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gallusrostromegalus · 6 months

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Speaking of public health. What was the soul society reaction to the eradication of small pox like?

"You notice there's a lot less dead babies these days?" Iba asked in the middle of one morning's office work.

"Fewer dead babies." Komamura corrected without thinking. "Less is for things you measure by volume, fewer for things you count. We do not measure dead babies by volume."

"Oh. right." Iba nodded. "Yeah, that wouldn't be right."

After a moment, what his lieutenant actually said caught up with him. "Sorry- force of habit from living with a Librarian." Komamura shook his head and looked up from the monthly intake statistics analysis report, peering at Tetsuzaemon Iba through the narrow gap of his helmet. "What do you mean, fewer dead babies?"

"I dunno, it just occurred to me. When I started the academy in the 40's- right after the catastrophe- we did a student tour of the 7th division's recently deceased souls intake queue, remember?" Iba waved his hand leaning back in his chair, apparently uncertain of where he was going with this either, but articulating his thoughts.

"I believe so. I had just taken over from Captain Kotsubaki." Komamura nodded, patient. Chikane Iba was an excellent shinigami and had done a magnificent job running the third division, but she had a tendency to talk over and bulldoze her son, so Komamura had learned to be patient when the young man when he felt like he should share a thought.

"Yeah, yeah- Not gonna lie Boss, you scared the crap out of me back then." Tetsuzaemon laughed. "-But the thing that stuck out to me that day was just. The sheer number of Infants and little kids in the line. the guy giving us the tour- I think it was Old Ito, actually- He said that one in five babies in the living world didn't live to see their fifth birthday."

"An improvement even back then- it was one in three children when back when I started in the 1840s." Komamura nodded. "It's funny that I frightened you- Captain Aikawa apparently headhunted me for the 7th because Kaname told him about how the children at the library used to use me as playground equipment."

"Good grief." Iba blanched. "So, what, he threw you in the deep end with all the dead kids?"

"In Captain Aikawa's defense, I did volunteer to handle children's cases. As sad as a frightened infant is, it's infinitely preferable than dealing with the deceased who are angry."

Iba frowned, opened his mouth like he was about to object, reconsidered, closed it, considered further, rocking his head from side to side, and then nodded. "I- yeah, Yeah, that tracks."

"You were saying though?" Komamura laced his fingers in front of him, leaning forward to listen.

"Oh! Well- not as much these days but back then, every family had like seven and eight kids, you know? And I realized that, well- almost everyone I know has a dead sibling or two? Almost every mother lost a child- Gods know my mother's a basket case but even getting a cold could send her into fits. If something had happened to me when I was a tyke- I don't think she would have pulled through."

Komamura nodded enough for Iba to see his helmet tilt to indicate he as still listening.

"I- I don't actually know where I was going with this, but I was reading that report earlier and there's a note from Shita-san at the end that this is the first month we haven't had a kid under the age of five in the intake queue. Ever."

Komamura flipped though the pages of the report to read the hand-written note at the end. "That is excellent news!"

"Oh! Yeah! It's great!" Iba nodded enthusiastically. "It just- I don't know, I guess it just snuck up on me and I'm so used to hearing something went wrong I guess I don't quite know what to do with good news?" he shrugged.

Komamura pondered this for a moment. "Hm. Well. Take heart, to start. But I see what you mean- it's a tremendous achievement, but not one we contributed to, and a "No Dead Babies This Month" office party feels in poor taste at best."

"Oof, yeah- especially if next month there's an accident or something and there's a whole bunch in the queue." Iba nodded. He considered things for a moment.

"-What happened that there are le- fewer dead babies, actually?" Iba frowned. "-Whoever it is, it would be appropriate to toast them and make an offering in their name to the Gods of Good Fortune, I think. Also do more of whatever they did."

"That IS a good idea!" Komamura smiled under his helmet. Perhaps it was his training as a priest, but he did enjoy an offering of goodwill ceremony. Also, nobody would ask him to drink- just pour any alcohol he was offered on the statue of the relevant deity. "I think- It's probably in our statistics, if the tenth division doesn't have an idea already. Can you collect the cause of death data for young children for the last-"

He was interrupted by the thunderous footsteps of someone sprinting towards the office, immediately followed by a tall young woman with short white hair throwing the door open, red-faced and winded.

"THEY DID IT! THE MAD BASTARDS THEY DID IT!" She shouted with wild excitement.

"Isane-? Uh, Miss Kotetsu?" Iba flustered.

"Please keep your voice down-" Komamura said through gritted teeth, trying not to growl at being suddenly shouted at. "Who has-?"

He was interrupted by Miss Kotetsu bolting right up to his desk and shoving a newspaper into his face hard enough to actually wrap around his helmet in excitement.

"SMALLPOX! IT'S GONE!!" She shrieked with joy.

"-gone?" Iba asked, bewildered as Komamura gently took the newspaper from her and pulled it back to actually read it. It was a newspaper from the living world, dated that morning- someone had gone through some pains to get it back to the Seireitei at speed, but the news was worth it:

SMALLPOX IS DEAD!

"TOTALLY ERADICATED! EXTINCT! KAPUT! IT HAS CEASED TO BE!" She bounced excitedly. "IT IS AN EX-PANDEMIC!"

"So like. Nobody has it this year?" Iba tried.

"Nobody has it this year, or will ever have it again, if I'm reading this right." Komamura muttered in awe. "Thanks to an aggressive worldwide vaccination and disease protocol program, there have been no human cases of the disease for several years. Since there are no people infected, there is no way for the disease to come back..."

Both men stared into space, the news almost unbelievable.

"Well. That does explain the Less Dead Babies thing." Iba nodded.

"Fewer Dead Babies." Komamura and Isane corrected in unison.

"I mean yeah that sure is part of it because Smallpox was the number one killer of infants in the living world for a long time there, but there's a whole bunch of stuff that's really cut down on infant mortality in the last few decades in particular." Isane nodded.

"We were JUST Talking about that!" Iba said, excitedly. "-Good to know you guys in the fourth are keeping track of that, It was gonna take forever to pull out that data..."

"Oh, could you pull it out anyway Tetsu-kun?" She asked. "-That's most of why I came over- I mean, to share the good news first, but Unohana-Taicho is planning on using this to really push a widespread vaccination program in the Rukongai and having the numbers to back us up would be really helpful!"

"Oh! Uh, sure!" Iba blushed.

"...You know this young lady, Tetsu-Kun?" Komamura lightly teased.

Both of the young people twitched and bowed to him, pointing at each other and speaking at once.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sir, I'm fourth division third seat Isane Kotetsu, i just know Iba because we were in the same class at the academy-" She babbled.

"-this is Isane Kotetsu, she's the smartest person I know and she saved my life from a lizard one time!" He waved excitedly.

"...That lizard was not going to kill you." She sighed, covering her face in embarrassment. "-I mean, if you developed a sepsis infection from the contaminated wound it might have made you very ill but that would take weeks and we have antibiotics for that, the lizard itself wasn't all that dangerous."

"It was INSIDE my LEG!" Iba gestured to his right thigh.

Komamura slowly tilted his whole torso sideways at Iba, hoping that sentence might make more sense at a forty-five degree angle. "...How?"

"I. Uh." Iba stopped, realizing his story was maybe not one he should be telling his boss. "I was. um. Out camping with the lads back when I was in the 11th, and a lizard climbed into my cot and I was. not totally awake and thought someone was trying to cop a feel and well you know, that's behavior you respond to with force so I rolled over and tried to stab the intruder's hand and. Uh. Missed."

Komamura continued to stare at him blankly.

"There was. screaming. lotta flailing, blood, general mayhem sort of thing. And in the confusion the Lizard.... climbed. inside the hole. In my leg. Sir." Iba explained, slowly crumpling behind his desk.

Komamura sighed deeply.

"-but Miss Isane was right there and actually kicked Ikkaku halfway across the camp because he was trying to lure it out with a Banana and generally being useless and she just grabbed that sucker and ripped him right outta there and had the wound packed and sealed in less than a minute and I even got to finish doing boot camp!" He rallied, cheerfully waving at Isane in hopes of distracting his captain with how cool she was.

"...What happened to the lizard?" Komamura asked, warily eyeing her through the gap in his helmet.

"Oh! He was really, really human acclimated and sneaked into my medkit rather than go back into the wild, so Harry lives a very spoiled lizard life in a terrarium in my room at home! Though it's actually my sister's room now but he still gets all the mango and smashed beetles he can eat!" Isane nodded cheerfully.

"You named a lizard. Harry?" Komamura asked slowly.

"...Iba-san named him, actually." She blushed.

"Ironically!" Iba protested. "I'm only mostly stupid, sir."

Komamura sighed deeply and once again regretted that his disguise would not let him rub his face as needed. "Alright. Thank you for the announcement, Miss Kotetsu. We will get that data to you in a timely manner- was there anything else you needed"

"Oh gosh, there was something else, what was it-?" She tapped her chin, trying to remember.

There was the distant sound of explosives, and all three of them turned to see what looked like midday fireworks going off at the 4th.

"Oh Right! Unohana-taicho requests your presence at the 4th as. Um. 'Designated Non-Drinker and Unarmed Combat Specialist' because the party was getting kind of wild when I left actually-"

Komamura sighed, and picked up Tenken from his stand and started tying the zanpaktou to his belt anyway.

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The following morning, a small party arrived at the local shrines to The Gods Of Good Fortune, bearing offerings on behalf of the living world's World Health Organization and the handful of names they'd been able to glean from the living world newspapers, and nursing varying degrees of of hangover.

Komamura lead the party, having gotten them up at a slightly malicious 5AM to be there first thing in the morning. Tetsuzaemon and his friends from the 11th he insisted come along and 'suffer with me, as my sworn brothers' were quite pained but doing their best to hold it together.

Shunsui was a veteran of this nonsense and was hiding the pain very well behind his longtime party companions, Ukitake and Unohana, who seemed so extraordinarily cheerful that Komamura had to conclude that they were both still significantly chemically altered. He couldn't fault Unohana- they were faint and only visible on the rare occasions she let her hair down, but just below her left ear there was still the faint divot scars from surviving her own infection.

Isane had celebrated just as hard as the 11th Division lads, but had also had the good sense to alternate beer and water and take both aspirin and some sort of horrible pink goop that apparently relieved nausea before passing out under a table and had woken up only slightly groggy.

Komamura's new friend Harry the Lizard- a remarkably loquacious and quick-witted reptile -had taken up residence inside his helmet, lightly intoxicated on the cocktail fruits people had kept feeding him, and was politely nestled in the thick fur of his neck to ward off the morning cold.

The rituals of gratitude for this miracle, and asking the Gods to bless those who had worked so hard went smoothly, and Komamura couldn't help but notice when he turned around that Miss Kotetsu had opted to lean on the shoulder of 'Tetsu-kun'.

It was not often Komamura started the day with the feeling that everything would turn out alright, but as he watched Tetsuzaemon cautiously but gracelessly take Isane's hand and her squeeze it back on the way back down from the shrine, he felt like the feeling might stay this time.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach fanfiction #bleach #sajin komamura #tetsuzaemon iba #isane kotetsu #long post #infant death mention #disease mention #injury mention #it's funny I promise

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hxney-lemcn · 10 months

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Catching Up — Eleventh Doctor x gn! reader

summery: Reader and the Doctor catch up

tw: none

a/n: No motivation to write but this has been stuck in my head

wc: 0.5k

Master List

Stretching out, my bones cracked slightly, leaving the feeling of relief behind. I was finally home after a long day of fortune telling. A job that fits me perfectly. Why? Well that has to do with my Zeknil origins. We were immortal beings that could look into the future with our third eye.

Before I could sit, a familiar whooshing noise filled my ears. I couldn’t stop the smile that fell onto my lips. I wonder what he had in store for me today.

I grabbed a mug with two hands, preparing water in the pot with my other two. I wonder why humans haven’t evolved with four hands, it really would make their lives easier. Just as I placed the tea bags in the mugs, the Doctor entered the kitchen.

“Why hello there,” He smiled at me in greeting.

“New face,” I said, my eyebrow quirking up. “And a bowtie this time.”

“Bowties are cool,” Doctor defended as I handed him his cup.

“It fits you,” I nodded in agreement. “Not really cool though, more dorky than anything.” The Doctor huffed a bit and I hid my smile behind my mug.

“So,” I started more seriously this time. “Did you need anything?”

“No, no, no of course not,” He waved me off, bright green eyes taking in my home like it was the first time. In a sense it was I suppose. “Well…actually…later. Right now, I want to know how you’ve been! What have you seen since we last spoke?”

I rolled my eyes in amusement, “Not half as interesting as what you’ve been through I’m sure.”

“No, no mundane is good,” The Doctor waved his hand. Taking a sip of his tea he paused, “How do you always manage to make it the way I like it?”

Once more I just stared at him in amusement before he snapped his fingers, “Right, future sight.”

He stared at me expectantly, and I took that as my queue to catch him up on what's happened. The annoying people that would try to fight what I told them, the people that were so boring I wasn’t even sure what to tell them. How I still haven’t really made any friends (not explaining how I didn’t want to make friends only to lose them).

“Now,” I finished. “What did you need help with?”

The Doctor looked around nervously, his cup discarded on my coffee table, “Well…it’s a long story.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” I shrugged, leaning back in my seat.

My jaw dropped as he explained how he found a girl, made her obsessed with him by accident, and found a prisoner hiding on Earth. Came back at the wrong time again and ran off with her, only to find out it was the night before her wedding. Ending in her kissing him and now he’s come to me.

“You homewrecker!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t realize!” Doctor defended himself.

“You’ve gotten yourself into a lot, but I wasn’t expecting this from you,” I continued to tease with a laugh.

“You’re never going to let me live this down are you?” He groaned.

“Nope.”

“Well I need your help to rectify this,” The Doctor explained.

“Well…I guess be upfront about the whole situation. Tell the guy she was supposed to marry.”

____

“Not like that!” I shouted as the crowd went silent. There stood the Doctor, in a damn cake, having admitted that the man’s fiance was a good kisser.

#doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #11 doctor x reader #doctor who #eleventh doctor #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor #the doctor #x reader

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cookiesandbiscuits · 2 years

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Obey Me! Demon Bros React to a GN!MC Who is A Popular Comic/Manga Artist

A/N: Ayo! This is my first time making a headcanon so you could tell that I'm quite nervous about this. Idk if someone had already made this hc but it's stuck in my head that I can't focus on other stuff. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Summary: How would the demon bros react if they discovered that MC is a popular comic/manga artist in the human world.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: I got too eager to make this and it got a bit lengthy (esp. Levi's part) (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

MASTERLIST

Lucifer

He already knows that you were a popular comic/manga artist the moment he read your file.

But he had no idea that you were THAT popular.

One time he went to a comic con with you to show his support, and a lot of people lined up in front of your table in a snap just to get their copy signed. He couldn't even tell where the long queue ends.

He doesn't read comics/mangas so he doesn't know how your works became so popular in the human world.

So he decided to read some of your works to understand the hype.

He was surprised. He now knows why your comics/mangas were successful. The story of your works was well-written and the art style is really good. And he enjoyed reading it, though he wouldn't tell you that.

He felt proud of your accomplishments and the fact that your talents are recognized by the world.

He is now one of your fans. His pride wouldn't let him admit it tho.

Mammon

I have a feeling that he would know after seeing your name in an article online about popular comic/manga artists.

He'll barge into your room and start saying things like "Why didn't ya tell me you're a popular comic/manga artist up in the human world? You're supposed to tell me things like that, remember? Since I'm your first man and all."

He'd then ask you things like "How much do ya earn per work?" or "Are ya planning to team up with someone? If ya like I could team up with you."

"Sorry, Mammon. But I don't have plans in collaborating with other artists yet."

He'll give you a dejected puppy look.

He's sad that you don't plan to collaborate with him, but he'll still support you. He IS your first man after all.

He would read all of your works starting from the first one until your most recent work.

Congrats, you've got another fan of your works.

Even though you don't accept collaboration requests yet, he would give you ideas for your ongoing work. This helps you a lot in making your newest work's story/plot.

Acknowledge him in your newly released work and he'd be over the moon.

Leviathan

He would know your not-so-secret secret in one of the comic cons he was attending.

He's going on for days talking about this manga that he started reading and how it's so well-done and how he's been looking forward to meeting the artist behind it in the comic con he'll be attending next Saturday.

He even suggested that you should start reading the series with him. Little did he know that you were the artist behind the manga he was talking about.

Imagine the surprised look on his face when he saw you in the comic con, sitting with a table in front of you and a pen in your dominant hand while smiling at him.

Realization hit him. You were the artist who made the manga he so much enjoys. Wait, if you were the artist behind the manga he was reading, then--

Levi.exe has stopped working.

He doesn't know how to react to the truth bomb you just dropped in front of him. He felt like his soul had just re-ascended to the Celestial Realm.

Marry him now.

"Umm, Levi" you waved your hand in front of his face. "Do you want me to sign your copy?"

Your question snapped him back to reality.

"Y-yes, please!" His hands shook from nervousness and shock, and a shade of red had spread across his face and ears.

"I'm glad you liked my series. I appreciate it."

The poor snek boi's heart just stopped.

When you two got home from the convention, he straight up went inside his room and locked himself up.

Remember how he acted around Simeon when he discovered that he's the author of TSL? Yeah, he's giving you the same treatment now.

It took him a while before he started acting normal around you again.

Sometimes though, you could see him being star-stricken with you.

Satan

"Oh, cool."

That was his reaction until you told him the title of your most recent work and its synopsis. Which included two of his favorite things in the three realms-- cats and mystery stories.

If he doesn't have a plan to read it before, he has now.

He is in awe of how well-written the story is and how your art style contrasts the theme of the story.

He would definitely tell you his opinion about it after he finishes the whole series in record time.

If you'd like, he could help you write a sequel to it. Heck, he already has an idea of what the story should be about.

Asmodeus

He would know your profession when he accidentally saw your drafts scattered on your study table.

"Oh, hon... why didn't you tell me that you're a comic/manga artist? Your art style is really good."

He'll give you a lot of compliments after this.

Not surprised when he discovers that your works are very popular in the human world. (He discovers this with the help of Levi). Who in their right minds would dislike a work as good as yours?

Expect that your works would be trending in Devilgram a few days later. Courtesy of yours truly.

He feels that your works should also be recognized in the Devildom, just like his beauty.

He's careful not to post major spoilers after Levi nagged at him nonstop when he accidentally posted one online.

Would ask you to make a comic about himself.

Beelzebub

"Oh, cool." (2)

He's not particularly interested in reading comics/mangas but he will support you nevertheless.

He volunteered to be your bodyguard when you told him you'll attend a fan meeting arranged by the publishing house next week.

He's worried for your safety. He knows how chaotic it can be when meeting your fans. He already has experience with rogue fans.

When you're in a rush of meeting a deadline and you can't afford to join them for dinner, he will be the one who would bring your dinner to your room. You can't work with an empty stomach, after all.

He's totally a keeper.

Belphegor

"Oh, cool." (3)

He may seem to not pay attention whenever you talk about your job but believe me, all of his attention is on you.

He doesn't have the motivation to read all of your works but he'll still be one of your biggest fans.

He has a favorite among all of your works. You'll sometimes see him reading it over and over again if he's not sleeping.

When he's in the mood, he'll even help you proofread the chapter you're currently working on. He doesn't care if it spoils him in the process.

If the chapter you're currently working on includes things about astronomy, he'll gladly help you with it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #cookie writings

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darkurgediary · 6 months

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So I went through the temple of Bhaal last night for the first time and holy SHIT did my imagination come up with a wild parallel.

So Astarion for all of the beginning of act 3 talks about the ritual, about ascending and all that jazz. They get there, Astarion is begging Ilaena for help. To use the tadpole so he can see his scars.

But Ilaena talks him down.

She looks him in the eye and says "I want you to live a life you can be proud of. You can't be proud of this."

So he doesn't Ascend. He becomes the better man and ends the cycle of trauma.

What he doesn't realize is Ilaena's cycle doesn't have an end.

That something in Ilaena snapped the second they stepped through the door.

She's quicker to kill, she's quieter and not in the "mysterious brooding" kind of way. There's murder in her gaze. Even when she looks at him. The deeper into the temple they go the more Ilaena becomes someone else, someone he doesn't recognize.

Being in the temple- facing her family. It brings up a side to Ilaena Astarion has never seen. The sweet, fearful heart she had thunders with anger and hate.

Parts of her old self are starting to come to the surface.

Her control snaps.

Whenever they're fighting Saravok he provokes her, and the slayer form comes out. Except Ilaena has only ever used the slayer form in moments of desperation. She has nothing but massacre in mind when she uses it against Saravok. That's her first scare- her first breaking point because she gets stuck. She gets so lost in the sensation of murder that she goes on a mini-rampage.

One that almost ends in Jahiera "putting her out of her misery"

THIS IS WHEN THEIR ROLES REVERSE

Because now Astarion is the one talking her down.

He looks at her and thinks back to the night she woke him when the urges called again. To when she told him she'd rather end herself than kill another innocent.

Astarion manages to hold her attention long enough to reiterate what he said the night she tried to end things between them, "I'm not afraid, not of you."

Queue Ilaena struggling, but managing to shed the slayer skin. Once she's back in her normal form she collapses in Astarion's arms and just starts crying 🥲

The RIP is that Ilaena's cycle doesn't have an end, because even Saravok- a bhaalspawn who opposed their father and succeeded. Still ended up falling prey to him. And Bhaal says "I'll make another chosen", so even if Ilaena managed to escape him. She'd just end up just like Orin, hunted down by her next "sibling".

#screaming #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #spoiler warning #i want to make content of them so bad #*stares at ao3 account*#astarion #Ilaena #it hurts but its a good hurt

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pentanguine · 8 months

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Sundry reflections

I love my new job, but holy shit I'm overwhelmed. A lot of onboarding stuff that has to be done at the same time I’m being trained on three different service points at once, and then school starts next week which I'm told Changes Things in chaotic ways. But also...this is truly a dream job. My coworkers are so welcoming and actually respect my gender; I work in a very cool location with a lot of restaurants and cultural opportunities to explore; I get to lead the fantasy book club, which is honestly a dream come true. I feel extremely lucky to be here

As part of being so overwhelmed, I haven’t read through tumblr in almost two weeks, which is the longest I’ve gone in eight years without being fully “caught up” on my dash. I’m not sure how I feel about this; on the one hand, letting go of the need to perfectly complete something is always a good move for me, but also I do enjoy tumblr and it doesn’t give me Bad Social Media Feelings. Currently ambivalent on whether this marks the start of a new era or a blip in a continued tumblr way of life. In any case, if my queue runs out, that’s why.

I’ve also overcompensated on my desire to read fewer books by hardly making time to read at all, and I’m feeling burned out by that. Maybe sometimes I dive into too many books as a way of avoiding life and at the expense of other potential hobbies, but also sometimes reading restores me to myself and is the best way I can relax and enjoy myself, and I shouldn’t fight that.

That being said, I have realized that I don’t actually like buying new books. For one thing I’m out of room for them, and for another, I love library books! I love the feel of the plastic crinkling beneath my fingers, and the serendipity of finding them on the shelf. I love the ease of reading a book you’re not sure you’ll love, with no pressure to enjoy it because you spent money on it. I love getting to read every book in a long-running series without having to buy twenty different books. Libraries are awesome, and working in one is dangerous

I want so badly to grow the world’s shittiest little goatee, but I am stuck instead with two uneven tufts of fuzz with a gap in the middle, and no prospect of improvement. I know it looks better when trimmed, but unfortunately I love it too much and still harbor the unrealistic hope that one day it will fill in.

I didn't realize one of the things I would miss most about moving out of the south is the summer insects. The nights are just so empty here, and the few insects that do trill sound so tame and lonely. Earlier tonight I went on a walk and found a patch of trees where the insects were absolutely shrieking, and I took a second to bask in that and feel like I was home.

The September flowers are in full bloom: black-eyed Susans, sunflowers, lavender, marigolds, and hydrangeas. There are still a few last straggling roses, but the tiger lilies are gone, and the hibiscus are drooping and falling to the ground in dried up curls. I love keeping track of the year through a calendar of flowers

#cannot fucking figure out how to do a cut with the new post editor sorry about that #personal

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monotonous-minutia · 1 year

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Obligatory Sunday rant, feel free to ignore.

I can't believe I'm stuck with this person for another year. I'm going crazy. I've been doing pretty much all the housework for weeks after what was actually a few pretty good months of her doing her share. I spent ten hours yesterday unpacking and organizing and cleaning while she was shopping with her family. Now I'm not angry that she's out having fun on a weekend as is her right but she was home pretty much all day every day this week and didn't do squat. I spent the hours this morning trying to figure out the washer and dryer only to realize I can't get it fixed and have about two clean outfits for this week.

She's been having issues with her tv. Some background: we have 3 tvs. One is mine from when I lived alone, and two are hers. She's always had one in the living room and one in her bedroom. When we moved in together we put her big one in the living room, she took her other one to her room, and mine went downstairs to use when we were in the basement.

Both of hers are smart tvs and have all her accounts built into them. We attached my Roku to the one in the living room so when she watched things she used the TV remote and her accounts and when I was watching things I used my Roku remote and my accounts. If we were watching things together we alternated between accounts. The downstairs one had its own separate Roku.

At the new place we were going to have the same set-up. Then her bedroom TV started giving her issues and she wanted to bring the living room TV into her room. I said that was fine and we could use mine in the living room. A little bit later I had the idea that she could use the downstairs one in her room instead, and sign into her accounts on its Roku, so we could keep the TV that had both of our accounts in the living room for both of us to use. She said she wasn't sure because she didn't have all her passwords, but she'd work on finding them.

Fast forward about a week to today. I'm tired. It's noon and I've been working on the washer and dryer since nine. She woke up at 10, saw me buzzing around, and went back to sleep, though we'd agreed to do our cleaning today.

She wakes up again, I fill her in on the appliance issue, and we agree to deal with it later and get started cleaning now. Before we start she asks if she can bring the downstairs TV to her room because hers isn't working. I said fine and went to go get it.

I brought it up, she thanked me, and said "I'm going to have to use your accounts for a while, until I find a new TV."

I said, "I'd rather you not."

She looked surprised and said that she let me use her accounts to watch things, and I pointed out that we did that when we were watching things together in the living room, and we used mine for that sometimes too, but I didn't want her to use mine by herself because they were mine and I didn't want her watching things on them and messing up my lists and queues.

She got all mad and said "then I want mine from the living room."

And like before I told her that that's fine.

Then she looks even more mad and says "But you told me not to before."

I told her I'd made the suggestion before but was okay doing it this way instead, and she went off on me about how we always had to do what I want and her ideas are never good enough for me.

I'm kind of flummoxed because I'd just told her she could have what she wanted so why was she still angry? We went back and forth about the difference between decisions and suggestions before she stalked off saying "I'm going into my room because I'm upset."

To be fair this is an improvement over the tantrums I've seen in the past.

Here's the thing. I rarely take her suggestions because she rarely has suggestions. I've been asking all week where she wants things in the house and she keeps saying she doesn't care. When she does have suggestions if I don't like it I'll offer an alternative but I don't say it has to be. I explain why it might be better but I leave it on the table for her to provide input. Sometimes she agrees and sometimes she doesn't and I've figured all this time it's been a back and forth but I guess she hasn't perceived it that way.

She does have anxiety so it might be hard to speak up, but I also have anxiety and I'm learning to cope with it. She's not. She's been in all these programs to manage it and learn coping skills but she doesn't use any of it or put actual work into her treatment. she just keeps waiting around for a med that's going to fix it all. When she doesn't do her share of work she blames the meds and says she'll be more helpful when she finds one that works. But at some point I don't think it's unreasonable for her to just bite the bullet and do the things she doesn't want to do because it's her house too and I'm not her mom.

And I really don't think it's that unreasonable for me not to want her to use my accounts. All she does all day is watch TV and I'm not really comfortable with her binge watching on all my accounts. It's one thing to password share, which we both do. But I feel like it's another thing to use someone else's profiles because you're too lazy to figure out your passwords.

(she doesn't have her passwords because none of the accounts she signs into are hers. She has profiles on her sister's accounts. She literally just needs to text her sister and ask for the password.)

Am I being unreasonable??? Why would a simple thing like that set her off? Why is it not okay for me to set that boundary?

We just fucking moved in but I also cannot wait until our lease is up so I can find a new place and live by myself again. This woman is driving me insane.

#personal #delete later

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dausy · 1 year

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Hello Tumblr,

I just need to vent. It's really not that bad in the scope of things. I have a "free" home, electricity, all my hobbies in one place. I want for naught but I've had a string of things causing me some anxiety. I feel like my anxiety this move has been getting up there.

I had a job offer a few days ago and I ended up turning it down. I kinda wish I had longer to process it but I'm notorious for dragging people along because I don't like saying no. But essentially they weren't offering me enough to make me want to drive further, do higher acuity with extra work. I've been having really good days at my current work place where I honestly wonder if I'm getting too self confident or too big for my britches (i.e. I'm overly trusting of others).

I also got a really cool spanish study guide that was recommended to me. I got yelled at for practicing spanish with a person the other day. They let me know they did not appreciate my effort and I feel bad. And a little downtrodden. so..

thats just added onto ye olde ran-that-stop-sign incident that traumatized my rule-following self. And then even more, me and the dog got locked out of the house yesterday. It was my bad. My husband knew it would happen one day because I've done it before. I just have this horrible need to lock every lock on everything that has a lock. It was ridiculously windy a few days ago and the doors were acting like they were going to fling open (the dog was barking at it even) so I double locked the back door. I told myself to remember to unlock it later and I forgot. So yesterday the weather was so nice out I went outside to do yard work. Spent 2 hours in the yard and went to walk into the house to get scissors and realized the door locked behind me. I think the dog knew too. She'd been looking disappointed in me for a while. Earlier in the day I'd left the house to go grocery shopping but I had entered through the garage door and the garage was closed ofcourse. Luckily it was still "normal" working hours and I called maintenance and they came and rescued me a short time later. It was probably one of the strangest phone calls I've had though. They were like "well, we will put in a work order for you" and I was like "a work order? wait..how long does that take?" and they were like "I don't know, it goes in a queue" and I was then like "wait? a queue? I don't want to be out here for hours". But they came and rescued me about 15 mins later. Meanwhile while waiting though I got stung by something. Theres 3 puncture marks on my stomach where some creature got stuck in my shirt. I have a huge welt and rash. Right now it is contained, rest assured.

here in a just a little while me and Edie are going to doggie daycare for a temperment test. And I have been working on an illustration so maybe I'll finish this weekend?

#sketch #illustration #corgi #artlife #artblog #artistlife #procreate

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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for those of you who don't know what happened

Alma shouted at Bruno for stealing the kids away from their parents and their duties in the town. And that even when he was far away he still was bad luck. This hurt Bruno and he ran up to one of the kids' rooms and went back to his home.

The parents literally banned the kids from their rooms until it was time to sleep. And even then one of the parents would sit next to their closet until morning.

Alma tried to give the kids jobs to do but she was surprised when the village denied(go here for context) and they said that they've been depending on them for too long.

So they just planned on "spending time" with the kids. And when I say that I mean taking the kids with them everywhere.

Bruno was sitting at home contemplating his life and how it went so far and then it clicked.

Life with Alma = unhappy

Life away from Alma and Encanto = happy

Life with his children Sobrinos and Sobrinas = happy and having fun

kids stuck with Alma and Encanto = unhappy kids

The last thought made him angry. Those kids made him happy and he actually had a family of his own and Alma isn't going to take hat away from him. She's done it for 45 years and he's not going to let her do it to them for the rest of their lives.

Bruno was sitting at the edge of his bed when he had this realization And his closet was right Infront of him. Once he stared more at it the closed shined brightly that was his queue to go.

Bruno walked back into his old room again

"man I forgot how long these stairs were" he thinks to himself

He basically sprints down those stairs as fast as he could. That was bad idea but he had to keep going for his children's sake. It was dinner time for the madrigals and everything has just been quiet. No one was even eating.

It didn't take long for Bruno to find them, he wanted to say so much things but his throat was parched from running down those stairs. He grabs Mirabel's juice and drinks it then he run's over to Antonio's juice and drinks it.

Once he was better he could finally talk

"kids come one let's go" he says still panting

"WHAT" he earns from all of them

Once it regestured the kids got up from their seats and tried to walk over to Bruno but their parents block them.

"who do you think yo-" Bruno cut Alma off

"NO who do all of you think you are? Alma for years you saw me suffer with my gift not once have you ever considered that I needed a break or that the town just needed to understand me more NEVER" He shouts with venom in his tone. He sees Dolores wince at the shout so he'll try to keep his voice down

"All you ever did was scold me for my visions and console the town like they were your child not me, your only son. For years I've tried to make you happy even over my own emotions but I just couldn't take it anymore so I left and I found peace elsewear" Oh Bruno is not done, he then turns his head over to the "parents" of his children But mainly his sisters.

"oh and the only thing you two have ever done was watch her scold me not once did you ever come to my defense" Hot tears were beginning to stream down his face

"All you two ever did was watch yeah you tried to comfort me but what good did that do? look around you as you can see that did not work" He throws up his arms and slowly spins around

"poor Mirabel had to live neglected because she didn't get a gift who the fuck cares? she's way more special because she doesn't have one she's strong because she doesn't have one but it seems none of you can see that" For all the years that Bruno has been on this earth none of them have ever seen Bruno this angry

"And worst of all neither of you can stick up for your children, never once have you asked what isabela wanted, she doesn't want to marry Mariano Dolores does, but did you even have the courtesy to ask? NO" Bruno was seething at this point and everybody was in shock. Antonio somehow made his way out of Pepa's grasp and he ran to bruno hiding behind his leg.

"And Alma how dare you to try to live your life through your grandchild, are you insane? you didn't even ask if she wanted to marry him, screw the madrigal bloodline who wants to be raised by cowards anyway just let it die out" Bruno looked at the parents and Alma in utter rage

"These children are tired, stressed, and exhausted under your care and you expect the to just paddle through like machines they are not machines they are people, and not just people they are your children and grandchildren you all should be ashamed of yourselves-" He wanted to say more but he was cut off by Antonio

"papa I just want to go home, please let's go home por favor papa" Antonio tugged on his pants with worry in his tone

Bruno calmed down when he saw Antonio's eyes. It's time to go home now. Mirabel and the others crawled under the dinner table and made their way behind Bruno.

"Kids let's go now" He didn't have to tell them twice all the kids went back up to their rooms and through their closets to their real home. They didn't even try to grab anything they didn't need anyway. The other adults tried to catch them but it was no use casita didn't let them go near the children. After that Casita lifted Bruno up to Dolores' room and that was the last time the Madrigal parents and Alma saw them again.

Basically what happened 😭😭 shiiiii I don’t blame Bruno tbh,,,,

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #city life au

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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So, after 💩 has hit the fan regarding the other adults finding out about everything…how’s their relationship with Bruno…? And with their kids…?

I imagine they aren’t that happy with the former…

Worth mentioning: I though this was going to be a brief summary but then it turned into a drabble

The parents literally banned the kids from their rooms until it was time to sleep. And even then one of the parents would sit next to their closet until morning.

Alma tried to give the kids jobs to do but she was surprised when the village denied(go here for context) and they said that they've been depending on them for too long.

So they just planned on "spending time" with the kids. And when I say that I mean taking the kids with them everywhere.

Bruno was sitting at home contemplating his life and how it went so far and then it clicked.

Life with Alma = unhappy

Life away from Alma and Encanto = happy

Life with his children Sobrinos and Sobrinas = happy and having fun

kids stuck with Alma and Encanto = unhappy kids

Bruno was sitting at the edge of his bed when he had this realization And his closet was right Infront of him. Once he stared more at it the closed shined brightly that was his queue to go.

Bruno walked back into his old room again

"man I forgot how long these stairs were" he thinks to himself

Once he was better he could finally talk

"kids come one let's go" he says still panting

"WHAT" he earns from all of them

Once it regestured the kids got up from their seats and tried to walk over to Bruno but their parents block them.

"who do you think yo-" Bruno cut Alma off

"oh and the only thing you two have ever done was watch her scold me not once did you ever come to my defense" Hot tears were beginning to stream down his face

"All you two ever did was watch yeah you tried to comfort me but what good did that do? look around you as you can see that did not work" He throws up his arms and slowly spins around

"papa I just want to go home, please let's go home por favor papa" Antonio tugged on his pants with worry in his tone

Bruno calmed down when he saw Antonio's eyes. It's time to go home now. Mirabel and the others crawled under the dinner table and made their way behind Bruno.

(For future reference Bruno lives in Bogota)

For the next 5 years, the "Gomez" family embark on adventures across the world and have the best time of their lives.

#city life au #encanto au #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #au #i hope this was a good summary

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orecchinodoro · 3 months

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2/2/2024

'Tis the season, I thought. Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, feast Friday.

The highway was alive, though just barely, three lanes all stuck in first gear and full of steering wheels guided by spent, wrung-out hands. I had just let another song in my queue play out, wasting another tune I was too embarrassed to join in on at a stoplight. Sure, there was a chance the panhandlers with the cardboard signs on the medians weren't reporting back to a ringleader in a minivan every few hours like the ones back in New Hampshire used to, but I still didn't want to look dumb in front of them or anybody else.

Everyone's grandparents told them to eat three square meals in a day if at all possible, and although I was running on an iced coffee and a grilled and buttered homemade English muffin from hours earlier, I had cooked up three figurative square meals for the people I work for, only one of which I felt satisfied serving.

Diana, the drag queen I'd been sitting across from at the coffee shop when I ate that English muffin, told me that I needed to start putting spiritual protections in place while I got ready for the shows I did, saying prayers between layers of eyeliner, and she was right in more ways than she'd realized. The people who watch me tear new sounds out of my guitar under neon beer signs in dirty bar corners are one thing, but I should've cast a protection spell the minute I woke up, before my phone rang and a thirteen-letter bad luck name flashed on the caller ID.

At that coffee shop table, I was wearing more eyeliner than Diana, who was safely hidden under a warm winter hat and a pair of glasses I didn't know she even needed, and when we left I stood taller and more defensive with each line of the diss track bumping on the speakers. She wished me luck, I wished her the same, I went my way into battle.

I won the battle, but I still had to fight the rest of today's war, and I figured a hungry warrior deserved a celebratory feast, so I was sitting on four wheels pointed towards a soft shell crab leg po'boy and a slice of pecan pie with my name quite literally on it. Mardi Gras season indeed.

A block or so away, I couldn't help but remember through the thoughts of remoulade and seafood clouding my mind that I was in fact feasting too much this winter. When something good happens to you, you only stay a good person if you pass some part of it along to everyone around you - I used to think "when I have the funds I'll give everything I don't need to someone who does." Now that I had the funds, I was dropping them on sandwiches and vinyl reissues of the '70s soul albums I used to overhear late at night on radio stations I was too young to know existed. Teddy could preach to me through five decades of static and the veil between worlds, but I've been cynicized, wax sealed off from the pavement on the other side of my boots, and that's why I could hear his warm raspy voice in perfect clarity from my old couch.

Do I have to wait until Ash Wednesday to start fasting?

#writing

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waitineedaname · 3 years

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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"

For benrey @ gordon?

“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”

“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”

“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”

“Yeah. Cow things.”

“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.

“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.

“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”

“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”

“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-

Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?

Aw, fuck.

They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!

Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.

One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.

That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.

And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.

That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.

Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.

By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.

“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.

“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”

Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.

“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”

Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”

“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”

“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.

“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”

“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”

“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”

“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.

“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.

“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”

The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.

“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”

“Night, Gordon.”

“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”

He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this is not my best work but my brain is toxic slutch rn so here you go!!!#I did not proofread this at ALL have fun lol

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* Your eyes open, and your hand flies to your throat

* You’re thirsty

* You sigh as you sit up in your bed a little annoyed, you were having such a good dream too

* Only when you look to your night stand to grab your blood bottle, past it you see Edward sitting in your desk chair

* “What are you doing?” Your voice is gravely, and you don’t wait for a response before uncapping your bottle and taking a sip

* Edward fidgets, his hands tugging with the sleeves of his shirt

* “I like watching you sleep” he admits with a shrug and a boyish quirk of the lips.

* Of course the dork likes watching you pretend to sleep

* Somethings haven’t changed from the books at least

* Maybe he’s part owl or something

* “Ugh, it’s already Sunday where does the weekend go?” You mumble, it’s around 3 am right now

* To be fair you know half your Saturday went in self loathing in a tree, and the other half spent with your entire coven congratulating you and Edward on your new relationship

* “I call (Y/N) as my sibling the next time we move!” Emmett grins

* “That’s not fair, I was going to make them my sibling.” Jasper pouts

* “You already have Rosalie don’t get greedy”

* And then they all basically tried to plan out your wedding.

* So the pressure is on

* At least you still have all Sunday before you have to face everyone at school though. You haven’t even tried to look at your phone

* “Edward,” he perks up at the sound of your voice “were they really thinking vile thoughts about me?”

* His eyebrows thread together, head tilting to the side

* “Mike and Conner, you said they were thinking vile thoughts when you...came to get me.”

* It’s been bothering you for some time, Conner you can understand, but Mike?

* You feel....betrayed

* Edward averts his eyes, you’re half hoping he was lying to you and that he was just upset you were kissing other people

* “Were they thinking of r*ping me?” The second the words fall out of your lips he scampers closer, the chair screeching behind him.

* “No! No of course not-at least I don’t think so-“ His hand cups your face, the other cards through your hair. He sits on the edge of your bed carefully

* “They were thinking of taking you...”

* oh well that’s no so bad.

* “At the same time”

* So that’s a little worse

* “So they were thinking about a threesome?” Edward winces at the word but nods

* You let out a sigh of relief, a threesome is still kinda sketchy but that’s just normal teenage boy brain for you

* “At the time I didn’t appreciate their...vivid thoughts but” he looks into your eyes, like two pools of gold. “Maybe you wanted that.”

* He had acted instinctively upon seeing their thoughts, but in reality he wasn’t much better

* He had imagined that same needy expression on your face dozens of times

* Maybe... you might have enjoyed an experience like that. After all two lovers are better than one

* He’s stuck in his own self loathing until he hears you laugh.

* You’re actually laughing at him!

* He’s worried that you missed out on a vital human experience and you’re laughing!

* The nerve

* And yet, he feels his heart flutters when he see’s you smile at him

* “No, I’m good.” You laugh, and he feels himself let out a sigh of relief.

* “What about Jessica? Does she hate me now” Edward shakes his head

* “I think she might have a bit of a crush on you now.” He grins at your confused expression

* Well that’s unexpected

* You know you can’t really sleep but you feel exhausted, completely emotionally drained

* You snuggle back into the covers And pat the space on the bed beside you

* “Sleep with me?”

* Your face feels uncomfortably hot when you realize what you just said. “I just meant like-dream with me-not um no-“

* “I know what you meant” Edward says with a small smile

* He lies down on the other end of the bed, at least five feet away from you

* “You can come closer, you’re my boyfriend now, boyfriend privileges”

* Boyfriend

* He’s always thought the word was garish.

* A boy who was your special friend, how idiotic. But hearing the word tumble from your lips makes him unbelievably happy

* “What are boyfriend privileges?” He repeats carefully. Shifting so he is lying beside you

* “Normal couple stuff I guess, kissing, hugging, public affection-“

* and sex stuff

* “So I get to be as greedy with you as I want?”

* You feel your face grow warm at the thought of Edward being as greedy with your body as he wants

* The way his hands would feel as they ghost over your body, his sweet rosemary and argon scent filling the air

* You can’t manage to get out words so you just nod, and he grins

* “Let’s go out tomorrow”

* To like a hotel or?

* “We can go to the aquarium in Seattle, I think it’s supposed to rain so something indoors would be good.”

* Oh like greedy with your time

* That seems more on brand for Edward tbh

* “The aquarium sounds nice”

* You curl into his chest, breathing in his scent deeply. He feels warm, not as warm as a human, but soothing in its own right. A gentle warmth, like the warmth from a candle

* You feel so safe here with him. You feel yourself drift off into sleep, and Edward’s arms tentatively wrap around you

* Your weight is pressed against him, and he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have you pressed against him even more

* Your hands clawing at his chest as you plead

* “Great now I’m the one having vile thoughts” he murmurs to himself

* You both sneak out early in the morning, while all your other coven members are still preoccupied

* “Grab a couple blood bags and I’ll get some tumblrs” you nod, shoving it all quickly in his nike backpack, and you both practically jog to your jeep.

* The drive feels a lot shorter than you remember, it’s only 10 when you get there.

* You sigh as you get out, you’re wearing faded blue jeans and a black coat that cinches at the waist

* Edward is dressed in a similar fashion, faded blue jeans, white shirt and a leather jacket

* Both of you wearing sunglasses

* You don’t miss the looks you get as you walk across the parking lot. You already get a lot of attention as is with the hot pink Barbie jeep

* But you and Edward together look like something straight out of a magazine catalog

* “Did you already buy tickets?” You ask, your arm linking through his.

* “Yeah, we just have to pick them up at the box”

* It’s actually pretty busy, it is a weekend day though so it’s to be expected

* “(Y/N)?” You turn to the voice and feel like the wind got knocked out of you

* “Jessica, Bella...” and there’s someone else with them, brown skin and long dark hair.

* Well he’s kinda hot, for a human that is

* “What are you doing here?”

* They’re like the weirdest group for a Sunday hang out

* “My Dad had some tickets, he was going to come with my mom but I guess they got in a fight or something.”

* You get the feeling that there’s more to it than that, but you’re just happy she’s talking to you after you kissed her without consent

* “Oh um , this is Jacob we’ve been friends since we were kids.”

* So this is Jacob, he looks older for his age.

* “Hey Jacob nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you extend your hand and you see him stiffen for a second

* Yeah that sounds about right. All humans get afraid when they first me et you, you are technically their natural predator after all. He seems to get over it and grasps your hand

* “Hey, nice to meet you”

* “Do you go to school with us?”

*You know he doesn’t, but you’ve found it best to pretend in this situation.

* You glance at Edward who hiding a twitching smile, looks like he heard something interesting

* “No I go to school on the res, I’m a sophomore.”

* Oh a sophomore, younger man is more her speed huh? And they’ve been friends for years, he’s to her what Edward is to you

* You ship it

* “Do you guys want to join us?”

* You can feel Edward’s eyes piercing you in the back. Yeah you know this is a date, and he probably wants some quality time with you or whatever-

* But it’s not like you’re f*cking after or anything

* And honestly you kinda wanna see how this whole Bella-Jacob ship plays out

* “Well I don’t-“ Bella starts

* “We’d love to!” Jessica interrupts, and then taking a nervous glance at Edward she adds:

* “That is if you don’t mind?”

* Queue everyone looking at Edward. He looks at you, a small pout bowing onto your lips and let’s out a deep sigh

* “No of course not, I’ll get the tickets and meet you at the gate.” He says with a resigned smile

* He leans down, catching your lips in his. You know you don’t have a beating heart, but you feel it stutter when he pulls away and smiles at you

* “See you in a bit daring” and then he walks towards the empty “reserved pass” line

* Darling?

* DARLING???

* (Y/N).Exe is broken

* And you would stay broken if Jessica and Bella didn’t each grab a shoulder and shake you.

* “Oh my god what was that?!?!” Jessica shrieks

* “Are you guys like...dating now?” Bella grins

* “Yeah, I guess we are?” The human part of you understands that you’ve just agreed you feel the same, and that you have just started a relationship

* But the vampire part of you, the primal part, knows it’s so much more than that

* He’s your mate

* And saving any major changes, he is yours for as long the universe will permit

* “Wait are you guys on a date right now?” Jessica asks, and it pulls you right out of your thoughts

* She’s worried she’s intruding

* “No-I mean maybe? Honestly we both just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.” You sigh

* “Are the rest of the Cullen’s not taking it well?”

* You do live together, and you’re at that age. Sure Emmett and Rosalie and together, but that seems to be under more transparent circumstances

* So imagine her surprise when you card your fingers through your hair

* “No they’re taking it too well!”

* Last night you basically rotated between coven members as they all told you how happy they were you were with Edward now

* “Honestly I thought the nerd would never find the nerve” Emmett confided in you

* “Eleazer you’ll never guess what happened....we’re going to be brothers!” You had heard Carlisle tell Eleazer over the phone before breaking down into tears

* “Carlisle stop crying, the venom is going to make a hole in the floor.” Esme shouted before turning her attention back to you

* “So what colors do you like (Y/N)? I’m partial to gold and white myself-“ she said pointing the color combination examples in her wedding book

* They were driving you crazy.

* “Carlisle keeps rotating between smiling and crying because ‘two kids are leaving the house’ and Tanya called to give me the most smug speech about it- I just need a break.”

* You sigh

* “Wait-did all of this happen after the party?” Bella asks with a smile creeping onto her face

* Before you can answer though, you see Edward walking towards you

* “We’ll talk about this later” Jessica whispers, not that it matters, going on the smirk on Edward’s lips he already heard everything

* “So Tanya called you huh?” He whispers in your ear when the others move ahead

* His breath fanning against your ear causes your stomach to flip. You’ve been around him so long, you almost started to forget how hot he was.

* “Yeah, she’s basically hoping I crush your heart so she can get revenge.”

* You’re mostly joking, but given past history, you know she wouldn’t mind if that’s how things turned out anyway

* “That’s fair.” He looks almost sad. What the hell happened between them to make him like this?

* You want to ask, but you feel like now isn’t the best time. Not when Jessica and Bella are a mere five feet away arguing about whether to see the jellyfish or penguins first

* So you do the only thing you can: You reach out and hold his hand, squeezing it slightly. Edward doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes back

* It’s a pretty nice day, Bella’s dad bought her a digital camera so you take a bunch of cheesy pictures around the aquarium

* “Oh try to get one like a shark is eating us! Like I’m in Jaws!”

* “You know they’re an endangered species and that stupid movie doesn’t help right?”

* “There is no ethical consumption under capitalism Bella”

* Edward just makes a pained expression as he holds up the camera. All he wanted to do was go on a date with his significant other

* “Girls am I right?” Jacob asks, extending his bag of popcorn

* For a second you think Edward might hate him, but instead a smile arch’s onto his face

* “You have no idea.” He smiles, taking a few kernels.

* Aw, it’s Edward’s first human friend 💖

* You kinda wish you were the one with a camera now, or at least a smart phone

* Instead you settle for a grainy picture on your flip phone. They both look at you like confused puppy's when the shutter clicks

* “Aw that’s a cute one” Jessica coo’s

* “You even got a shark in the back” Bella says pointing to a blurry gray blob in the background

* It’s a good day

* You’re almost sad when you have to part at the end

* “You sure you guys don’t want to come with us? Jessica’s dad is letting us have his reservation at the revolving restaurant in the space needle”

* You and Edward exchange a look

* “Nah it’s fine, I’m pretty sure Esme is wondering when we’re coming home”

* “She’ll be pissed if we eat there without here.” You add for good measure

* “Well alright we’ll see you at school tomorrow” Jessica says with a wave, and you smile

* “See you tomorrow”

* Looks like things are back to normal

* Edward drives on the way back

* You hold the plush sea turtle close to your chest as you watch him

* He really is handsome, chiseled cheekbones and full rosy lips. To add he has that mane of auburn hair, and that irresistible splatter of freckles across his nose

* The prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

* “I can feel you staring” he says with a smile twitching onto his lips. Oh god you want to kiss that stupid smile right off his mouth

* “What went wrong with you and Tanya?”

* Way to kill the vibe

* “I’m sure Tanya told you all about it.” He shrugs. There’s that sad look again

* “I want to hear about it from you though”

* And Edward might have denied you if your hand hadn’t found his, resting on top of it

* He grins

* You don’t play fair, do you?

* He sighs, squeezing your hand while keeping his eyes on the road

* “I just...didn’t like the way she thought about me”

* “Like you were a piece of meat?”

* He laughs

* “Like I was some charity case besides-“ he stops abruptly, looking at you before swallowing hard. “Never mind”

* “No tell me!” You lean forward cradling your hand intertwined with his against your chest and he chuckles, you really don’t play fair

* “ I didn’t-I don’t feel attraction to people unless-“

* He looks into your eyes, and you feel his fingers squirm against yours

* “Unless we’re friends first”

* Oh, he’s asexual.

*Or demisexual.

* Somewhere on the spectrum for sure

* Is he coming out to you right now?

* You give his hand a squeeze

* “I get that.”

* You want to smack yourself.

* The boy you love just came out to you about his sexuality and all you can say is ‘I get that’

* You feel so useless

* But Edward doesn’t let you feel useless for too long, he squeezes back looking at you with such warm eyes

* And again you can’t help but think that even though his heart doesn’t beat anymore, he looks so human

* He’s just pulled into the driveway at the house, the car parked. He’s about to say something when you cut him off, tugging him closer to you and placing your lips on his

* If he’s surprised he doesn’t show it, placing his free hand on your shoulder and leaning a bit closer to you

* He’s so careful and gentle...and dazzling

* He’s barely touching you but you can feel yourself seeing stars

* That thing he does with his tongue-it’s indescribable

* Are you sure he’s a virgin?!?

* You can’t help the sigh that passes your lips when he pulls away. You’re still in a daze when he pulls you into his lap, one leg straddled on each side

* His head is tilted back, an easy smile on his mouth.

* You suddenly feel shy, that look in his eyes should be illegal

* “So-“ you lean back a bit “do you-um-do you have feelings like that for me?”

* He tilts his head to the side in confusion and you gulp

* “Y’know sexually speaking”

* He actually laughs at you

* Right there, when you’re only a handful of inches away from his face

* But you’re not annoyed, instead all you can feel is a rush of affection

* His eyes crinkle at the ends, his pearly white fangs sparkling as he grins. Your hands cup his face as he looks up at you with adoration

* You can imagine the rosy blush that would light his face so clearly, the deep emerald green of his eyes. You’re almost starving for the image you see in your mind to be real

* He pulls you out of the image with a simple touch. His arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer

* “I - like the rest of the entire student population at Forks High School- find you absolutely bewitching”

* The way he says it makes you shiver, and Edward’s hand trails up your back.

*He sits a little straighter, bouncing you slightly in his lap as he does, so you’re looking straight into his eyes

* “I find it hard to believe you don’t know that I have been dying inside everyday watching you walk around in those short shorts you love so much,” he whispers in your ear.

*“That I haven’t been dying to absolutely ravish you .”

* You gulp.

* It’s all you can do when he’s looking at you like that

* If you thought Garrett’s bedroom eyes were intense, then Edward is on an entire different level

* You feel your heart stutter, butterflies erupting in your stomach...and something else

* A certain heat you haven’t felt in a long time

* You’ve never seen him look at anything like that, like he’s hungry-

* Starving even

* His lips brush against your neck, trailing down to your collar bone and you sigh

* He really knows everything about you doesn’t he? All your sweet spots, all your stories, every one of your secrets.

* Your hand trails up his chest, entangling in his hair and a low gasp tumbles from his lips

* And then your phone rings

* You hear him groan, and you shake your head

* “Ignore it” you mumble, your mouth meeting his once more

* And you continue on for a few moments, until his phone rings

*He pulls away from you with a groan

* “Rosalie’s calling me a long list of profanities right now” he mumbles, you sigh pulling away to lean against the steering wheel

* It’s probably for the best, no point in getting too turned on when you knew he was going to say ‘you should wait until marriage’

* Like honestly, he died, and you died, and now you live an alternative lifestyle where literally nothing matters anymore

* But you’ll respect his wishes

* “Guess we should go inside” You sigh, you move to get off of him

* But just as your about to crawl off, he tugs you to face him once more

* His thumb brushes over your cheek, and those deep gold eyes bore at you with that same intensity as before

* He pulls you in for one last kiss, before getting out of the car and closing the door behind him

* “We’ll pick up where we left off later.”

* (Y/N).exe is broken

* You walk to the house slowly, like humans do

* “Are you ready?” He asks, holding out his hand

* You smile, placing your hand in his and nodding

* “Ready”

* So imagine your surprise when you and Edward get inside, hand in hand, to find the entire coven is laughing in the living room.

* From where you’re standing you can only see Carlisle

* “Ah your home! Come, I want you both to meet someone-“

* You move forward but Edward stays rooted to the spot

* Three people come into view, a woman with flaming red hair, a man -no older than 25- with rich mahogany skin, and a dazzling young man with hair the color of the sun.

* “Meet our new friends, Victoria, James and Laurent”

* You turn to look at Edward, his mouth pinched into a frown

* Well F*ck

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hawthornewhisperer · 3 years

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epiphanies

Some DILF!Draco for @ambpersand. Currently 1,500 words and rated T, but I hope to add a second chapter tonight/tomorrow/soon that would be rated M. This will stay tumblr-only until I have that second chapter ready, then I'll put the whole shebang up on Ao3.

Inspired by this incredible fanart by @mignon-chignon and thank you to @bgonemydear for her on-the-spot betaing.

Hermione hadn’t even finished getting dressed when the owl from the Ministry arrived. She scanned the note, swore under her breath, and dashed off a reply. If the Mitford hearing had been moved up, that meant she needed the files and she needed them today.

She had last seen them in Malfoy's briefcase as he went home two days ago, but he'd been out of the office ever since. She hurried up the stairs to her building’s owlery, scribbled a note to Malfoy and returned to her flat, hoping against hope she was wrong.

His return owl arrived when she was halfway through her toast and she groaned under her breath. Mitford files are at my place. I’ll leave them in the Floo Parlor.

That was it, not even his initials as a sign off. “Rude prat,” she grumbled under her breath. Malfoy had been working at the firm with her for the past six months, and while he was no longer the sneering bully she remembered from Hogwarts, he was an exceedingly grumpy arsehole most of the time. Everything he said was clipped and sardonic, and he seemed to have a deathly allergy to saying thank you. She would have hated working with him if he wasn’t so bloody good at his job, which had downgraded her feelings towards him from “loathe completely” to “tolerate grudgingly.”

Hermione always did have a weakness for competence.

She grabbed her blazer and joined the queue in the lobby for the floo, still piling her hair into a bun on the top of her head when she took her turn.

Malfoy’s Floo Parlor was immaculate. It looked like a magazine spread, tastefully decorated and without even a speck of dust. In contrast, her tiny flat looked like a library had exploded in it, largely because one basically had.

But of course Malfoy’s was neat and tidy and...empty. The Mitford files were nowhere to be seen. She let loose a swear that would have made her ex-husband proud and steeled herself to walk into Malfoy’s apartment proper, wishing she had had time for an extra cup of tea if she was going to have to deal with his surly face before nine am.

She pushed open the door to the rest of his flat, ready to snap at him, and froze.

He had his back to her, looking out the expansive window that framed much of London, and the first thing she noticed was he had a very nice back.

A very nice bare back, because he was shirtless. Shirtless and holding a baby.

She knew he had a child, of course. He had one framed photo of the boy on his desk— the only photo of any kind in his entire office, which otherwise resembled a prison cell with a very fancy sofa— but Malfoy did not talk about personal matters at work. All she knew was his name— Scorpius— and that he was approximately Albus Potter’s age.

The little boy shared his father’s blond hair, but there was a soft curl to the ends that must have come from his mother. The Malfoy-Greengrass divorce had been the subject of more than one gossip page article, but Hermione hadn’t read any of them— she didn’t like how exploitative they felt, turning people’s pain into sport for entertainment.

Not that she cared much about Malfoy’s pain, per se, but it was the principle of the thing.

Scorpius’s eyes were red rimmed and his cheeks looked sticky with tears as he eyed her over his father’s shoulder. His father’s exceptionally muscled, well defined, bare shoulder. The boy pawed at his eye with a chubby fist and she watched as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the side of his son’s head, the sort of careless affection she was used to seeing from Harry with his boys but she had never once thought she would see from Malfoy. “It’s okay buddy, I know. It hurts,” she heard him murmur, and she realized she had been staring for entirely too long.

She cleared her throat and he turned with a start. “Fuck, the Mitford files,” he said, the soft look on his face vanishing in an instant.

Hermione felt an odd sort of loss when his familiar cold mask slipped into place, like she had gotten a glimpse of something she would never see again.

Why she wanted to see that look on his face again was a mystery she didn't much feel like solving.

“They’re in my study, hold on,” he added, shifting Scorpius higher on his hip and padding barefoot towards a closed door.

Hermione used his absence to compose herself. She was just thrown by seeing her coworker out of context, that was all.

Out of context and shirtless with an unfairly sculpted chest, plus a pair of joggers slung low across his hips. Did all men have muscles that arrowed down from their hips like that? That was not something she had seen in the flesh before, and it had her flustered.

By the time he returned with the Mitford file, she was thoroughly uncomposed. “You know if you’re going to be off work you really shouldn’t take home client files that can’t be owled,” she snapped.

Anger flashed across his face. “I’ll be sure to have Scorpius schedule his sleep regressions and teething fits with you next time,” he growled.

“It’s nothing to do with him,” she said, doing her best to keep her eyes anywhere but where they wanted to be, which was staring at the play of morning light on the planes of his chest. “These files are supposed to stay at the office for a reason, Malfoy.”

Exhaustion abruptly flooded his features. He pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes and Scorpius nuzzled into his neck. “I know,” he said, broad shoulders slumping. “Look, this week has been hell. I didn’t think I would be out this long. I’m sorry,” he added, and quite frankly, she never thought Draco Malfoy would ever apologize to her for anything.

The shock from hearing those two words was the only explanation for what came out of her mouth next. “When was the last time you showered?”

Something that was almost a smile tugged the corner of his mouth up. “I look that bad, huh?”

Actually he looked like a Greek god carved out of marble but she wasn’t about to tell him that. And he did have rather alarming purple shadows under his eyes, plus stubble that indicated it had been several days since he shaved. “You’ve looked better,” she said, reaching out and plucking Scorpius from his arm. “I don’t have to be in for a bit. Go shower.”

He hesitated, but Scorpius was already interestedly pulling at her hair. “Okay,” Malfoy said, something unreadable in his grey eyes. “It’ll only be a minute.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Scorpius, who giggled. “Take your time.”

By the time Malfoy emerged from his bedroom, freshly showered and shaved and in jeans and a white v-neck shirt, Hermione and Scorpius were on the living room floor while he clambered all over her like a muggle jungle gym. Scorpius was fascinated by her hair and was sitting next to her while she laid flat on her back, grabbing chubby fistfuls and yanking on it.

“Careful, he’ll skin you bald if you let him,” Malfoy drawled.

She pushed herself up to sitting, at first grateful Draco had put on a shirt and then disappointed as it meant his chest was now hidden from view. But then he crossed his arms and the muscles in his biceps strained against the sleeve of his shirt, and she circled back to grateful again.

“There’s plenty to go around,” she said, gently prying Scorpius’s hand from her hair and retying it into a bun. Draco's gaze rested on her as she did, and an unaccountable blush started crawling up her neck.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said, sitting down on the couch, lifting Scorpius into his lap and bringing the total number of apologies she had ever heard from his lips to two.

She shrugged. “Honestly? You’ve been worse.”

He huffed, a noise that almost sounded like a laugh. “I have been a prat, haven’t I? Between the divorce and Scorpius, I’ve been an arsehole at the office. I’ll try and do better,” he said.

The utter sincerity of his words drew her up short. “Actually, I was talking about Hogwarts but yes, you have been a prat at the office.”

Draco blinked. “Fuck, I— I never apologized for that, did I?”

“You didn’t, but it’s okay,” she said surprising herself. Apologies were nice, but they didn't mean much if the person didn't actually try to improve. She wasn’t sure when, exactly, but at some point in the last six months she had stopped thinking of who Malfoy used to be and accepted that he had changed for the better.

“It’s not, though,” he said. “Again, with the divorce and everything I’ve been— it’s isolating, is all. I'm sorry.”

“Pity there’s no one else in this room who knows what it’s like to go through a divorce,” she said drily.

His eyebrows shot up. “Are you saying I can come to you for tea and sympathy, Granger?”

“I’m saying you don’t have to do this all alone,” she said gently, and stood. “McAvoy will be waiting on the Mitford brief though. I should get going.”

He stood, Scorpius once again snuggling into his chest. “Thanks, Granger. I owe you one,” he said.

Hermione leaned over to place a kiss on Scorpius’s soft curls without even thinking. She could smell Draco’s skin that close, the soap and shampoo from his shower filling her nostrils. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, and headed towards the Floo Parlor, Mitford files safely in hand.

She only wished she could say the same for her hormones.

#dramione #dramione fic #draco x hermione #single dad!draco #divorced!hermione

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aquagustd · 3 years

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hi there can I please request a yoongi fic based on the song Sorry by Halsey 🥺🖤 I feel like the song says everything so I don't need to say much and you're writing and interpretations are always so amazing I completely trust you, I look forward to reading it if you'll accept my request ☺️

atone - MYG | M

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: ~876

genre: heavy angst, smut

warnings: dry humping, hickeys, insecurities

a/n: thank you for requesting this. This song holds a special place in my heart.

∞

I didn't mean to try you on

But I still know your birthday

And your mother's favorite song

You’re standing in line at the coffee shop, impatiently tapping your foot on the wooden floors. By the time you’re done here, you’ll only have ten minutes left of your lunch break. You curse internally, you shouldn’t have stopped to pet that stray cat on your way here, now you’re stuck in the queue.

As you scan the patrons dotting the tables, your eyes lock with a certain raven-haired man. Your breath gets caught in your throat, heart skipping a few beats.

Yoongi.

Taking a deep gulp of air, you bury your face in his neck, inhaling his heavy cologne as your tongue, teeth and lips attack the soft skin, purple blooms on his neck. Hearing him groan as he guides your hips against his crotch, his blunt nails dig into your clothed thighs as you whimper, his cock nudging your clit as he bucks his hips in tandem with yours.

Feeling your orgasm fast approaching, breath mingling with his as you capture his swollen lips, thighs quivering around him as you press him into the backrest of the couch. Your erect nipppes press into his chest as you bury your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands and earning a hiss.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grits out, fingers pressing into you, sure to bruise.

Nodding, you place your forehead on his as the hot rush of your orgasm sets all your nerve endings alight, letting out a loud cry of his name as his cock twitches against you.

“So pretty,” he rasps.

Halting your movements, his eyes flutter shut as he cums with a string of curses.

You giggle, kissing his soft cheeks as he pushes your hair out of your face.

“Fuck Y/N,” his voice gruff, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Giving him one last smooch on his pout, you’re about to get off his lap when he grabs your hips again, staring into your eyes.

“Y/N. I-I love you.”

You blink at him, feeling your heart race in your chest as he waits for your answer. Smiling despite yourself, you push his hands away from your body, moving off his lap as you shuffle to the bathroom, feeling his burning gaze on your back.

That was four months ago, the last time you’ve seen or heard from him. No, the last time he heard from you. His messages stopped a month ago, he probably realized that you weren’t going to respond. You didn’t even play the voice notes he had sent you.

You miss him, the look in his eyes tells you that he does too. If his messages didn’t remind you enough.

You wonder what plans he had for his birthday last month, you remember that he wanted to go on a camping trip to a nearby lake.

But you obviously wouldn’t know, and it’s your fault. You own up to it. It’s what you do, you push people away. And you hate the fact that he had mentioned in his messages that he’s sorry for whatever he did to push you away. It’s all on you and you can’t stop it.

Why would someone like Min Yoongi, want to be with you? Why would he sacrifice his precious time of being with his friends to be with you? Why would he want to be with you, when he could have any girl in the world?

His sweet words went in only to make you question the honesty in them. You obviously can’t be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. You know you probably look terrible when you cum, so why did he praise you. You know that he didn’t mean it when he said he loved you.

You spent hundreds of sleepless nights, wondering if his praises were true. Eventually shrugging it off because he obviously couldn’t mean it, you were his girlfriend, he had to be nice to you, he had to say those things to you. He just said it for nothing, to keep you happy.

But you weren’t, and it was all your fault.

Instead of being happy, your questions grew as time went by, your heart became weaker, your days became dull and inconsolable.

You didn’t mean for this to happen. You didn’t mean for it to go too far but it was too late. Too late to stop his feelings from growing and too late to stop your brain from drowning your thoughts with deafening questions.

You could go talk to him now, but you won’t. Because you know that would give him some hope, he would start to spill his own questions and you’re too ashamed to give him your answer. Hurt paints his features as he watches you, your bite you lip knowing that you wouldn’t want to hurt him even more.

Instead, you avert your gaze to the menu on the screen. Moving up the queue. That’s the best thing you could do for him, to not waste his time by scrutinizing everything he does and says because he deserves someone better. Someone who would love and accept everything he gives without question. Someone who would love him without restriction.

Someone who isn’t you

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A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fic! It's really just an idea I've had for months, and then wrote, and then couldn't figure out which hockey boy it fit, until some mutuals were kind enough to help. I settled on our boy Barzy! It's inspired by Taylor Swift's "Gold Rush", and I really wanted to do my best in reflecting the beautiful imagery this story creates for me. I hope I did it justice. It's a little terrifying putting my writing out there, but I hope people enjoy it!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Two curse words, it's really just internal conflict within the reader

Summary: You're celebrating your dad's 50th birthday with some friends and family at a dinner party. You happen to land your eyes on a beautiful stranger, who you can't seem to get out of your head. You spend the rest of the night wondering, should you go up to him?

Or do you let him walk out the door?

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They say when you first lay eyes on your soulmate, time stands completely still. As you gaze into their eyes, it feels as though you’ve known them for multiple lifetimes. It feels like home. Is that even remotely true?

You start to take a sip of your drink and turn your head slightly to take in your surroundings. Your eyes dance around the room, until they stumble upon another pair of wondering eyes. Your eyes lock, and you’re instantly sucked into the mysterious yet intriguing twinkling grey-blue color that compliments his navy blue suit. Suddenly, your breath hitches in your throat, every part of your body stiffens, except for your lips that part slightly and eyes that widen. The drink is long forgotten, you’re even struggling to keep it from practically falling out of your hands and onto the wooden floor. The party is now just a blur, the noise? What noise? The world is muffled, as if someone stuck your head into a hundred pillows. Images stream through your mind like an endless movie reel wrapped in shimmery gold. Endless laughter on a first date over coffee. Him rubbing the back of your hand as you take a stroll through the park. Holiday mornings, exchanging gifts. Would he participate in the tradition of opening small gifts first, or would he want the biggest gift right off the bat? Ice skating and him catching you as you stumble on a pesky track in the ice. Him tossing you into the pool while you’re trying to put up a fight in a losing battle. A sweet and quiet proposal where he promises his forever love. A kiss at the altar in front of all your friends and family. Chasing after rambunctious little kids trying to get them to nap. All these gold dripping images of a pure love plow through your brain. Your heart is the unmovable object. They are the unstoppable force.

You and him only shared a look for what was probably half a second, but the thick air that seemed to only be affecting you made time feel like it stood completely still.

You burst back into reality with the help of a slight head shake. “Woah,” you quietly whisper. You blink a few times and finally get around to taking a sip of your drink to quench your parched throat. Did you just see a whole future...with a stranger?

“Hey, are you okay?” Stella asks. Her hand gently touches your arm as she cocks her head to the side. Her brows are furrowed in what can only be described as pure confusion. Did you really space out that badly as she was talking? What were you guys even talking about?

“Oh,” you say as you gently shake your head, “yeah.” You chuckle, “yeah, I’m just fine.” You wait a beat then say, “Hey, I’m going to use the bathroom really quickly, okay?”

“Sure thing,” she nods. “Do you need me to come with?”

“I’m totally fine, I promise,” you reassure with every bone in your body while giving her your drink. You really just needed to be alone to calm your racing mind that has now turned a complete stranger into a romantic interest with the power of a golden montage.

You make your way over to the exit of the dining hall and push the creaky open with your shoulder, and the amount of force you had to use honestly hurt. Your heels click down the tiled hallway of the golf club to find the bathroom door. The rectangular bathroom mirror framed in an intricate gold design holds your reflection. You slightly tilt your head as you take a look at your face. It’s like someone took the color of a clown nose and colored in your face with it. Jeez. You shake your head and sigh. This isn’t good, and deep down, you know that. You hate when you’re like this, all flustered over someone who just happened to lock eyes with you. His eyes. They were gleaming and just all around beautiful. What were you thinking again?

Oh, right.

Well, it’s pretty obvious he has this power over you, and you don’t like that. Now is your face going to become red everytime you see him? You check your phone. There’s still two hours left, plenty of time to possibly see him again. You can’t tell if that’s necessarily a good or bad thing.

You pace around the bathroom trying to reason with your begging heart. He was pretty good looking, which means that so many people naturally want him. Who was he even talking to, anyways? You gasp and stop in your tracks, blood running cold. “He was talking to a girl,” you mumble. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t sound completely and utterly crushed. In the heat of the moment, you completely failed to realize the blonde standing next to him. You lean over the counter, the cold marble feeling on your arms making your arms break out in goosebumps. You take one last stern look in the mirror at your face. “See, this is why we can’t allow ourselves to fall that hard,” you whisper angrily, “everyone wants him, and I just...I don’t like a gold rush like that.” You shake your head again and take one last deep breath to shake out any other thoughts. You can see yourself standing barefooted at the bottom of a hole looking astounded at how tall the walls have grown, and how distant the light looks. It feels like you soared lightheartedly into the sky, just to fall and crush every bone in your body.

You roll your eyes to yourself while slightly cursing yourself out. Pushing the bathroom door open, you step out into the hallway and make a beeline back for the dining hall. Your purse starts spastically vibrating, so you hastily fish your phone out to put an end to the obnoxious noise. Scanning the text, you read that your mom is asking where you went, as the cake for your dad’s birthday is going to be cut soon. You sigh as you text, “I’m hurrying back now.”

That’s all you see before you feel a slight brush tickle your bare shoulder. Your eyes don’t dare move from your phone screen. You reason that it’s not someone you know, as they would have said something to you. Your hands shake as you put your phone back in your purse.

“Oh, sorry,” the voice trails off as he continues to walk down the hallway after he brushed up against you.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, without turning around, which is admittedly ridiculous.

As soon as you can judge his footsteps are far away enough, you make a quick glance behind to see if it really was him. And judging by the navy blue suit, it was.

Suddenly, the golden montage flows through your mind once more, showing an image of yourself wearing an old shirt of his, maybe one from when he was in high school for whatever sport he played, if he played one. Your feet feel the coolness of the wooden floor of the supposed home. The home both of you share? It’s so tangible, so real that you almost reach out to touch it. It’s right there...

Your head jerks yourself out of the vision once more, or rather the fact that you’re now faced with a white wall in front of you. You sigh a long frustrated sigh. I can’t believe I really walked by the entrance, how embarrassing, you think as you turn on your heels to backtrack. Why does this stranger have you so wrapped around his finger? No one else has been able to even come close to doing that. You feel your face with your hand, and it’s burning. I’ll go in there looking like a tomato, it’s fine.

You do your best to quite literally shake off those thoughts as you push open the dining room hall door. “There you are!” your mom says. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, we’re going to sing happy birthday to Dad.”

“Can’t wait,” you beam. After all, your dad only turns 50 once, and this night is about him, afterall. You follow your mom to a table with a white tablecloth resting on it.

Stella pops out from behind your dad to approach you and whispers, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You resist the urge to gently shove her in front of everyone. “Yes,” you pleadingly insist, “now stop asking me in front of Mom and Dad, they’ll think something is wrong.”

She side eyes you with an attitude. “Fine.”

“They’re my girls,” your dad says with a smile.

You and Stella laugh while leaning into him for a quick hug. “Hey dad,” you both say in unison.

The room completely dies down, people could hear a pin drop. “Ready?” your mom asks the guests. The room takes a collective deep breath.

And so the melody of Happy Birthday rings joyously through the hall, you can see the mystery stranger out of the corner of your eye. Heat radiates off your skin, it’s almost like you can feel his eyes boring into you. It takes all the willpower you can muster, but you resist the temptation to look over at him all throughout the song.

When the song is over, the room breaks out into obnoxiously loud clapping. You, Stella, and your parents share loving looks and warm smiles.

Eventually, everyone proceeds to return to normal chatter at the one rectangular table of two that they’re sitting at, and so do you, Stella and your parents.

You pull out your seat next to your sister near the middle of the middle of the table and sit, fixing your dress.

“Ahem,” Stella says in an ill attempt to cover her suspiciousness with a clearing throat noise. Queue whatever accusatory question she’s got.

“Let me just set something straight,” she starts.

“Go for it,” you say as you reach for some water.

“It’s definitely that guy a few seats down, isn’t it?” She smirks. She’s got you trapped in her little web, and she knows it.

You may or may not have fought back choking on your water or pulling a ridiculous spit take on the nice white table cloth.

You lean in and harshly whisper, “Well you didn’t have to say it that loudly.” You glance over at the mystery stranger and see his hand wrapped around his glass as he goes to drink it. He has a thick silver ring on his pointer finger?

“Hello?” Stella shifts her head to selfishly cut off your view of him.

“Okay,” you sigh in defeat, “yes it’s him. Happy?”

“Very,” she says, very satisfied because she finally pried it out of you and got you to admit it. Someone else has you wrapped around their finger. She didn’t even have to know all the details of the montages to know. She could tell by the way your eyes glossed over and how your lips would slightly part like you were in a hazy daydream.

And you were.

“Who is he anyway? And why don’t we know him?” You ask.

“I don’t know, honestly. A little strange, isn’t it? Why don’t you ask mom who he is?” She suggests, but her cheshire smile suggests that she will somehow find out, with or without your mom’s help.

“But mom’s going to absolutely harass me until I say something to him. Just you on my tail is enough,” you say with an eyebrow raised as to say ‘don’t test me.’ And Stella knows you’re right.

“Alright, fine,” she concedes, “But why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to him?”

“I did,” you nonchalantly float.

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an “O” from disbelief. Did you really not talk to people that much?

“Really?” she practically squeals.

“Yeah, he brushed by me and said, ‘Sorry’ so I said, ‘It’s okay.’” Okay, now you get why your friends and family get mad at you for refusing to talk to people. But cracking this joke was one you could not pass up.

Her face scrunches up and she exhibits the biggest eye roll you have ever seen. She opens her mouth to start saying something, probably to scold at you, but you open your mouth to cut her off first.

“Alright no, I haven’t. And do you know why?” As you’re about to get your thought out, you’re interrupted by a fit of laughter down the stretch of the table. Your eyes scan but freeze on the stranger, whose nose is adorably scrunched up as he laughs with multiple, yes multiple, people about goodness knows what. And there’s that other blonde that you still don’t know, laughing with him. You tear your stare away and focus back on your sister.

“Look, that right there. That’s why,” you say, anger burning through your chest.

Stella raises an eyebrow in her own judgemental manner. “He talks to people? You know people do that right?”

Now it’s your turn to return the favor of a judgemental eye roll. “No, Stella, I mean just look at him and the people he’s surrounded by. It’s so obvious that everyone wants him. Just look at that girl with him. I’m not the only one who wants to love him.”

Silence ensues between you two. She picks up her phone and shoots a quick text. After a moment she says, “Well, I think if you just talked to him, you’d be pleasantly surprised with what could happen. I have to help mom with distributing gift bags. You stay here,” she instructs.

You can only assume you’re not being called to help because Stella graciously told your mom that you’re potentially working up the courage to talk to someone that’s not one of your three friends or your family. How generous of her.

A few friends of your dad stop by your seat to say goodbye before they head out. The noise slightly dies down enough to scarcely hear some other conversations. You hear nothing out of the ordinary, just a girl talking about getting into her dream school to some guy. Your ears slightly move as you pick up on a voice that sounds like the one in the hallway earlier.

“Yeah dude, but did you see the fake out on the goalie on the second goal? That had to have been the best part.”

Out of instinct you open your mouth to interject, but quickly shut it and put it under lock and key. You blink in disbelief. Hockey? Did this man just speak on hockey?

You circle the rim of the coffee cup and stare at the brown liquid. In a different universe…

In a different universe you would have actually kept your mouth open, and maybe even squeezed some words out, too.

“Actually, that seamless stretch pass down the neutral zone from the defenseman after a pretty difficult forecheck set up the play pretty well. I’d give him a lot of credit, too.”

He’d probably look a little shocked, as do most guys when you interject your two-sense about hockey. But maybe he’d break out into a small smile and offer a rebuttal. Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe one day…

Maybe one day you’ll be sitting next to him on the couch, watching a game while cuddling and brushing the hair out of his face. Oh who are you kidding, you’ll be up and screaming at the TV. It’s your staple.

A noise of someone dropping something behind you slightly startles you and pulls you out of your once again golden daydream. You finally stop mindlessly circling the rim of your coffee cup to take a sip, but only to find it’s now ice cold.

This is why you hate looking through a pair of rose colored glasses. It distracts you from enjoying things. You glance over at your dad who’s still talking to one of his good friends that lingered after festivities. You’re supposed to be celebrating him right now, but instead you’re literally stuck in this cursedly pure golden daydream that is almost too good to break.

You can see him. He’s still there, at the end of the table, chatting away with some dude. The blonde left at some point, though.

“Well, I gotta head out, man, good to see you. My sister needs help with packing her stuff for college tomorrow, so we’ve got a busy day coming up.”

Could that girl have been his sister?

“Congratulations to her on getting into her dream school by the way,” the guy says. “I talked to her when she was here earlier, and she seemed super excited.”

A wave of cool relief washes over your body, remembering the conversation about college you picked up on earlier. It was his sister.

“Yeah she is, she worked really hard, and it also involved a whole lot of crying,” he chuckles.

Ain’t that right, you think to yourself.

The table shakes as he pushes out of his chair. Your eyes remain glued to your coffee cup no matter how much you want them to move. You just can’t gather the courage to say something, and you’re cursing yourself for it. You don’t want to sit here and dream about him anymore. You want to actually let these things happen, for once. You want to just unleash all these swirling and sickeningly sweet emotions from your body and drown him in it. You want so badly to leap up and say something, anything. Step on those voices taunting you and mocking you saying that it could never happen, it could never be so it will never be. He’s so inviting that you can’t resist any longer. You go to reach out to him, but the door shuts before you know it.

And just as fleeting as he came,

He’s gone.

Fuck. It feels as though a brick is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. You really let your worries control you, and this time it feels as though you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. You just can’t believe you let it happen when your mind was begging you to talk to him. You always do-

“Shit,” you mumble. In your frustration, you knocked over the remnants of the coffee onto the not-so-white-anymore table cloth. Tears prickle up in your eyes, your throat closes, and your nose begins to sting. You quickly swallow these emotions down your throat and begin to use a napkin to soak up the excess coffee. Drinks have really not been your friend tonight.

For the first time, you notice as you clean that it’s just you left in the room, besides a few people cleaning up on the other end. You’re not sure where your family has gone, but you haven’t received any texts prompting you to leave yet. It’s so silent that you can hear some muffled chatter down the hall.

Suddenly, you hear the same creak of the door open with an “oof” that doesn’t quite sound like your dad. Your blood runs cold and you freeze mid press into the tablecloth. You glance up without turning around to see a lone jacket hanging on a chair suspiciously close to the chair he previously sat in. Your eyes widen and dart around the room, but you dare not move, waiting to see what he does. Even after cursing yourself out for ten minutes while cleaning up spilled coffee, you still haven’t learned to make the first move. His presence feels like a forcefield, you can feel it heavily pressing into your back.

But he isn’t moving to grab the jacket, no.

A pointer finger with a silver ring taps your shoulder.

“Hey,” the clarity of his voice rings in your ears like a bell. Your heart is racing so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of your rib cage and run its own 10k. You slowly crank your head around to meet his eyes for the first time-- face to face.

And you must say, his face is really pretty when you actually talk to him face to face. Maybe you should do this more often. You take in his golden features, and struggle to hide a small smirk creeping up on your face. His messy hair falls perfectly into place on his head, and his kind face makes you feel as though a mess of metallic gold swirls are playfully swirling and dashing around you both. You’ve found him in this lifetime.

“I’m Mat, can I help you clean up before I grab my jacket?”

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