#god i remember making potions all the time as a kid

[rebeliz7]

AUGUST - PART 3

August 3/3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader 

…

August, 21th

You walk slowly down the hallway, your eyes firmly locked on the ground and your moving feet. Maybe you’re dreaming, you certainly feel like it. 

You try swallowing down the metaphorical knot tied around your throat, but the action only makes your chest ache and you can’t focus on anything but that, no matter how hard you try. 

It was always going to end like this, you knew it. You always knew it. 

“There she is!” Steve’s voice finally makes you look up, and his face is the first thing you see because he’s coming towards you with a big smile on his lips and open arms. 

“Hey,” you manage to say right before he hugs you against his chest, and you hold onto him for a few long seconds before he pulls back. 

“Were you sleeping? Sorry to wake you.” He’s smiling, and you know everyone else is gathered behind him, but you can’t look - not yet. 

“You couldn’t find a razor in the Middle east?” You ask him, referring to his bushy beard and he laughs, before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns back around, dragging you along with him. 

He tells you something about beards and everyone laughs, but you don’t listen to any of it as all the blood in your veins rushes to your ears the moment you see them together. 

And you have no right, you know it. But to see Wanda’s arms wrapped around Natasha from behind, huge smiles planted on both of their faces, makes you feel as if they’ve shot you and they don’t regret it. 

Logically, in this analogy, you know you’ve shot yourself but you can’t help but feel what you feel.

“Told you I’d have his back,” Natasha tells you as she disentagles herself from her wife’s arms, and walks towards you. 

You don’t look up, firmly focusing on her face and her dark hair, since she’s dyed it somewhere along their mission. Steve promptly lets go of you to give her way, and you desperately wish that he hadn’t. 

“Hey, kid.” She hugs you, her voice soft as she wraps her arms around you and despite feeling like she’s taking everything away from you, you hug her too. “God, you’re tense.”

She smiles, her hands rubbing up and down your arms and you feel like you’re going to be sick. 

“Didn’t you tell me you were coming down with something?” Kate is suddenly by your side, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against her side, and away from Natasha. “I think it might be the flu.”

“Oh, I’ll make you something.” Natasha rubs your arm one last time, and you nod distractedly. 

You’re out of it, it feels as if you’re dreaming and you can’t wake up, no matter how hard you try. 

“Come on, killer. Let’s let Auntie Nattie here cook you a magic potion, huh?”

“She used to be likable. What happened to her?” Natasha complains and Clint laughs, as does Wanda. 

“Clint happened to her,” she says and you finally look up. Her eyes meet yours for a split second, and the emotion unraveling in her hazel eyes almost chokes you up. 

But Kate pulls you around and practically drags you out of the living room and down the hallway leading to the elevator. 

You can still hear laughter while you wait for the elevator to arrive, and Kate hugs you a little tighter, which you appreciate.

The two of you ride the elevator in silence, walk towards your bedroom in silence and when you go straight to your bed, Kate sits beside you in silence. 

…

August, 22th

You don’t remember falling asleep, but the moment you blink yourself awake you realize that you’ve been crying in your sleep. 

Everything hurts. Your chest feels like it might be splitting open, and this pain is so real that you could swear that you’ve hurt your ribs or someone kicked the living hell out of you last night. 

But the reality is that no one touched you, and the pain that’s slowly consuming you is that of your broken heart.

Kate is gone and it’s only a little after five, and you know you won’t be going back to sleep.

To think that only five hours ago you were happy, and now - God! You can’t feel like this, it’s not fair for you to feel like this. You have no right. 

A soft knock on your door makes you look up and before you can think of getting up, Wanda walks inside and quickly shuts the door behind her.

She hesitates the moment the door clicks shut behind her, and she presses her back against it as she looks at you with a pained expression on her face.   

“I’m so sorry,” she says after a beat, shaking her head and then she rushes to your bed—to you.

There’s a moment where you think that this might be a dream, but the way she gets under the covers, her cold hand reaching to cup your face and her lips pressing a hard kiss on your temple, tells you that this is real. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says again, her lips kissing your cheeks and your lips repeatedly. 

She hugs you close and you hug her too, and you finally let yourself cry and she’s there, cleaning your tears away as soon as they begin to fall and kissing you again and again. 

You don’t know how long you cry for, but when you stop Wanda’s arms are still wrapped around you, her lips still pressing soft kisses on your temple. All pretenses are gone, she can’t deny knowing exactly what you feel for her anymore and you don’t know what it’ll happen. 

You’re afraid to speak, knowing that once you do you’ll have to accept whatever comes out of her mouth in response. 

“Let me grab a tissue,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper and she reaches to your nightstand to grab the box of tissues you keep there. 

“Thanks.” You take a tissue and she sets the box behind you, before she takes the tissue from your hands. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she says as she cleans your cheeks, and you know your chin is trembling when she delicately touches it with two of her fingers.

“I feel like a mess,” you tell her and she kisses you, her lips pressing against yours in a soft and familiar kiss that steals your breath away. 

“None of that, you’re beautiful.” She kisses your nose, and although you don’t feel pretty you still try to smile through your pain. 

“Was that our last kiss?” You ask her and she takes a deep breath, and lets the air out slowly. You watch her swallowing hard, her own chin trembling as her eyes turn glassy while she looks at you. 

Your stomach tightens, like it always does when you know you’re about to be sucker punched, and Wanda kisses you again.

This is it, you think, as you return her kiss. This is your last kiss, and you don’t want it to be. 

You kiss for long and excruciating seconds, it might even be a minute but it ends, and she pulls back slightly. 

Her hands are still cold as they cup your face, and her eyes reflect pain the longer she looks at you. It almost seems like a storm is unraveling behind her eyes, and you desperately want to know what she’s thinking. 

What does she see now when she looks at you?

“That was our last kiss,” she says and although you knew she’d confirm that, it still feels like a stray bullet is piercing through your chest. 

“Okay.” Your voice breaks as you nod your head twice, and she takes in another shattering breath. 

“We agreed,” she reminds you, her voice breaking as well and you almost gather the necessary courage to ask what you’ve been wanting to ask her for a few days now. 

“You did listen to my warning.” You point out and a few tears escape her eyes, and as if she can’t help herself, she kisses you hard and you let her. 

She kisses you demandingly, as if there’s a part of her that wants to devour you, take all that she can get from you with one last kiss and you let her. 

The pressing of her body against yours makes you lay on your back, and she follows you in kind, her body sliding on top of you with the liberty that you’ve granted her. 

But this kiss ends too, and when she pulls back you cradle her face in your hands one last time. 

You don’t want it to end, you don’t want this to be the last time that you feel her breath against yours. You don’t want to have to miss the weight of her body on top of yours, and you don’t want to dream about the smell of her shampoo this close. 

“Your order, you mean?” She asks you with a hint of humor, though her eyes keep you prisoner of the emotions swirling in them. 

“I - Wanda, I - ”

The frightening realization that you almost spell those words out for her, has you both freezing on the spot. 

She kisses you again, and you wrap your arms around her as she sneaks her hands under your shirt. You’ve never retorted to tears for any situation you’ve seen yourself involved in, and now crying is all you can think about. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says the moment she pulls back, when you haven’t even opened your eyes again yet. 

“You keep saying that,” you tell her and she kisses your cheeks, holds onto you and presses her forehead on your shoulder, as if she can’t stand the idea of leaving you. 

“Ask me to stay,” she tells you, pulling back and looking into your eyes with a little bit of desperation. 

“What?” 

“Ask me,” she says, almost pleadingly and although you’re confused you still kiss her silly for a few hopeful seconds. 

“August is not over yet,” you tell her, perhaps sounding way more desperate than she just did. 

“August.” The word leaves her parted lips in a sigh, or maybe a prayer. “August isn’t over yet.”

…

You go about your day as normally as you can, and you might not feel happy with the way things seem to be about to unfold, but at least you’re not feeling completely destroyed. You think. 

Natasha meets you in the meeting launch with a cup of a steaming drink, that she tells you to take to help you feel better. You only meet her stare with a sinking feeling in your stomach, while you try hard not to think about what you’re doing and what it means for her, or you. 

There’s a debriefing, not that you’re paying the necessary attention to everything that’s being said. 

You do gather a few points. Natasha apparently discovered some very dark and important state secrets that will secure the team’s freedom for good. She’ll no longer have to answer the Government's shady calls, nor do their dirty work ever again. 

You only notice Rhodey’s presence when he claps his hands twice, before standing up and hugging her tightly. He’s so proud of her, and he’s not afraid of showing it. 

“You did good,” he tells her in earnest and Natasha smiles, but not fully. She’s proud too, you can tell by the way she keeps trying to hold back her smile. 

She’s happy that she’s done this, she’s happy because the White House will no longer call upon her with these less than ideal missions anymore. 

“It was long overdue.” She shrugs, but everyone else takes turns in congratulating her. 

You do your part, of course, as one of her oldests friends you hug her too and congratulate her sincerely. Natasha squishes you, she pats your arms and smiles widely at you, a real smile, a big one and your heart seems to break for a very different reason. 

You know she holds a special place in her heart for you, you know she feels somehow responsible for you and you really do love her and appreciate her, which makes all of this immensely harder for you. 

The realization that you don’t want to lose her friendship hits your full force. If there was anyone who deserved your unwavering loyalty, that someone was Natasha. 

The thought flies out of your mind the moment Wanda’s lips are insistently kissing a path down your neck the second you two find yourselves alone though. 

…

August, 23rd

Daisy is a ball of energy around Natasha, she’s eager to know what’s next for her and to be completely honest, so are you.

It’s clear that Natasha’s grown attached to Daisy, at least it’s clear to you, you’re not sure if it is for the rest of the team. She’s never been an S.O. before, and taking over Daisy’s training was a personal favor to Fury more than anything. 

“Hey, rookie. Warm up, I’ll be right back.” Natasha calls out, and Daisy gives her a thumbs up without being able to suppress the grin on her face. 

“You gotta show me those tapes,” Natasha tells you next and you nod, before the two of you begin to walk to your office. 

She’s heard about the simulation you ran since the night she came back, and you know she’s about to give Daisy a small mission, maybe as soon as today or tomorrow. 

“What do you think?” She asks you conversationally as you walk through the main reception area. You don’t need her to elaborate, and although you wish you could still see her in the eye, you pretend to check your phone as you answer. 

You can’t look at her face, not without wanting to blurt it all out. 

It should be easy, you tell yourself. It should be easy to keep this secret from her or anyone for that matter. You’re a trained spy, one of the best, and holding secrets is your specialty. It turns out that you’re still learning though. 

“I think starting her off with a low risk mission is the next step to go. You know how it goes from there.” 

Your voice carries out and the lull silence that follows it tells you that she notices how hard you’re trying, not that she knows exactly what you’re hiding, at least you hope she doesn’t know. 

Which reminds you, you still haven’t talked to Kate and each time you're with Wanda, talking is the last thing you two do. 

“You think she’s ready?” She asks as you walk inside your office and you open your laptop, her voice gives nothing away. 

You remind yourself that she’s never been an S.O. before, and if she’s asking you this then she wants an honest answer. 

You’re her friend. Before you knew anyone else in this team, in this country, before you even knew that Wanda existed, Natasha was your friend and the person who ultimately gave you a second chance. 

You owe her.  

The guilt settles in your stomach heavily, it feels as if your insides are getting tangled up inside you and it makes you slightly nauseous. 

“You think she has what it takes?” She asks you, as you bring up the video of the simulation on your computer, and you finally turn to look at her fully. 

“She’s special, Nat.” You nod, and a small proud grin appears on her lips. “She could very well one day lead this team. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“She’s got heart,” she says as you both sit in front of your desk. 

“She’s got heart.” You agree, and you press play. 

The video is just starting when your phone vibrates with a new text message, and the second you see Wanda’s name on your screen you almost panic. 

Meet me in your car. Is all it says, and you’re on your feet before you can even think of an excuse to tell Nat.

“I’ll be right back,” is all you say before you rush out of your own office. 

You make it to your car in record time and Wanda’s lips are on yours in an instant. You kiss her back, you hold onto her and when she pulls you onto her lap, you willingly straddle her.

“God, I’ve missed you.” She combs your hair back, a pretty smile on her lips as she smiles up at you. 

Watching into her eyes, you can see nothing but sincerity. She’s happy to see you, her hands are touching every inch of you that she can reach and the guilt that was threatening to swallow you whole just a few minutes ago, is gone for now. 

“Nat is taking Daisy on a mission tonight,” she tells you, confirming what you suspected . “Clint and Kate are going too.”

“It doesn’t sound like a small mission if they’re all going,” you tell her and she kisses your lips softly, her eyes still shining with mirth as she presses her lips against yours. 

“They’re just retrieving a hard drive. It looks like Kate’s contact came through. But you know Nat, she won’t take any chances this early on with Daisy.”

You do know Nat, and in the blink of an eye the guilt returns. This is wrong, and you know it.

It’s wrong to be with her wife like this, to have been with her wife like this. 

It’s wrong, and you care. You do care. 

“You talked to Kate?” You finally ask her and she nods her head, her hand still on your hair while the other one squeezes your waist slightly under your shirt. 

“She won’t say anything.” She assures you, her eyes shining with something else that you can’t fully read, as she stares up at you. 

“How can you be sure? If she mentions anything to Clint - ”

“She won’t.” She cuts you off and the sound of her voice tips you off. What swirls in her eyes it’s something you haven’t seen before, sadness maybe. 

“You’re okay?” You ask her, as you cup her face in your hands. She turns and kisses the palm of your hand, and then your wrist and the action makes your chest ache. You still think that she might lo - she might have feelings for you.  

“I’m okay.” She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay.” She repeats as she wraps her arms around your waist and hides her face in your neck, breathing you in. 

You hug her too, pressing yourself closer and when minutes begin to pass by, you realize that you’re content. What more could you ever want? With her by your side, with her acting like this, you’d never need anything more. 

And yet, now that every single thing seems to have fallen in place again, you know that you can’t have her, not for good. 

God, you should have never agreed to this. You should have kept your distance. You should have respected Natasha the slightest bit. 

“Can I come over tonight?” She asks, lifting her head with unsure eyes, as if you could ever say no to her and completely oblivious to the storm unraveling inside your head. 

You should say no, even though you don’t want to, you should. 

“Of course.” You nod, although you still feel like there’s something that she’s not telling you. 

Maybe she’s going to break this up sooner than you thought she would. God knows you don’t have the strength to do it yourself, so she needs to.

…

August, 24th

It’s past midnight when Wanda slips inside your room quietly. She must think you’re asleep because you watch as she leans heavily against your closed door, her face the picture of anguish but she takes a deep breath, unwilling to cry. 

Your stomach drops at the sight, and you feel a pang in your chest. 

She’s gonna end this. She’s gonna tell you that she can’t see you anymore, and you’ll accept it because you know this has to end.

“Wan?” You call out, nervous and afraid despite everything. 

She takes a moment to take one last deep breath, and then she walks over to your bed with a wide smile that you know is not genuine. 

“Baby, I’m sorry.” She says as she takes off her long sweater, leaving her in only a tank and sleeping shorts. “I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” you tell her. She gets under the covers as you turn around to face her. That sadness you saw on her face in the parking lot is still there, now more prominent than before. 

A part of you knows that she’s hiding something from you, and you’re not sure you want to find out what that is. 

“I want to hold you,” she says and you feel something snap, you can’t take it anymore. 

“Why do you sound like that?” You ask her and she frowns. 

“Like what?”

“Like you already regret whatever you came here to do.”

She’s immobile for a moment, her eyes just taking you in as she ponders on her answer. When she finally moves, she presses herself close to you, to the point where your chests are touching and her hand is pressing on your hip. 

“I don’t regret being here with you.” She speaks slowly and tenderly, as if the mere act of talking is hurting her. 

If there’s a knot around her throat then you know the feeling well. But she’s fighting against the need to cry, and you can see that clearly too. 

Maybe she’s feeling the same way you are, maybe guilt is also about to swallow her whole. You know what the right thing to do is here. You know. 

“Then what is it?” You ask her.

“I want us,” she says and you stop breathing. “I want you, all the time. You’re in my mind all the time, and I want you.”

She might not be here to end this after all, and you don’t know how to react to what she’s saying. 

“Wanda, I - ”

“Is this what you feel for me?” Her voice breaks, her hand pulling you impossibly closer to her own body. She knows the answer to that question. “I don’t regret you. It’s just - it pains me to have to wait to see you, to touch you, to kiss you.”

She presses her lips against yours harshly, as if desperate to kiss you and you wrap her in your arms in response, kissing her back. 

She’s still the love of your life, you bitterly realize. 

“I want you,” she fiercely tells you, the torment in her eyes no longer easy to hide as she looks at you. “I want us.”

“But I’m yours already.” You tell her easily, knowing well that you’ve never spoken truer words before. 

You caress her cheeks with your thumbs, holding her close. She knew this from the beginning, you never hid the fact that you’re in love with her and although a part of you is elated to know that she does feel something for you, you’re also very much aware of how much she’s hurting because of the same reason. 

She looks like she’s about to burst into tears, but she doesn’t cry and she doesn’t speak again either and when she reaches down between your legs, her hand slipping past your sleeping shorts and panties, you don’t stop her. 

Gasping against her mouth, you hold onto her as she enters you with her fingers, fast and a little roughly, and you allow it because you can tell how much she needs this. She has a lot to think about but right now, she needs the distraction and you understand that.  

When you cum, she doesn’t stop and your strangled cries seem to only fuel her need to feel you closer. She takes off her clothes in a rush before helping you out of yours, just as fast, just as desperate. She’s rough in a way that speaks loudly to you. 

She’s not trying to mark you, or to claim you. No, she’s trying to find the answers to this predicament in your body, in your skin, in your scent and the way you gasp out her name each time that she makes you cum. 

You want to touch her, but she pins your hands above your head the second you try it, a silent command in her eyes as she lowers herself between your legs one more time. 

…

When you open your eyes, you realize that you must have passed out. Not that you can be blamed for it… you have no idea how many times you came and Wanda was - Wanda was insatiable. 

“You okay?” She asks you, and with a start you notice that she’s hugging you from behind, and she probably hasn’t slept at all. The small clock on your nightstand points at five thirty, and a heavy weight settles on your chest all over again.

You feel guilty to be here, so guilty that you can’t be fully present even.    

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You reach for her hand, resting comfortably on your belly, and intertwine your fingers through hers. Your bodies twisted in the bedsheets tell the story of a passionate and slightly wild night and you love it to an extent, but it also scares you. 

You love everything about last night, about her words, about her actions. You want her too, you want everything with her and yet, you still know that this is wrong and you both need to put an end to it. 

“Wanda, I - ”

“Please.” She presses her cheek against yours, cutting you off and moving fast, as if she knows exactly what you’re about to say. “Please, baby. Give me a little bit of time, please.”

Knowing that she doesn’t want to talk confuses you, no matter how hard you try to put yourself in her shoes. You want to understand, and you do to an extent but to you the answer is simple. You’d never doubt when it comes to her, you’d choose her in this lifetime and every other lifetime because she’s the only person you’ve ever loved like this. 

But she’s not free to choose, choosing her right now will mean hurting someone who’s friendship you value. Choosing her will mean hurting her, and Natasha. 

She was already in love when you started this, she was never yours, not completely. 

The pain she must be feeling, the thought of it is enough to devastate you. You never wanted to hurt her in any way, you never wanted her to experience pain like that because you knew how agonizing it was. 

“You meant it?” You still ask and she hugs you closer, pressing her front to your back with relatively more force than necessary, as if she were afraid to lose you. 

“Baby,” she whispers, the pet name falling from her lips pleadingly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Her voice breaks and you panic, but when you try to turn around she doesn’t let you, keeping you where you are as she takes deep breaths. 

“Please,” she begs again and your heart breaks for her. “Please.”

“You love me,” you speak, without being able to hold it back any longer. You didn’t want to say it out loud, afraid that she’d deny it but that’s no longer an option, is it? And she can’t expect you to say nothing when it’s obvious that this, what you two have together, has stopped being fun. 

“Please.” She begs again, her voice sounding more broken and you think she’s crying now.

“Do you?” You ask her softly and she takes a deep breath, her body shaking against yours as she does. 

Just when you start to believe that she won’t give you an answer, she pushes lightly on your shoulder for you to lay on your back, her hand still holding yours and her red, raw eyes now looking down at you as she hovers over you. 

She’s been crying, and she’s in pain, which is the last thing you ever wanted. The last thing. 

She’s beautiful, even when her hair is this much of a mess and her eyes looking swollen. She’s beautiful and you don’t want to lose her, ever…

...and maybe you already have. 

“I do.” She speaks the words so softly, a whisper that seems to break her and sew her back together again. “I love you.” She’s frowning, her eyes firmly locking you in.

“Wanda.” She reaches out to wipe away your tears, tears that you didn’t even know were shedding.  

She’s just told you everything you wanted to hear, and that only makes your resolve clearer.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says as her face twists in pain and without a second thought you wrap your arms around her, just as she begins to cry. 

Hiding her face in your neck, she cries for nearly fifteen minutes without stopping and clinging so hard to you that you almost feel suffocated by the intensity of it all. 

She loves you, and you know what to do.

…

August, 25th

She’s gone when you wake up. 

You tried to stay up when she stopped crying, but you were so tired and your mind was quiet, knowing well what you’ll have to do to make things right. 

The heavy weight of your actions and their consequences seem to settle in the pit of your stomach, and you know the uncomfortable feeling of it won’t leave you alone anytime soon. 

So much for your analogy of don’t dwell on things that already happened, and that you can’t control. This guilt is eating you alive and you can’t get past it.  

This love-this all consuming love you feel for Wanda is unprecedented, but it’s making you see things as you’ve never seen them before. After what you’ve heard about love, as one does more often than not, you expected it to somehow blind you, to make you lose control of yourself. 

In a way you guess it did that, but it also has you thinking that as infinite as love truly feels like, it’s also very limited. 

There’s so much you’d do for Wanda, to keep her with you and to make her happy, to make her want you. You can’t imagine yourself saying no to any of her requests, but there are things that you’re not willing to do, there are things that you’re not willing to change about yourself and that’s something that you’ve just discovered as well. 

You won’t be this person, you won’t stay and be the one who broke off a marriage, who caused so much pain. You can’t.

The minutes seem to drag on and the day becomes the longest of your life. You don’t look for Wanda, and she doesn’t look for you either.  

…

August, 26th

The team arrives early in the morning, all smiles and proud grins in all of their faces. Daisy’s a natural, but you knew that already. 

It is with a pang of melancholy that you congratulate her and welcome her on the team. You can’t think of a better person to fill in your absence. She’ll keep Tony on his toes, and Natasha will still have someone to look after in this place. You know she needs it to ground herself. 

“Everything okay?” Steve asks you, effectively preventing you from looking over at Wanda when she joins everyone in the hanger. 

“I think the sun is setting, Stevie.” 

He sighs heavily, a protest dies in his tongue and his shoulders tense at the same time. He’s still the most expressive guy, even after all your effort in trying to make a spy out of him. 

A very long time ago, when you were still apprehensive of this team and this place, he made you promise that you wouldn’t run, not that you were planning on it but he needed you to commit to the Avengers fully, and he needed to hear you say it.

So you did, you promised and he promised to understand when your time was up in return. 

“You sure?” He asks you and when you kiss his cheek in response, he smiles sadly while nodding his head. “Of course you are.”

…

She finds you in the locker room, and she’s not happy to have been ignored for the last few hours. You turned off your phone for a reason, and a reason alone. 

“I tell you I love you, and that’s code for you to ignore all my texts?” She asks, and your stomach drops. 

You want, and you want. 

You just came to pick up your clothes, but the moment you look at her, a tidal wave of emotion washes over you completely. 

“I love you too, you know?” You tell her softly, somehow feeling defeated and that is not how it should have gone. The first time you exchanged these words should have been in a completely different setting, under very different circumstances. “But you already knew that.”

“You don’t think that’s a good thing? Us, loving each other?” Tears are quick to gather in her eyes as she asks you this question, and despite wanting nothing more than to give her the answer she’s looking for, that weight in the pit of your stomach reminds you of what’s right. 

“It could have been.” You nod, trying hard to swallow the knot around your throat. “It could have been the best thing.”

“I-I don’t know-” she sighs, the tears gathered in her eyes roll down her cheeks and you want to take away all that pain from her. You never wanted this, you never wanted to see her hurting. 

“You don’t know what to do.” You finish for her, and she takes in a deep breath, trying to collect herself. 

You always knew, and she told you from the very beginning that she plans to stay married, but that doesn’t change how it affects you. She’s already chosen, that’s why it hurts like it does.  

“I know I love you,” she says, her voice sounding much more confident that she looks and you smile, however small. 

Yes, you think to yourself, you did want her to love you. But ultimately August was never meant to turn into this, naively you believed you’d make memories that could carry you through the rest of your life. You wanted to know, you wanted to feel, you wanted to experience her but you never wanted to hurt her. 

“I love you too,” you tell her as you close the distance and finally reach out to touch her. She’s tense, the hands resting on her hips are slightly shaking, she’s scared. 

“I love you so, so much.” You take her hands and pull until she gives in and lets you hug her, and she hugs you back. 

“What am I gonna do?” She asks after a beat and you close your eyes, willing your brain to remember what it feels like to be in her arms. 

You always knew. You always knew you’d be the one who’d end up losing. You knew. 

“I love you, Wanda.” You tell her and she pulls back, a frown on her face as she stares at you. It must be something in the sound of your voice that tips her off. 

“I don’t want to lose you,” she fiercely tells you. 

“I don’t want to lose you either.” You cup her face, and you notice how hard she's gripping your shirt, she’s still trembling. “But I’m not gonna stay here just to be your mistress.”

Her eyes show nothing but uncertainty now, her grip on your shirt somehow tightens and you know what she’s gonna say even before she does. 

“Stay here?” She asks, suspicion lacing her tone and the frown on her face now more prominent, her accent thicker. “You’re not leaving.”

“Is that an order?” You ask her with humor, despite being uncalled for and her frown somehow deepens. 

“You’re not leaving.” She shakes her head, her voice stronger and you smile, although the heartbreak you feel might be making it seem more like a grimace. 

“This was never supposed to turn out this way,” you tell her and she shakes her head. “You weren’t allowed to fall in love with me, remember?”

“You can’t leave. You can’t. You can’t leave me.” Tears are still rolling down her face, now faster than before. 

“You’re hurting, and that was never part of our deal. August was never supposed to make you feel this way.”

“August,” she whispers the word as if it was cursed. You’re starting to see it that way too, so you wouldn’t exactly fault her for it. 

“August.”

It doesn’t surprise you when she kisses you, no matter how demanding and desperate the kiss feels. You’d do anything, you think, to stay here with her and forget about the world outside of these four walls.

“You can’t leave,” she tells you, the moment she pulls back, and there’s something different in the way she says it this time around. 

“You’re gonna stop me?” You challenge her, but as soon as that wave of bravado comes, it’s gone and you deflate almost instantly. 

If you’d been more careful you would have caught the look on her face as she pondered your words, but the moment passes quickly and you take a step back from her embrace, and you try to center yourself again. 

“I’m not gonna be this person, Wanda. I’m not gonna be the person that ruins someone’s marriage, I’m not-”

“You’re not ruining anything.” She cuts you off. “I’m not getting a divorce, I’m not-”

“Exactly.” You interrupt her too, her words, like daggers to your heart, give you the necessary push. “There’s a bigger picture here, Wanda. You told me that this is more than just a team, and I get it.”

“We’re not talking about the team right now.”

“We are, whatever happens here-”

“Nothing has to happen. Nothing has to change.” She tries to cut you off again.

“I’m not gonna be your dirty little secret forever!” Your voice echoes in the otherwise empty locker room, and she looks away, at a loss of words. 

You have no right, you always knew. You always knew what this was. God! 

“I know you’re not getting a divorce, I don’t want you to.”

“You’re not a dirty secret,” she tells you and when she takes your hands, you seem to breathe a little easier. Her hands are cold, which is a reminder that even though everything changes, also everything stays the same. 

“Tony knows,” you blurt out as an afterthought, which is absurd because you should have told her a lot sooner. 

“He does?” Wanda asks, worry suddenly swimming in her eyes, clear for you to see.

“Yes, I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner. I should have.”

“I’ll talk to him.” She assures you, her hands squeezing yours lightly. 

Looking into her eyes you can almost breathe in her anxiousness, her slight panic, her confusion and above all, her pain. But there’s something more there too, a quiet and dangerous determination that you’ve seen before, but you don’t know what to make of it. 

“What are you thinking?” She asks you softly, her hand reaching out to cup your face, as if things were still the same. 

“I’m leaving, Wanda.” You tell her, and she shakes her head. 

“No, you can’t just leave.”

“I can, and I will.” 

“No, you can’t.” The red mist of her powers swirls in her eyes threateningly, and you flinch back instinctively. Despite having been as close as you’ve been to her for the past month, you’ve never seen her powers this up close, not like this. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes quickly, her hands holding you close. 

“It’s-it’s okay.” 

Your heart is beating fast, even after she jumps back when the door bursts open and Steve walks inside, Bucky following close behind. 

“Hey, Wanda.” Steve smiles as Bucky takes off his shirt, and you try to get your heart rate back to normal. “Natasha’s looking for you.” 

“Thanks. I’ll go find her.” Wanda answers absentmindedly, her eyes still trained on you. “Don’t do anything until we talk. Please?”

You can see her trying to keep her tone casual, although the look in her eyes betrays her. The way she spoke about Kate not saying anything suddenly strikes you differently. You know what she’s capable of, the possibility that she actually made Kate forget she ever saw anything is there. 

“Okay.” You agree quickly, and although she takes a moment to leave, she still does. 

…

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of uncertainty for you, but however curious you grow about what you think might be happening, you refuse to call or try to contact Wanda.

She doesn’t contact you either. 

…

August, 27th

You wake up to the sound of the alarms blazing, and red lights flashing around your bedroom. Friday is repeating a warning message, and you slide off your bed with the utmost care, picking up the gun you keep under your mattress on your way. 

Pressing your back against the side of your bed, you try to make contact through your phone but the signal is down and there’s no wifi connection. Friday is still repeating the same message, over and over again, which means that whoever is doing this knows what they’re doing a little bit too well. 

You’re about to make for your door when it opens from the outside with a hard shove. 

“It’s me!” Wanda shouts when you raise your gun, your finger about to pull the trigger and you let out a hard sigh.

“What is going on?” You ask her, standing up and walking quickly towards your closet. “I almost shot you.”

“Friday is down, Tony is freaking out and we can’t reach Fury, or anyone outside of this place for that matter.”

You dress quickly, changing into one of your tactical uniforms that you keep in your room for emergencies, and load yourself with a few rounds of bullets and two more guns.

“There’s no wifi connection,” you tell her as you pick up your hair and then secure two hand knives onto your boots. 

“I know, come on.” She says, and before you can make for the door she grabs your hand, and you finally take a long and hard look at her. 

She’s still wearing the same clothes she was wearing before, when you were talking in the gym, and her eyes look red and a little swollen. She looks disheveled, as if she hasn’t slept in days and you’re only barely noticing. 

“Where’s everyone else?” You ask her, as you take in her appearance, but she doesn’t answer, instead she pulls you closer until her lips are crushing against yours and you have no other option but to kiss her back. 

Frowning, you kiss her quietly and wantonly, even under the circumstances you’re under, you can still feel yourself weaken under her spell. 

You don’t want this to be over, you don’t want to have to miss her, you don’t want to have to dream about kissing her and miss the way her lips once felt against yours. 

But you know what the right thing to do is. 

You have to leave, and you have to do it soon. 

Her hand is gripping your hair and her lips bruisingly pressing against yours, when the earpiece you’re wearing crackles to life and Tony’s voice comes through. 

“I have control again. Is everyone alright?” He asks, and you pull back. 

Cupping her face, you quickly wipe away a tear that’s slowly making its way down her pale cheek. 

“You’re not leaving,” she tells you and you feel your heart breaking. 

“I have to.” You argue, and her chin trembles as tears begin to roll down her face faster. 

“You don’t.” She shakes her head, her hand still gripping your hair and keeping you close. 

You hear a shot being fired, and Tony’s loud voice comes through. You have to move, but somehow you find yourself rooted to the spot. 

“Wanda.” You sigh and she shakes her head again, refusing to see your point. 

“You’re not leaving,” she says and you see her eyes shining red, and a wave of panic hits you unexpectedly.

“Tony?” You ask her and she grabs your waist with her free hand, pulling herself that much closer to you, until she’s pressing her forehead against yours, her other hand still buried in your hair. 

“He won’t say anything,” she assures you with morbid confidence. 

“What did you do?” You finally ask her, fear lacing your tone, fear that’s quick to spread to every inch of your body. 

“August was supposed to be ours,” she says and you grip her wrists as you try to look into her eyes. 

“It is. It has been.” Your words don’t seem to register to her, and she lets out a sob that breaks you completely. 

“August was supposed to be ours.” She repeats, as if she didn’t hear you in the first place. 

“Wanda, what did you do?” Your voice breaks, and she finally looks at you. 

There’s an explosion somewhere close, you can hear the team’s voices in your ear shouting, fighting and grunting in pain. Everyone else is battling an enemy somewhere close and you can’t look away from Wanda’s crazed look in her eyes. 

“You’re not leaving,” she says again. “I’d rather you stay-”

“Wanda.” You plead, not knowing what’s happening completely. 

“-even if you don’t remember us.”

“Wanda, no.” You try to pull back from her hold, but her grip is iron tight. 

“I’ll remember for us both.” She assures you, as you become terrified. “I’ll remember for us both.”

She cries, her eyes glow red and she kisses you one last time, however short and bitter.

…

August, 28th

…

August, 29th

You wake up in a Hospital room, alone and confused. 

Your head hurts, and your throat is sandpaper dry. 

You have no idea how or why you’re in this bed. 

“Hey, you’re finally awake.” Natasha enters your room, and when you try to speak and fail, she rushes to pour some water in a cup for you. 

She helps you sit up a little bit, and holds the cup to your lips for you to drink. 

“There you go.” She puts the cup aside as you lay down again. 

“What-what happened?” You ask her, and she sits on the edge of your bed before taking your hand in hers. 

“The Compound was attacked. We found you unconscious in your room. You were probably standing too close to one of the bombs that went off.”

You have no recollection of a fight, and the more you try to remember what happened, your headache gets worse. Natasha’s forehead is patched up, and she’s sporting a nasty large bruise on her collarbone and neck, all signs of a battle that you have no recollection of. 

“The team?” You ask her, worrisome creeping up on you and she squeezes your hand lightly. 

“Clint was shot, and Tony took a hit. He’s being watched, Bruce says he’ll be alright.”

“Bruce is here?” You ask her, as you struggle to swallow, which she immediately notices. 

“Here,” she says as she gives you more water to drink. You thank her, and she takes your hand in hers one more time. “You feeling alright?”

“Confused more than anything.” You admit, a frown taking over your expression. “I can’t remember the attack, or what was happening before.”

“It was the middle of the night,” she tells you calmly. “You were probably asleep, we all were. Wanda left to find you, but she never made it to your bedroom.”

Wanda. You think you’d remember if she was ever in your room.

“I must have hit my head pretty hard, huh?” Natasha smiles, however sadly and you realize that she must have been worried. She’s always felt somewhat responsible for you, ever since you joined the team. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she says. “You had us worried for a bit there.”

You’re about to say something when Wanda walks inside the room, and if you believed in cliches, you’d think that she just stole your breath away. As it is though, you look away, barely catching her eyes in greeting. 

She’s dangerous to look at, you’ve learnt. 

“You’re feeling okay?” She asks, and the anxiousness in her tone catches you by surprise. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Natasha says. “Just a bit confused, as was to be expected.”

Wanda rushes, or you think that she does, to the side of your bed, her eyes glancing at every inch of your face. Which confuses you even more, the way she’s behaving, since you two have never been that close and you actively try to avoid spending too much time around her--for reasons. 

“You’re okay?” She asks you, her hand reaching out as if to touch your face, but she pulls back at the last second. 

“Yeah.” You try to nod, and her eyes frantically search for something in your face. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” she says quickly, too quickly for it to be genuine. “I’m fine.”

You learn about a new terrorist group, hellbent on eliminating the Avengers and every other heroic initiative around the globe, claiming freedom, true freedom, whatever that means.

Natasha has to tell you about a mission she and Steve apparently left on for most of August, not that you can recall it. 

The Doctors, and Bruce have to go over several tests with you. They do an MRI and they keep you in observation, trying to figure out how you might have forgotten an entire month, but none of them can explain it.

Wanda stays when Natasha is needed in the Compound, and she keeps a close eye on you, nervously pacing each room you’re taken to and paying close attention to each interaction you have.  

“It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?” Kate asks you conversationally when she comes by to visit. Her left hand is patched up, after apparently she stopped someone from stabbing her with her bare hands. 

“August is just a month.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. You hit your head and you forgot a few weeks of your life, but overall, you’re okay and you can always make new memories. 

“August was important,” Wanda says from the couch where she’s been sitting inside your room. Her voice trembles, and you catch it with yet another wave of confusion washing over you. “August meant something.”

“There’s nothing I can do now though,” you tell her and just when you catch her eyes, she looks away in a rush. 

You try not to look at her for long, you make a point of not being close to her, or try to understand what exactly each tone of her voice means. This crush you harbor for Natasha’s wife is dangerous, and you know it. 

“I guess not,” she says, her voice uncarestalistaclly soft. It almost sounds as if she’s one step away from falling into the abyss, and you don’t understand why. 

“You okay?” You ask her again, and she swallows with obvious difficulty before she nods her head. 

“I’m fine,” she says one more time. “They attacked our home, and it just-it scared me, that's all.” 

…

August, 30th

The hardest part about being the only one who remembers something, is the constant need to talk about it and knowing that she can’t. 

Wanda drives you back home with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She drives your car, the same car you used countless times to drive her away and kiss her silly. 

You sit in the passenger seat, looking outside the window and avoiding looking at her, all things you used to do before August tenth.

She continuously tries to swallow down the knot around her throat, but she’s aware that the damn knot is there to stay. No matter what she does now, she can never take back what she’s done. She can never undo what she did. 

“You feeling better?” She asks you, and you nod your head. She knows nothing is wrong with you, physically at least, but she can’t help but ask. 

“Yeah. I’m okay. Kinda curious about August, but no more than that.” You admit, and she clears her throat subtly, if only to keep her tears at bay. 

It seems like your logic about not being able to change the past is back in full force too. 

“You spent most of the time with Daisy,” she tells you and that spikes your interest, you turn to look at her fully, while she continues to drive. 

“That’s Natasha’s rookie, right?” 

“Nat asked you to keep an eye on her while she was away.”

“Did I torture her? Did I make her want to drop the towel? I’m not sure if I’m a good teacher to be honest.” 

She smiles, appreciating your usual sense of humor, while a wave of nostalgia curses through her entire body. She misses you. 

She misses you so devastatingly hard, and you don’t know because she made sure that you don’t. 

Wanting to scream, she grips the wheel with both hands and grits her teeth instead. 

“You’re a good teacher,” she says, her voice breaking as she speaks and she sees you catching it, but you’ve gone back to being the person you were before august. 

“Why, thank you.” You grin, but you also look away. You look away because you were always respectful, you always kept your distance and you would have never crossed any line if she hadn’t asked you to. 

…

August 31st

She doesn’t sleep, she can’t, and Natasha notices. 

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” She says again and again, when Natasha gives her that look that means she knows something, but won’t say anything until Wanda is ready to talk.

Wanda might never be ready to admit to another living soul of what she’s done in August. 

She tracks you down without even noticing. She makes a point of starting lunch when you’re in the kitchen, just so she can see you for a couple of minutes. Because that’s all she gets now, just a couple of minutes that aren’t really hers to have. 

She doesn’t eat, she's not hungry. 

“I’m okay. I’ll have something later.” She tells her wife when Natasha notices. 

Natasha doesn’t push, she’s not that kind of person.

Wanda tracks you down to the gym, where you’re sitting on the mats, trading jokes with Daisy and Kate, and a new wave of guilt threatens to break her. 

Flicking Clint’s memory wasn’t that hard, she barely wished for it and the next moment all the suspicion he was harvouring for you vanished. Making Kate forget was a little harder, however young, Kate’s always been the one with the strongest will among the lot of you.

You never knew, although she’s certain that you were close to figuring it out. 

She never wanted August to end like this, but the thought of you leaving for good made her panic. She’d rather carry the story of you in her mind, all by herself, than never see you again. 

You won’t remember, but she will for the both of you. 

After all, August was always meant to be hers and hers alone. 

...

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #scarlett witch x reader #august

[whathebeep]

How BG3 partners would help with migraines (cause as a migraine haver I love imagining this)

✨Astarion✨

Astarion would be such a god send- not because he's familiar with caring for such ailments, no- but because he's so cold to the touch. Astarion would cuddle up to you, a fair trade off- he could enjoy your warmth and you could appreciate the cold touches against your forehead. He'd give you a shoulder rub, focusing on your neck and providing relief there. He'd also, as a courtesy, avoid drinking your blood for the next day or so, just so it wouldn't potentially make things worse.

🐻Halsin🌿

Halsin would know just what to do. He'd know all the natural remedies- would know that mint rubbed against your temples would help, to bring you some ice water that'll soothe any pains. With druid magic he could easily summon some chunks of ice to either put in a cup for water, or to wrap in a clothe and put against your head. He'd make sure his tent got nice and dark so you wouldn't be bothered by the sunlight outside. He'd make sure you were nice and comfortable, and would come cuddle up with you once you had everything you needed.

🗡️Wyll💖

Wyll would make you soup, and offer medicine he often took when dealing with such things. I imagine Wyll gets bad stress migraines sometimes so he has some remedies of his own that he can provide you with. He brings you a soup seasoned with a special blend he keeps on hand, key ingredient being cayenne pepper to help with blood flow. He'd keep you in his lap and gently spoon feed you before ushering you to lay down for a nap. He'd bring you a cold wet clothe to cover your eyes and forehead, and would stay by your side.

☀️ Shadowheart🌙

She'd have some spells to help with such a thing. Keeping the tent nice and cool, she'd also keep it quite dark- either using magic to keep the light out or knowing how to seal the tent proper for it. She'd keep your head in your lap and have a night mask to make sure the light didn't potentially cause you pain. She'd keep your head in her lap and gently stroke your hair, soothing you and ushering you to sleep.

🪬Gale📜

Gale would know some magic spells to help put you to sleep so you could heal and not be in pain. He'd even fill his tent with fog cloud to make the temperature nice and cool for you. I imagine he'd also have a nice few teas that could help you sleep it off, as well as keep you hydrated- and when you'd wake he'd bring you a nice meal, some bread to help with any nausea.

🔥Karlach🗡️

Karlach would make sure you were nice and comfy. She'd focus on what you wanted and not how she knew how to manage pain- asking gently what you'd like for her to get for you. She'd probably bring some health potions and water to keep by your side, and keep you nice and cozy comfy in her tent. She'd even bring you Clive to cuddle with so you could sleep it off. I'd imagine she'd stay out of the tent to avoid making it a sauna, but I think she'd sit outside and tell you stories, maybe some she remembered from being a kid.

⚔️Lae'zel🛡️

Lae'zel would show you meditation techniques used by her people to clear their minds ahead of battle. While she was no monk, it was a monk gith technique passed down to drive past the pain and be ready for the fight ahead. She'd bring you water and make sure you were comfortable, but aside from that she'd insist you focus on meditating the pain away. While potentially not effective the first time, eventually she does help you master the technique.

#whathebeep #beepwrites #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #drabbles #bg3 fanfiction #halsin #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #wyll #gale #gale of Waterdeep #lae'zel

[laurasauras]

rose lalonde. that's it, that's the question.

isn't it just! god i love rose.

it's that she's one of those girls who pretends she has it all together, who thinks she's worth more because she is witty and can come up with brilliant burns exactly on cue, but she's also the girl who pretended her cat could talk to her and who would pretend to have a magnetic W as a mustache and is 13 and was probably making potions in the mud with a stick last week.

she's as cool and calm as a forest pond, and you know there are depths there but you assume those depths are things like "can commune with gods (really)" and "maybe she's telling the truth when she says she's read proust". and then you're 14 and so is she and you're finding out that the depths are "she learned how to cope with being bored and isolated and doomed from a mother she maybe shouldn't have forgiven".

and oh, i have all the pity in the world for momlonde. how awful to be put on this planet to raise a child who will end the world before creating a new one? how could you make friends under those circumstances, knowing they would all die because of what the universe has planned for your little girl? how could you sleep at night knowing that at the very least she'll be traumatised, but it's much more likely that she'll just be dead.

but rose didn't know any of that.

rose just knew that her mother wasn't around, not even to make sure she had the capacity to feed herself, let alone making sure that she was.

she knew that if she screamed that she wanted to kill herself or jammed needles in a (dead) powerpoint, her mother wouldn't talk to her, but she might be given a pony or something.

she knew that the only time her mother was around was when she was drunk, and when she was drunk she would be able to tell rose that she loved her and that she was perfect, and maybe she was merry or maybe she was crying but whatever it was, it was fucking hard to trust. because being sober next to a drunk person's sincerity is unbearable. you know that if they weren't drunk they wouldn't be crying or saying all of that, so it doesn't fucking count. and if you were so perfect and loved, then why would she even need to drink. you're 10 years old and you're supposed to be the centre of your mother's whole life, but you're not and you never have been. you're just the inconvenient kid she remembers when her breath stinks and she can't pronounce your name anymore.

and when you're 14 and she's dead and you're staring at the code you found while trying to make apple juice for someone who is your family (but you can't express your love for him), you remember being 4 and standing in her high heels, your ankles barely poking out of the toe of the shoe. and now they fit pretty damn well.

you're on a journey you can't speed up, knowing that at the end of all this bullshit that doesn't matter the people closest to you might be hurt, might be dead, and the air smells just a little bit doomed ... and in that golden window after two drinks but before five, your mom was charming and funny and beautiful, and she could actually say what she felt. if you're going on your first date with a woman who might make the meaningless tedium worth it, maybe you could use a little of that.

BUT ROSE ISN'T JUST HER TRAUMA!

Rose Is The Flame I Am Drawn To. She Makes Me Feel More Alive Just By Glancing At Me. I Am Bewitched By Her Intelligence And Electrified By Her Humour And Devoted To Her, Just Her, Everything That She Is

rose acts like shes a princess and like the rest of us should feel grateful that she even notices we exist but when you get down to it no one carries a bit like her. she matches me every goddamn step no matter what and she gets what its like to care without making some kind of deal about it

rose is just kind of a dork. it's funny how everyone thinks she's scary. okay, so in a battle between chuck norris and rose lalonde, chuck is going home crying about his kicked nuts and his mommy issues, but just because rose is badass doesn't mean she isn't also the kind of girl who snorts milk through her nose laughing at me pretending to be a walrus with breadsticks. last week. we are 40.

(dear god i'm sorry about the inaccuracy of those text colours, it hurts me too)

so yeah. rose lalonde. that's it, that's the answer.

#homestuck #character study #rose lalonde #rose #tw alcohol #momlonde

[eneablack]

when i first shifted to my fantasy dr (part 1)

i shifted to this dr in the past and i made a google doc about it because i wanted to send it to my friends but now that i have this account i can share the experience with y’all too :)

i recently shifted there again and wanted to share that too but i thought it would be better to post this one first as it explains more about my dr.

i’ll just copy and paste the document but it says that it’s too long so i have to split it into two posts.

so here we go.

OKAY SO I don't know where to start because I'm still freaking out okay. first of all, to shift, I simply set the intention to wake up in that specific reality (which I called “fantasy reality” because I didn't know what other name to give it) and went to sleep without doing anything else except visualising some parts of my dr house. the next morning i felt something on my face like someone was holding my face in their hands which scared me because i went to sleep alone and usually no one wakes me up but then i remembered it could be mom since we had something to do that morning. only that it wasn’t mom- opening my eyes I was hella shocked, I can't even explain what I felt after seeing that I had neteyam in front of me (yes, I added him to the script of this reality too), after all these months of pure agony (and I'm not kidding) I was finally in front of him and him in front of me. i immediately tried not to act weird but it was super hard so after he asked me if i was sick i told him i had a very weird nightmare and i still had to recover. the fact is that in this reality where I shifted he is not a blue alien but a "human" version (not so much human because he's an elf) and god, he was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. at that point he seemed kind of worried about me because i was staring at him the whole time in silence trying to realize what had just happened so to avoid freaking him out more i told him i was so tired again and fuck, he laughed and then he fucking kissed me. to say that I exploded at that moment is an understatement, but let's overlook it. we got out of bed and started getting ready because, from what I understand, we had decided the night before that that morning we would go to my best friend's café (her name is auri and she is a fairy) and it was initially strange to realize that I had wings on my back (they are not so big anyway, that's why I didn't even feel them at first) and I immediately wondered how the fuck do I put a shirt on 🧍🏼but in the end I wore something all shredded. auri (one of my best friends) was so energetic, she never stopped talking but it didn't bother me. then my other friends yuri and will joined us (it’s will byers lol, i added him to the script after watching stranger things this summer). and will is a faun here 😭 he is truly a love, the sweetest and kindest person i know. I'm writing too much maybe I should cut it a bit, i’ll try to summarize from now. in the afternoon comes my favorite part: my work. in this reality I am half fairy half witch, which is a rare gene there (i scripted so because i wanted to be main character), in fact I am almost the only witch in the village apart from my mother and grandmother. so I went home to prepare a potion that someone had asked me for, they had to spray it on the garden that would make the crops grow well. meanwhile, while I was working on my table/altar, neteyam was working on a wonderful painting (that’s his job) which represented the image of the ocean at sunset with a ship in the centre. it was incredible, he was so talented. after i finished the potion i had another customer that day who ordered me a tarot reading so i went to her house (customers often come to my house but it is more usual for me to go to them). she was a young fairy and lived with her mother. as soon as I arrived they were both very kind and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink before the reading, I said maybe later but they insisted so they made me sit down and gave me a slice of lemon cake (y’all it was so good) and some tea made by them.

(go to my next post for part 2 cause i can’t fit the entire text here for some reason)

#shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #success story #shifted #shifting stories

[mikaelsonstanaccount]

This is my first time publishing my work so yall be nice. Also this is for @klonnieshippersclub Klonnie Week

Klonnie Week Day 1: Domestic Intimacy 

Klaus smiled as he watched Bonnie gather flowers from their garden. After Tatia Klaus assumed he could never love again, but there she was. She was his sun, moon, and stars. He had no idea what he had done for the gods to bless him with her. All he could do was just watch her in awe. She was truly his and he couldn’t believe it. “You’re staring again my love.” Bonnie smiled as she walked back inside to finish her potion. She took up potion and jewelry making after her grandmother, Ayanna, left the village. Potion making was where she found her sense of tranquility. It was what kept focused and kept her mind sharp.

She heard their baby boy, Emil, cry out before Klaus swooped in to care for him. The witch smiled seeing her husband doting on their baby boy. He had him wrapped around his tiny fingers. Klaus even went as far as to offer to hunt for one of the village seamstresses for a week in exchange for a few matching outfits for them. They had at least 6 matching outfits. “Oh what’s the matter little one? Are you hungry? Did you miss mummy and I?” He cooed before walking over to Bonnie with him. “He couldn’t possibly miss you, my love. You spend so much time with him he doesn’t even get the time to miss you.” Bonnie added  before her husband let out a laugh. “I think mummy is jealous that we spend so much time together.” Klaus whispered to little Emil  before smiling.

His cries moved into quiet whines as Klaus rocked him and hummed a lullaby that he remembered Ayanna would hum as she crafted. “I think we should have many more babies.” Klaus smiled as Bonnie shook her head. “Emil is still a baby and you want more? He’s barely aged 6 months.” Bonnie laughed as she began to bottle the potion. It was just a simple gardening potion for their neighbor. “Not now, my love, but I want Emil to have a bunch of siblings. A home full of children.” Klaus said as he sat down and rocked him. “We will my love, in due time.” Bonnie smiled as she wrote instructions on the side of the bottle. 

After she was done she walked over and picked their baby boy up to feed him. “Hey, we were having mens time.” Klaus pouted playfully before Bonnie rolled her eyes and continued to feed him. “When you gain the ability to feed him, then I will not interrupt your mens time.” She joked before moving to burp him. “Well I guess you can interrupt for that.” He huffed before smiling. “He has to grow up big and strong. A warrior.” He added as he looked at Emil over her shoulder. “Emil, Son of Niklaus, the strongest warrior, and the mightiest of men.” Bonnie said as she held him up in the air. She saw his gummy smile before smiling herself and putting him back in Klaus’ arms.

Later on that night the couple stared at their sleeping baby boy, waiting for the same feeling to overcome them. “He looks just like you.” Klaus murmured as he  looked down at her. Truthfully he was sleepy but he refused to sleep before his family was asleep. He remembered how often he and Elijah would be left to stay awake and watch the family sleep while Mikael slept peacefully. For some reason that action, combined with many others, is what he used to make himself a better father. He wanted to be the father he always wanted for his children. He owed it to them and to himself to be the man that Mikael didn’t raise, to be the man that young him would have bragged about to the other kids. 

“Sleep my love.” Bonnie whispered, kissing his head and laying down beside their son. Klaus smiled tiredly before humming and laying down beside her. He pulled them both closer to his body before closing one eye and waiting for Bonnie to sleep. He could tell Bonnie was pretending to sleep so he closed his eyes and let sleep take over. 

#klaus mikaelson #klonnie #bonnie bennett #bonnie x klaus

[yowyowyaoi]

Tobi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Sasori

What exactly do you expect me to say to that?

Donuts outside your door. Peace offering.

I’m sure it’s just as scared of you as you are of it.

No it’s three. THREE leaves are bad.

I’ll have Deidara give it to you but from now on if you idiots choose to keep going out without sunscreen I’m no longer treating the burn.

I noticed. But we all have secrets. That one is yours.

I’ve long forgotten the taste of food but if you think you can do a better job than Konan, by all means tell her. I’m sure she’ll take it well.

From Zetsu

What would he even be to you? Uncle? Grandpa? Great-grandpa? 

Patience, sunshine and a lottttttt of sugar.

He wouldn’t be very pleased that you’re letting one immature blonde ruin your focus this way …

No I HAD to eat him. His screaming would have attracted the enemy.

Your eyes look atrocious have you been using the drops??

Don’t kill it until I get there! They make great snacks 😋

I get that but sleep is important too kid.

Pls tell me you’re not the one who ate it all. Please. Please.

From Hidan

I mean maybe if you had a bigger dick but I’m not even sure the puppet has one at all so idk man 🤷‍♂️

Geez I wasn’t that drunk was I? 

You’ve got some balls on you bastard but fuck yes I’m in!! 😈 Funniest shit ever.

So get out of bed and come hang out. Just laying there all day ain’t helping shit.

It’s rated R but only for the sex shit. Don’t worry I know what a little bitch you are about scary movies 🙄

You snitch on me and tomorrow you wake up with your severed hand shoved up your ass 😇

Stop being such a stingy mf you don’t even like ribs asshole!

Not as weird as you think. He’s very flexible for a geezer 

No you’d be perfect for it. Nobody could read your face bc of that fucking mask!

Don’t let Konan see she’d kill both of us and then dig us up to fuck us up again 😓

From Kisame

Itachi insists I ask you to join us, so please come.

There isn’t one in your closet and even if there was, why would you send ME after it?!

God are you and Itachi related or something?! I can’t get either one of you to stop with the damn sweets!

PLEASE stop jumping on the bed I gotta get up in 3 hours I need SLEEP 😡

Stop asking me 1000 questions every time you watch the Discovery Channel 😑

From Nagato

I’m tired of speaking to you three about the same damn issues every single week. You are all grown men and I should not have to babysit you.

If I’m getting complaints from people OUTSIDE of this group? Then, yes, it is a problem.

Do as you see fit but remember your missions take precedence above all.

I’d advise you to keep in mind that he’s only 19 years old, and he already has that hair-trigger temper.

At least on this one point we can agree: white-haired “mentors” are the worst. 

What makes you think Sasori would make a good Pein-body for me? 

From Kakuzu 

You realize every cloak you tear up I’M the one hand sewing the replacement??

You Deidara Hidan all need to clean your rooms you’re making the house smell like a public toilet 😡

Only if YOU want to be the one to go out and catch the bounty to afford that.

I would suggest you stay focused on your missions. This is a serious organization, not a highschool.

I doubt that. I’m rarely surprised, brat.

Be a lot easier to treat it if you took that damn mask off and let me SEE it, kid.

Not complaining about the money but … how did you get it so fast 🤨

Konan says it was you, you say it was Itachi. Wonder what Itachi’s going to tell me.

No. And anyway you’re old enough to know that “love potions” aren’t real.

From Konan

Dinner’s ready!

You know that’s a completely inappropriate question to ask a woman, right?

Come see me later I’ll use the good shampoo and then give you a trim 😊

The other things I don’t mind but everyone is responsible for their own underwear.

Just go play with the one that Itachi absolutely does not have in his room.

Okay but FIVE SEPARATE PEOPLE came to me and told me they saw you playing with it right before it “mysteriously broke”. 😒

Not saying the muscles are impressive. But. 🫣

From Itachi

I’ve found that massaging the lids for half an hour and then resting with a cold cloth over them really helps.

I saw. I couldn’t believe how tall he’s gotten 😢

I’ll let you read it when I’m done. It helps with a lot of the overwhelming feelings.

I’m not scared at all. I just don’t want Kisame to be around to see it happen.

Honestly? I don’t trust that old man and I don’t think you should either, cousin.

A few bad teeth is probably the least of my health concerns, ha ha 🙃

Come walk with me. Give you a chance to breathe for a while.

Yeah but the thing about dreams is at some point, you’ve got to wake up. 

We’re both young and strong. Together with Sasuke we could do it. And be free.

Are you kidding? That movie would have BOTH of them pissing their pants. 🤣

No matter what he’s just going to find an excuse to fine you for it and take it out of your pay.

Ugh I tried but the way he eats everything super rare? And then licks the blood off the plate?? 🤢

From Deidara

Well you know he’s immortal so, never.

A big box of dangos and like half a cherry pie. You can have it but do NOT let me catch you eating everything at once.

We leave in 20 min. Don’t forget your pack this time.

No Kakuzu thinks Hidan did it and I’m not gonna correct him, and NEITHER ARE YOU.

That’s … pretty gay, ngl

Socks first, then shoes. Not sock shoe sock shoe. If there was a fire you’d be running out with one foot naked. Who tf raised you?!

Yeah I made it for you. I know you like turtles. And no it doesn’t explode.

I dare you to say that to him

Heyyyy you got $30 I can borrow 😅

No really DID you hide my clay?!

Me, Hidan and Uchiha. You’re coming too.

The way one loves a *friend*, yes

Did the salmon give you the shits too?? God my asshole feels like it’s melting 😫

#tobi #obito uchiha #texting #the akatsuki #deidara #sasori #hidan #kakuzu #itachi uchiha #zetsu #konan #nagato #kisame hoshigaki #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series #implied tobidei?

[wednesdaynott]

Draco Malfoy Broke The Baby

“Granger.” Draco Malfoy shook the his wife frantically. “Granger, wake up!”

After a three-day labor, Hermione Granger awoke with a start, convinced something horrible had happened.

“Granger,” Draco’s voice was now a whisper. “I broke the baby.”

Wandlessly, she added more light to the room where she saw her husband holding their newborn son, Scorpius, with a nervousness she’d never seen from him before.

He placed the baby in her arms where she saw that little Scorpius appeared to be breathing just fine with all his fingers and toes. As she watched the newborn’s tiny belly move up and down, she once again found herself in awe that this beautiful creature could have come from her and her husband.

After a moment where she was utterly unable to identify anything that could be amiss with her child, she felt an intense annoyance bubbling inside her. Did her husband, by all accounts a bright man, not realize that roughly 72 hours of labor had left her worn completely out?

“Draco, did you hit your head?”

“No!” He was completely exasperated now. “Watch more closely this time!”

It was hard to tell because of the tuft of hair Scorpius claimed as his own was so fine but when Draco picked him up, his hair definitely lightened to a pale blonde to match his father. Then, when he set the baby back in her arms, his hair darkened to match hers.

Chopping it up to her exhaustion and a trick of the light, she sighed and handed the baby back to his father. “Draco, I’m exhausted. The Healers looked him over nearly a dozen times because you were so convinced something was wrong.”

“It did take a long time for him to finally pop out.”

“And yet, none of those with years and years of Healer training were concerned. No, the only one with any concerns was the one with a Potions mastery.”

His nostrils flared in anger. “Hey! I worked hard for that and you know it.”

“Yes,” she said while closing her eyes. “But it doesn’t qualify you to determine if the baby is healthy.”

“So they said,” he mumbled under his breath before shaking his head and remembering what he’d woken her up for. “Granger, listen! His hair changes to blonde when I pick him up! And then it’s darker when you hold him.”

“We can ask the Healers about it when you no doubt call them for a non-emergency,” she said without bothering to open her eyes.

Off in his own world now, Draco began to rant, “I didn’t charm him, I swear! I don’t understand how I broke him. Maybe he got into my Potions stock? I mean, I baby proofed it a week after you told me we were gonna have a baby, but maybe I missed something? But no, that doesn’t make sense since I was holding him the entire time. But you know, kids can be little troublemakers. I wasn’t because, I mean, you met my dad, but I’ve heard your school stories. I should have guessed that our children would be prodigies at trouble making. Maybe you should be in charge of him because you obviously think like him. I’m so sorry that I’ve already failed at parenthood. I knew I would struggle with fatherhood but I thought I’d make it longer than a day before…”

Hermione impatiently interrupted him. “Merlin, Morgana, and all the other gods, you are the most dramatic human to ever walk the earth.”

“Wow,” Draco mouthed as she picked up a piece of parchment and a quill.

“I’m going to write to Andromeda and get her to visit us soon. This sounds like what Remus described when Teddy was born.”

Draco paled. “You think he might…”

“Yes, I think it’s entirely possible that something in your gene pool causes metamorphmagi.”

“So it is my fault!” Draco moaned as he sat down in the plush armchair next to her bed.

She picked up the quill and began furiously scratching out a note she also dictated,

“Dear Andromeda,

If you could please visit Malfoy Manor at your earliest convenience, Draco and I would appreciate it greatly.

I have no doubt that Narcissa has already informed you that Scorpius James Malfoy arrived this morning after an arduous labor and we’d love it if you could take a look at him. When Teddy was born, I recall Remus saying that his hair changed colors within hours of his birth and that Nymohadora did the same thing. It appears that our sweet child may have the same qualities.

If you could pop in to confirm our suspicions and impart some of the wisdom you no doubt have, we would appreciate it greatly.

Oh, and I’m sure little Teddy would love to meet his baby cousin.

Hoping to see you soon,

Hermione

P.S. If you speak to Draco before you get to me, ignore him. Childbirth appears to have made him hysterical.”

“Hey!” He cried with a light laugh at the last line. “I am not hysterical!”

“Well, something is definitely wrong with you,” Hermione snapped before she handed him the letter, “Send this to your aunt immediately. And Draco?”

“Yes?” He asked frantically, clearly noticing that she was prepping to go back to sleep and leave him alone with the baby again.

“You are and will be a great father. I’ve believed this for a long time.”

“But Granger, how could you ever say that? Even my mum says my dad was awful and I didn’t have any other examples. My godfather was Severus Snape, for Salazar’s sake!”

“Hush,” the finality in her tone shut him up at once. “You are a great father who cares very deeply and I love that about you. But even great fathers need guidance sometimes, that’s why there’s mothers. So I’m here to tell you what great fathers do.”

“What’s that?”

“They let the mother of their child sleep after labor.” Her face softened into a small smile. “No, really. You’ll be fine. He’s not broken at all and we both love you very much.”

#draco x hermione #dramione #dramione fanfic #harry potter #dramione drabble #hermione x draco #new baby #new parents

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

I hope I'm not bombarding your ask box with these questions but I really need to get to the bottom of your characters because you have me wrapped in a chokehold with their detailed stories! 🥲🧎‍♀️

Do you think you can write something about their second-born? How did Isabel feel about another child? How did Ominis take this news? And how did he feel having a daughter? I imagine he feared that his second child would have his blindness once more, but Isabel couldn't be bothered as she's just happy to have this little growing family with him. 💕

You are always welcome to send as many asks as you want!! 💚 I get SO excited about your asks because they’re so thought-provoking! There is no way you could ever bother me with them

I touched very briefly on their decision in Home, but basically they just knew one kid wasn’t enough lol. I always believe that wizards have the advantage of perfect contraceptive spells and potions, and that Isabel and Ominis made the choice quite deliberately. Between Isabel’s father and siblings, they had plenty of childcare support. And from friends like her muggle neighbors, Sebastian, Natty and Mara (still yapping about her, thanks @boxdstars LOL 💚), they had a lot of emotional support, too.

Isabel was extremely happy to have a second child. She always envisioned herself with more than one, and she loves being a mother—especially with all the love and help from her husband. Hearing their little children laugh and play always cheers her up and helps her remember that all her sacrifices are more than worth it to grow and nurture a happy little family alongside the love of her life.

Trying to get pregnant was just as physically difficult the second time around (only God knows how Ominis has multiple siblings lmaoo) and, in some ways, even more emotionally exhausting than their first because they knew it was possible—it was just a matter of resisting the urge to set expectations, deadlines, etc. for themselves.

Ominis was elated about the news of Isabel’s second pregnancy, and the second time around he was much less worried about having a blind child. After noticing how their two year-old was thriving and happy in his parents’ care, Ominis was much more at peace with his son’s blindness and just focused on making sure Joseph had a normal and happy life. He was able to set aside a lot of his internalized ableism by caring for his son; he noticed that Joseph wasn’t bothered by his blindness because it’s all he’s ever known, and that triggered a huge paradigm shift for Ominis. Ominis still experiences the inconveniences and aggravations that come with being 100% visually impaired, but he made a lot of progress towards making peace with it. He was already an amazing father when Joseph was born, but he was even better by the time Jane was born.

Ominis was also just extremely excited to have both a son and a daughter to love (and to spoil when Isabel isn’t paying attention) :)

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #isabel greymoore #headcanons

[chiquititaosita]

Latina, bruja and a OP fan? I am sold!!! Also latina (Brazilian bdw) also, Luffy with a bruja s/o? Maybe a with a little more focus on the curandeira side of things? Thank you, love your blog

bear note: omg thank you so much! love my brazilians, y’all’s good though chefs kiss 😩❤️ anyways yes!! I must complete the monster trio with this 😭❤️! all im going to say luffy with more of a curandera s/o is more cursed (the shit I see happen for context of those what people don’t know a curandera is  

A curandero/curandera is a traditional native healer/shaman found in Latin America and the United States. A curandera is claimed to administer shamanistic and spiritistic remedies for mental, emotional, physical, and "spiritual" illnesses. 

Luffy w/a curandera s/o (latina reader)

Luffy x latina reader

post type: head canon

-if luffy had a curandera for an s/o (that’d be you), you’d be choppers doctoral assistant, or a holistic nurse

- he supports you, as long as you support his dream being pirate king, he’ll support you and your curanderismo

- “Y/n makes all of these jars with shells, rocks! And this liquid called Florida Water!! she speaks highly of it I remember she used it on me this morning! I felt more relaxed after fighting a marine!”

- cleansing his energy from the nightmares he’ll have.

-“y/n! I had a dream this morning, and I don’t know what it means!-“

- you’re the one treating his wounds

-“EWW IT TASTES NASTY!”

-“it’s not supposed to be consumed. It’s vaporub. Now hold still amorcito or your cold is going to get worse.” you’ll be stern with him, and flick his head.

-“I feel better y/n! Thank you thank you thank you!!!” When he finds out you have talented skills when it came to healing he was shocked.

-“YOU DO MAGIC?!” He’s like a little kid with stars in his eyes. It’s super duper adorable 🥹

-“GUYS Y/N IS A HEALER!! SHE DOES MAGIC!!! LOOK AT WHAT SHE CAN DO!!” Will do his best to hype you up, and make sure you’re good enough.

-“Y/n, I found you a rock it was pretty like your eyes! You should put it in a potion!”

-“ i got you more Florida water!!”

-“ I had nami and sanji go get your supplies of herbs that you needed, so we can spend some time together!”

-“so do we eat the egg?”

-“no. we dispose of it, it has all of the negative energy we needed to release.”

-“but can we eat eggs?” he’ll give you puppy eyes

-“Luffy you barley like eggs-“

“sHUT AP!”

- sanji thinks your hands with cooking are said from the gods 💀

-“oh y/n swan! the way you execute that menudo dish is magnificent! Extravagant divine!!!”

-“wait! I wanna taste it!!”

-“OMG THIS IS AMAZING! Y/N YOURE ON DINNER DUTY TONIGHT EVERYONE WILL LOVE TO EAT THIS!!” Let’s just say luffy didn’t even get full.the whole crew agreed that this soup is a comfort dish indeed. It became everyone’s go to soup on the seas. Let me just tell you. Everyone was so full.

- If your abuelita and tias saw how much he can eat. They’d be so happy and compare him to everyone like

“why can’t you eat like y/n’s boyfriend luffy,”

“Mama he’s rubber, and HES A PIRATE!”

“y/n! Look I found you a rock! It reminded me of you!”

-“Y/n!!! Play with meeee!!!!”

-“I can’t right now amor I’m working.” You’ll be cleansing chopper,ussopp, robin, nami, zoro and sanji. With copal and smoke, waving it all around them.

“What are you doing ?!”

“SHH!! SHES CLEANSING!” everyone knows that you need it to be quiet when cleansing. If not you’re going to lose focus. trust the curandera you don’t want to ruin it.

- He really tried to eat the copal, and Florida water that was being sprayed.

-“LUFFY!”

-he’ll just cough the shit out and laugh out loud

- “Im okay *will immediately get distracted* ooh taste earthy.”

-“At least he’s cleansed. WAIT WHAT ABOUT THE DEVIL FRUIT POWERS BEING GONE!?” Chopper will screech on the top of his lungs poor bby

-everyone will sigh in relief realizing that he’s okay , and he in fact is still a rubber man.

- instead he started acting like a fucking goat

-looking at the bottle you saw the label with a goat potion that was poorly drawn. You didn’t even think about the fact that your boyfriend would outsmart his crew and his partner.

- “See guys THIS IS WHY WE DONT FUCK WITH BRUJERÍA AND ALWAYS LOOK !!!?” you’re stressed the fuck out after a minute of overly researching how to save your boyfriend

-“GOTCHA!!” You’ll hear him pick you up and laugh. As you’re crying in frustration smacking him!

-“PINCHÉ! COCHINO!! LUFFY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS!? WHAT IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY PUT AN ATTACHMENT ONTO YOU!” you we’re scolding him, and nami even punched him for you.

-“whatever it doesn’t matter, I’m just happy you’re okay my captain.” You’ll hug and kiss his cheek.

-“that was fun we should do that again!- wait imagine if I actually turned into a goat.” Y’all will just laugh

- “wait Lu! I have a question what did the bottle you drink say?”

-“oh it had a horseshoe, berrys, and gold.”

-“aye wey.” you facepalmed at the fact he drank a luck oil. All it took was to find loads of food, and be rewarded with abundant amounts of you guessed it.. meat.

- it’s an adventure to have luffy as your partner while you’re a curandera on the ship. You’re kinda like the second mom of the ship (robins mom, franky is dad.) it’s so adorable that the both of y’all are passionate about y’all’s dreams, and planning to accomplish those dreams together 🥹❤️

#luffy x latina reader #one piece imagines #luffy x reader #mugiwara luffy #strawhat luffy #luffy x y/n #luffy x poc reader #one piece x reader

[hinatastinygiant]

21 | Blue Girl Rose

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

"Hey, I brought my umbrella!" you call out to your brother as you enter the small apartment he was given within Hogwarts and shut the door behind you. "Not sure why you want to go outside on a day like this but here you go!"

James approaches you from the kitchen and lets out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Y/N. I still can't believe the student who never returned mine."

"Bet they used Incendio on it and would rather you think it's lost than burnt to a crisp," you chuckle as you hand him the umbrella.

"Very funny," he smirks, taking it. "But thanks. I've got a date, if you must know, and I'd rather not ruin her dress. Not on the first date anyway."

"Oh? Yes, I'm sure Professor Garlick would be rather cross if you ruined her clothes."

"That's not who I'm talking about," he says, crossing his arms and looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, no? Who is it then?"

"It's none of your business," he snaps before turning back and walking to the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I'm making lunch."

"Lunch?"

"Yes, lunch. Don't act so surprised," he replies.

"I mean, well... Okay," you shrug. "What are you cooking?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," he tells you. "And there's some garlic bread on the counter if you want it."

"Spaghetti?" you repeat, looking at him with wide eyes. "God, I don't remember the last time we had that."

"It's not the greatest," he sighs, stirring the pot. "But it's the best I could do. I felt like making something myself instead of relying on magic to get something decent to consume."

You smile softly as you watch him. "It'll be fine. I'm sure it'll taste better than what I make."

"That's true," he chuckles.

"Hey!"

"What?" he laughs.

"I'm a better chef than you," you scoff.

"That's true. You are. Well, depending on what it is."

You roll your eyes as James serves you a plate of food before sitting across from you at the small table. The two of you then eat your meals and talk for a while. When you finish, the conversation soon shifts to a topic that James has been avoiding.

"So," he says, putting his fork down, "are you ever going to tell me how serious this thing is between you and Gaunt?"

"Well, uh, I'm not really sure," you admit as you push around a meatball with your fork. "We're friends, but he did invite me to be with him the night of the ball."

"Ugh, don't remind me of that," he grumbles. "I can't believe the Headmaster is making making me work it. I don't want to watch a bunch of kids running around and being stupid."

"Well, don't drink too much that night. Wouldn't want the Headmaster thinking you're incompetent," you laugh, causing James to smirk.

"I doubt they'll have anything stronger than butterbeer," he shakes his head.

"There's other ways, you know," you grin as you reach into your pocket for the potion you made in herbology with Garreth. "Here, drink half. It'll make you feel all tingly and warm. You know, high."

James stares at the vial, skeptical. "I don't know... this is different than smoking weed, Y/N."

"Oh, please. I would never make something that could hurt anyone. Drink up," you encourage.

"Fine," he sighs, accepting the vial from you.

"Drink slowly. Don't drink the whole thing," you warn him. "Save the rest for me, and maybe Luna."

He does as instructed and, a few minutes after your turn, the potion starts to kick in. You can tell because his eyes glaze over and his pupils dilate. His movements slow down and he becomes very relaxed.

"Whoa," he laughs, his voice softer. "This feels really weird."

"Doesn't it?" you giggle, feeling the effects yourself. "Hey, James, you should invite Professor Garlick to the ball. Even though you both have to work it, maybe you could still spend some time together."

"No," he replies quickly.

"Why not?"

"Because we're at work," he states.

"So? You could always ask her to dance or something," you shrug. "Besides, she's a person, too. Don't be a dick."

"I'm not a dick," he mutters.

"Sure you're not," you smirk, and then allow yourself to flop down on his sofa. "Which is why you'll invite her to the ball. She deserves to be asked to something fancy like that."

"She can do whatever she wants, Y/N," he grumbles.

"James! Come on," you whine.

"Alright, fine," he grumbles as he sits down next to you.

"Good job," you grin, patting him on the back. "She'll be happy. Now, what are you wearing?"

"Uh, my regular clothes, I guess."

"No, no, no. You can't wear that," you protest.

"Why not?"

"Because this is a ball, James. Everyone will be in fancy dresses and robes. You have to dress up," you explain.

"But I don't have anything fancy," he frowns.

"Aw man, I guess it'll be a sibling trip to Hogsmeade once this weather clears up," you suggest.

"Okay, okay," he chuckles. "I'll find something to wear."

"Good," you smile.

"But if she doesn't say yes, then you're paying," he adds.

"Deal."

***

The following week in Herbology, you walk into an almost empty room. Professor Garlick is happily humming the tune of some song as she waters the plants, her back to the door. When she turns around and spots you, she gives you a polite smile and nods.

"Miss Bennett," she greets, placing the watering can down and wiping her hands on her robes. "Good morning."

"Morning Professor," you answer as you approach her. "You look happy."

"And you're early," she remarks.

Well, of course you are. You had to check in on her before class. Especially since James was more than happy to buy his own clothes in Hogsmede last week.

"Am I?" you hum as you look around the room. "Well, it's quiet in here. I was hoping I could get some studying done before class."

"Oh, certainly. Feel free," she smiles.

"Great," you grin as you place your books on the table and sit down. But without even opening them, you look up and watch as she continues her routine of smiling and humming a familiar tune.

"Professor Garlick?" you speak, deciding to take the risk.

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I was just wondering if-"

"Oh come on, Leander," Sebastian's voice breaks out as the door opens wide. "Class doesn't start for another ten minutes! Why are we-"

The two of them stop in their tracks as they see you and Professor Garlick alone in the room.

"Nevermind," he finishes, shaking his head.

"Oh, Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Prewett, you're here early," she comments. "Huh, maybe I'm the one running behind."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to say," Sebastian replies, glancing at Leander, looking rather irritated by the situation.

"I thought she was alone. Figured it'd be a good time to ask her out," Leander whispers to Sebastian as Professor Garlick walks away. You shake your head and decide to place your attention on the books rather than the two idiots in the room.

"And why should I care? She doesn't even like you, mate."

"Oh yeah? Why do you think that? She hasn't told me no yet," he answers smugly.

"Maybe it's because you're an idiot," Sebastian suggests.

"And what would you know?"

"Well," Sebastian crosses his arms. "I know she's already been asked to the ball by someone else so your chances are quite slim but by all means, go for it."

Leander lets out a huff and mutters something to Sebastian before turning and walking out of the room. Sebastian merely rolls his eyes and sits down in the seat next to yours.

"You've got a lot of nerve," you comment, not even bothering to look at him.

"Do I?"

"You should know the answer to that, Sebastian," you say, closing your book and looking over at him.

"Was I... interrupting something?" he replies, shaking his head.

"Well, not directly," you answer. "I was just trying to talk to Garlick about something."

"She seems rather giddy today," he hums, looking across the room to where she's still humming and tending to the plants. "I wonder why..."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure it's because of my brother," you mutter.

"Really?" he grins, leaning closer. "How's that?"

"Let's just say I helped him out a bit," you chuckle.

"Is that right? What a good sister you are," he smiles, and the two of you share a brief moment of silence.

"Anyway," you finally say, breaking the tension. "Who have you decided to pursue for the ball?"

"Actually, I did want to talk to you about that..."

"If you're about to ask me to be your date then you should know I've already made plans."

"I'm aware," he nods. "No, I was actually going to ask if I could take your friend, Luna. That is, if you're okay with it."

"Seriously?" you gulp, thinking back to how she had planned to ask Poppy.

"Yes, seriously. So is that a yes or a no?"

"Uh, I mean, I'm not sure," you reply, still slightly caught off guard. "I think she's already going with... with Poppy."

"Poppy Sweeting? Shit, the girl's a walking green flag there's no way I can compete with her," he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No, it's not your fault," he says, and stands up. "I guess I'll just have to find someone else."

"Perhaps Professor Weasley is still available," you smirk, realizing more students are walking into the room now.

"Oh, shut up," he grumbles.

***

Just as soon as class is over and you've made your way back to the Ravenclaw dorm room, Luna runs right up to you and throws her arms around your shoulders, letting out an excited squeal.

"Thank you, Y/N," she practically cries.

"Luna, what's going on?" you ask, pulling away.

"I walked to Poppy," she smiles, wiping her tears away.

"She said yes?!" you gasp excitedly.

"She said yes!" she beams, throwing her arms back around you and giving you another big hug. "I'm so happy!"

"That's great, Luna. I'm so happy for you," you grin.

"Oh, Y/N," Luna says as she pulls away. "I've just got to show you the dress I plan on wearing. I think you'll love it!"

Immediately, you're yanked by your arm and pulled out of the common room and towards her bedroom. There, she holds up a gorgeous fairy-tale-like ballgown in a soft pink hue. Luna tries it on for you, sliding her off-the-shoulder sleeves from the delicate fabric up her arms. The bodice, decorated with an intricate, floral patterned lace, slides up her torso as the skirt- made out of multiple layers of tulle- gives her the most beautiful silhouette. It's just like her to have it embellished with glitter, too, catching the light and giving in the most beautiful magical shimmer.

"Oh! I almost forgot the shoes, too," she gasps before turning to her trunk and pulling out a matching pair of pink heels.

"You're literally a princess," you smile as you hold onto her arm so she can try the shoes on as well.

"Mmm, I know," she chuckles. "And look! If you're nice, I might just let you borrow my wand and give you a little sparkle, too."

"Oh, you will, will you?" you laugh.

"Yes. It's a big confidence boost. At least for me," she shrugs.

"Well, thank you. I'm sure I'll need it," you say. "I don't even know what to wear."

"I wouldn't worry too much," she replies as she turns her back to you and you're not quite sure why. "I'm sure you'll find something. If not, you can always borrow one of mine."

Serpents and Roses

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #ominis x y/n #ominis x you #ominis x oc #x fem!reader #x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts oc #ravenclaw #slytherin #strangers to lovers #slow burn #muggle x wizard #muggle reader #muggle born #serpents and roses

[bi-disaster-kit-herondale]

The Last Hours as Midnights

it’s long overdue. been in my notes for a while

lavender haze : cordelia and james

“And you don’t really read into my melancholia. I’ve been under scrutiny. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me. I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.”

maroon : anna and ariadne

“And I wake with your memory, over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy, to leave. The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me. And how the blush rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon).”

anti-hero : matthew

“I should not be left to my own devices. They come with prices and vices. I end up in crises, tale as old as time. I wake up screaming from dreaming. One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving, ‘cause you got tired of my scheming.”

snow on the beach : lucie and jesse

“I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it. I don’t even dare to wish it. But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I’m all for you like Janet. Can this be a real thing, can it?”

you’re on your own kid : alastair

“I’ll run away. From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes. I called a taxi to take me there. I searched the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare. You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.”

midnight rain : grace

“My town was a wasteland. Full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders. But for some, it was paradise. My boy was a montage. A slow-motion, love potion, jumping off things in the ocean. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice.”

question…? : matthew and cordelia

“Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices. We had one thing goin’ on. I swear that it was somethin’. ‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights, a color I’ve searched for since.”

vigilante shit : cordelia

“You did some bad things, but I’m the worst of them. Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie. They say looks can kill, and I might try. I don’t dress for women, I don’t dress for men, lately, I’ve been dressing for revenge.”

bejeweled : anna (& ariadne)

“And we’re dancing all night. And you can try, to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line. What’s a girl gonna do? A diamond’s gotta shine. Best believe I’m still bejeweled.”

labyrinth : alastair (& thomas)

“Lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile. You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.”

karma : lucie

“Sweet like justice, karma is a queen. Karma takes all my friends to the summit. Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me. ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend.”

sweet nothing : matthew and james

“I wrote a poem. You say, ‘what a mind’, this happens all the time. Ooh… ‘Cause they said the end is coming. Everyone’s up to something. I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.”

mastermind : grace

“What if I told you none of it was accidental, and the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me. I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line.”

characters from @cassandraclare

lyrics by @taylorswift

stay tuned for 3am edition ;)

#the last hours #shadowhunters #tsc #tlh #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #jordelia #thomastair #ghostwriter #blackdale #grace blackthorn #matthew fairchild #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #lucie herondale #anna x ariadne #anna lightwood #arianna #ariadne bridgestock #kamala joshi #heronchild #fairstairs #cassandra clare #taylor swift #midnights #taylor swift x shadowhunters

[nyashykyunnie]

the temptation to make a manhwa with the mc being an international hunter level but he's extremely feared because of how violent he is in the field of battle. I'm talking raw unadulterated violence that makes your stomach churn and vomit from disgust, all while his grey eyes would remain unfeeling. He was known for his lack of using weapons despite being a pro at all things, why? He is simply venting out his frustrations. From a measly E-ranker to suddenly the most powerful man to walk earth— Did he use anything? A system? A super-potion? Did he sign a contract with the devil? Is he the descendant of a great god who loved sleeping around with mortals? No. He was just an ordinary kid born in a family of rich socialites.

If so, then what awakened him? What made him so violent that he surpasses his supposed limit?

Well, he lost his best friend. A beautiful boy he pampered so much in their youth. He lost that precious boy because he was involved in a drunk driver accident. And the moment he lost him, all hell broke lose in every fiber of his existence.

He wanted to kill himself, to join his baby wherever it is. But he remembered the promise he made, a promise that says: "Live as long as you can, okay?"

That cringey, goddamn line.

But he kept his promise. He couldn't kill himself so where did he turn? To the gates. He tirelessly killed over and over and over and over and over and o v e r.

He killed and killed until he rose from a measly E-ranker to an S-ranked level. He was praised and admired, but did he care? No. Screw that fucking money. He has it all since he was a fetus so what the hell is he going to do with those billions of dollars?

And thus he became too reckless, too arrogant, and he battled a god level in a gate. The result? Caused him his life ofc. But somehow he was given another chance, and he woke up again, in front of the person he lost— Rambling on and on about how amazing manta rays are. He would've kissed him right then and there but he held himself down and simply held his friend's hand and squeezed it, all while ignoring the ai voice booming beside his head announcing shit he could care less about.

And so begins his retry on life again, but this time— He would male sure nothing happens to him in this life. Damned will he be again if he loses this boy with the knowledge he has.

And here I say his name, Minseok's fr canon Boyfriend— Baek Hanwool.

But then again knowing how stupidly ugly my anatomy is im pulling a leg here so fck me this will just go down the rabbit hoke of brainrot gm

#∞ ₒ ˚ ° 📎— kyunnya speaks #⋆˙⟡♡☁️— kyuu kyuu's ocs

[livsoulsecrets]

Kinnporsche characters/ships as Midnight’s lyrics

Kim Theerapanyakul as Anti-Hero

When my depression works the graveyard shift, all of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

One day, I'll watch as you're leaving, ‘Cause you got tired of my scheming (For the last time)

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism

I'm the problem, it's me, at teatime, everybody agrees, I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Porsche Kittisawasd as You’re on your own, kid

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out, there's just one who could make me stay all my days

You're on your own, kid, you always have been

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money. My friends from home don't know what to say

KimChay as Midnight Rain

My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences

My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice. He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain, he wanted a groom, I was making my own name, chasing that fame

He stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight

Vegas Theerapanyakul as Vigilante Shit

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder, which one will be your last lie? They say looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men, lately I've been dressing for revenge

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends, don’t get sad, get even

Tankhun Theerapanyakul as Bejeweled

Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band, they ask, "Do you have a man?", I can still say, "I don't remember"

Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve

Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky

I went dancin' all night and you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line, what’s a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine

Kinnporsche as Sweet Nothing

Everyone's up to something, I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they’re push and shovin', you're in the kitchen hummin', all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors and smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more”, to you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

Vegaspete as The Great War

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur, all that blood shed, crimson clover

My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the Great War

And maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from a crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did, so I justified it

Hold you down on that icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair and we will never go back to that bloodshed

I vow I will always be yours ‘cause we survived the Great War

TayTime as High Infidelity

High infidelity, put on your records and regret me, I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eves?

At the house lonely, good money, I'd pay if you'd just know me

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough

Chay Kittisawasd as Would've, Could've, Should've

And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven

Memories feel like weapons and now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

And if you never saved me from boredom, I could've gone on as I was, but, Lord, you made me feel important and then you tried to erase us

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be, the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind, I regret you all the time

I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, the wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

#kim theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kinn theerapanyakul #chay kittisawasd #KimChay #meta #midnights taylor swift #Taylor swift lyrics #Taylor swift #tankhun theerapanyakul #TayTime

[lee-hakhyun]

595, 596, 597

yoo joonghyuk you asshole

here's my summary and thoughts on the first half of episode 9, 'Words that Can't Be Written'!

595. Words that Can't Be Written (1)

so. lee hakhyun's in a terrible state, and he was pulled away by a thread of light

o..ouch....

right, so this is definitely yoo sangah so, kimcom is aware that's something is up, but it seems they can't help out? oh hakhyun,,

lee hakhyun wakes up to jhw and ksi calling his name, and when he looks down, his body is fine. his head is not fine, probably. when jhw leaves to get water for lhh, ksi and lds come over to ask lhh what happened.

it seems he doesn't remember what had just happened he confirms with everyone that

they weren't able to find jiyoon, but she's read orv a lot. i'm sure she's still alive somewhere. but there's another question

are they really dead? did any of them end up in the underworld? are they just.. gone?

ye hyunwoo comes up and greets hakhyun then, and lhh belatedly notices people are moving around and preparing for something

emergency defense? this was happening earlier than in orv, and it wasn't planned. how did all the green zones get destroyed so quickly? ...there's only one answer to that. lhh had too much faith in yjh

god damn it, joonghyuk lee jihye goes to the stairs to watch. it's too late to persuade her to help now, but it seems ye hyunwoo has prepared everyone beforehand

to make it clear, the '7 apostles' is an orv fan club but it's led by 7 'apostles', one of which is killer king lhh again noticing the differences between this turn and kdj's turn

jung heewon. i love you. in every turn, she wants to protect,,,

orv isn't over yet. there are still stories to be told 'he couldn't even do that properly' holy shit hakhyun give kdj a break LMAO

with ye hyunwoo and gong pildu leading chungmuro station, the emergency game starts

this is concerning. she's not here to help the readers and it seems han sooyoung is planning on killing yjh. yoohan♡

596. Words that Can't Be Written (2)

gong pildu uses [armed zone], and his turrets take out waves of ground rats, but more continue to rush in. people fight, and people die.

lhh and ksi talk while they fight. i can see how sein didn't see the scenarios as fully real,, this is like both the most unbelievable yet believable thing ever. it's orv, who hasn't thought about what would happen if the scenarios started? but it's a whole different thing if it actually happened. there would be some separation from reality

yeah.. this could mean something going to write your own story, hakhyun?

the stuggle continues, and grolls start to emerge along with the ground rats. grolls are 8th grade monsters, and take a lot more to kill than a ground rat eventually, gong pildu needs to reload, and hakhyun's party steps up to cover the gap they manage to survive that long, but gong pildu was getting tired. kim dokja had given him a ton of potions, but hakhyun.. well, he's about to, but gong pildu calls hyunwoo

HE WENT ALL IN ON MAGIC POWER. THIS INSANE KID i commend him for being so attached to a character he'd base his whole strategy around them. the 'tech tree' that hyunwoo had been talking about all this time was for this. he's putting everything into surviving with gong pildu

good for him! the constellations took notice too (i don't know if i've mentioned this before, but pay attention to the constellation who hasn't revealed a modifier. he keeps showing up with,, interesting messages.)

but, someone says the words.

don't know if i talked about this before, but the last time someone said things were going 'smoothly', things did NOT go well. a screenshot from chapter 558

if you find yourself in the scenarios, do not say smoothly ^^

so, there are phases now, and a giant 7th grade monster appeared. the pildu and hyunwoo combo can not deal with this. but there's someone who can.

hakhyun has his own tech tree! well, not really, but it's close enough

another mention of hakhyun writing side stories speaking of the side stories;

597. Words that Can't Be Written (3)

lhh got that notification, but he's kind of in the middle of a battle. can't really check his phone right now. let's put that aside for now

jung heewon! with her new attribute, 'judge of demons', she's able to deal with a monster at this point only yoo joonghyuk would be able to kill.

oh!! she learnt a skill on her own!! jung heewon!!! catching the interest of the constellations too jhw against an imaginary yjh.. getting thrown off a bridge would do that to you jhw was really strong in the main story also,, lhh wonders if she'll be able to match yoo joonghyuk this time

there's the chapters, and the one we're reading right now i previously posted screenshots on this, but he uses the comment passes and gets very short comments. this pisses him off. with 2 passes left, a new option appears

pay coins to read top rated comments! coins really are everything the comment may be referring to hsy's plan for yjh? of course, lhh has no idea about that, and thinks that obviously nobody can deal with yjh he uses his final pass, and,

uh oh. but everything's going smoothly?

oh.

the comments are still increasing. lee hakhyun thinks, are the stories of the 'extras' written?

i'll come back to this in a later chapter.

lee jihye is a main character, not an extra. she wouldn't die. neither would jung heewon. but what about cheon inho? lhh hands jhw to ljh, who takes it in confusion. and then lhh starts walking forward.

i don't know how i feel about him relying on his skill to tell if he'll live or die. i believe in him, but this also doesn't feel good but go hakhyun!! write something good! you wouldn't go too far, would you?

#orv side story #orv #orv spoilers #side story rambles #jung heewon you are AMAZING #<- SO STRONG. LOVELY. BEAUTIFUL #my summaries do not capture the full emotions from actually reading the side story #please read the side story. i will share my edited mtl with you if you purchase the side stories <3 #feel free to ask me any questions about the side story too!! i can't fit everything into here and i do cut out some stuff

[namusthetic]

The Marauders

"Anything for our Moony."

Inspired by: MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes

"We can beat them just for one day

We can be heroes just for one day"

( - David Bowie, Heroes)

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Playlist:

All the Young Dudes by Mott The Hoople

We Will Rock You by Queen

We Are Young by f.u.n.

Beat Of My Drum by POWERS

Freaks by Surf Curse

Money by The Drums

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

Out of Luck by Airways

Who We Are by Imagine Dragons

Remember When by Wallows

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Where'd All the Time Go by Dr. Dog

Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face

Heroes by David Bowie

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Prongs

James Potter

"Ask me why my heart's inside my throat

I've never been in love, I've been alone

Feel like I've been living life asleep

Love so strong it makes me feel so weak"

( - Coyote Theory, This Side of Paradise)

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Playlist:

Honeypie by JAWNY

Kick Ass by Mika ft. RedOne

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Scrawny by Wallows

Marlboro Nights by Lonely God

Potions by Day Wave

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse

Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow

Sober by Childish Gambino

Adore You by Harry Styles

It's Time by Imagine Dragons

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Padfoot

Sirius Black

"Can't stay at home, can't stay at school

Old folks say, "You poor little fool"

Down the streets I'm the girl next door

I'm the fox you've been waiting for"

( - The Runaways, Cherry Bomb)

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Playlist:

Come as You Are by Nirvana

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi

Bad by Michael Jackson

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People

Paramour by Sub Urban ft. AURORA

Parents by Yungblud

Verbatim by Mother Mother

False Confidence by Noah Kahan

Heart of Glass by Miley Cyrus

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys

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Moony

Remus Lupin

"Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

This lack of self control I fear is never ending

Controlling

I can't seem"

( - Linkin Park, Crawling)

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Playlist:

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant

i'll die anyway. by girl in red

Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

Crawling by Linkin Park

cardigan by Taylor Swift

Fix You by Coldplay

Dark Necessities by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Take Me To Church by Hozier

PATCHWERK by Sub Urban ft. Two Feet

we fell in love in october by girl in red

Astronomy by Conan Gray

Secrets by OneRepublic

I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons

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Wormtail

Peter Pettigrew

"I'm tired of being last pick

Treated like a side chick

A background character for all of my life"

( - Mad Tsai, that friend)

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Playlist:

Another One of Those Days by Cavetown

Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

Devil Town by Cavetown

Swing Lynn by Harmless

jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo

Treacherous (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons

I Can't Handle Change by Roar

that friend by Mad Tsai

Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin

People Watching by Conan Gray

everything i wanted by Billie Eilish

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Bonus...

Severus Snape

"I fell by the wayside, like everyone else

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

But I was just kidding myself

Our every moment, I start to replace

'Cause now that they're gone

All I hear are the words that I needed to say"

( - Lewis Capaldi, Before You Go)

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Playlist:

Bored by Billie Eilish

After Dark by Mr. Kitty

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Dusk Till Dawn by ZAYN ft. Sia

Arcade by Duncan Laurence

Heather by Conan Gray

Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi

Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

Glimpse of Us by Joji

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Infinity by Jaymes Young

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Regulus Black

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet"

( - Taylor Swift, My Tears Ricochet)

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Playlist:

Control by Halsey

Wires by The Neighborhood

Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish

Cradle by Sub Urban

Blood // Water by grandson

Afraid by The Neighbourhood

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

lovely by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

Two Evils by Bastille

Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift

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Hellooo!!!

Sorry I haven't posted much lately, university has been keeping me busy 💀

Finally I'm back with a long post eheh

I've been reading MsKingBean89's wonderful work All the Young Dudes on AO3, which I recommend because it's simply amazing, and decided to make moodboards and playlists for each character.

Instead of my usual character description this time I preferred song lyrics. If you are not interested then please do enjoy the playlists, and ofc you can tag yourselves and the character you feel closest with. Hope you enjoy <3

#moodboard #aestethic #character aesthetics #character concept #tag yourself #playlist #song suggestions #the marauders #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #all the young dudes #regulus black #severus snape #the marauders era #tag your aesthetic

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Tysm for the tag @juniperhillpatient!

10 Characters 10 Fandoms (roughly) 10 Tags

Jet (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - y'all already knew he was gonna be on here, I am unable to resist the allure of a tragic anti-hero. He's a single mom. He's a war criminal. He's always chewing a stupid piece of wheat and Y'know what? He makes it work.

Lucy Gray Baird (The Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes) - my bestie my girlie <3 I love a gal who's the main character in a murder ballad and knows it. Broke President Snow's heart. Fashion icon. The Appalachian rep we all deserve <3

Anathema Device (Good Omens) - I love witch characters and Anathema is possibly the coolest one. Environmentalist queen. Unfortunately tied to the most Boring dude in the history of literature and television but what are you gonna do. Wears wool dresses! Rides a bike! Is nice to kids!

James Norrington (Pirates of the Carribbean) - I was obsessed with this character for a while. I named a Minecraft villager after him. I cried when the Minecraft villager died. All things considered I like Will and Elizabeth slightly more but they're two people so James is the tiebreaker <3

Aunt Zelda Heap (Septimus Heap) - This is a lady who eats cabbage and nothing else. Who has a cat who is a duck (or vice versa). She wears a giant quilted dress and lives in a swamp and brews magical potions and I want her life so bad.

Max Mayfield (Stranger Things) - MAX! my sweetie pie max <3 I love her so much. She's such a brat, she reminds me a lot of my little sister who I don't always get along with but love a whole lot. She's very cool, first person to introduce El to the concept of autonomy which we love her for, AND she gets to date Lucas (who's really Goals as a partner, if I could I would count him here too).

Blue Sargent (The Raven Cycle) - I don't know how to articulate how I feel about Blue exactly, like. her whole backstory is amazing (being raised in a house full of lady psychics while NOT being psychic herself but having Other abilities) and then she just gets looped into the weirdest plot possible and just hangs with it like a pro. Lot of respect <3 also every outfit she wears in the books seems like exactly something I'd wear.

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) - God, I love this kid so much. The narration of those books is peak, Rick Riordan put so much PERSONALITY into Percy and he's just. Such a cute kid. He loves his mom and wants nothing more than for her to be safe. He's quippy and very funny and he knows it. He's genuinely scary at times. Amazing character.

Ravi Singh (A Good Girl's Guide To Murder) - honestly such a good sport, if some girl turned up at my door and started grilling me about the murders my brother supposedly committed I would NOT handle it that well. He's a sweet and caring guy, a good boyfriend, funny, and also helps solve murders. Very cool 👍

Grace Chasity (Starkid's Hatchetverse) - A literal bible-thumping puriteen in a way that's genuinely so funny. Manslaughter? A-ok. Dismembering a body? Sure. Terrorizing summer camp with an axe? Why not! Carrying someone's books before marriage? Showering naked?? Smoking weed??? You're literal satan! She's so funny and I would genuinely hate her irl but as a character she's amazing (and Angela Giarratana KILLS her performance it's amazing).

i tag: @prodogg @peony-pearl @futuristicrenaisancebeliever @feruchemical @clearancecreedwatersurvival @haboat @juhanis-litterbox @im-smart-i-swear @takingback-thepenguin

And anyone else who wants to participate! (And if I tagged you don't feel pressured I just tagged everyone I could remember -)

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