butterbeer with me this weekend, please. We can sit in complete silence if that’s what you wish. All I want is for us to dissolve this tension at the very least.” 

You knaweled on your lower lip, fingers fiddling with the collar of your shirt. “Fine, only so we can both move on and you’ll leave me alone.”  

Draco tried to hide the frown that was dying to creep up onto his lips. He nodded quickly. “Sure, whatever. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron half past four.” Draco grabbed his belongings and left the library. 

The weekend came faster than Draco wished it to. It wasn’t that he was unhappy to see you, he was above the clouds with that idea. The boy was just nervous, extremely nervous. The type of nervous that caused him to constantly wipe his hands on his pants to rid the moisture from it. 

You were twenty minutes late, where the hell were you? Where you blowing him off? Draco had considered this may happen. Draco was pulled from his thoughts as he saw you approach him. You pulled out a chair and sat down silently. “I got you a butterbeer with extra foam, just how you like it.” Draco pushed your glass towards you with his won. 

“Thank you.” You said quietly, He could see your cheeks growing a beautiful shade of red. Maybe this would go good, hopefully. 

Silence filled the air between the two students, each one of them having millions and millions of thoughts crossing their brains. Draco bounced his leg anxiously under the table. “Thank you for coming, really.” Draco said softly, looking up at you. You nodded shortly.

“Sure, no problem.” Silence again. 

“I miss you.” Draco said before he could comprehend what he just said. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“I-I miss you too.” For the first time in forever, Draco smiled a genuine smile. 

“Really?” He couldn’t believe you. 

“I do.” You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a soft sigh.

“Do you still care about me?” 

“That’s my problem Draco, I never stopped caring about you.” You admitted. Draco’s eyes widened, you did care for him. This was going better than expected. 

Silence filled the air once more as you finished your butter beer. Draco wasn’t sure what to say. You didn’t seem what know what to say either. The silence was killing him, the two of you never had an awkward moment ever. Conversation came with ease, and he always enjoyed talking to you. You made him laugh, his real snorting laugh. But that seemed like such a long time ago, now you guys sat in awkwardness. No words spoken and eye contact avoided. 

“I have to go, I promised Ron I would help him study.” You began to stand, causing Draco’s chest to tighten. Draco nodded curtly. 

“Sure.” With that you left, leaving the boy to stare at your empty glass. 

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What am I now? What am I now? What if you're someone I just want around? I'm fallin' again I'm fallin' again I'm fallin'

It had been three long, atrocious weeks since you had met Draco at the Leaky Cauldron. He hadn’t spoken to you since, even though he was dying to hear your voice again. You seemed to be avoiding him. It hurt when you dodged his eyes through the crowed hallways and how you always seemed to be leaving wherever he arrived. Draco hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. His eyes stung as he walked through the court yard, since when was the sun so bright? Draco rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned slightly. Merlin he just wanted his life back, he just wanted you back. 

“What’s the matter Malfoy?” Blaise said from beside him. Draco had completely forgotten they have been walking together. 

“Nothing.” Draco shrugged, Blaise knew he was lying.

“Your an awful liar.” Blaise laughed deeply. 

“Oh yeah? And you’re an impressionable twat.” Draco sneered, glaring at his best friend. 

Blaise stopped walking, turning towards Draco. “What’s wrong? Seriously mate, I know you didn’t sleep last night. And you’re far more irritable then usual.”

Draco sighed. “It’s Y/N. I want her back but she seems to want nothing to do with me.”

“Didn’t you guys just go to Hogsmeade together a couple weeks back?” Blaise raised a curious eyebrow. Draco nodded. 

“But it wasn’t a date, we barely even spoke to each other. It was disastrous.”

“You need to be honest-”

“I have been!” Draco interrupted defensively. 

“Let me finish, you git! You need to be honest with her, bring her somewhere private and be honest. Tell her everything Draco, you need to show her that you’re genuinely sorry. That you want her back.” Blaise said simply with a shrug of his shoulders. 

Draco pondered the idea for a moment. “You’re right. You’re so bloody right!” Draco’s mood changed drastically. He was now more alert, looking around the court yard for you. You were nowhere to be found, of course. 

“Can you do me one, Blaise? Tell Y/N to meet me at our old spot at midnight.” Draco looked at his friend with a pleading expression. 

“I despise getting wrapped up in your shit, Malfoy. But I’ll do my best.” Draco smiled before waving goodbye to his friend. 

“Thank you! I’ve got to run to charms or Flitwick will have my head on a platter.” Draco hurried off, speed walking and shoving aside the people that walked too slow for his liking. Making it just in time, Draco took a seat next to some Hufflepuff girl. She looked nervously over at him, he met her eyes. 

“Hello, do you have a staring problem sweetheart?” Draco said smoothly. The girl shook her head quickly, mumbling an apology and turning her attention to the front of the classroom. Flitwick began the lecture, causing Draco to yawn softly. Merlin he felt drained.

Draco sat nervously on the windowsill on the astronomy tower. Draco had decided during Charms that this was gonna be his final attempt at getting you back. After tonight, if you didn’t want him then fine, so be it. Draco tried his best to believe that this was going to work, but he knew with his luck it most likely wouldn’t The door of the astronomy tower creaked up, making Draco turn. 

“Blaise?” You said questioningly as you stepped inside, shutting the door softly. The moonlight casted it’s presence on you, making Draco’s heart thump harder than before. 

“No, It’s me.” Draco spoke smoothly, trying his best to sound sure of himself. 

“Why did you have me meet you here?” You asked suspiciously. 

“I have something to tell you. And this will be the last time I tell you this.” Draco took a deep breath as he stood to his feet. His damn palms were sweating again. Draco wiped his hands on his pants before clearing his throat and speaking. “Look, Y/N. I fucked up. Big time. Hurting you was the worst mistake of my life, and trust me as you know I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life. I take it all back, all those vile things I said to you in this very room so many months ago. None of it was true, not then and not now. You’re everything to me. Everything. I only said those things so you could hate me, I wanted you to stay far away from me as possible. I didn’t want you to get caught up with a death eater. I wanted to protect you. I love you, Y/N. All I’m asking is for one more chance, one more chance to have you be mine once more. Please.” Draco swallowed the growing saliva in his mouth. “If you don’t want me back, fine. I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll never bother you again. I promise, you have my word. Draco watched as you raked through your brain, trying to put your words together.

After a long, painful moment of silence, you finally spoke. “How do I even know you’re serious? you played with my emotions Draco, you had such terrible mood swings and I tried so hard to be patient, I’m still patient dammit. It just hurts when you’re warm and loving one day and completely distant and cold the next.” He watched you spoke, a frown cracking through his “unfazed” façade.

Draco straightened his face. “Okay. I understand that and um-erm-I..” Draco scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to work on controlling my emotions, my outbursts. I love you Y/N. I love you with the type of love that I cant describe. you consume me, utterly consume me. every time I'm with you it’s like you’ve completely engulfed me. I love you okay? I want to be a better person for you, eventually for myself too hopefully. I want to be the person you want around, the person who show your ugliest side to, the person you can come to whenever you’re breaking.” Draco felt his cheeks begin to burn as tears filled the boys eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, Draco continued. “I-I never had someone who truly loved me, my dad has always been distant and foul towards me. Anytime I showed any signs of weakness, punishment. Because purebloods and wealthy people have to be strong and unyielding. my mother simply based her parenting on whatever my father wanted and whatever made my family look the best. you however,” Draco stood closer to you now, gripping your hands in his. He rubbed soft circles into your skin as he continued. “You Y/N, You’ve shown me what was love is, what it’s meant to be. You’re so understanding. Everytime I think I went too far and I’ve lost you, you understand and you forgive me. You never have held me to my past, my family’s decisions. You only hold me to my word, and myself alone. That is why I love you. Why I’m so bloody in love with you, right now! At this very moment I would do anything to call you mine again, to have you by my side.” Draco searched your face as you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

Then, you did what he’s missed the most. You kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, no rushed movements, no searching hands. Only two people expressing all the words they couldn’t say with one kiss. Draco pulled away, trying to suppress the smile playing on his lips. “Does this mean you’re mine again?” You nodded shyly, causing Draco’s heart to spike. “Merlin!” He yelled at the top his lungs, causing you to laugh. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the tightest hug he could muster.

“Crushing. Me.” You wheezed out with a repressed giggle.

“I’m sorry my love!” He exclaimed. “I promise you won’t regret your decision. I will spend every moment to make up for our lost time, I’ll always be so sorry about this whole thing. For everything I said.”

You looked up at the him with eyes that would bring any man to his knees. “Dray.” You said softly, lips barely moving. Draco could hear his heart in his ears as he swallowed. “I forgive you, we’ve got this okay? And I’m sorry for slapping you, I assume we both have things to work on.”

Draco gave a toothy grin. “You’re my favorite.”

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A/N I tried to tie one piece of the taylor swift’s song to this:)  i hope you enjoyed part two! Tbh I feel a little iffy about this one, but I appreciate everyone who asked me to do a part two and showed support and love! much love babes