#i lose my patience a lot currently too
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If even at my best recently the best idea is to just hurt myself so bad I have to get help regardless of consequences. If I die, I die, if not then maybe I'll have at least got back on meds like I was supposed to months ago. If I can at least get that, and not be how I am now for most of every day that would be something. If I need help and asking for it isn't enough and having tried several times recently with people knowing about it isn't enough then I just have to do worse and worse until it's importable to ignore. And I hate this, I get how this sounds, but what other choice is there? I have nothing to help manage this currently. All I had was later tonight, and once that goes there's nothing to think about making it to, not that it was worth going this long.
#very convenient how im quiet and if i was a problem something would have to happen#i dont care if its worse because then something will have changed#my biggest concern with that situation is someone will tell my parents i am trans (this would be very bad) and like i dont care right now#i need to not be waiting 3-5 months for a letter for an appointment#i dont even know if im still waiting for a psychiatrist appointment#bevause ive been waiting a long time now#i phoned them. they know that makes it really serious. and yet i guess thats not enough#i dont want to hurt someone else so i have to brave the pain on myself#if i do it because of this or because i believe i am going to leave and go home beyond the stars then sure. so long as i get the same result#i lose my patience a lot currently too#which is not healthy#after the appointment with sometjing else tomorrow i am done#by friday it should have happened (depends how much i want to do wednesday one last time. and how much i can wait)
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sensitive
✧ sunday x gn!reader
✧ synopsis: the wings by his ears are far too sensitive for what you're both about to do to them.
✧ contents: just a lil scenario for the piercings on sunday's wings. and the hc (that has probs become every writers canon take) that his wings are oh so sensitive. established relationship, mildly suggestive cause why not, uhh, mentions of blood? sunday being utterly weak against his lover. ooc sunday cause goddamn i have NOTHING on this man.
✧ a/n: breathes in. listen i don't believe in any god but good lord i would start praying for this man if he asked me to.
jing yuan wips still in order, i just want to be on my best self mentally when writing for my eepy general so have this brainrot so i can function this week at my work and hopefully i'll write something more <3 thank you once again for your patience!
NOT BETA-READ THIS WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AN HOUR CAUSE THIS BRAINROT HAS BEEN BREWING INSIDE THE MIND FOR A MONTH, IM SORRY FOR THE ALL OVER THE PLACE WORDS - I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SINCE THE LAST JING YUAN ANGST PIECE.
Your fingertips have barely grazed the very edges of the feathers when the distinguished leader beneath you flinches in surprise. The fingers that grip your hips tightening further which causes your body that was previously hovering above him to settle down on Sunday's leg. You can hear a tiny sigh leaving his lips before you feel his head rest against your shoulder, the action causing you to chuckle.
"The longer you delay this, the more nervous you'll get, you know?" you muse, threading your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him to lay back in the same position he previously was in. You're barely able to touch his right wing again before a gloved hand shoots up from his side and you feel a sharp nip at your neck in warning - causing you to immediately halt all of your actions.
"It would've gone a lot faster have you decided to not do it in such an orthodox method, dear." Sunday retaliates with a sigh, pecking the bite mark as some sort of apology, an apology that you knew was not sincere in the slightest.
You giggle once again, settling down comfortably on his legs whilst slightly leaning back to fully look at your lover. Your arms loop over his neck while cocking your head to the side in slight confusion, although said confusion doesn't reach your mischievous eyes or the huge grin on your face. "Why I thought this would help calm you? It was your idea to pierce these wings of yours after all," you remind him, tapping the piercing gun that you're currently holding onto on his shoulder.
The man before you sighs, seemingly in exasperation over your usual antics whilst shrugging away the piercing gun that you're continuously tapping him with. You can however clearly see the slight reddening on top of his ears, while his wings tuck a bit behind his ears - clearly a signal that he's feeling a bit embarrassed.
"You're well aware of the effect you have on me, my love." he admits, the hand on your hip moving from its spot to instead rest against your neck. "Hmm? Then I suggest that you hurry along to let me pierce your wings before said effect makes you lose your patience," you tease with a quiet laugh. "I do have a lot of experience with this lil' gun of ours after all." you cheekily say - causing Sunday to direct his gaze towards your own ears, which have a few more piercings than your average person.
"... I'm well aware." Sunday replies.
Well aware of how sensitive your own ears are, almost as sensitive as his own wings that have yet to be pierced. He could let out a breath beside them which causes you to tremble, a small peck would make you gasp softly, but if he were to use his tongue-
"You're thinking of inappropriate things again, dear." you mutter into his ears before unlooping your arms from his neck to rest against your sides, your whole weight supported by the singular hand Sunday has on your hip.
"Hardly."
For someone not of Halovian descent, you're somehow able to discern his thoughts immediately - quite a hassle to be honst.
"Well then, my dear? Why don't you relax so we can get this over with so you can return to your duties?" you whisper, moving your body to sit between his legs so that you can get a closer look on his right wing, where he preferred the piercing to be on.
"... Just- don't say anything when you're about to do- Ah!"
The single clicking noise of the needle piercing his wing before retracting back to it's original spot makes Sunday jolt in surprise, the grip on your hip increasing in pressure, but you're too busy looking at the placement in glee to care for your distraught lover right now.
You notice the edges of the piercing reddening a bit, extending your finger to gather the tiny bits of blood that had escaped from the wound. Glancing at Sunday, you notice his slightly glossy eyes that immediately diverts from your gaze.
The quiet laugh you let out makes Sunday glare at you, but his eyes widen slightly when you lick his blood away from your fingertips with closed eyes. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask, opening your eyes again to lock eyes with Sunday, diverting your gaze slightly to his right wing.
You decide not to comment on his glossy eyes, deciding to instead scoot closer to peck the corner of his eyes, "Sorry that I surprised you, but as you said - Doing it this way is far more convenient for the both of us," you explain, lips pressing against Sunday's to coax him into relaxation.
"Mhm, thank you for indulging me, dove." he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving.
"Although..." you murmur in between various pecks against Sunday's lips, your lover raising an eyebrow up in confusion and imploring you to continue speaking.
"I think you said you would go for 2 of the same piercings if the first one looked nice, no?" you say before pressing your lips against his once again. Sunday was barely able to understand the meaning behind your words before he could feel the same pain of the needle shoot through his already overly-sensitive wing.
The loud gasp he lets out is swallowed by your lips, his open mouth letting your tongue slip inside while the piercing gun in your hand slips away from your lips now that you've done your part of the deal. Your hands settle themselves against Sunday's cheeks now- wiping away the few tears that have now slipped down from his glossy eyes with your thumb.
There's a certain desperation in Sunday's hands by your waist. He had first bunched the material of your clothes upwards by surprise, but now he's slipping his gloved hands beneath them and quickly traveling further up - he moves in a way that you don't know if he's trying to push you away to scold you, or press you closer to him to feel your warmth.
He eventually decides to push you away. His cheeks are reddened and he's heaving for breaths while he's glaring down at you in mild disappointment and a hint of excitement - and yet the hands that's dragging the buttons of your shirt from inside to snap them open tells another desire from the esteemed leader of Penacony.
The same mischievous smile is present on your lips when you part ways, your lips are a bit swollen but it doesn't stop their journey from grazing against his now incredibly sensitive right wing, the jerk of his entire body not bothering you in the slightest as your lips glide over his feathers, your lover shuddering a bit when you let out a breath right over his newly pierced wings.
"All done now, my love," you mutter into his ear, shrugging off your now ruined shirt off of one shoulder, "Do I get any reward for doing this so smoothly and quickly?"
Sunday lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your triumphant expression before shoving you down onto the couch the two of you were previously resting on. "I'm thinking a punishment is more fitting for how you didn't warn me of your actions twice, no?"
#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail imagines#honkai star rail x you#sunday x reader#sunday honkai star rail#hsr x reader#hsr x you#hsr imagines#star rail x reader#star rail x you
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Irreplaceable. (m)
synopsis. He was irreplaceable. You should’ve known that.
warnings. YÄNDÊRÊ CÖNTĚNT, mêntïöns öf kïdnäppïng, ëxtrëmë pösëssïvěnẽss, tǒxïc!göjö, nöncön kïss, prǒfanïty.
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Gojo Saturo, cannot stand you moving on from him.
It makes him want to kill everyone that’s around him, it makes his head fucking explode, he didn’t want to break up
He didn’t want to be away from you, he didn’t want to lose you, but yet he did. He lost you. It was really his fault.
But how could you?
How could you even try to replace him?
Are you that stupid? He understood what a break meant, he was willing to give you a break, he was willing to work on himself. He was willing to do everything, but yet you had to ruin it all.
This was your doing
This wasn’t his fault. You made him do this.
You knew what kind of a man he was, Saturo was a jealous man, extremely possessive and territorial. Did you want to test his patience or were you just trying to make him suffer?
It did work though.
But he wasn’t the only one that suffered the consequences.
It was your current boyfriend too.
What a weak little man, he didn’t even come close to Gojo, your ex didn’t know that you had such bad taste in men. Looking at him almost made. Saturo laugh his ass off.
What a downgrade.
It was really easy though, Saturo didn’t even had to try hard to get rid of him, permanently.
And now he was gone.
And now Gojo is sitting here, hawking at you like a creep, well, you sleep peacefully in his bed, yeah, he kidnapped you.
He was an impulsive man. That was one of his many toxic traits.
He did whatever the fuck he wanted.
And also,
You look so pretty and peaceful like this just like the old times, he could look at you forever. Oh, how much he loves you.
Gojo leans in closer to your face and stares at your face, you look so cute. He wants to kiss you. His gaze travels to your lips and he sighs, his mouth is literally foaming.
He missed you way too much.
Gojo is so impatient, but he’s trying his best to not lose his control, he presses his lips, gently to yours and steals a peck.
“My princess…” he mumbles to himself, just then you start moving, maybe the spell is wearing off, thank God because you’ve been unconscious for a full day.
He was almost starting to get concerned
“hey Baby.” he smiles brightly as he watches you open your eyes, moving your body, so cutely- he finds everything you do, cute.
“W-What the fuck?” that’s the first thing you say, Gojo doesn’t stop smiling, his lips curl up even more, “yes you’re here in my home- no our home baby.” he quickly corrects himself.
“SATURO- WHAT THE FUCK?!” he watches you wince in pain, maybe the spell was too strong, he should’ve been more careful, but he was impatient.
“Shh.. you’re OK you’re safe..” this time he doesn’t even resist the urge to touch your skin, he caresses your forehead with his hands, your forehead is burning.
You have a fever, his smile dies down quick.
“you are burning YN…” should’ve been more careful, you are only a fragile human. Gojo feels guilt bubble up in his chest.
He doesn’t care about the clear panic in your face, you try to slap his hand away, but he doesn’t budge. “baby don’t try to do this right now..” he whispers.
“we’ll talk about this later. We have a lot to talk about anyways.”
“are you fucking insane? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” he holds you down when you try to get up. Saturo rolls his eyes at your struggle.
He’s clearly getting pissed off.
“shut up YN. Yes I’m fucking insane because you tried to replace me. I’m going fucking insane. And that boyfriend of yours is dead… probably.”
Gojo doesn’t even get up from the seat, he glares at you, burning holes into your skin with his gaze.
“I’m fucking fuming. How could you, I was willing to give you space and that’s what you did to me? Immediately tried to replace me with that fucking loser?” he scoffs, and chuckles.
You open your mouth to argue, but he shuts you up, by holding his finger up on your lips, “like I said, shut the fuck up. You know what something I hate and love about you?”
Gojo clicks his tongue, looking at you with this cold blue eyes.
“I love and hate your fucking smart little mouth.”
Gojo caresses your cheek, his finger is feel so so hot on your skin, so soft under his touch.
“Too bad that I missed this pretty little mouth is so much..”
“I missed you way too much to argue like this. And just so you know, I do not regret kidnapping you. And I do not regret doing what I did to your boyfriend.”
You immediately start crying, crying for him to let you go, but he doesn’t listen.
“Stop fucking crying like a baby, now lay down and let me take care of you, come on be a good girl.” he scolds you.
He knows he’s so selfish and cold.
But he doesn’t give a fuck.
“you should’ve known that I was irreplaceable yn, I might’ve given you more time, but you had to do this, now you fucking pissed me off. Too bad that I love you so much though to punish you.”
#yandere jjk#yandere gojo#saturo smut#gojo saturo#jjk smut#gojo smut#yandere satoru gojo#yandere smut#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#smut#gojo saturo x y/n#gojo satoru#gojo saturo x reader#gojo fic#gojo fluff#gojo angst
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Astro Notes pt. 4
Disclaimer: not a professional so take with a grain of salt but I do my best to use my discernment and base them off of my experience with multiple people and seek out patterns.
Note for you guys: currently working on the 8th house stellium in the signs post but it might take me a little while since I’m the only one I know with one so just piecing together my research for the other signs, thanks for your patience! <33
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🧚 Gemini placements/Gemini stellium/mercury in Gemini are prone to talking with their hands a lot or can be one of the main ways they express themselves. If you’ve seen Aurora the artist sing live before, she’s a really good example of this and she has a mercury stellium, one of those placements being mercury in Gemini. Her chart ruler is also Venus in Gemini.
🧚 Not so much of an Astro note but just something I noticed. If you’re favorite artists or the artists that you really relate to or feel on a deeper level in their music doesn’t have the same moon sign as you they might have the opposite sign of your moon sign. Also check the degree on theirs and yours bc it could correlate as well.
🧚 I noticed that all of the people I’ve known with more severe lactose intolerance have either had cancer placements or the moons influence in their chart.
🧚 From my experience if you have Virgo and Leo influence in one chart you most likely are an acts of service and words of affirmation girly.
🧚 Neptune in the first house might take a while to find themselves (Neptune=confusion, distance) depending on the other placements in the chart they might already know who they are or have an identity but they are easily thrown off track from it or forget who they are/lose themselves until they manage to establish strong boundaries.
🧚 Whatever is aspecting your north node might tell you one of the things you’re meant to do in this life. for example, north node-mercury might be meant to use their voices, thoughts or expressions in some way. The houses, sign, and degrees might tell you more specifically how this might manifest. Beyoncé’s mars In Leo is conjunct her north node at 29 degrees (the degree for long term fame) Mars in leo is a natural performer and Beyoncé is known for being an all around performer besides her singing. Her mercury is also in libra at 2 degrees (a Taurus degree, Taurus rules over the throat) also sextiles her north node which explains her vocals and becoming one of the most known singers worldwide.
🧚 Your 12th house could show you what you dream about. Mines in sag and I’ve coincidentally had one where I used a bow and arrow. (Should I make a post about this?)
🧚 4th house placements with harsh aspects can grow up with lots of family wounds, they’ve really gone through hell and back.
🧚 Virgo risings really care about getting dressed in a nice outfit every single day, even if it’s simple it will always be very put together. It’s a form of self care for them and they feel good when knowing they look good (Virgo’s are often into taking care of themselves in some way and this is in the house of self). They love buying clothes and going shopping too especially if Jupiter conjuncts the ascendant here, seriously they have like two wardrobes and call it one. Because they are so detail oriented as well I’ve noticed that they might really be into accessories when creating outfits and caring about how every little thing meshes in the right way.
🧚 Moon-Mars aspects will not hesitate to let everyone know how they feel about something (Mars has very straightforward assertive energy while the Moon rules over our emotions). ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
Thank you for reading :) my heads been elsewhere the last couple months so my bad for not posting for a while, I hope to get back on track, thanks for all of your patience <33
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dry the rain
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
genre: fluff! (rainy day drabble)
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, awkward!ghost
synopsis: getting caught up in the rain during a mission is pretty miserable. but ghost makes it his goal to keep you dry and warm– even if it includes shedding off a layer!
a.n. I've been pushing myself to write more and I had a small idea come to mind since it's been raining a lot recently! personally, I imagine him in his 'jawbone' outfit in this one! stay safe, cuties! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3
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thinking about ghost's inner dilemma when the weather gets colder and he realizes that he'd offer anything to you– including his clothes.
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missions in the rain were, in many cases, the absolute worst. unbearably muddy terrain caused the task force to reroute several times, delaying the overall pick-up time, and he was essentially losing his patience over the whole ordeal. he still had inventory to check, weapons to reload, and strategies to draft. too much on the agenda; too little time. a huff leaves his lips as he hankers down in a rather secluded spot. there aren’t too many recruits flocking around him in this area since they’re preoccupied with shielding away from the incessant rainstorm. many of them crowd around large trees to find cover under the broad leaves. some were huddling to retain warmth because the onslaught of rain meant that a frigid breeze accompanied it. but he settles in the outskirts and it's tolerable. he’s adapted to shouldering the storm and chilliness. though, he does admit that the downpour was intense and his drenched balaclava was a consequence of that. it was so damp and sodden that it clung uncomfortably to the contours of his face. his hand claws at the front of his mask to ease the irritating feeling.
ghost who overhears your quiet sniffling despite your efforts of muffling the noise. it’s so hushed that he barely recognizes it over the harsh thundering of rain but his ears perk at the typical sound. and sure, he distinctly recalls that this is probably your first experience with such severe weather since you were belatedly tossed into this group but it’s a run-of-the-mill incident. technically, it’s not his problem. the icy wind is numbing enough to discern that a person is bound to experience some of the symptoms that coexist with this type of extreme weather. it’s only natural– nothing to fret over. yet, his head turns in your direction before logic can kick in.
ghost who stiffly asks, “you cold?” like his eyes don’t frantically scan your face for any signs of discomfort. he’d already deduced your current state; spotting the blueish tint creeping up on the edge of your lips and how your eyes appear hazy. he shoves himself into your proximity and at this angle his physique engulfs you. his gloved hand reaches to push the hood of his khaki poncho down so he can properly assess your condition and at this moment he’s unbothered by how sopping wet his mask is. or how intense the rain is. doesn’t care about it anyway– just intends on helping you. with rain droplets pouring down your face, you look like a hollow version of yourself. vaguely perceives the nauseating tug in his chest when you manage a bleak smile and joke, “was unprepared for this since I didn’t know it’d be raining cats and dogs.”
ghost who knowingly shakes his head at your banter but still indulges you by murmuring, “is that how the sayin’ goes?” because he fancies the way your lips curl into a lopsided grin. thunder rumbles in the distance and the cozy moment is partially interrupted. ghost notices that your shoulders tense at the occasional roar and you absentmindedly hum in response to his question. you have the best intentions but it’s too late because he’s uttering a curse as your teeth chatter from the blitz of a strong gust of wind that seeps through your layers of clothing.
ghost who silently begins to shed off his poncho; his only layer of rain-resistant clothing. doesn’t mull over the consequences of catching a cold or worse– never even considers it. he’s prepared to sacrifice for you. “oh,” he hears your surprised gasp and sees how quickly your hands outstretch to ward off his offering, “you need it more than I do, lieutenant. thank you though.” and there’s that sheepish smile on your face again. the flicker of your eyes informs him that you’re embarrassed for needing extra support. for being human. and he’ll never quite understand how genuinely selfless you are. the trait is synonymous to you and a source of strength that is entirely yours to keep. to thrive off of. “s’just take it, pup,” his voice rumbles as profound as a pass of thunder, “you’re cold.”
ghost who jabs, “don’t fancy carryin’ ya when you get fuckin’ hypothermia,” and then adds under his breath, “don’t want to risk it. ‘specially not with you.” the first half is a total lie and it’s obvious by how he shifts when he says it. he’d carry you to the ends of the earth. however, the second half of his comment is drowned out by the ample rainfall. and you never do hear those words that would’ve kept you warm for eternity but you’re given the next best circumstance when he crouches closer to you. the pouches of his tactical vest, housing grenades or ammunition, dig into your chest and it’s supposed to be uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the gentle way ghost drapes the large garment over your shoulders.
ghost who takes it upon himself to secure the poncho’s hood over your head so it rests snugly under your chin. you’re still shivering, hot puffs of air escape your lips, but the function of the extra layer slowly warms you up. his gaze on you is burning, “you don’t ever have to pretend,” and then murmurs, “not with me. not ever.” the fabric does its job immediately and shields you from the onslaught of rain. that isn’t the issue he’s concerned about, however.
ghost who, when he pulls away, sucks in a shaky breath because the view that greets him will frequent his dreams. he’s certain of it. his touch accidentally dips down to the slope of your collarbones and he’s directly reminded that you’re wearing his poncho. his clothes. and it drapes over your body so alluringly. dips and presses into every curve of your body. possessiveness creeps up on him like a threatened animal, baring sharp canines and all. your prying eyes don’t aid in the situation either. raking up his exposed forearms, sifting and inquisitive about the tattoos that swirl in a manic pattern. a rare strip of his skin that graces your vision.
ghost who awkwardly indicates how the fabric loosely hangs off your upper torso since it’s made for his broader physique, “looks ridiculous,” but he’s tugging the hood of the poncho over your eyes. can’t physically operate when he watches how your dewy lashes flutter when he allows his fingers to graze over your shoulders and pat down the cloth for wrinkles. his actions are meant to be mindless, calculative, and intended to take his mind off of you. yet, he can’t– and doesn’t wish to. desires to douse himself in the ethereal glow you embody. the wide, grateful glint in your gaze that brands him vulnerable and when you smile up at him he feels the clouds break. lets the sun warm his skin.
#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost#simon riley#call of duty x reader#call of duty#simon riley imagine#cod x reader#simon ghost riley imagine#simon ghost riley drabble#ghost x you#ghost x y/n
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now i wake up by your side—
bakugou x f!reader
wc: 2.8k+
tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies
tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life 🥺 your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! 🥺🩷✨️
Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.
It’s a beautiful sight, one you’ve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like it’s you breathing instead of him, and it’s almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.
But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven you’d been lost to.
You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. It’s the middle of the night—or at least it was when you’d first wandered out to the training field, and you can’t be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, you’ve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirk— but number five sits in pieces in the grass.
You’ll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.
Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see it—hear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.
Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?
During the day it’s easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyone’s thoughts—you do it without trying, now—but your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye is—
Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you aren’t able to discern before it’s gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though you’re nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like you’re gripping your seat—gripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where you’d been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with the—
“The hell are you doin’?”
Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that night—show over, credits rolling—and it’s Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.
You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. “Oh, hey,” the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. “What did you say?”
Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like he’s offended at having to repeat himself. “I said, what the hell are you doin’? It’s nearly 2 in the morning and you’re out here throwin’ shit around in your fuckin’ pajamas.”
Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you don’t know what they look like. The sweater you’re wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but it’s the comfiest thing you own and if you’re going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmates’ dreams—you at least want to be cozy.
When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress.
It dawns on you then that he’s out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think his face was a little rosy, but—maybe you’re seeing things.
Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like you’ve done too many sit-ups.
You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know he’ll clock that in no time, too. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. “But I think maybe I’ll just mind my own business.”
The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishima’s action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breaking—
“Oi.”
Bakugou is closer than before, when you’re grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.
“Sorry,” you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. “It’s just so—” your hand feels like it’s made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. “So loud sometimes.”
He’s silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently he’s watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.
Again, you think of Kaminari’s horror movie, legs pressed against Mina’s under the heavy comforter she’d brought down from her room. It’s warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing you’d imagine a girl like her to have—but it didn’t stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.
The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. “Dreams and stuff,” you murmur, by way of an explanation, “nightmares, sometimes.”
Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. “What, you can just…hear that shit all night?”
“Usually,” you shrug, “It just comes in, you know? And I—” you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. “Not for you, though. I don't—I don't get anything from you.”
And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionally—sudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought.
Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.
It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try it—but he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.
Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. “You're—I don't look in there, of course, but it's—you've always been…” Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. “Pretty, I guess.”
Awful, at giving them.
Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. “Piss off,” he barks, and though he’s scowling at you in what must be disgust—you can’t help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.
You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome you’ve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldn’t mind dreaming about again and again.
The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.
You don’t know if it’s from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. “In here, I mean,” you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but it’s as genuine as ever. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you do it. But it’s…nice.”
You’ve seen him die a thousand times.
Mostly in Midoriya’s dreams, sometimes in Eraser’s when he nods off during last period, but that horror—like many others, from that day—stains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; you’re more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.
Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishima’s torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like you’re dazzling, too.
And yet—Bakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.
If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.
“When’s the last time you got any sleep?”
You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and it’s like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. “Maybe a morning or two ago,” you tell him truthfully, “I usually pass out after a few rounds of ‘throwin’ shit around’.”
Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once he’s gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess you’ve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scar—the one that’s wide and still baby-pink across his cheek.
You almost get the guts to tell him he’s handsome. Almost.
Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. “Can’t keep doin’ this,” he chastises. “Can’t be a Hero if you’re half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.”
“I am,” you give a lazy wave to your pots, “What’s wrong with this solution?”
“It's ass.”
“Alright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?”
He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, and—you’re not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, because you’re weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.
Despite his flush, there’s a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy tone—and it has you leaning too far into things you don’t know how to name.
You never know what to expect of him.
There’s the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between you—the rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it weren’t so warm.
You’re afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. You’re waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is he’s trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.
You focus and—all you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like he’s cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.
You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.
You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.
—And then there's nothing.
The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someone’s head and that’s always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until they’re only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you
There’s just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didn’t realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriya’s memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.
Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else he’s sharing—or if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was different—you know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sport’s Festival—but now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon.
Returned, comforting and quiet.
(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.
Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckin’ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)
(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweater—Katsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)
(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and he’s shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)
(You won't remember this but in your dream—your real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers you—the morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)
(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can remember—and he will, too.)
#i was so nervous about getting the quirk right kahfkahf#and then i was so nervous about it being fluffy enough bc the first draft of this was too angsty ??#SO I REWROTE IT LOL#i hope this is okay !! 🥺#i love the idea of bakugou being able to express how he feels in emotion only#that the fear he doesn't know how to name or how to explain or understand is conveyed to you somehow#whenever he touches you#🥺#tysm for giving me the chance to write it !!!#literally no but seriously you're the only reason i haven't privated this blog again LMAOOO tysm 🥺#✿ willow writes#✿ one shot: bakugou
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i saw your whb mammon thigh riding post and it was so good, can i request thigh riding with whb beelzebub? maybe while he whispers (passive aggressive) praises into your ear, encouraging you to keep going
Hi! I'm glad you liked that post and tysm for your request.
I'm sorry for taking so long :( This post had me blocked for a little while, but here it is! Hope you like it ♡
This time I tried a new way to write the requests, it's like mixing headcanons and a one-shot, but in one post, I'm a little weak at writing one-shots but I'll try my best to improve. !
𝗪𝗛𝗕
𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕
𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚
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GN! Reader + No mentions of Gender-Specific Anatomy.
𝗖𝗪: Thigh Riding, Degradation (Slut), Praising, Pet Names (Pretty), Teasing, Dirty Talk but it's not that strong, nipple play, hickeys, Beelzebub is kind of a bitch, but just a little bit.
↬ This bitch, of course, was the one that came up with this idea. But if you happened to suggest riding his thigh, he would be delighted, even tho Beelzebub is a big tease, getting teased is lots of fun for him too.
↬ As we've seen before, Bell has some great thighs, and they seem to be very muscular too. He's probably the kind of person that flexes the muscles of his thighs so you can feel more friction.
↬ Still, Beelzebub is not a patient devil, if you don't keep him entertained he might lose his composture and fuck you right away.
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It's not easy to keep up with Beelzebub and you know it, that's why you thought it was a great idea to suggest that you try something new.
"Ride my thigh?" Beelzebub licked his upper lip "Are you sure about that?" he took a step closer to you and put his slender hand on your waist "If you are so eager to do such a thing, I think I can expect you to do a good job" He puts his mouth on your ear and licks the lobe playfully "Will you do that for me pretty?"
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↬ Beelzebub might suggest that you ride his thigh fully naked, again, he's not patient at all, he needs to make use of his mouth and hands while you're using him for your pleasure.
↬ He won't shut up his mouth, Beelzebub is an amazing dirty talker and he makes sure you know it, and if you dared to tell him to be quiet, he would be even worse.
↬ Beelzebub also has little to no patience when it comes to you being a brat or whiny, but he finds that attitude so amusing that he messes up with you for a while until he feels like it's enough.
↬ He would love it if you rubbed his clothed (or not) dick with your knee while you're riding him, in general, he would love for you to pleasure him too while using him for your own pleasure.
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"I never thought that you would get tired so fast" Beelzebub had his hands on your hips, he was doing everything on his will to not lift you from his thigh and bury his dick in your hole, but your current state was such a fascinating sight to him that he simply preferred to restrain himself "You can do better" he lowered his head a bit and took your hard nipple in is mouth sucking it hard.
"It's too overwhelming" you whimpered, bell couldn't be more delighted, this is exactly how he wanted you to be "Help me please" As a way to convince him you took his clothed dick in your trembling hand.
He groaned "Keep going pretty, I'm being nice right now, but I can get a lot meaner" Beelzebub let go of your nipple and slowly approached your ear and whispered, "You don't want that, right ?"
You moved your hips harder against his thigh, and you were desperate to finally reach your high, Beelzebub's teasing actions were not enough, you needed more, but you knew that if you dared to insist further he would make you regret it.
"That's it, such a good slut aren't you ?" He left bite marks all over your chest and his mouth was making a hickey trail to your right ear "Don't you dare to stop" he whispered, marking every word with a kiss behind your ear.
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↬ As much as he encourages you to do everything by yourself, he may catch you off guard, and just when you are about to reach your limit, he will start to help you, but in the meanest way possible.
↬ One of them is taking your hips and pushing your hips against his thigh, hard, making your sensitive area throb.
↬ He would kiss you through your orgasm while he massages your ass cheeks leaving a few small spanks.
"You did great pretty, you're such a good slut for me"
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#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb#whb beelzebub#what in hell is bad x reader#whb smut#whb beelzebub x reader
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(dif anon) So is Ashfur grooming Shadowsight a plotline you would keep/rework in BB? I'm not so keen on the way canon used it to retcon his epilepsy, but I do think a plotline examining how clerics can be vulnerable to abuse from StarClan spirits is kinda compelling
Shadowsight's epilepsy is staying in BB, the Erins can try and take it away again over my dead body
Yes, that's staying and BB!StarClan was reworked with unfairness in mind.
This time around, I'm considering the idea that Ashfur didn't work completely alone. After the events of Squirrelflight’s Horror, Silverpelt's divisons are starting to crackle the stars.
Skystar and the other more traditional spirits are losing patience with the peace that Fire Alone brings, and the ways that the code has been bent.
They feel that honor is being lost in their descendants.
Even angels disrespect the collective; see how Skypelt has its own heaven? With a demon in its midst? There is blasphemy even in the skies.
Firestar and the more modern pantheon are ferociously defensive of the choices of the living. StarClan exists for them; not the other way around.
Meanwhile, Mousefur has gone missing. Others start to blink out, too. This is causing panic... and Ashfur keeps it quiet that he's the only one who knows where they've gone.
The angels that plan action probably were a small group to begin with, radical spirits. Skystar and Ashfur are two of them, and Ash is the "youngest." So when he comes down to the mortal plane and betrays them, very few other angels knew what had happened.
(I might even have a few angels be doing the various supernatural things in that first book, but slowly, Ashfur is wittling down their numbers until it's just him.)
I'm still working out specifics, but the other angels that Ashfur has consumed are giving him a massive power boost. He can use this to jump between planes freely, and he's able to do some whacky things like weave dreams and pull nightmares out of the Dark Forest.
The most important unique power he has, which he can do ALL on his own once he's absorbed enough starpower, is blast Shadowpaw with a bolt of lightning. The electric current runs through Shadowpaw's brand new scar, giving him a connection to StarClan like he's a little radio tower.
Thing is... when StarClan is blocked off, the only signal he receives is Ashfur's.
So, Shadowpaw.
From the time he was very young, Shadowkit has had an unhealthy relationship to life and death
He watched a lot of cats die before he was old enough to really understand it, and the only one who came back was Heartstar.
His epilepsy was so severe it would have been terminal. He was prepared to die as a kit.
Tawnypelt took him to the Tribe to learn more about treatments, bringing back a method of refining chamomile to manage the convulsions.
When people come back from death, it was to serve "a purpose."
He feels like he needs to be special, like he needs to find the great meaning in his life. The reason why he's still here.
In BB, there can be guardian angels. Cats you knew in life who decide to watch out for you in the afterlife. Moleflight is Jayfeather's, Shrewface is Squirrelflight’s. Ashfur poses as Shadowpaw's.
THAT is how I plan to address my criticism. Ashfur DOES build a very personal, trusting relationship with Shadowpaw, pretending to be the one who's here to give him the destiny he craves. Pretending like he's someone looking out for him.
I actually LIKE how desperate the situation was in-canon and I want to stress how none of this was Shadow's fault, so I also plan to keep that they had very little choice. Shadowpaw trusts his angel completely, and Ashfur coaches him on saying all the right things.
The older Clerics are suspicious, but... what else can they do?
Also, instead of framing this all as something Shadowpaw needs to "atone" for, I'm going to make certain cats unfairly scapegoat him for bringing the Impostor into the forest. Shadowpaw himself agrees with them, blaming himself, but he has to learn it wasn't his fault.
He DIDN'T let anyone down by failing to live up to great expectations, and there's no way he could have known that Ashfur was using him. This never happened before, he always made the choice he thought was right and tried to make up for harm done, and he's not responsible for what his abuser made him do.
I actually want to have him figure out some of this by talking to DF demons, towards the end. Cats faaaar more responsible for what they did in life than him.
Ravenwing in particular, who was also mislead by a rogue StarClan spirit, but... ultimately decided that if StarClan was right in their judgement.
He was told (by Birchface, but he still doesn't know who it was in particular) to make three kittens unsafe by revealing their parentage. His choice killed three innocent children, and lead to the Queen’s Rights.
And StarClan was furious that he'd ever believe they'd want something so CRUEL.
And even if they DID want something so cruel... "Then they wouldn't have been ancestors worth following. And that's why I believe it's right that I'm here."
As a Cleric, he had authority on their behalf. And if they would misuse it through him, he wishes he could have just given it right back.
And Shadowsight's lightbulb goes Ding!
The very last thing Ashfur does in TBC, when the jig is up and he's about to be killed by the Lights in the Mist and a bunch of Demons who have come to defend their home, is swallow a Founder-- Skystar.
He takes the level of a true god, and reaches a nearly undefeatable level of power. Instead of black water, he's so large, malicious, and has a gravitational pull so massive it starts destroying the afterlife. It shatters the purgatory (Meadow of Young Stars) into floating cosmic fragments, and Heaven and Hell are set to collide.
Shadowsight confronts Ashfur, politely explaining that he's, well... done a lot of thinking, and, he doesn't really want what he gave him. "You can, uh, have this back!"
And blasts the lightning from his scar right back at him, like a chain, holding the screeching eldrich horror in place. Every ally he's made, here in the DF, come down from StarClan, and as Lights in the Mist, jump to his side. They can't hold down Ashfur, but they can hold SHADOWSIGHT
While they're all supporting him, Bristlefrost sees the one chance to get rid of him, once and for all. A clear shot. She bolts, pounces, and SHOOTS right into Ashfur like a falling star, knocking them both off the edge of the heaven he destroyed, burning up in orbit with a monster a hundred times her size.
And after that, Shadowsight has to go home and live with this.
He gave up the very connection that made him so special, and now he has to go back to being a Cleric without StarClan.
but the other Clerics accept this. They have to. They were all complicit in the choices that allowed the Impostor to rise.
What Shadowsight learns is... everyone was part of this. From those who made the follies with him, to the supporters and rebels against the impostor, to those who helped him realize his worth, to Bristlefrost who ultimately killed Ashfur.
He is valuable because living is valuable.
Everyone, and everything, matters. All cats have a role to play, and he was never alone.
I want to close him out in BB!TBC on a tea scene that parallels the various points in his life. Others used to prepare his chamomile treatments FOR him, in careful doses, because it is a very serious medicine. Now, at the end, he's the one brewing it.
A fully fledged Cleric, who realizes he's never been alone. Cats who love him were around him the whole time, making his medicine, and they'll love him even after he's given up his powerful gift. So now he's at the stage in his life where HE can make that medicine, share his wisdom with others, and find fulfillment in the skills he's acquired over a hard life brightening.
#Ashfur was a scary and terrifying villain worthy of the WC hall of fame#I will make him WORSE#I should change one of the titles to the later books to The Black Hole as a reference to BB!Ashfur swallowing other stars#Maybe the last one since that's where his bossfight happens lmao#I love the vibe of all the morally gray and post-redemption cats of BB seeing Shadow like#''Youve done nothing wrong. Youre literally just baby.''#Lmao Breeze like 'oh honey nooooo'#Lineup of guys like What Are You In For?#'Tyranny of an ancient civilization'#'Political assassination'#'Attempted murder of a child'#'Did what a bad person told me :('#And they all drop their shit to be like 'its ok youre ok youve done nothing wrong'#I kinda want to give him an honor title that means 'Whole Shadow'#In reference to the way that when you stand with a dozen people behind you#You only cast a single shadow#better bones au#BB!TBC#BB!Shadowsight
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I have a trolley problem for you all.
You have to let one of the two following groups die. There is no cute gif editing to save them both, there is no “I’ll just stop the trolley.” The trolley will run in spite of your protestations.
One group has approximately 70,000 people.
One group has approximately two billion people.
Which one is dying?
Now: does your answer change if I say the first group is Palestinians and the second group is “all of Eastern Europe, most of the US statistically including you, a significant portion of Mexico, a significantly larger number of Palestinians, North Korea, a large chunk of China, and hundreds of thousands worldwide due to increasing pollution and climate change and Trump pulling us back out of the Paris Accords”?
If it does, you need a cult deprogrammer.
The top number is my estimate for maximum civilian loss in Gaza with Biden in office. It’s a tragic number, about 70,000 too many. But we’ve already seen he’s losing patience, and if you read some Israeli media instead of getting all your news off TikTok, you’ll discover it’s pretty well-known he’s putting A LOT of pressure on Netanyahu right now. Ol’ Benny has put himself in a no-win situation, which is what happens when you try to become a dictator. The loss is horrible, but it is the lesser of two losses.
The bottom number is based on promises Trump and the Republican Party have made, which Biden is currently keeping at bay. I should note that number does NOT include the possibility of a nuclear exchange between China and the US, which would bump it up to “well, after all the initial deaths and the second wave of cancer deaths and the disease and starvation that inevitably follow, there might be two billion people left.”
I need you to think very hard about this. We aren’t just voting for the future of the country, we’re voting for the future of the world.
This isn’t about feel-good online “activism” that doesn’t really do anything. It is about REAL LIVES.
Act like it.
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𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖎𝖌𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 (michael kaiser)
pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader
contents: playful insults, teasing, mistaking attraction for hatred, foreign language (french), enemies to lovers (hinted)
w/c: 1.842
summary: when you accompany your friend noel to blue lock you did not consider that kaiser, aka the bastard’s most infamous asshole, would be there, too. luckily your favourite pastime activity was throwing french insults into his face that no one but noel could understand.
a/n: this is based on a request i got :) this isn’t really love-hate and more another ‘attraction mistaken for hatred’ buuut if you’re all nice i’ll make a second part about when they move into the love-hate stage :) also can i just note how eVIL it is to ask a german person to write about the fRENCH. we are natural enemies yall 😔😔 we meet behind a denny’s to fistfight (and kiss) whaat who said that?!?! anyways i did love this prompt despite not being able to speak french. i was able to ask my friend to give me some phrases, their credentials are *checks papers* mediocre school french 👍🏻👍🏻 so let’s just hope my friend can be trusted, if not hope kaiser being hot makes up for it! (also french people <3 if you wanna correct my french pls do 🙏🙏)
You grumbled to yourself, regarding Kaiser with a glare. Not one he could notice since he was currently standing with his back turned towards you, conversing with Ness.
“Blaireau,” you muttered under your breath, eyes narrowing at the boy.
Noel, who was sitting next to you, let out a sigh but didn’t even raise his gaze from his clipboard to regard you with one of his typical deadpan looks.
You guessed it wasn’t necessary, he knew you well enough to know you were sitting there with a frown edged into your features and your arms crossed in front of your chest.
“So you’ve started doing it even when he’s not close enough to hear you,” he asked you.
“Pardon me?”
“Muttering insults in french. I thought you were doing it to infuriate him but I am sure you know he cannot hear you from this distance.” To emphasise his statement he lifted his hand to point towards Kaiser, who was standing several feet away fem the two of you, before returning the pen he was holding to the paper, scribbling down another number.
You wondered how Noel made sense of it all. Keeping track of the stats of all the new team additions and transferring these numbers into percentages. What those percentages exactly meant you were unsure about. All you knew was that your friend spent a lot of time on them.
You sighed, trying your best not to glare at Kaiser again as you turned to look towards him. You failed.
“Infuriating him is only an added benefit. I do enjoy just insulting him for the sake of it.”
“I see.” Although Noel sounded unimpressed you could tell he would lose his patience with this little thing you and Kaiser had going on, sooner or later.
Especially if it would end up distracting the boy from soccer, not that you thought that was ever possible. Kaiser would rather ignore you for the rest of his life than endanger his soccer career.
You turned towards Noel again and let out a dramatic sigh. Time to make this predicament you were in known to him once more.
“Noel, i need you to look me in the eyes and tell me Kaiser isn’t one of the most annoying assholes you’ve ever met.” You challenged him, lowering your voice as to not catch the attention of any of the boys standing nearby.
The corner of Noel’s lips twitched up at your frustrated tone. Almost like he didn’t take you seriously. You frowned. Rude. This matter was dead serious.
“He doesn’t know how to behave. I trust you to be the mature one. Unless you want me to get you thrown out of this building. You’re only here because i consider you a dear friend, don’t forget that.”
You gasped, offended at the insinuation he’d be willing to throw you out, his best friend, in favour of keeping Kaiser’s ego intact. It was true that you were only allowed to accompany him to ‘Blue Lock’ because he had requested your presence, seeing as you were his best friend. You needed to emphasise that because ‘dear friend’? Yeah right. He wouldn’t know what to do without you. He’d certainly lose his mind.
“You wouldn't. You need me. My presence is precious to you,” you insisted, digging your finger into his arm, not unkindly. “But okay, I promise to behave since Kaiser is clearly not able to.”
You thought offering this was extremely kind of you since it was Kaiser who needed to learn some manners, not you. You were extremely well behaved.
“Aww you’re quite obsessed with me, aren’t you, darling?”
Your blood turned cold. When you turned your head back forward you were met with the sight of none other than Michael Kaiser standing only three feet in front of you, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Casse-toi, Kaiser.” You cursed before you were able to stop yourself.
Kaiser’s grin grew. Noel let out a sigh next to you.
“You promised,” He reminded you and looked up from the clipboard to regard you with a pointed look. “Please, Y/n.”
“It’s not my fault. He’s started it!” You gasped, pointing at Kaiser childishly.
He laughed, waving his hand.
“I just came to say hello after hearing my name come out of your mouth so often. I was afraid you’d wither away without my attention.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, his innocent smile fooling no one.
Your jaw ticked and before you knew it you had risen to your feet and stomped forward to close the remaining distance between you two to start cursing him out in french.
To your growing anger Kaiser took it in stride, cocking his head at you and listening with interest as you threw insult after insult at his head before Noel apparently had enough of you. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back telling you to sit back down and ignore Kaiser. He sounded exhausted.
Easier said than done. Kaiser’s whole nature demanded attention. It was impossible to ignore him. But you had promised Noa you’d behave, so you guessed you should at least try.
“T’es chiant!” you snapped at Kaiser, seeing this as the end of your fight, before you let Noel pull you down into the seat.
Noel gave you another pointed look before his gaze shifted back to Kaiser who was watching your interaction with amusement though there was a dark edge to his gaze that wasn’t there before.
“You’re not done with your training, yet, are you?” Noel asked Kaiser
The boy grinned and gave a halfhearted shrug.
“I’m taking a break.”
“Take it somewhere else,” you bit out, feeling Noel’s disapproving glare burn into the side of your face.
You were trying!
“I prefer your lovely company over the one of the common folk,” Kaiser replied easily, waving his hand in the general direction of where you saw the boys of the ‘Blue Lock’ project talk.
Kaiser didn’t like them much, especially Isagi, who has already declared war on him in a very dramatic way that had you questioned the boy’s mental health. Like really, was the boy okay? Talking about devouring people and ruining their life and all.
At least Isagi managed to infuriate Kaiser in a way that no one else was able to. Of course, this meant that you did like Isagi if only because he actually managed to get under the boy’s skin. Unlike you. Kaiser never seemed impressed when you threw french insults into his face, no, it was the complete opposite. He seemed to love it. He seemed to bash in your attention. This only made you angrier.
Entitled jerk.
Maybe you’d just have to take your ‘lovely company’ to Isagi and his friends the next time you saw Kaiser coming your way. That would keep him away.
“They’re not common folk and you’re not an emperor, Kaiser, at best you’re the roi des cons,” you fired back, regarding him with an unamused look.
Nowl let out another sigh, though you thought it was quite a clever word of play. He just didn’t know how to appreciate it or you for the matter.
Kaiser hummed, taking a few steps forward and lowering his head. His gaze was intense as he fixed yours behind the curtains of his hair that fell into his face. Your heart beat wildly in your chest at the sudden air of seriousness surrounding him.
“Is that a new petname, my love? How precious.” His voice was low and smooth and it took you a second to process his words.
When you did you felt your cheeks explode in heat and you had half a mind to jump up and wrestle Kaiser to the ground if it wasn’t for Noel’s hand grabbing the back of your jacket and pulling you down again.
“Stop provoking them and go back to your training, Kaiser.”
Kaiser just snickered, eyes twinkling with mirth as he took in your red face and the snarl on your lips.
“Don’t miss me too much, i’ll be back in a bit,” he mocked with a grin that reached his eyes but still didn’t look genuine.
He turned around to walk away.
“Va te faire enculer!” You called after him but he just laughed and waved his hand at you without turning back.
You huffed and sunk back in your seat, arms crossed in front of your chest as you pouted. You fucking hated that guy.
Noa watched you quietly for a moment before he shook his head and moved to stand up, pushing his clipboard into your hands for you to hold.
“Your taste in men is horrible,” he told you as nonchalantly as one would discuss the weather before shrugging out of his tracksuit jacket and throwing it on the chair he’s been sitting in.
You shot up, shrieking. “Excuse me?”
A few boys close-by turned to stare at you and you ducked your head in embarrassment at your out-lash but you couldn’t believe the words that had just left your friend’s mouth.
“Kaiser is bad news. You can do better than him.”
You gasped at him, cheeks burning from embarrassment. Where did that just come from? Was he seriously insinuating that you? And Kaiser?
“I’m not- You’re- I-” You stuttered, your heart racing in your chest.
This was- You couldn’t believe this!
Noel rolled his eyes and gently pried the clipboard out of your eyes, levelling you with a calm look.
“If you want to deny it, go ahead. But either way stop pulling Kaiser’s metaphorical pigtails already, it’s exhausting.”
He gave you a gentle clap on the shoulder and a small smile, before walking off towards the direction of the ‘Blue Lock’ boys. You stared after him, your face hot and your mouth agape.
You weren’t-
You and Kaiser? That was ridiculous. Absolutely impossible. You would never, not in a billion years, be attracted to him. He was such an asshole. A complete jerk. Completely infuriating. Why would Noel even think that?
You huffed again, shoulders bunching up as you tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself.
Noel had no idea what he was talking about. What did he even know about romance? Nothing. That’s right!
You lifted your gaze and- You froze when your eyes locked with Kaiser’s. He was standing on the other end of the field, football secured under his arm. He was watching you intensely. From this far away it was hard to make out the look in his eyes but you felt a shiver rake down your spine and the itch on your tongue.
You gave him the middle finger, biting your tongue to not throw another insult his way as you would have had to shout it over the whole field. When the boy did nothing but laugh and blow you a kiss, you quickly turned away. The heat in your cheeks never fading.
Noel was wrong. You did not have a crush on Kaiser. You did not.
Not even a little.
translations:
Blaireau — Asshole
Casse-toi — Fuck off
T’es chiant — You’re annoying
Roi des cons — Complete idiot/King of idiots
Va te faire enculer — Go fuck yourself
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PICK A CARD ✶ words to describe your current life v.s your future life﹙💮﹚
one
collab with: @thedivineart
current:
cards: king of wands, the tower, the hermit
life's has been rough for you and you losing hope about your future, it's like no matter how effort and hard work you put in certain situation and doing, you still being end up like nothing, you lose hope about succeeding in your life and you never see yourself being in that situation. there's no good being in negativity, keep trying until you succeed, if you still failed try again, the one of main reason why you have years to spend to try again whenever you failed, made a mistake and learned lesson from it. don't give up, roads might have a lot of rocks however that's was a part of your path, how can you remove the rocks if your just going to stare on it - try to do something so you can move, remember your patience and determination is being tested at this present time. Keep going and keep trying for a better future of yours, blockages and challenges may want you to give up but that is part of your line and the path towards your desire or dream life. Also you really lose hope since no one was their during your hard times, no one is listening to your problems and rants about your life which brings so much sadness and loneliness in you.
future:
cards: the chariot, 4 of swords, ace of swords, wheel of fortune, queen of cups
in future, you will overcome a lot of obstacles in your journey to success. you were to determine to achieve this kind of victory in life, you were working too hard and as well focus in what you do however you might be lucky some rest and possibly your health becomes low if you doesn't learn to focus on your health, balancing is the key here. on the other hand, for some people who pick this pile, I do sense that you still not be able to face your obstacles in life, which causes leaving fear inside of you. stress and anxiety will be knocking at you door and it is a part of your path. your ideas, hard work and intellectual ability will lead you to other places that you never been knew before perhaps your boss choose you to be the representative that will be send to foreign country to deal something important. it likes your mental capability and skills will lead you to the success you want in your previous life. your life might be not really good at the present however that is a part of your destiny or fate, also it is part of your past life karma. you will actually change a lot in future, you will become more mature, focus and serious. you often use your mind to create something creative ideas and plans that can be use to your working skills and success. You actually know what to do and you got some plans for your future, you got the clarity vision of it, don't doubt your intuition. you will becoming someone who is kind, warm and sensitive. as the time past by you will learn from your mistakes, and will be a warning not to do it again. I think of people who pick this pile are Libra or got strong Libra placements into their chart, you could be a psychic too.
extras:
learn to congratulate yourself even in small wins
your mission here in life wasn't to survive, you were here to thrive and we know you can do it
not all the winners are the one who never fail sometimes it is the people who never quit
whenever you brings back the memories on how far you been through, you'll find yourself being thankful
you were strong because you been through in weak and downfall moments
you will be creating the life you want
you are a magnet of wealth and success
when you learn something. teach people. when you get something. give people
resort, gathering, basketball, city & light are bright, pinkish, city, big chandelier, air sign, heartbreaker, clumsy, Asia, bald, cooking, clean/neat, medium, they will approach, a friend, rings, dog, possessive, girl, successful, summer, big, drinks, poor, selfish
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two
collab with: @pinksobg
current:
pile two, your current life came represented with appreciation and/or your passion for something, it came very pretty and a clear image of you getting your hands up as a young apprentice, who is just starting out but this is far from being bad, because you have love for your ideals within you. the tower; for this beautiful apprentice who came like you, here seems to exist a turning point or something unexpected; like when life seems to give you a big punch in the gut, whether it's a worry or something. with the passing intellect or energies in your life, we can see the 6 of swords: oh yes! after that crumbling tower moment, metaphorically speaking, you're picking up your things and moving on. you are going and walking a path where you can think for yourself. is about that, pile 2? look, with the passage of this path; I asked about your emotional state and another movement card came: the car. you are really changing things, it seems here. changing ideas, concepts, airs or even some cycle of people and/or energies. in your current life, spirituality came like the ace of cups: it seems here that good news comes to you like this; with signs, intuition, good advice, acts of charity or kindness (whether from you, others or both parts); you can really receive good news from the universe, affection, love, respect and even a kind of epiphany through words or, like a beautiful sunset or a flower rising.
future:
for the future, pile two, we can see your efforts. we can see the harvest from after times. with the wheel of fortune, it is possible to perceive that it will be a new cycle. spring, summer, fall, winter. page of cups and knight of wands: you will be stabilized, how nice! 💞 you will be with your emotional state and your passions/activities working as a team. is this your wish? this is the result of a lot of practice, right? maybe you'll need protection from envy, but rest assured, you're safe. friend, if you are interested, try a bath of herbs or new scents to connect with your inner desires and needs — sounds like an advice from your future self. everything will be fine and you will grow up, you will learn how to deal with things you want clarification for. moreover, we have here the seven of cups. "Watch carefully how you treat yourself. Then your course will be extremely clear. Focus and surrender to what is really important to you. Choices are necessary."
"The card seven of cups also tells that we tend to create excesses to compensate for some things that are on low."
"To find your own truth and get back on track, you have to stop traveling in illusions. Whatever you refuse to see or acknowledge within yourself manifests itself in your environment with undeniable force. Take healthy responsibilities. When you are willing to do this, a solution can come much faster."
channeled messages: wine, orange, 7, love, cinderella, love (again), welcoming, welcome, cycles, changes, four seasons, apprentice work, discipline, table, pillow, calming music, spiritual words, high spirituality, sun, sunset, courage, fire placements, rising, air placements.
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three
collab with: @alchemie-tarot
current:
cards: 3 of swords, the chariot, queen of wands
you seem to be trying to move on really fast from something heavy and really personal to you. something terrible or something drastically different from what you were expecting had happened. it has affected you deeply but you seem quite determined to not let it show. there is a facade you’re keeping right now— i’m hearing “strong and independent.” you take a lot of pride in appearing put together and making others see that it doesn’t faze you. if this was about a connection, you’re in quite a rush to surround yourself with new people, but for want of distraction that you may be afraid to admit to yourself. it can feel kinda nice for a while but you see, you can only deny the reality of what you truly feel for so long. these feeling will continue to linger not so far off behind you if you keep avoiding to process them, especially if it’s regarding something important to you.
future:
cards: king of pentacles, the sun, the star
very lovely shift of energy!! gradually, this situation will feel a bit bearable to handle. you will let go of the need to rush out of it or run away from it. it’s okay, pile 3; just because some things don’t resolve right away doesn’t mean they won’t ever resolve at all. it may not feel like things are moving right now, but they are, and you will see the change soon, seriously. have some trust that the deep sadness and despair will turn right around in its own way. at some point, you’re just gonna realize that it no longer has a grip on you anymore. for some reason, i feel like this loss ends up leading to a certain gain, a material one. perhaps your story or experience is key for you to start an idea related to business or simply something that leads to more growth for you. something that plants your feet firmly on the ground. soon your own cup will be overflowing. no more baggage. what happened before will stay in the past and will only serve to direct you to the healing and shining happiness that will be in front of you in due time.
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Hiii
Can ask for shino and shikamaru (separate) (angst)
A story about them having a crush on reader but then they found out that someone likes them too??
Maybe they were about to go see reader until they saw them with another boy 😭👊👊👊
author's note: wow, I took a while with this request, but I was waiting to be in the right mood so I can write it! I changed the story a bit with Shino, I hope that's okay! I really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3
Shino
Being best friends with Kiba had ton of pros - you always had something fun to do, his mom made the best fried spinach rolls and you also had unlimited passes to cuddle Akamaru any time you want. It also gave you the chance to join him and his teammates' training, despite not being a ninja yourself.
Spending so much time observing them, you grew somewhat closer with Hinata and Shino too.
The girl was shy and timid at first, but once she got to know you, she started to relax and speak more. For your surprise, she was also quite quick witted, offering remarks and comments the second Kiba said or did something foolish. You didn't had a lot of common, but she had a vast knowledge in very different areas and could keep up a good conversation on almost any topic.
Shino, on the other hand, was more difficult to get to know. The first few times you showed up at their training, he just silently nodded his head as a greeting, before continuing his sparring. Even when it was time for his break, he choose to sit by himself in the opposite side of the field, rather next to you. After a few months, however, your patience paid off and he started to have small chats with you, usually cantered either around nature or insects.
Naturally, at first you thought that maybe he didn't like you. You've seen him talk with other shinobi on the streets of Konoha, and he sounded quite blunt with the rest of his team, so you didn't think he was shy or embarrassed. But when you finally shared your thoughts with Kiba, he just laughed, resting his arm around your shoulders:
"Don't worry, Y/N! He is like that with everyone - trust me, I know him like the back of my hand!"
Unbeknown to you, meters away, standing in one of the many alleys leading to the central road, was the devil himself. Shino's eyes remained focused on the hand around your shoulder, his lips instinctively pressing into a thin line.
Shino often questioned how did he got to his current position.
Being in a team with the Inuzuka, he knew who you are before he even met you - Kiba never missed a chance to say how beautiful and funny his best friend is, and how one day they are going to finally gain the courage to ask them out. At first, Shino didn't think much of it - his teammate was famous for getting a new crush every second week of the month.
But soon every second week turned into a whole month and then to six months, before it was finally a full year and Kiba got bold enough to bring you to one of their training practices.
Oh, how wrong it felt for Shino's breath to hitch in his throat, the moment he laid his eyes on you for the first time! Thankfully his stare was well hidden behind his dark glasses, because he was sure if the other boy noticed, he wouldn't hesitate to attack and that would surely affect his team's future dynamic.
Knowing he should not lust after his friend's interest, the man tried his best to stay away. He avoided talking with you, sitting near you or even looking at you for too long. The more he resisted this pull he felt toward you, however, the harder it got to control himself.
"What if I just give myself a little taste? Maybe once I get to know them, all these feelings would fade away", he thought to himself when he finally got brave enough to sit next to you.
Any hope he had that he would lose interest once he talk with you, quickly disappeared into thin air, once you looked at him with your big eyes, eagerly nodding for him to continue his explanation about dragonflies and the metamorphosis after their larval stage. He wasn't used to someone questioning him so much or show such keen interest in what he was talking about, so when you did, he couldn't help but realise he was in love.
Shino considered himself a good and loyal friend. But as he watched Kiba wasting his time with you, he started to feel selfish.
Why shouldn't he show you his interest? His teammate was obviously not going to do it, so it was technically not a stabbing in the back... right? It was your choice at the end of the day who do you want, but he had a right to compete for your heart too!
After months of thinking it over and over, Shino knew he had to tell you how he felt, even if the risk of you rejecting him was big. But as he watched Kiba sitting you down on one of the benches, his hand still around your shoulder, while the other one shyly pulled a flower from behind his back, he knew he was too late.
He had lost without even being given a chance.
Shaking his head, he threw the small box of your favourite chocolates bonbons in the nearby bin, before turning away and stuffing his hands in his pockets. The sound of your laughter ringed behind him and he had to stiffen his whole body, stopping it from taking a glance and breaking his heart even more.
Maybe one day things would be different - it would you be you and him on that bench, and he would pour his whole soul in front of you, promising you the world if you only give him the chance for him to give it to you.
Maybe one day he would be able to be with you, without feeling the rotten feeling of guilt and disgust with himself.
Maybe one day, but today was not that day.
Shikamaru
Clear days like these were rare - no clouds, no wind, not even the slightest movement in the air - just the unforgiving sun shining brightly at the Village Hidden in the Leaf. Time felt just like a concept when the hours kept dragging slowly after one another, each feeling like a whole eternity.
A loud yawn escaped Shikamaru's lips and his feet dragged through the dirt, making their way to the training grounds where he was sure you will be. While you didn't posses any special abilities or unique jutsu techniques, nature has gifted you with extremely sharp mind, wide imagination and skilful hands, which were able to build any type of weapon. When you were not away on a mission or hanging out with Shikamaru, you liked to spend your time resting the improvement to your latest gadgets.
The friendship that blossom between you two in your late teens was both surprising and unexpected. Back at the Academy you both shown quite hostile behaviour toward each other and while you were not exactly “enemies”, you couldn’t stand each others presence. The Nara boy did not like how loud, unpredictive and spontaneous you are, seeing your carefree attitude as both annoying and dangerous, especially during missions.
On the other hand, you were also not a fan of him. While you acknowledged his intelligence and gift for coming up with quite interesting strategies, his laziness, sarcasm and constantly bored expression were something you would never want in a fellow comrade.
Yet, a few years later you were almost inseparable. His knowledge combined with your handiness made you a powerful duo and you were often combined in missions together, especially when it came to tracking and ambushing rogue ninjas. What started as strictly shinobi work soon turned into daily hangouts. You learned from each other and often spend whole nights talking and brainstorming how to better your teamwork.
But respect and friendship were not the only thing growing between you two. Shikamaru didn't know when or how exactly it happened, but one morning he woke up next to you on the sofa, after both of you fell asleep playing shogi, and he looked at you, suddenly realising what the funny feeling inside of his chest was. He reached out to you that day, gently removing the hair out of your peacefully sleeping face and wishing that one day he will wake up next to you as your lover, not just the friend you accidentally fell asleep next to.
Months passed since that time and he never said even a word about his feelings. Every day you met at the exact same spot and exact same time, spending your whole days together, just like you were before. You continued acting the same way, enthusiastically talking about your latest inventions, completely unaware of your friend's longing looks and blushing cheeks. Or maybe you were aware, but you were nice enough not to say anything about it.
Shikamaru rarely felt fear, but for weeks now this was the main emotion squeezing his heart. What if you didn't return his affection? What if you wanted to just be friends? What if you realised his feelings and decided to take a step back, thus making him lose you forever?
All these questions were actively torturing his brain every waking minute, but as he stood near the entrance of the training grounds, watching you laughing, head buried in Naruto's chest, he couldn't help but squeeze his hands into fists.
What was this dobe doing? And since when you were SO close?
Feeling someone's glare burning the back of your head, you lifted your head from the blonde's jacket, before turning around. Spotting your best friend near the gates of the grounds, you ignored his narrowed eyes and annoyed frown, instead waving your hand high in the air.
"Shika!", you smiled brightly, pulling away completely from Naruto's embrace, "You are late today!"
The black haired male only hummed in response, slowly walking over to you, his eyes dancing between you and his other friend. While your demeanour seemed normal, the Uzumaki's face was all red and he kept glancing at you every few seconds, his teeth deep into his bottom lip.
"Am I interrupting something?", the words came out heavy with sarcasm and your brows immediately furrowed. Shikamaru hasn't used this tone since your academy days, when he took any chance to show his dislike toward you.
Naruto finally acknowledged the other male, one of his hands making his way toward the back of his neck, where he nervously scratched the skin. He grinned at the Nara, stepping over to him and extending his arm for a handshake.
"H-Hey, Shikamaru! Didn't expect to see you here, heh...", his hand shamefully retracted, once the other boy did not take it, instead glancing at it with disgust. You watched the weird interaction, while pulling your weapons in your bag, confused at why both of them were acting so strange in each other's presence. They were not the best of friends, but they were still pretty close and it was unusual of them to be that nervous around each other.
"I was just asking Y/N if they want to come and grab some ramen with me-"
"They are busy", Shikamaru impatiently interrupted, briefly moving his eyes to you, "We have plans already."
The blonde man let out a small "oh!" and he looked over to you with a confused expression. Having all your weapons neatly packed in your bag, you stood next to both of them with crossed arms, you face twisted in annoyance.
"Actually...", you moved over to Naruto, taking his hand in yours and giving him a small smile, "I am so starving, I would love to have some ramen now! If you go and wait for me near the gates, I will be there just in a minute."
The man smiled at you, nodding his head at your words, before reaching toward your shoulder and taking the heavy bag from you. He passed Shikamaru, nodding his head as a goodbye, but the dark-haired male was too busy glaring at you in order to give any type of response.
Once Uzumaki was at a safe distance from you, you turned your attention back to your friend, almost hissing at him:
"What the hell is your problem?"
He scoffed at your words, one of his brows arching high up.
"Naruto?", his name feel out together with a mocking laugh from his lips, "Really? You are ditching me for Naruto?"
You rolled your eyes, both annoyed and baffled by his bizarre behaviour.
"I'm not ditching you!", you defended yourself, before crossing your arms once again, "I am absolutely starving and technically, laying in the middle of a field and sleeping is hardly counted as "plans". Naruto was nice enough to ask me to join him-"
"That dobe likes you! His face looked like he was about to explode when he was next to you!", Shikamaru didn't even wait for you to finish your sentence, before huffing at you. He took a step closer, his jaw clenching, "I though you are better than entertaining stuff like these from... people like him."
The way he said these words, filled with so much venom and dislike... You didn't know who the man before you was, but he was definitely not your best friend.
"Dobe? People like him?", you repeated, taking a step back, "Okay, calm down Sasuke 2.0! Don't get your panties in a twist and go rogue or something, because you can't handle the idea of me hanging out with people other than you!"
Before he can reply, you stepped around him, making your way toward Naruto, who was patiently waiting for you near the gates of the training grounds. After a few steps, you looked back, your eyes full with dissapointment:
"I really thought time has changed you... If you decide to stop being a d*ckhead, you know where to find me! Goodbye, Shikamaru!"
The young Nara stood there in the middle of the grassy field watching your figure become smaller and he loudly gulped, when he saw the blonde taking your hand in his. He knew he acted irrationally, based on his jealousy and anger, and know as there was nothing but silence around him, he realised that maybe he did already lost you forever.
cc artwork: Clement Tingry
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f!potterer!reader x quinn hughes
warnings: swearing
(sidenote: qhuggyhes is quinn's private account - only mentioned once)
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fan1: *takes deep breath* I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
fan2: no more gatekeeping, only girlbossing
fan3: we must gatekeep her from the stinky men though
fan4: you're so beautiful
fan5: i actually can't wait
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ynofficial: can someone get me a cat? i'm in desperate need of a housemate that purrs when cuddled. a cat would also keep me company in this big apartment
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fan6: my grandma's cat just had kittens and she's in vancouver if you're interested?
ynofficial: ooh yes please!
fan7: what's wrong with your current housemate?
ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/
fan8: what's wrong with a smile?
ynofficial: it makes me like him even more that's what's wrong
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qhuggyhes: please don't play the guilt card i WILL fold
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fan9: repping lana as we should
ynofficial: the one and only
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ynofficial: meet harley!! she's so adorable i just want to cry...also she's an incredibly annoying bedmate at times (but she's cute so i'll let her off)
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fan10: you're a crazy cat lady now, welcome to the club
ynofficial: i'm honoured
fan11: i'm assuming harley is the cat?
ynofficial: your assumption would be correct yes
trevorzegras: and harley is YOUR cat?
ynofficial: stfu yes
jackhughes: i see what you did there. clever.
ynofficial: idk what you're talking about
fan12: why the sudden influx of nhl players?
fan13: i don't even know who any of them are
ynofficial: neither do i
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ynofficial: i want you to know i take being a cat mother very seriously and that i'm going to start referring to home as HQ for personal reasons
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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...
ynofficial: you used to my favourite
lhughes_06: what am i now?
ynofficial: on thin ice
fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn
fan15: yeah he does
fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?
fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????
_quinnhughes has added to their story
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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!
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fan18: are you on the market too?
fan19: LMAO no
fan20: i'm analysing her hands now
fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread
fan22: me
fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it
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_quinnhughes: been busy lately
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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*
fan25: that's definitely y/n
fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex
fan28: everyone knows
jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting
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ynofficial: congrats on your-
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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?
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jackhughes: 🐔
ynofficial: bet
fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed
lhughes_06: if you don't i will
ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed
fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point
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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption
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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped
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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post
jackhughes: TAG HER
fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn
_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!
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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night
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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it
jackhughes: do not underestimate me
_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite
fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!
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ynofficial: i hate you
jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘
fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them
fan36: fr they fit each other so well
fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!
fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life
fan39: HQ makes sense now
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Okay, so Draco has a crush on the reader and his friends decide to give her love potion to help him out but they think it didn't work since the reader is behaving totally normal. But when one of her friends (maybe Ron) eats whatever they have poisened, he starts crushing on Draco. And then they all realize that the reader doesn't act any different because she is already in love with him. Sorry if this is weird.
Thanks for your request. I don´t think it´s weird at all, I rather find it pretty funny. In the beginning, I thought this would be really hard to write but in the end, I had lots of fun doing so. Have fun reading, too!
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You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, laughing at a joke Ron had just made. But even more, you laughed about the fact that Hermione rolled her eyes, acting as if she was really annoyed by Ron´s childish behaviour, while she actually had to try really hard not to smile herself. Your eyes were watering and your stomach hurt, while you wondered how you deserved those friends. Little did you know someone else just thought the same. And that certain someone was currently watching you from the other side of the room, turning green with envy when he saw you placing your head on Ron´s shoulder, looking at him in admiration.
“Draco? Draco, did you even listen?”
Draco flinched as someone grabbed him by the shoulder. He untied his gaze from you and turned around.
“Sorry. What did you say Pansy?”
The girl next to him rolled his eyes before she exchanged a knowing look with Blaise Zabini who had watched the unilateral conversation of his friends with a small grin on his face.
“Honestly Draco. I don’t even know what you see in her. I mean she is cute and all, but you haven’t even talked to her.”
“I have. Many times.”
“Oh yeah, one time you apologized after bumping into her after you had been too busy staring at her to watch your own feet and one time you called her out after she had dropped her quill. If you want to call your stutter talking.” Pansy sighted dramatically.
“Don’t forget all the times he had insulted her when she was with Potter and his friends.”, Blaise added in a deadpan voice..
“I never insulted her.”, Draco defended himself, stressing the last word of his sentence.
“Oh yeah, just her friends and her house and probably everything else in her life.”, Pansy giggled.
“It´s not my fault. She would be better off with me. I mean with us. In our house and everything.”, Draco mumbled, hoping no one would notice the slight rosy shimmer on his cheeks.
“Isn´t it lovely how he cares about his fellow human beings?”, Pansy teased in a sweet voice.
“I don’t.”
“You probably don’t care about anyone, do you?”
“Exactly.”
“Anyone but her.”
“If you keep on saying such nonsense, I will definitely stop caring about you.”, Draco snapped, slowly losing his patience.
“Lovely, he cares about me. Seems like (Y/n) made his heart of ice starting to melt.”
Draco sighed in resignation. It was useless to discuss with his friends. Besides, if he was honest, they might be right. Since he had met you, he had actually changed. He still remembered how he saw you the first time, walking down the hallways of the castle with a sweet smile on your face. You were one of those people everyone just had to love. But it might had hit Draco harder than the others. Because since he saw you smiling for the first time, he looked for it ever since. In every class, in the hallways, and during dinner. And when he heard your laugh for the first time, he knew he was doomed. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, more beautiful than any music, more beautiful than any birdsongs, more beautiful than anything that existed in this world. And when his eyes had met yours for the first time, he was absolutely sure that there was no going back. He still remembered how he had seen you, walking in the opposite direction. He had been so busy admiring you that he hadn’t watched where he was going, had somehow stumbled over his own feet and fell practically right into your arms. He also remembered how you had asked him in a concerned voice if he was okay and how your eyes had widened when he had looked up to you, realizing that it was no other than Draco Malfoy, you had just held onto, preventing him from falling to the ground. And when he had mumbled an apology, as far as it had been possible, since his head felt completely empty as he stared into your beautiful eyes, you had just given him a sweet smile, assuring him that it was alright. He had seen your smile so many times before. But this had been the first time you had been smiling for him and him only. And he wore that smile in his heart ever since. But he also knew that it was foolish to think like this. It had been months since that incident and you had probably forgotten him by now. Still, he knew that he would remember your beautiful face and the sparkling of your eyes until the day he would die.
His friends had soon noticed that something was going on with him. Draco had always been moody, but since he had started falling for you, it had only gotten worse. He got angry with them when they distracted him from staring at or daydreaming about you. But as soon as you were close at hand, he turned into a completely another person, acting like a stupid love-drunk teenage boy, who he, in fact, was. When he had finally admitted to Pansy and Blaise, saying that he didn’t knew himself what was even going on, they were quick to say that their best friend, the cold-hearted Slytherin king Draco Malfoy, was undeniably and irreversibly in love with you, even though he always stressed that this was drastically exaggerated. But that didn’t change the fact, that he simply couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even speaking of his thoughts.
“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Blaise asked the thousands of times.
Draco sighted again and just shrugged his shoulders.
“How do you think she would even be interested in me? I mean she is… perfect and I am… me.”
Those self-conscious words weren’t usual for Draco. Normally he was one of the most confident people around, sometimes it was even a little too much, but when it came to you all of that vanished into the air.
“You will never know if she is if you don’t ask her.”
“Maybe I will. Someday.”, Draco mumbled, before he grabbed his belongings and stood up. “Nevermind. I am going to leave. Still got some homework to do.”
“We have to do something about it.”, Pansy whispered as soon as Draco was out of earshot. “I can´t even look at him behaving like this. He´s making a complete fool out of himself.”
“Any plans?”, Blaise asked her.
Pansy just smiled evilly.
“I might.”
(Y/n)! (Y/n), wait for me!”
It was a few days after the conversation in the Great Hall of which you were still completely unaware. You stopped your way and turned around. Pansy Parkinson walked up to you, with a big smile on her face, you had barely ever seen on her. When she had reached you, it only grew wider.
“Hey (Y/n).”
“Hey Pansy.”, you answered with a small smile, unsure of what the Slytherin girl might had on her mind.
“I watched you back in charms class. You are really good in this stuff.”
“Thanks?” It was more a question than an answer.
“I was wondering if you might help me out. I still have trouble with this water-making spell and you are really good at it, so I thought you might help me practice after class?”
You raised an eyebrow in surprise. You had never been one of those students who got up in their house pride and got along with the students from the other houses, but Slytherins were of a different calibre. They had always been hard to get along with and you knew that Pansy was one of those people who took the principles of her house very seriously. Even though you were pure blood, you were still hanging out with people like Hermione, who was, in the opinion of some Slytherins, less worth than pureblood wizards, making you a blood traitor.
“You want me to help you?”, you asked in disbelief.
Pansy nodded.
“You are on top of the class and I know you helped others out before and they told me you were great at explaining so I thought it might be worth a try.”
What if this was some kind of joke? But on the other hand, why should she choose you out of all the Gryffindors? You had never had trouble with her before. Plus, what joke would it be asking for help? And you were good in school, especially charms, indeed.
You nodded.
“Okay. At five in the courtyard? I don’t think we should try this inside, plus the weather is really nice.”, you suggested.
Pansy nodded eagerly.
“Great. See you at five (Y/n)”
Then she left, but before she disappeared behind the next corner, she turned around, raising her hand to wave at you happily.
When she was out of sight, you shook your head. This was by far one of the strangest things that had happened to you in a long time.
It was five to five. You were sitting on a wall of the courtyard with your wand, an empty cup and a book about charms, in case you would have to look something up. When you heard some footsteps behind you, you saw Pansy walking up to you, her book bag over her shoulder and a happy grin on her face.
“Are you ready?”, she greeted you, when she stood in front of you.
You nodded.
“Are you?”
Pansy lifted her chin proudly.
“I was born ready.”
Her comment made you giggle, earning a confused look from Pansy.
“Shall we?”
“Well, this one looks way better.”, you said, while Pansy looked at you hopefully.
The two of you had spent over an hour practising the spell. The muddy liquid that gushed out of the tip of her wand at the beginning had become more and more clear. This time it actually looked quite drinkable. You took the cup to your mouth, taking a sip, before you spit it out again, immediately.
“Brine!”, you wheezed, coughing and disgorging in a desperate attempt to get rid of the disgusting taste on your tongue.
“By Merlin´s beard, I´m so sorry (Y/n).”, Pansy said in a genuine voice.
With a quick motion of your wand, you filled the cup with some fresh water on your own, non-salty this time, gulping it down your throat quickly.
“I guess that´s one of the risks of helping others out.”, you rattled. The smirk on your face told Pansy that you weren’t mad at her.
You took a deep breath and dried the tears that had welled up in your eyes. Pansy, on the other hand, grabbed her book bag that was laying on the bench next to her and opened it. She pulled out a small box and handed it to you.
“As a reparation.”
You opened the box curiously. Inside were lying some delicious-looking and smelling cookies. You felt your mouth watering.
“My mother sends them to me every month. I don’t have the heart to tell her I don’t even like them. But maybe you do.”
You eyed Pansy suspiciously. At first she was asking you for help and now she brought you cookies? But they looked far too good, especially since your throat was still burning.
“Thanks.”, you said, while you grabbed a cookie.
At the first taste, you sighted and closed your eyes.
“They are amazing! How can you not like them?”, you asked, while enthusiastically chewing it, before taking another bite.
“I don’t have that much of a sweet tooth. But Draco likes them a lot.”
Pansy glanced at you from the corner of her eyes, but you didn’t notice, since you were still focused on the food in front of you.
“How couldn’t he? This is one of the best things I´ve ever eaten.”
“Then I suggest you share them with him from the next delivery on.”
“If I have to, I will fight for every single one of it.”, you laughed.
Then you saw Pansy looking at you expectantly.
“What is it?”, you asked. “Do I have something on my face?”
But Pansy just shook her head and smiled.
“Nothing. It´s nothing. Just take another one.”
But you shook your head and placed the box with the remaining cookies by your side.
“At first we will continue practising. But this time you will try whatever comes out of your wand.”
Pansy laughed.
“Okay, I will do my best not to poison anyone again.”
“Great. Now try the movement a little bit more fluent.”, you said as you showed Pansy once again how to fill up the cup with drinkable water.
Pansy nodded with a frown and tried to copy your movement.
Not even fifteen minutes later, she had actually managed to produce some drinkable water three times in a row.
She smiled at you proudly as you took a sip from the cup. This time without spitting it out again.
“Great! You got it.”, you smiled, glad that your student had finally achieved her goal.
“Thanks to you.”, Pansy said, but you just shook your head.
“This was all you. I was only the support.”
“Anyway, you were very patient with me. I think I would have lost it after ten minutes.”
Pansy and you laughed.
“Well, Hermione and I are practising with Harry and Ron pretty often. And they are way worse than you. Not to mention you didn’t blow anything up like Seamus always does.”, you chuckled.
“Well, you Gryffindors aren’t that smart after all, are you?”, Pansy couldn’t resist the small tease.
You raised an eyebrow.
“So you´re telling me no Slytherins ever need help with some spells?”
Pansy shrugged her shoulders.
“Most of us don’t. Except for Crabbe and Goyle maybe. But they are just stupid.” She grinned. “Really stupid.”
“Don´t you say.”
“But Draco always helps them out. I think he is the only reason they are still in this school.”
“Wouldn’t have taken him for a merciful Samaritan.”, you said. You couldn’t hide the surprise in your voice.
“I don’t think that´s the right account but he isn’t that bad at all.”
“Well, you aren’t either. And both of you got a certain… reputation.”
“So do you.”
You looked at her in surprise That was news to you.
“I do?”
“Of course sweetheart.”, Pansy chuckled.
“And what kind of reputation?”, you asked carefully, trying to make your voice sound incidental.
“C´mon (Y/n). Don’t you know? You are literally the sunshine in person. I don’t think there is a single person in this castle who doesn’t like you.”
You felt your cheeks redden. It was true, you got along with many people, but you had never thought that this was what even the Slytherins thought about you.
“Well, I always thought you didn’t like me.”, you said, glancing at Pansy. “You and your friends.”
Pansy laughed in amusement.
“Believe me I really tried. But it seems like it is impossible. Especially after you helped me out today. And everyone else likes you too. Even Draco absolutely adores you.” She glanced at you again, but you just let out a small chuckle.
“Let´s not exaggerate.”, you mumbled, while your cheeks only grew darker and darker.
“This is probably still understated.”, Pansy answered. “You have no idea.”
You chatted for a few more minutes before you decided to get back to the castle. Still happily chatting you walked down the aisles when Pansy suddenly stopped.
“Look, it´s Draco and Blaise.”
“Oh well, I think I can leave you alone now then.”, you said, expecting that your ways would part again now, but Pansy seemed to have different plans.
She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you with her, heading towards her friends. When the two boys heard the footsteps, they looked up to you, a smile breaking on their faces when they saw you.
“Finally learned it Pansy?”, Blaise asked, when you stood in front of them.
Pansy nodded eagerly. “Do you want me to show you?”
“Rather at another time. I really thought you were a hopeless case.”, he chuckled.
You couldn’t help but feel surprised when you heard Blaise making such a noise. To you, he had always appeared very serious. Or maybe you were just surprised he could speak that much at all since in class his answers were mostly taciturn.
“I had a great teacher.”, Pansy smiled, pulling you even closer to the group.
You threw the boys a shy smile, slightly intimidated by the three Slytherins.
“Oh yeah, feel kind of sorry for you.”, Blaise said, turning to you now.
“No need to be sorry, she did great.”
“But without you I would still producing some mud.”
“Or brine.”, you giggled.
Blaise raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“Sounds like you didn’t do so great after all.”, he mocked.
“Oh I did.”, Pansy stated, before she added quietly: “After I nearly poisoned her.”
“It wasn’t that bad. And I also got a good reparation.”
“Looks like Draco was right after all. You´re way too smart and way too kind to be in Gryffindor.”, Blaise said.
You looked at him in surprise. But before you could react, Draco did.
“Just shut it Blaise.”, he grumbled. “I don’t think I have ever said that.”
You looked at the blond boy with the slightly rosy cheeks, shooting a deadly glance at his friend. The thought that Draco Malfoy at some point might had actually complimented you, made you blush.
Little did those people know that you had a crush on the Slytherin boy for quite a while. You had always thought that Draco was quite handsome, but since he had always been such a prick, especially among Harry, you decided to not give it any more importance. But then, a few months ago, he had practically fallen in front of your feet. You still remembered how he was holding on to your arm, in a desperate attempt not to fall. When he had caught his balance again, he mumbled a quick excuse, before he disappeared again, probably embarrassed about himself. But for some reason, the warmth of his hands and the look of his grey eyes were carved into your mind. And when he, only a few weeks later, had called you out, because you had dropped your quill, all you had done was stare at him in awe. Since that day, you were wondering if Draco might not be as bad as everyone always stated. But still, you were trying to tell you that you were just slightly attracted to him because he was, objectively speaking, quite attractive. But a part of you knew, that the way your heart skipped a beat, whenever his gaze unintentionally met yours, wasn’t normal.
And now you were standing right in front of him, while his presence made you feel dizzy once more. You had the sudden urge to tell him how stupidly attracted you were to him, but you were already used to having to resist the feeling of making a fool out of yourself whenever he was around.
“Oh yeah, about what should we talk about then? The way you always stare at her? Or how you…”
“Enough Pansy!”, Draco´s voice was sharp as he interrupted his friend. Then he turned around to you. “Sorry for that. She´s just making fun.”
“Am I?” Pansy wiggled her eyebrows.
You felt your heart drop, harder than you would have expected it to at his confession. But you forced yourself to smile and shrugged your shoulders.
“Friends can be very annoying sometimes.”, you said.
Draco let out a sight of relief and nodded.
“You have no idea.”
You laughed. A laugh that made Draco think some choirs of angels were singing. And it was because of him. He made you make that sound. Now that he knew he was able to make you laugh, he could die as a happy man. Unfortunately, you had no idea that he was feeling like this. Because if you would, you might have stayed a little longer, maybe forever, but you simply just didn’t know. And that was the reason you were now ready to go before it would get any more embarrassing.
“I think I really have to go now.”, you stated.
Pansy and Blaise looked at you in disappointment.
“Already?”, Pansy asked with puppy eyes.
You nodded.
“Need to freshen up before dinner. But if you need my help again, just tell me. This was actually quite fun.”
“I will. Thanks again.”
“You´re welcome.”, you smiled, before you turned around, relieved and sad at the same time you would finally get out of this situation.
“Didn’t you give them to her?”, Blaise whispered, as soon as you were out of earshot.
“I did.”, Pansy replied.
“Did she eat them?”
“Two of them. This was more than enough.”
“Then why didn’t it work?”
“What didn’t work?”, Draco interrupted his friends as soon as he had liberated from his rigidity, staring at the spot you had just been standing and processing what had just happened. “And anyway. What is wrong with you? Did you want to make me a fool in front of her?”
But Pansy quickly shushed him, a move not many would have dared to make.
“I don’t know. Maybe it lost its effect?”, she told Blaise, ignoring Draco´s questions.
“But why?”
“I have no idea.”
“But you came up with the plan.”
“I know.”
“Well it wasn’t that brilliant after all.”
“You don’t have to tell me, Blaise.”, Pansy hissed. Then she sighed. “Not only that it didn’t work, but I also lost all the cookies to her.”
Blaise groaned. “What now?”
“I don’t know.”
The two remained silent, until Draco spoke up.
“Okay, what are you talking about? And for the love of Salazar please tell me by cookies you didn’t mean those of your mother.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight. She didn’t just ask you for help, she also gave you cookies?”
You could hear the disbelieve in Hermione´s voice. You were sitting in the common room with her, Ron and Harry. You nodded.
“I really don’t know what to think about it. There was nothing wrong with anything that had happened, still, it feels… strange.”
“Maybe they poisoned the cookies.”, Harry suggested.
You shook your head. “I´ve already eaten some of them. They are nothing but tasty. You can try them if you want to.”
Hermione and Harry declined, but Ron gladly grabbed one and shoved it into his mouth.
“Bloody hell, they are amazing!”, he stated.
You nodded in agreement and took another one as well.
“Maybe they want to gain your trust.”, Harry continued.
“Okay, but why me?”
“You´re a Gryffindor. You´re the enemy.”
“But why me and not someone else?”
“You´re way to trustful.”
“I´m simply not as paranoid as you.”, you snapped back, slightly offended.
“It´s not paranoid if it´s about Malfoy.”
“It wasn’t Draco it was Pansy who asked me and if…”
“Draco? Did you say Draco?”, you suddenly heard Ron´s voice from the armchair next to you.
Confused about the interruption, you stopped and looked at him.
“Yes.”
“Draco Malfoy?” The sound of Ron´s voice was strange. You frowned.
“Do you know another one?”
“The pretty one with the nice blond hair?”
You nearly choked on your cookie.
“If you want to put it this way…”
“What, do you think he isn’t pretty?”, Ron sounded quite angry.
“Ron, is everything okay with you?”, Hermione asked carefully.
A silly grin spread across Ron´s face as he nodded.
“Never been better. It just feels so good to be in love, you know?”
You could see Hermione blushing.
“In love? You mean…”
“Yes. In love. How couldn’t I be? He is so amazing, don’t you think?”, Ron said in a dreamy voice.
You exchanged a confused look with Hermione and Harry.
“Who are we talking about again?”
“Draco. Draco Malfoy of course. I mean, just listen to the sound of his name. There is no other way than that he is an amazing human being.”, Ron sighted.
Harry hid his laugh by simulating a cough.
“Ron, are you serious? It´s Malfoy we´re talking about. You hated him since the first grade…”
Harry couldn’t continue, as Ron sprang to his feet, slapping Harry on the arm.
“That´s not funny!”, he yelled. Then he sank back into the chair. “I think I love him.”
He stared into the fire burning in the fireplace, lost in his thoughts.
“What do you think?”, you asked Hermione in a low voice.
She just shrugged her shoulders.
“Maybe a curse or a potion. We should get him to Madame Pomfrey.”
You nodded, looking to Harry who by now seemed to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. Then he stood up.
“C´mon Ron. We´re getting you to…”
“To Draco?” Ron looked at you hopefully.
“Exactly, to Draco.”
“How do I look?”, Ron asked.
“You look great Ron.”, Hermione said.
“Do you think he likes me too?”, Ron asked.
“Yeah, he does.”, Harry said.
“Do you know I really love him?”, Ron asked.
“Yes, you truly do.”, you said.
Those were the conversations you had while you walked through the castle, trying to shield Ron from all the curious glances of the few students who were still awake. You just prayed you wouldn’t meet Draco on your way to the hospital wing since that would probably be the most awkward encounter ever.
That´s what you thought when you turned around a corner. In the next moment, you groaned in resignation. Obviously, as soon as you thought about him, he needed to appear. In the most unfavourable moment. You tried to stop and turned Ron around, but that´s when Pansy, who was standing there with Draco and Blaise, saw you.
“(Y/n)!”, she yelled, while waving at you. “What are you doing here?”
Somehow Pansy sounded as if she would exactly know why you were still out now. Maybe Harry had been right. Maybe you were too trustful.
When Ron heard Pansy´s voice, his gaze shot up. When he spotted Malfoy, his hands started to shake and he bounced his leg up and down in anticipation.
“Bloody hell. Bloody hell! It´s him. Harry, it´s actually him. He looks beautiful, doesn’t he? I´m so nervous. What do you think? Should I just walk up to him? What am I supposed to say? Should I tell him I´m in love with him or should I just play it cool?”
Harry and Hermione looked at each other frantically. What were you supposed to do? But then you had a flash of genius.
“Okay, Ron. You should really tell him you love him. But I think you need a little bit more privacy. So I am going to talk to Pansy and Blaise, so they will leave the two of you alone. Okay?”
Ron nodded nervously.
“Okay. And what am I supposed to do?”
“You just stay here with Harry and Hermione and try to calm down. Maybe you could practice what you want to say.”
“Yes. Yes, I will do this.”
You glanced at your friends one last time before you walked up to Pansy, Blaise and Draco.
Pansy and Blaise grinned knowingly, while Draco looked just confused at what was going on. His friends still hadn’t told him what they had done.
“(Y/n), are you already missing us? Or at least one of us?”, Pansy smiled.
But you didn’t have time for her games.
“What have you done?”, you hissed at her.
Pansy´s face fell, as well as Blaise´s. Draco just stared at you in awe.
“I… I don’t know what you are talking about.”, Pansy stuttered, obviously surprised by your reaction.
“Oh, you don’t? What have you done? Did you try to hex me or smuggled something into my food?”
“Why would we do this?”
“I have no idea. You can tell me. But whatever your plan was, let me tell you it didn’t work out.”
“Obviously.”, Blaise mumbled under his breath.
You turned around to him.
“So Harry was right. You had a plan. You played with me all along.”, you tried to keep your voice low, so Ron wouldn’t hear you, but it was hard since you were as angry as you had never been before.
“No, that´s not what… We didn’t mean to harm anyone. We wanted to… Well, let´s say we wanted to help someone out.”
“Lucky for you no one is harmed yet. But that will change if I´ll get Ron.”
Pansy narrowed her eyes. Now all three of them looked as if they had no idea of what was going on.
“Ron?”
“Yes Ron, because he is very desperate to meet Draco.”, you smiled sweetly.
“Why? What does Weaselbee even want from me?” He sounded genuinely irritated.
“Declaring his love for you.”
Against your will, you had to smile. This situation was just absurd.
“He wants to what?”, Draco spit out. “(Y/n), you´re kidding me, right?”
He looked at you intensely, making a shiver run down your spine, but this wasn’t the right time for those kinds of feelings.
“Do I look like I am?”, you asked.
“Well, you must be. For what reason should he do this?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
You glared at the boy in front of you who just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
Then you heard someone clear his throat.
“He can´t.”
You spun around to Pansy and Blaise, who looked by now very guilty.
“Why´s that?”
“Because he doesn’t know.”
You looked at them with narrowed eyes. Should you actually belief them?
“But you do.” It was an assessment, not a question.
“Ron tried the cookies, didn’t he?”, Pansy asked.
“Yes he did, but why…”
Now you realized.
“Lovepotion?”
The two of them nodded.
“You smuggled lovepotion into the cookies you gave me?”
“It was only meant for you. We thought it might be worth a try, since Draco… Nevermind.”, she said as she saw Draco staring at her with dangerousness in his face you had barely ever noticed.
“Doesn’t matter now. We need to keep Draco away from Weasly.”, Blaise stated and you nodded in agreement.
“If it has been a potion, we should go to Professor Snape.”, Draco suggested.
The thought of going to the one teacher who detested you with every fibre of his body jibed you, but since he was the potion master, it was probably your best option.
“You go first. Tell him what happened. I´ll get Ron. We´ll talk later about how absolutely disgusting it is trying to force someone to think they are in love.”
The others nodded in agreement, Pansy and Blaise shooting you some apologetic looks, and then they turned around, while you went back to Ron and the others.
Ron was already craning his neck to watch Draco, as he disappeared around the next corner.
“What happened? Doesn’t he want to see me?”, Ron asked. Tears filled his eyes at the mare thought of it.
You were quick to shake your head.
“They are preparing a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
Now Ron´s eyes were sparkling excitedly.
“Yes. A date for just the two of you. They told me where. Just follow me.”
And while Ron reeled behind you as if he was drunk -it was for a reason you said love-drunk-, talking to himself how lucky he was to be in love with such an amazing human being, you told Hermione and Harry in a low voice what had happened.
“Changes of plan we are going to Snape. It was a love potion. Some kind of sick joke. They are already waiting for us.
You knocked on the door of Snape´s office. Only a few seconds later, he opened the door. His face was blank, showing no emotion or what he thought.
“In.”, he sneered.
You threw him a thankful smile, which he didn’t react to -you hadn’t expected anything else- before you turned around to Ron.
“Let´s go. He is in there.”
Ron´s face got red in excitement, as he pushed behind you threw the door. Draco was standing in a corner, hands in his pocket and looked as if would rather be anywhere but here. You somehow understood.
Still, you would have given anything to keep the next moments on camera.
When Ron saw Draco, he froze.
“Draco.”, he whispered.
Draco looked as if he had given in to his fate and just gave him a short nod. That´s when Ron started to move again, rushing forward to the blond boy, who moved back until his back hit the wall. When Ron had reached him, he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in a tight embrace. Draco looked as if he wanted to murder him right here and now, but somehow he managed to just stand still and not react to any actions of Ron at all.
“I need to tell you something Draco.”, Ron purred.
Draco just shrugged his shoulders, looking as if he weren’t exactly interested in what Ron had to say.
“I love you.”, Ron said, who was all smiles. “You are the love of my life.”
Since Ron couldn’t quite stand on his feet anymore, he slowly slid off, until his face was pressed against Draco´s chest. Draco kept him there with a sight, preventing him from sliding down any further. Ron looked up to him in admiration, while he fluttered his eyelashes.
Draco looked desperately to Snape, who was looking for the right antidote.
“Professor, hurry. I am begging you.”
You looked at Pansy, Blaise, Harry and Hermione, who stood next to you, trying to hide their grins at the view in front of them. You were pretty sure none of you would ever forget this day.
Finally, Snape had found what he had been looking for, and pulled out a small vial. He walked over to Ron and Draco and handed it to Ron.
“Drink.”
Ron looked at the vial in his hand, then up to Draco, then to Snape.
“You aren’t half as pretty as Draco, you know this? I mean no one is, but you are in fact very ugly.”
You held your breath. The others did too. How would Snape react? To your surprise, he didn´t at all.
“His eyes look like diamonds but yours are just black. Black as your soul. And your hair is so greasy and dark, but his is so fluffy and nearly white.”
He tried to touch Draco´s hair, but since his balance was damaged, he somehow managed to grab his hair but then sunk back down again. Draco whimpered in pain as Ron pulled him on his hair down with him.
“Drink that stuff or I´ll kill you.”, Draco hissed.
Ron looked at him with widened eyes.
“I thought you love me.”, he whispered.
Draco took a deep breath, trying to control himself.
“Please drink that. Okay? Do it for me.”
Ron smiled at the last words.
“Anything for you.”, he said.
Then he grabbed the vial and drank it at a gulp.
Now you would just have to wait. But within seconds you saw the antidote doing its magic.
Slowly, the stupid smile vanished from Ron´s face and gave way to a confused face. Ron blinked a few times. Then he looked up and saw Draco´s face. Looking back down, he realized his face was still pressed against his chest.
Quicker than anything you had seen him do ever before, he jumped up, stumbling away from Draco.
“Bloody hell, what was that?”, he cursed, while finding shelter behind Hermione´s back.
“I was thinking just the same.”, Draco muttered as he tried to fix his robe and hair again.
Ron shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of what had just happened. Then he looked at Pansy and Blaise, who still looked slightly amused.
“You? It was you, wasn’t it? I swear to Godric, I..”
“Now that Mr Weasley is healed, you may as well continue this somewhere else.”, Snape interrupted you. You nodded and mumbled a thank you to Snape, but just as you were about to leave, he held you back again.
“Mr Weasley, for your insults you will receive detention for the next month. As well as Mr Zabini and Mrs Parkinson. Also ten points from Gryffindor for eating something poisoned, since you had been so stupid. Also, Mrs. (Y/l/n), ten points from you since you were the one who gave it to him. You may leave.”
Harry wanted to protest, but Hermione pushed him out of the door, saving him from getting detention too for what he would probably have said.
Just as you crossed the doorstep, you heard Pansy speaking up.
“Professor. Are there any reasons why a love potion doesn’t affect someone?”
“If it was brewed the wrong way.”
“And if it had affected someone else?”
“It is always depending on many different factors how the potion works. The quantity of the potion for example, or in this case the attraction of the object of the desire. These are all factors that might influence the effectiveness.”
“And if someone doesn’t respond at all?”
“In the case of this potion, it is simple. It creates a rapture, it is neither strong nor long-lasting. Also, it only affects the feelings the victim thinks it has for the other person, not their behaviour. If the victim for example already feels some kind of attraction towards the object of desire, they may not behave any different.”
You felt the eyes of the other students burning on you. Your face heated up immediately. You felt Draco´s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, so you just stared at the ground in front of you.
“Now get out of here before you all receive a detention.”, Snape sneered.
Quickly you left the room before Snape slammed the door behind you.
An awkward silence spread across you. It was Pansy who broke the silence.
“Weasley? We´re sorry about… what happened. And now I was just wondering…” She paused. You thought she wanted to ask for Ron´s forgiveness, but then you saw the sparkling in her eyes. “If you have already planned a second date.”
That´s when you broke. The entire situation was too odd to not be funny. Hermione, Harry, Blaise, Pansy and you were laughing until the tears were running down your cheeks. Ron and Draco on the other hand glanced at each other hatefully.
“Let´s just forget this ever happened, okay?”, Ron mumbled as you had finally calmed down again, whipping away the last tears.
“Agreed.”, Draco said, giving him a short not.
“We will never let them forget this, will we?”, Harry whispered and Hermione and you shook your head simultaneously. And right next to you, Blaise and Pansy planned just the same.
“Okay, let´s leave, before Snape actually gives us detention.”, you suggested and turned around to leave. The others followed you.
“(Y/n)?”
You froze. A part of you had hoped he would just forget about a certain little detail Snape had mentioned, but maybe he didn’t.
Hermione turned around to you, raising her eyebrows, silently asking if you wanted her to stay, but you just shook your head and gave her a small smile. Then you turned around to Draco, who looked just as nervous as you did.
“I´m sorry about what happened.”, he said, rubbing his neck.
You shrugged your shoulders.
“It wasn’t your fault. Pansy and Blaise did this.”
“Yes, but they wouldn’t have if…” He stopped.
“If what?”, you asked curiously. You would have expected him to tease you about the fact that you obviously had at least a small crush on him. In your thoughts, you had already planned how to disappear and take a new identity, so you wouldn’t be reminded about this for the rest of your life. But for now, this didn’t seem to be Draco´s intention.
“I think they did it because I might have mentioned one or two times that you are kind of cute?”
Your jaw dropped.
Draco Malfoy thought you were cute?
“You… You think I am cute?”, you asked in disbelieve.
Draco turned slightly pink, what made him look even more adorable.
“Way easier to admit this now that I know… now that I assume that you might feel the same about me.”, he mumbled, still he didn’t sound as if it had been easy for him to tell you this.
“Well, you are kinda cute too Malfoy.”, you chuckled.
Draco looked at you with narrowed eyes.
“I´m serious (Y/n). Don’t make fun of me. I already regret telling you.”, he muttered.
“I´m serious too.”, you smiled. “But for real Draco. I… I really like you. I mean we barely know each other but I think I could grow into… well, more than just like you.”
Draco looked at you hopefully.
“You do?”
“I do.”
And your smile only grew wider as you saw his face lightning up at your words.
“So… Would you like to go out with me sometime?”, he asked, still nervous about your reaction, even though the look on your face already told him the answer.
You nodded eagerly.
“I would love to.”
“Great.”
“Great.”
Silence.
“Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?”, Draco asked after a few moments.
“Well, if you don’t mind.”
“I would be honoured.”, he chuckled and bowed lightly in front of you. The gesture made you giggle and the giggle made his heart beat faster.
When you reached the entrance to your common room, you were slightly disappointed. Not because of Draco. Actually, it was quite the opposite. In the few minutes he had walked you up here, you had had much fun. By now you were sure, that whatever was going on between the two of you, wouldn’t end with this day.
“Well, I am already looking forward to our date.”
Draco gave you a smile which you returned sweetly.
“If you want me to, I can also bring Ron. I´m sure we would all have lots of fun.”, you teased him.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“Please, just let me forget this ever happened.”
“If you really think for one second, I will ever forget this you may not know me as good as you think you do.”, you answered with a cheeky smile. “The way he hugged you and looked up to you and, pulled your hair…”
“Oh, just shut up.”, Draco grumbled.
You raised an eyebrow, looking at him in amusement.
“Make me.”
And before you even knew what was happening, Draco grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips on yours. You returned his kiss immediately. His thumbs were drawing some small circles on your hipbones, while your hands traced along his chest. You sighted into the kiss at the feeling on his skin on yours.
When you finally let go of each other, panting heavily, you smiled cheekily again.
“Well, that wasn’t what I meant but still…”
Draco just chuckled bashfully.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to do this since forever.”
“I didn’t say I would mind.”, you grinned, placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Draco took that as an opportunity to pull you into a kiss once more.
It was a sweet and innocent kiss. Careful and tender.
You couldn’t help the smile that crept back on your lips when he took a step back and admired you.
“I really love your smile you know that?”, he whispered.
The smile only grew wider and you blushed madly, lowering your head, trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair.
But Draco was quick to cup your cheeks into his hands and make you look up to him again.
“Don’t hide love. You are so beautiful. You know that? The most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
“You don’t look in the mirror often, do you?”, you asked, making him chuckle.
“I do, but do you?”
When he saw the smile on your face again, he started placing short, sweet kisses all over it, making you giggle again.
“Draco, that tickles.”, you squeezed out.
But Draco didn’t care about your protest since he could hear in your voice, that you didn’t mind his actions at all, and so did your arms you wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“All mine.”, he whispered in your ear, when he placed another kiss shortly under it, making you shiver.
“Maybe you should take me out before you claim your ownership.”
“I will. Every day. Wherever you want. As long as you are mine.”
“Yours.”, you whispered.
Draco placed one last kiss on your neck before he pulled back and looked into your eyes again. “Yes, you are. You are mine. And I am yours.”
He pulled you into a tight embrace and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“If I mean so much to you, you will leave Pansy´s cookies from now on to me, won´t you?”
“In your dreams my love.”
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Not sure if this is where you want your asks to be sent or not, I'm new to your blog so sorry if this is the wrong place
There is another instruction for Wally that I haven't seen you talk about and I want to know your thoughts! Back in november, before the responses, the secret URLs (such as woxyve) had the word "delete" added to the end (ex: woxyvedelete) implying that they wanted Wally to delete the page. After this most recent update it changed again and now says nodelete meaning that Wally refused to do that task. Thoughts?
where else would asks be sent if not the Askbox! inbox! both!
i actually wasn't aware of this until a few days ago, when i saw a post pointing it out - i had never gone directly back to those pages. which serves me right! i'm gonna be double checking Everything from now on lmao
but my fucking GOD is it interesting. thus far Wally has been... fairly cooperative. he's had a moment here and there, such as closing the guest book and losing his patience a lil, but he does his best with the rest! especially with requests! so for him to straight up go "lmao nah" when asked to delete something...
characterization-wise, i think it's very telling. as of now, Wally has been commonly portrayed as a bit of a doormat - getting talked over, sitting off to the side, being a bit of a background character - in in-Home media. less so in his whrp/qa/You interactions, but he's still widely agreeable & willing. but him refusing to delete the urls gives major points to him Having A Spine. he's holding his ground. he knows what he's doing. he's not going to let the whrp shut him up. there's a Thought Process / Plan / Purpose being shown here, or at least hinted at. there's a sense of.... Control. of "this is the way we're doing things, this is what i'm saying and you're going to sit down and listen"
it's just... such a shift from the Wally we see in his interactions with the neighbors. which again, lends credence to there being a time discrepancy, with whrp Wally being older and more "experienced" while past Wally is still figuring his shit [being alive] out <3
story-wise it adds some Delightful friction. like obviously there's already tension, what with the staff only page, "Let Me In", the mysterious black stuff, the guest book closing, and the whrp/qa being disturbed by it all. but Wally outright refusing to delete things is a Different sort of conflict. it's more... direct. which makes sense! his interactions with the whrp/qa are becoming more personal, too. but it lends to the feeling of a push-pull. as the whrp/qa investigates Wally and starts treating him like the person he is instead of a long-lost character, they're probably gonna clash (a lot) despite the apparent impulse to pursue Welcome Home. currently, Wally doesn't seem big on compromising. if he doesn't know what to do, it looks like he simply Won't or he'll do his own thing and be like "shrug". if he doesn't want to do something, it also looks like he simply Will Not.
of course, there's the strong possibility that the whrp Were Not Serious about it. the 'delete' command might have them testing the waters, poking the bear, etc. but then were they testing to see if Wally is there, or were they testing his level of compliance? both? a secret third option?
and if they Were serious about it... why? what is it about the marked urls that made the whrp go "get that outta here"? and why couldn't they delete it themselves? i mean, obviously they can't delete anything Wally adds, otherwise the extra stuff he's added probably wouldn't be there (unless the impulse / curiosity driving them is too strong to delete anything added). but there's still a why about it. what changed so fundamentally in the site's code - or laws of physics/reality - that made it impossible to alter Wally's additions?
it's just. i feel that there are a lot of implications in such a small interaction. it shows more than one would expect.
#I JUST. AGH#idk if i said any of this in a way that makes sense#how would/do the whrp/qa react to that? to him being like 'we are Not deleting this <3'#whether they were serious about it or not thats Gotta raise some feelings#were they scared? frustrated? shocked? vindicated?#MAN IM SO CURIOUS#wally said no! the whrp asked and He Said No!#i mean to be fair#from what we know about wally - both from shared trivia/thoughts and the main canon#he doesnt seem hesitant to say No in general#but still. with almost everything else asked of him he Tried. he made an effort. hm#homebogging#rambles from the bog#wh speculation#welcome home speculation#AND THEN - OH THIS IS A TANGENT!#about him flipping sally's portrait. HOW THE FUCK? its technically a 2-d image. there isn't a back#so did wally make a back - or did his Direct Interaction bend reality and make it so that there's one to show?#fucking Fascinating. i mean i already have a lot of thoughts on reality fuckery in this story but mmmmm man. implications.#or - oh or - are the character portraits The Characters. this is a crack theory but hm#the fact that there are tiny versions of some of the neighbors in their houses on the map. trapped inside. multiple franks.#you see what im getting at?#not to say that they're trapped in the site! but what if there's a direct Connection. the character and the art aren't explicitly separate#as implied with wally's 'every time you look into my eyes' / 'you draw mine'#if his art has a direct link to him - Is him in a sense - why wouldn't that be the case for the others#huh. i wonder if they'll ever sense it like he does. will they ever look back? will their pupils slowly start to look at the screen?#i mean the teeny eddie in the post office is looking straight out at us but yk. Inch Resting.
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@somethingsteff asked for #39 for obikin from the Abba lyrics prompt list (and #4 which I’ll answer separately so I don’t lose track!)
39. you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me
Read below for a proposal drabble - what else could it have been for this song?
“Well?”
Obi-Wan shifted on his protesting knee, now feeling patently ridiculous to be kneeling on the hard stone in front of the stunning younger man who had apparently been stunned into silence, as unmoving and hard as stone himself since Obi-Wan had sunk to his knee and bared his soul and presented the ring that he still held outstretched in his now sweaty palm.
“I know it’s a loaded question and all, but one does usually expect an answer of some kind.”
Anakin cleared his throat, fighting through the burning tightness that was losing its battle to choke back all the emotions threatening to spill out. “Are you sure?”
“About which part, exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered. “The ring? No, I’m not. You’re the one who has to look at it for the rest of your life, if you don’t like it you can pick out one that you do.”
“Not the ring,” Anakin reached out and closed both of his hands around the outstretched palm starting to shake, cradling it like it was something precious, because it was.
“What then?” Obi-Wan prompted when nothing else followed.
Broad shoulders shrugged sheepishly. “Me.”
“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan’s knee objected with a disconcerting pop as he rose to cup one hand to where the long neck met brushed back curls, his other still held in the strong grip of long fingers that had no intentions of letting go. He pulled until their foreheads touched and he was looking directly into blue eyes brimming with wet tears that had somehow not yet been shed, windows to the insecure soul before him. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? I thought I made my feelings quite clear.”
“I did listen,” long lashes pressed closed in a last attempt to keep the tears from spilling. “And you did, it was,” he paused momentarily, overcome, “it was very nice to hear.”
“Alright…then…help me out here.”
“I know that’s how you feel now. It’s just…”
“You think I’m going to change my mind?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Just that morning they’d had fought over the fact that Obi-Wan considered trying a different route to the restaurant “a pointless exercise.”
“Ok when you say it like that,” Anakin smirked. “I just. It’s supposed to be forever.”
“Yes, that’s rather the point.”
“That’s a long time to be with me.”
“Yes!” Obi-Wan had reached the end of his patience. “I’m familiar with the concept! So could you either tell me what it is you object about it or put the damn ring on your finger and tell me you would also like to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Idiot,” Anakin smiled against his hold. “Of course I do.” He closed the remaining space between them to press their lips together. “I guess I have a hard time believing that you would want to spend that long with me.”
Obi-Wan drew back just enough to search every inch of the face before him. “Explain,” he commanded seriously.
“I’m a lot,” Anakin sighed.
“Yes.”
“What if I’m too much?”
“You could never—”
“What if you get bored?”
“How could I—”
“What if all the things you think are quirky and cute become annoying and —”
“Love.” Obi-Wan silenced him with a chaste, barely there kiss. “You thrill me. You delight me. You please me. You excite me.” He sealed each statement with a kiss - one to each cheek, then the furrowed brow currently sporting premature wrinkles, then finally the hands that still clasped his own between them. “What can I do to make you believe me?”
“I do,” Anakin whispered as his fingers were pried one by one. “I—”
“I hoped you’d say that,” Obi-Wan declared as he finally slipped the ring onto Anakin’s finger, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he did. Uncertainty turned to awe, wrinkles smoothed out, and tears spilled as Anakin stared at the band that drew all the light in the room.
“You really want to marry me?” Anakin rasped.
“I do,” Obi-Wan sighed in relief that the fact finally seemed to have sunken in. “Please say you do too.”
“Yes,” Anakin buried the glittering ring in auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan forward for a kiss. “I do,” he whispered against his lips. “I do, I do, I do.”
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