#whatever. i got the thing from him now maybe i will consider doing my homework

[moonyswife]

SPRING BREEZE

MASTERLIST

SPRING BREEZE  PART 1

Remus Lupin x Sirius Sister!Fem!Reader

Summary: Remus has an unbearable crush on his best friend's sister. “he was sure he was bound to her every life he’s lived, and he’ll look for her in every life from now on, because in this life he just got blessed with her.”

Warnings: None

G: Fluff, absolutely whipped Remus, friends (kinda) to lovers.

Length: 1,06k

NOT proofread.

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As the late spring breeze sweeped into the open windows of the library Remus couldn't help but notice the way her hair moved with it, at least the little ones that weren't braided, the two brunette braids sat nicely on her shoulders dressed with her uniform and her house’s robes, she was too focused on her essay to even notice the small disturbance on her scalp, eyebrows furrowed, quill fiercely working on her paper sheet, Remus couldn't look but he was sure she was bouncing her left leg.

´Stop gawking at my sister, moony. I'm sure if you go say hi, she'll be more than pleased.´ As soon as Sirius words reached remus ears he couldn't help but groan, his best mate Sirius Black always had a way to annoy him, ‘I was not gawking at your sister’,Remus blushed slightly, he was indeed staring profusely at his sister, he always was, if she was in a room he’d know, and somehow he’d find a way to be near her, like a moth attracted to the shining lights. ‘Alright, but mate you can’t deny the way you look at her, can’t really blame you she’s a Black, not me, but a Black’ the one to groan now was James ‘We are not talking about you, pads, we need to find a way to match you and y/n together!’ ‘While I agree you should get it together Moons, let’s not let prongs play matchmaker, he’s awful.’ Peter chips in little in conversations, but his rare voice of reason it’s always needed. Now an overwhelmed Remus tries to end the weird conversation surrounding his life, ‘Guys do not, I was just thinking, not staring at anyone. We need to focus on our homework’ ‘Cut the crap moony, you’re obsessed with my sister.’ 

Remus would’ve never expected the outcome of a studying sesion with his friends to end up in them making a plan for him to snog a girl. As he was starting to get really  annoyed with them he looked up and made eye contact with the live image of his dreams, Y/n Black. His face failed him, he started smiling like a fool, surprisingly (not really, you’ve talked a lot of times, you would consider each other acquaintances) you smiled back and waved quickly returning to your work. ‘Moony! pay attention!’ you’d never know James was this bosy unless you’re coming up with stupid plans or pranks, ‘You know what? I’m getting tired of you, I came here to study and get some work done, not to make a stupid plan’ his three friends looked around sheepishly, ‘Sorry mate, we’re just trying to hook you up with my sister, maybe i could get a favour in return’ Sirius says as he winks pointing at his homework, ‘Do whatever you want, i don’t care, I’ll go study somewhere else’ kinda annoyed kinda mad Remus picks up his things as he heads for the door. ‘And don’t pimp out your siblings,Sirius’.

The annoying breeze was making y/n more cold than normal, she could barely focus on her essay for professor Flitwick, she could’ve stayed in her common room with her friends, but no damn her heart, she came to the library to follow her stupid heart, to see her stupid crush and to have to bear with her stupid brother who was most likely mocking her, after all she was a schoolgirl with a crush on her older (barely a year) brother´s mate, pathetic, that’s how she felt, she was pathetically sitting alone on the library, pathetic was the way her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her, pathetic was the way he didn’t wave back. She was done embarrassing herself, as she started gathering her stuff to finally go cry it out in her bed, a small voice interrupted her hate thoughts. ‘All done?’ honey slipped out of Remus's mouth whenever he talked, she was sure of it, ‘Mmh not really, was getting a bit chilly, though, did you finish your homework with the guys?’ barely getting it out, fighting the urge to gauge her eyes out of embarrassment. She has talked with many times before, not much lately, her crush on him has been growing bigger and bigger until it smashes her frontal cortex completely.

Remus’s hands were clammy, there he stood awkwardly, desperately trying not to faint at the sight of her soft gray eyes, the confidence he quickly got to go talk to her, quickly left, ‘No, they’re daft, not really the ones to help with getting homework done’, she giggled, she didn’t really find it funny, she’s just nervous, ‘do you wanna finish your essay as I finish my homework?’ Remus cursed himself, why? why? why? his whole brain seemed to be jell-o when she’s near him, ‘well I don’t think there’s more I can do, but maybe…’ the confidence facade crumbling down, ‘maybe what?’ ‘maybe we could hang out, catch up, we haven’t really talked in a while’ that was mostly true, they were always kind of close, they used to hang out a lot actually, but since their feelings took over them, they’ve been less close than normal. ‘yes!’ he barely allowed her the chance to finish the sentence, he almost regretted it, until she blessed him with her blinding smile, he would give anything to see her wide smile every day of his life, she held her hand out for him to grab, ‘Let’s go, Rem’.

Her (hand) was the most precious thing Remus Lupin has ever held and will ever hold, following her blindly, letting her take him wherever she wanted, all he could do was look at her and wonder how did the sun managed to take human form, he was sure he was bound to her every life he’s lived, and he’ll look for her in every life from now on, because in this life he just got blessed with her. Heart racing, flushed cheeks from both of them, she kept stealing little glances at him to check if he was still there. he was. When Remus was busy imagining what it would be like to spend a lifetime with her, she stopped, the courtyard, that’s where they were, not in their shared apartment with four cats and thirty, and he was so happy she wasn’t a legilimens.

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 3

Short one! @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

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She was doing it.  She was doing it.  She was convincing him.  She’d been dubious about the whole endeavor.  Dubious about its necessity, dubious about her ability to pull it off, dubious about basically becoming Danny’s parent, everything.

But, well, if it was what needed to be done, it was what she would do.  

She’d freaked out at first, of course.  Hearing about it.  Hearing about how many people wanted to take Danny, who’d take advantage of him like that.  Hearing about what she’d need to do to keep that from happening.  Maybe she and Danny joked about her raising him, but it really wasn’t true.  

But then it was happening, regardless of whether or not Danny or Jazz wanted it to happen.  And their parents were… Well, they hadn’t been disqualified, but Jazz knew they took a lot of getting used to.  She didn’t have high hopes that they would be Danny’s choice.  

Jazz, then, would offer another option.  Even if Danny picked randomly, two ‘safe’ choices were better than one.  He wouldn’t pick randomly, though.  He might be exasperating at times, but he was a decent judge of character.  She was sure he could sense her intentions, mentions of mad science labs aside.  

Considering those questions, her parents definitely wouldn’t be getting him again.  It was fine.  It was all for the best, really.

Really.  Things would be better.  After.  After all of this was done.  

She smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror.  No need to bother Danny with her brooding.  He’d been here for a week now, and things were going great.  

She walked out, stopped by her study, then swung by her study to pick up a few papers before going to the kitchen.  Danny was sitting at the table there, working on schoolwork.  It’d do no good if she got custody and everything turned out alright on the Danny custody front only for him to completely fail high school!  

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true.  

Still.  She didn’t want this to set back his education.  

“Okay, once you finish the English, I have the social studies.”

Danny looked up at her.  “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m always going to take your education seriously, Danny.  It’s important that you stay on track to graduate.”

“I still think that’s sort of redundant for a ghost.”

“Half ghost.”

“I still haven’t seen any evidence about that by the way.”

“Well you would if you transformed.”

“And I’d do that, if you actually describe how I’m supposed to do that.”

“Well, you sort of just did it.”  Danny had never given her a lot of details about what being half ghost felt like, or how it worked mechanically.  Even though she’d asked.  It was awfully inconvenient of him.  

Danny shook his head and looked back at his homework.  He tapped his pencil on the table a few times, then looked at the top page of the social studies work.  

“A presentation?” he asked.  

Jazz nodded.  “It can be in poster form if you’d like.”

Danny sucked in his lower lip and nodded.  “But this is it, right?  This is all you want me to do?”

“Well, that and the English essay you have under here.”

Danny pulled out that sheet of paper and grimaced.  “You– That’s really– No.  No.  Nope.  No.  This is way too much.  You can’t expect me to do all this, this much every day.”

“It’s a totally normal high school workload.  Seven classes–”

“Doesn’t that normally include PE?  And, like, a study hall?  Or something fun?  Maybe?”  He ran his hands through his hair, which had a really strange and fascinating effect on his ears.  

“You have astronomy and science, you like that.”

“But I still need to use my brain for it.  I’m talking about things I can turn my brain off for.  Or whatever it is that ghosts think with.  Whatever it is, it’s making my head hurt.  I can’t keep going at this pace.  I’ll lose it.”

“Don’t be so down on yourself.  You can do this.  And you do have a brain.”

“You sound very sure of that.”

She’d walked right into Danny’s mad science paranoia again.

“Humans have brains.  It’s common sense.”

Danny’s eyes flicked down Jazz’s carefully formulated English assignment once again, and he shook his head.  “No.  I can’t do this.  Not any longer.  It’s been a week.”  He dropped the paper.  “It’s been a week, and there are six other people to talk to, so, thanks for the cool bedroom and not dissecting me but–”

“Danny, wait–” said Jazz, seeing where this was going a split second before Danny raised his hand to the pocketwatch.  

She was too late. Danny clicked the button, and he was gone.  

“Well,” said Jazz.  She sat down at the kitchen table, feeling heavy.  “Crap.”

[monoclesnapple]

Intermediate Shenanigans

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara & Gender Neutral Reader + Osamu Dazai & Reader + Odasaku X Reader Summary: Headcanons about taking care of middle schooler Dazai and Chuuya and dating Oda Beginning Note: Shoutout to all the class clowns/funny people, they're great inspiration for scenarios. @kiwibeanv helped with the stories of said funnies. Word Count: 2629 (Fluff/Crack)

First off, you're their parent figure and they live with you. All comfy with you and they trust you a lot. Now to move on to their stupidity.

Immaturity at its finest.

It’s constant arguing, pointing fingers, and the like.

They’re always fighting for your attention, pushing against each other so your hand can pet them.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Dazai runs into the living room and jumps to the spot next to you. Since you’re leaning against the armrest, there’s only one seat next to you.

Dazai pushes himself under your arm and hugs your waist as he sighs contentedly. You idly rub his arm for a few minutes before Chuuya comes in with an annoyed expression.

“Oi, StinkZai, do your history homework before you go do whatever.”

Dazai whined and buried himself deeper into your side. “I’ll do it later! I’m tired right now.” He closed his eyes.

“Dazai, you need to do your assignments before you eventually forget and never get them done,” you told him. He let out a groan at that, “Why can’t Chuuya do it? Isn’t he supposed to listen to me since I’m smarter?”

“You’re not smarter than me! Even a shrimp can do better than you!” Chuuya sped to the two of you and pulled on Dazai until the latter fell to the floor.

“Ow!- That’s my spot!” The brunette rubbed his arm. Chuuya had stolen his spot in your arms now and smirked at the other.

“Maybe you should’ve done your homework first, you idiot!” He blew a raspberry and rested his head on your shoulder.

You sighed, “If you two continue to fight, I’m simply going to go to my room and relax without either of you.”

They both froze and looked at you then at each other. Despite their inability to cooperate without trouble, they agreed on the fact that your presence was probably the most important thing they want. They begrudgingly decided to keep quiet, moving so Chuuya can sit on one of your knees while Dazai reclaimed his initial place.

Eventually, they get their emo phases. One day, Dazai just randomly started wearing bandages over his eye, saying that he looks better.

“Why are you wasting bandages?” “Because I look so cool and a lot of girls come up to me and say I look nice! I know that so many people have a crush on me, especially when I’m like this!” “Just wait til they find out that this stupid mackerel is actually a bad person and a major turn off!” “Chuuya, don’t say that, please.”

And Chuuya had a Sonic phase. He thought the hedgehog was so cool, he wanted to be like him in as many ways he can.

He then found out about Conker’s Bad Fur Day and asked you if he could get it. You thought it’d be a wholesome game for kids, but when you looked at the plot and ratings, you didn’t buy it for him. He was sad, but got over it.

And then he came across Devil May Cry and decided to watch the gameplay and cutscenes because you might not buy it for him (you may consider, but it still has some scenes that you’re skeptical about.)

Nero from DMC4 is so cool despite the excessive “Kyrie!” throughout the game, Chuuya wants to dress like him. And dye his hair white.

Every time he loves a character, he wants to dye his hair their own hair color, but you never let him because why should he ruin his lovely hair? (He may or may not ask to dye his hair just so you can compliment him.)

Hot Topic is their favorite store because it has so many aesthetics and they love the style of the apparel.

They start simping for characters and reading fanfics. You know what they’re reading because they use the family/shared device and don’t delete the history. Why are there so many lemons? What do they mean? (Unless you’re a fanfic reader yourself)

They kinda know what sex is, they have a faint idea, but they’re probably wrong on a few things.

Hence, Dazai is excited for sex ed! Wooo! His head is smacked by Chuuya because the latter is embarrassed that he just yelled that out and now kids are looking at them.

When they’re learning about it, Dazai’s snickering at the pictures. But not the childbirth, what the actual fuck did they just watch? 

Oh boy, now they’re the cringe and immature kids who laugh at everything that can vaguely be related to sex.

Anyways, now to the scenario that was the whole reason for this

You were sitting on the couch, Dazai and Chuuya on the floor and you’re petting their heads. You check your phone, keeping a hand on Chuuya’s head and caressing it. He’s smiling with his eyes closed in bliss. Oh, how he loves this affection.

Until Dazai pushes and climbs on him to be the receiver of your pets. He smiles innocently when you glance over, but smirks at Chuuya, who shoves him as well and takes his spot back.

This continues to go on and you’re about to say something, but then the door is unlocked and opened. Dazai excitedly turns to see Oda coming in. He runs over and hugs the man while Chuuya sets himself in your lap.

After greeting Dazai, Oda is carrying him and walks to you and Chuuya, pressing a kiss to your head and ruffling Chuuya’s hair.    

You're in a relationship with Oda, and Dazai loves it.

His two favorite people together, who he might call his parents? How blessed he is!

He doesn’t know who he prefers, so the two of you are equal in his eyes. But when it comes to physical affection, he might go to Oda since Chuuya’s all over you and Dazai’s too tired to do anything. Also, he doesn’t see Oda as often as he does you.

Chuuya thinks Oda is great, but he’s not as close to him as Dazai is. If he had to choose between you or Oda, he’d honestly choose you.

Oda loves coming home to find you three waiting for him on the couch. It warms his heart that he is wanted and loved.

Either he comes home to you all cooking dinner, sleeping in a pile on the floor, playing games (board games or video) , or watching TV.

He still takes care of his adopted children at the curry shop, but he also enjoys the company of Dazai and Chuuya

Sometimes, he would bring those five kids to your house so they can play with Dazai and Chuuya. Everyone has fun, it’s like a party. (Sneaking kisses in the kitchen as everyone else plays video games on the TV)

Oda is a gentleman, whenever you two go out, he always opens the door for you, pulls out your seat, and kisses your hand when you both meet and bid goodbye to each other.

If Dazai ever sees you and Oda share a kiss, he’s cheering in his mind. Whereas Chuuya just brushes it off with an unnoticeable upwards twitch of his lips and an eye roll.

Once, you spotted Oda talking to Dazai outside under the moonlight. You knew the former was telling the teen about the right thing to do. Dazai had expressed his want of being involved in some well known group.

He hinted a little about maybe being a detective or even following Oda’s footsteps of going to the mafia. You really didn’t want him to go with the second option, but at least he’d have Oda to guide him if he’s even alive at that time

Thus, he’s told to prioritize other people’s happiness over his own. It’s tough, but it’s for the better of everyone.

He also says the same to Chuuya, but he goes into more detail with Dazai. You mainly handle Chuu with the lectures since he’s more likely to take your words to heart.

Chuuya has great friends in school, they seem like a lovely bunch, and you trust them. You’ve met them before and they were very nice.

Dazai doesn’t have as many, but you can tell he’s not really clicking with them like Chuuya is with his own. When his mood seems to lower, you go to him when he’s alone and you two cuddle. You can faintly pick up the sound of sniffles and feel your clothing moisten. After the session, you two don’t mention it because you know Dazai doesn’t want to remember that.

With any trauma, you take them to therapy. If it’s affecting either kid negatively, they need to talk about it. Initially, they talk to you, but they go see a professional of that doesn’t work.

Academically, the two of them are good. Dazai’s grades are always A’s even if he procrastinates or doesn’t seem to get his work done.

Chuuya usually gets B’s, but his PE is the best with an A+. He signs up for any sports the school offers if he’s interested.

Dazai’s lowest grade is PE, around a C because he’s not athletic like Chuuya.

Both Dazai and Chuuya have the same PE class and teacher, but their participation and effort are the opposite.

“Okay, everyone needs to do fifteen seconds of push-ups and fifteen sit-ups, let’s go! Get started!” The teacher instructed. They were walking around their class in the gym, ensuring everyone was doing what they were told.

They noticed a student lying face down next to the wall and when they walked by, they pointed at him and asked, “Who is that?”

Chuuya heard their inquiry and answered, “Dazai.”

The teacher was silent for a second before focusing back on the other students, “Let’s go! You should be on the next exercise now!”

Whenever there’s a fundraiser, they’re begging you to please donate so they can get a prize.

“Pleeeaaassseee? You can get a refrigerator stuffed with $200! Or even an iPad!” Dazai’s giving you the puppy eye(s) [depends if he’s bandaged his eye or not] and Chuuya is hugging you and kissing your cheek. “We love you so much, can you pretty please with a cherry on top donate? We’ll pay you back!” (They don’t make money, nor do they have an allowance.)

When it comes to projects, Dazai always waits until the last minute.

“Hey, can we go to the store and buy supplies? I have a project.” He whispered to you.

“Huh...?” You were woken up by him at whatever the time was, so you rubbed your eyes and sat up. Oda was still asleep beside you, a peaceful expression on his face. You kept your voice to not disturb him, “What?” When you checked the time, it was 2 am.

“I need some things for my science project,” Dazai was just standing by your bed, with big eyes, looking as though he had thrown up.

“When’s it due?”

“Tomorrow.” You frowned at that.

“Sorry bud, can’t help you. It’s too late, why aren’t you in bed?”

“I had to work on my project and other assignments,” he shifted in his spot and awkwardly averted his eyes. “I only need two things, glitter markers and a poster board.”

You stared at him tiredly, before sighing. “What happened to the ones I bought at the beginning of school?”

“I lost them.”

You blinked, unmoving. “And you can’t borrow Chuuya’s?”

He shook his head, saying they weren’t what he needed. At last, you moved the covers off your body and made your way to the closet. “Fine, go get ready. You should be thankful I’m even entertaining this idea.”

Dazai silently cheered and sped to his room. Why were you so lenient with these children? They’re gonna be spoiled.

His project was claiming that potatoes can power up devices. A stupid as it sounds, he somehow makes it convincing until it’s actually tested and obviously it doesn’t work. But he still gets a passing grade for the effort.

During one of their classes, Chuuya asked to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later when the teacher was about to ask about his location, he comes back with a lunch tray.

“Where’d you get that?” “I look like a sixth grader.”

He just munched away as everyone stared at him confused before they got back to the lesson.

Another time, the teacher left the room for a few minutes. Since Dazai wondered what their coffee tasted like, he waltzed over to the desk and took a sip and immediately spat it out.

“Ugh! It tastes like shit!” When the teacher came back, the whole class silently agreed to stay quiet and not tell on him.

When it was around Halloween and everyone could wear a costume, Dazai wore a squirrel suit. He brought an acorn prop and clipped it to the front of his pants. When walking up to the stage for the best costume contest, he hit the acorn with his legs, playing with it, until it accidently hit his balls and he crouched to the floor in pain. Of course, the guys winced at it, but it was pretty funny. Someone, Chuuya probably, yelled out, “He busted a nut!”

More nonsense, pantsing sometimes occurred. And Chuuya was the unfortunate target for Dazai. He had snuck up behind the former, and yanked down his pants. Regrettably, Dazai’s fingers also caught onto the waistband of the undergarments and when it came down, he got a face full of balls.

He was so traumatized despite being the one to commit the act.

Food fights can also happen. While Chuuya was peacefully eating his lunch, Dazai threw a tomato slice at him and the fruit made a satisfying splat! on Chuuya’s cheek.

He also tried to throw cheese, but he missed and it landed in the hair of someone who was just walking by. (And somehow did not get in trouble).

For presentations, Chuuya had to do an audio recording, and Dazai just sneezed at the beginning of it, He recorded another but when uploading the audio files, he accidently clicked the sneeze one. Presentation day was funny, but Chuuya didn’t necessarily like it.

If they had online school, Chuuya would be talking to the camera before a ball smack his face. He falls out of frame, and Dazai is just seen running in the background.

There are also interviews or random school news done by the student council. They hate having to work with Dazai and Chuuya together because they always argue. The one time the video went right was when Chuuya had a voice crack.

Rallies also happen, and students would have to cheer as loud as they can for their team. Chuuya and Dazai are the loudest, but they also suffer from voice cracks. After the rally, they lose their voice for about a day.

Rocketry is an elective, and there’s a weird Russian kid named Fyodor. Both the boys don’t really like him. Since he’s associated with rats (Kids call him Rat), they wanted to get a rat plushie. They asked you if you could get them a rat plushie. You decided to buy it for them, not knowing why they actually wanted it.

They taped the plush to the rocket, put more power into it, and they launched it into the air. When it blasted off, they looked at Fyodor with threatening stares.

Occasionally, you and Oda would volunteer to help with some school activities. The first time both of you arrived, so many students had a crush on either of you. They’d go to Chuuya/Dazai and whisper “That’s your parent?”

Oda’s a dilf and you’re also a milf/dilf.

What a happy family you lot are.

[junityy]

ʚïɞ — acts of service with enhypen.

pairing. ot7 x gn!reader

genre. fluff, hcs

wc. 1.4k

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➝  5 love languages masterlist.

ʚɞ. lee heeseung — 이희승

helping you with your tasks / projects

whether it be random projects you just started and dedicate most of your time to, or tasks for work/homework for school you still need to get done; heeseung is always right by your side to help you out with whatever you need. even when you don't really tell him that you're struggling with something, heeseung grabs a chair and sits down beside you anyway - without a word, like it's a given. regardless of the fact that he might have other things he'd like (or even has) to do; helping you with whatever you need to get done with has priority now. plus, especially when he knows you're stressed, he'll try his best to help you out even more - knowing full well he doesn't actually have to and he could just let you do it yourself, since he knows you'll get it done either way. but of course, you thank him every time for it. and you make sure to thank him especially when you know it's a task he doesn't quite enjoy doing; knowing he takes time out of his day for such things makes you happy.

ʚɞ. park jongseong — 박종성

cooking your favourite meals for you

whenever jay finds out about another one of your favourite meals, he promises himself that he's gonna try making it - despite the fact that sometimes, he's never even heard of some of them. but even then, he will try his best so he can surprise you with it even better. because, one; they're your favourite meals. and made by jay? he knows it'll make you happy. he loves nothing more than making you happy, with literally anything - and hey, if cooking for you does the job, then he'll even spoil you with all the food he cooks. and two; if they're your favourite meals, then he might want to try them himself; possibly wanting to see why you love them so much. and who knows, maybe he'll love them as much as you! so as soon as he knows, you can bet that he'll make your favourite meals more often from time to time, knowing how happy it makes you. plus, making them more often, means he'll get to polish his skills! since everyone knows how much of a perfectionist he can be. but what makes you the happiest about it, is that now you'll have your favourite meals with jay. and what makes jay the happiest about it, are your happy reactions each time and how you genuinely enjoy it.

ʚɞ. sim jaeyun — 심쟤윤

giving you a massage whenever you're stressed

whenever you just fall into bed and sigh, jake knows something's up. and if you don't wanna talk about it or are simply too tired, jake just asks if you want a massage and chuckles when you nod in an instant. you simply relax like you've been waiting for this all day, sometimes even going as far as falling asleep the second he's got his hands on you. jake loves making you feel good, so it's not only something he does when you're stressed; oftentimes, he'll randomly ask when you're just sitting at home, and of course, you'll randomly say yes. if it were to go after him, he could have his hands on you all the time. and if it were to go after you, you'd let him. plus, to your luck, he gives good massages. like, really good, and therefore, you could never get enough of them. it's like his hands work magic on you, and suddenly you feel so much better. a very very good thing you were lucky enough to get used to after a while.

ʚɞ. park sunghoon — 박성훈

tying / braiding your hair for you

the fact that sunghoon knows how to braid hair isn't too surprising, all things considered; so it only seems natural. yet you still can't hold in a tiny chuckle every time he braids your hair - you think it's cute, especially considering how much he loves doing it. he'll do it at any given chance, never missing a single opportunity. it's something rather small, although daily, but it makes both of you happy in a silly way. even something small as simply tying your hair for you when you're almost falling asleep, and therefore too tired or lazy to do it yourself - you appreciate the fact that he pays attention to details like that. it feels like a tiny favour he can do every now and then (quite often actually). whenever he sees you wearing your hair in a braid, - which, needless to say, he braided - he can't help but smile. even more so when you wear it throughout the whole day - although it, obviously, looks rather tacky after a while compared to how it looked in the beginning. but it's more than okay, because guess what? he's already down to braid your hair again. and additionally, you also braid some short strands of his hair just for the fun of it sometimes. because of this, he's always got at least one hair tie on his wrist - and needless to say, none of them are ever really his.

ʚɞ. kim sunoo — 김선우

taking care of you when you're sick

you could almost call sunoo your personal nurse whenever you get sick, or just don't feel good at all. he will make sure you stay in bed so you can rest; therefore bringing everything he makes to bed so you can relax extra much. it can go from meals, additionally specific soups to make you feel better, to tea and over to hot water bottles and more - he will most definitely make sure you got everything you want. but also everything you need, for that matter; for example, sunoo always makes sure you don't skip any meals, even when you're sick and barely feel like eating. and honestly speaking, you could never resist him, not when he's there to make those meals for you. but what you probably almost love most besides his five star service, is also him always making sure to ask if you're feeling better by now, and assuring that you will get better in no time. that he loves you, and how he asks if you need anything else - like he hasn't given you the world by now. it's something you appreciate beyond words, and you can never actually thank him enough for doing everything he can just so you'll get better.

ʚɞ. yang jungwon — 양정원

always asks how / if he can help you

maybe most people would barely notice how this became an actual thing jungwon does every time he sees you doing something, literally anything. but you did notice, and it's kinda really adorable in a way. whatever you're doing, - cooking/baking something, cleaning, doing other chores such as laundry etc, homework and what not - he always asks how or if he can help you. and if he can, he's doing it in no time. like, you'll barely have finished telling him what exactly he can help with, and he's already doing it. you'd say he's dedicated within only a second, just to help you. like mentioned, it's something rather small, - really small, most would say - but jungwon always wants to help wherever he can, and with whatever there is. and you really, really do appreciate it; despite the fact that you might already be doing something quick and easy. he loves to do things with you, even if it's something such as chores. even chores you're almost done with, for that matter; if he sees a chance, he'll take it. and hey, if you get it done faster together than you would have by yourself, maybe jungwon can even spend more time with you for the rest of the day, just enjoying your company.

ʚɞ. nishimura riki — 西村 力

tying your shoes for you

sometimes riki will notice that your shoelaces are untied before you do; meaning he'll simply stop you from walking any further and basically drop to his knees to tie them. and well, sometimes you're quite taken aback as he does it without saying much. he loves doing it for some reason - whether you're already outside and they're suddenly untied, or you're just about to leave and you (well, initially you) need to tie them. the boy will literally drop to his knees in no time, leaving you barely time to react sometimes; no matter where you are. he won't even ask whether he should do it for you, he'll just do it. but it always gets a little giggle out of you regardless - you love when he does it, so you let him. although.. at times, you wouldn't put it past him to tie your shoelaces together just to mess with you - like the menace he is (more like the menace you're hopelessly in love with, though) - however, you couldn't say you'd be surprised. but needless to say, at the end of the day you'll always let him do it, because why wouldn't you?

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The Curse of Sight, Part 4

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Summary: When Wes Weston meets Tim Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat.

Ever since Wayne Enterprises’s TikTik went live, Wes has been upgraded from go-fer to Rebecca’s unofficial assistant. He mostly helps pin microphones or scribes for her as she dictates scripts. Sometimes he’s a runner to other departments when she’s too impatient to wait for emailed replies. She also gives him “homework” in the form of scrolling through his TikTok FYP and reporting to her on popular trends and audios so she can keep an eye on teenagers’ interests.

The only real thing he’s still doing with his original internship is his morning coffee runs, which Tim Drake will only occasionally join him on. Not always—he is the co-CEO of WE—but enough that Wes starts to relax on his “Red Robin and Batman are going to rip out my spinal cord” anxieties. His two main concerns are now just “What if Jade tries to make me go back to being a go-fer” and “What if Rebecca wants me to be in another TikTok?”

He’s still running interference with the other teenagers from Amity Park over that one. Especially with Tucker, who had only become more insufferable when he got the letter containing Tim’s signature.

“Wes,” he said into the phone when Wes had finally answered the call instead of pressing decline like he’d done six consecutive times beforehand. “Wes, buddy. I—I need to meet with Tim Drake-Wayne. This is a matter of life and death. WayneTech is only releasing one more PDA and then they’re shutting the PDA line down completely in favor of regular tablets. I can’t let that happen. Wes, please!”

“I think it’s too late for that,” Wes had replied. “Like, this is already in motion. Also, Mr. Drake-Wayne and I aren’t really friends.” He conveniently left out the part where they had known each other long enough to probably be considered friends, at least by normal civilian standards. Wes certainly considers Tim one, at least, but he’s not sure how mutual it is. “I’m just an intern who ran into him on a coffee run, and I got his signature. There’s not much more I can do for you.”

Tucker made the sound of a dying lamb, “Wes, please. I’ll do anything.”

Wes paused, tempted to say, Then admit what Danny is.

He bit his tongue and cleared his throat, “Anything?”

“Anything, man. Please!”

“Then perish.” Wes ended the call and ignored Tucker’s resulting onslaught of texts.

But that was a few days ago, and now Tucker only intermittently asks for Wes to convince Tim to save his beloved line of WayneTech PDAs. Wes wants to send a mean text about outdated technology, but he manages to hold back and continue to leave the other on unread.

Maybe it’s still mean to ghost (ha) him like that, but it’s also mean to harass Wes about the PDAs when he’s just a lowly intern. He just gets the fucking coffee.

(Nevermind the whole, you know, the friendship is real thing.)

Soon, getting coffee for the 73rd floor with Tim turns into hanging out with Tim for a few hours after their shifts. It starts slowly, with Wes mentioning off-hand that he’s going to the library, and Tim mentioning that he hasn’t been to the library in a while, so Wes invites him out. And they go to the library, check out some books, and then realize, Oh, hey, it’s a little late. Wanna head to Batburger for some food? And then they go out to eat and take turns reading the first chapter of the books they’ve chosen to each other.

And then Wes is inviting him over to his house, or Tim is inviting him out to eat, or to the movies, or whatever. No invitation to Wayne Manor, not that Wes expects one or even really wants one—a house full of Bats? No, thanks.

And Wes wasn’t kidding about the kidnapping/hostage bait, either: just last week, Dick Grayson had been held hostage in Bludhaven, not as a police officer, but as Brucie Wayne’s beloved first child. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t even Bludhaven’s own hero Nightwing who saved the day, but rather Gotham City’s Batman and Robin.

So, yeah. Not being spotted at the Manor? Tim wearing sunglasses and hoodies whenever they hang out in public? Totally fine by Wes, thank you very much.

Plus, it keeps Tucker from really blowing his phone up.  

“Hey,” starts Tim one day after being invited over to Wes’s house after work. “Do you think you and Rebecca would be willing to work at a Wayne Gala?”

They’re lazing about on the couch in the living room with Criminal Minds playing on the TV before them. They’re both under separate fuzzy throw blankets with a bowl of popcorn taking up residence on the middle cushion between them.

Wes tilts his head, considering, “What gala? And when?” And more importantly, “Will we be getting overtime for it?”

Tim snorts and shoves a fist full of popcorn into his mouth, chews, swallows, then says, “The Pride Gala toward the end of the month. The 26th. And yes, you’ll get time and a half.”

“Ah,” says Wes. He remembers how much more openly supportive of LGBTQ+ rights Bruce Wayne had become when Tim began dating some guy named Bernard Dowd from his school last year. (Not that he hadn't been supportive beforehand.) They’ve been broken up for a while, but he knows the two are still on friendly terms because the tabloids publish photos of them hanging out every once in a while and hypothesize that the flame is rekindling. “I mean, I have literally no other friends in Gotham, so I’m game. I don’t know about Rebecca, though. She probably has a life.”

“Probably?” Tim asks.

He shrugs, “I mean. She makes a lot of memes. I don’t know what your social life is like if you make as many memes as she does.” He shakes his head to himself, then asks, “I’m guessing you want something on TikTok about the Gala?”

“Yeah.” Tim shifts on the couch so he can face Wes more, and Wes turns as well. “Bruce says that some of Gotham’s elite need a reminder that he’s not a fan of their bigotry and that he doesn’t like doing business with idiots.”

Well. That sounds like the Brucie Wayne who loves his children and made a whole public spectacle of babying Dick Grayson after his rescue in Bludhaven last week.

“I’m down if Rebecca is down,” Wes says. “I don’t know about going if she can’t make it, though. I don’t think I’d do well around rich people without a poor person by my side. Eat the rich and all that—no offense.”

Tim snorts at that, “None taken. We can be kinda snobby. I hope I don’t come off too snobby?”

“Well, you haven’t asked me about my favorite place to go skiing yet, so you’re doing pretty good.”

“I haven’t even been skiing,” Tim says.

Wes thinks about how during his cyberstalking of Tim, he’d found several pictures of the Drake parents on their own skiing vacations, all suspiciously missing Tim, even though he’d have been old enough to attend according to the time stamp. His heart clenches and his body goes cold.

He wraps the blanket around him tighter, “What, no way! That’s criminal. That’s, like, the basic necessity of proving wealth. You need to have Mr. Wayne take you some time.”

Tim’s nose wrinkles in disgust, “Just call him Bruce. Hearing ‘Mr. Wayne’ from someone who isn’t a journalist or an employee is weird.”

“Tim. I am an employee.”

His friend’s ears go a smidge red, probably embarrassed to have forgotten so easily, if Wes had to guess, “You hardly count. Besides, I don’t wanna go skiing. I’d probably break all my limbs.”

Ah, right. The classic “I’m too clumsy to be a superhero” defense. The only Waynes who couldn’t use that excuse were Dick Grayson (a literal Flying Grayson) and Damian Wayne, who would probably pop a blood vessel if he was anything less than the perfect heir.

Danny was genuinely clumsy, at least. Even before he dropped all those beakers in science, he was always tripping over literal air.

“Well, you can do some other rich person activity. Like, I dunno, having a pet tiger, or something.”

“Damian would love that. He has a pet cow in a barn on the Wayne property.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I would never lie.”

“What’s its name?”

“Her name is Bat-Cow.”

….You’re fucking kidding me.

“Like… after Batman?” These people aren’t subtle. Why the fuck is Wes the only person capable of figuring anything out? Why was he cursed like this?

Or is it the other way around? Is everyone else just cursed with obliviousness, and Wes has some kind of immunity?

“Yeah, like Batman. It’s because she has a spot on her forehead that looks like a bat.”

“Of course she does.” Because why not? It’s not like anyone but Wes has eyes and brain cells, after all. Hell, the Waynes might as well dress up as their alter egos for Halloween. It’s not like anyone will fucking notice. Gotham society would probably have a grand ol' laugh about the ridiculousness of Brucie Wayne dressing up as the Bat. Ha, impossible!

“She’s the reason Damian is a vegetarian.”

“Okay, that’s adorable.”

“It’s really not. He’s a Demon Spawn.”

“That’s a rude thing to call your little brother.” Never mind that he’s called his cousin, Kyle, much worse.

“Ew, spoken like an only child.”

“Shut it. Do you guys have any other pets?”

Tim nods, “Yeah. They’re all Damian’s, though. He has a cat named Alfred the Cat, who isn’t to be confused with Alfred Pennyworth, the butler who’s honestly more like our grandpa and Bruce’s dad. Then there’s Titus, a dog. And Dick has a dog named Haley who he sometimes brings to the Manor for ‘playdates’ with Titus, but it’s really so Damian can fawn over her without feeling embarrassed over it.”

“Gross, that’s sickeningly sweet.” Wes chews some popcorn consideringly, “You know… that might be a good TikTok, too.”

“What? Meeting the pets?”

“No. Well, yes.” He thinks back to some of his mother’s rants, and then Rebecca’s own rants. “Not to make it sound like my mom just tells me everything, but she says that the public views Damian as kinda snobby. Or at least stiff. Letting him do some kind of ‘introducing the Wayne Family Pets’ TikTok might help with that. People love pets."

“Yeah, well, Damian hates cameras.” Tim’s voice is more than a little tense, and Wes doesn’t need to be told in words that he’s walking into more dangerous territory.

He shrugs, “Just an idea. If Damian is uninterested, he doesn’t have to. I just figure that using the pets—animals he loves enough to go vegetarian over—to humanize him to the press would be easier than, like, traumatizing him on Good Morning, Gotham or something.”

Wes doesn’t mention how a lot of the press and public’s view of Damian stems from racism thanks to his obviously Middle Eastern blood. He doesn’t think he needs to—Tim and the rest of the Waynes are already well aware.

“He’d traumatize them, really. But I see your point.”

Wes snorts, if only to keep up his façade, “He’s a twelve-year-old boy. What can he do?”

Tim gives an amused smile, an inside joke that he doesn’t know Wes is in on, and says, “Yeah, you're right.”

xxXxx

At work the next day, Rebecca squeals with delight when Wes asks her about going to the Pride Gala for work, and immediately starts drawing up script ideas. Halfway through Script #5, she freezes, and says, “Oh my god, I have nothing to wear to the Gala!”

Wes looks at her in confusion, “What do you mean? We’re basically going as the help. Can’t we just wear something professional?”

She sends him a withering glare, “Ugh, you’re such a teenage boy. This is a Wayne Gala! And even better, it’s the Pride Gala! All the donations go to the Trevor Project. We– we can’t just show up in sweats and a hoodie!”

“That’s… that’s not at all what I was suggesting? I said professional? Does professional mean something different in Gotham?”

Rebecca’s brow is pinched, “Listen. This is a Wayne Gala. That’s a big fuckin’ deal, you non-Gothamite. Even the press dresses up for the Galas.”

“Oh, okay.” Uncertain, Wes pulls out his phone and texts Tim about her concerns.

W: Hey Tim Rebecca says that we can’t wear prof clothes to the gala bc we’ll look too homeless. Is there, like, an actual dress code to follow?

The reply is swift for someone who is a CEO of a whole entire Fortune 500 company.

T: Don’t worry about clothes. WE will provide a fitting and the formal wear for you both to keep. I assume this means Rebecca is down?

W: Yeah. And I’ll let her know.

“Tim says that WE is gonna provide the formal wear,” he tells her while she’s in the middle of a panic attack.

“Are you texting him right now?” Rebecca asks. “Ask him when we need to be fitted. And make sure he knows we won’t be fitted outside of work hours unless we’re getting time and a half.”

Wes rolls his eyes but obligingly relays the message.

T: I am going to talk to Damian about your idea today. If he is receptive, I am thinking that you and Rebecca would clock in like normal on Friday but would accompany me to be fitted, and then go to Wayne Manor to film that “introduction to the Wayne Family Pets” TikTok.

W: Let me run that by Rebecca

He explains the idea they’d discussed yesterday about the pets, and then Tim’s proposal for Friday. Instead of verbally saying anything, Rebecca snatches his phone from him and ignores his indignant yelp, and plays an impressive game of keep-away as she types something with one hand and uses her other hand to bat away his angry attempts to reclaim his property. After a few moments of this struggle in her tiny cubicle, Rebecca lets out an “ah-ha” and hands the phone back to Wes.

He quickly takes in the damage:

W: Hi Mr. Drake-Wayne it’s Rebecca!!! I stole Wes’s phone :) I’m totally down with using company time for this and so is Wes 🙂 you’re way better than my old boss at Taco Hell btw. Also does WE buying our formal wear include buying shoes and accessories?

“This feels exploitative,” Wes says with an uncomfortable twist in his stomach.

“That’s why I took your phone instead of asking you to ask,” she says. “I get to be the bad guy, and you get to be friends with your friend without feeling like a gold-digger. Everyone wins.”

“No. I feel like trash.”

“Sorry.” And to her credit, she does look apologetic. “But I have student loans to pay off, rent, and other bills, and no heels that would go with anything WE will provide. I can’t afford this and I won’t feel bad for asking my rich boss to pay for it all as a work expense.”

On the surface, Wes understands that. He knows that he’s not poor-poor in the way that lots of people are. His mom has a job at Wayne Enterprises, for fuck’s sake, and he likely won’t have to worry about college as long as he chooses someplace sensible. But asking for so much from Tim, from his friend, leaves him feeling hollowed out and filled back up with swamp mud.

His phone lights up with a notification.

T: Hi, Rebecca. And of course! You’ll have to do your own hair and makeup, though. And I’m glad to be better than your old boss :)

Wordlessly, he shows the text to Rebecca, who nods, “Acceptable terms.”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he says.

He walks away and hides in his mom’s office for the rest of the day.

xxXxx

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Potions Partners (Part 17)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Potter!Fem!reader

word count: 3715

warnings: not eating well, injuries, blood, fighting

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Part 18 and btw requests are open

They were back to how they were. She had become fully comfortable with him again, they spent every night together, and they almost never spent a moment apart. They spent their time, simply being together, Draco would read, they would solve homework, they would talk to each other, or they spent time with Draco inside her. They did that last thing quite frequently. 

They sat in his dorm, solving some potions homework. The only homework he ever did was when he copied it from Theo or when she did it with him. He didn’t care about such trivial things such as homework anymore, but he couldn’t turn her down when she turned up at her dorm with her books and an eager smile. 

“We’re done!” she cheered, as she slammed her charms books shut. She sighed heavily and leaned against her chair, sinking. He smiles at her tired out state. He closes his own book even though he wasn’t done with most of it, it was more than enough. 

“Would you like to go to the Astronomy tower tomorrow?” he asks her with a small smile. Her own smile falls and she says, “I can’t, it’s Ron’s birthday, we’re throwing him a party and everything. I’m sorry. Harry’s going to use the liquid luck to sneak alcohol in, but Hermione won’t let him.” 

“It’s fine.” he said, hoping that she wouldn't notice the way his ears perked up at the mention of the felix felicis. He grasped the bottom of her chair, and pulled it closer to him. Their feet were intertwined while he reached out to brush a strand of her hair away from her face. He let out a fake disappointed sigh as he said, teasingly, “I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time right now.” 

She giggles as he leans down to press a kiss to her lips. She stands up and he follows her till they reach the bed. She sits and he sits down beside her, not wasting any time and placing his lips on hers. 

“You know what would be great?” He asks, as he parts away from her lips. She looks at him with her eyes wide, and asks, “What?” She takes his breath away by going in to steal another kiss from him, and cupping his face with her hands. 

“If you could take the liquid luck from your brother and we could use it.” He suggests, hoping that she wouldn’t believe that he has any ulterior motives. She groans, “must you talk about my brother when we’re making out?” 

He smiles fondly and pecks her lips, he truly does feel guilty when he continues, “Think about it. We’d use it, then we’d have a day to ourselves, no one would bother us!” She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and he thinks that he might’ve sounded too eager. 

“I don’t really feel comfortable taking it from Harry.” She explains, and he presses, “But we’d be able to do whatever we liked. We can finally go to Hogsmeade like you wanted and maybe we might even be able to have some fun afterwards.” 

“As tempting as that is and trust me it very much is, I can’t.” She sighs, and he decides against convincing her again, thinking that she might get suspicious. He’d try again some other time, hopefully Potter wouldn’t have used the potion in the meantime. 

“Alright then. Where were we?” He teases with a grin as he leans down to kiss her, eliciting a grin from her as well. He wraps a hand around her waist and pulls her near him. She giggles at the action, considering how close they were already. 

“Plus, we don’t need some lucky potion. We can be quick.” She suggests and his quirks an eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh?” She rolls his eyes at him and pushes him, so he’s lying on his back. She straddles his lap, and leans over his chest. “I think we can, or are you not up for the challenge?” 

***

Ever since Ron got poisoned things haven’t been the same. It’s been nearly two months since his birthday, and the news had spread around Hogwarts like wildfire. No one was safe, they thought. After what happened to Katie and now Ron tensions were high. 

She remembers how terrified she was when she heard the news in the morning. She had spent the night with Draco and when she went to the Great Hall, Harry was looking for her. He filled her in about the news of Ron’s poison. She had gone into the hospital wing and found Hermione sitting in a chair beside Ron’s bed. 

Harry told her about the incident with Lavender, however they were interrupted by the Weasley clan rushing into the Hospital wing with worried and concerned looks. Mrs Weasley burst out crying when she saw her son asleep. 

She doesn’t remember the last time she was that scared. Madame Pomfrey assured them all several times that Ron was fine and that he would be out in a matter of days. That didn’t seem to calm down Mrs Weasley as she kept sobbing for the rest of the time they spent in the castle even when Ron had woken up and told her that he was fine. 

When Ron fell asleep again, she left to find Draco. She saw him walking the corridors, and she called out for him. She cried into his arms as she recalled the events of Ron’s poisoning, and he soothed her with reassuring words. 

Draco hasn’t been the same since either. He was more sad. It took him a lot more to smile, and it worried her. He never opened up despite her telling him that it was alright and that she would help him. He would always simply smile and thank her. 

She tried to escape the morbid atmosphere of the castle with him. They would stay up till dawn in the Astronomy tower, reading together, or they would watch the sunrise, or sunset by the black lake. It would only be for a few moments, but it would make her feel better. She hoped that it did the same for him. 

More than two months have passed since that incident, and now they were all seated in the Great Hall eating breakfast. The darkened feeling that the students felt was slightly lifted at the news of Katie Bell returning after getting treated in St. Mungo’s. She had entered the hall, and was immediately bombarded by friends, hugging her. 

After they all calmed down, Harry walked up to her and started talking to her. She didn’t pay any mind to her brother nagging Katie. She continued to eat her breakfast with Hermione and Ron. Ron said, “So, for practice tonight I was thinking of trying the new spin-” 

“Sorry to interrupt this very important conversation, but Malfoy just left the Great Hall and Harry followed him. It didn’t look well. You should go see what’s going on.” Hermione says, stopping Ron from continuing his rant about Quidditch. She lifted her head to see Harry’s robes turning right. 

She nodded her head, appreciating Hermione’s focus, and she walked out of the Great Hall. She could hear Harry’s rushed footsteps, and she started to run after him, not knowing why Harry was following Draco. She could barely make out his figure as he entered the boys bathroom. 

She hesitated for a second, but entered immediately when she heard the sounds of spells being fired. She moves around the stalls before she feels Harry pumping into her when he was taking a few steps backwards. His gaze was fixed on something in front of him. She took a step to the side to see what was going on. 

All the air left her lungs in one second. Draco whimpered in pain as the blood seepped out of his body quickly. Her eyes were wide as she fell to the floor beside his side. She notices the large cuts on his body that were increasing in quantity by the second. She turned to her brother, “What the fuck did you do?” 

Harry stuttered as she reached for her wand to find her pocket empty. The image of it on the Great Hall table flashed through her mind as she cursed herself. The blood leaked out on the floor and reached her body. Draco started crying and she couldn't help the tears that fell from her face. 

She pressed her palms to the wounds gently hoping that it would stop the blood from oozing out but it only stained her hands red. She started sobbing as she turned to Harry, “Go get Madame Pomfrey! Do something!” 

Harry stood as still as a statue in shock. Draco started choking and she could feel the edge of her skirt get wet by his blood. She let out a helpless sob as she saw the blood start leaving his mouth, the cuts reaching his face. She turned around to see Harry still standing there, so she said, “I’ll go get help.” 

“No, stay-” his weak words were cut off by another cough. “I want to die with the girl I love.” She lets out another sob at his words, reaching out for his hands that were also covered in cuts. She coloured his hands in blood with her own stained hands. 

“Go get someone!” she screams at her brother, and only then does he finally move, running out of the bathroom. The sound of his pained whimpers, makes the tears run down her face faster. She grasps his hand tighter. She cries, “I love you too.” 

Draco only gives her a weak smile as the blood moves towards the ends of the bathroom. The mix of the water and blood makes it rush everywhere. She sobs, as she says, “Hold on, one second, he’ll get someone.”

It feels like an eternity until Snape enters the bathroom. His eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t waste a second in taking out his wand and casting a spell that she doesn’t know. She steps back as he leans down and points his wands at the wounds. 

The blood rushes back inside Draco’s body, but her knees and hands stay stained with blood. The blood moves from all of the bathroom and around his body, seeping back into the wounds that still look red after the incantation. Draco’s cries have calmed down as he closes his eyes. She sees his chest heaving up and down, and it calms her down. Snape carries Draco’s body to the Hospital wing and she rushes after him. 

Madame Pomfrey gasps as she sees Draco’s body. She ushers Snape to place him on one of the beds. She moves quickly to get ointments, potions and bandages. She asked Madame Pomfrey if she needed any help, but she shook her head. She felt so helpless watching the scene unfold in front of her. 

She stayed beside his bed when Madame Pomfrey was done. She stopped sobbing, but the tears still streamed down her face. She sniffled and wiped away her tears were her sleeves, not bothered if the blood got on her face. She moved closer to him and held his hand tightly. 

She must’ve stayed beside him for hours because when Hermione and Ron came into the Hospital wing, it was already dark outside. They both gasped at her appearance. The red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. The blood on her hands and her knees, and her dishevelled hair. Hermione gasped, looking at Draco, “Harry did this?” 

She only sobbed in reply as a hand flew to her mouth hoping to hold in the sob. She didn’t want to wake him up, she feared that he wouldn’t, that the wounds were too deep, that too much blood was lost for too much time. Madame Pomfrey has to change the bandages every few hours because of the blood that’s staining them. Y/N took it up as her job even though she was told that she didn’t need to. 

“You have to eat something.” Ron says, hoping to bring his friend out of her misery. Hermione hands her her wand. Y/N only shakes her head as she rubs her fingers over Draco’s hand. She can’t take her eyes off of him, it feels as if she looked away for one second, he would disappear, or worse. Hermione interrupts her morbid thoughts, “What should we tell Harry?” 

“Don’t tell him anything, just shout at him and hex him.” she replies, shortly. Her voice was strained and harsh from the lack of water and the amount of crying that she’s done. Her friends nod and leave the Hospital wing. She doesn’t know when it happened, but she had fallen asleep. 

She woke up with the sun shining through the windows of the Hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey’s the one who woke her up. She has her arm folded over her chest, but she has a sympathetic smile, “Go get some breakfast.” 

“I can’t- I have to stay here with him.” she barely chokes out. Madame Pomfrey shakes her head. She moves to grasp her arm and pulls her up. Her knees feel like jelly and her legs shake a bit. “Go change, get some breakfast, then come back.” 

She opens her mouth to protest, but Madame Pomfrey gives her a stern look and says, “I won’t take no for an answer, go quickly and come back. I’ll take care of him, I promise.” 

She nods her head and rushes out of the hospital wing in hope of getting things done as fast as possible. She takes out the stone and taps it, moving to the room. It doesn’t take her ten minutes to wash her face, teeth and change her clothes. She rushes to the Great Hall, grabs a muffin, avoiding everyone’s curious gazes, then leaves. 

She munches on the muffin as she runs to head back to the hospital wing. She speeds through the crowds of students as she manoeuvres through them, not caring that she’s missed classes for two days now. She’s outside the hospital wing when a body knocks onto her own and Harry’s standing with an unreadable expression on his face. 

She resists the urge to punch him, and walks past him. He mumbles something under his breath and he walks behind her. He starts shouting, “When were you going to tell me? Huh? When were you going to tell me that your fucking boyfriend was Malfoy?” 

“I don’t have time for this.” she mumbles underneath her breath and heads inside the hospital wing. Draco’s bandages have been changed, but the first thing she checks is his chest. She sees it moving and it’s like her soul has returned to her. 

“Do you think I’m some sort of idiot, Y/N?” He shouts, and she turns to glare at him. She says, “Lower your voice because if you wake him up, I will personally kill you with my bare hands.” 

He only lowers his voice an octave and his hands are in fists in his sides, “How long?” She doesn’t answer him as she brushes Draco’s hair from his face, watching the way his mouth was slightly parted allowing the air to move in and out of his lungs. Harry repeats, “How long?” 

“Since mid September.” she says, and his eyes widen and his mouth goes open. She brings out two glasses of water from the cupboard and fills them with water to the brim. She gulps hers down in one sip and feels the cool water flow down till it reaches her stomach. He runs a hand through his hair, “What part of this did you think was a good idea?”

“I love him.” She says and puts the other glass on the bedside table near Draco, so when he wakes up he can have the pills madame Pomfrey got him. Harry scoffs, “I’m not asking you about how you feel, I’m asking you to use that thing in your head, and tell me what part of this did you think was a good idea?” 

She shrugs her shoulders, not caring about this conversation in the slightest. He continues, “He’s a bloody death eater. His job is to get us to Voldemort. He’s been using you for information.”  

“No, he isn’t, he loves me too, You fucking heard him.” She seethes back at her brother who looked just about ready to explode, “And he’s not a death eater, he doesn’t have the mark.” 

Thoughts run through Harry’s mind as he processes the information given to him. How would she know that he doesn’t have the mark unless- “You had sex with him?” He asks incredulously, but he already knows the answer when she doesn’t answer him, “This just keeps getting better and better.” 

“No, Harry. Just shut the fuck up! You don’t get to be mad at me, you almost killed him. If Snape hadn’t come, then you would’ve. And through all of this, you never once checked on me! Sure, you hate him, but shouldn’t you care about me just one bit over your hatred!” She said, her voice raising a bit. 

Harry listens to her with his nails digging into his palms. He huffs then leaves the hospital wing, and she lets out a sigh. She slumps down in her chair and watches Draco. His bandages aren’t getting red, she assumes that the wounds are getting better. She moves up to press a kiss to his forehead. 

She goes to sit down when she sees something under his white shirt. Her eyebrows furrow as she lifts the sleeves of his shirt up. She gasps as she sees the familiar imprint of the dark mark on his left forearm. She covers her mouth with her hand and she stares at it. 

It was in that second that all of it clicked inside her head. Harry not seeing him on the map. The weird books that he was reading. The way he couldn’t tell her what was bothering him. Still, she had so many questions. One echoed through her head, was any of it real? 

He was a death eater which meant that he had a task to perform for Voldemort. What if his task was to use her for Voldemort’s benefit? A tear escaped from her eyes as she brushed a stray strand away from her face. She takes out her wand and places a disillusionment charm and the mark and rolls down his sleeve. 

She sits down on the chair beside his bed, and she thinks, he wouldn’t have lied to her all this time? He can’t be such a convincing actor. No one’s that cruel to lie to her all this time. She hears shuffles and she looks up to see Draco moving in his bed. 

She stands up quickly, and his eyes blink open, adjusting to the bright sunlight. She moves closer to him, holds his hand and smiles at him, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. He groans in pain as soon as he’s fully conscious, and she grabs the painkillers and the glass of water. She whispers, “Take these.” 

He takes the pills with shaky hands and puts them in his mouth all at once. He takes the water from her, but she stays near in case he can’t hold it. He swallows them then she takes the glass from his hands and places it on the bedside counter. She doesn’t say anything, just looking at him. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, and his voice is coarse. She bites her lip. He can read her like a book, of course, and he cares, but does he actually? She chuckles, slightly, “I should be asking you that question.” 

He smiles, weakly. She can imagine it would be hard to do anything with the cuts over his body. She can’t resist moving closer to him, and holding his hand. Ever the gentleman, he lifts her hand to his mouth and kisses it. It causes a flutter in her stomach. It turns into a bitter feeling, she can’t be with a death eater. She presses her lips firmly against each other, and whispers, “I love you.” 

She wanted him to know before what she was about to do. She wouldn’t tell him now, not when he’s in pain. He smiles and it looks so real, it makes her eyes sting. He says, “I love you too.” 

“You should go to sleep, you look tired.” she says, pushing his back gently back down on the mattress. He groans as he shifts on the bed, sinking against the pillows behind his head. Sarcastically, he says, “Yeah, that’s what a person looks like when they bleed out a shit ton of blood.” 

“Don’t joke. I was really worried about you.” She says, pointedly, but she can’t look stern, her eyes glimmer with sadness. He purses his lips, and he replies, “I’m sorry, my love.” 

The name causes her stomach to sink even more. She presses a kiss to his forehead, but he whines, dissatisfied, and she smiles a bit before pressing a small peck to his lips. He sighs, contently as he shifts against the pillows, becoming more comfortable. He says, “You should go get some sleep too.” 

She nods her head, not protesting. She presses a final kiss to his lips, before letting out a shaky breath. She purses her lips then says, “I’ll be back in a bit, okay?” 

He softly nodded his head, but his eyes were already shut. She can see him already drifting off into sleep. She takes one last look at him before she leaves the hospital wing. She formulated the plan in her head, a few tears slipping from her eyes as she does. 

She goes to Draco’s room, and falls onto his bed. She gets engulfed by his smell. She revels in the comfort of his room, and a few more tears slip her eyes. How could she be so blind? How could she not have noticed it before? She gets pulled into her dreams, falling into a deep slumber, knowing it would be the last time that she falls asleep in this room. 

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[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: baby edition

This week I present my first attempt at writing DC fic for a pairing other than superbat - but, you know, only barely because this is for superbat mini, aka jondami. This is the start of a fic I'm planning out about Jon and Damian through the years (ignoring Bendis' timeskip because I can) in a coming of age story, in which Jon tries to deal with figuring out he's bi and having a crush on his cool(-ish) older best friend. Working title: Puberty Fucking Sucks because like. It just does.

It started when Jon was 12.

There wasn’t anything special about the day itself. In fact, it was pretty ordinary: a normal Thursday afternoon where he and Damian were passing the time between school and patrol in their base, as they did every week. Damian was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, curled over his sketchbook, doing… Well, Jon didn’t know what Damian put in his sketchbook, since he’d made Jon promise not to look. Jon was nice and a good friend – and maybe a little scared of what Damian might consider fair retribution – so he always humored him.

Meanwhile, Jon was slumped on the couch, putting off doing his homework by half-reading a manga that Damian had recommended. A…shujo? Shogo? Some kind of romance thing. Whatever it was, it wasn’t really enough to capture Jon’s attention. So instead, he found himself watching Damian.

They’d been best friends for most of the last 2 years at this point, so Damian was very familiar to him at this point. But in his boredom, Jon found himself focusing on the details of his face in a way he hadn't before, looking at the parts and not the whole. His eyes were slanted and striking, piercingly and vividly green even hidden below the thick, dark sweep of his lashes. His nose had a little bump at the bridge, and his mouth was small and turned down at the corners, so he always looked a little grumpy even when he was in a good mood. His hair was dark and crazy thick (it was an Arab thing apparently, or so Damian had told him when he’d mentioned it one time) and it was surprisingly soft when he didn’t style it. Jon knew that from personal experience, because once Damian had let Jon hug him during a sleepover when he’d had a nightmare, and Jon couldn’t help but rub his face into it a little, like a cat. Damian had grumbled a little but hadn’t pulled away

Damian was really pretty, Jon thought. It wasn’t a new thought. Damian had always been pretty – though not pretty like girls were pretty, just…attractive. It was just a fact of life, in the way that most actors and pop stars and even Damian’s own parents were just obviously, objectively nice to look at.

But still, something about this Damian was different from the version that lived in Jon’s head. He was still shorter than Jon, although not by much. But even though Damian was smaller than him, he somehow looked…more. Older. His hands had always been long and kinda elegant, but now they looked as strong as Jon knew they were. And his jaw was no longer round and soft like Jon’s, but sharp and defined. Masculine. There was a breadth to his shoulders that felt new, even though logically it couldn’t be since he saw Damian most days, but…but somehow he hadn’t really noticed it before. It made his uniform blazer hang differently, in a way that felt weirdly distracting.

Damian wasn’t just pretty anymore, he realized. Damian was handsome. And Jon wasn’t sure why, but something about that thought got to him, made him feel weirdly hot and squirmy inside.

He quickly buried his face in the pages of the manga he wasn’t reading. He’d felt like this before, months ago. He was watching a commercial break with his parents and the pretty actress on screen had really enjoyed her branded yoghurt. Jon had gone very quiet and very red, and his dad had shot him a knowing look. Which was pretty much the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to anyone ever.

Jon had mumbled something about finishing his homework and fled upstairs. He spent most of that evening typing a bunch of awkward questions into google in private browsing mode. And then after that, he’d guiltily rewatched that yoghurt commercial a few dozen times – but on mute, so his dad couldn’t hear. His attempt at secrecy didn't really pay off, because a week later his dad had come into his room and sat him down for a Talk, as in the Talk, which had firmly pushed the yoghurt incident itself to second place in the ranking of Most Embarrassing Things.

But…but this didn’t make sense, Jon thought to himself. Why would Jon be having yoghurt commercial feelings about Damian? Damian was his best friend!

He chanced a peek at Damian over the top of his manga. It was still just Damian, familiar and sulky and way lamer than he liked to pretend he was. His best friend, Damian. He had his head bowed, pink tongue poking out between his lips like it did when he was intensely focused, and for some reason Jon couldn’t stop staring—

He forcibly ripped his gaze away, mortified. Oh no, this was weird. This was so weird. The yoghurt commercial was rapidly being pushed to third place in the rankings. He needed to leave right now.

He stood abruptly. “Hey, so I’m gonna go.”

Damian turned his head to look at him sharply. His habitual scowl was tinged with confusion. “What? Go where? We’re supposed to patrol in an hour.”

“Just training,” Jon said, false-bright. “I’m gonna work on some stuff. Training stuff.”

The confusion was very much still present. “Oookay?” Damian said. He flipped his sketchbook closed. “Did you want to spar? I could—”

“Nope,” Jon chirped, already edging towards the door. He was trying very hard to look at anything but Damian, which was probably super suspicious, but. Looking at Damian just felt like a lot, okay?

“It’s just some dumb superpower training my dad told me to do,” he continued. “It wouldn’t interest you, trust me. So you can just stay right here, while I go…away from here.” He winced. “Anyway, see you at patrol!”

He didn’t wait for Damian to respond before he turned and marched out of the room, well aware that he was acting absolutely insane but completely powerless to stop it. Thankfully, even though Jon knew Damian was incredibly suspicious of his behavior, he didn’t follow him.

Jon spent the rest of the time before patrol carefully carving patterns into wooden blocks with his heat vision and trying not to think about Damian’s opinions on Activia.

[kohakhearts]

ok i was sleep deprived tweeting about this but i got at least 6 hours of sleep last night so im ready to approach this with a degree of normalness. anyway remember when i said i was going to start shipping bloombolt ironically. well lets just say ive been thinking about things they have in common LMFAO but you’re likely unsurprised this is actually my way of saying Here’s How ShigeGou Can Still Win-

ANYWAY THE POINT BEING. goh? terrible friend. god he sucks. actually, chloe doesn’t even consider him a friend, at least not to his face (probably because he thinks friends are a hinderance to his goals and he’s got a lot of problems that make him think he doesn’t need friends he just needs to be the Bestest Coolest Guy Ever Who Knows Everything About Pokemon). in their debut episode they are 6 years old and she introduces him as someone who “hangs around my dad’s lab a lot” (possibly could be “comes to play at my dad’s lab a lot,” which isn’t REALLY much better - still holds the implication that he comes to play with her dad’s pokemon or his cool pokemon-related technology rather than her). she says to professor oak she invited him to pokemon camp simply because he’s always at her dad’s lab and she knew he’d like it.

ok now hear me out here. aside from the fact that she doesn’t EVER call herself goh’s friend, there is zero indication that chloe dislikes goh. actually, she tries pretty hard for him! she clearly likes him, or at least feels bad for him because she can tell he’s lonely (i theorize this is because he’s just like her. that her father’s status as what professor oak himself in this same scene calls A GENIUS has resulted in her feeling somewhat isolated. it’s probably in that “adults always want to talk about how great my dad is and the other kids pick up on it and think i’m Weird And Annoying because all our teachers and their parents seem to think i’m Special” way). it seems that her refusal to acknowledge that they Are friends stems more from the fact that she is aware - perhaps from experience - that attempting to establish that they Are friends will only make him push back, and maybe push her away. she is playing a game with rules that he decided on because his Complex is so ingrained in him even at 6 years old that he tells her to her face I Don’t Need Friends >:(

if this is sounding at all familiar, perhaps you’ve heard my pallet childhood friends spiel. if not, not to worry, for i wrote all about it here. the tl;dr here however is that whether or not ash and gary being childhood friends who go like see movies together or whatever is a late-series addition, there’s actually no good reason to think they DON’T have some kind of established relationship prior to the season one pilot. actually, it seems more as though gary has made the decision for the both of them that it’s time to stop being kids and start being serious - on the day they get their first pokemon, he declares ash his rival and begins calling him satoshi-kun in order to establish that we are not friends, you don’t take this seriously and so i won’t take you seriously until you show me you’re worth being my rival.

you could argue ash isn’t as understanding as chloe, so rather than you know, bringing him his homework and whatnot, he just gets pissed off. HOWEVER, they actually both do the same thing: reach out, constantly, and get rejected over and over. in jn002 goh stands chloe up and then when he finally responds to her messages all he says is essentially “i’m doing something more important than that, sorry” and her reaction is “he always does this.” likewise, ash takes gary’s rival declaration seriously! every time he sees the guy, he wants to battle, to prove himself to him (that he’s worthy, that he’s better than gary thinks, etc etc). for a good 200 or so episodes, every time gary shows up, all he does is walk away from ash. barring that, making fun of him for being no good at battling, yet never actually engaging him in a battle to prove it. the first time gary actually tries to battle him is after they’ve both received eight (uh. or ten) gym badges. the first time they actually battle is way after that. and then he wins and continues to just walk away again, until pretty close to the end of the johto arc (though there’s a little more respect there).

anyway the parallel is pretty obvious. at least to me. there's something deeply wrong with them both <3 which is why then in the project mew arc, who is the one telling goh that he has to be good at teamwork? that he has to learn to cooperate with people in order to achieve his goals? obviously ash is the one who taught goh about The Meaning Of FriendshipTM, but gary occupies a unique position of actually understanding why this is a skill he needs to work on, because it's something he had to learn the hard way too.

on the other hand! ash and chloe have their own fun solidarity: world's shittiest, most emotionally repressed childhood best friend who is allergic to the word friend to begin with

[jacksjoke]

Title: this is easy (the signs are simple prequel, wave’s pov)

Pairing: Pre-Pang/Wave

Read on Ao3 or below the cut -

     Wave expected his counselor to congratulate him on another week’s work, as impressive and leagues above the other students as Wave always is. What he receives is Kru Pom shuffling through papers with his patented mix of concern and cheerfulness.

     “Have you given any more thought to joining — ”

     “I don’t need a sport on my transcript.”

     “Wave, it will diversify — ”

     “I don’t need to diversify my transcript. I’m going to university for computer science; nowhere on any of their brochures does it say I’ll only be accepted if I’ve kicked a ball at some other kids.”

     Pom brings his hands together atop the desk, his strained patience evident. Wave’s been waiting for this guy to snap since the afternoon they’d met three years ago, but it’s yet to happen. Maybe today will be the day.

     “Wave,” Pom says, “you remember what I told you last month?”

     “The ultimatum?”

     “It wasn’t — ” Pom takes a small breath. “Is this you making your decision?”

     Wave doesn’t date. A small glitch in junior high had put him off the notion. It isn’t so bad that he’s actively, like, repulsed by seeing couples in public or in the media; they can do whatever they want. It doesn’t matter to him. An endless barrage of assignments and his extra credit IT position give him plenty enough to focus on without getting himself worked up by hands held in the street. When he’s got so much to deal with, Wave just can’t let little stuff get to him.

     Except for, of course, one not so small annoyance named Pawaret. Wave isn’t sure what it is about the other boy that makes him so — maybe the word he’s looking for is homicidal. A more stable person might just say uncomfortable.

     Either way, Wave considers himself fortunate that he and Pang don’t normally study in the same classroom, Pang in VIII, Wave in I. The only time during a day that finds the two boys together is a required World History class, something Wave considers a foolish waste of his energy and a total bore as well. If he wanted to hear about a 200-year-old spat between two countries, the Internet could provide far more accuracy than a textbook written in the mid-90s could.

     On his end, Pang excels in History. He’s not a numbers man, a fact Wave has unwillingly learned in his time hearing Pang whinge to his buddy Nac about maths homework. He does much better in the liberal arts, things Wave generally has no use for and finds tedious. Numbers and figures don’t lie. There’s a consistent answer, always, with no room for opinions and feelings. It’s ideal for someone like Wave, who’s none too gifted when it comes to such things.

     His ears catch Nac insisting that Pang ask some poor sap for help with the maths assignment. Wave doesn’t like Nac. Wave bets that one tap would crack like plastic against Nac’s perfectly gelled hair, and he’s got a smile that would fit the face of a bully in a lame made-for-TV movie. He hasn’t yet provoked Wave, so he really hasn’t any reason to dislike him this severely, but that doesn’t stop Wave’s eyes from rolling to the sky whenever Nac is in the vicinity.

     Right now he has an arm around Pang’s chair as he brushes their shoulders together to whisper. Wave shakes his head at the display. They don’t ever shut up, even when class is set to begin in mere minutes. You’d think they would want to check over their work for today, or for once in their life do anything that might prove useful, but of course they just babble to each other until the very last second. Idiots.

     “Uh, Wave?”

     Startled, Wave looks up to find that Pang has all but teleported to Wave’s desk sporting a sheepish grin. That look probably gets Pang whatever he wants — from anyone who isn’t Wave. Unlike those of a weaker will, Wave just stares at him, then pointedly returns to his work.

     “I was wondering if you could help with my algebra,” Pang perseveres. “I’m one tanked quiz away from flunking and if I don’t get at least a B-plus on this assignment, I’m — ”

     “Why should I help you?”

     “Because… you’re a computer genius?” Pang counters. “The best with numbers and stuff I couldn’t do in a million years?” The raised eyebrows beneath his (unfortunate) fringe suggest that anyone with half a brain would know this about Wave Wasuthorn. Which isn’t exactly incorrect.

     Pang’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, continuing, “How many more compliments will you accept as payment for helping me?”

     “None.”

     “Really?” Pang says happily, his features alight with a grin.

     Wave forces his eyes back down to his History textbook. “None — because I’m not helping you,” he clarifies. “I have enough to do without having to teach you basic math.”

     “I mean, algebra-two isn’t basic — ” When it’s clear that Wave isn’t going to look at him again, Pang’s lips zip into a frown over words that he can’t say in a classroom and he simply returns to his seat.

     “Worth a shot,” he mutters to Nac.

     “He’s such a jackass; as if he couldn’t spare an afternoon,” Nac says, voice barely lowered. Wave’s jaw clenches, but he isn’t one to be goaded by infantile troglodytes so he doesn’t look their way. Pang isn’t his responsibility. If Nac is really that bothered by Pang’s failings, he can tutor the guy on his own and see if that gets him anywhere.

     To his surprise, Pang replies quietly to Nac, “Maybe he’s actually busy. He’s in classes we’ve never even heard of.”

     Nac snorts, but doesn’t say anything else. Soon after, class is called to order and for the duration Wave manages to not think about Pang defending him to his best friend, even despite Wave’s prior refusal to offer aid.

     Pang is actually in the library when Wave gets there, which he has to add as a point in the guy’s favour. It’s just enough to lend confidence to Wave in his change of heart. He announces his arrival by dropping his bag onto the table with a clunk.

     “I hope you’re excited to work your ass off,” Wave says, a cheerful tone going against his flat frown.

     Pang looks at him in confusion. “You’re going to tutor me? But you said th — ”

     “Do you want me or not?” Wave demands, overriding his own inept phrasing with a glare.

     Pang looks like he wants to be annoyed, probably is super annoyed, but his voice is nothing but earnest when he says, “I need to pass this class. Help me.”

     Pang looks pathetic and desperate, which is entertaining as hell, and it so happens that this came at the perfect time.

     “Then listen up.”

     The following morning, Wave drops into his counselor’s office with an unceremonious, “I’m not doing a sport.”

     Kru Pom sighs. He sighs a lot where Wave is concerned. “Then it’s the tutoring,” he says. “I’ll reach out to a couple students I’ve spoken with.”

     “I already know someone who needs the help.”

     “It isn’t a good idea to tutor a friend, Wave; you’ll both need to focus.”

     Wave very nearly laughs out loud. “Trust me, he isn’t a friend,” he assures the counselor. “But he’s basically failing and bringing up his marks will make me out to be a miracle worker. I’ve already considered every angle.”

     Pom stares at Wave, but nods slowly. “I can see you’ve made up your mind. Who is it?”

     “Class Eight kid. Parawet Sermrittirong.”

     “Ah, Pang. He’s a good student with a lot of ideas. Bit of trouble focusing.”

     Well aware of Pang’s inability to do anything but chatter, Wave scoffs at what he thinks is an understatement. He hitches up his bag on his way out but pauses at Kru Pom’s, “Do try to be — patient with this kid, alright, Wave? You might find you even get along.”

     “I don’t plan on needing to stick around him long enough for that.”

[lightvsdark18]

Some responses to voicelines (Floyd)

You havin' fun gathering all this junk? You're like one of those merpeople who are into collectin' stuff that fell to the bottom of the sea.

... Yeah, most likely.

What're you doing today? Maybe I'll tag along.

(lies) The library.

Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough!

Aw. You're fun too, sometimes.

School Uniform

You wanna know what kinda classes we had in the sea? I can bring you to one, if you're interested. Hee hee...

I'm now concerned.

I got a perfect score on the test, but he still gets mad at me for skipping class. I don't get it. If I get good grades, what does it matter?

Because you're here to work and not lollygag.

Aha ha! Keep that up and I'll squeeze you silly.

And I'll squeeze you back.

P.E. Uniform

I'm kind of feeling it today. Wanna try me?

Try you at what?

Apparently, if you over-exercise, you won't get tall. I'm still growing, so I gotta be careful!

Wait, you're still growing? Damn, boy, how tall do you need to be?

I'm not in the mood for Basketball Club today. You go in my place.

(flat) No.

I'm suuuper flexible. You wanna see? I can show you!

Eh, sure, why not.

Wanna play tag or something? I'll be "it." Better start running.

Floyd, no... Boy, stop smiling like that.

Labwear

If you're having trouble finishing your homework, hit up Azul. He'll help you out with anything if you pay his price.

Not interested.

If you mix everything in according to the recipe, you already know it's gonna work out, right? That's the most boring thing.

It helps you remember the recipe because you're physically making it instead of just reading it and memorizing.

Want me to help out with that experiment? Aha ha, don't be so shy.

It's not shyness, it's just me not trusting you.

I'll give you the potion I just made. You wanna know what it does? How should I know?

You made it. You know what? Nevermind, I don't want the potion anymore.

Here. Have some cookies I made from random stuff. You'll enjoy every last bite for me, won't you?

Actually, I'm not hungry. (Lie)

Ceremonial Robes

Want me to teach you the rules here at Night Raven College?

You actually know the rules? Heh.

Standing still is so boring. How about you and I do a little something fun instead?

I rather not cause trouble, or be in it.

The black carriage even came down under the sea to get us. It's a pretty sweet ride, if I do say so myself.

The black carriage went to the bottom of the ocean? Wait, actually thinking about it, it shouldn't be surprising considering I'm here. But that's just raises the question on how far the carriage can go.

Sitting still for a whole ceremony is such a waste of time. Oooh, I've got an idea. I'll tail you, Shrimpy.

You'll what?

You're so funny, Shrimpy. Aren't you scared I'll get back at you for all that poking?

No, not really because I'll just poke you back.

Oh, whatever is the matter? Ha! I was pretending to be Jade. Did it work? You can tell us apart if you look real close.

I really didn't expect your voice to change. Good job.

Dorm Uniform

You got a very serious problem? There might be something we can do. Heh heh heh...

("My safety is in danger, isn't it?")

Don't be so scared. I just wanna give you a nice squeeze.

Nice for you or me?

I won't squeeze anyone who makes good on their payment. But if you DON'T... You ain't getting any mercy from me. Hee hee!

("What's wrong with these guys?")

Bowties are all tight and uncomfortable, don'tcha think? I dunno how Jade and the others deal with 'em.

I never worn a bowtie, but I know I couldn't handle it either.

Lookit these socks. They got an octopus pattern on 'em! Just as cute as the Sea Witch herself, right?

Can I get a pair?

Outdoor Wear

I hope camping on land's as action-packed as camping under the sea!

You can go camping in the sea? What is it like?

Check out this moray mascot I got. It's supposed to be Jade, since he wanted to come camping. Looks just like him, yeah?

Heh, yeah it does.

Now to just cast the line and wait— nope, I'm bored. How about we ditch this and get up to somethin' fun?

Stay at the line. I'll tell you a story if it will entertain you.

The fairies by the lake were so teeny. One little squeeze and they'd probably just disappear.

Please don't squeeze them.

How's a campfire different from a regular bonfire?

I don't really know.

Halloween

Oh man, I'm DIGGIN' that look, Shrimpy. I gotta make your face contort in fear more often.

Please don't.

I MAY have gone a skosh overboard on the pranks last year. I'm takin' it easy this time around.

This is you taking it easy? I'm lucky I wasn't here last year.

Azul asked me to chip in with pumpkin carvin'. It turned out to be more fun than I expected, so I made a moray jack-o'-lantern.

Can I see it?

That your idea of scarin' someone, Shrimpy? It ain't workin'. How's about I show you how it's done?

I rather you not. I'm not trying to genuinely scare anyone because I don't feel like it.

[pof203]

A Summoner Birthday

Previous post: https://pof203.tumblr.com/post/722140327615545344/a-summoner-birthday

Battle ahead.

Enemies:

Fire Alchemist

Nether Alchemist

Infernal Alchemist

???

???

Preselected Characters:

Lupin

Wakan Tanka∞

Ryota

Hakumen

Taurus Mask

Selected Support Character:

Wind Warrior Monk Sol

Story (Chapter 6 Part 2)

Boundless Tail!!

With a clear shot, you finish the battle, breaking the spell on Mr. Jinn.

FLASH

WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON HERE?! WHERE THE HELL AM I?!

Are you sure he's back to normal? He seems hotter than me.

Nope, this is how he usually is. We freed him.

Mr. Jinn: Freed me from what?

After explaining the situation to him...

Mr. Jinn: So, we're in Mr. Boogeyman's world, huh?

Boogeyman's Voice: Pretty much. Are you mad?

Mr. Jinn: Well, I can't say that I'm not, but wow, to think this all happened. I was only grading some papers on the computer when I thought it wouldn't hurt to check the school website. That's when I found myself here.

I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, Mr. Jinn.

Mr. Jinn: It's not your fault, Lupin... It's Hakumen for crashing your birthday party.

Hakumen: (unimpressed) Thanks... Can I have my wishes, now?

Mr. Jinn: (confused) Wishes?

Well, we are in the story where the boy frees the genie and the genie grants him three wishes.

Mr. Jinn: (a bit shocked) That is so stereotypical. But then again, this story doesn't really obey some rules... I'll grant you one to thank you for freeing me from the brainwashing... As long as it's not to do your homework for you.

Lupin: There's only one wish we want right now. We wish to find the breaker.

Mr. Jinn: Done.

Mr. Jinn closes his eyes and concentrates. After a short while, he snaps his eyes open.

Mr. Jinn: (excited) Found it! Follow me!

Mr. Jinn takes one of the flying carpets left behind by the Barons and takes off into the air. The rest of you follow him with the other carpets... You and Wakan Tanka are sharing one.

After a while, you find yourselves in what looked like a luxury garden with a pool and a palace nearby.

Hakumen: I think this is the place where the princess lives. The one the boy who found the lamp tried to impress.

But I don't see a princess. Maybe she got tired of waiting.

Wakan Tanka: Or... (suspicious) Something is going on.

Suddenly, as if on que, you get attacked. You look to see several Alchemists approaching you... And they're not alone.

*creepy laugh* So, you've brought me my genie, little street rats.

Hakumen: (unimpressed) Who are you calling a street rat? I'm a canine.

Taurus Mask: (also unimpressed) And I'm a bull.

Wakan Tanka: (also unimpressed) I'm a buffalo.

Bael?: Whatever. I'll be taking my slave, thank you.

Mr. Jinn: (angry) I'm no one's slave. I'm a free genie.

Bael?: Not for long.

Ryota: He's probably been brainwashed just like the others.

Hakumen: I guess he's now playing the role of the evil sorcerer who tried to take the lamp for himself.

Lupin: Then we just have to free him then.

Mr. Jinn: I hope you can. Consider this extra credit.

Evil Sorcerer: So, you think you defeat me?

Behold the great power that I have achieved!

The evil sorcerer attacks you with his great power. Fortunately, you managed to get out of the way.

Hakumen: (serious) This looks bad. He must have already used his wishes to become the ruler of this kingdom and become the most powerful sorcerer in the world.

Mr. Jinn: If that's true, the only thing powerful enough to stop him is a god.

Wakan Tanka: (stepping forward) You don't have to look far. There's practically two right here. My Lupin, are you ready?

Lupin: Calling me a god might be too strong, but I'll be by your side.

Taurus Mask: (worried) Wait, are you sure, Wakan?

Wakan Tanka: (whispering) It's alright, My Daisuke, we know what we're doing.

Lupin: (also whispering) Just trust us. Have faith.

Taurus Mask: ... (determined) Alright, I'll trust you.

Wakan Tanka: (smiling) Glad to hear it.

FLASH

Let us end the darkness over this kingdom.

Lupin: Right.

I'll fight by your side, too, Wakan Tanka. You and my soul brother.

Now you've got me fired up. Let's burn this place!

Mr. Jinn: In moderation, please.

Ryota: Let's get to it!

The battle begins.

To be continued...

[weasleywhimz]

A look into the early days - An Eventual George Weasley Love Story

I write to keep creativity up and for stress relief, and over time this little character and timeline came out of feeling like it wasn’t quite right that George ended up with Angelina. I haven’t fleshed out all my thoughts across the whole timeline, but when I do I will post them here. I’ll attempt to make it chronological but not promises 😅

Words 2.2k

Rating: General, slight allusions to mature themes, uncomfortable teenage bad boyfriend vibes but nothing explicit or too triggering.

Francesca did not consider herself a particularly big fan of quidditch when she first joined Hogwarts in her first year. That was much more her father’s sport, and she was more interested in following the sports from her mother’s muggle past- tennis seemed so much more elegant to her. Besides, she was much more a student of the arts rather than the body, busying herself with choir auditions rather than quidditch try outs.

Still, when your entire friend group is quidditch mad, and most of them on the team itself, it’s hard not to get roped in, at least in some fashion.

“Fran, aren’t you coming? They could’ve started by now!” Lee Jordan admonished her. He accompanied his friends not just for the entertainment, but also the chance to practice his commentary skills, since at least their little group would descend into a match, even if no one else (Harry) wanted to stick around after Oliver’s drills (he usually had other things to chase around with Ron and Hermione). And since Katie joined the team, that’s actually nearly the whole squad anyway.

“I’m coming Lee, I just needed to finish the homework since the twins love to use whatever parchment I bring as some new addition to the balls,” Francesca replied, frantically scribbling the last of her homework. Her friends’ chastising would be as bad as her professor’s if she was late, but the difference would be only her professor could put her in detention, and jeopardise the prefect title she wanted to win next year.

“Swot,” Lee teased as she put the book down and grabbed her Gryffindor scarf.

“I’m not a swot,” she poked him as they hurried down the staircases, “I’m just radically ambitious, I’d probably be in Slytherin if it weren’t for my bravery to put up with you lot. You have no idea how many detentions I’ve saved you guys from by being a teachers pet. They go easy when I’m with you!”

“Suck up then,” Lee corrected, holding the door open for her to pass before him. “Maybe you need to hang out with Fred and George more then. They nearly just got pulled from the team for their detention rate.”

The pair spied the quidditch pitch and could hear the hollering and whoops of laughter of the twins in question, even from their distance.

“I think even if Merlin himself got out of the grave and vouched for the twins, they still wouldn’t stand a chance at escaping detention for the amount they’re caught out of bed after hours,” she joked to the boy in the year above her. “McGonagall may have soft spots but I think the twins have created thick callouses on her.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lee mused, “come on we’d better hurry up.” And the two of them picked up pace.

When they reached the pitch as the team touched down for post-practice break before having a more light hearted fly round, Francesca was a bit pink and windswept from Lee pulling her at a near sprint down to the pitch.

“Blimey Frannie, you’d think you’d just completed practice, not us!” Her classmate Katie Bell joked, nudging her with her broom. The rest of the team grinned as Francesca, sulking, snatched her hand from Lee.

“I could’ve tripped!” She snapped at him, ignoring her friend’s teasing.

“But you didn’t,” he replied, looking to his ginger friends, “and we’re in time for the match right? I got some gold for the next match I want to try out on the speakers!”

“You’re on time,” Fred reassured, still grinning.

“And you don’t look that bad Fran,” George followed, “it’s nice not seeing you all prim for a change!”

Even though she had caught her breath, the colour didn’t get a chance to leave her cheeks from that comment. Before she had a chance to respond, Angelina mounted her broom again and impatiently called to the rest of her friends.

“Are we having a game or what? I want to get full use of the pitch before Ravenclaw comes to use it!” And she sailed up into the sky, Alicia not far behind her.

“Coming?” Katie asked hovering just above the ground, Fred having given Lee a lift up to the stands to save him taking the stairs.

“No I’ll take the stairs,” Francesca replied, “you’re alright.”

Katie didn’t hesitate to soar up and join the other two chasers already tossing a quaffle.

“You’re not scared of brooms are you?” The remaining twin teased, despite Francesca having already turned towards the stairs. She light heartedly rolled her eyes at the his teasing, into her fourth year of Hogwarts now, she was more than used to it.

“No,” she said, turning to face him. George was stretched onto his broom, within touching distance of the ground, he must have been floating just behind her because he was closer than she expected when she turned around. “I just don’t think my boyfriend would be all that pleased I’m on another guy’s broom.”

“Oh, so because of Cormac,” George plastered a cheeky grin onto his face. “I see. Well I suppose the stairs will help to keep you in shape too I suppose, great for the glutes.”

Francesca’s grin faltered, unsure why his comment made her feel a bit sick. George noticed and decided to change the subject, assuming he’d took the banter a bit too far.

“I heard he’s hoping to try out for next year?”

“Yeah,” she said, grateful of the change in tone. “Fancies himself as a keeper. Won’t stop begging me to ask you guys if he can come and practice with you, to be ready for try outs.”

George tilted his head at this.

“You never asked us?”

Francesca’s face turned thoughtful as she made her way over the the stairs for the stands. George followed her, interested in hearing the reason why.

“I guess I like keeping this little group to myself. People think Katie and I are just hangers on to the year above, but it’s because they don’t know what fun we all have,” she turned to look at him for she would disappear up the stairs. “It’s fun.”

George smiled at her, ignoring his brother and friends near enough screaming at him to join them in the sky.

“Plus you don’t want to make him jealous knowing how handsome me, Fred and Lee are, up close,” he had to joke, to add a bit more lightness to a suddenly sincere conversation.

Francesca laughed and kicked the end of his broom to shake him, before he winked and flew up into the sky, and she went to join Lee in the commentator’s box, ready to cringe at his bad jokes and almost traditional poor flirting with Angelina.

Her little friendship group were not as exciting as they seemed to be known for. It was probably Fred and George giving them a reputation by association, but she was still grateful for them. It was like she’d found a little family at Hogwarts, and most of them being from the year above, she enjoyed the sense of protection, and also view to what was coming for her each year. As she watched them play (or listened to them commentate for Lee’s case), she realised how much she had missed them since she’d started dating Cormac McLaggen last year.

She wasn’t the first one to start dating in the group, George and Alicia had even experimented a bit together before he’d briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl last year, and everyone was waiting for Lee to stop flirting with Angelina so she and Fred could realise they fancy the pants off each other. But no one was really happy when Francesca had told them she was with Cormac. The boys’ had had a stronger reaction than the girls (probably having heard things about him they couldn’t share because of some boy rules), but all of them had quickly grown frustrated with the amount of time he was taking of their friend.

In truth she felt torn. Cormac was demanding of her time, but she found herself upsetting him by constantly saying no to his suggestions when they were together that she didn’t feel like she could turn down meeting him altogether. But she did miss her friends.

She and Katie had joined the little group at the end of their first year. She got her introduction, unusually for most students at Hogwarts, not at the hands or as a witness for the twins’ famous pranks, but actually because they’d helped her on one of her first days of class.

Being a first year and totally unused to the moving stairs, despite the warnings from her parents, she had taken a trip while heading up to the astronomy tower, and terrified of falling over the end, dropped the stack of books she insisted on carrying to each class. Already running late and now feeling like she just faced death, as she peered over the railing at her books six floors under her, eleven year old Francesca just burst into tears. And that was when the twins burst out of the common room and into her life.

Fred had soon disappeared to get his brother Charlie to help, while George had stayed gently patting her shoulder and reassuring her that their brother was so cool, and could definitely solve the problem.

She was not focusing on the mini match happening in front of her, despite Lee’s exuberant commentary, or the occasional whip of air as one of them flew close to the stands. She was instead enjoying reminiscing about the beginning of her friendship. They’d soon introduced her to their other friends, and she’d dragged Katie Bell to a secret party near the kitchens she was sure would get them expelled, but refused to miss anyway. And so their little gang was formed.

She didn’t want to ruin her atmosphere with her group by Cormac’s hand sitting too high on her leg, or too low on her back. She didn’t want to imagine the reactions of her friends when he told her to be quiet, or that she shouldn’t sit next to one of the boys. They had different attitudes to her boyfriend in those ways.

She was too lost in thought to notice the quidditch players had finished their match and were floating idly in front of her and Lee, chatting to her older friend about some plans.

“Oi, Fran!” Fred shouted, knocking her out of her daze. “You in or you too busy snogging Cormac tonight?”

“For what?” She asked, trying to pass her frown of discomfort off as pure confusion. She had not been following their discussion after all.

“We’re gonna sneak back some booze tonight through the tunnels,” George said, catching her up. “You know, seeing as Angelina says it’s the last chance to relax before we really have to get serious for the OWLs!”

“Were you listening at all?” Katie asked, laughing at her friend, as Angelina kicked George’s broom for his teasing. “Where were your thoughts?”

“Cormac’s long, hard, muscly-“

“Easy!” Angelina chided Fred.

“Arms! God Angie get your head out the gutter!” Fred finished.

“Will you ever stop teasing me about him? It’s been months now!” Francesca retorted, grabbing her bag. She was always the one to signal to leave the pitch if another team hadn’t shown up first.

“Not likely!” Fred and George chimed in unison, and the whole group laughed.

“So you’re coming?” Lee asked, bringing the topic back to their gathering tonight. He rose from his seat to stop the younger girl dashing for the stairs before she could answer. Since she started dating Cormac, actually the whole year, she’d been more reluctant to join in on their usual antics. Still, she never really missed out on much, but everyone was used to having to needle her into agreeing these days.

“Maybe, only if you agree to only bring butterbeers though,” she gave in, knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to skip it anyway. “Remember I’m aiming for that prefectship. If we’re caught with anything else we’ll get expelled!”

“McGonagall would have to pull you out of her arse first Fran, don’t worry,” Fred joked met only with an eye roll, satisfied with her response began to descend to make his way to the changing rooms.

“Box of butterbeers and one bottle of red currant rum,” George clarified, just as much wanting to brag as he did convince Francesca that she should come. “I transfigured Fred a bit and he managed to get it. It’s waiting in the tunnel though, wouldn’t risk bringing something like the rum up through the school.”

“Okay, okay I’ll be there,” Francesca called in a huff, wanting to get back to the castle. “What time? Seven, eight?”

“Nine,” Alicia confirmed, herself beginning to descend with the other two chasers. Francesca balked at the late start, but didn’t bother arguing, knowing the time she got to bed would be just as late even if they started earlier. She waved off the remained two boys and hurried to make her way back to the castle, hoping she would be able to avoid her boyfriend before the gathering. She was looking forward to the small party, she didn’t want to miss any opportunity to have some teenage fun with friends she was sure would be with her for life.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Landon Reilly

When I entered my room on Friday night after my hockey game, the last thing I expected to see was Wren sitting on my bed, shoes off, reading through one of my text books but that was the sight that greeted me.

"How the fuck did you even get in here?" I asked, closing the door behind me and dropping my bag beside my closet.

I had gotten pushed around a lot on the ice tonight.

My body ached and all I wanted to do was get in bed and finish up a paper I had due at midnight but of course he always had to throw a wrench in my plans.

"Kyle let me in on his way out," Wren replied, not even bothering to look up at me.

He was reading through my philosophy text book, clearly engrossed with whatever page he was on.

"And you're here because...?"

"Well, I'm supposed to get you to come out tonight, Stella's orders," he explained.

"But I wouldn't mind staying in. It's not like Stella and Jess would notice if we were there anyway."

Jess would absolutely notice I was there considering the fact the last time I spoke to her I snapped at her and told her we weren't friends but it wasn't like Wren knew that.

"I'm not going out tonight," I told him, sitting on the edge of my desk.

"And you can't be here either. I have to do homework."

"You actually do your homework?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, considering a stipulation of my sports scholarship is that I maintain decent grades."

"What constitutes as decent? C?"

He shot me a look of disbelief.

I shrugged.

"It's passing."

"It's mediocre."

Wren closed the book and got off the bed, opening my laptop that lay on the desk.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pushing off the desk and turning to face him.

"If you're aiming for a C, then you clearly need someone else to look at your work."

"You're not looking at my work."

I felt stupid enough around Wren, I didn't need to subject myself to seeing how much smarter than me he actually was without even trying.

It was like a natural gift to him and his academics were important.

For me, hockey was what was important while academics came second.

I didn't need to put in full effort as long as my grades were good enough to keep my scholarship and keep me on the team.

We had different priorities.

"Seriously, you have to go," I told him with a sigh.

"I need to get this done. I have to leave early tomorrow for an away game."

"Just let me look at it," he pestered.

I groaned and leaned over to unlock my laptop.

Wren shot me a satisfied grin.

"You're the most irritating person I've ever met, you know that?" I said as he took a seat on my desk chair.

"You can act like you're bothered by me all you want but I know it's not true."

He hovered over one of the assignments open on my computer and glanced at me as if asking if it was the right one.

I nodded and he opened it, taking time to read through the whole thing.

When he was done, he immediately started typing.

"Wait," I said, putting my hand over his to stop him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing it," he said, not looking away from the screen.

"I don't need you to fix it."

"You do actually," he said.

"You're not citing things correctly and your sentences are too long."

I tried not to let the embarrassment show, so I looked away from him, glaring at the blank wall beside my bed.

Wren spent the next few minutes working on my paper, the sound of his typing drifting through the room.

When he was finished, he tapped on my leg for me to look.

I didn't notice much of a difference on the screen.

"What did you even do?" I asked.

"That's the same as it was."

"No, it's not," Wren replied.

"I corrected your citations and fixed the grammar and sentences. It'll make it at least go up a letter grade."

I gave him a blank stare.

"Maybe I'll do something nice for you if you finish it right now," Wren said after a moment, standing up from the desk.

"I don't want you to do anything nice for me," I grumbled, sitting down where Wren once was.

He put his hand on my shoulder, brushing his thumb against my neck as he leaned down to speak into my ear.

"Don't be like that," he whispered.

"We both know you're lying anyway."

I shivered as he moved away, sitting back on my bed and flipping through my book once again.

It was hard to concentrate with Wren in the room, though I knew he wasn't paying any attention to me.

I didn't like that he was behind me, that I couldn't see what he was doing.

Every time I turned to steal a glance at him, he was in the same position propped up against my pillows with my philosophy text book in his lap.

When I finally did finish my paper, Wren knew instantly.

"You're done?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Let me see."

"You don't need to see," I snapped, saving my work and submitting it before he could do anything about it then spun around to face him.

Wren shrugged.

"Fine. It's your grade."

"Yeah, it is my grade," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Did you get your fix of annoying me for the night or is there more?"

Wren grinned.

"You're wound up really tight tonight. I can take care of that if you'd like."

Two parts of me were at odds.

One part of me wanted to kick him out of the room and go to sleep, trying to forget he was even here to begin with.

The other part, the stronger part, wanted to experience whatever it was he was offering.

This was the problem with getting involved with Wren.

I hated him, wanted nothing to do with him but I couldn't keep myself away.

I hated him but I wanted him.

He infuriated me at the same time he pleased me.

The whole situation was contradictory and I had no idea what to think about it.

[dragonbleps]

(Keep in mind I grew up (and still live) in a household that considers sex inseparable from love, so while a lot of my hangups about relationships sound like Aromantic Problems, I swear it's for Ace Reasons. I don't consider myself Aro, just Ace. for now, anyway. cut for length bc i rambled lkjhsdfg)

I knew I was a bit "weird" for not being interested in things like kissing or sex or whatever. It was around middle school-highschool age, where people started getting "serious" with boyfriends/girlfriends and it was everywhere. People started prioritizing hanging out with partners over friends and such.

Personally, I found the idea of myself kissing someone/having sex to be gross. It was always "for adults" to do, not us, we're kids. Even as I grew up, at 18, 19, 20 and beyond, I felt like it "wasn't for me". There was literally always something I'd rather be doing, even if it was homework or studying.

During school, I had kept being told by my parents that I "hadn't found the right person" yet. So I was like, ah, so it's not my fault. I just have to do what I've been doing and Mr. Right (I'm a cis woman and assumed I was straight) will come along and magically change everything for me somehow.

But my parents started getting concerned about me not having a boyfriend. I was told it "wasn't normal" to not want a boyfriend, to not dream about marrying Prince Charming. And everyone assumed that me and my best guy friend were dating, or told us we should date. And out of pressure we decided to date, but I didn't like it. There was suddenly a pressure to do certain things (not by him, he was great), to hold hands, to kiss, to give gifts, to celebrate certain holidays certain ways, and I didn't like it, so we went back to being friends and all was well with both of us.

As I got older, in my early 20s, and got my first job, parents would again ask if I liked any of my coworkers enough to date them. And I was like.. no. Every time a coworker flirted with me and implied wanting a relationship with me, I would cry, because, to me at the time, a relationship=sex and I didn't want that. Mom would tell me "it's not normal to not want sex".

It wasn't until I had been on tumblr for a few years, think.. idk, somewhere between 2015 and 2018 (ages 22-25), that I even heard of the term asexuality. But I was also wary of the discourse surrounding it. Saying aces were "basically straight" and so not LGBT+, or how it's just straight people "infiltrating" LGBT spaces.

I had an inkling that maybe it fit me, but I had always thought that the realization would be a "WOW OMG THAT'S ME!!!" moment, but it wasn't. It was quiet, and frightened, because what if I was wrong? I was one of the few cishet people in my friend groups and I didn't want to mistake FOMO for something it wasn't. I didn't want it to feel like I was "making myself" queer on a technicality just to "fit in". What if what the a-phobes/exclusionists said was right, and at best I wouldn't be taken seriously, or at worst my friends would think less of me/ostracize me? (I didn't know at the time that a lot of my friends were actually some flavor of ace, too)

At some point between 2018 and 2021, between the ages of 25-28, I expressed that fear on a now-deleted sideblog, and several friends offered encouragement. They assured me that even if I ended up being wrong, a label is just a label, it can be tried out and changed, and they wouldn't think less of me for it. So I started calling and considering myself asexual.

And then I learned about the term Aegosexual under the Ace umbrella, and that was an "Omg it's ME" moment.

I'll be 31 in June and I've never felt more sure of myself about being asexual. And maybe I'm Aro, too, and I just don't know it. It doesn't feel as personally important for me to identify with as being Ace was.

I'm glad younger people have easy access to these terms to figure it out earlier in life, because trying to figure it out as an adult while discourse around it was at its peak really sucked.

storytime invitation?? i guess thats what youd call it

how did you know you were aromantic/asexual/aroace?

i knew i was ace from the moment i learned what sex was, like ummm!!! you can keep that to yourself actually

[slowpoke-fics]

Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.

[isthataneren]

hugs ~ hcs

a/n: deep down, once you get past the overwhelming anxiety involving affection, all I really want to do is hug people 

∫ summary: you love hugging. a lot. how would the bakusquad react?

∫ pairings: bakusquad(individual) x crush!reader

∫ warnings: none, fluffy fluff

Bakugou Katsuki:

Sitting in the common room with the others Bakugou was grumpy

All he wanted to do was go to his room and not talk to anybody for the rest of the day; well, the only exception being you

But he couldn’t just single you out from the rest of the losers he hangs out with

That would make it too obvious that he feels a little different towards you than he does them

It’s definitely not a crush though

Yeah sure whatever you say

So he just is forced to sit through another insufferable game that the others are playing because he’s hoping to at least see you before he high tails it to his room for the rest of the day

They forced him to play a round of Mario Kart but after he almost breaks the tv they decide it’s best to let him just spectate

Except he’s on his phone so he’s not paying attention

Which is precisely why he didn’t see you enter the room until he heard Mina squeal as you plopped down on her lap

“Hey! you know I love your hugs but I’m on my last lap. Go sit on Bakugou! He won’t mind”

“Like hell I won’t!”

He wouldn’t

But he had to keep up the facade

That didn’t last for long though

You shuffled your way over to him, standing and pouting slightly waiting for him to consent

Good god that cute face is going to be the death of him

Sighing, he just uncrossed his arms and opened them slightly

You brightened up at the invitation, not actually have expected for him to do it

Without waiting for him to take the offer back you climbed into his lap, wrapping your legs and arms around him

Stiffly put his arms around you

After a minute he relaxes a little, running his hand down your back once before securing it around your waist

You sigh into his neck

“Thank you”

He just grunts in return

Doesn’t want to admit it but he likes it more than he thought he would

Won’t want you to do it in public again though

He never heard the end of the squad’s teasing

Kirishima Eijiro:

Loves it

Though it does catch him off guard

Especially when you do it in public

So he was out with you and his friends

And they were currently getting food and left you two alone together

Definitely on purpose on Mina’s part

You were playing on your phone next to him while he was just admiring you with a big smile on his face

How were you so cute??

He felt so lucky to be able to know you, even if you weren’t dating yet

Totally didn’t notice that you noticed that he was staring at you

You took the opportunity to put your phone aside and turn to him

Blushes when he realized he was caught

“Can I hug you?”

The questions takes him off guard for a moment

“Hug me?”

You nod enthusiastically

His heart melts at your smile

Once he shakes out of his stupor, he grins brightly

“Of course!”

Within a second you were hugging

It was a little awkward with you both sitting but you made it work

His arms loosely wrapped around your waist as your arms did the same

His head rested on top of yours

It was a sweet hug

Not too tight or too loose

You were both so caught up in your own little blissful worlds that you didn’t even realize when the others showed back up

“AWWW! Man, they’re so cute!”

You both sprang apart, cheeks hot with embarrassment 

“Kaminari! You scared them!” 

“Sorry dude”

Kiri sighs before smiling softly at you

Maybe next time he can hold you for a little longer

Kaminari Denki:

You were worried about a test that was due to take place the following day

Mina assured you that you would do fine but you were still worried

Kaminari jumped in to support, telling you that as long as you did better than him, you would be fine

This caused you to uno reverse and start saying supportive things back to him

It became a competition on who could be more enthusiastic about the test

You both did a review together that night, seeing as you convinced him to do a last minute study session in preparation

Later on the next day you were waiting for the results from the test that you took, head swimming with anticipation

When you finally got your grade back your eyes widened and you looked at Kaminari, who was already looking at you with the same expression

“We passed!!!”

Next thing he knew, a weight slammed into him

kaminari.exe has stopped functioning

Did his crush, whom he is always trying to get attention from, just hug him???

Is this real??

All thoughts of the test flew out of his mind as he blanked 

It took him almost a solid minute to realize that his arms had wrapped around you subconsciously and that you were rambling about how well he did

He snapped out of his stupor and squeezed you tightly

“You did really well too! Don’t give me all the credit.”

Tries to act nonchalant but fails miserably

His face is red but he's smiling goofily

When you pull away he already is counting down the minutes until you hug him again

Mina Ashido: 

Yes yes yes

She loves affection, so when you are even slightly affectionate she wants to combust

You both were in her room doing your homework together so you could watch a movie after you were finished

She was already itching to wrap you in a hug but she wanted to at least finish some of her homework beforehand

Since you told her that she couldn’t hug you until she did

Pouting but trying her best

Once she got five questions right without a mistake you pulled her into a quick hug

Now she was really craving a cuddle

It felt like she had a mountain of work left but she pushed on as best as she could, thoughts of cuddling for the rest of the night kept her energized

Finally, finally she finished her work and was practically dragging you to her bed for snuggles

You barely got the movie turned on before she wrapped every possible limb around you, head buried in your chest

Can’t believe that she was able to make it that long without affection tbh

So dramatic

Granted, you were also surprised you could suppress it too

Considering Mina is great at hugs

They’re quite addicting

Alas, I digress

Seeing as you couldn’t move very well, you couldn’t return the love that you were receiving

“Uhh Mina?”

She hummed happily against your chest

“I want to cuddle you too”

“Huh?”

She realized the position that you were in

“Oh! Whoops”

Releasing her hold on you slightly, she moved a little to the side to make it more comfortable for you to wrap your arms around her, burying your face in her hair

She couldn’t be any more happy than this

Well, she would be if she could give you kisses too

But she’ll have to save that for later ;)

Sero Hanta: 

Happy baby

But also a little shy (just a little tho)

It was break time between classes and he was standing in the hallway next to the vending machine, talking to his friends

There was only a couple minutes left before he had to get back to class but he was making the most of it

It had been a pretty chill week for everyone, all things considering

No villains, no tests

Just normal school stuff plus hero training

Everyone was quite relieved about that

The only thing is Sero hasn’t seen you in a while

Usually you hang out with Mina so, in extension, the rest of the squad as well

But you’ve been gone the last week on a trip with your relatives 

You got back two days before but he only saw you in class since you had to do extra stuff to make up work

It seems that you finally got a break, though

He felt arms wind around his waist, a body pressing close to his side

Startled, he looks at the person only to recognize them immediately 

You tucked yourself against him, face pressed into his neck

He could physically feel the tension leaving your body as you relaxed against him

Smiling, he wound an arm around your waist, pulling you a little in front of him before wrapping his other arm around you

“How was your week?”

You groaned

“Don’t get me started”

He chuckled lightly before going back to the conversation he was having, rubbing your back softly

Kirishima didn’t say anything, just smiled and continued talking to Sero

Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, who, if you squinted close enough, had a faint blush on his cheeks

So maybe he was a little flustered at the sudden PDA

But he cherished every moment with you

So he didn’t mind 

He only hoped he could work up the courage to properly ask you out sometime in the future