#spelling his last name makes me wanna cry sometimes
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If you are do fic requests, can you do one with Simon meeting Ice king(ours, not WK)?
Ice King doesn't know how long he's been sitting on the floor, crying his eyes out as one does when sitting on the floor. Honestly, if you're on the floor, and you're not crying your eyes out, then you're not maximizing use of the floor. But so yeah, he's sitting there, and it must've been awhile because Gunter wandered off already, and he's all alone in the room.
Or he should have been. But he hears footsteps. It's not the slappity slap slap of Gunther, which means... Oh! Does he have a guest? Someone came to visit old Ice King? Could it be his princess has come home at last?
He lifts his head, a grin crossing his face. But it's not the lovely visage of Princess Bubblegum or Wildberry Princess or Turtle Princess or any princess. It's not even Finn who was like his third guess... okay fine, fourth! ... Fifth actually... Whatever. It's not him. It's not a princess. It's just some nerd, with his glasses and his tweed suit and his single streak of grey hair.
"What? Did you get lost looking for the geek convention?" Ice King sneers. "Can't you see I'm busy wallowing in despair? Scram! This place is for princesses only!"
The nerd looks at him for a very long time. It's preeeetty weird. And rude! Really, does this guy have no manners? Who barges into people's places and just does whatever he wants, huh? Freaks. Weirdos. Absolute lunatics.
Frowning harder, Ice King readies a freeze spell. He's just about to launch it when the nerd finally makes his move.
"Sorry, Ice King, I didn't mean to disturb your... I didn't mean to interrupt you," the nerd says, squatting down. "I'm not... exactly lost... But I'm stuck here for now, and I hope you don't mind company."
Ice King blinks. Like this, this nerdy guy is at eye level with him. Ice King doesn't have to keep looking up, like a bug waiting to get squashed. He tries to remember if anyone has ever met him where he's at before. It's kinda nice.
"Wait, you wanna stay with me?" Ice King stops. Wait. Jay T Dogzone says that looking needy drives chicks away. That could also apply to random nerds that pop into his house. So Ice King coughs into his fist, looking away. "I mean, I'm like the most popular guy around. I gotta check my schedule to make sure I'm free."
Ice King gets to his feet, pretending to search his sleeves for a notebook. He pulls out a stale sandwhich, with hints of mold around the edges. Eh. Close enough. He flips the sandwhich open, running a finger down a crusty slice of cheese like it's got a list of names.
Out the corner of his eyes, Ice King watches the nerdy guy stand back up. "Okay, you do that. I can make us some lunch. How does chicken soup sound to you?"
Ice King drops his sandwhich as he turns around to face the nerdy guy. "You can make chicken soup??"
The nerdy guy smiles, and okay. Maybe Ice King was a little too judgy. For a nerd, he has a pretty nice smile - it's a nicer expression than he's used to seeing, that's for sure.
"It's my favorite soup. It's a cure all for whenever I need to feel better."
Yeah. That makes sense to Ice King. But... "I don't know... I'm on this diet... I can't go ruining my hot summer bod."
The nerdy guy sighs the way Marcy sometimes sighs whenever she talks to him. But he doesn't look ready to shout or yell at him. No, nerdy guy keeps that soft look on his face. Actually, the look gets a little softer. Man, if Ice King had a look like that, he'd be mobbed by princesses.
"I can put in a lot of veggies. You can stick to your diet. Don't you worry about a thing."
Wow. That's just so nice. Ice King squints at him. There must be catch. "Waaait, I know your game, mister nerdy guy."
To his credit, the nerdy guy has the poker face of a mountain. "I am almost certain that you don't."
But it's too late. Ice King connected the dots. "The suit. The charming smile. The affable conversation. You're a door to door salesman!"
The nerdy guy snorts.
"You can't fool me! I see through your salesman schemes! Well, I'm not buying whatever you're hawking! Go bother someone else!"
The nerdy guy continues to stay put. "Okay, you got me. I'm a door to door salesman."
Ice King gasps. "I knew it!!!"
"You're very clever, Ice King. But you don't have to buy anything from me. Just listen to my sales pitch over a nice bowl of chicken soup. That doesn't sound too bad, right?"
Ice King wrinkles his nose. "You can try. But I have the mind of a fox! You won't get a dime from me!"
Then he shoves past the nerdy guy towards the kitchen. That guy must be really behind his quota because he follows Ice King despite his ruined sales schemes. And to his credit, the guy does make him chicken soup. Ice King didn't even realize that he had all the ingredients. But he does vaguely remembers Marceline stopping by some time ago, and dropping off a bunch of paper bags.
The nerdy guy may be terrible at his job, but he cooks a decent soup. And Ice King patiently waits for his sales pitch but the guy starts talking about random stories - good stories too.
"You're pretty funny for a nerd," Ice King announces. "I like the story where you swallowed a bug on accident! That one's my favorite."
"I figured you would," the nerdy guy replies as he collects their empty bowls.
"Are you leaving? Already?" The Ice King sits up. He was feeling all warm and cozy from all that chicken soup (with lots of veggies as promised). But now, panic seizes him like he hoped a woman would one day - hard and sharp and taking his breath away. "You can't! You haven't sold me anything!"
The nerdy guy shakes his head. "No, no, no. I'm just cleaning up."
"Oh..." Ice King slumps. After that shot of adrenaline, he now feels all sorts of tired.
The nerdy guy comes closer, to loop an arm around Ice King's shoulders. "Hey, if you need to take a nap or something, I won't mind."
Oh, a nice touch. Yes, this is nice. It's kinda like a hug, even if this nerdy guy is taking him somewhere. Is he about get kidnapped? Or locked in the closet? Held for ransom? Well, joke's on him! No one would pay out for Ice King.
He likes the kind-of hug though. He giggles softly to himself. His spine is all tingly and the nerdy guy is just so warm. So he lets himself be taken to wherever this nerd wants - which is apparently the bedroom. Oh. OH!
As if reading his mind, the nerdy guy rolls his eyes. "No, you need rest. When was the last time you slept through the night?"
"Oh, so you're into that, huh?" Ice King waggles his eyebrows. "Hey no shame here! You like what you like! Here, I can set the stage for you!"
Ice King flaps himself over the bed, settling in. He catches the nerdy guy pinch his brow before he firmly closes his eyes.
"How in the world did I survive this long acting like this?" He hears the guy mutter to himself.
Ice King doesn't know what he means but he's patient. He's sure everything will work out. Except then he hears footsteps going out the room. His eyes snap open.
"Hey, wait a minute! I thought we were gonna do some fun stuff! Where you going?" Realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning. He flies out of the bed and tackles the nerdy guy.
They both go crashing to the floor. The nerdy guy shouts as he barely avoids hitting his head.
"You're gonna rob me, aren't you? This was just an elaborate scheme to take all my worldly possessions and also my Guntie!"
"Ice King, get off!"
Ice King grabs hold of the guy's collar, shaking him. "You can't have him! You can do anything you want to me-"
"And I'm sure you's like that-"
"But not to my Guntie!"
"Ice King!" The nerdy guy manages to pry Ice King's hands off him, using his leg as leverage push him away. "How are you so strong when you've got the muscles of an anorexic teenager? Geez!"
"Hey!" Now that's just uncalled for. Ice King pulls himself away to flex his arms. "I'll have you know that I have a rock solid bod. Check out these guns!"
The nerdy guy groans. With Ice King no longer pinning him down, he sits up and cradles his face in his hands. "Honestly, what am I doing? There's no reaching him. It's impossible!"
Tch. Okay. Weirdo. What nonsense is he talking about now? Ice King turns away as clearly, no one is appreciating a masterpiece when they see one. Actually, isn't it about time for another workout? When wast the last time he lifted weights? Two hours ago? Two weeks? He better get on it.
He gets to his home gym and starts searching for his dumbbells. It's like those things grow feet whenever he's not looking. As he searches through his scattered stuff, he sees the nerdy guy walk into the room.
"Oh, you're still here? Man, you got nowhere to go or what? Are you homeless, is that it?"
The nerdy guy is staring at him again, not answering. Ice King wrinkles his nose. Seriously, what is this guy's damage? Hmph. He goes back to rooting through his piles of weights, tangled jump ropes, and other assorted exercise tools. Wait. What was he looking for again?
"Are you happy, Ice King?"
"No," he replies because that's an easy question - easier than figuring out what the hay he was looking for, at least. "Sometimes, I get very sad, and I don't know why."
Then Ice King looks at the nerdy guy and now he gets to staring at him. He's not young - man, check out those wrinkles, and that suit has seen better days. Did he get into a wrestling match wearing that? And he just looks wiped out - look at those arms and legs - skinnier than a chicken bone. Ah. That's it.
"You're homeless, ain't you? You got fired from your job and now you're depressed. I see how it is." Ice King nods. "You came to the right place! I know a thing or two about picking yourself up after a good cry. Just stick with me and you learn something!"
The nerdy guy blinks. "That's almost nice of you."
"I mean, you just look so pathetic. It's kinda hard not to offer."
The nerdy guy snorts. "Thanks, Ice King."
"I know just the thing to help!" He flies out of the room, towards his den.
He finally got the TV working again after Gunther broke the screen. The picture isn't the best, a little less saturated, but that's fine. He doesn't need high definition TV to watch his soaps.
Like before, the nerdy guy has no trouble finding him as he searches through his tapes. He's got quite the collection. He doesn't know how got so much but he sure has a lot. He gestures at the nerdy guy to sit on the couch - it's a couch made of ice but it's good for some binge watching.
Ice King scoops up a bunch of tapes and pops one in the VHS player before settling nice and cozy next to the nerdy guy. It's pretty sweet to have someone warm to cuddle with. Sometimes, Marceline stops by and sits with him for a little while, but she's not very warm at all. That makes his chest hurt for some reason. He thinks Marceline should have all the warmth in the world. Heck, he should introduce this guy to her. They could become good friends and he can stop squatting at his place.
... Maybe later...
Right now, this guy is just letting him snuggle and Ice King will take what he can get. Again, it's like the nerdy guy reads his mind because he shifts a bit so Ice King can fully lean on him. Wow. This is great. This is what - first tier? But that's okay. Every tier is special and good.
Sometime between episodes of Full House, the Golden Girls, and finally Cheers, Ice King nods off. When he wakes up, he's alone on the couch with a blanket tucked around him. The TV is still on but now there's a brick through the screen. Ice King gasps as he sees a shameless Gunther standing next to the scene of his crime. He immediately sits up but before he can say the first word of his lecture, he shivers a little.
That's a little weird. He doesn't get cold. But... He gets the distinct sense that for good couple hours - maybe even half a day - he was warm.
"Wenk."
Ice King shakes his head, lifting himself all the way off his couch. "Gunther! What have I told you about the TV? Stop messing with my stuff!"
"Wenk."
"Enough of your sass! Hey, don't you walk away from me!"
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Several decades into the future, Simon sits by a window overlooking the Candy Kingdom. Marceline hovers behind him, one hand reaching out but never quite touching.
"Are you sure you're okay? I've told Bonnie to be more careful with her experiments!"
Simon shrugs. "Oh, don't worry about it, Marcy. I'm okay. It was just a little time displacement."
Marcy only frowns harder. "And where did you go anyways?"
Simon grabs hold of her hanging hand, squeezing her fingers gently. "I got to meet the Ice King, face to face, in all his glory."
Marcy makes a full body wince. "Oh, that's rough. Do we need to schedule an extra session with Minerva?"
Simon chuckles, shaking his head. "No, in fact, I'm feeling a bit better. Ice King was a troublesome guy, but he... He was just a guy. He could be nice in all the ways he could be mean."
Marcy breathes out slowly, squeezing Simon's hand back. "And... And you didn't..."
Simon shakes his head slowly. "No... I thought about it. The whole time I was there. I could yell and scream at him, just really let him have it. But I think... I think I've been angry at him for long enough."
Marcy has no reply to this, simply drags him close for a hug. Simon falls into her embrace, something tender and sweet and just a little hurt settling between his lungs. It's the ache of a sore limb after a long workout, muscle fibers stretching and snapping into something stronger.
#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#marceline the vampire queen#ice king#needs a tighter finish
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JOKER OUT STOŽICE - REVIEW
Sorry for this review coming out this late. I know the album has been out for me for the past 14 hours, but 1. Fandom is not my life priority and 2. Yesterday I was close to collapsing due to dehydration, hunger, and lack of sleep so I hope you understand why I'm putting this out now (I'm okay)
Sunny Side Of London
I don't have a lot to comment on because we already had this song, but I'll never not say that SSOL live is so much better than the studio version ESPECIALLY because of the ending. We don't get 30 seconds of emptiness but we get a wholeass show!
Gola
The perfect transition???? I didn't notice the song changed.
I love how you can hear the people singing along
ZA NAJYU
I got ads between songs -_- (3, I hate you Spotify)
Bele Sanje
Uuu u uu
Bele Sanje my beloved
no lala :(
guitars :)
THE TRANSITION
IT'S SO GOOD
IT'S LIKE BEING THERE
Plastika
Bojan's interpretation is so good.
He didn't get too invested - which could be bad because he could lose the vocal aspect - but instead he did just enough for us to get the message and keep the quality, which I love(I hope this makes sense)
PLAAAASTIKA
Ads...
Proti Toku
See, I think on this one he was close to cross the line of "too much interpretation".
Kris' voice???? Audible??? 👀
Dopamin
My baby <3
Inject Kris' back vocals in my veins
ZAMEEE
I had to take a break to go groccery shopping and have lunch
Padam
it's so good live...it has no right
It was the best song in the Madrid gig and I can say it sounds just as good here
You can hear the guitars so clearly
Idk if it's just me, but I would think people would be quiet during this song because it's so depressing, but it sounds nice either way.
BOJAN'S INTERPRETATION>>>>>>
FUCKING ADS
Demoni
They still need to make the break between Padam and Demoni longer, imo. We need time to process our feelings.
DEMONI SCREAM
KAD NEMAN TEBE
Katrina
POVEJ MI KATRINA
Don't mind me, I'm just doing a quick google search on how to have JO's discography in my veins
A sem ti povedal
HELLO???? THIS INTRO!???
My mom called me to help with shores halfway through it -_-
The isolation of Bojan's voice IS SUCH A GOOD CHOICE
Bojan stop trying to make me cry
The solo owns my life
I need Kris' voice to be louder for a true duet
ADS AGAIN
Omamljeno Telo
I love you so much
in.my.veins.now
Kot Scre, Ki Kri Poganja
FINALLY ON SPOTIFY
Martin in the credits 🥹
BOJAN SAYING MARTIIIIN
Metulji
6 MINUTES!?
It's such an important song to me, so I don't mind
This song is like a massage in my head. Does it make sense?
KRIS?????
JAN SOLO
ADS, ADS, I'M TOO POOR FOR SPOTIFY PREMIUM
Vse Kar Vem
Live is the only proper way to listen to this song
I really wish Kris mic's volume was just a bit higher
"Brave Oceana"
Ah yes, my favourite Batman In song
I love that a SEA of people sang a part on their own.
Get it? Get i-*gunshots*
JURE MAČEK
ads...
Ngvot
I refuse to spell the whole name and I hate that each word starts in caps
KRIS SINGING ON SPOTIFY IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE
HIS TI PA BARVO LAS
"what brings you to Ljubljana?" IT'S YOU
the fact that yesterday I was even talking about how last year I wanted to do Erasmus this year in Ljubljana and I say "nO, because nobody speaks or knows slovenian"...oh boy (sometimes I'm dumb)
I WAS SO HYPED FOR THIS
FOR TWO FUCKING VERSES
"Ya ya"?
Vem Da Greš
Tbf, it's still the song I probably care for the least. I only listen to it from time to time.
ad...
Ne Bi Smel
Jure's soooooolo
so good
oh, okay, kris? wanna make this a duet?
Ona
HELLO, THE INTRO!? FGWYFJFHWDJL
Petition for Kris' to sing the female Ona voice
omg...what's this? AN AD!?
Tokio
TVOJ KORAKI
Tokio will never not have a special place on my heart
I want whatever universe Tokio is in my life
Umazane Misli
In my veins, nowx2
Oh, someone actually go to sing it?
Also, I love how they still let everyone sing the chorus multiple times
Novi Val
...
Novi Val.
That's it.
I can't describe it.
ONE LAST AD EVERYONE
Carpe Diem
AH-AH-AH
IT SOUNDS SO GOOD
HIS HVALA LEPA LAUGH
IT'S SO GOOD TO WRAP IT UP
I WANNA CRY
DEFINITELY ONE OF MY FAVORITES
<3 hvala lepa fantje for my making my year better
The bass??? hello???
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TPS Part 1: Toby's Letter
Ah'm a slow, 11 year old, southern boy wit a strong accent. Mah momma died when Ah was 5 so mah Pop's been raisin me by 'emself ever since. It ain't always been easy cause fer some reason Ah ain't like other boys. Sometimes shoes make mah feet hurt, a buncha people talkin makes me wanna run an hide, an if thangs jus don't go mah way Ah jus wanna cry. But today Ah'm doin well. Mah clothes feel good an nothin's too loud fer me. Even when Ah'm eatin breakfast, Ah'm feelin good. Ah see Pop comin in the kitchen with a letter.
"Son ya got a fancy letter today."
"Oh, gosh! Who'd be writin' a real fancy letter ta me? Ain't like Ah'm special. Did it say where it's from?"
"It done got sent from a fancy British wizard school, Hogwarts. Yer gonna be learnin magic."
Ah get real confused by it. We ain't in British. We're in Florida. Ah'm startin ta think this ain't real cause we don't even get mail till later in the day.
"How'd it get here?"
"Burrowin owl dropped it off by mah window."
Ah squint at Pop. Ah ain't ever seen an owl jus hang out by Pop's window let lone send 'em mail.
"Oh, yer jokin' wit me, Pop. Ain't no fancy school out there that teaches magic. Ah wanna hear ya read it ta me."
"Dear Mr. Kwimper, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
"Well doggone tha's a real letter. Does this Hogwarts school got a place ta stay? Ah ain't gonna be able ta sleep on no wood floors."
Ah start shakin mah head cause Ah slept on wood floors before. Mah head done hurt an Ah ain't stopped cryin till Pop picked me up an put me on his lap. He done tol me Ah's sleepwalkin so he made sure ta wrap me in a special blanket so Ah won't do that no more.
"They's got a dorm for all 'em kids. You's gotta take a special train jus fer gettin ta Hogwarts."
Ah start ta rock in mah chair cause Ah'm gettin excited.
"Wow! Do Ah gotta wear a fancy schmancy uniform, too?"
"We's gotta read the list Ms. Gonagall gave us so's we find everythin ya need son. Ah'm fixin ta make sure ya got robes that don't make ya meltdown."
Pop says meltdown an Ah 'member when he bought me clothes fer mah first day a school last year. Everythang done made mah skin itch an Pop had ta pay money fer grandmomma ta make me special clothes that don't make me cry. Her an granddaddy live in a nursin home in Orlando so we went on a big road trip ta get it. Ah ain't ever met momma's parents but Ah know the special blanket Pop wraps me in came from 'em.
"Here's the list. Gotta read it good son."
Ah start readin it an it's a real long list mah eyes start glazin over so's Ah start readin it out loud cause Ah 'member things better doin it like that.
"First-year students'll require: Three sets a plain black robes, a plain pointed black hat fer day wear, a pair a protective dragon hide gloves, an a black winter cloak wit silver fastin's. Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags."
Ah blink a couple times an look at Pop.
"Ah really gotta wear all this Pop? Ah don't wanna wear clothes that got itchy name tags cause then Ah'm gonna be cryin cause it's gonna make mah skin itch."
"Ah ain't gonna make the name tags itch, Toby. Ya ain't gotta wear it all at once. We's jus gotta make sure ya got 'em so yer ready. Don't wanna have ya goin ta a wizardin school nekked. Now keep on readin yer list."
Ah nod mah head a couple times an try findin mah spot again.
"All students should have a copy a each a the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History a Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginner's Guide ta Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs an Fungi, Magical Drafts an Potions, an The Dark Forces: A Guide ta Self-Protection. Tha's a lotta books Pop. Ah dunno if Ah'm gonna be able ta read 'em all."
"We ain't gonna know what ya need 'em fer till ya get yer schedule. Jus keep goin son."
Ah start rubbin the letter again so Ah don't lose mah place.
"1 wand, 1 pewter standard size 2 cauldron, 1 set a glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope an a 1 set a brass scales. Pop wha's a vial?"
He taps his head ta think. Vial sounds like a fancy word fer somethin.
"Somethin like a bottle son. Gotta be a fancy bottle cause ya ain't gonna be jus workin wit water."
"Ah guess ya make sense Pop."
Mah finger traces over the final lines a the letter.
"Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad. PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK."
Pop pats mah head an he's smilin which Ah think's a good thang. Ah think Ah also said the last part a the letter too loudly.
"So how's we gonna be payin fer this Pop. A lotta stuff we gotta get if Ah'm goin ta the wizardin school."
"Doncha worry son. Wizardin money ain't the same as our money. We's gonna do good."
"Wow. Ah ain't never even thought bout gettin a new pair a socks before. Pop, Ah gotta get there. How'm Ah gonna get there? Ah don't have no owl."
Ah start rubbin mah hands which Ah always start doin when Ah'm gettin nervous bout somethin.
"We's gotta move ta the UK when ya done wit your schoolin this year Toby."
"We's movin'?"
"We's got Kwimper kin in Ireland. Gonna be boardin with em."
Mah hands keep rubbin faster. Ireland's jus so far ways from Florida Ah'm kinda gettin scared.
"Ah don't wanna live in Ireland, Pop. There ain't any sweet tea there. Wha bout grandmomma an granddaddy? Ain't they gonna be sad that we're leavin?"
"Sure but they's got plenty a ponds full a frogs an toads fer ya son. They ain't gonna be sad Toby. Once they see yer letter they're gonna want ya ta go. Grandpa always said ya need ta go ta a special school meant ta help ya."
Ah start gettin excited. Pop thinks it's funny when Ah go from bein all scared ta bein happy. Maybe he knows it's cause everythang goes from bein scary ta bein fun so long's ya talk bout it right.
"They's got froggies an toadies there?"
"Mhm. Gotta have a pet ta bring so's ya can find a toad or frog there."
"Yipppeee! Okay, Ah'll find the smallest, quietest, cutiest lil froggie that there ever was an Ah'm gonna love it, an hug it, an give it a name! Ah'm gonna take it ta school!"
Ah'm wigglin in mah chair now. Wizardin school's soundin way more fun than regular schoolin.
"We's gonna have a lotta fun learnin bout the wizardin world. Lotta adventures ta have."
"Ah guess Ah got a whole school year fer learnin' magic an catchin' toadies! Boy howdy!"
Pop pats mah head an Ah start tryna ta calm down. Pattin mah head seems ta help when Ah get all excited. Thinkin bout froggies an toadies jus make me wanna wiggle.
"Now finish eatin so's we can get ya to school."
"Oh! Ok Pop."
Ah finish mah breakfast an hurry ta put on mah shoes an start ta follow Pop ta the car.
"Ah better remember the whole list! Ah ain't gonna be one a 'em kids who ain't ready fer school cause they ain't read the list."
"Got plenty a time ta learn the whole list son."
After we leave the house an head down the road tagether Ah start talkin again. Ah jus gotta get it all outta mah mouth cause now Ah'm too excited.
"Ya said there'd be a special train to Hogwarts, Pop. Wha's that mean?"
"Means only Hogwarts kids get ta ride on it."
"Well, how'd they know who the Hogwarts kids are, Pop?"
"You's gonna be gettin a special ticket tellin ya where ta go. Only Hogwarts students an kin can go ta that part of the station."
Ah ain't been on a train before. Ah only seen 'em go on by when Pop'd take me shoppin in the main town. Ah ain't even known what a train ticket'd look like.
"Ah get a ticket? Can Ah see it, Pop?"
He chuckles which probably means Ah done got somethin wrong.
"Ah ain't got it yet. We's gonna get the ticket durin the summer."
"Aww... But you'll gimme the ticket right when we get it?"
"Course Ah'm gonna give it ta ya. Ya only got yer letter cause ya turned 11 last week."
This is so much ta think bout. Ah can't even wait ta get ta Hogwarts.
"Ah can't wait fer mah own magic ta happen! Pop, have ya ever used magic?"
He looks down an Ah wonder if Ah done said the wrong thing.
"No Ah don't son."
"But ya know 'bout it. Why don't ya do magic?"
He keeps pattin mah head.
"Ah ain't been born wit it son. It happens."
"Oh, Ah get it."
Mah mind starts ta wander. How's it that Ah been doin magic an no one done tol me bout it.
"When mah own magic starts to happen, do Ah jus say a magic word or somethin an it happens?"
"Been makin magic happen past couple a days. Tha's why you's gotta be kept calm so's ya don't get meltdowns."
Ah gotta be quiet cause everythang Pop done tol me's gotta be thought through. Ah musta got mah magic last week cause Ah sure don't 'member doin tricks.
"Pop? Will they make it so's Ah won't have meltdowns no more?"
"Might get better when you's grown. That's why Ah've been tellin ya ta use yer times tables."
Ah blink a little an feel kinda sad. Ah thought magic'd be able ta do anythin but Ah guess it ain't like that.
"Oh. So Ah can go ta Hogwarts an learn magic even if Ah'm slow?"
"Tha's right."
Pop an Ah make it ta school. Ah'm feelin better now that we's had our talk.
"Now you's have a good day son. Ah'll pick ya up later."
"Ok Pop. Ah'll be good."
"Tha's mah boy. Jus get through these final months then we's gonna be movin ta the wizardin world. Don't go tellin yer friends though cause they'll jus get jealous."
Ah jus can't stop smilin. Ah hope mah teacher don't get mad cause Ah'm too busy thinkin bout bein a real wizard.
"Bye Pop!"
Ah head out the car an inta the schoolyard ta find mah friends. As much as Ah'll miss 'em Ah jus can't wait ta move ta the wizardin world.
AN: Shout out to @arrolyn1114 for helping me proofread.
Tagging my followers: @nemos-rapture, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @alienelvisobsession and @hooked-on-elvis.
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While I’m still working on the climax of part 8 (there’s a lot of strong emotions involved, and I really want to capture them as best as I can), here’s a little preview of what’s coming.
Part 8 will be up tomorrow night since I have the day off to do all my final rewrites and edits. I will probably spend the whole day on it, honestly.
In the meantime, enjoy this little sneak peak!
** Also, I can’t respond to comments because of the glitch, so if you post a question here, I swear I’m not ignoring you! **
“You know, it’s very rare to find a friend like Chrissy. We’ve been best friends since the first grade. The first grade. The teacher partnered us together for an assignment, and we just hit it off right away. It was effortless with her. As easy as breathing. We spent the whole afternoon talking and laughing, getting absolutely nothing done, and it’s been that way ever since. I swear, it’s like we’re in our own little world sometimes. We shut everyone else out, forget about all our problems, and just relax for a while… as long as we can. She’s the only one I’ve ever been able to do that with, and I’m assuming it’s the same for her; otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept me around for so long. And honestly that surprised me, too. I mean, you hear about girls dropping their childhood friends once they get a taste of popularity, but not Chris. No, she didn’t change at all. We still eat lunch together every day. Still walk home together every day. Sleepovers every Saturday, and then we hang out all day Sunday. It’s like a ritual at this point, and I think we’re both too afraid to break it. It’s like we think the world will end or something.” You laughed at that for a minute, then frowned.
“We’re going to different schools next year. That wasn’t the plan, of course. We were both supposed to go to Evansville together, live it up, have the time of our lives, but now she’s the only one going. Chris thinks it’s because I didn’t get in, but the truth is… I never even applied. I don’t wanna go to college with her. I can’t go to college with her. And I know that’s sounds really selfish. Probably makes me seem like a total bitch, but… My whole identity is wrapped up in Chrissy Cunningham. From the time we became friends, she has defined me. I have no name anymore. I’m simply Chrissy’s best friend. And what, I have to spend another four years like that? Another forty? When I die, is that what’s gonna be engraved on my tombstone? I have nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and cry about it. I’ve spent the last twelve years living in Chrissy’s shadow, and it’s slowly killing me. And it’s not her fault. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s amazing, and I love her, but… I need to find out who I am… apart from her.”
You breathed out the words and watched them drift away. This was the first time you’d ever spoken such treachery out loud. Until now, it had been trapped inside of you like a poison, and now that it was out, a small part of you was afraid. Afraid Chrissy might’ve heard you. Afraid that all your rituals had now been undone. The spell was broken, and now the world around you would cease to exist. Fires. Earthquakes. Floods. Famine. You sat there for a minute, listening for the sounds of screaming and panic, but there was nothing… just Spandau Ballet.
You turned your head, caught Eddie Munson’s wide-eyed stare. “I’m sorry, were you asking me a question?”
“Uhh… just… what your plans are after high school.”
Your face flushed. “Oh, right…” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down. “Umm, college. In way too many words, college. Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. What about you?”
Eddie pounded his fist on his knee. “I… have no idea. I guess I’ll be at the world’s mercy.”
“You’re not gonna pursue your music?”
“Well, yeah, I’m gonna try… but the odds of making it are basically, y’know, zero.” He formed a goose egg with his hand, then made it explode with a flick of his fingers. “With my luck, I’m probably gonna end up sharing a prison cell with my old man.”
“Don’t say that,” you said, sickened.
“I’m just kidding…”
“Yeah, you are, but you aren’t, so… stop.” Your voice was soft but emphatic. It made Eddie look at you in surprise. “I remember how you would get whenever your dad was out on parole. It was like night and day. You became a completely different person.”
Once, while you were all leaving Scottie’s house after a D&D session, Eddie saw his dad’s beat-up car sitting on the curb and, instantly, all the color drained from his face. Then he said, I gotta go, guys, and he skipped the next two sessions.
“You always swore you wouldn’t end up like him, so… swear it, Eddie. Swear you’ll never end up like him.”
Your glare was earnest and desperate.
Eddie sighed, surrendering to it. “I’ll never end up like him. I promise.”
“Good,” you said. “And don’t make anymore jokes like that either because you’re not that funny, Munson.”
“Okay,” said Eddie with a faint smile. “From now on, I’ll leave all the jokes to you.”
#preview#this is just for you guys#thank you for being so patient while I obsess over small details#you’re all amazing#also I seriously love when she calls him Eddie and not Munson#it’s so rare but so sweet#sneak peek
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Episode 22 3o❤️s
I've just been sitting here rotating them in my mind so I'm gonna do another episode
What I love about podcasts is how they make me permanently associated a certain feeling with this opening music in a pure Pavlovian response. The absolute adrenaline hit I got from the Desperado opening music was craaazya an now three of Hearts makes me 🥰🥰🥰
Essay's ability to repeat the word "crystallis's" is astounding.
Namesake AND relative. Okay. Okay okay okay I'm normal I'm so normal!
Diamond agreeing with the plan or not is the difference between consensual kidnapping and uhhhh kidnapping.
"If diamond doesn't trust queer creeper we might be able to get away with just heisting diamond, we don't need diamonds cooperation" HFODGSODGKZVSZ THATS JUST KIDNAPPING BUT OKAY!!!
"we can kidnap diamond consensually or by force" 😂😂😂😂 okay I get this as like a witness protection thing but damn
"a find my phone but for the people you've adopted" VDODHKSBSKD. I love this podcast about vellum, spar, and their strange child who is their age
Loving this strange shadowy room that definitely has nothing lurking in the corner
"STANDING IN THE CORNER IS A PERSONS OUTLINE" BECAUSE OF COURSE
Bxksgskdgs he says EXCUSE ME
NOT THE STEALTH CHECK JOKER IM DEAD
A HILARIOUS introduction to voracity
Ipswitch is such a nerd... WHEEEEW GETTING CAUGHT IN THAT WAS NAAAARROWLY AVOIDED
I get this nagging feeling that no matter what diamond is not gonna be with the agents by the time shit shakes out.
"diamond has a method of circumventing free will" is diamond altered? This was definitely mentioned in just not sure. But that means they mind controlled Kurt or something, right? I wonder if voracity can suck people's alterations out of them or something.
Ooooh locate person spell yeah...
Spar just *goes*...yeah. yeah that's spar. Go get 'er!
"if something happens and spar gets murdered, whatever" NOT WHATEVER. I WILL CRY
Here I am like oh, I love this little fight it is so cute and harmless and really shows off who they are as people so nicely and then—
"are you saying I'm not a good enough fields agent?"
"yes. I am" spar noooo
VELLUM PUNCHES HIM? OKAY KING MAYBE NOT THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE EMOTIONALLY BUT IM SO HERE FOR THIS. THE DRAMA. TAKE NO INSULTS!
TWO SUCCESS TO PUNCH. TWO TO RESTRAIN. OH MY GOD.
"and kaolin vellum can't throw a fucking punch" okay part is me is SO MAD right now but the larger part is me is eating up all this info about spar, I didn't know he got like this
JAKUB THIS IS NOT GREAT TIMING IM FUCKING DEAAAAD.
'if you're gonna be dead can I at least uhhhh do my job?'
"This is what I'm for" ugh. Ugh. OUCH.
"I care too much about you for you to get hurt, you know that right?"
"SPAR DID NOT KNOW THAT"
... "HE DOESNT WANNA HAVE TO TELL ANY OF THE OTHER FELSPARS THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO SPAR WHEN HE WASNT THERE" OH IM SHAKING.
I was warned about this episode but I was not warned
"You got it kid. Sir" that's cute.
Wow I have so many emotions in my body right now.
HE CHECKS HIS TIE AND DIEBDKDBSKDBDISVS
"be careful"
"I always am"
"that's a lie—DAMMIT SPAR"
But the cheek kiss. Oh my god the cheek kiss. I feel like people get so wrapped up in mouth-kisses that they sometimes forget the simple shit like hugs and kisses on the cheek can be just as emotionally impactful if not more in context. The cupping his face. This. mmmmmmmmmmMMMM!!!!!!!
God I love them. I love them. I love them so much.
Spar and Xbala's friendship is so precious. Everyone is so precious. I'm gonna cry. but SPAR STOP DUCKING JOKING ABOUT THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE LOVED! GODDAMN!
I'm still loving the groove, this time I am bopping and weeping.
Okay but thinking about a last name in a hypothetical marriage that they hypothetically decide to want they'd probably keep theirs??? For work reasons?? But idk. I was just thinking that "Velspar" is a cool shit name. Kaoliam. Merlin. Maybe not merlin fksgsksgdjdgs
[spar bakes tiny pixie sized cakes for Sorel as he organizes her birthday yearly, doesn't org. His own lets someone else. He's confident in his cakes but otherwise can't really cook]
Ipswitch is a mood, I also love tasks.
Maybe my volume is slightly higher than normal but this end of midtro music seemed extra groovy
It just hit me that there was no heavy content warning at the start of this episode so spar's fine at least for now. I'm not feeling particularly anxious today but knowing that would definitely help a lot of j was :D
"she's not gonna blow up the car" awhhhh
I know he's fine and I'm still worried, but like, in an exciting way
He cuts the radio station in half <3.
I'm imagining Anya giving the guards bad legal advice because I think it's funny. Anya is a "vengeance is best served cold" kinda gal
I love spar saying he wants to pick Anya up because I know she is the size of maybe 2 footballs (exaggeration)
I LOVE THAT THEY KIDNAPPED CARNATION ALSO LMAO. sorry you got muzzled tho bestie that makes me sad....
How are we transporting carnation in the sedan? Or maybe carnation is just really fucking fast because pigs are fucking scary. And then this one has ANTLERS oh my god. I also need to draw carnation
Eughhhh I don't like where this incoming car is going
There are animatics in my head of all the fight scenes that I will never be able to make but know that they are VERY cool.
I WAS SO FUCKING SCARED ABOUT VORACITY BUT THE FUCKING BEARTRAP LMAOOOOOOO
This does imply voracity has some sort of physical ability maybe.
>:( the hosts need to stop being funny they keep making jokes before I can make the jokes. But still "playing whatever card game is the gayest" is SO much fun.
The :0 face..... IPSWITCH!!!! ASK FOR AN ALTERNATIVE DATE OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD
the suits manual (which I know exists but I maintain does not exist exactly because it is funny) — "MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GODDEX" FFFFUCK.
One success has ME making peace with my goddex.
IMAGING GETTING A BEAR TRAP THROWN AT YOU
"IF NEEDED SPAR WILL FASTBALL SPECIAL ANYA TO THE CAR" 😂😂😂😂
SPAR SPAR SPAR SPAR SPAR STOP FUCKING BEING SELF SACRIFICIAL THAT IS A BLOOD SUCKING VAMPIRE MY MAN WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK SPAR WHAT THE FUCK
JORDAN THE MINUS ONE FLIP WHAT THE FUCK JORDAN WHAAAAAA
Oh shit cool sword shit I love cool sword shit.
THEIR BLOOOOOD TURNS TO STONE? THATS SO FUCKING COOL.
Spar I love you but your hubris —TWO JOKERS. The deck said "fuck you. The timeline."
Ooooh it won't kill a Felspar........SO HE'S GONNA FUCKING SHOOT THEM? VELLUM DEFINATELY DIDNT FUCKING AUTHORIZED THIS BUT I IMAGINE ITS ASSUMED—NO SUCCESSES
HHHHHOLLLLLY FUCK.
VORACITY KNOWS—FUCK YOU VORACITY STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS PARENTS FUCK YOU. CHRIST. GOD. THIS. HUPEHDLJM?
Xbala's gotta be fucking flooring it.
Wheeeeeeew. What a fucking episode. Fuck. Wow. Fuck.
@threeheartscast
#holy....wow. wow. wow wow wow. Wow. hooooooooo#edil chats#three of hearts pod#three of hearts#edil liveblogs three of hearts
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In loving memory
Chapter 4/?
(This a story about the events of Clay's death from Aaron's perspective)
"Clay, it's good to have you back"
It looks like Merlock's spell worked and Clay is normal again, still stone but at least he's not trying to kill us anymore
I have no idea what happened here but according to Lance Clay lost his memory and started calling himself "Calamity Clay" which is the funniest name I've ever heard I might start calling him that
The atmosphere finally feels lighter and even the people of Nothing Hill are happy, they're throwing a big celebration!
Oops I mean Stinkin' Rich And Happy Hill that's what they call it now, that's why there's a celebration! they're finally rich enough to buy their hill back
I know we went to the king's party not too long ago but I can't say no to parties, especially after all the crying we did last night
Besides we didn't have much fun at that party anyways, we can stay and enjoy the celebration a little
I don't even remember what I was worried about for the last few days, probably something stupid and not important
Everyone is smiling and laughing and eating uh whatever that thing is
I can even see Clay standing over there all happy, I should go talk to him haven't had the chance to in a while
"Yo wassup dude!"
"Aaron, hello!"
"How's my buddy 'Calamity Clay' doing"
"Oh gods Lance already told you didn't he"
"Yep and I'm never calling you anything else ever again"
"Great a new pet name"
"You got it Calamity dear"
I point finger guns at Clay and he giggles
I really missed his smile, I'm glad he's back
"So how were you doing when I was um you know dead? How did you manage leading the team?"
Oh right, that's what I was worried about
"Um, I was uh fine! Totally nailed it it was so easy"
"Oh great I struggled sometimes with leading the team and I was worried that it'd be the same for you"
"Pfft- you? Struggle? Yeah sure nice one Calamity"
"It's not a joke I'm serious being a leader is hard sometimes"
"Wait you're really serious? Like really actually for real?"
"Um yeah?"
"Huh"
I never knew Clay was capable of struggling at something
He always knew what to do I never even considered that he might feel like this
And he still did all of that while literally dying? man this guy's hardcore
But he should be able to take a break now that I'm leader right?
Or will he be leader again since he's back?
Should I ask him? But it'd look like I'm trying to dump my responsibility onto him I don't want Clay to think I can't handle leadership
Well, I can't but he doesn't need to know that!
Should I just assume that I'm still leader until he says otherwise?
Wait what if he decided to be leader again when he sees how much of an incompetent leader I am? That'd be even worse
Aaaaaa what do I say
"Hello? Aaron you still there??"
"What?"
"You zoned out are you ok? Is Something on your mind?"
"No, I'm fine don't worry"
I better change the subject before I start overthinking it
"Actually we ran into Jestro nearby I don't know what he's doing but he must be planning something"
"Jestro? We must stop him now-"
"Hey hey calm down dude these guys haven't had a chance to relax in a while we can stop Jestro after the celebration he can wait"
"...Alright we can stay a little longer but we have to stop Jestro as soon as possible"
Clay's being way more responsible than me right now what am I doing still being in charge
Damn it, I'm still overthinking it
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Back at the fortress everyone is smiling and telling Clay how good it is to have him back
I missed this the sound of laughter the others' liveliness and everyone finally not being miserable for once
But I don't know how long it'll last Jestro is still out there with his mysterious evil plan
What if we lose someone again there certainly won't be any laughter after that
Man, why can't I just enjoy the moment? Do I have to make everything depressing?
"Hey, Aaron we're going to take Clay on a joyride wanna join?"
"Huh? Oh, no thanks I'm feeling a little tired"
Oh no why is Clay making that expression
"Aaron, are you ok? You seem a little down?"
"Yeah totally I'm o-"
"He's probably sad he's gonna have to sleep in his own bed again"
"SHUUSH!"
How does he know that?
"Wait what?"
"Yeah every night he sleeps in your bed"
"Hugging one of your shirts"
"Your room is basically his at that point"
"SHUT UP!"
How do they all know about this??
"Come on Aaron he's your boyfriend what are you getting embarrassed for"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
I can feel my face going red
"Well you can still sleep in my bed if you want it's not like I'll be using it anyways"
"OH MY GODS!"
I walk away Before anyone says another word
How do they even know that stuff? I made sure to always sleep after everyone and get up before them do they get up in the middle of the night just to watch me sleep? What else do they know? I can't have privacy here anymore
I hope their joyride makes them forget this we finally got Clay back and then they embarrass me in front of him?
I thought we were friends! Not cool!
"Hey, Aaron!"
Oh no not Clay
"Aaron wait I wanna talk"
I take a deep breath trying to stop my face from being so red
"Oh yeah? Great I love talking my favourite activity which I like to do often yup nothing better than talking"
Now I'M embarrassing myself
"I'm sorry about the others they didn't mean to embarrass you I promise"
"I know I know I might be overreacting"
"Also I'm serious you can sleep in my bed if yo-"
"Get out of my face Calamity don't you have a joyride to get to??"
"Oh yeah well aren't you going?"
"Nah I told you I'm tired, break some stuff on my behalf won't ya?"
"I'll do my best"
"Come on dude you can't fuck up breaking stuff especially when you're made of stone"
"Alright Alright I'll break ONE thing for you"
"Thanks"
I turn around and head to my room
"Aaron!"
Welp gotta make a stop
"Yes?"
"I love you"
"Love you too Calamity"
Each of us goes on their way
I'd love to go joyriding too but my head is too busy overthinking stuff
I'm starting to get a headache I won't be having any fun like that
I feel like this is going to be a long day
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I stand in the kitchen as chef Éclair watches me in horror
I don't know why he's so scared for I just put the coffee powder in my mug filled it with water from the sink and put it in the microwave I haven't burned anything
Yet
As soon as the microwave dings Éclair hands me the mug and pushes me out of the kitchen
"Go! I never wanna see you step foot here again! I CAN'T STAND WATCHING YOU MASSACRE MY EQUIPMENT AND INGREDIENTS LIKE THAT!"
Ok dude chill what did I even do? Can't a man get some coffee?
After some more scolding from the chef I head to the main room where I find Ava typing at her keyboard like always
Does she ever get up from that chair? She basically lives there
"Hey Ay whatcha doing"
"Trying to track down Jestro until the others are back, speaking of which why aren't you with them?"
"Oh you know though I might sit this one out"
"And what's that?"
She says pointing at my cup
"Coffee"
"Did you put some vodka shots in it or something?"
"What? No? It's just regular coffee"
"Wow who even are you?"
"What do mean??"
"The Aaron I know would rather have an energy drink instead of boring ol' coffee"
Well, maybe I'm not in an energy drink move? Maybe we ran out of energy drinks have you thought about that? Maybe I wanna try new stuff, Ava!
"You know what? I'm not gonna try to argue with you"
"Suit yourself, fake Aaron"
I go sit on the floor resting my back on Merlock's stand I'm sure he doesn't mind
Ava goes back to her keyboard I know she's doing a lot of work we couldn't have gotten that far without her but it all looks so boring
I can see Ava's point now, me? Watching her do work instead of going on a joyride with the others? Maybe she's right maybe I am a fake Aaron
Ava and Merlock keep talking about stuff with the castle's system and his digital memory or whatever I can't be bothered to pay attention
Luckily Robin comes back from who knows where he was
Finally! these guys are boring
"Hey, Aaron! I thought you went with the others?"
"Nah I'm still here"
"Aaron's been sitting around doing nothing and he's even drinking plain coffee"
"Woah! Who even are you?"
"That's what I said tell us where the real Aaron is you faker!"
"Yeah, he's gonna kick your butt once we find him!"
"Haha real funny you guys"
Robin sits on the ground next to me
"But seriously what's gotten into you? You're strange"
"Yeah yeah even I can't believe it but I guess being a leader changes you"
"If being leader did that to you then what about Caly what was he like before he became leader"
"Actually he was always like that it's kinda a him thing rather than a leader thing"
"Oh"
Robin thinks a little while I take a sip of coffee
"Wait so if I become a leader someday I'm gonna start acting like Clay too?"
"What do you mean 'too'? I'm not acting like Clay"
"Clay drinks coffee"
"Will you stop it with the coffee thing!"
I can't take it I get up
"I'm going to my room and I don't wanna talk with anyone until tomorrow"
"Sorry if I made you mad!"
"You're fine Robin don't worry about it"
I thought coffee was supposed to give me energy not make me even more tired
At least my head isn't hurting anymore
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Drinking that coffee was a bad idea
I can't sleep now but I'm still too tired to get up and do something
If I don't find anything to do soon I might start thinking and I hate it when I do that!
It's not helping that the bed feels weird
Lance was right I am sad about not sleeping in Clay's bed maybe if I pretend it is his I might get some shut-eye
I hear knocking on the door who's annoying me in the middle of the night??
"I don't wanna talk to anyone right now!"
The door opens
"Wow even me? That's cold Aaron"
"Oh it's you done with your 2 hours of sleep"
"As a matter of fact yes! but that's not the point I just wanted to check in on you"
"You got out of bed to make sure I'm fine? Awww Calamity babe you didn't have to"
He sits next to me, I'd sit up too but I don't think I have the energy too
"What did you do while we were out?"
"Oh nothing much just sat around"
He looks at the empty mug on the table
"What were you drinking I didn't know you liked... mug drinks?"
"I'd rather not talk about it... anyways what did you break?"
"I broke a house window"
"Woah cool! What did the owner say? Did they chase after you?"
"Well no it was an abandoned house"
"Laaaaame"
"Hey you only asked me to break stuff you didn't specify what kind of stuff"
"Yeah fair"
We're both silent as Clay runs his fingers through my hair
"Can't sleep?"
"Yeah it may or may not have to do with that mysterious 'mug drink' I had"
"Well I'm done sleeping for the night so you can sleep in my be-"
"Oh my gods Calamity stop talking about that!"
"Come on do you want me to tuck you in and sing you a lullaby?"
"Woooow I can't believe you'd do such a wonderful thing for me I'm reaaaally flattered yes Calamity tuck me in, sing me a lullaby and give me a kiss on the forehead please"
"Wait really?"
"Sarcasm, Calamity. Sarcasm"
"Oh"
Clay leans in and kisses my forehand
"Well even if that was sarcasm I'd still kiss you anyways"
"Oh my gods I love you so much"
"Love you too"
Caly lays down next to me
"Well, would it make you feel better if I sleep with you?"
"And ruin your only 2 hours of sleep a day schedule? How could I!"
"Maybe I can make an exception for you"
"Yeah I'd really love that"
"Is that sarcasm?"
"No"
"Good"
Clay pulls me in for a hug
Hugging him feels so different now I mean yeah he's literally a rock but he moves around like normal I expected him to at least be a little warmer cause man I didn't know rocks were that cold
"Hey Clay?"
"Clay? Who's that I thought I was Calamity Caly now"
"Dude I'm trying to be serious right now"
"Heh ok ok what were you gonna say?"
"Maybe I wasn't so fine while you were gone"
"You don't say"
"Look I didn't wanna disappoint you so I said I was ok"
"Why would you ever disappoint me?"
"Clay I'm a horrible leader I couldn't even save a little town"
"Come on Aaron Macy told me about what happened in the castle you saved way more than that"
"But then I failed to save a single tiny town!"
I hide my face in his shoulder
"Clay I'm not the fearless knight you think I am"
"Aaron I didn't ask you to do this because you're fearless I asked you because you knew how to face those fears I know you have fears too in fact I know what's your biggest fear"
"Wait what? Really?:
"You're afraid of doing nothing"
"Am I?"
"Remember that time Jestro used our fears against us?"
"Yeah"
"After that Ava told us to stay still while she reboots the system and you ran off screaming"
"Oh must've blocked it out of my memory"
"I know you were a good leader Aaron the others told me all about it"
"..."
Maybe I should ask him now
"Clay?"
"Hm?"
"Now that you're back are you gonna be leader again?"
Clay is quiet was it a bad idea to ask?
"I don't think I can Jestro still thinks I'm on his side if I lead the team he'll know I'm not"
"Oh yeah makes sense"
"I'm gonna ask you to push through a little longer maybe until Jestro catches onto us"
"So what're you gonna do? Just keep hiding? He's probably looking for you right now"
"You know I think I might have a plan"
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#I've been destroying you guys emotionally for the past three chapters#maybe i should give you break#this chapter is half blue archer tomfoolery and half depressed Aaron#nexo knights#Aaron#aaron fox#nexo knights aaron#blue archer#in loving memory
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Toby Kwimper and The Letter
Ah'm a slow, 11 year old, southern boy with a strong accent. Mah momma died when Ah was 5 so mah Pop's been raisin me by himself ever since. It ain't always been easy cause fer some reason Ah ain't like other boys. Sometimes shoes make mah feet hurt, a buncha people talkin makes me wanna run an hide, and if things jus don't go mah way Ah jus wanna cry. But today Ah'm doin well. Mah clothes feel good an nothin's too loud fer me. Even when Ah'm eatin breakfast, Ah'm feelin good. Ah see Pop comin in the kitchen with a letter.
"Son ya got a fancy letter today."
"Oh, gosh! Who'd be writin' a letter so fancy to me? Pop, did it done say where's from?"
"It done got sent from a fancy British wizard school, Hogwarts. You're gonna be learnin magic."
"Oh, you're jokin' ta me, Pop. Ain't no fancy school in England teaches magic. Ah wanna hear ya to read it to me."
Pop chuckles an Ah done know he's jokin ta me.
"Dear Mr. Kwimper, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
"Well doggone tha's a real letter. Pop, Ah have a question. Does Hogwarts school got a place ta stay? Ah ain't gonna be able ta sleep on no wood floors."
Ah start shakin mah head cause Ah slept on wood floors before. Mah head done hurt an Ah ain't stopped cryin till Pop picked me an put me on his lap. He done tol me Ah's sleepwalkin so he made sure ta wrap me in a special blanket so Ah won't do that no more.
"They's got a dorm for all 'em kids. You's gotta take a special train jus fer gettin ta Hogwarts."
Ah start ta rock in mah chair cause Ah'm gettin excited.
"Wow! Do Ah gotta wear a fancy schmancy uniform, too?"
"We's gotta read the list Ms. McGonagall gave us so's we find everythin you need son. Ah'm fixin ta make sure you's got robes that don't make ya meltdown."
Pop says meltdown an Ah 'member when he bought me clothes fer mah first day a school last year. Everythang done made mah skin itch an Pop had ta pay money fer grandma ta make me special clothes that don't make me cry.
"Okay, okay, where's this list, Pop?"
He hands me the list and Ah start rubbin the paper. Fer some reason rubbin the paper whiles Ah read makes it easier fer me ta understand it.
"Gotta read it good son."
Ah start readin it an it's a real long list mah eyes start glazin over so's Ah start readin it out loud cause Ah sometimes 'member things better.
"First-year students will require: Three sets a plain black robes, a plain pointed black hat for day wear, a pair of protective dragon hide gloves, an a black winter cloak with silver fastenings. Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags."
Ah blink a couple times an look at Pop.
"Ah really gotta wear all this Pop? Ah don't wanna wear clothes that got itchy name tags cause then Ah'm gonna be cryin cause it's gonna make mah skin itch."
"Ah ain't gonna make the name tags itch, Toby Ya ain't gotta wear it all at once. We's jus gotta make sure ya got 'em so yer ready. Don't wanna have ya goin ta a wizardin school nekked. Now keep on readin yer list."
Ah nod mah head a couple times and try findin mah spot again.
"All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. Tha's a lotta books Pop. Ah dunno if Ah'm gonna be able ta read 'em all."
"We ain't gonna know what ya need 'em fer till ya get yer schedule. Jus keep goin son."
Ah start rubbin the letter again so Ah don't lose mah place.
"1 wand, 1 pewter standard size 2 cauldron, 1 set a glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope and a 1 set a brass scales. Pop wha's a vial?"
He taps his head ta think. Vial sounds like a fancy word fer somethin.
"Somethin like a bottle son. Gotta be a fancy bottle cause ya ain't gonna be jus workin wit water."
"Ah guess ya make sense Pop."
Mah finger traces over the final lines of the letter.
"Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad. PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK."
Pop pats mah head an he's smilin which Ah think's a good thang Ah think Ah also done said the last part a the letter too loudly.
"Ya read it good, Toby."
"So how's we gonna be payin fer this Pop. A lotta stuff we gotta get if Ah'm goin ta the wizardin school."
"Doncha worry son. Wizardin money ain't the same as our money. We's gonna do good."
"Wow. Ah ain't never even thought bout gettin a new pair a socks before. Pop, Ah gotta get there. How am Ah gonna get there? Ah don't have no owl."
Ah start rubbin mah hands which Ah always start doin when Ah'm gettin nervous bout somethin.
"We's gotta move ta the UK when you's done with your schoolin this year Toby."
"We's movin'?"
"We's got Kwimper kin in Ireland. Gonna be boardin with em."
Mah hands keep rubbin faster. Ireland's jus so far ways from Florida Ah'm kinda gettin scared.
"Ah don't wanna live in Ireland, Pop. There ain't any sweet tea there."
"Sure but they's got plentya ponds full of frogs an toads fer ya son."
Ah start gettin excited. Pop thinks it's funny when Ah go from bein all scared to bein happy. Maybe he knows it's cause everythang goes from bein scary ta bein fun so long's ya talk bout it right.
"They's got froggies and toadies there?"
"Mhm. You's gotta have a pet ta bring so's you can find a toad or frog there."
"Yipppeee! Okay, Ah'll find the smallest, quietest, cutiest little froggie that there ever was an Ah'm gonna love it, and hug it, an give it a name! Ah'm gonna take it ta school!"
Ah'm wigglin in mah chair now. This wizardin school's way more fun than mah regular schoolin.
"Tha's right, Toby. We's gonna have a lotta fun learnin bout the wizardin world. Lotta adventures ta have."
"Ah guessAh got a whole school year fer learnin' magic and catchin' toadies! Boy howdy!"
Pop pats mah head an Ah start tryna ta calm down. Pattin mah head seems ta help when Ah get all excited. Thinkin bout froggies and toadies jus make me wanna wiggle.
"Now finish eatin so's we can get ya to school."
"Oh! Ok Pop."
Ah finish mah breakfast and hurry ta put on mah shoes and start ta follow Pop outta the front door inta the car.
"Ah better remember the whole list! Ah ain't gonna be one a 'em kids who ain't ready fer school cause they ain't read the list."
"Got plentya time ta learn the whole list son."
After we leave the house and head down the road together Ah start talkin again. Ah jus gotta get it all outta mah mouth cause now Ah'm too excited.
"Ya said there'd be a special train to Hogwarts, Pop. Wha's that mean?"
"Means only Hogwarts kids get ta ride on it."
"Well, how'd they know who the Hogwarts kids is, Pop?"
"You's gonna be gettin a special ticket tellin ya where ta go. Only Hogwarts students and kin can go ta that part of the station."
Ah ain't been on a train before. Ah only seen 'em go on by when Pop'd take me shoppin in the main town. Ah ain't even known what a train ticket'd look like.
"Ah get a ticket? Can Ah see it, Pop?"
He chuckles which probably means Ah done got somethang wrong.
"Ah ain't got it yet. We's gonna get the ticket durin the summer."
"Aww... But you'll gimme the ticket right 'way when we get it?"
"Course Ah'm gonna give it ta ya. You's only got ya letter cause ya turned 11 last week."
This is so much to think bout. Ah can't even wait ta get ta Hogwarts.
"Ah can't wait for mah own magic ta happen! Pop, have ya ever used magic? Do ya do spells or somethin?"
He looks down an Ah wonder if Ah done said the wrong thing.
"No Ah don't son."
"But ya know 'bout it. Why don't ya do magic?"
He keeps patting mah head.
"Ah ain't been born with it son. It happens."
"Oh, Ah get it. But Ah could?"
"Tha's right."
Mah mind starts ta wander. How's it that Ah been doin magic an no one done tol me bout it.
"When mah own magic starts to happen, do Ah just say a magic word or somethin and it happens?"
"Been makin magic happen past coupla days. 'member when you's had a meltdown and our lights was flickerin?"
Ah try ta 'member but Ah jus can't cause when the tornado sirens done went off an Ah melted, Ah really weren't payin no attention ta the lights.
"Ah done all that?"
Pop nods an Ah wonder what this all means now.
"Tha's why you's gotta be kept calm so's ya don't get meltdowns."
"Oh, mah goodness Ah've actually been usin' mah own magic?!"
"You's ain't able to control it yet."
Ah gotta be quiet cause everythang Pop done tol me's gotta be thought through. Ah musta got mah magic last week cause Ah sure don't 'member doin tricks.
"Pop? Will they make it so's Ah won't have meltdowns no more?"
"You's like that cause you's was born different. Magic ain't able ta fix that."
"Ah'm gonna have these meltdown thingies the rest of mah life?"
"Might get better when you's grown. That's why Ah've been tellin ya ta use yer times tables."
Ah blink a little and feel kinda sad. Ah thought magic do anythang but Ah guess it ain't able ta.
"But when Ah grow up, will people still think Ah'm slow?"
"Maybe they will maybe they won't. You's only 11 so's ya gotta learn how ta live wit who ya are."
"Oh. So Ah can go ta Hogwarts an learn magic even if Ah'm slow?"
"Tha's right."
Pop an Ah make it ta school. Ah'm feelin better now that we's had our talk.
"Now you's have a good day son. Ah'll pick ya up later."
"Ok Pop. Ah'll be good."
"Tha's mah boy. Jus get through these final months then we's gonna be movin ta the wizardin world."
Ah jus can't stop smilin. Ah hope mah teacher don't get mad cause Ah'm too busy thinkin bout bein a real wizard.
"Bye Pop!"
Ah head out the car and into the schoolyard ta find mah friends. As much as Ah'll miss 'em Ah jus can't wait ta move ta the wizardin world.
Tagging based on who expressed interest so far: @arrolyn1114, @vintagepresley, and @aliengoth3. I'll add names when people leave a note.
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attack on titan characters and random jobs (modern au) part 3
part 1 part 2
a/n : as i like writing this series and it’s being well received, here’s part 3! pieck!! oh, and the other warriors :)
there’s also probably multiple spelling/grammar mistakes because i couldn’t care enough to read this over…
Porco Galliard :
• as i said in part 1, he works at a motorcycle/bike shop with ymir, his best friend :D
• the majority of their customers are their friends because a lot of people are scared of ymir and him
• he and ymir have really always been interested in motorcycles/bikes, and they met really great people when they came to their shop!
• like…
• pieck finger!!
• pieck originally came over to the shop because (besides her bike needing to be fixed) she knew historia and also knew ymir (as historia’s gf), she ended up getting along really well with porco.
Pieck Finger :
• she works at a flower shop because i say so
• but, also!!! she tests out mattresses sometimes
• she doesn’t own the flower shop, but she is close with the owner (oh god, what if zeke is the owner hahaha, that’s the greatest thing ever)
• because she gets along with zeke (the owner), she chooses the music (which is usually tons of mitski and the occasional 50s/60s love songs.
• she works as the cashier and she’s found very cute by the customers <3
• and porco, who works at the motorcycle/bike shop across the street, often comes over to her shop just to hang out.
• he recognizes the mitski playing, knows that pieck must’ve chosen it, and he’s like, “heyyy, pieck… you alright? just wanna know…”
• once, a customer named ‘reiner’ came into the store when porco was there. turns out, they are like… enemies since the second grade, and reiner and porco were kicked out of the shop.
• she definitely got zeke into mitski, don’t ask, i just know it
Zeke Yeager
• if this character’s headcanon seems a bit forced and rushed, it’s cuz tumblr refreshed on me
• but, as said before this one, he runs a flower shop
• out of character? well, it’s quite a good and calming way to cope with all of his daddy issues
• he doesn’t know how to feel about pieck having porco over at the shop so often
• he runs the instagram account for the shop and the captions of the posts usually go like this :
• “one hard day at the shop, but the flowers aren’t going to garden themselves! #flowers #flowershop #lovingit”
• and then the post under it is all like :
• “oh no! this flower must have not been taking care of well by me, just like how my father was for me. this flower’s as dead as my father is to me. this flower-“
• zeke, please stop trauma dumping in your instagram captions…
Colt Grice
• colt <3
• he works with kids at a daycare, of course!!
• he is a great listener and doesn’t make the kid seem like their problems aren’t big
• once, during nap time, he fell asleep, too, and a parent of one of the kids had to wake him up since it was time for the kids to leave
• whenever he’s having a rough day, he just puts on ‘veggietales’ and decompresses
• him and his daycare kids have binged the entire veggietales saga (even if colt is feeling alright), btw, and they love it… a little too much
• for some reason, i think colt has very strong opinions about random kids’ movies, but he kept his opinions to himself when they were watching ‘frozen’
• when him and the kids watched ‘monsters inc.’ together, he went to the bathroom to cry his eyes out after the movie ended
a/n : this one was particularly shorter than the others, but i would like to know which characters i should put in the last part of this little series. bye :)
#attack on titan headcanons#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#porco galliard#pieck finger#pokkopiku#zeke jaeger#zeke yeager#colt grice
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chit-chat
chl0e bail3y aka blackmagicbbl "shooting her shot" at dogface1. could never thief my head (fool me, for you yankees). y'all already fucking in secret. she wanna be l0ri2.0. i keep getting opportunities to fuck this nignog for an influencer career like the one alien gave carrot and them hoes keep taking it. the difference between him and alien is that he knows what they do to me.
like chl0e is supposed to be a flop right now but since dogface (mike b jord) is giving her my fortune, her tiny desk and tour is doing fairly. camel will also make him fuck horse again. they're famous 'wives' not actual celebs.
unfortunately, he's aire's dad. i woulda named aire, maharlika. he likes weird names. he was supposed to be twins with amelie, i've learnt today.
yesterday was funny and made that privacy song really funny. but idk. sometimes i think it's the alien but then i wake up and ush3r is wearing grillz and dyeing his hair red.
you see his album blurb? he's entering his next legendary era, girls. he's coming home and returning to himself. they passing my subliminal around. what day it was he had the b0bby br0wn cut. i does be talking to my man and ush3r does be answering. like this is a and b conversation?
i'm not joking either like last year i was in my bedroom watching ush3r slowly turn himself into a cb clone. the robert was not robert-ing for the past few years cuz the bieb3r hadda bieb. remember this? he voodoo marked him here.
i was working really hard to get these spells off of cb last year and trying to tell him this through telepathy. even this year. i was working my ass off, not manifestation, pimp. but he laid up with thailand and liking carrot's pics all up my fucking face. and look at me still... he had them bitches laughing at me.
i'm trying to convince myself that this guy loves me or something. it's hard but i try. started to think he was using me but that's dogface1. i remember prince telling me: yo, it's either you cry by him or die by dogface1. so we'z crying niggas.
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Grape Juice
Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader
Game: Genshin Impact
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: After a long day, Diluc wants nothing more than to come home to you and his son. Usually you’re there to greet him when he arrives home, but this time you’re nowhere to be seen. Where could the two of you have gone?
Warning(s): None
Note: I don’t know if this has been done yet but it was a cute idea ( ´ ▿ ` ) Diluc is so cool wahh
Story is down below!
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“How unusual…” Diluc murmured.
His boots created a dull sound that echoed throughout the hallway as he walked, his fingers mindlessly adjusting his gloves. The mansion was strangely quiet; though he would’ve had no problem with that in the past, ever since you came into his life the place was usually a lot more lively.
The faint sound of laughter suddenly registered in his ears, and he stopped walking. It was your laugh, accompanied with some muffled speech. Another voice was heard, this time a bit higher in pitch, and Diluc recognized it as his son’s.
The two of you were in the bedroom, he realized, and he found himself walking once more to see what was going on.
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You didn’t hear the bedroom door creak open, nor did you take notice of your husband’s arrival.
“I know you’re excited, sweetheart, but calm down,” you said, shaking your head. You had a glass of grape juice in your hand, the other gently holding the small of your son’s back. The both of you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’ll spill the juice you worked so hard to make.”
Your son stared up at you with hopeful eyes, shining their brilliant red color that you had grown so used to seeing. “Do you think Dad will like it?” He held a grape juice of his own.
“I’m sure he will,” you said softly, your hand moving to brush through his (h/c) hair. “You made this with so much love and effort.”
“Do you like it, Mom?”
“I do!” you exclaimed. You lifted your glass with a bright smile to emphasize your words. “Don’t tell your dad this, but” -you leaned in close to your son’s ear, your voice lowering a bit- “I think I like this better than his grape juice.”
“I find that rather offensive.”
Upon hearing his father’s voice, your son leapt up from the bed. “Dad!”
Diluc approached the two of you, looking unamused with your comment. With a sheepish look, you held the grape juice out to him.
“Sorry, honey,” you apologized. “But give the drink a taste, and then maybe you’ll agree with me.”
Your husband seated himself next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he took the glass of juice.
Diluc stared at the drink for a few seconds before lifting the glass to his lips, taking a long drink from it. It didn’t take long for him to finish the entire thing, a small sigh leaving his mouth once he finished.
Your son looked nervous, big eyes filled with a mixture of both impatience and curiosity. “So? What do you think?”
“I think…”
A smile formed on your husband’s lips, surprising the both of you.
“... that this is some of the best grape juice that I have ever tasted,” he finished.
Your son let out an excited cheer, and Diluc couldn’t help but chuckle at this. You gave a small laugh of your own, and you leaned in to rest your head on your husband’s shoulder.
“I told you,” you said. “Your son has a talent when it comes to making grape juice.”
“Indeed he does,” Diluc said. He kissed the top of your head, moving his hand so that it was now resting on your shoulder. “Perhaps I should start selling this instead of wine.”
“I don’t think Kaeya would enjoy that very much.”
Your husband let out a sound of annoyance at the mention of his brother, yet he didn’t say anything.
The both of you watched as your son finished his cheering, now standing in front of you as he excitedly talked about the different juices he planned to make from now on. He would occasionally pause to take a drink of his juice; it was a miracle that none of it had spilled yet.
You glanced up at Diluc, who was looking at your son attentively. Though his smile was gone, it was clear to see in his eyes that he was quite content.
Seeing that he had placed his glass aside, you took the opportunity to take his hand into yours. Your husband looked momentarily surprised, turning to look at you as if to silently ask if you needed something.
“I didn’t get a chance to say this earlier,” you said quietly, “but welcome home. You look exhausted… is there anything I can do for you?”
You felt him squeeze your hand in response, and the feeling of his lips pressing against your forehead was enough to bring a smile onto your face.
“Having the two of you here with me is more than enough, my love.”
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The day finished with the three of you in bed, Diluc quietly telling you about his day and sipping on another glass of grape juice as your son slept between the two of you.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact imagine#genshin impact diluc#genshin impact diluc ragnvindr#genshin impact diluc x reader#genshin impact diluc ragnvindr x reader#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr x reader#genshin impact fluff#diluc fluff#diluc ragnvindr#diluc ragnvindr fluff#spelling his last name makes me wanna cry sometimes#he does have a pretty last name name though#it would look even prettier if it was mine though ahaha#sheeeeeesh
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Hello :) I saw that your requests were open so i’m taking the chance now but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this by all means!!
William with a child who’s normally really quiet and shy that has been holding in everything and when they eventually can’t anymore they just scream and cry and break just a bunch of things and he kinda just lets them because he knows how much they need this? and he lets them take as much anger out that they need on him if they have to and when they finally pass out from exhaustion he just brings them to their bed?
Sorry if this is a weird as i just thought it was a nice idea :) if you’re uncomfortable with this ask due tell me.
That's it. You guys keep sending me painful asks so this is what you get>:(/lh
Smile for the Picture
-(Dad!William Afton and Afton kid!reader)-
-(Summary: the ask, eel oh eel)-
-(TW: mentions of child death and missing sibling, underaged drug use, divorce/split parents, slight religious mention)-
-(I know Crying Child doesn't have a canon name, so please pretend his name is Evan for sake of the fic. Also, sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I don't wanna fix that rn🤩)-
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Everything was getting to be too much.
Your younger brother, Evan, had died last year. The devastation of his death still haunted you daily, and you had frequent nightmares about the incident. Your sister Elizabeth was still missing, probably dead in a ditch on the side of the road in some place only God knew of. Your older brother Michael was constantly high, never making time for you. Any time he did try to, he smelled like weed and was completely out of it. His eyes were always red and watery, a tired, melancholy smile sometimes gracing his face.
You wanted to slap the shit out of him just thinking about it. It wasn't fair that he got to forget his problems all the time. It was his fault Evan was dead. His fault that you and your father went to see Evan's grave once a month instead of being able to see Evan whenever you wanted to.
Speaking of your father, it felt like he was never there either. He went to work early in the morning and came home late at night, sometimes completely forgetting that you and Michael even existed and spending days at his job instead of home with his children where he needed to be.
You both needed him. Of course, Michael had given up hope that your father would come back home and give two shits very early on.
"Eventually he'll turn out just like Mom and up and fucking leave us for some big city life in New York or some shit. Here, come take a hit, it'll make you feel better."
Michael was a dumb 16 year old, but maybe you were an even dumber 15 year old.
You were just so mad and so tired. You never let anyone know that you were mad or tired or anything. It would just cause more problems for everyone you knew.
Stomping down the stairs, you went to grab a glass of water. You let yourself fumble with the tap as you waited for the glass to fill. You had just woken up from a dream about your father leaving you and your brother. Just like your mother had. You didn't want him to leave, but he kept spending more and more time away from you. What if Michael was right?
Emptying the glass, you set it gingerly on the counter, debating on filling it again. You stared at it for a while, as if it would make all your problems go away. As if the glass could make your sister return home. The small 7-year-old, would have to be around the age of 10, by now. As if the glass could make your mother return to you, make her come home and return to smothering you all in her love and warm gestures, instead of modeling and drinking wine with strange men in New York. As if the glass could make your older brother stop going to bonfire parties with his friends, only to come home at the ass crack of dawn, smelling like weed, cheap beer, and cigarettes. As if the glass could make your father love his family more than his business.
The thoughts enraged you, causing you to raise the cup over your head and throw it to the ground as hard as you could. The tempered glass shaped into a cup shattered easily, scattering a million tiny shards all over the floor.
That wasn't enough. You were still so fucking mad. As you began to pull dishes of all types out of the cupboards in which they were stored, you didn't notice your father's mauve Mercedes pull into the driveway.
You continued your rampage of blind rage, knocking over end tables, chairs, coat racks, shoe racks, and anything else that was in your way. It wasn't until you had accidentally broken the picture frame of the last sibling photo with all of you in it that you came back to your senses.
The summer of '81, when your family had taken a trip down to California. The picture was taken at Santa Monica Pier by your father, and you vividly remember him and your mother making silly faces at the four of you to get you all to pay attention to the camera. The best part of it, though, were the contents of the photo itself. It featured Evan sitting on your hip, eyes watery from lightly crying about the roller coaster Michael had made him go on. He made a brave face for the camera, laughing at both the silly faces of your parents and the kisses you had bombarded his forehead with. The then 9-year-old was small for his age, very short and seemingly malnourished compared to the other kids in his class. But he was happy, usually playing by himself anyways. Michael, being the rambunctious 13-year-old he was, held your 7-year-old sister on his shoulders, was sticking his tongue out at the camera and crossing his eyes. Elizabeth laughed from her seat on Michael's growing bones, head thrown back, a large smile evident on her face.
She had gone missing three months later. Then Evan had died two years after that, and now everything was shit. Complete and utter shit.
"NO, no no! Please, please go back! GO BACK!" you yelled, trying in vain to fix the broken frame.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing with that?"
Your head snapped towards your father's booming voice, tear-streaked face looking up at him from your place on the ground.
"Let go of that, you've hurt yourself! What are you thinking?"
A new fit of rage stormed inside of your heart, a fresh wave of tears clouding your vision.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! All of this is your fault! Lizzie's gone, Evan's dead, Mom fucking left us, and it's all. YOUR. FAULT!"
Your father took light steps towards you, gently dropping to his knees and shrugging off his suit jacket.
He tore off the left sleeve, then ripped it in half, trying to quickly get his hands on a makeshift bandage.
"Come here, come here, you're all right, it's ok. Let me see your hand, please."
"NO! All of this happened because of you. I- I don't know why but it did, and it's all your fault, and it can't ever go back. WHY CAN'T WE JUST GO BACK TO HOW IT WAS? Everything hurts, Dad, I hate this. I hate this, and I hate Mom, and I hate Mike and I hate you too!"
William's felt his heart nearly stop at your words. Things like this were never supposed to happen. You were all supposed to grow, and live long, and be happy, but now his youngest two were dead, and his second eldest was crying themselves to near dehydration near the family sofa.
He pulled you into his arms, and you gave into your exhaustion quickly, loud sobs slowly turning into quiet sniffles. He rocked you gently, petting your head, and shushing you every so often.
Eventually, you passed out from crying. Michael had gotten home from tutoring in that time. Your head hurt and your hand was still bleeding. William carried you to the kitchen first, washing and bandaging your hand before it could be hurt more.
He trudged up the stairs lightly, softly opening the door to Michael's room. Mike had fallen asleep with his head on his desk, pencils digging into his cheek. William placed you gently onto Mike's bed for a moment, shaking Michael awake.
"Hm?" Michael zipped around, dazed.
"Go to sleep, grades can wait."
Mike nodded, flopping down onto the part of his bed not being occupied by you and instantly falling back asleep.
William lifted you again, carrying you back to your own room. Placing you down on your warm duvet, he tucked you in lightly, kissing your forehead and hugging you once again.
You softly hugged him back.
"Goodnight, Dad. I'm sorry I broke so much, and I'm sorry I said I hate you. I don't hate you, I-"
You cut yourself off with a sob, William patting your back once more.
"Just go to sleep for now, Sweet Pea, we'll work all this out in the morning."
You nod tiredly, laying back down and turning away.
William stood, flicking the light switch off and closing your door.
He had a lot of cleaning to do.
(sorry this is so long. Also, since I've gotten so many angsty requests, you guys finally get angst. This is my first time writing angst tho, so please be nice, ok bye!)
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May I request a fic where Wanda Maximoff tries to make the reader who is shy laugh and accidentally discovers that the reader is extremely ticklish and she pins down and tickles the reader? Could you make it around 900 words and fluffy? Thank you! :)
Wanda Maximoff x Reader #3
Words: 1,489
Warnings: A vaguely sexual sentence
Notes:
There’s not an ounce of angst in this? Who am I? And I’m uploading again after only 3 days??? I feel reborn! Anyways, thanks for requesting and sorry for spelling mistakes.
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Supernova’s have nothing on you. That’s what Wanda thinks the first time she sees you smile. She thinks of supernova’s, planets, and comets in the sky and she thinks of how she’d give up them all just to hear you laugh.
She’d give star, on top of star, she’d give galaxies, and wishes that aren’t hers to give, she’d give you anything, if only she could.
Telling you that though, that won’t make you laugh. It isn't funny to her how much she adores you (how much she loves you), and she doesn’t think it will be funny to you either. Honestly, you’d probably cry, and then Wanda would also start crying— and you’d both just be crying.
No, Wanda decides fairly quickly, that isn’t a good decision.
So...instead she tries stupid jokes on the internet, pranks on the others, pranks on HERSELF, stupid faces... everything...but apparently everything is not enough to make you laugh.
It’s infuriating.
Infuriating because sometimes—sometimes, you look so close. So close to laughing that your shoulders shake with the effort to hold it in, and she’s left to wonder why you try so hard to keep her from the one thing she desires more than anything.
You’re her girlfriend, and she’s never heard you laugh. It’s quite possibly her greatest shortcoming in life (she has a lot of them). She’s heard chuckles, and breathy laughs, she’s heard small huffs of laughter, and she’s seen gigantic grins, but she’s never heard you laugh fully, and unapologetically.
Today— today will be the day it happens. She’s more determined than ever.
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Today won’t be the day. She’s tried everything and more, and the only thing she’s gotten out of it is you looking at her like she’s crazy.
“I’ll pay you,” Wanda finally says, “please if you just...if you just…” She can’t bring herself to say what she wants because somehow it feels like she’s breaking the rules she’s made up in her head. “Can you just please?”
You watch her for a couple of moments, thinking so hard she can almost see the wheels turning in your head—yes, yes, yes, finally, Wanda thinks— but then you shake your head in exasperation, and continue eating your dinner.
Okay, this is fine; Wanda tells herself.
...tomorrow will be the day.
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“Have you...just tried to tickle her?” Sam asks Wanda the next day. “I noticed her holding in her laughter when that stray we kept last week started licking her foot—so she’s probably ticklish.”
She’s been complaining to him about her failures their whole lunch, and it seems to have paid off. Sam is a very smart guy. When she says so though he snorts and shakes his head in amusement.
“No red wizard, this time I think this is more about what you lack than what I have. You’ve been thinking too big.”
Wanda glares at him. “Call me ‘red wizard’ again the next place you’ll be flying is into a volcano.”
…Despite the change in their conversation, and the bickering it turns into, it was a very helpful discussion.
———
Mission ‘Hyena” is a go (she decided to name it Hyena because they are known for their laughs. She thinks it’s pretty creative).
All she has to do, she decides, is ambush you. The best time for it will be right after training—you usually decide to take a quick bath and lounge in bed afterwards, and you’re very sweet and gullible when you’re tired.
For some reason her plans make her feel like a very sneaky and awful person. She feels a bit of guilt…it doesn’t override her excitement, fortunately. She has been waiting for this day too long to feel any significant amount of guilt. Plus, it’s not like her end goal is malicious.
———
You're laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you get pounced on by Wanda….You’re not exactly surprised by the occurrence though.
Wanda’s been looking at you like a panther when she thinks you aren’t looking, but one that’s truly bad at hunting. So you aren’t surprised that she jumps on you, but you are surprised about WHY she jumps on you.
You were expecting something far more scandalous than a tickle fest.
———
Wanda doesn’t start tickling you immediately. She’s so utterly shocked by your expectant raised eyebrow that she just pauses for a moment, lost.
“Is it okay that i’m on top of you?” Wanda asks after a moment, because she realizes that she sort of has you trapped.
You pause, thinking with narrowed eyes. Then say, more amused than disappointed, but still slightly disappointed, “yeah.”
Wanda thinks back on all these past weeks, on all of her efforts to make you laugh—actually laugh— and starts to raise her hands-
“Is this the part where you tickle me?”
Her hands freeze. She freezes. You even freeze.
“Oh,” you say, smirking with a look far too smug, and far too victorious for someone who was supposed to be losing, “did you think I was an idiot?”
And Wanda drops her hands back down, this time not on your wrist but across her chest, and then over her face because she has truly never felt more ashamed. Not for her schemes, but for how she’s failed them.
She doesn’t know when this turned into some sort of competition, but it’s clearly one-sided.
“So...you’re not going to tickle me?” You ask when Wanda gets off of you.
Wanda grits her teeth, feeling more bitter than she ought to feel. “No, you dork, if I tickle you now it’s anticlimactic. You just had to go and talk, didn’t you?”
You actually have the decency to look guilty for a second, but then you realize what the two of you are talking about and just snort. “What is this, some badly written fic on tumblr by some overwhelmed gay author? At least try. Come on, it will be amusing for me. You might even get me to laugh at your struggles.”
Wanda doesn’t really stop to muse about how oddly specific you were, she just rolls her eyes and turns to leave...only to get stopped by you tugging on the back of her shirt.
When she looks over her shoulder to look at you your eyes are hard and determined, and she knows what’s about to happen now too. Just like you had.
She knows, because the determined set to your eyes turns soft the second Wanda meets her eyes to yours, and you're sitting back down now, letting go of Wanda’s shirt.
“You really gonna give up that easily?” You ask quietly, eyes shifting to the ground. And Wanda is just melting, melting because she loves you and you’re the sweetest person she’s ever met, melting because you're willing—you want— to give her what she wants.
Wanda lets out a small breathless laugh, turns around completely, bops you on the nose with a soft smile gracing her lips, and only hopes that it communicates ‘I love you’ effectively enough.
You smile back, unable not to, waiting for Wanda to look for what she wants. “Who cares if it’s anti-climatic, right?”
To your surprise, Wanda grins, kissing the top of your head, and says; “I wanna surprise you. It’s more fun that way.”
So you grumble and pull her into a hug, because if she isn’t going to tickle you, you expect her to hold you anyways.
She does.
———
Mission Hyena fails. She’s not too mad about it.
She can’t be, when just the next morning she wakes you up with kisses, and tickles, and you wake up grumpy and laughing all at once.
She can’t be when your laughter fills her sun kissed room with even more light, and she can’t be when this moment feels like it’s more than worth the wait.
As Wanda watches you laugh, watches as you throw your head back and force out breathless, soft pleads, she thinks that she would have waited eternity for this moment.
Supernova’s, galaxies, comets, wishes, and an endless amount of stars, they all would have been worth it, but none of them would have been a payment high enough. ‘Anything’ is not even sufficient enough.
You just look and sound so happy, and it’s all Wanda has ever wanted to give you. It warms her heart more than anything else ever could, warms it so much she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it with her forever, because memories aren’t good enough either.
Still, when you ask afterwards, grinning and exhausted with your arm still clutching your torso and your voice still raspy; “was it worth it all?”
Wanda smiles, fulfilled and happy too, and doesn’t mention the price she was willing so pay. She just nods her head, and says; “Yeah. Yeah, I think it was.”
Like she wasn’t just considering if next time the universe would be enough.
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the caller you have reached (chris evans x reader)
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
summary: chris was trying to drunkenly call the woman he loved and wanted to get back with but instead he reaches you, a shrink.
warning: swearing (sailor level), brief mentions of mental health
**IMPORTANT disclaimer: I won't be dabbling into the hard hitting topics of mental health in this short only because I'm not a certified health professional and so I can't be providing a written, unbiased, often characterized diagnosis towards any sort of mental health disorder because really, those types of sensitivities need proper care and output. With that being said, I do want to emphasize the notions of seeking help and not being afraid to seek help when needed. It's hard, but we all fight a battle and no battle is big or small or better or worse.
If my followers or readers do feel the need to privately chat with me, I'm here and I can you lend you an ear. Otherwise let's be kind and uplift another while we can. No harm in doing good and being better, that's for sure!
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Being a working adult is dreadful but the work you do is the most fulfilling kind of anarchy. You are a therapist, you work to heal and you work together with people who willingly reach out to you and your facility of care. There is that balance, the altering nuances in between that allows you to do what you do best. You advocate for good prosperity of mental health and accolade of teachable moments that fosters a safe space for your clients, not patients, but the people who deserve to be heard and not be medically categorized.
Your salubrious passion keeps you grounded. In your lifetime, you've seen the imperial impacts of poor mental health and it has been a detrimental drive in how you retreat and give back to a small found community.
"Okay." You exhale to yourself while leafing through another client chart. You're working off the clock, stuck in the renaissance of your homey office space while the outside world turns pitch black.
In the appropriate fields you jot down important takeaways from your last sit in session with heavy concertation and reasoning, you try to congregate a treatment plan all before you cellphone cries for you in venturous fashion.
"Hello?" You answer without checking the caller ID, tucking the device between your ear and shoulder so that way you could work and talk.
"Jenny!" The man boisterously shouts. "Jenny baby please talk to me! Let me make it up to you, let's just do this right, please. I'm fucked up here."
"I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." You infringe sounding like the posh, automated answering machine lady.
"Oh what the fuck Jenny — oh cah'mon don't do that, don't be like that baby." You re-verify a local number and it doesn't belong to anyone you know of. So you wonder who this man is but choose not to press further instead you tell him what is right from the knowing wrong.
"I'm not Jenny."
"Seriously?" He yells, forcing you to hold the phone away from your ear. "That can't be... This is—" He recites the number that is similar to yours but the last two digits are off.
"You got 42, not 53." It's an easy mistake to recall, a swipe of a drunken thumb could've mixed that up, so this time around, you're forgiving. Not that it happens often.
"Oh no. That's—" The mystery man trails, something about his voice discerns you, it's familiar but in a hindbrain way that you can't put a finger on. "Fuuuuuuuck."
"Wait hold on, hold up, is this Jenny's assistant, Nina?" You exhale sharply sometimes it takes more than one try and a side of convincing to get your point across and your passiveness was certainly to blame.
"No I'm not her assistant either."
"Then who the hell are you?" He exasperates. You make the snide mistake of telling him your name and he buffers for a bit.
"Oh. So you really aren't anyone of my concern then?"
"No." You mildly retort. "I wouldn't want to be anyways."
"Okay well I'm not sorry then because I'm here trying to reach my girlfriend and I can't get to her because I have you on the line being a smartass." With that accent of his you can tell he's a patriotic Bostonian. One of your own kind and that furloughs your need to engage in this mindless drivel, it wouldn't get you or him anywhere. At least that's what you tell yourself before shutting him down.
"Well then maybe you should learn to listen first, how about that?" You snap, dropping your pen before you note down angry nonsense into your actual work.
"Hey nowwww!" He yells as if he's trying to be Hank Kinsley.
"It's clear that you're drunk."
He brushes you off on the other end, enigmatic in what he wants you to know. "This is Chris Evans, you're talking to Chris-motherfucking-Evans, you hear?"
"I do now." You say tersely.
"Good." He huffs. "Good... Cause you know I'm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and this is what I get. This is what I seemingly deserve, god you women I swear..."
Your face changes. You don't agree to be a lending ear but somehow Chris forces you to hear him out.
"I told her Y/N. I TOLD her that I wasn't ready to take the next step but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with her. And now she throws it back in my face by getting with some other guy she once dated back in high school. And somehow, I'm supposed to be ok with it and move on, as she tells me. How the hell am I supposed to do that, huh?"
"I, um, I don't know what to tell you." You sigh somberly.
"Of course you don't!" His Boston twang begins to nerve you as there some remitting frequency of it. Hearing him obnoxiously go off, reminds you of all your shrewd New England exes who were his exact counterpart when soused. A ludicrous memory that you relive again with time and perfect harmony.
"Listen lady all I'm saying is that I fucked up. I know I did alright? I mean it doesn't take much denominational math and the plot of Lost in Translation to get that. I get it!"
Jesus. You whisper the lords name in vain as you lean your forehead against the palm of your hand while your elbow rested on top of the desk.
"So, let me get this straight, you think yelling at a random woman will help get further?" You question a little acutely for his liking.
"I don't know but it sure as hell takes off the heat, sweetheart." Something about a man calling you sweetheart grinds your gears and now your molars.
"Okay, alright, let's talk." You begin, sitting up a bit and tearing out a blank page from your memo pad; you were doing a late night consultation, a small hash out.
"Schuwaaaaa." Chris enunciates the word sure and to much of his mayhem, he’s sprawled out on the curbside, somewhere in the nowhere land of L.A. He contented but also upset and you were simply crashing his little pity party.
"What is it that you want from Jenny?" You professionally prod. "How about we start there."
"Wooooah, what is that we're doing here?” Chris gets mildly defensive with you. “I dunno you like that. If we're gonna talk then you'll have to get through my publicist first because right now I plead the fifth.”
You exhale a deep and fulsome breath. No one troubles you like him. It's sanctimoniously unnerving.
"I'm a shrink, my job isn’t meant to incriminate my clients well-being, or anyone else’s for that matter.” You address calmly. “So, if you do require some solicited advice then we can keep this call under strict confidence. You have my word, Mr. Evans and the paperwork that will follow shortly after this call.”
Silence. There is some shocking silence which is brief before you're catapulted with disbelief and more cackles. "Holy mother fucking shit. You're kidding me?"
"I can run you by my credentials if you’d like?” You mention stiffly.
"God I’ve reached a cuckoo hotline!" Wrong. That's a horrible thing to say and you'd think a man like him would've been more sensitive about his choice of words, inebriated or not.
"Far from it."
"Tell me something, alright? How many grown, adult men come crying to you?" Chris is edging with curiosity even though his eyes are betrayingly reddened after crying into a bottle of Dewars 18. He doesn't make that known to you and you never cared to ask.
"Enough to know that they cry." You simply state.
"Huh. So this is just another Tuesday for you then.” Chris scoff, the bottle making it to his lips and then swishing back down again.
"Comes with the territory except I don't tolerate drunkenness." You motely add. "Can you keep the bottle aside for the time being? Just until we're done here."
"That's understandable and oh yeah sure, sure, I won't touch it." You can hear the glass bottle 'clink' when coming into contact with the pavement.
"Now tell me about Jenny." You softly inquire.
"What do you wanna know? How we fuck or how we met?" Chris giggles like a naughty school yard boy.
"How did you two meet?" You slam the words urgently, nearly spelling out the cause.
"Oh! Oh. We met on the job." Chris chuckles punitively.
"Okay and did you guys connect instantly or was there a slow build up?" You involuntarily took notes for any PR rep of his that wanted solid evidence that would preside this call, cover your bases and your poor ass along with it.
"Instantly. Our chemistry read was off the charts." He explains with a slight hiccup. "Sorry."
"Great. So it was more so a work relationship that later grew into something more correct?"
"Pretty much."
"So when did you start developing feelings for her?"
"Um I'd say..." Chris tucks his chin, burps and then excuses himself before continuing. "Just before we wrapped up filming. But then I think somewhere in between all that I realized that she was my kind of girl, my... better half."
"And what made you come to that realization?"
"Well for one she has this infectious laugh that would have you laughing with her, there's that sound of beauty and pureness to it. And then with that, there were all the little things she'd do for me that made me think, like damn she's the one, she's it for me and that for better or for worse, I'd need her more than she'd ever need me."
Chris gets sad and you feel for him. Your pen stops moving when you were about to prescribe him some mind memory exercises. He was human. Humans hurt. Humans make mistakes. Humans stray but they also love. That's all Chris did. He loved with all of his heart to not expect the same love in return.
"You know Chris, we don't always get the love we deserve and sometimes its sucks. Sometimes you wanna kick it back with a bottle of Dewars 18 and shake your fists in the air." Chris quietly perks up at your choice of alcohol that you didn't know he was forcefully downing. He fashions a small half smile that you don't see but hear faintly. "But there's also a time and a place and things happen, people come apart, people get together, people do people and there's that fine line of letting life run its uneven course."
"I mean you sometimes have to not be okay to be okay again and I know that from my many years of helpful healing. It gets okay, never fully better and I think that's just how it is. You acknowledge your pain, your trauma and then you go on while being mindful of that transition."
"Wow."
"Hey, um, look, I actually have to get going. But if you can, just down the rest of that bottle and get yourself home."
"Are you sure?" Chris gawks.
"I mean you were already halfway through and it's not like I can physically stop you, right? And besides this is what I'm prescribing to you. I want you to acknowledge your pain, drink away your sorrows and then smash that bottle so you can be relieved from that trauma and hurt. After that you need to fix up and start new, have a mature conversation with her, if you can and then have your feet hitting the ground again. Don't fall into the routine of heartbreak even if it becomes too hard, you hear me?"
"Loud and clear."
"Good." You sniff and start to put things away. "I know you're a good guy Chris, from how you are on TV and in interviews, I'm amazed by how articulate you are. You have the right mindset so I have no doubts that you'll fall back in any way. But if you do, please don't hesitate to reach out, I might have to hand you off to another cohort but nonetheless it can be worked out even if it does feel like you might be sparring on your own. You'll get the help you need."
"Great, thanks." Chris responds in his conscious state of thought. He feels pathetic with himself and that doesn't have you galling over the fact, instead you let him be.
"Do you need me to order you an Uber? Cab? Call a friend for ya?" You laugh easily and Chris hears it clearly, smiling in return.
"An Uber would be nice. I'll try to share you my location."
"Sure, on me and that'd be great."
"Thanks."
"No problem... And your ride should be here in two minutes, just look out for Raul in black Elantra." You inform him after checking your phone.
"Nice."
"You have a goodnight now Chris."
"You too." The line cuts and you're given a piece of your life back. You gather your belongings, flip off the light switch and make your way home. There's some truth and some brokenness in every situation. You knew Chris was going to be OK even if he didn't consult you afterwards. For you, there was no need. He's a smart man and he proves this over a prolonged period of time when he finally finds himself back on the market and then eventually in a relationship with a faceless and very loving woman from his own hometown.
He was finally happy, making you serendipitously glad that you were the caller he had reached.
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Love Notes
Summary: People usually mistake Slytherins as the mean and nasty ones. Nobody told you that you would be stuck with the loud and obnoxious boy from Gryffindor. One day during your fifth year, you started receiving anonymous notes in your books, pockets, table, etc. The question is, who gave them to you?
Theme: Hogwarts au, enemies to lovers
Genre: fluff, angst [not really]
Warnings: none
WC: 4.9k
Pairing: Gryffindor!Haknyeon x Slytherin!FemReader
a/n: Hi again :) I've been binge watching Harry Potter movies for the past few days and I love it so much. So here's a little Hogwarts fic with Hakkie! Do send me requests if you have any! I'm open to writing them :)
Going to Hogwarts was probably the best thing to happen to you. And getting yourself sorted into Slytherin house was also the best thing to ever happen to you. Except, nobody told you that you would have a horrendous time being in the same classes as the loud and obnoxious boy from Gryffindor.
His name?
Was Ju Haknyeon.
“Did you lose your way to class again today?” Haknyeon teased when you arrived at your seat that just so happens to be right in front of him. You were in your fifth year and yet he has never once gone a day without getting on a single nerve on your body.
“Did you lose your pacifier on your way here cause you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut.” You scowled at him only to earn a soft chuckle from him.
“Look who’s talking now…” Haknyeon smirks, earning a kick to his desk from you. Your seat partner and also one of your close friends, Wooyoung couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the said boy.
Professor Snape finally dismissed the class as everyone quickly scrambled out of the room. You were walking with Wooyoung and Yeosang as the former began rambling about his terrible date yesterday when you suddenly felt an arm over your shoulder. The last person you hoped for it to be, ends up proving you wrong the minute he spoke.
“Hey hey, have you practiced for the Quidditch game this season? Wouldn’t wanna lose your Quidditch title to other houses.” Haknyeon whispered into your ear, making you push his face away.
“Do you ever shut up?” You said as he smirked, casually pursing his lips into a kissy face.
You rolled your eyes at him, elbowing his stomach to make him leave your side. Haknyeon left your side for a brief moment before coming back to you to stop in front of you while leaning down a little to match your height. Once he was right in front of you, he smirked cheekily at you.
“I won’t shut up when I’m with you, darling.” He whispered.
You cupped his face with both hands, only to lean in to let your lips hover over his as you whispered under your breath, “Don’t make me do it for you, sweetheart.” The moment you pulled away from him and began to walk away, Haknyeon could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a few beats.
“Now, class, please open to page 367.” Professor McGonagall announced as you heard the sounds of pages being turned. You did the same, flipping the pages a few at a time until a slip of note drops out from your book. It was a pretty blue colour that has been folded into the shape of a flower.
“Did you put this in my book?” You asked Wooyoung who was seated beside you, only for him to shake his head. Just then, a voice came from behind you.
“Oh look, the Slytherin’s princess got herself a love note.” Haknyeon said. It annoyed you to the point where you had to cast a spell on him from under your desk to shut him up for 2 hours. A few weeks have gone by and you have been getting anonymous notes slipped into your textbooks, locker, and sometimes even in your coat pockets.
However, all the notes always end up in your bag, never touched or read before.
It was a Thursday afternoon and you were just walking into your Transfiguration class when a female student from Hufflepuff came up to you giddily excited as she informed you what she saw.
“Omg Y/N! Someone gave you a rose and a letter! It’s on your desk!” She squeaked, allowing a couple of eyes to land on you, who was standing at the back of the class with Wooyoung and Yeosang. With that being said, you glanced over to your desk to find that she was right.
However, you noticed that Haknyeon’s table was empty. Maybe he finally got sick and couldn’t come to class today.
“The Slytherin’s princess got a gift today huh? That’s new.”
Maybe not.
Haknyeon said casually as he strolls past you with his hands tucked into his pant’s pockets while he makes his way over to his desk. You rolled your eyes at the back of his head before walking up to your desk and soon took the rose and note only to stuff it in your bag.
“Why don’t you read it outloud for all of us to hear, darling? I’m sure your admirer would love to see the way your eyes turn into heart shapes for them.” Haknyeon smirked.
You couldn’t lie, Haknyeon has in fact gotten slightly more manlier in built and also a bit more nicer looking in terms of his face features.
Which is why you’d be damned if you admitted out loud that your heart did a little flip when he smirked at you.
“The last person I’d wanna read it aloud to is you so no, that won’t happen.” You grumbled before sitting down at your desk. Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle as he told you about Haknyeon's offended face he made after you said that.
A few hours later, everyone was making their way back to their common rooms after dinner. You were just walking towards the Slytherin’s common room when Felix spoke up to you, “Hey, is it true you’ve been getting love notes from someone in class?”
“I don’t know what they are, I’ve never opened them.” You confessed, earning a few gasps from your friends.
“Aren’t you even a slight bit curious?” Minho asked.
“Look, I doubt it’s even real. It might just be a prank from someone. I don’t know…” You said almost confidently.
“Oh come on, just open one and see what it says. It doesn’t hurt to read one.” Wooyoung encouraged you as you rolled your eyes at him. It was already after hours. Everyone was asleep except you. So you quietly tip-toed your way to the living area, only to sit near the green fireplace with your bag filled with the notes you kept for the past 5 weeks. You took one of the notes out and soon unfolded it one after another.
“You look pretty today.”
“Your eyes sparkle like the green flames of your house.”
“You make me forget why I’m in this class.”
“Your smile could cure my sadness.”
“If only the clouds would make way for a sunshine like you”
“Don’t lose that smile, it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”
“Are you a love potion? Cause I feel like I’ve fallen in love with you”
You then happened to take out the note that was attached to the rose you got earlier in which it said;
“A pretty flower for a pretty girl like you.”
And the list goes on and on as you read them. However, one thing you noticed was the lack of initials, leaving these notes anonymous.
“Who are you?”
This question swirls in your head as you keep these notes in a little treasure chest your mom gave you for your 15th birthday.
You were on your way to the Quidditch field to play for the Quidditch Tournament with your team members. Upon making it to the courtyard, you just so happen to bump into Haknyeon. You noticed the Red and Gold striped sweater, along with his pants and a cloak in contrast to your full Quidditch attire together with the arms and leg gears.
“Hey guys, mind if I steal ‘yours truly’ for a moment? I promise I’ll bring her back to you guys in one whole.” Haknyeon smiles innocently to your friends, earning a few snickers from them but they nonetheless left you alone with him.
Once they were out of sight, you turned to him with a frown.
“What do you want now, Ju? And make it quick. I have a game to win.” You snapped, earning a chuckle from him.
“Relax beasty, I won’t hold you back for long.”
“So what do you want?”
“You know this is a seasonal championship right?”
“And?”
“And this year’s winner will be titled the Season’s Champion, yes?”
“O...kay?” You raised an eyebrow at him in question, not sure where this conversation was heading to.
“So let’s make a bet.”
You started to laugh as you clutched your stomach, afraid of growing six packs while you did that. Unfortunately, you didn’t get the same response from him which made you confused and eventually stopped.
“A bet? You wanna make a bet? Sure. You’ll only be crying at the end of it cause Slytherin’s gonna take the prize home.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. So let’s make a bet.” Haknyeon urges you again, to which you couldn’t help but agree just so you could prove him wrong.
“Fine. If Slytherin wins, you’re gonna leave me alone for the rest of the year.” You said.
“And if Gryffindor wins, you have to go on 3 dates with me.” He announced. You weren’t gonna lie, you were a little shocked by his proposal but you didn’t want to back out now so you shook hands on it.
“Deal.”
“Choi Jongho has gotten the snitch! Gryffindor wins!” Lee Jordan, the commentator from Gryffindor announced as you slammed your fist onto your broomstick. You’ve lost a few times before throughout your 5 years in Hogwarts but today was a little different as you had your bet with Haknyeon hanging by a thread.
You were floating about 10 feet away from Gryffindor’s stand, your gaze naturally fleeting to the left only to lock eyes with the blonde haired devil from Gryffindor who had a smirk on his face before he mouthed something so clear to you.
“I win.”
You couldn’t even respond to him so you simply flew down and back into your pitch tent along with the rest of your teammates. After you were done with post-game preps, you all began to make your way back to your common rooms.
It wasn’t until you were at the grand staircase that you bumped into Haknyeon and his friends. He gave you a cheeky little wink before snapping his fingers and soon, you felt a slip of paper magically appear in your hands.
You kept it in your hands until you went back, only opening it when you were in your bed.
“Nice game. I hope you don’t forget about our bet. See you at Three Broomsticks Inn, this Saturday. 12pm. Don’t be late. Oh, and, wear prettily ;) - JHN”
You were definitely in for a treat.
The day finally came as you made an excuse to your friends saying you couldn’t go with them to Hogsmeade because you promised to help Ginny with her Muggle studies. The minute they left, you got upstairs to change out of your pyjamas and into some comfortable jeans, a sweater, a denim jacket and a pair of worn out sneakers.
You teleported to Hogsmeade using the Floo Powder your mom gave you just in case you needed to rush home due to an emergency.
You arrived at a dark alley in Hogsmeade, making sure your friends weren’t around before you left the safety of that alley. Carefully walking past some villagers, you found your way to the Inn without getting caught. With one gentle push of the wooden door, you were immediately greeted by the bustling customers.
You looked around the room to find for the devil who shall not be named and Lord Behold, he waves over to you from one of the tables across the room. You almost lost your footing when you saw what he wore.
It was almost as if he knew what you were going to wear. He was wearing black pants with a denim jacket. Simple yet so good looking.
You went over to him only to sit on his left where it was nearer to the edge of the semi circle couch.
“You’re late, you know?” Haknyeon laughs.
“Yeah but I’m here aren’t I?” You scoffed softly under your breath, earning a little giggle from him.
“On our first date too? You’re a terrible one.” He joked.
“Fine then. Go find someone who’s on time for your date, maybe they’ll actually arrive earlier than you.” Right before you could slide out of the seat, Haknyeon gently grabs your wrist to stop you.
“Relax, I’m just kidding… Come on, butterbeer on me. Deal?” He asked, shaking his wallet in between his fingers as though telling you he really meant it when he said he’ll pay for it.
Of course you couldn’t let this moment up, which is why you agreed to it. Unfortunately, right before he could slide out the opposite end of the table, your eyes flew over to the front doors where the bell chimed indicating a customer. That’s when you saw your friends walking in and you could’ve sworn they would see you in a matter of seconds if they just turned to the left slightly.
“Oh shit!” You cursed as you grabbed hold of Haknyeon’s collar only to drag him out of the table and soon towards the back. Haknyeon was a little taken aback by your sudden aggression as he began to ask you a series of questions.
You quickly pulled him behind one of the pillars, shoving him against the concrete wall as you peeked past the pillar.
“Okay, if you want to kill me, at least do it when we’re in private.” He teased you.
“Shut up. My friends are here. I lied to them saying I can’t join them.” You whispered, trying to see if your friends wouldn’t make it to the back. What you didn’t realize was the way Haknyeon was discreetly checking you out.
“You know, for a Slytherin, you’re not as sly as you think you are. What makes you think they can’t figure out it’s you from a dist-”
“Kiss me.”
You suddenly spoke as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe his ears when you said that.
“What?”
“I said kiss me!” You loudly whispered but your eyes were frantically flickering back and forth to something behind him.
However, right before you could yell at him, you felt him snaking his right arm around your waist while the other hand reached up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a soft and gentle kiss. You fluttered your eyelids close as he turned you so that his back would be facing the open area while your smaller form gets shielded from the public eye.
You could hear your friend’s voices getting closer and closer and eventually made their way past Haknyeon’s back. You could’ve sworn you heard some of them snicker and scoff at your unknown presence.
Once they are gone, Haknyeon pulls back from you with the softest sound as he caresses your cheek for a moment.
Suddenly your heart was picking up speed against your chest. You locked eyes with him for a second or two, feeling him tilt his head slightly to make his lips brush over yours again purposely before pulling away completely.
“I reckon we should leave?” He chuckled, making you nod.
“Yes please.”
With that being said, he let you leave the hiding spot first, making sure he used his body to block you from unwanted view.
A few hours passed where he took you to a few of his favourite shops in Hogsmeade, including some personal spots around town where he usually goes when he needs space to be by himself. You were now making your way back to the castle as you both managed to not quarrel for more than a minute of being with each other.
You must admit, it was nice getting to know Haknyeon better instead of fighting with him like usual.
It has been four days since your first date with Haknyeon and again, you still received the notes. This time, it said;
“You’re cute. Can I keep you?”
With that, you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
“What? Did the person who gave you those letters finally revealed himself?” Wooyoung asked from beside you, only for you to show him the note.
“No, but isn’t it tiring to keep thinking of cheesy love notes to write almost everyday?” You whispered to him upon hearing Professor McGonagall enter the class.
“Well, I would say this person is totally head over heels for you to even write these from day 1.” Wooyoung speaks utter nonsense most of the time, but maybe he made some sense today.
You were on your second date with Haknyeon, as he promised to take you on a ride. What ride might I ask? Not just any ride. He was taking you on a ride on a Hippogriff.
“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this? I really don’t want to be expelled.” You warned him as he laughed at you.
“Aren’t you being a little too goody two shoes for a Slytherin?” Haknyeon teased, only to get a good slap to his arm from you.
“Say anything stupid again and I swear you’ll be the one swimming in the lake with the damn Lochness.” You threatened as he raised his arms in a surrender but there was a wide grin on his face. Something you’ve grown to adore these days.
With that, he soon hops on the magical creature easily, leaving you nervous. Haknyeon had his hand extended out for you to take but you were afraid.
“Y/N come on, we don’t have forever!” He said.
“What if I fall?” You panicked but you ended up unconsciously whining, making him giggle.
“I won’t let you fall. I promise. Now come on, darling.” Haknyeon jerks his hand to you again, only for you to stare at it for a bit before you finally take his hand into yours. He easily pulled you up and onto the animal’s back. You sat in front of him while you gently grabbed onto the creature’s neck, being careful that you don’t accidentally harm it.
“Okay Buckbeak, show us whatchu got.” Haknyeon said as he gave the creature a few pats to its belly and soon, the creature took off flying into the sky. You let out a scream, hugging the neck tightly while Haknyeon holds onto nothing.
He clearly had more experience than you in terms of flying on this creature’s back.
You had your eyes closed the entire time even when you felt the smooth glide across the air. Still being stubborn to open your eyes, you felt him tap your shoulders.
“Y/N come on! Open your eyes! You’re missing out on the view!” His voice sounded so excited behind you, it almost made you believe it wasn’t the same boy who has been a living nuisance to you all these while.
“No way! I’m just gonna panic even more if I see how high we are!” You yelled over the loud gush of wind that might be rendering your hearing.
“I promise we’ll be fine, just open your eyes! Trust me!” Haknyeon reassured you as you felt him gently slide his hands down your arms and onto your wrist to pull them away from the creature’s neck. You shook your head desperately, hoping he’d leave you alone. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t.
Instead, he thought it would be a good idea to scare you. Maybe that way you’ll finally open your eyes.
And you did.
Because the minute you heard him yell for help, you immediately opened your eyes and turned around only to find him seated firmly on Buckbeak’s back with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You bloody piece of shit!” You huffed in annoyance as you turned back around only for Buckbeak to playfully tilt his body up to make you fall back slightly. That’s when a string of curses left your lips while you desperately grabbed onto its neck.
“Don’t do that Buckbeak!” You scolded the animal, only to get a little sound from him. Just then, Haknyeon decides to challenge you.
“Wanna know what it feels to fly?”
“Uhh, no?”
“It’ll be fun. Here.” Haknyeon said as he slowly reached over to grab your wrists while his firm chest softly pressed against your back but for some reason, it made you feel some sort of safety.
“W-What are you doing?” You stuttered, only for him to smile and soon spoke into your ears leaving a soft tingling feel to your skin.
“Just trust me.”
With that being said, he gently spreads your arms out on either side of you, making them act like wings for you. As Buckbeak glided through the air, you imagined you were flying until you heard him whisper into your ear, “Close your eyes.”
You did as he said, only for it to enhance the imagination. A smile naturally appears on your lips as you completely didn’t see the way he was staring at you from beside you. Ignoring the way his hands found your waist and left it there for the rest of the ride.
It was your third and final date for the bet you made with him. For some odd reason, you didn’t want it to end but of course you couldn’t tell him that. So when you met him at the lake, you looked slightly down and he noticed. Haknyeon wouldn’t let this slide easily which is why he decided to tease you about it.
“What’s with the long face, darling? Already attached to me?”
You scoffed as you approached him by the swing only for you to take a seat at the wooden plank beside his seated figure on the grass patch.
“So what? This was just for the bet anyway.” You mumbled under your breath, not realizing that he heard you.
The next few minutes went by like how your previous dates went. Constant teasing, playful jokes and banter, friendly chats and even random fights that involve you throwing a handful of dead leaves at him while he scoops water from the lake and proceeds to toss it at you.
At the end of this short date, you had just arrived at the end of the wooden bridge when he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from walking any further.
“I just remembered I promised my friends I’d meet them at the Three Broomsticks Inn in like 5 minutes so I have to leave you from here on.” He said.
“Right…” You said, your voice sounded a little sad.
“I guess the bet’s over. Thanks… for... well, going on the dates with me.” Haknyeon said, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and the wooden panels behind you.
“A bet’s a bet right? I’d be a wimp if I didn’t do it.” You smiled.
There was a beat of awkward silence as you got ready to leave when he said something that made your stomach flip.
“That’s it? No goodbye kiss? I thought this was a date?” Haknyeon pouted, keeping his gaze on you as stable as possible. You almost couldn’t believe your ears.
Did he just ask you for a kiss?
“I… Umm… Okay?” You stuttered in confusion, earning a soft little giggle from him.
However, the nerves soon disappear the minute he takes a step closer and soon wraps one hand around your waist while the other cups your face before he leans down to let his lips seal yours. You instantly fluttered your eyes shut, letting your hands rest on his chest.
The kiss felt so genuine, you almost forgot how you used to fight with this same boy 24/7. Haknyeon smiled against your lips as he pulled back for air shortly before kissing you again.
His lips were intoxicating, you almost forgot how to breathe. Haknyeon gives you a cheeky little lick to your bottom lip as he soon pulls away from you, leaving you breathless. You pressed your forehead softly against his as you kept your eyes shut, too embarrassed to look at him at this point.
His chuckle fills your ears as he cups your face with both hands and whispers against your lips.
“Go. Be safe. Avoid the common grounds, that’s where Filch always lurks around.” Soon after, he gave your lips another peck before you felt wind whooshing around you. Immediately, his touch left you and it almost made you crumble to the ground.
What did he do to you?
A few days later, you were just having lunch with everyone else at their respective house tables and your friends surrounded you when you saw a note slipping past from under your plate. A pretty baby blue one that is. You carefully unfolded it, only to see it read;
“I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’ve been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since the day I met you, you’ve never left.”
For some reason, those words meant something to you.
It was as though you knew this person and have created some sort of a bond with them. And yet, you still don’t know who. However, you do now have a little suspicion on who it was and who these notes belonged to. So to test your theory, you looked up from your table, almost immediately catching the eyes of the same pair of brown ones you’ve grown accustomed to.
Haknyeon was already staring like he knew you were going to find him. What surprised you the most is the fact that he didn’t even flinch when you caught him.
You held eye contact for a second before you got cut off by Wooyoung putting a scoopful of mashed potatoes onto your plate. You gave the boy a little smack to his head, earning a choke from him. When you looked back over to Haknyeon, he was already talking to his friend with the back of his head facing you.
A few hours later, you were having your Potions class when a note popped out of nowhere from under your book. To avoid getting minus points from Snape, you quickly shoved the note into your cloak pocket and yet you still got called by the Head of Slytherin for not paying attention.
Therefore, having to serve detention.
You could only curse him in your head while you cleaned every single flask and cauldron pots till they were spick and span.
Once you were done, you left the room only to find Haknyeon leaning against the wall with one leg bent to rest his foot on the wall. He was busy playing with his Patronus charm when his eyes flicked up upon hearing the door open.
“Haknyeon? What are you doing here? Don’t we have Transfiguration right now?” You loudly whispered as you approached him only to drag him towards the end where you were hidden from Snape’s office door. Once you were hiding behind the pillar, you turned to peek past the wall with Haknyeon right in front of you.
The hallway was empty thanks to the classes going on currently but that doesn’t mean you were free from not being caught out of class.
“I told Professor McGonagall I’m having stomach aches so she excused me to go to the hospital wing.” Haknyeon explained, only for you to frown.
“And why were you waiting outside Snape’s office, might I ask?”
“To see you.”
“You couldn’t wait till I come to class?” You asked with a slight tease in your voice.
“Needed to see you right after detention, so that I could do this.”
With that being said, he easily captures you into a kiss. You sighed through your nose as you cupped his neck to pull him closer to you. Haknyeon wraps his arms around your waist, letting himself trap you against the wall and his body. You changed your head positions to be at a slightly more comfortable state, feeling him squeeze your sides.
Just then, he pulled away for a breath, making it easy for you to slip in the question.
“All those notes were from you, weren’t they?”
Haknyeon grew quiet for a moment but then decided to just come clean with you. After all, that’s what he has been wanting to do anyway.
“Are you disappointed?”
“I would be if you told me this 4 weeks ago… But now? Not so much.” You smiled.
“Really?” He asked.
“Would I do this if I was disappointed?” You asked only to kiss him again. Haknyeon smirks against your lips as you feel him lift you up and spin you around. When he placed you back down, he gave you a peck on the lips and soon spoke up.
“Should I stop giving you notes then?”
“Go ahead. Cause I’ve already won the prize.”
“You sure have.”
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Main 6 + Morga When They Walk in on MC Crying
Asra
He would most likely freak out at first
Immediately runs to you and asks what’s wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll just hug you and try to calm you down.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay? I’m here. I’m not going to leave you alone.”
If you don’t want to be held, he understands and sits in front of you without leaving your side. However, if you tell him to leave, he will ask if that is what you really want. If the answer is “yes,” he’ll get up and leave, but will stay outside the door as a precaution.
Faust will try to lighten your mood by squeezing your hand and saying some silly things.
When you’re ready to talk about what hurt you, Asra will listen carefully and try to find a solution, if there is one. If someone hurt you, that’s a different case. He would be angry. Most likely he will confront them or cast a bad luck spell on them. If it was your own mental problems, he would spend hours trying to compliment you.
He understands that sometimes it’s best to just let your emotions out, so he tells you it’s okay to cry.
However, if you were crying over something stupid, like you dropped a slice of bread, he would laugh. You scared him and he’s just happy that everything is okay. And it was funny.
Makes you some tea afterwards. Even feeds you some chocolate if you want to.
Nadia
“Darling, are you in… Oh.”
Nadia is utterly confused and surprised. That was the last thing she expected when she started looking for you.
If you were lying on the bedroom floor crying, she’ll make you sit on the bed so you’ll be more comfortable. She doesn’t mind if you don’t want to tell her what’s wrong right away. Nadia sits down next to you and calmly waits for you to stop crying. If you want a hug, she will gladly hold your trembling form.
She whispers sweet nothings in your ear to help you calm down.
“It’s okay, darling. Cry it out.”
When you’re ready to talk, she gives you her full attention. She doesn’t mind if you take big pauses between sentences. You’ve probably never seen her so focused before. If you tell her someone hurt you, she’ll ask if you want to put that person behind bars. Whatever the answer is, the person will get punishment for their actions. If it’s stress or something else, she’ll try to find a solution to your problem.
She doesn’t mind if you want to stay in bed all day. She understands that and lets you rest. However, she tries to stay with you as long as possible.
Get’s you anything you need. Food? New clothes? A new pet, perhaps? She’ll get you one. If it makes you happy, she’s cool with it.
If you want to stay with her, even if she has a meeting, she’ll gladly let you come. Will tell the courtiers/royalties that you are welcome here and if they mind you, the door is over there.
When the two of you are alone again, she will kiss you and tell you that she will do everything she can to make sure you are not sad again.
Julian
Uh oh
His first thought is that he fucked up and now you’re crying because of him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he runs to your side and asks what’s wrong and if he caused it.
When you don’t answer him for minutes, he gets worried, but he respects your boundaries, so he tries to hug you and let you cry on his shoulders. If you want him to leave, he leaves, but probably stops at your door. He tries to remember everything you did that day that could have made you so upset.
Most likely, he is overthinking the whole situation.
When you are willing to talk to him, he will sit down like a little kid and listen to you. If someone hurt you, he will ask for their name to confront the person and probably get beat up by them. If it’s something else, he’ll immediately ask if you need medical help. Even if you say no, he will remember to ask again if this happens more than once.
If you need a hug, he will happily cuddle with you on the couch/bed. His first priority right now is the person he loves the most, which is you. That’s why he wants to stay with you all day.
He gets you food and water and peacefully waits for you to finish your meal.
He uses his comedic acting skills to make you laugh. Julian even puts on a little show for you. He plays every single character, of course. When Julian plays a female character, he tries to make his voice a little higher and tucks his hair behind his ears. If that doesn’t make you laugh, he’s lost.
“Do you, uh…. wanna go to Mazelinka’s house for some soup?”
Julian is genuinely trying to make you happy, even if he has to make a fool of himself. He’ll do it for you.
Portia
“OH MY GOD! MC, what happened?! Are you okay?!”
Portia runs to you and immediately hugs you. She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back and whispering to you that everything will be okay. She lets you cry on her shoulders and waits patiently for you to open up about it.
If you want her to leave, she looks at you with puppy eyes, but eventually gives you some time alone.
She immediately runs to the kitchen to get you some sweets and water. Even gets some warm blankets so you can cuddle them. When Portia gets back to your room, she quietly opens the door and slides in the things she got for you. Then she immediately closes it again and waits for you outside.
When you don’t answer for minutes, she runs to Nadia and explains the situation, asking if she could be free today to be with you. She is understanding of the situation and lets Portia be with you. Once she hears the answer, she runs back to you.
Pepi somehow got in and rubbed her head against your leg to cheer you up. She won’t leave you alone until you stop crying.
When you are ready to talk about what happened, Portia will sit down on the bed with you. She is very worried, but tries to smile for you. If you tell her that someone hurt you, she is ready to slam that person to the floor. Portia really wants to do something, but if she can’t confront said person, she will try to talk to Nadia about it. If it’s something else, she’ll try to get whatever you need right now.
She may even take you to the kitchen to bake something with her. She tries to make it fun by throwing a little flour at you.
Helps you brush your hair (if you have any) and compliments you on how nice it is.
Prepares a bath for you and if you want her to join in, she’ll gladly do it.
Muriel
This man deadass froze at the sight of your tears.
He was so surprised that he forgot he had just walked in on you.
Slowly he approaches you and tries to hug you very gently. Muriel doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you, especially when you’re crying. He quietly asks you what’s wrong and tries to rub your back to reassure you.
If you want him to leave, he’s a little taken aback, but nods and walks out to give you some space. While you’re in there, he picks you some flowers. He only picks the prettiest ones because he thinks they’re the only ones that fit you.
When he comes back and sees Inanna whimpering at the door, he gives her the flowers and lets her in. She walks right up to you and drops the flowers in your lap. She then puts her head in your hand and lets out a small whimper.
As soon as you are ready to talk about it, Inanna runs to the door and scracthes it, signaling to Muriel to enter. He slowly sits down next to you, takes your hands in his, and asks what happened. If it turns out that someone hurt you, he’s really angry and promises that he won’t leave you alone from now on. May or may not ask Asra to curse the person. If it’s something else, he feels really bad and tries to help you get through it.
When you’ve completely calmed down, he takes you to his favorite place in the forest. He shows you all the plants and animals that live there and tries to explain why they are important.
If you want to watch the sunset, he takes you to the best spot he knows. Sits you down and waits for the sun to set. You may look at the sun, but he will look at you and tell you that you are beautiful while he blushes.
When you are both done, he grabs your hand and walks back to his hut.
He will cuddle with you once you are in the hut.
(Something that probably happened and made you cry: “Muriel… I accidentally stepped on Inanna’s tail and now she doesn’t want to come near me…”)
Lucio
Worried face™
“Why are you crying? What happened?!”
Lucio is so damn scared.
At first he doesn’t quite know what to do, but when he finally realizes he should reassure you, he walks up to you and hugs you. Lucio places gentle kisses on every inch of your skin or where you allow him to. He uses his baby voice (the one everyone uses on animals and babies) and tries to tell you that everything is okay.
If you want him to leave, he huffs a little but walks out of the room. Once he’s out, he immediately runs to find Mercedes and Melchior so they can be with you if he can’t.
The servants only see a panicked Lucio running towards the garden and then back to your room with two dogs following him.
He lets the dogs in, hoping they can calm you down a bit. When he’s alone again, Lucio goes all over the palace ordering each servant to get you your favorite foods, sweets, drinks, clothes, anything he can think of at the moment.
Lucio comes back to your room and waits rather impatiently for you to open the door. He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but he’s just anxious.
When you are ready to let him in, he literally bursts in and runs to you. He sits down in front of you with wide eyes and gives you his full attention. If you tell him that someone dared to hurt you, he already runs to them with his sword drawn out. It takes a while to explain to him that he can’t do that. He’ll still throw them in the dungeon and you can’t stop him. If the reason you cried is something else, he’ll let you rant about it and make little notes in his head to make your life easier.
Takes you to the garden when you finally calm down. Goes to a tree and tries to fight it for you. Just so you can laugh, he loses to it and dramatically falls to the ground screaming that it hurts so much and he dies.
After you smile, he sits down next to you and tells you his wonderful stories while cuddling with the dogs.
Morga
She just stands there looking down at you for a minute. You probably didn’t hear her come in.
At first Morga doesn’t know what to do, because all she had to deal with was a couple of people crying, which probably wasn’t her husband. Morga sighs softly and kneels down to you.
mother senses intensifies
She tries to say something, but decides it’s better if she doesn’t. She places a hand on your shoulder and begins to rub it. As you snuggle closer to her, she puts the spear away and hugs you. She won’t say anything until you are ready to talk. If you ask her to leave, she nods, gets up, and goes hunting.
Morga may not show it, but she is genuinely concerned for you. You’re living with her in the middle of the snowy forest, so you have to be physically and mentally strong.
“Probably something really bad happened and that’s why they’re crying.” she mutters.
She couldn’t bear to look at her son while he was crying, so it was hard for her to act tough while you weren’t doing well.
In the end, she thinks about everything that could have happened and tries to find a solution before you’ve told her anything.
Jaeger waits for you on a tree next to your door so he can tell Morga if you’re ready to talk.
When Jaeger signals her, Morga comes right back and goes inside. She kneels down, looks deep into your eyes, and asks what’s wrong. She can see that something really hurt you, so she sits down, takes off her cape and puts it around you.
If you tell her someone hurt you (even though you thought the two of you lived here alone), Morga clenches her jaw. The look in her eyes tells everything. She doesn’t run off like Lucio, but she’s definitely going to try and hunt the person down. If you’re struggling with something else, she nods acknowledgingly and tries to find a solution for you.
You can relax for the rest of the day, though she’ll probably want to get her chores done. If you really want her to stay with you, she’ll eventually give in and take you to your bed to lay down with you.
Achievement Unlocked: Soft Morga
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Can you do Idv Andrew relationships Hcs, maybe add nsfw if it's not too hard. thank you so much also I love your writing style :))
⏳ Andrew Relationship HCs . . .
SFW ;;
♡ when andrew first arrived at the manor, everyone welcomed him pretty well but nobody ever went out of their way to make him feel welcome
♡ except for you
♡ you'd always make sure he had something to eat, an umbrella for the sun, and would help him walk if he felt dizzy or couldn't see very well
♡ he couldn't understand why a stranger was being so kind to a monster like him
♡ he was so enamoured with you, it was like you had put a spell on him
♡ thank goodness his shaggy hair covers so much of his face because every time your hands touched when you handed him a snack he'd blush furiously
♡ when you shared an umbrella with him, he was squirming so hard from how happy you made him and how new this feeling was.. you noticed he was walking weird and thought it was due to his condition, not that he was trying to stop himself from bouncing like a puppy every time he walked with you
♡ before the sound of footsteps shook him to his core, now he associates them with you approaching him to tell him about your latest match and he gets 🦋🦋🦋
♡ andrew is a religious man, so he figured you were an angel sent to watch over him
♡ you laughed when he referred to you as an angel but secretly... you didn't mind the name
♡ whatever you were, he felt blessed by your presence and unworthy of your kindness
♡ when he asked why you never degraded him for his condition, you explained that the timeline you were from before reaching the manor is about a hundred years ahead of his so you knew all about albinism, you even had classmates with it
♡ he stared at you in awe and sniffed back tears, thinking about how people like him were able to attend school and make friends
♡ you held his hand when you noticed him battling the urge to cry
♡ he'd never felt such warmth before
♡ andrew was the kindest, most gentle man you've ever met and it felt like daggers to your heart when he told you about how he was tormented his whole life
♡ that was when you kissed him and whispered, cupping his cheek and staring lovingly into his eyes, "it's okay andrew, they're all gone now, we all love you here... i love you,"
♡ he nearly fell off the bench the two of you were sitting on
♡ hearing those words, feeling your warm lips on his icy chapped ones;;;; he pinched his wrist under the assumption he was dreaming
♡ "this can't be real, if it is... she has to be deceiving me... nobody could ever..." poor andrew didn't know he was speaking out loud
♡ you hushed him and pulled him close to you, so close he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and planted a kiss on the crown of his head. "andrew... please don't say that. it's okay if you don't feel the same, but... i want to be yours,"
♡ he stiffened up in your arms and nodded profusely
♡ he was tongue tied, especially when it came to the word love. he's never loved or been loved before this
♡ love was a scary word for him but his nodding told you that he felt the same way, he was happy, he was warm, he wanted more kisses, he wanted you, he loved you
♡ the two of you laid there while you rubbed his back and whispered words of endearment into his ear, he was completely relaxed for the first time in his life
♡ luca and victor passed by you two and victor promptly slipped a coin into luca's pocket
♡ "told ya they were gonna get together eventually," luca snickered before whistling at you two, mortifying you in the process
♡ your relationship is the softest thing ever
♡ andrew loves to hear about the future
♡ even if he's completely lost when you describe video games to him, he cherishes being able to hear you speak about what you're passionate about
♡ plenty of nights he falls asleep to you reading aloud to him, andrew loves to snuggle up to you and nod off to a bedtime story told by his love
♡ he's a very attentive lover, always picking up on what you like and what you don't
♡ dating is a brand new concept to him so there's lots of explanations you have to give, it's all worth it though. andrew is like a puppy around you, he's sooo so so happy and in love
♡ he sometimes feels insecure about holding your hand, especially in the winter, due to how cold he is but you told him he made you feel so warm inside that it cancelled out
♡ that's how you make andrew so flustered he has to hide his face in his hands 101
♡ he's ripped from digging graves all day long and can give you piggyback rides
♡ you beg him to run around with you in his arms but he always refuses, he doesn't wanna drop you
♡ doesn't matter, getting picked up by him and hearing both of you laugh in sync while your legs wiggle in the air is the best part anyways
♡ speaking of his laugh
♡ he'll laugh at whatever joke you tell him, whether he understands it or not
♡ he loves you call you angel, sweetheart, honey, dear... especially like, my dear sweet wonderful y/n the light of my life my angel from above - he thinks the more petnames he stacks, the more love he conveys for you. it gets ridiculous at times
♡ you two never fight and can agree on pretty much everything
♡ the second somebody in the manor makes a joke about you two getting married, he seriously considers it and goes searching for rings
♡ he wants to be with you for the rest of his life 🥺
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♡ if you thought andrew was inexperienced in relationships, just wait till you want to take things to the next level with him
♡ i feel like he'd know what sex is but only because he was told not to do it before marriage and he knows that it makes babies, he has no idea people do it out of love
♡ he's so affection starved that he gets horny when you do the smallest things
♡ he'd never dare to speak on it though
♡ your clothes dip to reveal your chest or ass and he feels something down there, but he doesn't know what to do about it and feels humiliated
♡ he thinks he's being cursed, he's been too lucky and too happy for far too long
♡ the final straw is when he accidentally opens the door while you're getting changed and he catches a glimpse of your naked body
♡ he's reduced to a trembling mess who can't do anything but palm himself through his cassock
♡ that's when you have to explain to him that he's just horny and there's nothing wrong with sex, even if you aren't married
♡ you emphasize that you'd love to do it with him and you've wanted to for a long time
♡ he trusts you but he's so embarrassed he doesn't know where to start
♡ you start off by slowly undressing him and running your hands all over his body, kissing every scar and praising him endlessly
♡ he's shaking and dripping so much precum with every word of endearment, he's waited so long for this to happen
♡ you sit in his lap and stare into his eyes and he cums before you even get to his lower half
♡ he can't sit up straight and clings to you for support, he's never had any sort of sexual action before and this poor guy is way too sensitive
♡ showing his body to you was scary but with the way you tenderly kissed him and drew circles on his skin with nothing but pure adoration, he realized maybe he wasn't so ugly after all
♡ your first time with him lasts hours and he proposes to you seconds after pulling out because he wants to do that with you everyday from now on without feeling guilty
♡ nobody thought he would have such a high sex drive but he's like a rabbit, he always wants to touch you and make you feel good
♡ he can't initiate things but you can tell by the way he squirms and eyes you when you walk in the room that he's about to explode
♡ those years of isolation did something to him
♡ his favourite activity is when you give him handjobs because he's scared of hurting you somehow, paradise for him is sitting in bed together while you pump his cock and kiss him gently
♡ his hands and fingers are HUGE and super calloused so the friction feels like heaven when he gets the guts to touch you
♡ not to mention his dick is like the eiffel tower, he needs to learn how to use it bcos it is biiig
♡ he's so addicted to the noises and faces you make when you cum, you truly are an angel to him
♡ he loves to go slow and savour every moment, but right before he cums his carnal side comes out and he's like an animal
♡ he goes from soft cries to straight up growling
♡ something unexpected he loves is bath sex
♡ the two of you covered in bubbles in a warm bath getting each other off makes him so happy, especially when you're back from a particularly gruesome match
♡ he'll be extra soft if you have any injuries
♡ andrew is willing to try anything that you want, even if he thinks he won't like it, he wants to make his darling happy
♡ he doesn't like when you bury your face in a pillow or try to hide from him, he wants to see your body in all its glory and worship it like you do his
♡ his moans can get so loud that your neighbours victor and luca have to smack the wall to tell you to quiet down in there
♡ which is pretty unfair since they aren't any quieter either :/
#andrew kreiss imagine#andrew kreiss x reader#andrew kreiss#andrew kreiss smut#idv imagine#idv x reader#identity v imagine#this is so long i got carried away for my boy andrew fjfkdks
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