#and she was like oh yeah!! same!! i feel like everyone has art i recognized but no one knows mine' and this was after we had been talking

[kookwashere]

Can we get over it?

Summary: You and Jungkook grew up together, you ate from the same lunch box, rode the same bus, cried on each others shoulders, until his new girlfriend came in between you two and you both got into an argument and began to hate each other, but can you guys just get over it?

Warning: Contains fluff (my baby 😭), smut (yeehaw bois) oral (f&m), soft AND rough sex, riding, OC is a virgin, Jungkook is experienced but still gentle with OC, breeding kink, petnames (Baby, my love) language (Obviously) Aftercare, smut with very little plot 😋 This is my first ff so please don't expect it to be good 😔

Pain. That's what I felt as I laid in bed, curled in a ball, with dark chocolate and a heating pad on my stomach.

I didn't feel like going to school today, why? Well, what a very "lucky" day to be a woman, right? This period seems to be worse than some of the other ones i've had.

I groaned in pain as the cramps kept pulsing in pain, it felt like a knife was in my uterus and it was being twisted.

I managed to pick up my phone from my nightstand, I got a text from my friend Eunhye.

Eunhye: gurl u good?

Me: hell no, cramps 🤧

Eunhye: aw im sorry, anything i can do for u?

Me: no, it's ok, did you finish the project for art?

Me: it's due soon

Eunhye: uhhh abt that...

Me: wat?

Eunhye: jungkook is in our group 😭 but don't get mad at me!! i tried to tell the teacher to switch him out

Me: r u fr.

Me: time to switch out of that class

Eunhye: listen, maybe it's not the worst thing, i mean, he is a good artist? it could get us a decent grade

Me: yea but it's HIM and that's the problem

Eunhye: just pls give it a try, why can't yall js get over it?

Me: i wish it was that easy, i gotta go eunnie, love ya

Eunhye: ttyl girl, love u lots

You sighed as you put your phone down, maybe you should just sleep, you got tucked in your burrito blanket and fell into an abyss of darkness.

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"Hey ____" You sighed and looked up, immediately recognizing the voice. "What is it, Jungkook?" You looked back down at your paper, trying to ignore him. "Why weren't you here yesterday?" He pulled out the chair to take a seat next to you.

"Why does it matter to you?" You said and rolled your eyes mentally "I'm just curious, calm down girl," He chuckled "You know, it's cute when you are annoyed." He smiled a bit, "Jungkook? Where's your girlfriend?" You started to become flustered so you changed the topic

"Oh, we broke up." Your jaw dropped, Mimi and Jungkook were basically like the golden couple, the couple that everyone wanted to be, they were like in love with each other, what happened?

"You and Mimi broke up? Why?" You put your pencil down, now stopping your work to listen. "She was just to controlling, she didn't even let me hangout with any other girls, I couldn't do it, plus, there are plenty other girls that are way better than her in this school." He explained, "Oh yeah? Like who" You said and crossed your arms looking at him. "Hm, well," He looked up thinking while leaning back and crossing his arms too "Bomi's pretty hot, so her...Your friend Hannie, and well..." He put up fingers naming the girls and then paused, "Well.." He chuckled once again "You."

"H-huh? Me? What?? Why?" You were shocked "Calm down, ___. You are just...like the perfect girlfriend, I mean, you are smart, you have a good sense of humor, you are drop dead gorgeous, what else can I say?" He smiled to himself, looking down.

"I-I'm what? Gorgeous?" You turned away, flustered again. "Have you seen yourself, ___? Every boy in this school wants you are has wanted you, no exceptions." You felt your breathing getting faster, as well as your heart beat. "Every boy...does that mean you too?" You whispered, he went silent and looked down "I have to go now, bye loser" He teased you and smiled.

"Why can't we just get over it?" You mumbled under your breath, playing with your fingers.

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Okay, okay, Jungkook is coming over today for the project, Jeon Jungkook, my enemy, my first crush, my only crush.

I wish Eunhye was here but she got the cold, fuck you cold weather.

You were getting a snack and then you heard the door knock, you took in a deep breath and opened the door, seeing one of the most handsome man you have ever seen.

"Hi, Jungkook."

"Hello, ____."

"Come in, it's cold outside," You moved out of the way so he could come in, "Ah, so you do care about me." He smiled "Shut up or i'll lock you out instead." You closed the door.

"Where are your parents?" He asked while taking his jacket and shoes off "Out of town, my aunt died so they are at her funeral." You said while getting everything ready "I'm sorry for your loss, why aren't you there with them?" You sat down next to him on your bed "I wasn't very close with my aunt, I didn't know her that well.." You said and played with your fingers again

Jungkook went quiet, we both sat in silence for what felt like forever. "____, that fight that we had that night, I never wanted that to happen, you were the only good thing in my life and I just let you go." He was still looking away from you, you looked up at him. "Then why? You knew what she was doing to me, and still, you always picked her...it's like I didn't even exist to you anymore or I was just a burden in your life." He finally looked up at you too, looking in your eyes.

"You never have, never was, and never will be a burden in my life...I guess I was just scared." He laughed at himself. "It's silly, I know..." You licked your lips "Scared of what, Jungkook?" You scooted closer to him. He took a deep breath in and out, "I was scared of my feelings, I mean, fuck. You were the most beautiful, caring, funny, smart girl I have met, I guess I was scared I couldn't ever admit my feelings for you..." Your eyes widened "____, I don't hate you, if anything, those feelings never changed, I don't like you anymore, I love you, I'm sorry if that was sudden but I-" You cut him off.

"I love you too, Jungkook."

"You what?" His jaw was dropped "I said I love you too, I don't care if it sounds selfish but you don't know how long i've been waiting for you two to break up." You giggled a bit "I've liked you sense we were kids Kook," You smiled at him "I really really-" This time it has his turn to cut you off, but not with words, his lips were tangled with yours, one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your waist.

"You don't even know how long I have wanted to do that..." He whispered and pulled you into a kiss again.

The kiss got more intense and he pushed you down onto the mattress and came above you"

"Mmh" He groaned into the kiss and pulled away, "Do you..do you want to?" He asked still hovering above you. You nodded and pulled him back down to kiss.

He started unbuttoning your blouse as you guys were kissing, you sat up to let him slide it off, then he pulled away from the kiss to slide the shirt over his head.

"Can I?" His fingers fiddled over the top of your panties "Yes." You whispered softly

You lifted your bottom up off the bed so he can pull your panties off, he threw them somewhere across the room, and let his fingers slide all over your body to your back, he undid your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders.

He takes a moment, taking in a deep breath, eyes scanning over your body, taking it in "Fuck, you're so beautiful...most beautiful girl in the whole world, my pretty baby..." He rubbed his hands on your legs, brining your feet up on his shoulder, he gave a soft gentle kiss against your foot and set it down

"Jungkook..." You whined "What is it baby? How do you want me? Hm?" His eyes still taking your beautiful frame in

"I want you here..." Your hand resting ever so gently over your mid section. "I'll get there my love, just be patient." He said while kissing down your thighs, going in a zigzag line between each thigh until his mouth was over your pussy.

With one lick against your clit, you developed goosebumps over your body "Kook- Mmh" You moaned softly.

His long tongue went over your clit, kissing, licking, sucking, with his mouth over your clit, he shook his head side to side to get you closer to your high.

"Kookie...I-I'm gonna...mmm- cum.." You said and gripped his hair "Yeah? let go for me baby, cum all over my face, you can do it baby, let go..." He mumbled, sending vibrations through your whole body starting on your mid section.

You released over his face, wetting it, soaking your bed sheets. "Good job baby, good girl..." He whispered while coming back up to kiss you so you can taste yourself.

"Jungkook, I want to help you too." You said softly. "Baby...you really don't have to, it's okay." He looked down at you

"No, I want too. Please?" You pleaded "Fuck, alright, yeah." He breathed out

He layed on his back, head resting against the pillows, you kissed down his chest, defined abs and toned body, reaching his jeans, sliding them off, then the exact same with his boxers, his cock hard and leaky, veins running his big length.

"Can you take it baby?" He asked teasingly "You know I can." You whispered before grabbing his length in your small hand. "Mmm, oh fuck...s-shit..." He moaned gently.

Jungkook was very vocal in bed, sometimes when he had girls over you could hear him, sometimes even louder than the girl, that was very rare though.

"A-ahh, baby, can you take it in your mouth? Please...I need it.." He whined, you slowly enveloped his cock with your mouth, gagging noises filled the room, your eyes getting teary.

"Oh my god...like that babygirl..." He tilted his head back, your hands caressed his balls and he whined at that, moving your head faster with his hand.

"B-baby, I need to cum...where c-can I?" He stuttered because he was about to see stars. You didn't answer so he presumed down your mouth, and he was right.

"O-oh yeah...shit! Oh my fucking god baby..." He cummed down you're throat, you tasted the salty liquid and swallowed it like the good girl you are for him.

"Can I fuck you now? Please.." He practically was begging "Yes, take me, im all yours Kook." You layed your back on the mattress again.

He put hands on each of your knees, slowly spreading your legs apart, seeing your pink pussy dripping with need for him, that only he could make happen.

"You are all mine, my girl, my princess, my pretty baby, my little cum slut." He said while looking down at your cunt, giving it a slap, making you jolt.

"Can I put it in now baby? I'll go slow...I promise." He said and grabbed his shaft in his hand "Yes, oh god please Jungkook."

He moved his hand up and down, getting on his knees while the top of his hand was filled with his pre-cum that had leaked out.

He slowly slide in with easily, your wetness helping both you and him to feel more comfortable. "I-Is this okay?" His breathing quickened and you nodded.

"I-I'm gonna move now, okay baby?" He slowly moved his hip back so only the tip stayed in, then slowly pushed it forward, you were already addicted to the feeling it gave you, and he felt the same way.

"Fuck, you're so tight...such a good fit for my fat cock." He breathed out, face stuffed in your shoulder and neck.

He started slow at first then started going faster, the headboard was rocking against the wall, you were pretty sure you were going to receive noise complaints.

"Ride me." He said out of breath. You winced when he pulled out and flipped you on top of him, he helped you guide him in and you sunk down, moaning loudly and throwing your head back.

"Come on babygirl, show your boyfriend what a good girl you are...only for me, no one else." You slowly moved up and down, gaining a steady rhythm, his hands were all over your body, your ass, waist, hips, your breasts that were bouncing right in front of him.

"That's a good girl, that's a good fucking girl..." He growled out "Nobody in this fucking world gets to have this cunt, just me, just your boyfriend." You whined again "You like that huh?" You nodded fast, still riding him hard, his hands intertwined with yours and you rode him faster.

He threw his head back and his eyebrows furrowed, biting on his bottom lip. "Shit, I think i'm gonna cum baby..." You nodded "I-I am too..." You whimpered feeling a knot in your belly, trying to chase that feeling.

"You gonna let me cum in you? You gonna let me fuck a baby into you? Let you be my baby mama?" He growled and flexed his hips up to meet you in the middle.

"Oh yes! I will Jungkook, take all of me.." You moaned out.

"I-I'm cumming..." He moaned and came inside you, just a few seconds later you came, your legs shaking and back arching.

You rolled off of him, onto the side right by him, and he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your forehead and got up to clean the mess. When he was done he joined you back in bed and cuddled you.

"Fuck, that was amazing, you're amazing.." He whispered while playing with your hair "Thank you Kook, the feelings mutual." You giggled

"I love you so much, ____, words can't even describe it." He whispered "I love you too, Jungkook." You smiled, and he smiled back sighing contently, but also while wondering,

"Why couldn't we just get over it?"

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[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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🪡Chapter Seven: Snacks

Megumi turns around to see you heading in his direction. You give a wave causing him to smile and wave back. “Hey, it’s so nice to finally properly meet you!” you greeted. “Same here.”

You two continued walking until finally entering the building. “So, Gojo’s your teacher right?” he questioned. “Yeah, people think he’s annoying cause of his attitude, but personally I think it’s way better than if we had some old man yelling at us or someone who just sat there.” Megumi hummed in response. “Yeah, i get it, but after you’ve known him for so long he gets on your nerves a lot.” You smiled at him, “You know him personally?” He shrugged, “Family friend.”

You two continued your way into the small lobby entrance built into the building. Building 7 was the studio building, so there were other art majors around. Utahime’s studio was right below Gojo’s. Apparently they originally had them next to each other but Utahime begged to get swapped down a whole floor due to Gojo’s antics. Now they remodeled the room next to it to be a film studio where some of Suguru Geto’s classes take place. You know that due to running into Yuta and Sukuna on occasions.

“Can I carry that for you?” Megumi asked. Currently the elevator for the building was under repair, so you guys had made your way to the stairs. In your hand was a small tub, not really a bother to carry, it had small supplies like needles, bobbins, measuring tape, and probably other detail things you had thrown in there the night before. “Oh it’s fine, it’s not that much.” “You’ve got your bag already, i’d feel bad if I didn’t help out a little.” Granted the bag was mostly for personal things, sketchbook and a few fabric samples you had been thinking of showing to your teacher for an opinion, but deciding to give into his request you gave Megumi the okay. “Thanks I really appreciate it.” “No problem at all.”

Once you guys had walked into the room, you went to set your stuff down at a table, still a few minutes early, people were be beginning to file in. Gojo wasn’t too strict on time anyway, so some took and extra 5 to arrive. Nobara was already there, at the closest table to you, chatting with a girl you recognized as Akari, one of her models. You started to organize your things, seeing that your other friend was currently engrossed in her conversation. “Alright i’m just gonna take some measurements today, you’ll be free to go in less than an hour, shouldn’t take to long-” “Megumi!” You both turned around to see Gojo make his way towards him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “It’s been so long kid! What’s up with that?” You suppressed a laugh at how his expression dropped, and he shrugged off Gojo’s arm. “I’m here for a fitting, please let y/n work.” In reply Gojo just laughed “Okayyy, i’ll leave you to it then!”

“Thanks so much again Megumi, I’m glad I got see you, i’ll let you know when I need you to stop by again.” “Yeah, sure.” He thought about it for a second, and has been thinking about it since you first agreed to meet up. He had wanted to ask if maybe after your class was done you’d like to go out for lunch or something with him. Debating in his head he was about to work up the courage until your name was called. “Y/N??” Turning away from Megumi you saw Yuki standing there near the entrance of the room, though not calling too much attention to herself as everyone was moving around. “Oh, hey Yuki!” With that the blonde girl turned in your direction, holding up a plastic bag with the logo of a local gas station plastered on it. “Heyyyy! So nice to meet you! I don’t know if you’re allowed snacks in here, but I made a quick stop and got you something too. You could save it for later,” She placed her bag on the table, careful not to put it over any of your things. “I got a bunch so I’m sure there’s something you’d like in there.” With that Megumi decided it was probably his cue to head out, seeing as this was probably one of your other models that had arrived for their measuring. “I’m gonna go now, bye y/n, it was nice seeing you.” “Oh, bye Megumi, i’ll see you around!” “See you around.”

Author’s Note: chapter seven!! Yuki was fun to have enter the story, hope you guys enjoyed!!

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[pippytmi]

If you're still accepting prompts #5 for supercorp?? Please.. no pressure.. have a good day!!!

When Kara gets an invitation to Andrea’s latest art gala, her friends all reach an unanimous decision to RSVP “no fucking chance” via every available avenue.

It would have been creative, really, and impressive—that is, if Nia hadn’t gotten banned from the post office as a result. So in the end it was just a nice thought, if a misguided one; really, Kara is used to Andrea’s antics by now. They had broken up two months ago, but Andrea seemed intent on showing off every chance she could that she had moved on. Kara has never accused her of doing it to be cruel, but she has to admit, sometimes she fantasizes about showing up to one of Andrea’s events with someone else to show she has moved on as well. Just, you know, to even the score. (If they were keeping score).

But she shows up dateless all the same, and everyone is still aghast she showed up at all, but Kara has always been a firm believer of taking the high road even if Andrea won’t. And Alex tags along, if only to glower at Andrea any chance she gets, until she gets distracted by a pretty girl at the bar and Kara ends up alone just as she anticipated.

Well, she consoles herself, at least the buffet is always here to keep her company.

“Excuse me,” a sudden voice to her right suddenly interrupts the slow-motion movie in Kara’s head that has focused mostly on cream puffs. “Are you Kara Danvers?”

“Yeah?” Kara adjusts her glasses and squares her shoulders, already prepared to face the person Andrea has sent to be her “greeter”—she has a habit of sending someone to escort Kara to personally come say hi to her and her new girlfriend, as if she’s too busy to come across the room herself.

“I thought I recognized you,” says the stranger before her. “I’m Lena, I’m—”

“Andrea’s friend,” Kara fills in the blanks, slightly stunned. “Hi.” She’d heard about Lena Luthor, the mysterious boarding schoolmate turned actress, but had never met her before.

“I always meant to come introduce myself, but…” Lena trails off, and the unspoken but then Andrea broke up with you remains unsaid. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I came over here, I was…” 

“Curious?” Kara offers, and she feels the corner of her mouth twitch with the effort to withhold a self-pitying laugh. “I know, it’s weird. Here I am, at my ex’s party, just trying to stock up on as much free food as I can. I understand if you want to call security.”

Lena Luthor has a very stoic demeanor which must be a product of practiced professionalism, but when Kara says that, a laugh kind of erupts from her mouth; it’s simultaneously undignified and endearing all at once. “Oh, God, I’m sorry—I just, I have no doubt you don’t want to be here. I know Andrea makes it her mission to flaunt her success to everyone.”

“I guess,” Kara shrugs, “but I could have said no.”

“No, you couldn’t have,” Lena disagrees, and her eyes are undoubtedly searching as they meet Kara’s, her gaze heavy but warm. “I’ve been there, I know what she’s like.”

Kara tugs at the knot of her tie, suddenly wishes it were a bit looser, and then sighs. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “Sometimes I wish I could give her a taste of her own medicine, you know? To—” And then it dawns on her. It’s something Alex would thump her over the head for, and it’s the kind of idea that Nia would wholeheartedly agree on. “Hey. Are you single?”

Lena gives her an odd look. “What?”

“Wait, that’s not what it sounds like,” Kara is quick to assure her. “I meant—if you’re single, and willing, would you maybe want to pretend you’re my girlfriend?”

“Me?” Lena has very green eyes, mesmerizingly green really, and it’s hard for Kara to even form words when they’re trained on her. “That feels kind of…petty.”

Kara deflates. “You’re right,” she mumbles. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Kara, there you are.” Winn, who must be the unfortunate courier of bad news this evening, arrives short of breath. “Andrea wanted me to tell you hi for her. Or, er, she wants me to invite you to…say hi to her? I don’t even know what she’s asking.”

“We do,” Lena cuts in, and before Kara can even blink, there is a hand holding hers, intertwined fingers and all; Lena smiles sideways at her, just about level in her heels, and her smile is so stunningly pretty that Kara can only blink back in response. “Shall we, darling?”

“Um,” Kara says very ineloquently in response, and Winn’s eyes just about pop out of his head. “Okay.”

It is very strange to hold someone’s hand, Kara decides, when you don’t know the person. Lena’s hand is soft and just edging on cold, as if she’d been outside too long before arriving, and all Kara can do is agonize over whether her hand is sweaty.

Andrea is waiting by the orchestra, quite predictably, with her new girlfriend and acting as if she hadn’t expected Kara to walk up to her at all. “Kara, hi,” she says, and normally this is the time she would schmooze and smile without teeth, batting her eyes and stressing how nice it is that Kara could make it. But when she spots Lena—namely, Lena holding Kara’s hand—her smile freezes on her face. “Lena, I didn’t know you were coming. We didn’t see your RSVP.”

Lena tilts her head just so, smiling just bright enough to be polite. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, and lets go of Kara’s hand as if practiced to rest against the lapel of her suit jacket. “Kara’s invite had a plus one, so I assumed I could just come with.”

“Of course,” Andrea says tightly. “Though I must say, I didn’t even know you two knew each other.”

“Well, we have you to thank,” Kara says without even thinking, without even forming a story, and judging by the way Lena’s eyebrows raise she is thinking the same thing. “I was, um, working a shoot and Lena was there and she recognized me, from pictures you showed her? So we started talking. And here we are.” Then, because she’s sure she needs to play up the romance, she slides her own hand against Lena’s waist—a mistake for her own sanity, because Lena is in a quite form-fitting red dress and Kara gets a little too distracted when she looks at it.

“You make us sound so dull,” Lena tuts, and her eyes sparkle with a challenge when Kara looks at her. “She won’t admit it, but she was so tongue-tied when we met. Completely head over heels.”

“Okay but who wouldn’t be?” Kara dares her right back, feeling more brazen, and Lena quirks an eyebrow as if intrigued.

“I thought you were cute too, I suppose,” Lena says, and she sways into Kara’s embrace, which causes Kara’s heart to beat embarrassingly quick. “Even if you almost dropped a backdrop on my head.”

“I apologized for that,” Kara plays along, relieved that Lena’s far better at crafting a story; she has never seen Lena act in anything, but knows she has to be Oscar-worthy for this performance alone.

Andrea pointedly clears her throat. “How nice,” she says flatly, looking annoyed, and Kara had nearly forgotten that she’s here.

“Well great party, Andrea,” Kara says. “And thank you for having us, but we have to run—I promised Lena a dance.”

“Lena doesn’t dance,” Andrea says sharply, but Lena is already nodding along with Kara’s excuse.

“What can I say,” Lena says cheerfully, “she brings out the dancer in me.”

Kara has to pretend to cough, then, because that is such an awful line, and Lena pinches her wrist when no one is looking, and really it’s a miracle they manage to get away before Andrea realizes this is all a ruse. In fact, the instant they’re back at the buffet, they exchange a single look and immediately burst into laughter.

“Thank you, for that,” Kara says afterwards, shyly taking a step back when she notices she’s still lingering too close.

“It was your idea, I just brought it to life,” Lena says. “Though you really had me digging for my improv notes, because your storytelling leaves a lot to be desired.”

“I tend to think before I speak sometimes,” Kara admits sheepishly. “Which, uh, I’m sorry about. You know, because the dancing thing…” She pauses. “You don’t have to dance with me though. I’ll just pretend I got an urgent call or something, and Winn can pass on the message that I left.”

“You forget that I’m your date for the evening, now,” Lena warns. “If you leave I’m practically obligated to leave with you.”

“Right, I didn’t think of that.” And with Lena staring back at her, her expression soft and curious, Kara feels brave again. “Well…do you drink coffee?”

“I do,” Lena says, angling just a bit closer, and Kara smiles.

“I know a great coffee shop in the area,” she says. “And they don’t care if we show up looking like this.”

“Are you asking me on an actual date?” Lena bites her bottom lip just coyly enough that Kara knows she’s not opposed to the suggestion, which is what prompts her to respond,

“Yes,” without so much as a pause. “And I can promise I won’t almost-drop anything on your head in this scenario.”

“Well I’d hope so,” Lena says, and Kara laughs, and really it’s the strangest outcome that Kara could have never anticipated. And yeah, it’s as awkward as any first date already, Kara blushing too much and Lena fiddling with her hands as they walk, but—it’s also just about the best night of Kara’s life.

“So why didn’t you RSVP?” Kara thinks to ask, just as they reach the front door, and Lena scrunches her nose in confusion.

“I told my assistant to RSVP for me, I’m not sure what happened,” she says. “I saw her leave to the post office myself.”

“Oh,” Kara says, grimacing. “That wouldn’t have been the one off of 37th street, would it?”

“Yes, actually. How’d you know?”

Kara thinks of Nia’s ban, and the fact that letters are oh-so-flammable, and just shakes her head. “Let’s just say it’s never arriving,” she says, and Lena gives her a confused look, but Kara reaches for her hand again and then everything else kind of fades away.

(Even Alex—who they pass on the way outside—and her shout of, “Kara, what the fuck,” melts into the symphony of car honks and police sirens and shouts of passerby as Kara and Lena disappear into the cool night air).

#ok so i wasnt taking prompts but! anon ...i could not resist for u <3 #💖💖💖 #supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #this is for 'my ex is always putting their new partner in my face and to show everyone how absolutely unbothered I am by that #-i get someone i can show off myself' #did this take me forever? yes i am sorely out of practice #ive been glued to my christmas fic for months its hard to do anything else lol

[princesseevee06]

hello bestie i was wondering if you could give us a lil more info on ytr nao? im interested in how she functions in mishima’s role. apologies if you already discussed this in another post i have the memory of a large stone or perhaps a clod of dirt

hi bestie!!!! i am happy to expand on ytr nao i love her :D i just haven’t talked about her much because she uh. Dies pretty quickly but she is there and she is lovely!!!

so my main idea for her took inspiration from one of the ytts endings (do not take my word for it i only have a very vague idea of what happens since i’ve never played ytts) where it shows like a grown-up nao who’s become an art teacher. i really wanted to borrow this idea because i found it so interesting :< so she still acts similar to her canon self she’s just a bit older and more mature. i’d like to imagine she’s just starting out as a teacher and so she’s got those first-day-on-the-job nerves and then gets. Goddamn kidnapped

also nao is a candidate in this au so that’s an important note! the girlie was Supposed to be kidnapped this time

one of the most important scenes containing nao in this au is that in place of mishima comforting kanna, nao comforts kugie here. it’s a bit different: she doesn’t lie about her not being able to save kanna (mostly cause that’s not in her personality and because kugie like 99% would not believe that) but instead she focuses on the time kugie and kanna spent together. basically she says something to the effect of: just like how kugie would be there to support kanna whenever she was upset, everyone else wants to be there for kugie because something so awful has happened to her. nao recognizes that she’s a complete stranger to kugie, but she also doesn’t want to sit idly while kugie grieves her sister. this really touches kugie, and for the first time she feels comfortable to show some vulnerability around the other participants.

(there’s also the parallel of when kugie says this same type of thing to comfort ryoko later on ;-;)

oh……..and the second trial. poor nao, who the heck would even vote for her? well-

mishima still suggests to nao that they should vote for each other, hoping to protect his former student when he actually votes for himself. BUT instead of blindly voting for him like he asked, nao also considers: couldn’t it be dangerous if professor mishima gets the most votes? and because she doesn’t want to endanger HIM, SHE ALSO JUST. VOTES FOR HERSELF. THEY BOTH VOTE FOR THEMSELVES 😭

meanwhile, on the other side of the room, there is one person who already knows how the second trial works. our favorite little sou hiyori. he’s ran ai tests countless times, he’s seen this play out. nao votes for mishima, mishima votes for mishima. and he assumes the same will happen here. so he thinks: it would be boring and meaningless for a death to happen here so quickly, i’ll just tie the votes. so thinking there’s no way he could possibly be incorrect, he tells shin to vote for nao and also does so himself.

but….the AIs are outdated here. and this death game is strangely…different. so nao ends up receiving those three votes, and yeah she uh. Uhh. Uh <.<

that isn’t the “last” we see of nao though!!! there’s still the nao ai on the third floor and she’s an absolute sweetheart. but man, nao’s death makes mishima feel so guilty. he feels like he failed in his duty to keep her safe, and he’s devastated about it. but this is a nao post not a mishima post so i will talk more about him another time

tbh, this post is making me realize how many times i’ve put in a scenario where a character doing something selfless/doing something out of love ends up dooming them, but it’s also SO important to their character that they choose that option anyways. like for example, if nao here listened to mishima she would’ve survived, but it’s also important to show her growth in not just wanting to find security in others, but wanting to BE that security for other people and keep them safe.

#my AU makes me so sad. #princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #nao egokoro

[lollytea]

Do you think any of Toh's characters will die? Like for example Hunter, Eda, Lilith or Raine

Honestly? No. I don't believe any of them are going to die. I'm almost certain of it. I mean, Belos is absolutely getting slaughtered and it's possible some side characters will be offed but characters like the main kids, Eda, Lilith and Raine, absolutely not. There is no way. Because I just don't think any of those deaths would be narratively satisfying.

There's a ton of reason why I don't think Eda will die, like how she's struggled through so much already. Her breakup with Raine, hurting her father, her estrangement from her sister. All direct results of her curse. But now? She has made great strides in embracing the owlbeast as a part of her, she's reunited with Raine, she's reconciled with Dell, she's adopted King as her son. Eda's arc has gradually branched out into a series of open paths, of things she had once lost finally being possible for her again. Like her story is not complete, its just finally turning in a more postive direction for her. Such a hopeful culmination of things is not gonna lead to her being killed off in the end.

Not to mention that Luz, Eda and King are the heart and soul of this show. It's always gonna come down to the three of them. So wouldn't it just feel wrong if, after everything they've been through together, they don't all come out of this alive? And if Eda dies, how would that effect them? Those kids would never ever be the same. That wouldn't feel right either, would it? A terrible ending for Eda is a terrible ending for them too because their stories are all intertwined. Like c'mon haven't they done ENOUGH to King? Now they gonna turn him into an orphan? Nah.

I suppose I could picture Lilith being the one to die but also I dont think she will. I'd find it a lot more tangible if it weren't for the season 1 finale. Lilith has already made her sacrifice, in sharing half the burden of Eda's curse. And then in Titan Where Art Thou, its shown that she's only now beginning to recognize the deep rooted effects of her cult indoctrination and the idea of therapy is tossed around.

Lilith is nowhere near full recovery. She still has so much left to learn. So I feel like the most logical and poignant ending for her would be to move on with her new historian life, begin to understand the extent of her trauma and learn to forgive herself, all while holding on to the consequence of her actions, as the owlbeast inside her will always be a reminder. Forgive but not forget. However, I do think Lilith will have an important role to play in the finale, probably for Eda's sake. I don't think Lilith will die but I'm pretty sure she's gonna put her life on the line.

There is so much about Raine that screams possible death, considering how they've dedicated themself to this rebellion and are willing to do anything to achieve their goal. Raine definitely has Selfless Hero Who Dies For A Cause vibes. But my main reason for believing that Raine will survive is like. You know Dana Terrace was treated like shit by Disney because of her efforts to include LGBT characters and relationships in her show, something that most likely led to them inevitably pulling the plug on it. So like. You really think she's gonna look at Raine, the first explicitly nonbinary character on Disney Channel and say "Yeah I'm gonna kill them." Get outta here. I absolutely do not believe in that "lgbt people should tell stories of lgbt characters having happy endings for the sake of being good representation." Idea at all. But like. In this case? It is a show for children. Raine's relationship with Eda is absolutely groundbreaking and I think Dana and the crew understand the impact a happy healthy bi trans relationship would be for kids to see.

Hunter? Like OH MY GOD. Hunter's death would be such godawful writing that I'm reeling just thinking about it. Remember the build up to Hollow Mind airing? Everyone was dreading it. We were SCARED because we knew what was going to happen. We knew Hunter was going to learn the truth. But like. Truthfully we were all shaking with excitement. We wanted this. We all knew that this was something Hunter needed to know, we understood that it was crucial to his story. And it absolutely tore everyone's heart out but it was a cathartic kind of tragedy, wasn't it? It wasn't just hurting Hunter for the hell of it. Hollow Mind meant something.

Would killing Hunter mean anything? Like anything at all? Ever since Hunting Palismen, it has been repeatedly established who Hunter is. A severely mistreated and brainwashed boy. But there was always so much hope for him. He was never perceived as a villain who needed a redemption arc, just an abused, love starved kid who needed someone to care about him. He has always wanted a future, he has always wanted to live.

What message would we learn from Hunter dying? That ultimately there was never any point in him attempting to escape his terrible life and build a new happy one from scratch because In the end, despite all his efforts to live, his abuser kills him? That Hunter was never supposed to break this violent cycle of grimwalkers and was always destined to meet the same fate? That his whole story was all for nothing? Man that sounds like an extremely shitty and cynical ending after everything he's gone through.

I think, at its core, Owl House has always been a story about family, hope, healing and deciding your own fate. All of the characters mentioned here have one or more of these themes woven into their arcs. I don't think killing any of them off would be in the spirit of what the show represents and I absolutely do not believe that TOH crew are going to take them away from us.

#watch mattholomule get shanked in cold blood this saturday and i look like a complete idiot

[izzy4davis]

Malfoy Triplets Story - Chapter 1

No one's POV

Rubble from the castle was everywhere, and so were many students, and the Triplets ran through the castle dodging spells. "Flipendo!" Samantha said, causing one of the death eaters to fly back. "Look out!" Someone yelled, and everything went black.

Well, you might be wondering how the fuck we got here. Well let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/N POV

"So who do you think is the new professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?" Astoria asked. "Who knows," I say, looking out the window. "Didn't Snape want to teach the class?" Blaise asked. "Yeah, Dumbledore would never let him," Samantha says as she closes her book. "Did you hear Sirius black escaped Askaban?" Pansy says, hurrying into the compartment we were in holding the daily profit. "Hope he goes after Potter," Draco mumbled. I rolled my eyes and smiled. I could hear Blaise snicker at his remark. "Just admit you like him already," Samantha said to him. "Shut it, Sammy." He snapped at her. "What all you ever do is talk about Potter," She says back.

"She has a point," Astoria says. He groans and gets up. "Oh, come on, Draco," Pansy says to him. "They were only joking," I add. They all mumble in agreement. "I'm going to the trolly. What anything?" He says to us. We told him what we wanted and handed him money for it.

Mini Time Skip

"My stomach hurts." Samantha groaned. "Same," Pansy said. "We told you not to get more chocolate frogs," Blaise said to them as they held their stomachs. "I know, but like chocolate frogs are good," Pansy said. "Well, if you excuse me, I'm going to the restroom because I don't feel so good," Pansy said, getting up. "I'm going with," Samantha says, getting up. "If you see Astoria out there, tell her to get me chocolate," Draco says. "No, get it yourself." Pansy and Samantha say. "Sammy Pansy."

"Draco"

As soon as they opened the door train suddenly stopped with a loud squeaking noise from the tires. "No way we are back yet," Astoria said as she came out of know where. "Where have you been?" Blaise and I asked. "Talking to my sister." She responds and sits across from Draco. The train shook, and then the lights went out. "What's going on?" Draco asked. "I don't know," Blaise says. "Maybe we've broken down," I added. The train shook a couple more times, and we gasped. "It's freezing." hear Pansy say in the dark. Ice started to spread over the glass windows. The train shook once more, and then we saw a figure slowly come into view. I immediately recognized it.

"A dementor." I hear Astoria whisper. I could feel myself tense up and hold my breath. It slowly opened the door and looked at us. It was there for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute. But as slowly it came, it left.

The lights soon flickered back on, and the train started up and continued on our course to Hogwarts. I let out a sigh of relief and looked around at everyone. Draco looked freaked, and Astoria had her hand over her face, which she slowly brought away from. Blaise had his eyes closed. And well, Pansy and Samantha were holding hands and with a look of fear all over their faces. But not too long after the shock wore off of us all Pansy and Samantha quickly let go of each other's hands and looked opposite ways from each other like nothing happened. But I could see both their cheeks slightly red.

Time Skip

I sat at the Slytherin table with my brother and sister as we waited for Dumbledore's speech. It was the start of our third year, and we were excited to finally go to Hogsmeade this year. Mostly because we actually could go without getting into trouble for sneaking out to go.

Dumbledore came up to the podium after the frog choir's performance and said, "Welcome welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast."

"What the hell is befuddled?" I whispered to my siblings. Draco shrugged, and then we both looked at Samantha. "Why are you looking at me?" "What does that word mean?" Draco whispered to her. "Sorry dumbasses I don't know. I may get my head in a book frequently, but I've never heard that word before." She whispered to us. "Who you calling a dumbass, dumbass?" I say. "You stupid." She says back. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "Don't start, please," Pansy says. "I want to eat for once and not have a food fight like the last feast." She adds. "That was fun." Samantha and I say. "It was until I almost died." Draco says "Oh you are so dramatic, Draco." I say. "You just fell," Samantha says.

"First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor RJ Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor."

All the students and teachers clapped. As soon as the clapping was worn down, Draco turned around to Harry and said in a quiet voice, "Potter. Potter!"

Harry and Ron turned around, and Draco continued, "Is it true you fainted?" One of Draco's friends was mocking him and pretending to faint. "I mean, you actually fainted," Draco said with a smile. "Shove off Malfoy," Ron said to him. "Draco, you have no right to poke fun at him when all of us were terrified," I say quietly to him. "Yeah, yeah," he says, brushing me off.

"Our Care for Magical creatures teachers for many years has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs," Dumbledore says. "Wow," Blaise said. "Not ready for that class." He says quietly. "Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place has been taken by none other than one of our own. Rubeus Hagrid." More clapping ensued, and a lot came from the Gryffindor table, and Dumbledore continued. "Finally, on a more describing note at the request of the Ministry of Magic Hogwarts until further notice will play host to the Dementors of Azkaban." I could hear quiet groans from my friends and some students quietly talking to each other. "Until such a time, Sirius Black is captured the Dementors will be stationed at every entrance of the grounds. Now, while I've been assured that their presence will not disturb our day-to-day activities, a word of caution, Dementors, vicious creatures will not distinguish the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you."

"Oh, that doesn't help my nerves at all," Astoria says. I sighed and just tuned out whatever Dumbledore said for the time he stood at the podium. Soon, he finished his speech and announcements the feast began. I eventually pushed the whole Dementor thing behind me and started to eat. I picked up my (favorite food) and started to eat it. Not long after I served myself what I wanted, I saw a hand quickly reach over to my plate and take some food. I knew exactly who it was and slapped the food out of his hand. "Not today, Zabini!" I say. "Hey! I was going to eat that." "Now neither of us can eat it." "You're mean." "You suck. Serve yourself a plate, Blaise, " I say with a smile. "But why? It's super easy and convenient if I just take it from you." He says, smiling back. "Oh, I'm sure it is."

#the malfoys #draco malfoy #hogwarts x reader #blaise x reader #blaise zabini #x reader

[hecatemoon87]

Charles Bronson - Art Teacher (AU)

Ch. 1 - Big Dick Energy

It was a sunny afternoon toward the end of August. My friend Nora and I were sitting in the community center, participating in a seven week art course. The teacher, a renowned artist who called himself Charles Bronson, was volunteering his services. Well, rumor had it that he had gotten in a bit of trouble with the law. Him teaching this class was part of his community service, but the students only spoke about it behind his back. He was a man with a quick temper and was rather blunt in his criticism, so no one particularly liked to upset him. 

The class had originally started with twenty-eight students. All that remained by the sixth week of the course was seven. Nora and I had watched him make both women and men cry. I always stood up for those students, telling Charles he was out of line and that he needed to apologize. He would either ignore me or he and I would get into a shouting match. He would tell me to mind my own business and I would tell him he was a brute. Yet, still I remained in his class. And little did I know, he was actually amused by my overprotectiveness for the others. He liked how I was a challenge and that I didn’t break down crying when he critiqued my work. His high standards actually helped me improve myself, but I didn’t fully recognize that. 

One day in class, Charles was stalking the room, glancing over each student’s easel. Muttering comments of disapproval. He came up behind Nora’s easel and clicked his tongue. He held up an arm, pointed and said, “What the bloody hell is that?”

Nora, who was a perpetual ball of positivity, cocked her head to the side, held her paintbrush haphazardly in her hand and shrugged. 

“I dunno, art?” she said. 

“No, Nora, that is trash,” Charles said. 

“Okay, whatever you say Mr. Bronson!” Nora said cheerfully and continued blotting her paintbrush against the canvas. 

“Arsehole,” I muttered, finishing applying a dab of paint. 

Charles glanced over at me and sauntered over to look at my work. He stood close behind me, I could feel the heat wafting off his body. Today he was wearing a navy tank top, dark gray cargo pants and black leather combat boots. He folded his bronzed muscular arms and loomed over me. I felt small sitting in front of him, however, I kept my composure and looked up at him. 

“What?” I asked, innocently. 

“Your brush stroke is shyte,” he said. 

“Yeah, well, so is your mustache,” I quipped. 

A student, I think his name was Ethan, snickered. Charles walked over to Ethan’s easel, swiped the canvas off and tore it in half. The thing had a wooden frame! I watched all the color drain from Ethan’s face. Charles tossed the remains of the broken canvas across the room.

“Alright then, fuck off,” Charles said, waiting for Ethan to gather up his things and clear out of his class. 

“Oh my god, you really need anger management,” I said, still focusing on my painting.

I had become accustomed to his tantrums, but not everyone had the same threshold for his temper. 

“Keep it up, missy. I’ll soon be tossing your arse out as well,” he threatened.

I knew he was full of hot air. He told me this during every class, but he still never has forced me to leave. After class that day, Nora and I walked back to the flat we rented together. 

“I think today went great, don’t you?” Nora asked, happily. 

“Nora, he called your art, trash,” I reminded her. 

“Sure, but I’m still having fun!”

“I think I want to quit,” I suddenly said. 

“Why?! You’re incredible! You actually have talent, I’m just there as a hobby. Art is your life!” Nora said with shock. 

“I know, but I don’t really feel I’m getting any constructive criticism from him. He’s so talented, but he doesn’t know how to teach. He just bruises people's egos, that’s all he has managed to do.”

“Yeah…he’s a bit abrasive,” Nora said.

“Abrasive? Nora, he tore a framed canvas in half today,” I said. 

“I know! He’s so strong,” Nora said, dreamily. 

“Oh my god, you find him attractive?” I asked, laughing. 

“You don’t?” She challenged. 

“I dunno, I mean…kinda?” I said, uncertainly.

We stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to signal walk. The traffic sped by as we continued our conversation. 

“He likes you,” Nora said. 

“No, he doesn’t. We argue all the time,” I said. 

“Yeah, but I can tell he likes that,” she said, giving me a wink. 

“Oh, shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. 

The light is taking a long time, so I began pressing the pedestrian signal repeatedly. The walk signal finally flicked on and we continued across to the other side. 

“Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I sometimes see him watching you while you paint.”

“Ugh, Nora. He’s a teacher, he’s probably just watching my technique,” I scoffed. 

“Teacher?” Nora said, laughing. “Didn’t you just say that’s the exact thing he doesn’t do?”

“....well, yeah…” I begrudgingly agreed. 

We arrived at our flat complex and took the elevator up to our floor. Once inside, Nora extracted a pint of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from the drawer. As I unpacked my bag she eats a spoonful and I can tell she is thinking about something. She eats another bite before speaking her mind. 

“You should fuck him,” she said. 

“What?” I asked, looking up from my bag. 

“Ask him out or whatever, but get some of that dick,” she said. 

“Nora, what are you a frat girl? I’m not going to fuck him, I barely know him…besides, he’s a criminal, isn’t he?” 

“Meh, that’s just a rumor, but I guess you could verify it with the police,” she said. 

“I’m going to take a shower, good night, Nora,” I said, shaking my head as I went back to my bedroom. 

“Just think about it! I bet he’s got a big dick!” I heard Nora shout before I closed my bedroom door.

#charles bronson #bronson #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic

[omegasmileyface]

Of All the People - Ch. 8

chapter 8 chapter 8 chapter 8 lets goooo . written by me and @ectolemonades and @attackradish for invisobang, with lovely art in chapter 1 by @/toasty-ghosti <3

whole fic summary: After a stupid dare puts Dash Baxter in the lab at Fentonworks during the middle of a ghost fight, he finds himself a little more spectral than usual. Apparently Danny Fenton’s gone through the same thing (someone has got to call OSHA on these guys eventually), and who could better help Dash than his hero? His lame, stubborn hero?

warnings: Nothin' for this chapter other than classic Dash anguish. In other chapters, existential crises, and Spectra.

words: 1621

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The second car ride of the evening didn't have the same tension, but the air was just as heavy with everyone's exhaustion. Tucker was yawning before they even left his house, Sam looked deflated when she climbed the stairs to her front door.

Dash himself resisted the urge to stretch out across the backseat. It was only a short drive to his house, and he’d barely get to rest before being wrenched from that comfort.

They were there before he knew it. Dash could feel his limbs clinging to gravity as he struggled to get out of the car. “Thanks for the drive, Jazz. Be safe getting home.”

“Of course! Get plenty of rest and if you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me.”

Dash gave her the best smile and nod he could muster and resigned to the trudge up to his house. Behind him, he heard one of the car doors open.

“-’m gonna get out here too, I’ll see you at home later.”

“Danny!”

Dash didn’t really catch the brief argument, only something about his "first real ghost fight”. Dash turned to see what was happening, but whatever Danny had said just made Jazz sigh and nod in response.

Great, Dash thought. I’m about to hear about what a fuck-up I am.

Jazz drove away and Danny turned to face Dash, standing awkwardly on the sidewalk.

“Do you want to come in?” Dash offered. That was all Danny needed before he was the one leading Dash into the house.

“Dash? Is that you?”

“Shit-” Dash panicked. “Yeah! Hi, Mom! Just gotta take my shoes off!” It hadn’t even crossed his mind that she’d be home. She was probably worried sick after hearing about the ghost attack. “Dude, what am I supposed to tell her about this?” he whispered to Danny, gesturing to his bandaged arm.

Danny scrambled to yank his hoodie off intangibly and held it out to Dash. “Put this on.”

Dash’s mind raced as he dropped the duffel bag with his football gear and struggled to get the hoodie over his head. What are we thinking? This is obviously not going to fit. Or— uh— it does, just a little snug— guess it was pretty big on Danny. How is he that small anyway? Phantom seems so much bigger, must be the glow or something– OH SHIT MY MOM–

Dash gathered himself and gestured for Danny to follow him into the living room.

Immediately, his mom rushed over and cupped his face, kissing both his cheeks before stepping back. “I was so worried! I’m glad you made it home okay, and your friend did too! Danny, right?”

Dash’s face flushed, both from the rush of affection from his mom and from her recognizing Danny. He didn’t think he’d talked about him that much, she must have just recognized him from elementary school birthday parties or something. Moms are weird like that.

“Yes, Danny Fenton. It’s nice to meet you,” Danny responded politely.

Dash’s mom looked between the two boys in front of her, smiling and raising an eyebrow at Dash.

If Dash’s face could get redder, it did. He’d mentioned being gay one time. Now he wished he would have stayed in the closet, if only to avoid his mom acting like every new guy friend he made was a potential boyfriend.

“Would either of you like a snack?”

“No, thank you,” Danny said.

“We were just gonna hang out upstairs for a bit, if that’s okay,” Dash said.

“Of course! Let me know if you need a ride home, okay? I don’t want either of you out walking after that ghost attack tonight,” Dash’s mom said.

She pulled Dash in for a hug and he was just about to lose the fight against her arms when the phone rang from the kitchen. “I’ll get that. You two have fun, and be safe!”

Dash groaned and Danny laughed. “Your mom is still just as nice as she was when we were six.”

“I love her, she’s just a lot sometimes. C’mon, my room’s upstairs,” Dash said, nodding his head in the direction they needed to go. He led Danny toward the stairs, passing the kitchen where his mom was on the phone.

The snippet of conversation he heard made him stop in his tracks, leaving Danny to bump into him.

“Dash?”

His mom's voice was more important right now. “Well, he did go to the doctor, and she asked him to take it easy. Yeah? Okay, I’ll talk to him about taking a step back.”

The emotions swelled up before Dash could stop them. It had been such an awful night already, and now this again?

“They bench me for one game that we didn’t even finish and decide they don’t need me anymore? Fine! They can’t have me then, because I quit!” Dash cried. He stormed up to his room and slammed the door, forgetting about everything else and leaving Danny stunned in his wake.

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Damn it! He wasn't of any use to anybody! Fuck! Tetslaff thought he contributed so little that she just pushed him off after one injury! Since getting powers he'd been trying to help Phantom but no, that's even worse! Dash wasn't just useless, he was a liability!

…Shit. Danny.

I just left him down there! Maybe Danny left. Dash couldn't hear any conversation from downstairs. Or maybe it was just quiet. Maybe he was down there, having a one-on-one conversation with Dash's mom, telling her about all the terrible things he's done to him… she'd kill him.

Heh. Well, maybe not. In fact, she'd probably just move the CRT out of his room and not mention it.

She never talks about stuff like that.

Knock knock knock

Danny gently opened the door to Dash's room without waiting for a response.

"Hey, man, how are you feeling?"

"Why do you care?"

Danny seemed to brush off the snippy response. It was clear the question was more to announce his presence than to get an answer. “Think you know how to handle that wound?”

“I’ll be fine,” Dash said. Did he think he was a child who couldn’t handle a little scratch? It was hard not to let everything get under his skin now.

“Alright. Just, come show it to me at least once a day while it’s healing. I can make sure you get the supplies you need to treat it while we get a better understanding of how you heal."

Silence hung between the two boys. It seemed like the right time for Danny to leave, but Dash found himself almost thankful he was hanging around.

“How are you gonna hide your injury from your mom?”

Dash snorted. “I could leave it out. If she asked, all I have to say is I was doing some dumb shit like messing around in the woods with my friends and she wouldn’t bring it up again. She doesn’t really care when I get in trouble.” He scoffed under his breath. “Wish she’d give more of a shit sometimes.”

Danny looked sympathetic, but Dash quickly pushed the subject. “What about you?”

“I’m just gonna go home. My parents won’t know where I’ve been all day, and they won’t even think to ask. I mean, we both literally died in my basement and they don't have a clue.” Danny shrugged. He didn’t seem that fazed by what he’d just told Dash, but his words dug the pit in Dash’s stomach deeper.

“How do you deal with that? Do you ever wish they would ask? Or… you could tell them something?” Dash said.

An unreadable expression passed over Danny’s face. It only lasted a second before vanishing, and the silence that extended made it clear Dash would not be getting an answer to his question.

He needed to break the silence, or the one person he felt he could talk to was going to leave.

“So, uh, I guess you’re not inviting me back over for a tr— practice session tomorrow, are you?”

Danny tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I really messed up today,” Dash said. Was Danny pulling his leg? At a time like this? Was he playing some mind game to get Dash to admit he messed up? “I got us both hurt, and my bullshit made it harder for you to do your job. You know what you’re doing and I don’t. I was in the way. I get it if you want to stop trying to help me and make me figure it out on my own.”

Danny just looked at him. It wasn’t an angry look. It was soft, but not pity, either. He was thinking about something, and Dash was relieved when he smiled.

“Do you want real fighting lessons? Like, how to fight ghosts?” He finally asked.

Dash was still for a bit. “…Are you serious?”

“I get the feeling you’re gonna end up helping out with the ghosts either way. Best way to avoid any mishaps is to make sure you can do it safely.”

Dash wasn't sure if it was the tight hoodie he still hadn't taken off or what, but he was starting to sweat. “You’d really let me help?”

Danny shrugged loosely. “I mean, eventually. You have to learn to actually fight first, and we’re gonna have to do more sessions. Is that okay?”

“Dude, I’ve got time." Dash laughed. "I’m not on the football team anymore!”

At least he'd be able to do something good with that time again.

Now there was a glimmer of pity in Danny’s expression, but he tried to match Dash’s energy. “Yeah, no more kicking around balls. It’s time to kick around ghosts!”

#we nonly know the life of a football player by having been in the same buildings as them . we are all nerds please do not sue us #(for misrepresenting jocks) #danny phantom #invisobang 2022 #my writing #swagger bishie #halfa!dash #halfa dash au #dash baxter #teddy ghost #check ao3 for more tags!

[flames-tstuff]

I had the most delightful, fanfic-esque scenario play out before me today.

Unnecessarily long (but wholesome) story time below the cut!

I want to tell you all about this relatively new friend of mine (we've been friends for maybe 4-6 months now), whom I love dearly /p. The story is sort of in two parts; the background context, and then the actual story that happened today.

Background/Context

This kid appears to look like your stereotypical "fuckboy", right? Smooth, calm, collected demeanor. Well-dressed. A bit androgynous. Long, well-maintained hair. A pretty boy. I originally think to myself, “Huh, he’s kinda pretty(?) Uh oh. That can’t be good." Basically, I assume this dude is a douche-bag, because, well, your brain learns to recognize patterns, right? I've learned that conventionally attractive people typically only interact with me if they want something (cynical, I know).

Fast forward a few months and I find that I actually enjoy talking to him, and that he enjoys talking to me. Me—someone who mostly presents feminine (when I assumed him to be somewhat misogynistic) and is awkward as hell. He looks at me and speaks to me like I’m a real person..? Like he’s not just tolerating my presence and actually enjoys interacting with me. Like I'm "one of the guys", an equal. Pretty much any cishet guy I’ve ever met looks and talks to me like I’m an inconvenien. So the fact that he wasn't acting that way should have been the first sign that he's not at all what I had assumed.

A few months in when he feels comfortable enough, he tells me he’s been transitioning MTF(*) in secret for some time now. And it makes perfect sense. That’s why he had a pretty, feminine face. That’s why he had his hair grown out long. When I told him that no cishet guy has EVER been that kind to me, he said it was probably the estrogen lol.

*(Everyone who ~knows~ calls him by his given name and pronouns, just to be safe. We go to a religion-based school in a state that isn't very progressive or safe. I’ve only ever heard his girlfriend, who I also love and adore, use she/her in private, and even then it’s rare. So until I’m given explicit permission to openly use feminine pronouns, we’re all playing it safe by sticking with he/him.)

I’ve always been a mom friend, but I'm telling you this person is bringing out the “they must be protected at all costs” in me. The person who I thought was this smooth, sauve, chill dude (think Buck Dewey from Steven Universe lol) is actually just a scared, insecure little girl behind the curtains. A young adult who, because of the hormones, is basically going through Second Puberty™, angst and all. Someone who hid behind his guitar during a jam session because he was afraid someone would notice his developing chest. The friend who surprised me when I looked over and saw him crying during the animated film we were watching in the theater.

Guys, this is like my own real-life Zuko or Nico friend. The character in fiction that you just wanna shower with comfort and reassurance and warmth (but you can't, so you do so through writing and art). The friend you see almost as a younger sibling, that you feel compelled to protect. The one that you wanna hug and tell them that everything will be alright. This is all in my head of course, I don't want to risk accidentally smothering, patronizing, or otherwise scaring him away. But I feel honored any time I get the chance to see his walls come down even a little.

So because he’s got this particular demeanor about him, I was thinking to myself how much I want to see what would happen if someone were to... break down those walls a bit (yeah, you know what I'm talking about lol). Like really truly see past the facade he puts up every day. Because the thing is, I’ve seen him express and react just like everyone else. Happy, sad, angry—I’ve even seen him get playful before, but it’s always at about the same even level of reaction. I want to see him finally "crack", you know? What I would give to see him lose his cool and drop all pretenses, to see him be lovingly destroyed.

And oh how this sets up like the premise of a fanfic, am I right?

Unfortunately we’re not yet close enough to have crossed the barrier of physical contact (he doesn’t seem like the touchy type anyway), so it definitely would have to be coming from his girlfriend. Even if it did happen, the chances of me getting to witness it are low. I assume his girlfriend probably respects him enough not to embarrass him too much in front of others. Still, one can dream 😆

I wait for the day when the subject of being ticklish comes up (bc there ain't NO way this ball of hidden angst isn’t ticklish), someone teases him about it, and chaos ensues.

Today.

(aka the actual story, the reason for making this post)

Spoiler alert: No tickly shenanigans take place, unfortunately, but it's just about as good in my book :)

There were five of us friends (since when did I get a group of friends to hang out with??) piled into his car. I can’t remember exactly what happened, I think his girlfriend changed something about the radio, and lo and behold IT HAPPENED. He cracked!... even if just a tiny bit, hehe. It wasn’t an angry outburst in like a concerning, toxic way, but he was like “Ah, c’mon why’d you do that??” more akin to a whiny twelve-year-old who's parents unplugged their TV to get them to go to bed. It was funny and endearing more than anything, like watching an old married couple fight. We all snickered a bit at the sight, and I saw my opportunity to tease him a little.

I said something along the lines of “you know, for someone who has such a calm and collected demeanor, I absolutely love when I get to see you lose your cool. I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course. It’s just the best". He said that he didn’t think he gave off that kind of vibe, but he appreciated that that's how I see him 😆

Then, a few minutes later we were in the drive-through line getting sodas at McD’s. One of the friends in the car with us says idk, maybe two words, and he LOSES it (you know how inside jokes with friends are). Like, full-on busts up, flops against the wheel wheezing, which eventually turns into loud genuine laughter. Now I completely lose it, doubling over and burying my face in my lap laughing, but not because of the joke (cue the sappy music). The sudden, uncontrollable bout of laughter coming from him was so unexpected and so contagioius... It was one of the best sounds I’d heard in a long time! I was basically cry-laughing at that point. There were actual tears in my eyes that I had to wipe away. It all sounds so cliché but it really was an incredible sight to behold, and, in a roundabout sort of way, my dream came true.

So yeah. I just wanna hug him and fawn over him like a mom or an auntie. Poke him, help him loosen up a little. We’re not quite at that level of friendship where that would be well received I think, but maybe someday. Yeah, someday.

#story time #personal #personal story #flame rambles #personal life #transfem #trans #idk how to tag this lol #flame is a big ol sap who wants to ramble for hours about how much she loves her friends

[paigelts05]

Escalation [FNAF Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Escalation-FNAF-Renegade-AU-904724101

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36608917

Published: Jan 23, 2022

So this fic has been in my notes for a while and was needing some art, and, you know, to be finished. So, I managed to finish the fic and a counterpart second fic, and made three drawings. One fit the second fic, the second was supposed to fit this one but looked too generic, and then theres the third I used for this fic. The second drawing will be posted, don't ask when, but given all us Vannis shippers are starved, it'll be posted soon enough.

So, this fic takes place almost immediately after my multi-chapter fic: "Remote possession experiments: in the field". It's basically all plot.

Also, that "old site"? Remember one of my first posts with these two? "Thanks for the coffee, dear"? Yeah, that's the place mentioned in this fic. It's all connected. The plot train rolls on.

Sorry, but I can only write plot.

Anyway, here it is. One of what will be a set of three (the third drawing and third fic are not the same. There will be more food for us Vannis shippers yet) these two, and a longer fic.

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"So Steve has either been ditched by his childhood friend or said friend is being used or abused by his employer, and Anna's been bullied since she was five. Where do I come in?" Luis didn't expect to be talking about everyone's childhoods in the middle of a work day, practically immediately after Ness had gotten zapped by some apparently paranormal static. Today sure was weird, and Luis knew it wouldn't get any less weird any time soon.

"You," Anna said between sips of hot chocolate, "are exactly like me. You just repressed your memories, it seems. As I said, I've been meaning to ask about why you always cut yourself off, but I guess I've figured out why now. You were picked on. It's no use asking why, but it's clearly effected you more than you realize. But there is one thing."

"What is it?" Luis panicked. He didn't remember much from his childhood, and didn't want to disappoint anyone by not remembering something.

"Who." Anna said, calm and cold. She was only like this when she could tell something was wrong, "Who did this to you."

Luis didn't remember much. He didn't know if he just didn't want to remember, or if he couldn't remember.

"I don't know. It was someone. One of the popular girls. That's all I know. I don't remember what was said, or anything that happened. I just know there was this popular girl and that one of her friends would basically stalk me and told people that I was a loser and whoever associated themselves with me was a loser." Luis seemed to have begun to panic, and was struggling to remember. "I don't remember much of the actual bullying. It was probably more of a 'no you're not allowed to hang around with anyone' kind of thing anyway."

Anna nodded a bit and said, "I see, so what about your childhood do you actually remember?"

"Well," Luis planted his elbows on the table and rested his face on his hands, "my mum usually took me to parks away from the local area. I met this girl there. I just remember that she had brown hair and that her mum was blind. We were good friends and hung out often, but then she just stopped going to the park one day."

Ness practically jumped out of her seat after hearing this.

"Luis, that girl at the park was me!" She was clearly estatic that Luis had remembered her, but confused as to why he didn't recognize her sooner. "I stopped going to the park because we hit some financial troubles and mum couldn't afford to take the bus and buy food anymore, and the walk was too long and dangerous for a blind woman and her kid. By the time the financial problems were over, I was just too old to go to the park I guess."

Luis seemed a bit shocked. "That was - oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. I feel like an idiot, I-"

"No," Ness interjected, "you're not an idiot and you don't need to be sorry. People look different when they grow up, and before I started working here, that was the last time I saw you too, and to say your appearance has changed would be a massive understatement. I can only recognise you because of your eyes and hair now that you've mentioned that was you! The rest of you looks totally different! And if you didn't bring up my mum a minute ago, I probably wouldn't have known you were talking about me! I mean, we only ever met at the park so, I wouldn't expect you to remember what I looked like."

Luis smiled and practically melted into a bubbling mess, "I - I .... Thank you! Even though I only knew you for a while back then- I know it sounds sappy, but - thank you for being my friend back then!"

Ness, not exactly sure as to what to do, put her arm around Luis and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'm just glad we found eachother again." Ness said, pulling Luis into a hug. She kept running her fingers through his hair. Luis made her feel safe, and she made him feel happy. They both needed eachother during these times.

After a few minutes, Anna piped up again. By the looks of it, she had gotten up and fetched herself another cup of hot chocolate.

"Do you have any other memories of when you were a kid?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, there was this girl with black hair who was always getting picked on by the same girls that picked on me. I think me and her were friends."

"That black haired girl was me," Anna said, "didn't expect you to remember me, but glad you do. I honestly thought you'd have remembered me back when we met again in college, but I guess the purple hair kind of made you not recognise me."

After a quick sip of hot chocolate, Anna continued talking.

"So that's our connection to Kayla - primary school bully. Not much, but a connection," Anna said, "and Steve is connected to Jim Campbell, but they both seem to be part of a department outside thier stated department, and the identity of thier manager may be crutial to figuring out why this is happening to us..."

Anna sighed and looked at Luis, "when you went to that old site with Ness, did you get anything?"

"Yes," Luis said, "not had the time to check it yet. Been busy trying to help Steve with the onslaught of viruses FE's junk is hitting us with. First the email bug, now this one from the circuit boards that took us offline and it seemed to be trying to hurt Ness."

Luis had been vauge about whatever "it" was, but it was clearly important.

"Take a small break from work, look over the data you got when you get home." Anna said, knowing that whatever data Luis had retrieved had to be important.

"As soon as I get home. Won't risk looking at it here. That's just a recipe for disaster." Luis nodded.

"Good. Send me a full data set once you're done. Even if you only check a little bit. Private emails." With a nod, Anna then looked at Ness. "Ness, make a new email. Yours may be compromised."

"That's just my work correspondence email. Replacing it won't take five seconds." She pulled out her smartphone, then put it away, "I'm out of data so I'll do it when I get home. No need to risk anything else getting compromised."

"Good. This should give us time and information. Two things we need as much of as we can get." Anna necked the rest of her hot chocolate, "who knows where things will escalate to from here, but it won't be good."

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#2022 #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #fnaf art #FNAF Renegade AU #Renegade AU #anna kwemto #fnaf anna #fnaf anna kwemto #vanny #fnaf vanny #vanny x luis #luis x vanny #luis x ness #ness x luis #fnaf ness #fnaf luis #luis cabrera #fnaf luis cabrera #art #artwork #fnaf ar emails #fnaf ar special delivery #fnaf ar #artists on tumblr #vannis

[mood2you]

Food!

I'm a day late writing this, but that's okay. It was a pretty balanced week. Of course I kept playing Pokemon even when I wasn't listening the the Interview with The Vampire audiobook (it is a good book, GoodReads tells me I've read it 4 times)

I'm stuck at Watson right now, but I'm really only playing to get to that punk that tells you all your stats like St. Peter "you battled 1014 times. you made 0 pokeblock. you used 100 potions" Interesting stats, mouthwatering. Speaking of Pokemon stats, this video has such a good punchline

It is 24 minutes long. SmithPlaysPokemon makes secrets/obscure things RBYCSG videos which are actually secrets to me, so I'm loving that. https://www.youtube.com/@smithplayspokemon

I got that nice Starbucks drink I mentioned, and today I'm having a smoothie bowl which is very sweet because I subbed half a banana for the almond milk, if it's in a bowl I want it thicker. It has avacado and spinach, but the main ingreditent is peaches. I imagine it's very healthy. It has a little matcha powder. Avacado is not my favorite, but I recognize it as a vegan staple and luxery good. Sometimes half an avacado can cost $3 at a restaurant. Chased it with a 50 cent slice of cake for lunch.

I also made a simple chicken sandwich, just grill the chicken with cinnamon, cumin, cayenne, salt and pepper, and mix 1/2 lemon (juice and zest) with sourcream, then slap it all together with lettuce, tomato and FRESH chibatta bread. My friend said she would buy it in a restuarant! I love cooking because it's so objective--it's either yummy or not, but cinnamon makes it kind of artistic. It feels so good and true and pride when people tell me it's good, you really can't argue.

Using art as an outlet is more subjective

I'm doing yeehawgust! You can search it on tumblr to learn more. I'm also still working on Ozymanzous even though it's very stupid and I keep saying I should "just" finish Julia Play Ball. Very slow with Ozymanzous but I am chipping away at... the cover of the prologue which is, like everyone says of prologues, useless. But it will warm you up to see if you want to read it or NOT.

Weekend was good, hung out with family, gonna do it again. August is the time when everyone is in the same place.

I'm having fun reading nonfiction books, but I'm noticing they will make stupid generalizations about people that could never be true. "High taxes on hogs will make the Chinese peasants unwilling to work." Oh yeah? They'll just stop working? Is that the next chapter of the book or something? Oh, they didn't? Huh. I wonder if it has anything to do with what happens to people with no money?

And yes, a lot of Americans have left medicine in favor of prayer and borax, but what are their actual choices? Medicine or death. (Actually, I'm not finished with this one, and it has a chapter about bringing us back.) That's not a choice. I mean the Chinese peasants did revolt, and that has a cost (lives) which you just have to weigh against the conditions of the group. Can we please get universal healthcare, better conditions for workers, and them to actually fucking listen to their patients? I mean on simple things like not putting them on medicine they're allergic to for several days?

That's all I have time for! Oh wait, I'll put my SleepyReadathon updates in here:

If I don't post another one of these next week... yyyeah, I fell off.

#blog #tumblr #food #logical fallacies #pokemon #Youtube #medical

[sociallyawkward--fics]

hi xy time for what is becoming my annual checkin! how are u! i feel like since its been abt a year i have to infodump abt all my character development hold on i'll speedrun it. my pronouns r it/its zhey/zhem or (less preferred) they/them. and i have settled on those. it/its is the only one thats ever given me gender euphoria, took 4 years but i got there. ummm realized i have autism (undiagnosed). love the stimming and the being insane abt fictional characters the rest isnt that great. got anxiety meds!!!!! oh my god xy!!!! life is so good now antidepressants r a girls best friend. also. hold on ur never gonna believe this. i have adhd meds now. the crowd goes wild. was like yea doc idk i just think the anxiety meds r not improving my ability to focus what was that u said abt adhd^__^ n she was like hmmmm ok i cant diagnose u but i can give u this adderall u dont need a diagnosis for n if its like glory hallelujah we'll just assume u have it and GLORY HALLELUJAH. ive cleaned my room like more times in the past few months than i have my entire life im WINNING. i cant rly feel if its working but i'll sit down to write or smth n i wont get distracted every 5 seconds n the mental block that keeps me from doing things is gone!!!!! life changing stuff just wish i had it before my grades fuckin woooo splat. um my gpa is 2.2 weighted im like. ok well now that i have adhd meds im working on it -H (i feel like. ok i think tumblr made it so ur asks can be longer but fuck all those liberals n their woke agenda (joke) i am all abt tradition babey i'll be back for a pt 2 rq)

ummm rly into books love books. "thats old news h everyone knows that" but like im being wonderfully unnormal abt them<3 there was this one series the ascendance trilogy n i was fucking OBSESSED w it when i was younger n i learned there was a 4th n 5th book recently so like. the trilogy thing was a fuckin lie. but i obviously had to reread the series so i could read the new books n im still so obsessed w the series its so banger for a middlegrade series. got so unnormal abt it i made a 7hr playlist for the main character bc everyone elses sucked so much ass i just had to. still in the process of rereading but yeah. also theres this OTHER series the raven cycle i read recently n im also obsessed w that these series r all like my ideal books they hit all my favorite tropes. yeah just being rly unnormal abt books thats my current obsession. also. drawing. im so good at it u wouldnt believe. next fuckin van gogh right here. n honestly i dont even care abt going off anon it just bothers me bc my ROUTINE. the TRADITION. its just not the same. but i'll go off it just for u to show u some of my banger art. at a stage where im pretty frustrated at my limitations but that doesnt mean i cant recognize that im fucking awesome ok hold on again -H but yea ok to finish up what have u been up to! tempted to just ask what shows/game/etc uve been into but also i am exerting a little of my brain power to realize some ppls lives dont revolve around those. so just liek what have u been spending a lot of time doing. how is writing going! wait what r ur drawing skills just out of curiosity draw smth for me (if ur comfy ofc n dw i completely understand if it fuckin sucks taht was me just over a year ago) -H (when i was younger i used to think that ppl couldnt be good at writing n drawing they had to choose one. exerted my baby brain power to be like. it takes too long to get good at them u can only do one. then saw a book w the cover art credited to the author n i was like woahhh this is fuckin crazy living my younger selfs pipe dream)

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The way I have had a reminder on my phone to answer these asks for MONTHS but my executive function has been GARBAGE i am so sorry my friend it was not intentional to leave this sitting for so long i am so sorry!!! (also between the two of us this got Long so i am putting a read more so i don't take up a big block of people's dash in my return from the dead lol)

thank you for pronouns update! congrats on meds!! i gotta get me some of those so i can Detroit: Become Functional lol. I am rooting for you with your GPA!!! Also lol, love that we are following tradition of multiple asks still even with the tumblr updates letting asks be way longer now lol, it is just Familiar To Us

I will have to look into the ascendance trilogy!! My sibling is also obsessed with the raven cycle, but i have not read it yet (still debating if i want to or not, have been for YEARS lol, because i keep hearing "author problematic" and then never remember Why because i have Goldfish Memory). I will not post your off-anon ask with the artwork unless you want me to (want you to feel comfy on the blog and sending asks and I know you prefer anon!), but i will say that your art is AWESOME, my friend!! you are SO good and you're only going to keep getting better! I am glad you enjoy it!

Also bestie. This is a neurodivergent space lol, my life also revolves around shows/games/books/etc. they are the only thing that make the monotony of life and job-having under a neurotypical capitalistic society bearable lol. I actually have been getting back into reading ACTUAL BOOKS lately which feels GREAT (because reading Actual Books when i am so tired and Non-Functioning all the time is Hard lol), i am finally going through my seemingly-endless TBR and also have reread some old faves this year. Games-wise, the only thing i ever think about is still the Dragon Age games, Alistair is the love and light of my life lol. Show-wise.... i am in Limbo because of the Exhaustion, tragically, and also just waiting on new seasons (OFMD). Witcher has a new season out, but i have not watched it yet because Energy and also i have no motivation to because the last season they put out was so bad (even if i hear this one is good, i have lost trust lol)

Writing is. Not quite going lol. I have not finished a fanfic in ages, and also have made little to no progress on any of my original work attempts either, tragically. Hopefully things look up for me soon cuz I wanna get stuff DONE again lol, this blog has become so quiet and near obsolete because i cannot FINISH anything and it is TRAGIC.

Also, I have little-to-no drawing skills, but I also unfortunately do not have much energy to apply to drawing you a picture atm :(( maybe someday. Sometimes I can draw something that makes me go "omg i am not Awful, maybe I could actually put thoughts and energy into learning this as a skill" and other times it is like "i will never put pencil to paper (or stylus to screen) ever again" lol. Maybe someday when i am doing Better again i will hopefully have the energy to draw you something!!

#ask #anon #H anon #oh also fun fact i am teaching myself like. how do you say it in a way that makes sense lol. like how to make resin crafts n such

[emmiri-bumble]

dum lil half baked friendsim pre-end-of-game idea. a mallek ♥ reader experience i gues. feat....a lot of the rest of the cast. too much zebruh.

just.. like. Its before the ending of the game but after the final chapter and theres just.. a decent buffer of time there.

And theres this like.. mandatory several-day holiday that a god chunk of the cast really would like to invite Reader to but like no one is celebrating this with other members of the cast (some are) so reader is being pulled around.

And Mallek of course jumps on it first and invites them out to like someplace else. like a middle-class-tier rental. Like a beach house or something (im from the coast, thats upper middle class to me). Itll be great theres gonna be like snacks and movies and enough space to blow up vegetation for funsies. But he does not specify when he wants them over so Reader agrees but has no idea whats up. But then whats this? oh its the always welcome artist Charun on their balcony and they also invite reader to their cave to celebrate some of it, really ring in the holiday with like.. vegetation art. Why is there so much vegetation involved? So reader joins them asap since their stuff is now but Mal's is later.

And its really chill and they get deep deep about the nature of their societies and Reader really feels heard. It was great. Charun hit their social limit and bid them adieu. Great time all around.

But then heres the fun part is that then you encounter like a mish-mash of other trolls (2 from each caste tops because im not smart enough to consider everyone and thats ok) who Reader can agree to spend time with and whoever they choose they find that celebration is different on ever level. That even the ranges of castes dont celebrate it the same and some absolutely wont recognize it.

this parts definitely the most half baked, Hypothetical optional paths. I absolutely want just an unhinged hotdog adventure with Diemen again. And i want Stels and Grgor to invite Reader both with different plans to have a teal celebration + Gal and Reader but no one communicates that to the other and Tyzz is just there knowing whats up on both sides but unwilling to say anything caus Stels is adamant shes got this and frankly Gor's plans to have Gal around are kinda annoying and she waiting for him to fail. I want Galekh and Zebruh to both have just gone way out of the way (to like... whatever is the best equivalent to renting luxury cabins in the mountains) Both on their own and signed a lil vacation rental agreement only to find these fuckin rental hives are way too close. like theyre as close as their own neighborhoods are. And Zeb had FULL intention to spend a lovely holiday relaxing with the lovely Reader (or lets be honest, manipulate Marvus into getting out there. VEEERYYYY long shot. Marv isnt even partying like he announced hes chilling in his hive for it for once.) and completely jumped the gun and rented without their ok. While Gal was held at knifepoint i guess to host Gorgor's idea of the party.

Vikare is allowed to just do his thing, man. let him be funky.

And Reader spends days with friends (hours with zebruh at BEST) and Mal is just like "haha yeah go have fun i'll see you later, ok?" and hes clearly like... unwilling to force the topic. He'd rather Reader joined him on their own volition. And they just... dont realize Mal wanted to spend a lot of time with them just the two of them. Totally not thinking of quadrants, bro.

and in the end they join him at the very last bits of the holiday and they just.. both fall asleep by accident. thats it end of game.

PSYCH. THERES A SECRET ROUTE WHERE YOU ACTUALLY DO "MANIPULATE" MARVUS INTO GOING OUT TO THE WHEREVER THE INDIGOS ARE AND MARVUS KNOWS WHATS UP AND JUST BRINGS EEEEEEVERYONE HE CAN TO CLOWN IT UP AND HOLD READER UP LIKE A FUCKIN PUPPY AND THEY ALL WRECK THE RENTAL AND ZEB HAS NO CLOWN INSURANCE AND HES BESIDE HIMSELF WITH WORRY BECAUSE HERES THE INCEDIBLE MARV IN HIS RENTAL AND HERES THE WONDERFUL READER IN HIS VICINITY AND HE CANT FUCKIN PAY FOR THIS, MAN BUT HE HAS TO KEEP IT UP BECAUSE WHEN THE FUCK IS HE EVER GOING TO GET THIS CLOSE TO BELONGING TO THOSE HE ADORES EVER AGAIN??? Marvus has a great time tbh and really does just carry reader like a lil pubby for a lot of it. Whatever the lil alien says goes. his party is great and its all thank to you, lil alien.

and secret route that i put in there because im me and i love zebruh and this is MY POST. but he gets laid off screen. ohhhh so consensually. maybe not by marv and maybe not by only one clown but he gets the good nut and then a raging purple seedflap infection in the coming days. But like. ya get to talk to him and ask him why this is all necessary and he gets a little vulnerable. like maybe he could cry. thats kinda weird you thought blues were a lil heartless. still dont stop the animosity for him but you kinda get his damage just a little more. why dont you try facing an imminent future where you have to be intimate in order to live but no one wants you. ever. in a hive run by one of the more sexually violent animals on earth. being both too dumb and too privileged to really get how or why you can make ppl happy.

This man needs out.

anyways Reader and Mallek fall the fuck asleep and its a lovely end to a long long holiday. gnight, you two.

#Very much a half baked “haha yo what if” #not like its an actual idea for an actual project but it would be fun to make art for it

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

175 of 2022

When it’s time to dress up for a special occasion, are you more likely to wear a dress, a skirt or dress pants?

Oh no, dressing up, ew. Not again!

Does your family eat any unique foods for Thanksgiving that aren’t the norm and if so, what are they?

We don’t even celebrate Thanksgiving in Europe, so no.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor?

Always whole milk. I love milk, and whole milk has more rich taste. I like to add variety of fruits and no sugar, though.

What’s the best movie you’ve seen this month?

I don’t watch movies.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of?

I think it was Termina - The Abyss.

Has your favorite color changed at all from when you were younger and if so, what was your favorite when you were little?

Yeah. I liked blue, then went goth and liked black. It’s my favourite colour until today, but I like green, too.

What’s your favorite breakfast food?

Yogurts and oatmeal.

Have you ever been brave enough to cut your hair in a very different way and if you have, did you regret your decision after?

I’ve had long hair (read: hip length) for quite a long time, then one day I shaved my head and I have no regrets. Since then, I keep my hair short.

What was the last book you had to read for school and did you enjoy it or were you just trying to get through?

I don’t remember what was the last book I had to read for school. Guess what, I graduated 12 years ago.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery?

Yeah, my workmate’s sister won the couple of millions twice. How did she do it, it’s a mystery :P I’ve played a couple of times, but the most I won was 50€. My husband plays regularly, though, mostly Euromillions and football team bets.

What was the first election you were able to vote in and if you aren’t old enough yet, will you vote in the first election possible?

European parliament, 7 June 2009. Also, regional elections the same day.

When you come across a word that you don’t recognize, do you look it up or try to use context to figure out what it means?

Context can be deceiving, see false friends in various languages :P I can give you an example: the word “slim”, everyone knows what it means in English, but in Dutch, the same word means “smart”. So given that, I try to figure it out myself, but then I always check.

How many friends have you hung out with in the last week?

Quite a few. I had some visits here and there.

If you were going to be a teacher, what subject would you teach and what age group?

Probably physics, but I wouldn’t be a good teacher anyway.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for?

My friend, for showing up at her wedding. She was very happy that we were there for her big day.

If you could only own a hair dryer, curling iron or straightener, which one would you choose?

Hair dryer. I don’t need straighteners nor curling irons for anything.

If you aren’t religious, do you feel awkward at social situations when there’s a benediction, prayer, etc. and if you are religious, how often do you pray?

I’m not religious and I don’t care about such situations. Nobody’s forcing me to take part in them anyway, and I respect people who do.

What’s your favorite type of art to take part in?

Photography. I’m a hobbyist photographer anyway.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about?

I don’t care much about celebrities.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

[outerbankies]

new light blurb: tongue tied — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: back in the obx for the first time since you left for college, you run into the one friend you missed more than you care to admit.

warnings: alc and weed and swearing

a/n: aka kelce’s first thanksgiving eve party so takes place their freshman year of college. pic from kelce’s story lol

From part 1: “Or the first time you saw him since moving away, when Kelce had thrown a Thanksgiving Eve rager. You almost hadn’t recognized Rafe in the smoke filled house, but he had moved to you eagerly like he’d been waiting for you all night.

And now you realize, he probably had.”

&

From part 2: “My worst fear was that you’d come home with some college boyfriend I couldn’t compete with,” he admits. “I was nervous as fuck the first time we were all back here for the holidays. And then I saw you at that party and I just thought: 'alright, still got it bad.’”

—

“C‘mon, guys. Kelce really wanted us to come.”

“But,” your friend, Margot, groans. “I just don’t understand why we can’t go drink rosé in Gretchen’s basement.”

“Becauuuse,” Gretchen sing-songs. “All of our friends are going to be here tonight. And I miss partying in Figure 8.”

Margot laughs at that. “That’s actually kinda sad, Gretch.”

“Yeah, well,” she sighs. “That’s what happens when you go to a liberal arts school in Vermont.”

“Okay,” Margot concedes. “But I need about three shots right when we get in if I have to see people from high school tonight. Kelce probably splurged on booze, yeah?”

“Of course he did. I’m so excited to see everyone,” you say quietly, your smile just to yourself as you continue the walk up Kelce’s driveway. It’s already packed, the three of you arriving late as you always did, even in high school. Old habits die hard.

You hear Margot giggle when Gretchen murmurs something at your last comment, and shoot them both a weird look. But they just shrug as the three of you finally make your way into the house, the two girls hanging tightly on either of your arms.

Margot made good on her proclamation, Gretchen following her to the kitchen as soon as you’re inside.

You’re caught up waving to people, Griffin’s hug lasting a little too long, lost in the crowd to the point where your friends don’t wait for you to follow anymore.

You finally make your way to the kitchen after a while, already feeling dazed and a little tipsy after taking a couple of jello shots with some old classmates. You’re caught up in surveying the expansive kitchen packed with people you haven’t seen in months, trying to spot Gretchen’s pink dress.

“Hey, California.”

Rafe Cameron is leaned up against the counter by the fridge, arms crossed over his chest. That same self-assured smile that you pretended to never notice still on his face, looking comfortable as ever, like he owns the place. Until you meet his gaze and he’s immediately pushing off the counter, making his way toward you. He stops at the fridge on his way, pointing at you across the way. “Drink?”

“Please.”

Some stubborn strands of hair had fallen out of his usual gel—or maybe he was using less, you wonder. He pushes them back as he opens the fridge, only surveying its contents for a split second before immediately going for a bottle of wine on the top shelf.

He turns and kicks the fridge door shut, presenting it to you. “Kelce got this for you.”

“Lemme see,” you say, holding your hands out for it while Rafe grabs a red cup off of stack on top of the fridge, his t-shirt riding up just so on his stomach. You blink and look away immediately—god, you were so not used to being around him anymore—going back to studying the label. “Wow, he has good taste.”

“I have good taste,” Rafe corrects, cutting the foil off for you with one of his keys. “He made me nab it from my dad’s cellar.”

“Oh, so Ward has good taste. That was nice of you though,” you grin. Your heart seizes momentarily in your chest when Rafe suddenly leans closer to you, arm outstretched to rest his hand on the counter behind you. Up close like this you notice the subtle changes, but more importantly, all the ways he’d stayed the same. Comfort and thrill all wrapped into one high school crush that you’re beginning to think will never truly die. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he smiles, leaning back, displaying the corkscrew he has in hand, nabbed from the counter behind you. “How’s school? When’d you get home?”

“Good. Late last night,” you sigh, collecting your thoughts. “So I’m tired, but. Time difference helps.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Rafe says, handing you a red solo cup full of wine. He glances at his watch. “It’s only, what, seven for you right now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smile, taking a sip of your drink, trying to remind yourself that everybody calculates time zones that easily—it doesn’t mean anything.

“Do you like it all the way out there?” Rafe wonders.

“I do. It’s different, but nice.”

“I see that on you. Whole California vibe,” he says, causing you to quirk a brow. Rafe smiles. “You know, vegan hippies who love astrology and whatever.”

“Ha, ha,” you say sarcastically. “Spoken like a true scorpio.”

“But hey,” Rafe says, voice going a little softer. You have to lean in a little closer to hear him properly. “That’s awesome. I’m glad you like it. You worked hard—I told you that you could do it.”

“Yeah,” you say, your eyes scanning his face. “You did.”

Your mind briefly wanders back to college applications season, exactly a year ago from now. You’d been stressed to the point of tears at one point—overwhelmed by the pressure you put on yourself to carve out a new path, away from the Outer Banks and away from where your parents expected you go to college. And your friend Rafe had been right there for you, to assure you that it’d all be fine—and he was right.

“But what about you? Did you rush?” you ask, changing the subject. “Oh, wait. Let me guess.”

“Ha, ha,” Rafe repeats. “I’m guessing you didn’t?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Not really my thing. But I love that for you.”

“Hold on, not your thing? You have to be a legacy,” Rafe says.

You shrug. “Figured I already pissed my parents off enough by not going up north, might as well fully send it.”

Rafe watches you for a second, his eyes shiny, from the liquor, you have to assume. “You’re trouble. C’mere.”

You set your wine on the counter as he pulls you into a quick hug, the sounds of the party momentarily quieting to a dull buzz as you’re pressed into his chest.

“Did you miss home?” you ask, pulling back after a second. His left hand lingers as he leans away from you again, dragging from the small of your back and across your hip until his touch is gone from you.

Rafe scans your features, bringing his own beer back to his lips. “Some of it. Definitely.”

“Y/n/n! You made it!”

Kelce is pulling you into a bone-crushing hug as he comes up behind you, Rafe moving your drink further away from you so it doesn’t spill. You giggle while Kelce presses aggressive kisses into your hair and on your cheek, quickly realizing how drunk he already is.

“Kelce,” you smile. “I missed you.”

“Missed you,” he says, glancing at your empty hands. “I’m a terrible host. Where’s your drink?”

“Oh,” you say, twisting around to pick it up and show him. “Rafe already got me one.”

“I’m sure he did,” Kelce says.

“I mean—it’s my wine, technically,” Rafe fumbles. You just smile obliviously at them both.

“How’s school treating you?”

The three of you catch up, taking turns exchanging horror stories about move-in, first nights out, required eight AM lectures. You can’t help the way your eyes trail over Rafe’s face as he tells you about pledging his fraternity, or the way his eyes twinkle under the harsh kitchen lights, the shirt you don’t recognize pulled tightly over his shoulders. You might get a little carried away, jolting when Kelce’s fingers suddenly dig into your ribs.

“Hey. I asked you a question.”

“Sorry, what?” you laugh, pushing away his hands where he keeps jabbing them into your stomach and taking a large gulp of your drink.

He smirks, eyes flickering to Rafe, then back to you once his friend breaks eye contract. “I was just wondering if you managed to find some uppity new boyfriend out at school yet.”

“Ah,” you sigh, that thought the furthest from your mind. “No, Kelce. C’mon, you’d know.”

Just then, Margot and Gretchen call you over from the other side of the kitchen, more jell-o shots in their hands. You turn back to Rafe and Kelce, giving them both a smile. “Duty calls. Nice to see you guys. Hit me up before we leave?”

“Yeah,” Rafe nods, while Kelce just watches the two of you. You give them both a two finger salute before heading off, knowing you’re gonna need more than a few jell-o shots to shake the feelings you were having about an old friend.

—

“Could you have been any more fucking obvious?” Rafe says, harshly nudging Kelce’s shoulder once you’re out of sight.

“What? You wanted to know. Now you know,” Kelce rolls his eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I was just curious,” Rafe sighs, exasperated. “Jesus. Now she’s gonna think I want to—”

Kelce narrows his eyes. “Don’t you?”

“That doesn’t—we don’t—it doesn’t matter,” Rafe stutters. But he doesn’t say ‘no.’

“I promise, dude. She’s not gonna suspect that,” Kelce sighs, putting your bottle of wine back in the fridge. “Y/n is seriously the only person I know who’s more oblivious than you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t think… no. She has to know I had a crush on her, right?”

“Highly doubt it,” Kelce says, considering it for a second. “Highly.”

“There’s no way. I was… there’s no way,” Rafe says. “Could you ask her?

“You could ask her. Take her out or something,” Kelce shrugs. Rafe just rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, maybe in a million years.”

“Nah,” Kelce says, downing the rest of his drink, patting his pockets for a lighter. “I give it, like, three. Four max? I mean, it’s Y/n/n. She’ll have to have found someone else by—”

“Will you shut the fuck—”

“Three what?” Topper says, coming up to join the two of them, eyes alight when Kelce pulls a joint from behind his ear.

“Three years until Rafe and Y/n get their shit together.”

“Ah,” Topper says. “Yeah. Three’s a good guess. Cause it’s gonna have to be her. Rafe’ll never do it.”

Rafe flips him off then plucks the joint out of Kelce’s hand harshly, lighting it himself and taking a long drag.

Rafe never expected his feelings for you to completely evaporate once the two of you left town for school. He didn’t even consider that physically possible.

He knew that no matter what he told his friends, his “crush” on you had at some point evolved into a feeling he’d never felt before—and wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again. But still, if seeing you again didn’t nearly knock him completely off-kilter, like he should’ve anticipated but didn’t.

You didn’t look completely the same, not if he paid close attention. Which he did. Your shoulders were pressed back a bit further, your smiles were a bit less timid—not for him though. Never for him.

But you were still you, and he could never get enough. Would never get enough, ever.

He sees you from across the way, and you duck your head as soon as he makes eye contact, turning back to Margot and Gretchen.

Rafe shakes his head, passing the joint off and exhaling a plume of smoke. “It’s never gonna happen.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction

[engie-ivy]

Yes, he's in the hospital and doesn't remember anything about himself, but it's actually not that bad. His memories are sure to come back in a matter of days, and until then, he can spend time eating, sleeping, reading, daydreaming about that ridiculously attractive Healer...

(The aim is Funny and Fluffy Wolfstar)

It's Like the First Time

“Everything seems to be in order,” the Healer Trainee, Aubrey, says. “As we expected. How’s the dizziness?”

“When I’m laying down, it doesn’t bother me,” he replies.

“That’s good,” Aubrey smiles. “The dizziness and light-headedness should gradually disappear over the upcoming days, and then the memories will come back after.”

He nods. He’d be more worried about all his memories being gone if the Healers at St Mungo’s weren’t so certain they’ll all come back in a matter of days. Dizziness, light-headedness, and amnesia; it’s a familiar picture when being hit with a Confundo-charm from a defective wand, which the Healers have encountered many times before and has apparently happened to him during some friendly duelling.

It’s always the same picture: the dizziness and light-headedness slowly lessening, and the memories all coming back at once after two to at most five days. Like, one moment you know nothing, and the next you remember everything.

Well, he doesn’t exactly know nothing. His semantic memory is intact, meaning he has basic knowledge and remembers facts and skills. He knows he’s a wizard, he knows the hospital is called St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he knows the people in the lime green robes are the Healers, he knows that since he’s a wizard he probably went to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he knows perfectly well how to perform a wide variety of charms, jinxes, hexes and curses. (So luckily those years at Hogwarts weren’t for nothing)

What he doesn’t know is anything about himself. His episodic memory, memory for any kind of life events, is completely gone. Who he is, what he does, what he has done, who he knows, it’s all gone. His own mum could walk into the room, and he’d think she was the laundry lady. (Luckily, she seemed like a very nice lady, and had thought it rather funny)

The only thing he knows about himself, not because he remembers, but because it’s the only thing they told him, is that he’s someone named Remus Lupin. Apparently, in the past, trying to fill in the gaps has proven to be more frustrated than helpful for the patient and, as the memories will come back on their own anyway, quite unnecessary. Therefore, they don’t tell him much else, and all he can do is wait.

Past experience has also shown that the patient often finds it quite stressful, and even frightening, to be surrounded by lots of people who all know him, and whom he feels like he should recognize, but doesn’t. Therefore, friends and family are only allowed in limited numbers, one new person a day, which started with his mum.

His mum had brought him his favourite novel, saying that he read it so many times, and would always wish he could erase it from his memory just so he could read it again with the same sense of anticipation. Well, she had figured this was his chance. Now, all he can do is lie in bed, read his book, and eat food, which is... Well, pretty great actually.

He doesn’t have anything to worry about. How can he worry about anything if he doesn’t remember anything? It’s like having a little break from life and all its expectations and responsibilities. (Though the fact that he’s so happy about having no worries, makes him think that this Remus Lupin normally worries quite a lot)

When a Healer comes to see him, he suddenly knows something else about himself: he’s very, very gay.

The Healer has a classic, aristocratic beauty to him, with his sharp cheekbones and full lips, and his eyes are of a clear grey, that appears silver, which contrasts quite nicely with the strands of raven black hair that have fallen from the messy bun on top of his head. And no one has the right to look that good in lime green robes, which he fills out pretty well with his lean, muscular body.

The Healer gives him a soft smile, and really, if he smiles at all his patients like that, the whole hospital must be diagnosed with palpitations. “How’re you feeling?” the Healer asks in a warm, deep voice.

He wonders whether his semantic memory has failed him after all, as he suddenly seems to have forgotten how speaking works. “Erm...” he says, very eloquently.

The Healer frowns, and looks at Aubrey. “Isn’t the confusion supposed to be gone by now?”

Aubrey looks from the Healer to him and back to the Healer, while a knowing smile appears on her face. “Don’t worry,” she tells the Healer. “He has been perfectly responsive and coherent all day.”

“Has he had some Anti-Confusion Concoction?”

“He’s had a small dose, as the confusion was already wearing off on his own.”

“Are you going to give him Memory Potion?” the Healer continues his questioning.

Aubrey shakes her head. “We have already given him Mandrake Restorative Draught against the spell’s physical effects. Adding Memory Potion might make the dose of Stewed Mandrake too high. As we can be certain all memories will come back on their own, it isn’t worth the risk.”

The Healer nods thoughtfully. “So only a daily dose of Restoration Potion until all effects have subsided, I assume?”

“Yes,” Aubrey agrees. “Based on past experience, that’ll in all likeliness be sufficient.”

The Healer turns his head back to him, and that soft smile is back in place. He opens his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, a bright flash can be seen, and a gazelle made out of shining white light is standing in front of them.

“I’m so sorry to disturb on a moment like this,” a stressed-sounding voice of a young woman comes from the Patronus, that is directing itself to the Healer. “But you’re needed back at the HADA department immediately! We’re having an emergency.”

The Healer curses under his breath. He takes a step towards the door, but then stops to look back at him with a pained expression.

“He’s in good hands,” Aubrey says.

The Healer nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he tells him, before hurrying out the door.

Though his mum was right, and the novel is really good, he has trouble focusing on it from that moment on. He’s constantly interrupted by thoughts of bright, silver-grey eyes. Merlin, he’s seen the guy once, and he’s acting like a twelve-year-old with a crush!

Telling himself off for it doesn’t stop him from looking up hopefully the moment he catches a glimpse of lime-green robes. It’s quite a disappointment when the Healer that walks in to check his vitals is a greying, grumpy man with a face that seems to be twisted in a permanent scowl. Asking him where the good-looking Healer went to seems kind of impolite though, so he just sits and nods whenever the Healer grumbles something unintelligible.

“So, why have I gotten a different Healer?” he asks Aubrey later, trying to sound casual.

“Different Healer?” she asks, not understanding.

“Yeah,” he says, feeling to his great annoyance that his cheeks begin to flush. “There was this older man checking up on me, while before, there was the young man with the broad shoulder, shining dark hair, sweet smile, pretty eyes...” He trails off.

“Oh!” Understanding, and a not insignificant amount of amusement, appear on Aubrey’s face. “Oh, he wasn’t not your Healer, sweetie! He was visiting.”

“Ah,” he sighs disappointedly. So the Healer had only been here for some sort of second opinion, and he probably won’t be back. It was too good to be true, to have a Healer like that around as a nice distraction.

“Healer Black works for the Healing Against the Dark Arts Department,” Aubrey continues.

“You know him?” he asks.

“I know of him. But honestly,” she adds with a wink. “Everyone working at St Mungo’s knows of Healer Black!”

He chuckles. “I suppose he cannot not catch your eye.”

“It’s not just his appearance,” Aubrey says. “Healer Black is the leading expert on healing Dark Arts-related injuries and combating curses from the Dark Arts. He has invented novel Healing Spells and revolutionized the protocol for treating curses. Healers from all over the world consult him on their cases, and patients come to see him from all over the world.”

“Wow...” he sighs again, but this time it’s a more wistful sigh. He doesn’t even care anymore that he sounds like a love-struck teenager. Maybe Aubrey will write it off as a side-effect of the Confundo-charm. He briefly wonders about that himself, but as those bright, silver-grey eyes come to mind again, he knows he’s under a whole different kind of spell.

“Yeah,” Aubrey smiles. “He’s quite a remarkable man.”

“So I guess I won’t be seeing him again then,” he says dejectedly, letting his head hang. He wonders why they’d sent that Healer to come see him in the first place, as he surely must’ve had better things to do.

He hears a choked noise besides him, and he looks up at Aubrey, who seems to be stifling a laugh, with her hand pressed against her mouth. “Don’t worry, love,” she says with obvious amusement in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of him.”

The young man sitting next to his bed has been talking about his wife and their baby for an hour straight. Though it really isn’t so bad. His stories are quite amusing, and the man is very charismatic. He has sparkling eyes, and hair so messy, he had immediately checked whether it wasn’t storming outside when the man had entered. He has a disarming smile and a contagious laugh, and is surprisingly easy to talk to. He says his name is James Potter, and he’s Remus Lupin’s best friend.

He has to give Remus Lupin a pat on the back for having made such a nice friend. Honestly, the idea of socializing with new people, trying to make friends, does not appeal to him, and he’s glad to know Remus already has them.

“And I just went to see Sirius,” James says. “Well, more like I was speed walking next to him in the two minutes he had to get from one room to another. He still managed to apologize twenty times though. Normally, I’d say he should be sorry, but the poor guy seems to hardly have any time to eat or sleep.” James shakes his head. “Did you hear what happened? Three children were playing in the woods, and they must’ve accidentally touched an unknown cursed object. They were brought in barely conscious and with a mother completely beside herself. So of course, ‘the widely renowned and highly acclaimed, capable-of-the-impossible Healer Black’ was the only one who might save them. And he has, as they seem to be recovering,” James adds, relieved. “But really, there aren’t many excuses that would justify him not being here, but having to save children’s lives is definitely one of them.”

“Thank Merlin those children are alright. That sounds- Wait,” he says, before sitting up. “Healer Black? You know Healer Black?”

James blinks at him. “Ehm... Yeah?”

“Merlin, that man is so handsome!” he exclaims. “He was here for like two minutes, before he got called away to other patients, but I just can’t stop thinking about him! He already looks perfect, and now you’re telling me that he’s some kind of miracle Healer saving children’s lives?” He sighs. “It’s just not fair.”

At first, James still looks confused. Then his eyes widen in understanding, and his mouth starts twitching like he’s trying to hold back laughter.

He doesn’t blame him. He’d laugh at himself too, with how ridiculous he’s been acting over this random Healer. He just hopes he won’t have embarrassed Remus Lupin too much once his memories have returned.

“Don’t worry,” James says, in an amused voice. “Healer Black will come back as soon as he has the time.”

Now, his own eyes widen. “You really think he’d come to see me again?”

James lets out a strangled noise and starts coughing, which he strongly suspects being a laugh quickly covered up by a cough. “Yes,” James replies, suppressed laughter still sounding through in his voice. “I really think so.”

He knows it’s rather pathetic, but as he’s got nothing better to do, he did it anyway. He practiced what he’s going to say to Healer Black when, or if, he comes back.

He’ll tilt his head slightly downwards, so he’ll look up at the man through his lashes, and then he’ll give him a coy smile, while softly saying ‘Healer Black. It’s so good to see you again. I’ve heard many great things about you, and what you did for those children is truly admirable.’ Luckily, flirting seems to fall under semantic memory.

However, when the moment comes that Healer Black enters the room again, his carefully constructed plan falls apart.

At first, he’s stunned that yes, Healer Black really looks like that, and he hasn’t made it better in his head. Alright, the man has bags under his eyes, his robes are rumpled, and his hair is slightly greasy and so much strands are peaking out of his bun, making it look more messy than what would qualify as a normal messy bun, but he still looks like the most beautiful person in the world. He doesn’t even notice Aubrey and James walk in after Healer Black.

He opens his mouth to deliver his carefully practiced lines, but the words die in his throat as Healer Black... Well, flings himself at him. He literally splays out on top of him, hugging him close and pressing his face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much,” Healer Black murmurs against his skin.

He freezes. Yes, he has forgotten quite a lot, but he’s still pretty sure this is not the standard operating procedure for Healers to greet their patients. “Erm...” He says, once again ever so eloquently.

Healer Black lifts his head and looks up at him in confusion, but he can’t possibly be more confused than he’s feeling.

James scrapes his throat. “Remus, may I introduce you to Healer Sirius Black-Lupin, your husband?”

“So neither one of you decided to tell him?” Healer Black has crossed his arms over his chest and is glaring at Audrey and James.

“I’m sorry, Healer Black!” Aubrey squeaks. “I know I should’ve told him, but it was just too cute, watch him be all smitten with his own husband.”

He isn’t really listening. He’s openly staring at Healer Black. Apparently, he bloody married the guy, so it’s allowed, right?

“I don’t know how you pulled this off, Remus Lupin,” he whispers under his breath. “But thank you, and kudos to you, mate, kudos to you.”

As he looks at Healer Black up and down (at some point he’ll really have to stop referring to his husband as Healer Black, probably), he suddenly really wishes for his memories to come back fast, as there are some things he’d really like to remember.

Though on the other hand, he thinks, biting his lip, maybe ‘Healer Black’ won’t mind freshening up his memory in the meantime?

“Ugh,” Remus groans, hiding his face against Sirius’ chest. “I can’t believe I was practically drooling over you!”

Sirius chuckles while he’s rubbing soft circles on Remus’ back. “You were cute.”

As a reply, Remus just groans again.

“I’m sorry, though,” Sirius says, suddenly quietly. “It wouldn’t have happened if I had been by your side as I was supposed to be.”

Remus lifts up his head to look at Sirius. “Hey, none of that! You were saving lives.” He presses a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to be anywhere else.”

Sirius smiles softly at him, and Remus lays his head back on his chest. “Besides, it was a good reminder that I should be more proud of my accomplishment to get Healer Black to marry me.”

Sirius barks a laugh, that Remus can feel vibrating in his chest. “And how exactly was me down on one knee practically begging you to become my husband ‘you getting me to marry you’?”

Remus smiles fondly, happy that that memory is safely back in his head. “And it was nice to feel like having a new crush again,” he continues. “ All exhilarated, enraptured, and in awe.”

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Remus’ head. “I feel like that every time I look at you.”

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