#and the weirdest part when this happens is that I’m not even attracted to him. like this would make sense if I wanted to fuck him but no??

[zebracakesarecopingmechanisms]

I have to wake up in 6 hours but my mind is plagued by jpegs of Mr. Green from the film Clue (1985)

#it seems ​i am no longer God’s special little boy #clue #clue (1985) #clue movie #clue the movie #clue 1985 #mr green #mr. green #clue mr green #clue mr. green #mr green clue #mr. green clue #it’s the autism btw. if you’re wondering #and the weirdest part when this happens is that I’m not even attracted to him. like this would make sense if I wanted to fuck him but no?? #I’m literally a lesbian I have no interest in him i just want to keep him in my pocket

[lovepookie]

₊˚ෆ Green Light - l.hs

♡︎ sypnosis: in which you have a staring problem—and lee heeseung notices. the weirdest part? he’s totally into that. he just needs the traffic light to turn green to make a move. did you like him like he’s come to like you? find out next episode! on-

♡ genre: fluff, college au, fem!reader, crack, strangers to lovers

♡ 3.4k word count

♡ warnings: uhh cussing, stalker-ish?, stalking mentioned as a joke, please let me know if you’d like me to add any!

♡︎ nano note: hello lovelies! i’m trying to feed the hee-stans so i really hope u guys like this. feedback is much appreciated! (this may or not have been inspired by the song greenlight by 5sos lmao) may or may not write a part 2 idk lmk. xoxo

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You saw the way the corners of his lips turned up at his friend’s joke. He was so entrancing, and you didn’t know why. Literally every little move would have your breath hitched in your throat. It was actually kind of annoying. You watched him as he blew his hair out of his eyes, leaning back in his chair in a lazy way. He was just so attractive.

But why?

You’re not sure. You let your mind wander in almost anger as you try to compose yourself.

“Yah! Heeseung there she goes again.” Sunghoon whisper yells in a teasing manner.

Heeseung feels his ears turn warm and refuses to look in your direction.

“Ahhh your secret admirer?” Niki leant in, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he put his full trust in the chair he was sitting on, leaning back on the back two legs to support himself in the air. The professor had told him multiple times about not doing the dangerous act.

Did he listen?

No.

“Leave it alone.” Heeseung mumbles, picking up his pen and spinning it throughout his fingers as he looked down at his notebook. It wasn’t like he was taking notes or anything, the professor was late again to the lecture so everyone was conversating about as they waited.

“You should talk to her.” Jay said nonchalantly, a bubble gum lolipop in his mouth.

“Yeah~ You should~” Niki says as he giggles and bumps his shoulder into Heeseung’s. All Heeseung could do was blush further.

It wasn’t like he was new to the attention, he’d always had an admirer or two, but this felt different.

He’d always liked a couple of the people who took interest in him first, but it was always a sort of physical and straight off the back type of attraction. He was just like Jake and Sunghoon; having many girls lurk his way, but only the popular and pretty ones were the one’s they gave actual chances to.

But you?

This was different.

He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t say why. He had taken notice of your stares one day and had thought nothing of it. You were probably just another admirer. Right?

But one day, he decided to meet your eyes and smile at you for once. And low and behold, he wasn’t sure if it was the best or worst thing to ever happen to him because all you did was stare back. You seemed slightly caught off guard for just a moment, but your gaze never relented. It felt like a a couple seconds at most before his friends nudged him out of it, but damn. He felt so entranced through such a little interaction. The boys took notice of this of course, and now they tease him for it, but he didn’t really care. During the stare down, it felt so…

Different.

He’s given a girl the eyes before, but when he stared at you and you stared back unafraid and even unfazed, he suddenly felt as if maybe he’d been caught checking you out. It lit a fire in his stomach and released the butterflies from their cage—sappy enough to say.

From that day on, he had grown interested in the girl who stared. Almost no emotions could be read from your eyes, so Heeseung felt like he’d remember it forever.

What could he say?

He didn’t understand why he suddenly gained fondness for your cold unfaltering eyes.

He just knew it all felt…

Different.

-

There he was again.

You sighed as the pretty grey-haired boy had rounded the campus hallway, going in the opposite direction that you were headed out of.

Your breath hitches as you took him and his friends in.

Well, more like just him.

He was tall and lean, but strong within himself and the laugh he let out made you feel weird. He was very attractive. You couldn’t quite place a reason why, but you felt it—the steady feeling of your heartbeat speeding up.

After indulging yourself with a few glances, you decided to place an earphone in your ear and go on with your day.

Maybe the song you were listening to had reminded you of him—you’d never admit it though because by this point in your infatuation you were just trying to seal away any and all ideas of him. If it was up to you, you’d forget the lingering thoughts of him altogether.

You saw the way he looked at you too.

Still.

As far as you were concerned; you had no chance with Heeseung.

That was just reality.

One foot hovering over the gas pedal—yet the red-light never changes.

-

“Guess who’s here…” Jake says as he swings his arm around Heeseung.

Heeseung’s eyes go up from his phone as he looked around almost instinctively and found you. You had your headphones in and wore a pretty moonstone necklace around your neck—but this time your eyes weren’t on him. He watched as you wandered the hallway and scrolled through your phone, most likely to pick out a song. He wandered what songs you’d be listening to; what songs would you specifically take the time to seek out? Did they sound pretty and soothing like your demeanor, or were they loud and abrupt like your gaze?

Heeseung cursed himself for thinking of someone this way.

He didn’t know why he did if he was being completely honest. It was like one glance from you and his whole world changed. To this day he refuses to aknowledge where the butterflies came from.

“Bro at this point, you’re the stalker.” Sunghoon joked, gaining a laugh from Niki and an elbow to the stomach from Sunoo.

“Hey, just because she stares at him doesn’t mean she’s a stalker, genius.” Sunoo mutters.

Jake just chuckles.

“I don’t know. I’d say they’re both stalkers.” Jungwon chimes in, running through a bag of mini chocolate chip cookies like he was a thief in a jewelry store.

“Hey, you say all that but I saw you eyeing her sister. She’s a Sophomore right? Like Sunoo?” Jay states, snatching the cookie bag and chomping down.

“Jungwon likes the Noona’s?!?” Jake teases, eyes going wide.

“Y-yah!” Jungwon yelps, eyebrows furrowed fiercely in contrast to his pink puffed up cheeks.

Heeseung’s eyes widened.

So you had family on campus?

Interesting.

He wandered if you two were close; he’d always been close to his brother.

Heeseung pauses as he realizes he’s curious about your family affairs but after scolding himself a bit inwardly, Niki’s voice brings him back to Earth. “Oooh~ Maybe Jungwon-hyung and Hee-hyung can go on a double date.” Niki suggests, a playful look in his eyes as he towers over his hyungs.

He was a big baby at the end of the day—they didn’t know how he skipped a grade and became a Freshman with Jungwon to be honest.

“Okay pipe down, she’s getting closer.” Heeseung mumbles, his large hand going on the back of Niki’s neck threateningly. The boys quieted down with teasing smiles on their faces as they came up on you in the hallway. In an effort to not be obvious, they achieve the opposite as you get closer and closer.

“Watch this.” Sunghoon whispers, before Heeseung’s eyes go wide.

Within a millisecond, Sunghoon’s hands are pulling at the back of Jungwon’s backpack and dragging him along to stand in front of you. The group can’t help but to stare wide-eyed at the sudden and bold interaction.

“Ummm…Y/n, Is it?” Sunghoon mutters out as Jungwon flails around trying to desperately get out of his grip.

You look up from your phone at the sudden presence in front of your walkway as well as because of the close new voice. When you meet eyes with Sunghoon, his handsome and intimidating ones are still no match for your guarded and undesiring ones.

“Hi? can I help you?” You ask, now sparing a glance to the group in front of you, a dozen plus eyes staring back. For a moment you lock eyes with Heeseung as—for what you’d like to say came from your imagination—his brows soften.

“Oh- well uh, you see, this kid right here is Mr. Yang and he was wondering if your sister was single….” Sunghoon says, gathering his confidence as he talked.

You take notice of the boy in his grasp and how he straightens up at the question. He grimaces but still stares at you expectantly. If he had been coerced into this, he seemed to be equally as interested in your response now.

“Uhh…yeah. She’s single. But not for long.” You state.

Truthfully, you had no interest in any of this, but the countless hours your sister would speak of this Jungwon kid had you wanting to stir the pot a bit.

You knew who they all were. You knew all of their names, courtesy of Heeseung—yet you never let your sister know her crush was also your crush’s friend.

“Oh?” Sunghoon asks, getting more and more comfortable being cheeky as the minutes went by.

“What do you mean not for long? Is someone currently talking to her?” He asks. You scoff as you look down to your shoes, and when you look up you let a small smile give way.

Heeseung feels his heart sink to his ass.

He’d never really seen you do that before.

You were very pretty and your smile did things to his stomach. It left him wondering what a laugh or a wide playfull smile from you would do to him.

“Well…I’m not sure…what was the name she keeps talking about?…” You ask out loud and look around as if to gather your thoughts.

“Was it Jungwon?…” You see the dimpled-boys’ eyes light up.

“…Or Sunghoon?” You pause in thought.

All of the boys’ eyes go wide. Sunghoon let’s his grip on Jungwon go as they stand speachless.

“Or was it…a short international name? I’m not sure.” You say wafting your hand in the air nonchalantly and watching as Jay, Jake and even the possible Niki go tense.

Heeseung watches in amazement as he quickly reads up on how you’re speaking and carrying yourself as if you were executing a play of some sort; your theatrics and persuasive words doing just enough to fool his dumbass friends.

You quickly do a scan over the friend group and see shocked faces, along with a grumpy looking Jungwon.

He quickly turns to you.

“Thank you for your time. I apologize for the inconvenience.” Jungwon utters before he’s grabbing Sunghoons arm to lead him back to the group for a nice and easy talking.

You let a giggle slip as they walk away, not realizing how gullible they would be.

Going back to your headphones and playing your music again in order to switch gears to leave, you decide maybe the sad love songs were too melancholy right now. That was quite a fun interaction that just played out, if you do say so yourself. This time, a love song shuffled from your playlist but before you could get far enough away from the group of boys, your music blasts out loud due to your wires not being plugged into your phone correctly.

You panic and start to fidget to fetch your phone back out of your pocket, the lyrics of love ringing through the halls.

“And it feels like oooh~ you don’t know my name~” The woman of the song sings out melodically. The smooth R&B sounds that follow really catch onto the baseboards and walls of the open hallway, and you curse yourself for walking near the music rooms to get to class. When you finally get a grip on the situation and pause the music, your cheeks are red in color and your heartbeat is at a steady and quick pace. It was at this moment you realized how fucked wires really were and that you needed a Bluetooth upgrade.

As if on cue, a tap to your shoulder pulls you into even more embarrassment as you turn around to take a look at the suspect. You lock eyes with him.

Large pupils softly looking into yours; the nerves you take notice of in them are almost overshadowed by a courageous type of interest.

“H-hi.” He utters out, almost like a whisper.

Still, you catch what he says.

“Hi.” You say back, realizing you’re probably doing that thing again with your eyes where you lock onto a target and analyze it carefully.

You were aware of this habit of yours—and man so was Heeseung. But this time, it was different.

He’d never seen you so up close and personal before. He realized you were shorter than he expected up close, his stature peering down at you to connect your eyes with his. Your eyes were back doing the thing again he noted, but my oh my your rosy cheeks accompanied them so prettily, he forgets the whole reason he even walked over.

After hearing your small response back to him, it takes him a bit to respond, snapping out of the hold your gaze held on him as soon as he realizes that you are just waiting for a response; the two of you just staring at each other in the middle of the hall. His cheeks match yours in crimson. His hand goes up to rub the nape of his neck.

He still never breaks eye contact with you.

“I- uh…I know what you did back there.” He says, unable to look away. You tilt your head sideways in confusion, and Heeseung swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and run away for everyone in eyeshot to see.

“I…My friends? They just asked you about your sister and I wanted to say you were really good at messing with them. It was charming.” He finishes, looking back and forth between your eyes.

You blush further.

Charming?

Was he really talking about you to you right now?

“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie, just thought I’d stir the pot a bit…” You mutter, and now your eyes are searching in each of his.

He starts to smile when he takes notice of this.

It’s almost as if the words being spoken held no meaning, the real conversation happening between eye contact—words being merely a sad excuse so that you two could watch each other up close; study each others intentions through your eyes.

His smile goes wider as he takes in each of your words and tries to multitask, and he finds himself pulling apart esch of your words so he can understand them—having no time to stop the current conversation happening silently.

“Uhm, can i ask you a question?” He asks after another pause. You stare up at him curiously now.

“Sure…”

He smiles as he continues to locate your soul through your eyes. Heeseung knew how he felt. He knew that what he felt very well might be overflowing admiration and curiosity for you.

He liked you.

And despite that it all started with catching you staring at him first, he still felt like he needed to know your intentions.

Did you really feel the same?

Was he special? Different in any way?

“…What color are my shoes…?” He questions, almost like a whisper again. You hear his words and kind of just stand there as you look up, a little confused for a second.

Heeseung chuckles and looks away for the first time in what feels like hours. When his eyes meet yours again, he’s leaning forward, his hands behind his back as he towers over you.

“I said, what color are my shoes?” He repeats, this time a little more confidently.

You knew this was a challenge by his body language; keep your eyes up top and answer the question.

Without looking down you try to rack your brain for the color of his shoes.

White?

Black?

Fucking red?

You don’t know, you don’t stare at his shoes, you’re too busy looking at-

Oh.

Heeseung watches as the realization pops up on your face. He was asking this because it was a reflection of your attention on him.

Heeseung’s shoes were bright green today.

We’re talking neon-neocity green.

The rest of his outfit was all black because he got ready this morning in a rush out of fear of being late for his morning lectures.

And so when you couldn’t answer despite him catching your glances throughout the day, he knew he had his own answer. No, this didn’t proclaim your love for him—but the interest was there, he could tell by the way you looked away for the first time during this conversation, your blush never settling, eyebrows furrowing.

If he didn’t know better, you were madly in love with him. Or so he’d like to think.

The fact of the matter is, if he’d caught your eyes so many times today, why didn’t you know the color? Don’t people who like someone else capture everything about them? What was Heeseung’s thought process? Simple.

In the many weeks he’s caught you staring it was always at him. His face, the back of his head, his side profile. This sole fact and your reaction right now let him know that you were worried that you wore your heart on your sleeve—that you were too obvious in the feelings you conveyed with your eyes. That maybe you were aware of the fact that he knew you’d been watching him relentlessly.

Your face read that you had been caught.

After quickly looking down at his shoes and seeing the godforsaken brightest color in the universe, you can’t help but grimace even more.

“They’re- they’re green. And they’re just shoes-“ You try to get out, but your words are cut off when you look back up and Heeseung’s eyes are smiling with him. For a second you see them glance at your lips, and just like that, you were done with this conversation.

“It was nice meeting you Heeseung, but i have to go.”

Your heart was pounding in your rib cage and it, accompanied with the empty feeling in your stomach, made you feel like you were going to be sick any minute now.

He was terrible; terribly attractive and he knew it.

Heeseung watches as you leave, a laugh leaving his pretty upturned lips.

“Catch you later!” He yells out, cupping his hands around his mouth to get his voice to carry over to your quickly fading figure.

“I love that song too!” He finishes, smiling like a love-sick idiot puppy, forgetting how to walk, learning how to see and trying to adapt.

He looked like a complete moron, stumbling in the halls and looking past strangers in order to continue to watch you go.

He didn’t know why.

But you lit him on fire and kept him feeling warm.

It was a small interaction—but one he’d never forget.

“Hyu-“

“Hyu!”

“HYUNG!” A loud voice rings out, taking Heeseung out of his love-coma.

He snaps his head back to his friend group and is suddenly aware of their presence altogether. Heesung can’t help his smile from falling as he realizes they just saw him do…well…all of that.

“You should’ve seen yourself-“ Jake laughs, running up to him with the others trailing; all with the most painfully teasing grins painted on their faces.

“Shut up.” Heeseung says pointedly, his blush looking worse on his ears and cheeks and along his nose bridge as he flatlines his face in an attempt to hide any and all emotion.

Safe to say, his deadpan doesn’t work.

“Oh my god! He looked so whipped- it reminds me of that one loser-in-love squidward meme!” Niki jokes, laughing with Sunoo.

Yes, even Sunoo was clowning on him; or at least laughing at the circus.

“Please be quiet.”

“Nah, but did you hear him?? wHaT COLoR aRE mY shOeS?!” Sunghoon mocks, slapping a giggling Jungwon’s shoulder.

As if one cue, Niki and Jake both mimic Heeseung’s lean forward which sends the group into a laughing mess. Jay grabs onto his stomach as he wheezes about, the whole group unable to hide their amusement. Heeseung sighs as he lets himself be ripped apart by his friends.

Whatever.

It wasn’t too serious.

As they continued on and dragged him about as they walked through the halls, he went nonchalantly, tuning them out to the best of his ability. With the way they yelled and loudly laughed, he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole school had learned of his little crush.

Still, he didn’t mind. He trudged along, staring down at his shoes with a slight smile. He liked you, and as far as he was concerned, you did too.

All signs pointed to yes—and they were painted a bright neon green.

The light had finally changed colors after waiting for so long; It was go time.

Heeseung was going to make you his.

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♡︎ please do not plagarize, repost, copy or translate any of my works. thank you.

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[nekropsii]

…I swear to God, why have like half the Beforan players tried to bone someone significantly younger than them??? Probably because the author’s a creep who got a kick out of it, but still, between what was just discussed with Rufioh, Aranea trying to hit on Jake, Cronus trying to bone his dancestor (jesus fuck) and Meenah dating a physically 13-year-old Vriska… that’s a THIRD of the dancestors? And those are just the four I’m aware of, I would be very disappointed but not at all surprised if there was a fifth.

Honestly, adults having inappropriate relationships with children is just a heavily recurring theme in Homestuck... It's not really all that surprising when you take a step back. Doc Scratch, Hussie's own self insert, Bro Strider... They're all much older than the Alpha Trolls are, and are creepy towards the Betas in some way.

Further discussion going under the cut.

Content Warning: Discussion of Sexual Assault, Harassment, and Pedophilia.

... Man, I'm having to write about this topic a lot lately, aren't I? This isn't even close to the only ask left in my inbox about something adjacent to this. It's kind of... Flattering, in the weirdest way possible? I don't know, I'm often approached for my opinions on some of the much more serious and dark aspects of Homestuck. Things that people don't really know, or talk about, or address- like the racism issues, Dave's CSA, et cetera. It's not really prestigious, I don't think, but it does require a level of trust in maturity and literacy. I appreciate it.

Anyways, this is mostly going to be me adding to and even debunking your ask here. I think this subject both deserves and requires specificity. It's an extremely emotionally charged topic, so peoples imaginations tend to get a little... Carried away, when they don't know the full extent to what's happening. Considering how it's not easy to term search things said by most of the Alpha Trolls, and some people really just do not want to/cannot interact with things relating to Child Harm and Abuse... There's bound to be both a lack of information and an excess of misinformation. It's understandable, but... Deeply annoying for me in particular. Lol.

Let's do this.

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The inclusion of Rufioh in this is both correct and based on some of my own posting on the matter. Rufioh was hitting on Aradiabot, who is 13, because she reminded him of Damara... Specifically remarking upon how she's "just like the real thing". Charming...

Here's where I'm going to supply a debunk: Aranea did not try to hit on Jake, and he is not significantly younger than her. That's a pretty ugly misconception. She's 19, and he is 16. She had zero romantic or sexual feelings towards Jake. Yes, she tried to kiss him once... Because she knew that he was attracted to her and assumed he'd appreciate her making a move on him. This was part of her little scheme to make him Hope-splode. She never did actually kiss him, and there was genuinely no consent violations involved in the situation- he told her to stop before she could, and she did. It was just a misunderstanding. It happens. If you're still put off by that age gap, that's fair and entirely respectable, but that's not "significantly younger", and the situation wasn't really objectively creepy.

... Cronus is... Fucking gross. His whole gimmick is that he is "The Worst Character in Homestuck", and boy does he succeed at it. He won that title. Earned it. Absolutely flying colors. He tried to "get with" Karkat, Tavros, and Eridan. By which I mean he stalked Karkat all the way to his house and then tried to break into it, got really handsy with Tavros in the middle of a crowd, and... Sexually assaulted Eridan- his own flesh and blood!- also in the middle of a crowd. All of these kids are 13 years old, and his main character trait is "Sexual Assault + Harassment". No one's free. Not even literal children! Cronus counts as a full-blown Pedophile, by the way!! There's your fun fact for the day.

Then there's Meenah, who had her whole thing with (Vriska), who was 13. Not just physically, but mentally, too. She was just 13. That was a whole arc, so it doesn't really need much elaborating upon, I hope.

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That's... Just about it, I think? That's all I remember, anyway, as far as the Alpha Troll Age Gap Weirdness goes. So... Only 3 of them are really problems in that respect, which is 1/4th of the cast. Still an upsetting amount, but not... As bad as 1/3rd, as far as optics goes.

In full honesty, it's kind of funny to me how the Alpha Trolls who have overtly sexual theming are... Pretty normal about kids. Damara's nice to them and nobody else, we've got zero reason to suspect Mituna of anything, and Porrim's just chilling. It's accurate, if anything.

Hopefully this has been fun and/or informative. Have a lovely day.

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[forabeatofadrum]

A Good Bad Hair Day

Summary: Simon tries a hairdressing spell and he accidentally switches hairstyles with Baz.

Notes: This is inspired by @artsyunderstudy‘s wonderful art with long haired Simon and short haired Baz and her additional art with more long haired Simon.

I was inspired and I came up with this in the Discord: “Watford era fic idea where a spell goes wrong and they swap hairstyles and Baz "Pining" Pitch is having a difficult time cause Simon is more attractive and Simon "I Don't Think" Snow has a "OH NO HES HOT" moment” and some people liked it. 40 minutes later... and here we are!

AO3

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SIMON

I am staring at myself in the mirror. I don’t like using magic on myself, but I promised Penny I’d help her.

“Hairdressing is not a job,” I start my spell, “It’s a craft.”

I close my eyes and I feel my magic wash over me, but when I open my eyes, my hair is still the same. I frown. Why can’t I get this spell to work?

Penny said not to worry too much about it, but her hair has been changing colours in a rapid pace, it is distracting other students and she hates it. I cross Hairdressing is not a job, it’s a craft of my list of potential spells. I have an actual list, provided by Penny.

A part of me wants to ask Agatha. She’d be the kind of girl who knows about hair care. Her hair is always flawless. But we broke up and I’m not sure she’d be down to help me.

“A good hairstylist is a shear delight,” I say next. I repeat the process: I close my eyes, let my magic wash over me, and open my eyes only to be disappointed. Well. Another spell down the drain. (Where did Penny get these spells?)

I am so invested in this that I don’t hear the door open.

“Snow, what are-”

“If your hair looks good you can deal with anything.”

I close my eyes and I wait for my magic to-

Baz shrieks.

My eyes open instantly, but I can’t see anything. It’s as if my head is surrounded by fog and it makes my eyes burn. I cough and I try to wave this cloud away. After a few seconds, the air becomes lighter and I can see fog disappearing around Baz’s head too.

And then I see Baz’s head.

Baz.

He-

Baz looks at something behind me. I realise too late it’s the mirror. I definitely know it’s the mirror when Baz pins me against it.

“What did you do, Snow?”

 BAZ

Honestly, it could’ve been worse.

Simon’s magic is unpredictable and it has led to unfavourable outcomes. But the moment I saw my reflection in the mirror, I wanted to weep. My hair. My beautiful hair. It is gone.

Well, not entirely. It’s short. It got very short. I think I may even have an undercut. I was so focused on being pissed off at Simon that I didn’t even notice that his hair is different too. Now that I have him up against the mirror, with his face close to mine, I see how long curls frame his gorgeous face.

He’s had longer curls before, often at the end of the year, but this is a whole new level. They reach his chin.

I can’t admire it for much longer, since Simon throws me off him.

“Anathema!” I snarl.

“You started it!”

I was upset and shocked, but I didn’t want to harm him. I never do. I think the Anathema knows this.

The two of us stare at each other, loss for words. I didn’t hear the full spell that Simon uttered, but I think he might have swapped our hairstyles. Again, not the weirdest magickal mishap that has happened in the life of Simon Snow, but this is…

This is not good.

Not only did I lose my luscious locks, but Simon has them now and he looks amazing. He shouldn’t look this good. He does not have the right to look this good and make me feel this… this…

Enchanted might be the right word.

I imagine sweeping the locks of his face. I wonder what it is like to play with his hair when his face is in my lap. I think about untangling the knots with my hand. I want to pull his hair when he’s hovering over me and he-

Okay, shit, I need to cool it down.

I do the most dignified thing that I can do. I turn around and run away.

 SIMON

I blink in shock. At one moment Baz had me pinned against the mirror and the next, he was gone. I didn’t even have time to inspect the damage, but I think I know what is going on. I fucked up and I swapped our hairstyles.

Now that Baz is gone, I have time to properly look at myself in the mirror.

I look weird. Not bad weird. Not good weird. Just weird. I brush my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look decent. Baz always slicks his hair with gel, but the gel wasn’t transferred over, which is fine. I always prefer it when he doesn’t gel. I mean, not that I care, but objectively, I think it looks better.

This isn’t the result I wanted, but hey, at least the spell wasn’t completely useless and I managed to do something without blowing shit up.

“If your hair looks good you can deal with anything,” I cast again, but I wait for the fog to cloud my vision. Nothing happens. My hair is still the same.

I guess that is my cue to find Penny.

--

Penny is wearing her boater and she has her hair stuffed underneath it. She usually doesn’t want to wear hats, but even the hair that is sticking underneath her hat is giving me a headache. The colours are too much.

When she sees me, she lets out a gasp.

“Simon, what happened to you?”

I quickly explain what I did and she mutters something underneath her breath.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Oh Simon, I appreciate the help, but as I said, the spells aren’t tested!”

I don’t recall her saying that, which is probably my bad.

“We now know what this spell does,” I mutter, “But I can’t seem to reverse it.”

Penny frowns. She thinks for a small moment.

“Probably because you need Baz.”

“I don’t need Baz,” I instinctively say.

“In this case, you literally do,” Penny says with an eye roll, “You need him to swap back! So do what you do best, and stalk him!”

 BAZ

Once I’m back in my room, I let out a sigh of relief. Simon isn’t in our room. I fall face down on my bed. Maybe it is a bit stupid to mourn my hair, but I looked amazing, okay?

Hm. Maybe I still do. I reluctantly shuffle towards the mirror to inspect the damage. Just like Simon, my sides are shaved. I brush my fingertips against it. It feels soft and my treacherous mind wonders if his shaved hair also feels this nice to the touch.

Ha. As if I can ever touch his hair. As if I can ever touch him.

My hair on top of my head is parted to the side. The spell also got rid of the hair products I use, but I actually don’t mind. I sweep some loose strands to the side.

Okay. I have to admit that I don’t hate it.

Just when I have that epiphany, the door flies open and the room is filled with Simon’s magic. It’s leaking out of him, but I’m used to it. It could’ve been worse, which seems like the mantra for today.

Once again, the two of us stare at each other and fuck, Simon looks so good. He must’ve run here, because he looks messy, but he makes it work (as usual). His long hair is all over the place and it makes him look beautiful. I wonder what he’d look like with bed hair like this. In my stupid fantasies he’d sleep next to me and his hair will sprawl on the soft pillows and I-

Nope. I can’t think like that.

But I can’t help myself.

He is so beautiful.

I want to insult him, so that I don’t give him the wrong idea, but I can’t. I’m afraid to even speak. I don’t want to accidentally say what’s on my mind, namely that I want to push him against the door and kiss him and run my hands through his hair.

Damn Simon. He’s always perfect to the eye, but this hairstyle makes it even better.

Again, the way the curls frame his face. I want to cup his face and hold it.

I gulp. I need to focus. I need to say something. He came here with a mission, or so it seems, but he is also lost for words.

I pull myself together, sort of, and I open my mouth to speak, but then he strides towards me. My eyes widen as he puts his hand on my face and he stares at me intently. I wonder what is going on in his mind.

 SIMON

I have no idea what is going on. I came back to our room, hoping to find him, so I could reverse the spell, but when I arrived I saw him checking himself out in the mirror.

He looks different. He looks hot. The short hair really makes it possible to see his cheekbones and when I was standing there, all I could think of was that I wanted to touch them. (I suppose that’s what I am doing now.)

“Snow,” Baz splutters out. Splutters. Baz. Spluttering.

My own heartbeat is racing. Has Baz always looked this good? I look at the top of his head. His hair is parted to the side and it shines in the sunlight that shines into our room. I never thought of Baz as someone who would rock this cut, but he does. In my defence, I’ve never seen him with short hair. Even when he was eleven years old, his hair was longer than most boys in our class.

I do miss his long hair. It always looks so marvellous on him. Baz always looked marvellous and put together and downright beautiful and- wait, what?

I scan his face. When did I start thinking about Baz like this?

But then I realise I have been thinking this for a while. After all, I miss his old hair. I miss his long locks, especially when they aren’t plastered to his head with gel, but even when it’s slicked back it still makes him look good. But it always looks good when it’s loose, like when I watch him sleep. I’ve always admired his looks. He’s a good looking guy. That is just another objective fact!

I never really think about my thoughts. I don’t have time to reflect on them, but now, standing here in my room with Baz, all my thoughts about him come back to me. And new thoughts also arise.

I think about how I wanted to sweep a lock from his forehead. I can’t do that now, but I don’t mind. Instead I want to see how he can part his hair. I want to touch the side of his head to see if the shaved sides are as soft as mine (well, back when I still had short hair). Fuck, I even want him to use gel to slick it back, because he’d make it look classy and hot as fuck.

This new look is different, in a good way, in a wonderful way.

“Baz,” I say. I put my other hand on his face as well and I tilt his head, so that I can see him better. I want to see him. I always want to see him.

“Simon,” he says back. He still sounds nervous.

There is a feeling inside my chest and I realise that it isn’t a new feeling.

Baz tentatively moves a hand to my hair as well and I let him. For a while, the two of us are just touching each other’s hair and faces, as if this is a usual thing. This isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. Usually he’d throw insults and I’d scowl at him, but now he’s brushing his fingers through my curls and it feels so good.

The next thing I know, I lean in and I kiss him.

 BAZ

My hand goes still in his hair.

Because I am shocked. I am surprised. Simon is kissing me.

I recover quickly and I kiss back. He is still cupping my face and I grab the back of his head to pull him closer. My head gets tangled up in Simon’s new hair and I don’t mind. I use my other hand to grab his vest.

Simon is kissing me. I am being kissed by Simon Snow!

His lips are as soft as his curls.

Eventually he pulls away and I feel a small dent in my heart. This must be it. He must realise what he’s doing and he’ll push me off him. But instead he smiles at me and he leans his head on my chest. His hands are still on my face.

“Woah,” he says.

I nod. Woah indeed.

What does this mean? I am afraid to ask, but he’s still with me.

“Okay. I think I understand now.”

“Understand what?” I say. There’s no malice in my voice, even though it’d be so easy to say something hurtful now. But I am hopeful

He looks up to face me and he looks happy, but also a bit nervous.

“Understand why I was always so obsessed with you.”

Did I hear that correctly? Fuck, if he loves this new haircut so much, then I don’t mind losing my long hair at all. I should’ve cut it off sooner if it would’ve led to this.

“What-”

I can’t finish my sentence. He kisses me again.

 SIMON

After we stopped kissing, we moved to the bed. Just to sit. And to let it all sink in. Baz is leaning against me and he has his hand in my hair and I have my arm around him.

So much just happened and I don’t mind. Neither does he. In fact, for the first time ever, he seems happy to see me. I wonder how long he wanted this. Heck, I wonder how long I wanted this. I can’t believe I needed a magickal haircut to get my head out of my arse and realise what was right in front of me.

Baz is playing with my hair and it feels so good, I wonder why I never grew my hair out like this.

I came back to reverse the spell, but I don’t think I will.

#snowbaz #carry on #simon snow series #2023 #holy fuck I wrote #ficlet #yes i wrote this in like 40 minutes in one go and it is completely unbeta'd even by myself (i dont have a beta)

[iamfruitie]

I'd like to thank @madpatsimp for inspiring and encouraging me to write this lil thing Here's a sleep-deprived Mad flirting with Mare because he thinks he's dreaming, Mare's having a lil gay panic and Phantom being...himself about it -----------------

Mad had this bad habit of getting involved in a project and forgetting about basic necessities until the work got done. Sleep was the first thing to go, endless hours of work, staring at a screen and using every part of his brain until it would eventually slow down to almost a halt and turn him into a dizzy mess. A sleep-deprived Mad was an…interesting Mad since his thoughts made conclusions a rested Mad would never do. 

And right now, those thoughts convinced him he was lucid dreaming. 

Everything felt strange, foggy, like a dream, when in reality, the poor man needed some sleep that lasted more than a five-minute cat nap. 

“The realistic ones are always the weirdest,” Mad said as he looked around his workroom. He’s had dreams like this before, putting him in this room but with a twist. The twist hadn’t been found yet, but he was waiting for something to happen. 

“Mad? Are you still in here?” Mare asked as he came into the room. He was dressed in his sleepwear, which was just a pair of comfortable pajama bottoms. 

There it was. There was the twist. 

This was one of those dreams.

He could tell because Mare seem to look even more attractive than usual. The pants were on his hips lower, and everything just looked so much…nicer.

“Mare~” Mad sang with a giggle. 

He always felt so guilty after waking up from one of these dreams. He shouldn’t think of his friend this way but at the moment, he didn’t care. He couldn’t control his dreams, he didn’t even know he knew half of the things that would happen in these dreams…he’s been around Phantom and his mouth too much. 

“I think someone needs to go to bed.” Mare sighed. 

“You are so nice, Mare,” Mad said as Mare started walking over to him. 

“I know.” Mare chuckled. 

“You’re so nice and smart and funny and talented.” Mad started rambling, and Mare turned his chair so he was facing him. 

“Thank you.��

“And you’re so hot.” Mad’s comment got Mare to freeze and his eyes to go wide in shock. “I really like your arms. They’re so colorful and muscular.” Mad swayed forward and touched Mare’s arms, running his hands along them. 

“They’re-uh-what?” Mare was not expecting this at all. Where in the world was this coming from?

“They’re nothing compared to your chest and…” Mad’s eyes went to Mare’s chest and down to his stomach, hands moving to feel the parts he looked at. “I wish I was this confident while awake. My brain always gets in the way.” 

“While awake?” Mare was paralyzed as he stared down at Mad’s hands. 

“Yeah. Conscious me gets too scared and worried and flustered about anything that involves you. My face should be permanently red with how much I blush at seeing just the smallest bit of your skin. Even now, I’m…I’m still blushing at this.” Mad chuckled at himself, and his cheeks were indeed pink with a flush. “You’re just so…good with everything. I like talking with you and hanging out with you…I just like you in general, and I could never say any of this to the real you.” 

“Let’s…let’s get you to bed.” Mare swallowed before scooping Mad out of his chair. 

“Okay.” Mad leaned against Mare. Mare could tell he was definitely out of it since Mad would always complain about being carried or told to go to bed. 

After putting Mad in his bed, tucking him in, and turning out the light, Mare went to the kitchen where Phantom was munching on a late-night snack. 

“You look like you saw a ghost,” Phantom commented when his twin seemed to be in a daze. 

“Mad thought he was dreaming. And he confessed that he likes me.” Mare said. 

“Fucking, finally!” Phantom nearly shouted. “It was getting so annoying watching you two pin over each other so much.” 

“We weren’t-we aren’t-” Mare stammered out a weak protest. 

“Oh, please! Go fuck your nerd and save me from the agony that is experiencing you two staring at each other’s asses while doing nothing about it.” Phantom went back to his snack. 

“I’m not going to fuck him.” Mare said. 

“He is a little out of it right now, fuck him in the morning after he’s slept. A good railing is a great way to start the day.” Phantom did a little shimmy. 

“Could you not-” 

“Tell me I’m wrong, and you don’t want to fuck that man brainless. I dare you to lie to me.” Phantom laughed when Mare just groaned and walked away from him. “You know I’m not wrong!”  

“Fuck off!” Mare called.

“Save that for Mad!” Phantom called back, and his laugh got louder when Mare only cursed at him more before they got cut off by the sound of a door closing. 

#fruitie writes #madmare #nsft #well #nsft ish

[ness-plays-wizards]

Lucious Route Chapter 4 (1-5)

Last time on the Lucious Route, Liz had another dream about hanging out with Lucious and I’m starting to have a sneaking suspicion that only is Lucious also having these dreams, he’s also aware that they’re kind of half-canon while Liz isn’t, which is just greaaaat /s. Also Hugo’s here and Liz and Lucious are about to jump him for information, which is either going to work or crash and burn.

So Liz and Lucious watch Hugo approach the portrait of Claudia, the former princess of the day kingdom and Lucious’s ex, and

I’m sorry, but is anyone else really distracted by how anachronistic Lucious’s outfit is? I wish I had a better word than anachronistic because I truly do not have a time period that I need all the outfits to be in, but it just feels so aesthetically off.

Like what is this?? Why’s he wearing a zip-up hoodie AND an oversized tracksuit jacket? Are those track pants??? What the hell is that flannel doing? It would honestly be fine without the tracksuit! Are you a magical time-displaced prince or the unhinged tertiary side character of a Disney channel show that starts out as a recurring character and eventually gets bumped up to main cast? I think I just made Lucious sound more interesting than he actually is..

Anyway, Lucious starts getting all uppity about Hugo potentially defacing Claudia’s portrait, but Liz warns him to be patient and promises they will intervene if he tries to damage the portrait. For some reason, none of this commotion attracts Hugo’s attention, although it would really be funny if he went “i know you’re here by the way yall aint SUBTLE” halfway through this scene without even looking up.

Hugo’s song (because apparently this was a song and not a really weird monologue) ends at the moment I think it will NEVER end, and it’s revealed that it unlocks a secret door. Which has GOT to be the most inconvenient key out there. Imagine if you had to password protect something with a perfect live performance of Bohemian Rhapsody. I would simply chew cement.

(all of this was just from part 1 of 5 btw guys)

Liz and Lucious follow Hugo into a luscious forest, because if there’s one thing these past few routes have loved, it’s sticking magical biomes in the weirdest places of the Labyrinth. Liz keeps tripping over tree roots, I guess to show how Quirky and Relatable(tm) she is and also to have a Gratuitous Love Interest Catches Her When She’s Falling Moment.

One where Lucious is leaning VERY close btw, like how does that HAPPEN-

They enter a creepy cave and I just have to pause real quick and admire the background.

Like DAMN that is a good background /gen. 

They come across Hugo monologuing to himself, because I guess they couldn’t just give him a friend to create a dynamic duo so that he doesn’t just look like some weird guy monologuing to himself? Anyway, the defeat of the Minotaur (whenever the hell THAT happened, I don’t even fucking remember which route that was-) is causing the Labyrinth’s magic to get funky because for some reason, the magic was tied to the minotaur? Seriously? All because someone fucked-[REDACTED]

Anyway, Hugo wonders if he should let Lucious leave the Labyrinth now that Caesar’s curse has been broken (WITH STILL NO EXPLANATION AS TO HOW THAT HAPPENED IN THIS ROUTE BY THE WAY), which I have to quibble with for a moment.

The way Hugo’s phrasing it, he’s tying the breaking of Caesar’s curse to a Lucious’s potential freedom, implying that there’s some cosmic significance (for lack of a better word) to the way Caesar’s curse was broken. Like if its important enough for a time guardian to compare the two, it implies that the Baroque curse was broken for all the Baroques, even though that’s not what happened. It just broke for Caesar. Future Baroque generations WILL still carry the curse, if I’m not mistaken. So that begs the question: why is Caesar important to this? He’s not even the first Baroque to break his own curse. This is a question that I’m sure could have interesting answers, but unfortunately I think the most likely one is “because he’s an otome boy” and the writers said so.

Or I could just be reading too deeply into things, who knows.

Anyway, back to the regularly scheduled... this.

So Hugo ponders which timeline he should allow to exist and reveals he knows Liz and Lucious are there with a line that is significantly less funny than my earlier joke. Liz is somehow surprised that Hugo noticed them, even though they’ve been the most unstealthy fuckers I’ve ever seen. THEN the fucking Taffy/Remy hybrid shows up.

So then Hugo reveals that the Taffy hybrid is using Dragonkin magic, which isn’t a surprise to me because I’ve already sussed out that its Remy in disguise. (Wouldn’t it be super funny if I’m wrong and it’s not Remy tho? Lmfao). He also namedrops “Felix” and “Lacan” who are probably more Dragonkin and one of them is probably the weird blonde dude in Liz’s dreams. Taffy-Remy KNOWS Felix and Lacan and wonders why Hugo knows them. 

So just to summarize the next few series of events here, Hugo starts trapping Taffy-Remy in here while monologuing that he won’t let him resurrect the dragonkin because they’ll end the world or something. Liz decides to save Taffy-Remy, because she hasn’t yet figured out that it’s fucking Remy, and the chapter ends.

I wonder what Alfonse and Caesar are doing back in the palace rn.. I’ve just imagined Lucious, Alfonse, and Caesar sleeping on a single mattress on the floor Scott Pilgrim style. They all took a bath together last chapter, y’all can’t tell me it’s not at least in the realm of possibility.

Queued for October 18

#wizardess heart #shall we date #solmare #lucious route #liz heart #lucious duller #hugo peers #i think this post is going to hit the image limit

[likelylarks]

xx

had some guy tell me “the dimples in your thighs are SO beautiful” in the wine aisle of a kroger today,,, like thank you? i know you are lying?

and it’s obviously like,, i don’t fucking want people hitting on me or whatever bc it’s demeaning or whatever BUT this is the first time i’ve been hit on in like five years? (also at this kroger???) and no part of my self worth should be tied up in whether strangers find me attractive

BUT it’s weird and difficult to not be hit on? bc when so many women and female-presenting people are hit on, it means that the problem is you. it means that you aren’t desirable, by anyone, even dickheads that don’t understand boundaries

like it’s just? i know i’m not hot or skinny or pretty or whatever else and for the most part, that’s okay and it doesn’t matter

BUT it does? i want to be wanted?

BUT this, today, just felt like a joke? bc who the hell says “the dimples in your thighs are beautiful”??? that’s not a thing people say? it’s not a thing that’s true? the guy was very nice and backed off when i lied and said i wasn’t single,, but, the entire thing felt like a sitcom? like the laugh track was about to play if i dared to say yes to him asking me out? like the rug was about to be pulled out from under me and everyone would laugh bc no one would ever want to go out with someone who isn’t model-skinny,,, i don’t know how to describe it really

idk,, like i said, i know i’m not attractive in any way, and i’m not desirable and it sucks

and it’s weird!!! bc i don’t want to be hit on!! who does?? but having strangers tell you that you’re attractive is a sign of your worth? and so i want it? but i don’t? bc it’s weird and terrible but when it doesn’t happen (and doesn’t happen and doesn’t happen and doesn’t happen), it somehow feels worse?

basically i don’t know!! i was in the wine aisle to get alcohol and i did and am intoxicated and don’t know if i’m making sense but basically, being hit on when you know that you’re not attractive enough for it is the weirdest fuckin thing bc it feels like a joke and it’s hard to entertain the possibility that it was sincere even when you don’t even actually want it all

#i dont even know which of my stupid tags to use for this #tw body talk? body image? #i dont know #larks rambles

[ruminate88]

My First Narcissist

It was the Fall of 2011. I had been a huge Jesse McCartney fan at that time. I had been promoting Jesse a lot, getting his attention some and got a lot of attention from fans; both positive and negative! I was trying to be so positive and hopeful towards my life and Jesse but I was slowly becoming depressed without really understanding it. I had over 900 followers on Twitter back then. I would do a nightly live webcam chat and many random Jesse fans and strangers would enter and chat with me. I wasn’t popular, I just knew how to bring fans together to talk about Jesse. I was trusting, friendly and naïve. I knew my parents didn’t like me taking to strangers online. Especially after I broke up with Stewart. They did not want a repeat of him!

I can’t remember the exact month or date in the fall but one evening I get a tweet from a guy named “Jake” who claims he’s a huge Jesse fan, he was 2/3 years younger than me, from Alaska but also claims he’s my fan too and wants to “hit me up”…. Jake said he thought I was cute and would I ever chat with him sometime!! Me, being super friendly and trusting back then, I always would talk to Jesse fans. So I made the decision to tweet Jake back and offered him to meet me in a chat room!! Jake and I talked all night long in a chat getting to know each other. I assumed he was “normal” I never dealt with toxic people before. At some point Jake mentions he’s insecure to show photos of himself but the way he words it, I wasn’t sure what he was trying to explain to me. He also said he wanted to talk on the phone and hear my voice sometime. I wasn’t afraid back then. I had also been trying to stay away from pornography, so I felt like I was a good version of myself back then. I felt I was wholesome.

The next night Jake and I called each other on the phone and talked yet all night again. The weirdest part of the whole conversation is when he called me, he sounded dead on as Jesse McCartney and said to me, “Do you think I’m Jesse”? Of course I had no clue what to say to that. Jake did that a lot. Would constantly ask me if I believed he was Jesse. Jake would never FaceTime me… I asked him many times to. Jake always had weird excuses why he couldn’t.

I never knew people can “mirror you” in such a way, they can make it appear as you have so much in common! Jake literally had everything in common with me even claimed he had been homeschooled. We were twins which intrigued me!! I began to get close to him and Google him. He did send me some photos even though he wouldn’t FaceTime me, I was not attracted to his “selfies” at all. I was trying to get past it and not hurt his feelings. He was all over me, calling me every single night and wooing me. Jake would sing to me, flirt with me and calling me his girlfriend!! Jake was super pushy about being in a relationship with me. At some point I felt stuck. We seemingly had “everything in common” and Jake was super easy to open up to. We were telling each other “everything” at least, I was….

There was things about Jake I liked, especially since he was mirroring me. I just didn’t think he was attractive physically but I always grew up not judging people till I get to really know them well. I was being open-minded towards Jake. I was overwhelmed with the way he was pushing for a relationship with me.

At some point, Jake’s friendliness and kindness turned very controlling, possessive and dominating!! It’s not easy to talk about because it really all happened so fast and spun out of my control. I will make another post about it I’ll try to remember as much as I can, it feels like my mind purposely represses some things of my past because it’s so intimidating and makes me nervous…

#my story #unpacking #emotional abuse #narcissistic abuse #self healing #healingjourney #narcissism #online relationships #jesse mccartney #Depression

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #062

What colour eyes does the last person you kissed have? Brown. Could you forgive a boyfriend or friend who physically hurt you? NOPE. What was good about your last relationship? We were very similar emotionally. Do you feel that everyone is capable of feeling love? No, I don't think so. What is the number one problem you have with yourself? I don't really know how to explain this sensation, but it's my inability to just... do. Like I say I'll do this or that, and then I just don't, like there's a literal brick wall between me and what I want. It LITERALLY feels like I physically can't do a number of things.

Do you know anyone who’s been adopted? Yes. Does everyone in your household have the same last name as you? Yes. Has someone ever told you they love you and you didn’t say it back? Yuuuup and that's when 12-year-old Brittany decided to stop flirting with the boy she'd never even met. It's funny, I specifically remember we were on vacation and Joel messaged me that and I was legit the "and at that moment, she knew she fucked up" meme lmao. Have you ever had to put your hand over someone’s mouth to keep them quiet? LKJASKLDFJAL;WE YES my friend Chelsea nearly repeated something v inappropriate I'd said to my mom and that was an actual WWE wrestling match lmao. I won at least. :^) Have you ever stolen something less than $5.00? Only this one particular rose pinkish shade of crayon in my Sunday school class as a puny kid lmao. Do you take a vitamin? I take a woman's multivitamin daily as well as a Vitamin D capsule once a week. Have you ever kicked a guy in the nads? No. Have you ever pantsed or been pantsed? No, but THAT'S a good way to get kicked if god absolutely forbid that ever happen. Facial feature you’re really attracted to? Nice eyes, I guess. Do you like the show Grey’s Anatomy? Never watched it. My mom and sister were OBSESSED, though. They used to watch it together. Do you like the Saw movies? Indifferent. Barely seen 'em, if I'm honest. Ever licked someone’s cheek? heheh yes Will you be a strict parent one day? I think IF I ever have kids, I'll be around the middle. With the worrywart that I am, I'd be strict enough to keep them what I consider safe, but I'd still wanna let them live a little, y'know? Was your ex cute? "The" ex, I think he was. Once upon a time he was THE most attractive person on the planet to me just because I was in love with him. My most recent ex is beautiful, too. What is one of your biggest irrational fears? Probably whale sharks. LITERALLY harmless, and yet that mouth freaks me the FUCK out. The origin is really fuckin funny though: it's rooted in the World or Warcraft zone Vashj'ir, which is underwater and has boss-level whale sharks swimming around. The first time I leveled through the zone? NOPE. I IMMEDIATELY hated them and to this day when I'm in the zone for whatever reason, I keep a biiiiig distance from them and even angle the camera so I don't have to see them when I'm swimming by lmao. Does the thought of being pregnant gross you out? YES. That's another of my massive (but truthfully irrational) phobias. Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)? Well yes, Jason and I were dating when we were transforming into adults. We were only two years apart and it was perfectly consensual so idc. Ever been kissed by someone you didn’t want to kiss? Yes, by Juan. Even when Girt and I dated the first time, I let him kiss me before I was ready. Weirdest place you’ve kissed someone? (geographically, not physically) Uhhhh honestly nowhere weirder than the floor and I think that's pretty normal for couples who have been sexual with each other as long as we had. Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game? No, that's not something I'm willing to do, honestly. Do you use recycle bins at your house? Yes. What is the last microwaveable meal you had? I have this turkey sausage, egg, cheese, and potatoes meal pretty regularly. If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay? I'd go get like tupperware or something to get it outside. Have you ever seen a dead body? Yeah, at the open-casket wake of my childhood babysitter/neighbor Miss Janet. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? Not to get graphic but way longer than that lmao Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Look man, I'm desperate. I'd feel like shit but I probably would for THAT much. What’s the weirdest flavor of ice cream you’ve tried? Nothing strange, honestly. What music are you listening to right now? "Dicke Titten" by Rammstein :^) what an anthem Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them? No, I love my sisters and brother. Does the sight of blood gross you out? Why is this? No. It just... doesn't. Have you ever babysat before? Did you enjoy this job? Yes, and no. These days I do go with my mom when she watches my nieces and nephew, but she's the one carrying the weight/in charge of keeping the kids alive. Do you like children, or do you hate them? Why do you like or hate them? Children are in essence an absolutely beautiful gift of purity and innocence, but they come with too much baggage for me personally to handle. [TW: KNIVES/SELF-HARM/SUICIDE] Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies? I am TERRIFIED of knives, but scary movies have nothing to do with it. It's because the night of the breakup, when Mom was dragging me home when I'd tried to walk to Jason's house, I'd planned to run to the kitchen and stab myself in the throat. Mom snatched me the moment we got home and I tried to run for the kitchen, like she wrestled me to the ground. Fuck that night. Every second of it. Do you tend to get clingy in relationships? YEP. Did you have a treehouse when you were a child? No; we were surrounded by pine trees, which branch out far too high for one of those. Have you ever dated outside of your race? I've had a Hispanic boyfriend for less than 24 hours, so saying I "dated" him seems inaccurate. I'm not at all against dating another race, that's just not really happened for me. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No, but I still hate my last name. The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? Having an infected cyst drained with pressure application. I will swear on my motherfucking life I was not numbed enough because I was SHRIEKING, like it was a kind of pain where I don't know how I stayed conscious. I even had morphine and it did NOTHING in keeping me sedated. When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I'm in the process of getting over Covid now. It sucked. I just have remnants of drainage in my chest and a raspy throat from all the coughing. Lost my voice entirely earlier when I was talking a lot at my sister's place. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yes, my former best friend's house for butting heads with her sister. Are there any books that you read recently that you enjoyed and would like to recommend? Even for those who haven't read the Wings of Fire books, I think Darkstalker's book is very much worth a read. It's a beautifully crafted story of love and heartbreak along the decline to complex villany. What is your favourite soundtrack for a film/video game/television show? (Though feel free to name as many!) Silent Hill 2. Period. It is fucking LEGENDARY. All the Silent Hill games have great music though, and then I absolutely cannot not mention Shadow of the Colossus. Akira Yamaoka and Ko Otani are fucking kings. What do you think of your best friend’s ex? I don't know her. But she cheated on him, so not anything great. Are you biracial? No, I'm pretty damn white lmao. Is there a comic book store in your city? I'm not sure if it's still around, actually... Jason used to go to one a lot to play Magic with some buds, and I'd bring my laptop and chill there. It was attached to a long-defunct mall. Do you know how many people your best friend has had sex with? Yes. If you have a Facebook, when was the last time you changed your profile picture? A long time ago. I really should take a new one... the one I have now is from like, two years ago. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yeah, somehow. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? RAMMSTEIN sobbing emoji Feuerzone take me Do you think your best friend’s significant other is attractive? I'm my best friend's s/o and I do NOT think I'm pretty. Do you own any books written by musicians? Yes; I have Ozzy's autobiography. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? I want to go to Alaska and see the Northern Lights. I feel like they'd make me cry, especially during such a celebratory event of one of life's greatest things for two humans. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? My former friend Colleen, her dad's Southern accent was like IMPOSSIBLE to understand. It was the worst trying to communicate with him when I already have an auditory processing issue. My sister's father-in-law's mom or grandma (or something like that) is also hard to understand, but her extreme age doesn't help. It feels mean to say, but she's like, barely alive, and her vocal cords show it. Who do you live with? My mom and our three pets. Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? Nah, that's Girt's thing. Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film? God no, I watched it absolutely obsessively as a child. Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from? Like absurdly easily, but the kind of bruise that doesn't normally like... leave a clear mark, if that makes sense? I've been tested for anemia multiple times because of this and that when I bleed, I do bleed a bit excessively, but it's always been negative, albeit close to considered positive. What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on? My snake's terrarium. Why did you leave your last job? I couldn't mentally handle it. The busy-ness of it, how ruthlessly I was thrown in with literally no training. I had a panic attack and total breakdown in the bathroom. Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? Absolutely not. What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? So my sister's youngest daughter (2) is ABSURDLY obsessed with the Grinch and she watches it relentlessly, and today when Ma and I were there she wanted to watch the Jim Carrey movie, and even after seeing it all the times I have, there are still times where I actually laugh a bit when watching it. Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? My hands are fine but my feet are in atrocious condition. They've been horribly calloused since fuckin high school when I used to walk very regularly and for a very long time. I can use a shower tool on the bad parts to ease it up some, but they very quickly just... reappear. I hate it, a lot. How old were you when you first became sexually active? 16. When was the last time you went out for drinks? Literally never. When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get? Literally just a few days ago, actually. Ma wanted to try this new pizza place, but we were both very disappointed in it. Tasted like nothing. Oh, and it was pepperoni. What’s the age difference between your parents? Mom is a year or two older, idr. Have you ever experienced a hangover? I have not. Who was the last person of the opposite sex to hug you? My nephew when leaving my sister's place not long ago at all. The last person that made you angry, did you tell them? Yes. In the middle of the night recently I accidentally knocked a glass off my sidetable and broke it and Mom was being extremely mean about it. She's an ACTUAL demon when you wake her up before she wants to be up. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yes, those are the actual best nights. Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed? ^ well yeah What was your first impression of your best friend? I thought he was extremely friendly and wanted to include people. I still remember how appreciative I was of him wanting to include the random emo girl sitting by herself at lunch. That's my best friend right there, y'all. Do any of your friends have Down Syndrome? I personally don't know anybody with that condition. Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? It actually is, yes. I adore everything about it. It's another movie I watched endlessly as a child, and I had the PS2 game AND two Gameboy games. I have a lot of bits and bobs relating to the movie in my childhood treasure box, too. Would you prefer to own a lapdog or a bigger dog? I tend to like bigger dogs. Have you ever dated someone who had a child? No. When was the last time you saw a photo of your ex? Months ago when I started clearing out pictures of us on my Facebook. I haven't finished yet, I just... don't care. Have you ever shaved your face? Not my entire face, but I regularly shave my upper lip bc I have some darker hairs there, and I'll occasionally do it to my chin too, though there I normally just pluck. What was the last vaccination you got? Covid. I'm due to get my tetanus vaccine updated at my next appointment, but maaaan I don't feel like getting a shot. Do you find guys with facial piercings attractive? Yep, usually. Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? No. Does your best friend have any phobias? He probably does, but I don't know exactly what. I know he doesn't like scary stuff, though. Would you ever eat rhino meat? Not even over my dead body.

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[sugamamacustard]

Back me up

Pairing: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto x Omega! Reader, Alpha Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader

Genre: Tiny itty-bitty angst, domestic fluff!

Request: Hello! So I found your blog and I was contemplating wether to send in a request cuz im shy hehe Can you please write about an omega!pregnant reader and Alpha! Bokuto or Alpha! Ushijima (whoever you're more comfortable writing for) getting overprotective after something happens to their omega?

Summary: Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one-- and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again. 

Author’s Note: Domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff- If you saw something earlier, no you didn’t :D

Requests: Open!

Kotaro Bokuto

➵ There were few things you hated about your pregnancy. 

➵ Honestly, at this point, it wasn’t even that bad for you! Minimized morning sickness, your boobs were rarely ever sore and you had one of the most amazing alpha by your side.

➵ Kotaro was just as excited about your pup on the way, making the whole experience so much more pleasant. He constantly chirped about your up coming family to his team, made sure he read every book he found on the subject of pregnancy and child care.

➵Honestly, perfect husband material.

➵ 10000/10

➵  There were times when he sometimes was overbearing, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

➵It was adorable and made you purr. 

➵ This faithful day you were both at the store, starting prep on stocking up for, not only the new nursery you were planning, but the intense nesting you were sure to go through further into your pregnancy. 

➵  You were at the point in your second trimester you had just enough of a bump to look pregnant and sometimes it attracted the weirdest people. 

➵ Humming, you walked down the aisle filled with gym supplements and pre-workout powder, keeping your eye open for the one your alpha preferred, quickly grabbing the largest tub and heaving it into the cart before moving on.

➵That was obviously your first mistake, as you were quickly stopped when you tried walking away. 

➵ “Pregnant woman aren’t allowed to have that. It’s bad for the baby.” A woman sneered at you, hand on her hip, glasses resting on her head as she glared at your belly than you.

➵ “Oh, it’s fine, it’s-” 

➵ “Fine? You’re fine with killing your pup?!” She snapped, teeth bared as you stared at her incredulously. “Someone like you shouldn’t be allowed to have pups.”

➵ “Ma’am, it’s not for me-”

➵” So your killing other people’s pups?” 

➵ You wanted to rip your hair out at this point. It was like you were talking to a brick wall.

➵ Taking a deep breath, you figured this wasn’t worth the argument, taking your cart and moving on.

➵ The woman’s alpha however, wasn’t having it. He appeared from behind her, grabbing the front of your cart and stopping it from turning. 

➵ He yanks it forward, making you stagger, before pushing it back and out of your hands, sending you tumbling. 

➵ You chirped as you braced yourself, arms wrapping around your middle, cradling your bump

➵ You didn’t fall too far, falling into a firm chest. You nearly chirped again, but relaxed when your alpha’s familiar scent clouded around you. It was strong and heavy and meant to assert dominance.

“Is there a problem here?”  Kotaro was never really an aggressive alpha, though he had the stature to do so. He was big, bulky and scary when angry. These were all things that you adored about him. That while he had all of these attributions, he instead was a bright and cheerful teddy bear. 

But he still had them nonetheless. He was still big. Still bulky. Still scary when angry. And right now, he was livid. 

“This sorry excuse of an omega is trying to kill her child-” The woman began, stopping when she stepped forward only for Kotaro to snarl at her. 

“I’m sorry, what? I’m pretty sure my omega was trying to explain that is wasn’t for her. In case you haven’t noticed, it was for me. Now piss off. I’m not scared to show you why I need that protein.” 

The duo looked to each other before stomping off, grumbling all the while. You could feel an arm snake around your waist, Kotaro snorting before grabbing the cart and spinning it around and leading you in the direction of the cashiers. 

“Am I getting out of cuddles any point in the near future?” 

“Not likely.” 

“That’s fair.” 

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵ Oh boy, oh boy

➵ Wakatoshi is intimidating as it, nonetheless when your pregnant.

➵When his and your pup is on the line.

➵ He is ruthless and mean if someone dares look at you wrong.

➵ Honestly, also great dad. 

➵ Like 9999/10

➵ He’s a little brash and kind of forgets about you when fighting someone for a minute

➵ But I swear he makes it up you later

➵ You honestly love him so much, even if he can be brunt and brash sometimes.

➵ Your doctor okay’d minimal coffee for you after you passed your danger mark, making you understandably excited. 

➵ Wakatoshi, though hesitant, gave you some suggestions about drinks he would pick up when he was supposed to stay low on caffeine. 

➵ Your name was called and you went to grab your drink (A half-caf. macchiato) only to frown when a hand was faster than yours.

➵ “Pregnant woman aren’t allowed coffee.” A man sneered, dumping the full coffee into the nearby trashcan.

➵ You internally whined at the lose before glaring at the man, the barista already making you a new drink as well as the one you ordered for Toshi.

➵ Was this alpha trying to mansplain pregnancy...to a pregnant lady?

➵ The man was yammering on and on about, fake, side effects. 

➵ It took ten whole minutes for you to get him off your back as a pair of kind beta women came up behind you, pretending to know you and taking the drink and leading you out the door.

➵ They handed the drinks back to you when you were out the door before waving you off, letting you make the small trek back to your home.

“Holy hell, ‘Toshi. The audacity of some people.” You huffed, setting down his drink before sitting beside him. He rose a brow, quickly pulling you in with a hand resting on your swollen baby bump. 

“What do you mean, love?” 

You huffed, sipping your drink while pulling your legs in. “This man tried explaining what I can and cannot have in my pregnancy. Like, he was acting like I didn’t know. He threw out my first drink and some betas had to come help!”

The grip around you tightened, making you look up at your alpha. His eyes were stone and cold, making you question whether or not telling him was a good idea. He huffed before settling himself, picking you up with one arm and a scooping motion and his cup in his other hand, he carried you to your bedroom, gently placing you in your nest and the cups on the bedside table, you watched Wakatoshi move quickly around the room. He pulled off his sweater, pulling on a t-shirt, replaced his jeans with sweats, and even grabbed your pregnancy pillow, scenting it before handing it and the sweater to you. You took them gratefully, setting them down while Wakatoshi crawled in beside you, pulling you down with him. 

“Next time, I’m going with you.”  

You laughed. “Whatever makes you feel better, ‘Toshi.” 

His warm hand on your stomach lulled you, and your pup, to a sweet rest. 

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[adachys]

shinji and asuka’s relationship

so a big part of evangelion (and a highly misunderstood one) is shinji and asuka’s relationship and how they interact with each other. I’ll be referring only to the TV series and not the rebuilds. I’ll try my best to make this understandable.

keep in note that i will mention some sensitive topics. if you are familiar with evangelion then it shouldn’t be anything new, but keep in mind anyways.

so as obvious as it is both of asuka and shinji have experienced trauma very early on in their lives that cause them to act the way they act. and that cause them to clash, even though they’re so similar. the fact they are teenagers in the series is also important to remember.

im gonna go off my memory and some things i read so my order of events may not be 100% accurate. When asuka first comes in and right off the bat she shows attitude, and is blunt and to the point. Shinji is intimidated by her. Shortly after meeting her he finds out that she is going to live with him at misato’s place. When an angel arrives she is going to fight in unit-02 in Japan for the first time! But, since it gets the upper hand, shinji and asuka have to synchronize and fight together, which isn’t as easy as it seems. They must go through a synchronization phase and have a little less than a week to do so (my favorite episode personally)

So at this point their relationship is just not generally getting along, but they don’t really hate each other. Asuka likes to tease Shinji and he just accepts it because thats just how he is. But something else that happens is telling of shinji’s character. That time they slept together, shinji was restless and… sees asukas cleavage. For some reason, he goes and tries to kiss her until she sleeptalks about her mom and they both turn away. Why does he do this? Because he is too scared to show his affection when she is awake. My interpretation is that his attraction to her is mainly physical but he also sought validation and affection too. This also connects to *that* scene in EoE but I will talk about that later… On Asuka’s end it is true she “likes” him but she is too stubborn to be up front about it. Another thing that happened is that when she asked if they wanted to kiss he didn’t have a reaction and when they did he just stood there. He closets his emotions towards her when she’s right there.

Asuka being someone who always wants to be the best, his stiff reaction to this confuses and frustrates her. I forget if this happened after the “kiss” or not, but Asuka also references the “Impenetrable wall of Jericho”, while slamming her room closed. And well, the wall of Jericho was brought down by the sounds of ritual horns. While this is a weird way of dropping hints… she wanted Shinji to make the first move and talk to her. Yet he never made the effort to speak to her. A.T Fields and Hedgehog’s Dilemma.

We all know Asuka wasn’t loved enough by her mom, who she witnessed commit suicide. Her mom also gave more attention to a doll than her own daughter. Because of this Asuka wants to be the best and be independent so she wouldn’t have to rely on anyone anymore and wouldn’t be second choice to anyone. But deep down, she’s just like Shinji. Deprived of love. Shinji has abandonment issues and is too scared to be close with anyone because he doesn’t want to be hurt, yet he wants to be loved unconditionally. And he doesn’t even understand himself, let alone others.

They cope very differently and clash. I don’t really remember what else significant to their relationship happens in the series so I’m going to move on to talk about EoE.

Beginning with one of the most weirdest, controversial scenes. The hospital scene.

The first scene in EoE is Shinji visiting Asuka. This is already a lot to unpack. Since episode 25 and 26 are in his head sometime during EoE, the events right before he visits the hospital he was forced to kill the only person who has ever shown him genuine love.

These images are from the very first few minutes of the movie before the hospital. As you can see, he is at the same lake he met Kaworu, who comforted him there. After his death, he is at the lake with Misato, telling her about Kaworu. Now he is all alone, nobody to comfort him. He has likely been at the lake the entire night, mentally in the worst spot he could be in. There’s nobody he can turn to anymore. He is scared of Rei III and Misato offered up her body in hopes of making him feel better, which scared and disgusted him too. And after all that time at the lake, he decides to turn to Asuka, who is in a coma. What does this scene say about their relationship?

At the hospital he tries to talk to her, even though he knows that she is comatose. He asks for help.

“Help me Asuka. Please help me. I need you.”

Its pretty uncharacteristic that he tells her that he needs her. He’s always taking orders, doing what other people tell him to do, and now he’s got nobody left and he turns to the very last person he’d ever want help from and starts begging for help. He even asks to be called an idiot like she always calls him. Just so he can get a sense of how things used to be again. And then that one final aggressive shake pushes her over and exposes her breasts. He is very desperate for any type of emotion. And since Asuka is in a coma, the only connection between him and her is his sexual tension. He has never done much of his own free will before does the one thing that comes to mind and thats… you know. It proves that he only saw asuka as an object of physical attraction. And it also shows that yet again, he never tells/shows Asuka how he feels when she is awake. And honestly out of all the messed up things that’s been done in the show, this definitely tops it.

So some stuff happens that I’m not sure what order it is. I’m gonna talk about the the instrumentality stuff next.

If i recall correctly, the part where he chokes Asuka is a instrumentality eva-lore type thing that isn’t really happening but during this scene Gendo’s project has been set in motion already (I think. The only thing I can’t quite understand about EVA is the world lore(T_T)

During this scene, Shinji imagines himself in Misato’s kitchen with Asuka. Him and Asuka argue about why they could never become close. When he grabs her to strangle her I think he does it just to feel something again. He knows that if he hurts someone and they are affected by it and reject him, he is in reality. He only knows rejection because of his abandonment issues. Asuka doesn’t react, and the third impact sequence starts playing. As I’m writing this I’m watching a similar scene where they discuss the same topic, which is kinda confusing but it happens during instrumentality itself when everyone can see everybody’s memories and thoughts. Asuka yells and says “You don’t know anything about me!” And Shinji argues that she never says anything about herself so he’ll never understand her. Rei asks him if he really tried to get to know her. He says he did, but did he really? Asuka tells him she knows all about his “jerk off” fantasies about her and asks him to do it right there, but he doesn’t. He’s afraid and ashamed.

“If I can’t have you all to myself then I don’t want anything from you.”

Asuka admits she does have feelings towards Shinji but asserts herself to be strong so she doesn’t have to appear vulnerable due to feelings such as love. Deep down she wants attention, love, affection…Although I wouldn’t call her feelings love. It’s way more complex. Throughout the series she wants him to pick up the clues but also hates how Shinji reflects everything she hates about herself. By saying what she said above she is willing to forgive him for what happened previously only if he stops looking at her as an object of sexual desire. Yet, he doesn’t take the hint and acts the exact same and blames her for their distance again, saying she (and the other women in his life) are being ambiguous on purpose. They show how important communication is. How their lack of communication ruined the possibility of them having a normal relationship. Shinji says ambiguity causes him pain, but Asuka says the truth hurts even more.

Now going into the final act of this really long analysis. The final beach scene, out of instrumentality.

Shinji rejects instrumentality and washes up on the shore with Asuka. The first thing he does when he sees her is getting up and choking her. He chokes her for the same reason he does the first time he does it, to get some sort of reaction… to confirm everything is real. And because rejection is all he’s been shown.

But she still cares about him. She caresses his face, showing him she does, and it also shows him that acceptance also exists and not only rejection. Asuka stops projecting her own flaws on Shinji. They don’t need to always put themselves through an endless cycle of pain and life is still worth living even with all of it. Delivering the final words of the movie, Asuka says, “How disgusting.” You can also say its her reaction to what happened at the hospital, maybe just everything she just experienced in general. But part of her caressing him is accepting what he did and being willing to move on again. Shinji sobbing on her face is just his reaction… different from his first reaction where he argues back again. She’s real, he’s real. Even after everything she still accepts him. And he probably really needed to cry.

Anyways this was a really big post… whats great about Evangelion is that it got me to write all this about two characters, and I could probably write more (but I’m not since writing this was exhausting)

I hope that if you read this far that you took something from it or enjoyed it🤞 Thank you

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[mrspasser]

The job agency

Stiles works at Rainbow Recruit, a job placement agency specifically founded to help people who are having trouble finding employment due to supernatural interference in their lives. Derek is an Alpha werewolf in need of a job.

Stiles waves the woman to the seat in front of his desk. “Hi! Welcome to Rainbow Recruit!” He puts on his most welcoming smile, wanting to put her at ease quickly. She is about his father’s age, with sandy coloured hair and lipstick that’s just a tad too much on the orange side. The woman gingerly takes a seat and smooths her skirt out with her hands. The two piece suit is a little outdated, she might need to go shopping before her first job interview; preferably for something that isn’t moss green. Stiles might wonder about his updated sense of fashion if the explanation wasn’t sitting in the glass walled office in the back. Working with Lydia for the past four years has left its marks.

He adjusts his keyboard a bit and sends the woman another broad smile. People always say he has a nice smile and he tends to use it. “Well, let’s get started with the basics, shall we?” He nods towards the computer screen that has a new file open, ready for him to fill in all the blanks. “I’m Stiles. What’s your name?”

The woman shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her hand fumbling with her necklace. “Uhm… my name…” she hesitates. 

“Yeah…?” Stiles lifts his eyebrows incredulously. It feels a bit rude to point out that a name is probably the least invasive information he’s gonna need of her. She’ll need to tell him her date of birth, for one thing. And if he can find her employment, he’ll need her social security number too. Both are things that people have lied about to him before. 

“My friends call me Jo,” the woman eventually says. She seems nervous, staring at Stiles as if she expects him to make a grab for her. 

Understanding dawns at him and he puts down ‘Jo’ in the box for her name. They’ll get to her full name later, if his hunch is correct. And it is, when he comes to the part where they discuss her previous job experiences. 

“I’ve been held captive in a fairy mound for the past seven years, so not only is there a gap in my resume but my coding knowledge is way out of date. I used to program in C, they’re all working in C++ now!”

“We have refreshment courses for that,” Stiles tells her, chipper. “And I’m sure we can dress that seven year gap up a little. Family care, perhaps?” The woman happens to have a sister who has a history of chronic illness, which works out perfectly. The longer they talk, the more at ease the woman gets. He sets her up for a refresher course in C++ that starts next week and before she leaves she even lets him put down her full name. After being kidnapped by the fae it’s more than understandable she’s cautious in giving out her real name. 

She’s not the first person to walk into Rainbow Recruit that has spent some years with the fae. Stiles once had to find an attractive solution to cover a fourteen year gap. Most people don’t stay any longer than seven years, but this guy had enjoyed himself. It’s alright though, in his four years at Rainbow Recruit Stiles has seen weirder things. Like the man who found himself under a curse of the local bog witch and could only work night hours. When the sun rose he turned into an alligator. Stiles found him a job as a night guard in a museum and Lydia gave him some tips to help settle his debt to the bog witch. That wasn’t even the weirdest case that came across Stiles’ desk. Last year there was a literal Adonis of a man, who turned out to be a statue brought to life. He was great to look at - which Stiles enjoyed, at his leisure - but about as dumb as a brick. The guy had no idea what a job was, but was told he needed one. Stiles suspected that the person who brought him to life wanted him out of the house for a few hours a day at least. Luckily the art school nearby was looking for models. They later emailed to tell him they were super pleased with Adonis, because he could sit still for hours without complaint. 

It’s one of the success stories of Rainbow Recruit, a job placement agency specifically founded to help people who are having trouble finding employment due to supernatural interference in their lives. Of course they have their regular clients too, people who are looking for a career change, moms who want to get back into the field now their kids are in school, high school dropouts who need help finding a job that requires minimal experience but has enough perspective to help them grow. Those clients are a cover for the supernatural side of business, which takes up about seventy percent of their revenue. Lydia is a champ at getting the word out in the right places, advertising their business publicly while still staying under the radar. After all, most of the world has no idea that the supernatural creatures they see in movies actually exist.

Stiles likes his job. He likes to think he is good at it and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he works with his friends. Lydia runs the place and Scott is a recruitment agent like him. If things ever get slow during the day, Stiles can always find entertainment in watching Scott trip over his feet in his attempts to make a good impression on Allison, the Disney princess come to life that runs their front desk. She has all the right characteristics for that title: the long, shiny, dark curls, the large eyes with the fluttering long lashes, the dimples in her unblemished cheeks. Truly, she’s like Snowwhite, if Snowwhite killed the Hunter and stole his bow and arrows. Scott is lucky he is so adorable. Stiles is pretty sure Allison would kill him otherwise, especially after that time he tripped and spilled his ice coffee all over her pristinely white blouse. Lydia saved his ass by taking Allison for an early lunch plus shopping trip, all on Scott’s expense of course. 

Of course, every job has its downsides. Stiles is still a bit peeved about Lydia’s veto of him keeping bobble heads on his desk and on casual friday he still has to wear a button down shirt. He can wear it on chinos instead of black or navy blue slacks, and Lydia forgives him for wearing sneakers as long as they’re clean, whole and don’t clash with his outfit. And then there’s Derek. Stiles has to resist the urge to groan whenever he sees the werewolf step through the door. The guy is single handedly responsible for Stiles having a lower success rate than Scott. He’s impossible to get a job for. Not that he actively sabotages the job opportunities that Stiles lines up for him, the guy just has the worst luck ever. That, and his face is stuck in a permanent scowl. It’s a good face, Stiles likes it even better than Adonis’, but he’s not sure there is any way to ever turn the guy’s frown upside down. 

They quickly discovered jobs in the customer service domain were not Derek’s forte. He has little patience for complaints; part of the whole werewolf thing, they do tend to have a bit of a temper. The hospitality service is not for him either, again because of his inability to be polite. Or, to be fair, Stiles knows Derek isn’t truly impolite, he just has some trouble delivering sentences in the right tone of voice. Again, the scowl doesn’t help. And then there’s his bad luck. The first job Stiles sent him to, had him work as an administrative assistant for the CFO of a company that produces weapons for the military. A high profile job of the likes that doesn't come across Stiles’ desk very often, but Derek has a college degree and seemed like the right man for the job. The werewolf promptly - and accidently - uncovered some huge scam the woman was running, which led to her freaking out and kidnapping Derek, chaining him up in some underground basement and torturing him with elektro shocks. She even licked his abs, allegedly. It was a whole legal mess. They were lucky Derek is a werewolf, so he recovered quickly from his wounds. Stiles isn’t too sure about the psychological damage, though. Still, he would have thought it would send Derek running for the hills, giving up on ever finding a job, but the guy keeps coming back. Every few weeks he’s back in the chair in front of Stiles’ desk, scowling as if he could make a job out of it. If only he could.

Being a werewolf means your job has to be flexible when it comes to the hours. No matter how good the control of the werewolf in question, they all need some days off around the full moon. Working with animals is often a no go, because most animals tend to react badly to an apex predator in their vicinity. Derek has the looks of an underwear model and Stiles would be happy to set him up with a modelling gig, if it were not for the way his eyes ruin every photo. Stiles knows. Derek’s file has a picture of him with his eyes closed, face turned impassively in the direction of the camera. It’s such a dorky picture, Stiles secretly loves it. And because Derek has been walking in and out of Rainbow Recruit for the better part of year now, Stiles knows the guy has a softer side hidden beneath his prickly exterior. He’s not a man of many words, but he always asks how the sheriff is doing. The two men know each other because of another case of Derek’s unbelievable bad luck. His sister, his last living relative, was killed and Derek was left to deal with the grief on top of having to adjust to his newly gained Alpha powers. It made him forget about the difference between human and werewolf customs, which was why he was picked up as a murder suspect when he had just been trying to bury his sister in the way that his family had practiced for generations. Derek was exonerated, he got himself a small pack and he and the sheriff greeted each other on the street nowadays. 

Stiles knows Derek’s pack too. There’s Boyd, who works at the ice skating rink. That was none of Stiles’ doing, he already had that job before Derek bit him and added him to his pack. Rainbow Recruit did arrange a county groundskeeper job for Isaac, and a job at the local beauty parlour for Erica, the only girl in the small pack. He thinks she and Boyd are dating, though he isn’t sure, with the way Erica aggressively uses her femme fatale looks to make Stiles blush each time she comes by the office. She’s actually more scary than her Alpha.

Said Alpha walks in early Thursday morning, when Stiles is just making himself a coffee in the little kitchenette in the back corner. They have a fancy coffee machine that wouldn’t sit out of place in a hipster café, yet Stiles only knows how to make two kinds of coffee with it. The kitchen corner is decorated with red and pink garlands in the shape of hearts, in honour of the upcoming Hallmark holiday. Stiles doesn’t care much for Valentine’s day, but he is all for the bowls of candy hearts that Allison put on every desk. “For the clients, Stiles,” she warned him, futilely if he might add. 

Derek stops a good distance away from Allison’s desk, his eyes trained on Stiles in the back. He lifts a hand when Stiles spots him, ignoring their receptionist completely. It’s fine, Allison assured Stiles multiple times she understands why Derek isn’t comfortable with her, even though she hadn’t seen her aunt in years before the woman went mental and kidnapped and tortured Derek. 

“Good morning, Derek!” Stiles greets without raising his voice. The werewolf can hear him just fine, even if he’d whisper. Stiles learned that the hard way, through some embarrassing instances that Derek graciously doesn’t hold against him. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll be right with you. Coffee?”

The werewolf nods once in reply and starts for Stiles’ desk. Stiles finishes making his own cappuccino and starts on Derek’s americano. He always drinks it all black, like the glutton for punishment he is.

This story continues on A03!

This story was inspired by this Tumblr post by @leeshajoy​

#Eternal Sterek Valentine #Valentines day #Sterek #Sterek fanfiction #Derek Hale #Alpha Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #Derek x Stiles #job recruitment #sterekvalentineweek2022

[bestruction]

Getting high with them for the first time

N/A: If you do drugs do it safely

My masterlist

- Eren Jaeger

He's not the type of guy who pressured you to use, let alone say you're immature or coward for it. When you decide to try it, it's genuinely your idea, and who better than your boyfriend to teach?

That's how you end up in his room, with the door and windows lock to make sure the smell doesn't catch his parent's attention. You sat on the carpet while he carefully rolls the joint so that the cigarette holder doesn't fall.

“Tighten your lips like this and take a deep breath through your mouth” He took a short drag before releasing the smoke “But not too long since this is your first time your throat is not used to the smoke”

You nod and accept the cigarette doing as he said. You feel the smoke warm your mouth, watch it hoover before your eyes after blowing and wait for...Nothing. No different sensation, no tingling, literally nothing.

"I don't think it worked"

“It is not like a switch. Wait a minute, babe ”

You talk a little about the day-to-day of the two and then go to play something new that he had bought. After a few games and a few more huffs, you still don't feel any difference or anything. You even try to hold the smoke in your mouth for a longer time, which results in you coughing incessantly and Eren laughing in your face. Hearing him laugh has always been one of your favorite things. The way he bends his body and laughs out loud without shame until he blushes always makes you laugh together with him, like now.

You laugh, laugh until your body asks for air and needs to alternate between laughter and breathing. You feel calm, relax as if you had lifted a weight off your shoulders. You lay on the carpet feeling the softness of the fabric against your skin ... Was it always that soft? So silky? So comfortable? You close your eyes and rub your hand over the texture, and then the smell of Eren's citric perfume invades your nose. When you opened your eyes, jade eyes were watching you closely.

"I think it has taken effect now, huh?" He says stroking your hair. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He asks, getting on top of you.

"A few times"

“Then I’m going to tell you again: you’re beautiful” he kisses your lips “So damn beautiful” He kisses your chin “Every single part of you” And now your jaw.

You two spent the afternoon making out on the floor and praising each other. Not because you were high, I mean, not only, but because being so sensitive brought it even more evident how much you wanted each other.

- Levi Ackerman

You had a horrible week. It seemed that everything that could go wrong over the course of seven days had made a point of happening even worse than you imagined. When you got home even after taking a long hot shower and lying in bed, you're unable to relax.

"If you keep turning from side to side, I won't sleep either" Murmured Levi.

"I know. Sorry"

"I'm not complaining. Come here" He pulls you to lie on his chest "Better?"

"A little bit"

"Just a little bit?" He smiles softly "You can try what I do when I get like this"

"Do you mean the mushrooms?"

"If you want to"

You two get out of bed and go to the kitchen. He takes a clear plastic bag from the fridge and places it in front of you. Levi is not the type of guy who gets high all the time. It's more like an escape for when his stress is too high, like yours. He already used it when you met him, and even if you didn't, you never saw a problem with it.

"Just it?"

"I can make tea if you prefer"

"Why don't you use weed like everyone else?"

"Too much work. To roll, check for purity. With mushrooms, I just need to buy and chew them ”

"Well, bon appetit"

You two eat the frozen mushrooms. The taste is not so bad, but it is not a good thing and the smell reminds you of something that had been removed from the forest, which makes sense. Levi suggests that you lie down on the sofa in the living room to watch a movie. There was no need to worry about tomorrow as it would be a day off for both of you.

Lying on Levi's lap and watching the TV, the colors start to shine before your eyes. You didn't remember the white wall looking so vivid, or the pixels on the TV seeming to slow down when you focused on a specific point. It was your house, but it didn't look real. You felt inside a peaceful dream, and inside that dream, you fell asleep forgetting about your nightmare week.

- Armin Arlert

It's your idea. It's Mikasa's birthday party, and Connie had taken some ecstasy pills from whoever wants to use them. So you take two, drag your boyfriend to the bathroom and lock the door.

"You don't have to do it with me if you don't want to, Armin"

"I'm curious too," He says, staring at the little pink pills on your hand.

Armin swallows one, and you do the same after him.

Armin swallows one, and you do the same after him. You want the experience to be as safe as possible. Then both sit in the bathtub and wait for the effect while talking. About half an hour later, you notice how dilated are the pupils of the blond in front of you. Your hearing is a little muffled, and you feel happy and light for no apparent reason. A slight tingle comes and goes through your body, like a wave spreading that sensation across your skin.

You go over to Armin and sit on his lap. He smiles at you, and more than ever, you want to kiss him until you're out of breath, and he's not different from you.

Armin takes your hand between his and brings it to his mouth. He spreads small, short kisses on your hand. You focus on the feeling of his lips running over your skin. You are so damn sensitive even his breathing makes you shiver.

As if a magnetic force pulls you both, you two kiss, letting that soft cloud of pleasure envelop you both. When Armin presses you against his body, deepening the kiss and tasting your mouth, you want to break the laws of physics and be able to occupy the same place as him. You want to become one with him.

And the two of you may not be able to do it, but you certainly tried A LOT in that bathroom.

- Jean Kirstein

Jean is handsome, tall, friendly, and intelligent. So when he starts to be invited to every possible party in college, you’re not surprised. You two have been dating since high school, and you don't feel jealous if he goes to parties alone but he always finds a way to convince you to accompany him with some excuse. Like,  that it would be a lot more fun if you're next to him.

Today, this is one of those times when he convinces you. It's not that you don't like parties kind of, but a party full of strangers doesn't seem like the most attractive thing to you. Then after dancing and talking to people for a long time, he drags you to one of the rooms in the house to give you a well-deserved break.

"Thank you for coming with me," He said, hugging you from behind after closing the door.

"I'm going to want some compensation for that, Kirstein," You said, sitting down in an armchair that was there.

"How about ... That" Jean takes a bag with two white pills out of his pocket and tosses it towards you.

"What is it?"

"LSD"

"What kind of people have you been involved with?" You joke “If your mom knew what you've been up to, Jeanboo”

"Shut up" He sat next to her "If you want to try, I try"

It wouldn't be his first time getting high, he used to smoke weed with Eren in the basement since high school, but it would be yours. As I said, Jean is smart. You knew he had been wanting to try acid for some time. So of course, he had researched on.

Honestly? You are curious but afraid after so many speeches “don’t do drugs, kids”. Jean would never propose anything that could endanger the two of you, which is exactly why he only suggested it when you were alone, and if you said "no" it would be like it never happened.

"Is it just swallowing?"

"Put it under your tongue and let it dissolve"

You lie down on the floor and take it at the same time. It tastes bitter, but unlike any medicine, you've taken in your life.

It takes some time for it to start taking effect, but when it finally did you know. The sound of loud music, muffled by the walls of the room seems to be inside your head now. The colors tremble in front of you, mixing, moving, becoming more intense. You raise your hand towards the ceiling, and you don't feel like that's your hand. Everything seems surreal. You feel calm but active. It's like being very drunk, but the other way around.

Jean pulls you into his chest, and you can hear his heart pumping blood at full speed, like yours. You feel your throat dry, your body sweat, and your hands get cold.

If I could define that feeling with a word, it would definitely be intense.

You spent the night like that. Watching the furniture move and change shape, lying on the floor and without detaching from each other. At some point, you ended up sleeping, and after having the weirdest dream of your life, you woke up with Jean calling you carefully. The sun had already risen, and the house was silent, indicating that the party was over a long time ago.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, helping you to stand.

“Hungry and hungover”

He mumbles something about also being, and you go out to eat at the nearest cafeteria.

#Eren Yaegar #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #attack on titan eren #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin arlert #jean x reader #jean krischtein x reader #jean #aot x you #aot x reader #aot imagines #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Hey. Thanks for answering my last ask. I did like Tom/Lily back at my day (lol as if I'm that old) but to be fair...any ship with Lily is better than Jilly.

One question. What you think of Hinny and Luna x Ginny? Cause nit gone lie I think Luna x Ginny has more potential than Hinny. But maybe is because I love the trope "pop falls for unpop"

... I’m not sure I’m supposed to feel as insulted as I do that I apparently barely cleared the very low bar that is Jily. 

Moving on.

I’ve given most of my thoughts on Ginny and shipping here.

Harry/Ginny

To sum up for what you’re asking though, I think Harry/Ginny is a complete disaster. Oh, Harry’s the only one she has eyes for but... it is not a good relationship.

Both of them are attracted to the idea of one another and barely seem to know who the other is.

In the case of Ginny, she tries to be someone who she thinks Harry will be attracted to. She takes note of what failed with his relationship with Cho and goes out of her way not to be that. All of her actions in the sixth book are geared towards desperately getting Harry’s attention. More, she projected this heroic persona onto Harry Potter that she never seems to see anything beneath it.

Harry for his own part... likes Ginny’s skin? His attraction to her in Halfblood Prince is one of the weirdest things I have ever read. He seems to lust after her, sort of, we get this green rage monster that throws a fit every time he sees Dean Thomas with Ginny. However, he really doesn’t know much about her and proceeds to barely spend any time with her even when they start dating. That he leaves her in Deathly Hallows is very telling, and very chilling to me. Not only is Ginny not a part of “the gang” and not invited to their club house, Harry is effectively leaving her to be taken hostage by Voldemort. This doesn’t bother him, at all, but then nothing really does.

I also think Harry’s gay (he spends a lot more time drooling after attractive men in canon then he does attractive women), he just doesn’t know it.

So, I think his and Ginny’s marriage is likely a disaster. Ginny has affairs all the time as nothing works out the way she thought it would but is too in love with the fame, the money, and the dream of being Harry Potter’s wife to ever leave. Harry’s utterly oblivious to his wife cheating on him and has to have it pointed out by James Sirius. Harry doesn’t believe him.

I’ll put it like this, their marriage is worse than Ron and Hermione’s. And that, my friend, is a low bar.

A Tangent: Ginny’s Not Popular

I’m actually going to argue that Ginny’s not at all popular. In fact, I imagine she’s actually severely disliked. Harry’s just too oblivious to notice.

So, first, Ginny is the youngest sister of the Weasley family. We see the hit this has on Ron, who has a massive inferiority complex, but we don’t see what it means to Ginny. What we can assume though, is that she’s known, and that the instant she walks into school she has a reputation that’s not necessarily good.

Percy, her brother, is that smarmy asshole prefect.

Fred and George are those assholes who constantly prank everyone. Some think this is hilarious, usually when they’re not the victims, others aren’t too keen on this.

Ron’s that guy who’s constantly getting into trouble with Harry Potter, is a known dumbass who doesn’t even have a working wand in his second year (wizards are elitist like this), and earns hundreds of house points at the end of the year for committing arson.

All of this will feed into how people perceive Ginny before even meeting her. For better or for worse, she is a Weasley, and that means people will see her a certain way.

And then Ginny has the worst first year imaginable.

She isolates herself and pours her heart and soul into a diary. Every second she’s spending talking to Tom Riddle is a second she’s not making friends. More, Ginny’s behavior becomes more and more erratic as Tom Riddle begins to possess her. She starts missing classes, acting strangely, etc.

And I think it’s damning that no one noticed.

No one is watching Ginny, no one is even around her, so if she disappears for a few hours and wakes up covered in blood in the bathroom, nobody knows. Had Tom not written a message informing the entire school that Ginny had been kidnapped, no one would have noticed, Ginny would have died down there in the chamber and it would have been days until someone, maybe, put it together.

Ginny in her first year has no friends.

And then it’s too late.

We see with Harry that people in Hogwarts form friendships fast and they rarely change. You get your clique in you first few weeks of Hogwarts, and if you’re unlucky like Hermione then it takes a few months and a troll nearly killing you to find your group, and then you stick with that group.

Ginny comes back second year, everyone already has their best friends, there’s no room for her. She tries to integrate into a group, they just give her weird looks, and more remember her as that sickly lunatic.

Because remember, that she was possessed is not known beyond a few people. It’s never publicized, and most probably think Harry or Hagrid was behind the Chamber of Secrets Fiasco II: Electric Boogaloo.

So, you get a bunch of kids who don’t want to hang out with Ginny. And, Hogwarts houses are so insular, that Ginny can’t really go and hang out with anyone else.

For all that Ginny joins the quidditch team, for all she joins the DA, I don’t think she ever really has friends. She’s just the youngest and weirdest Weasley.

And then comes her fifth year.

Ginny decides she’s going to date every guy in Hogwarts to get Harry’s attention. Now, good or bad, this is going to get Ginny a reputation, a very negative one. To the male Hogwarts population: Ginny’s an easy lay. To the female Hogwarts population: Ginny’s that bitch who will steal your boyfriend.

Halfblood Prince will not make Ginny any friends.

Ginny/Luna

It has more potential than Harry/Ginny but I personally don’t think it’s going to happen.

Like everyone else, Ginny looks down on Luna, which is a bit hilarious as per the above I don’t think Ginny’s rolling in popularity either. Luna’s weirdness is tolerated at best in a sort of, “Oh, look how cute and nuts she is, let’s pat Luna on the head.”

More, as I explained in the Ginny shipping meta linked, Ginny only has eyes for Harry and I think it would take a lot for her to look in any other direction. And to go for Looney Lovegood instead?

Part of Harry’s appeal is that he’s Wizarding Jesus, he’s important, wonderful, charming, a prince in Ginny’s eyes. Luna’s that batty girl who lives down the street and has radishes in her ears.

I just don’t see Ginny ever going for it.

As for Luna, she’s hard to get a read on, but I believe she’s fully aware of what different people think of her. She’s a very kind and generous person who overlooks this for her friends, but in a romantic partner... I think Luna is waiting for someone who truly understands her or if not that then at least truly likes her.

I don’t think that will ever be Ginny.

#ask #anon #harry potter

[sakumareikun]

highschool au and s/o is a new transfer and they get lost but rei is there to help <3 transfer student begins to develop a crush on rei and the rest is up to you 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

i had some music on loop while bingewriting this that i would like to "share with the class"

→ How unfortunate...

On the day of your first classes at your new high school, you left the bathroom and then proceeded to lose track of where you were. The map you were given wasn't very helpful no matter how long you stared at it, so you eventually turned to the nearest student in the hallway. "Excuse me, where is class 2-B?" The student in question turned to face you as you spoke, and then grinned one of those 'million dollar smiles' you'd read about in romance novels. "The layout's kinda confusin', so let me show ya there."

He started to walk in the direction you just came from, gesturing to follow him... and he walked a lot faster than you, so you were already out of breath when you were back in class 2-B.

Once you were seated in the classroom safely and you'd caught your breath, you remembered that 'million dollar smile', and the mental image of that stuck for the rest of class.

→ But, it left once you got home and watched the next episode of the TV show you were following, then did your studies, went to sleep. You didn't think about it the following morning. You didn't even remember him when there were so many other things you had to remember.

→ He came right back the next day on lunch break began - he was right outside the classroom. His face lit up when you walked out. "Ya know where the cafeteria is?"

You didn't have the heart to tell him you remembered that one and went along with him.

→ His name was Rei. He was unnaturally attractive. He seemed popular. A few heads turned whenever they heard his voice, so naturally you were a bit suspicious no matter how genuine he seemed. You couldn't let your guard down.

→ Despite the hesitance, you still couldn't help looking forward to seeing him.

→ During the first part of the school year, Rei showed up at the strangest times for the weirdest reasons. That meant he found you and talked to you when you were finally out of a bad mood, sometimes he'd lend an umbrella on a sunny day just before it rained, even left a headband in your locker that you discovered before gym class because he later thought it "would look nice on ya". It wasn't your style, but you humored him because it made him smile. He had a really attractive smile, after all.

→ As the year continued on, you started to outwardly enjoy his company. By the second part of the year, it had been too long for him to be messing with you, you figured, and nothing bad happened anyway (besides him occasionally being annoying, anyway.) It was perfectly fine to relax.

→ He, too, relaxed, but in a different way. You didn't really notice at first until one day, he didn't respond to your question, and when you looked, he had his eyes closed. You had to elbow him a bit for him to snap out of it. "Jus' a little tired. Nothin' to worry about."

→ That's exactly what he said the next time, too. "Gotta take a nap later, don't worry." or "I'm fiiiine. Ya worry too much." or "Too bright, my eyes kinda hurt." There was no end to the excuses, and every time you asked, he brushed it off. Frustrating.

→ The third part of the year came around with him visiting you less and less. Any time he did, he looked like he was forcing himself to stay awake, forcing himself to stay upright, standing up slowly. And you told him one time that he was an idiot for telling you not to worry, and it turned into a very emotionally-charged lecture. So, he opened up a bit.

→ "I'm goin' overseas a lot. There's some stuff I have t' do... things that're important to me. Appreciate the concern, but I'll be alright. Jus' focus on studyin', yeah?"

You'd respect that decision but you still worried.

→ You kept thinking about Rei, his million-dollar smile, heart beating a little faster when you did - at some point this had clearly turned into a full-fledged crush. Next time you saw him, you'd tell him exactly how you felt. You'd written it down, practiced it, then rewrote it. Even if he didn't feel the same, it'd be really nice to get off your chest. Of course you hoped for more, but...

→  But... there wasn't a next time.

You hadn't even seen him for at least a month. He missed the end of the school year entirely, where he would have graduated. Sometimes, other people asked you if you'd seen him, but you hadn't -- and it hurt every single time you had to say it.

No matter how much you waited for him, he never showed up again. You were really mad about it, understandably, even though you knew he was doing something important to him. What if he went somewhere else? Found someone new? Did something terrible happen to him?

So, at some point, you just gave up on him.

↓

→ The next year, your first day feels lonely. You've put it in the past, your friends don't ask about it anymore, and you don't think of him that often anymore. But, sometimes, that longing still comes to mind even if you shove it aside. Today is one of those days.

→ You're about to head home for that day when someone calls your name. You turn to look and it's another student from the same grade. You stare at him for a bit, trying to remember who he reminds you of.

"... Do you not remember me?" He looks so crestfallen. You feel so bad when you tell him you don't, and you certainly don't say it when you recognize he reminds you of Rei. He gets the hint and turns away, so you go back to your locker.

→ Another student turns from the locker next to yours. "I thought you and him were close, did something happen?"

Wait a sec.

You thank them and turn to run in the direction the Rei-like student went.

→ He turns around with wide, tearful eyes when you call out to him as "Rei!", so it really is him.

He looks and sounds completely different, and it really does feel like talking to a stranger, but your emotions trickle back in anyway. He's crying a bit, clinging to you like an oversized koala, completely ignoring the stares of everyone around you both.

→ However, the part of the following conversation that 'throws you for a loop' the most is when you ask why he is, and was, so attached to you.

"... Have you not noticed?" He pauses, but breaks into a familiar million dollar grin. "I love you, you know. I apologize if it was unclear, but that is indeed why."

The fact that he says that so casually makes your head spin. But. After a moment of staring, your smile matches his. Your response is to just kiss him and that's that.

↓

→ He's been held back a year thanks to his absence the year before, so now he is in the same grade as you are. Now you can find him and give him gifts that don't fit his style. It turns out he is very physically affectionate without even trying to be, so he's holding your hand, leaning on you while hugging you from behind, playing with your hair without him even thinking about it.

It gets off-putting to other students, so you and him had to stick to the handholding and tiny kisses before and after lunch.

→ Yes, he looks and sounds different, but nothing really has changed. It still feels like it did before, just that you're dating him now. "High school sweethearts" indeed.

-- And that's that.

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38. Set it up, break it up

For everyone who's been supportive of these| fluff |making out |harry set draco up with someone Only to realise he liked draco all along |

" when was your first time ?" Seamus smugly asked Draco as he drank his butter beer from across the room sprawled over the bean bag

" I will prefer not to answer the question. It is highly confidential and that information shall only be revealed to Someone I'm with. So dear Seamus you can enjoy asking this question to other, while I would refuse to answer " Draco sophisticatedly replied, tilting his head to put on more emphasis upon his words.

" Merlin, you could've just said I'm not answering that. No need to go all Shakespearian " Ron rolled his eyes at Draco.

Harry chuckled as he joined Draco over the couch, putting his legs over Draco's laps, not that either of them ever minded that physical touch " that's Draco for you. He'll never give a direct answer. I can bet, if he were in an English Muggle class, he'd top "

" I topped nonetheless " Draco rolled his eyes, his hands automatically falling into a pattern of softly stroke the bottom of Harry's leg, a habit he's grown attached to.

" really? From what I remember I got 7 owls while you got only 6. It's just as if I was infact better than you " Harry smirked

" whatever Harry. I was the headboy " Draco rolled his eyes at harry, yet again but then again he liked these small bickerings with him. Blaise eyed them from the corner of the room, enjoying it himself, not Daring to say anything.

" and I was given the opportunity, I just denied "

" as if "

" whatever helps you sleep at night darling" Harry teased as he pinched Draco's cheeks softly

" don't " Draco growled as he swatted Harry's hand away

" one angry kitten aren't you " Harry chuckled, picking up his can of butter beer and drinking it.

" don't call me that " Draco sneered, not in a furious way, just slightly threatening way.

" anywaysss " Seamus echoed, breaking off their not so private conversation " when was your first time harry ?"

" Ron, you might wanna cover your ears for this one " Harry chuckled. Ron gave him a look but refused to do so " it was after war, when I got back with Ginny, in the time we were going out for a short time "

" what about in 6th year ?" Dean asked snuggling closer to Seamus on the bean bag

" we couldn't really ever get to it. I mean for one neither of us were ready, and we were just kids. Although when we did it after we got back together, we realised almost instantly it wasn't something we enjoyed, not that part, just with opposite sex kind of thing. Well mostly her, no offense. Or it could've been we weren't just attracted to each other that way " Harry explained

" really ? I always thought you guys would work out you know " Dean said. Harry looked at Dean amused but didn't say anything.

" I never thought you guys would end up together really. Never seemed as if so " Seamus added

" interest me in why ?" Harry asked

" it just, I always knew you were sort of bi even before you started going with Ginny. It was Evident really sometimes. And with Ginny herself, she didn't seem like a person to be with a guy. I mean coming from I figured my sexuality really early on, I just sometimes knew it.. besides after the first time you guys broke up, it seemed almost impossible for it work later on " Seamus explained. Everyone including Draco thought about what he had said and nobody could even deny that it was a lie.

" what's your dating track anyway right now Harry ?" Blaise asked standing over the chair behind Ron.

" oh it's not that bad. I do go out on a few dates. I went on a date last week infact and believe me that guy was really good, dashing, almost ced- well Cedric diggory Kinda hot but right in the middle of the date, I feel something going up my leg. I almost choked on my Tuna fish and he goes, do you like it ? I was more shocked than anything else. It was weird if anything "

" so what next ?"

" I didn't call him back. I think somewhere along the date, he might've said he had feet fetish.. he would much rather make love to my feets than me and it was just plainly weird "

" people have all different sorts of fetishes " Ron frowned

" yeah, I respect them but feet fetishes just creeps me out " Harry almost shivered at the thought of it.

And everyone soon fell into talking about weirdest kinks and fetishes, something they all were rather amused to be in conversation about, except, Harry.

Draco stopped stroking Harry's leg for a moment to softly clutch on them to seek his attention.

" it's alright Harry.. you can't change anything.. besides I think he lived a good life" Draco softly said.

" I still can't forget though. It's almost as if I can still see it happening in front of my eyes " Harry Whispered back.

" I know. He was a brave guy though. You can't do anything anymore. I'm sure- he'd want you to get over it too " Draco whispered. Harry bit his lip softly before nodding. To provide comfort, Draco again started stroking Harry's legs.

" feels nice" Harry smiled at Draco, who simply smiled back.

" talking off that, what say about going on a date with someone ?" Harry asked Draco but had inevitably grabbed attention from a few others in the room.

Draco raised his eyebrows in strange surprise " really ?"

" I met some guy at the animal shop across the street. He seemed like someone you could date " Harry replied

" why me, why not you ?" Draco defensively asked

" well, he's not my type but he's yours and he did seem to notice you with me a couple of days ago, so I thought maybe you could talk to him and see if you'd like to go out with him " Harry suggested.

Draco frowned at harry before clearing his throat " I'll pay that animal shop a visit then "

" great " Harry grinned

" I'm gonna use the loo " Draco sighed and got up abruptly

" unbelievable " Blaise announced. Harry looked around the room to receive strange looks " what are you all staring at me for ?" Harry asked confused

But nobody responded except that most of them groaned, leaving Harry more confused. Draco returned a few minutes, chatted a bit and then left claiming he had to feed his cat.

As a few weeks goes on by, Harry discovered that draco did started going with the guy he had told him about and was infact in a happy place to be with him. And it was all fun and games until Harry was offended that Draco no longer gave him that much time anymore or the fact that he kept cancelling on him over and over or that he longer was interested in watching movies with harry but sure had fun plans with his so called boyfriend or the guy he's dating, he cared no less. By which he meant, he did cared. To say his friends were tired of Harry ranting on about Draco cancelling on him that one time Ron even put up muffalito charm on him. It was splendid how things were going, in a sarcastic way of course until Draco decided it was time for him to make everyone meet his boyfriend, and harry wanted to burn himself on flames.

" I frankly don't understand why the expensive dinner, I mean, couldn't he had just invited us to his place or his so called boyfriend's place " Harry vented air quoting boyfriend

" Harry you were the one who set him up in the first place, stop being mad at him and jealous not to mention " Hermione rolled her eyes eating the chips off the packet

" jealous, I'm not jealous " Harry defensively said

" sure " Ron rolled his eyes.

" look Harry, you're clearly jealous that he isn't spending as much as time with you and its bothering you, so just talk to him about it " Hermione suggested shrugging her shoulder

" look, I don't know what's cooking in both of your brains but I'm-not-jealous " harry slammed the cloth over the counter and went inside his bedroom

" I miss the time when he wasn't such a dramatic ass " Ron taunted

" I can hear you " Harry yelled from inside the room, hearing faint whispers from Ron and Hermione in the living room..

And the truth infact was that Harry was jealous, which he Only discovered over the dinner when Draco was practically almost all over him that harry wanted to tell him to just sit in his lap, didn't of course. And to make it worse, he was jealous of how good they actually looked, which resulted in harry losing his appetite and almost groaning every five minutes. Hermione had to kick him under the table to behave a couple of times.

Spending the night in his thoughts, Harry came across things he wished he had known earlier or things he never felt but whatever it was, he felt frustrated in himself to set Draco up and he had no idea what to do next, so he decided to take advice from the only man he knew the best was at.

" Harry ? What a pleasant surprise. Ron's not at home though " Blaise said as he opened the door for him

" I actually came here to talk to you " Harry sighed as he went in. Blaise frowned in surprise before walking behind Harry himself

" well what can I interest you in, a joke, a mimickery,-"

" an advice actually " Harry groaned as he slumped down on the couch.

" oh- Ron's better at that-"

" he isn't, he told me to talk to you " Harry replied. Blaise walked into the kitchen, opening the window to the living room to converse through the kitchen.

" did he ? What can I help you with then ?" Blaise asked as he poured water for Harry and walking in to give it to him.

" I think, that I might have feelings for Draco" Harry replied

" you are officially the last person to know that " Blaise chuckled as he walked back into the kitchen and fetched something to eat.

" what ? You guys knew that ?" Harry sat uptight

" of course " Blaise scrunched his eyebrows as an obvious face

" why didn't you guys tell me ?" Harry asked agitated with his friends

" because these are the things we're not supposed to tell you, you're the one supposed to tell us, you dimwit " Blaise rolled his eyes, throwing his hands in the air.

" well you could've at least warned me " Harry groaned

" how could you not have known !! When did you even figure It out anyways?" Blaise asked as he shut the cabinet for the last time, bringing a packet of cookies and chips with him and slumping down in front of Harry.

" I think I've known for a bit since he started going out, but last night i was pretty confirmed that I was jealous " Harry Told him

" well I'd like to say you are that ruined your chances but guessing you came for advice, you came here to know how to fix it and I'll tell you, I do not have even the slightest idea how to fix your shit soup "

" what ?" Harry emphasised

" Harry, you yourself set him up with someone almost exactly like you. If Draco even Liked you at some point, now he knows that you don't like him and he's probably moved on and supposedly happy in his newfound relationship "

" Blaise, If I wanted to listen to how I fucked it up I wouldn't had come to you. I need to know how can I fix this " harry sarcastically responded raising his eyebrows

" look the easiest way is to simply confess or move on. I can't help you harry even if I wanted to. Draco seems happy " Blaise told him emphatically.

Harry was disappointed but knew Blaise was right, there was possibly nothing he could've done to make it right, at least not something that would sabotage their relationship.

It took harry a couple more days to become normal with the fact that draco was dating and finally paving his way to move on, which was definitely hard. And harry could've assumed he was doing good until Draco invited him for a picnic, claiming they haven't gotten out individually in a while. Normally harry would've been very ecstatic about it but considering the phase he was going through it was hard but didn't deny his sweet offer.

" took you a bit long- and your boyfriend's here too " harry pressed his lips in a thin line when he saw them coming together.

"it was just us but his plans got cancelled last moment so he tagged alone.. i hope you don't mind " Draco plead guilty

Harry sighed before giving him a firm smile and nodding " it's going to be one hell of a day "

Halfway through the picnic, harry Would've assumed he would be the thrid wheel but it was infact quite opposite, his boyfriend, jake was infact the third wheel who basically had no idea about draco's life which surprised harry a little more than it should have.

" you- jake, you alright ?" Harry asked looking over draco's shoulder at his boyfriend who looked puzzled

" what? I'm fine, just thinking " he gave them a firm smile.. draco leaned a bit into jake as if to give him the feeling he was still here but jake rejected it, much to draco's surprise.

" what you thinking about ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows.

" what exactly I'm doing here?-"

" shit- I'm sorry for making you feel as if I'm intruding-"

" no, it's not that. It's just so clear that you both are so meant to be together, yet here I am on a picnic with two people who are supposed to be together but are not because of me-"

" that's not true " draco interjected

" is it not ? " Jake asked more firmly than before, not forgetting to give a smile so as to not sound harsh.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

" even if it is true for me, I don't think Draco feels that way . Besides you guys are dating, I don't want to be the reason for your break up" harry replied sympathetically

" you're not harry. I just- I can see it, maybe you two are blind but I'm not.. Enjoy yourselves " jake said as he abruptly stood up

" jake don't be like that " draco too stood up

Jake sighed taking draco's hands in his own " I'll stay if you admit you don't have any feelings for him, if you've never wanted to be with him, if you've felt anything closer to what you feel for him about Me. Admit it freely and I'll stay"

But draco couldn't say anything..

" thought so. I'd be fine by the way. I don't think I've seen two people belonging to each more than you two " and jake departed.

Draco stood there a few minutes watching him walk away, his shoulder slouched as if not believing that he'd just been dumped.

" draco-"

" you're a jerk " draco turned around

" what ?" Harry asked confused

" you're an insolent jerk " draco picked up from dry leaves from the ground and hitting harry with that.

" what the fuck did I do ?" Harry shielded himself as draco threw more and more leaves and grasses

" you fucking moron, you were Flirting with me " draco huffed stopping for a moment

" I wasn't flirting " harry whined. Draco gave him a look before picking up more leaves and throwing it at him

" okay, okay. I was but hey it's your fault to go along with it " harry stumbled back over the ground

" well it's not my fault if you're bloody good at it "

" is it my fault that you enjoyed and I'm not the only victim here, you were flirting too " harry looked up at Draco from the ground

" I wasn't flirting " draco narrowed his eyes. Harry hooked his leg around that of draco, making him trip over and fall over harry, who he instantly rolled over, pinning draco to ground.

" were you not ?" Harry breathed

" it doesn't matter-"

" you were flirting back" harry commanded

" okay, fine I was but you had no right- hmph" draco moaned softly as harry kissed him over the lips, kissing until the need for oxygen finally had made sense again.

" now tell me, how long have you wanted this?" Harry huffed.

Draco rolled his eyes, still pink from all the kissing " I haven't wanted this "

" okay " harry frowned as he leaned down, his lips lightly brushing over that of draco's " you sure ?" Harry asked not moving an inch closer or further

Draco's breath choked down, desperately wanting to lean forward to kiss him again but didn't to avoid giving harry the satisfaction of having the upper hand.

" you don't want me to kiss you again then? That's right yeah " harry whispered as he bit Draco's lower lip, earning a soft moan and his body involuntarily pressed against harry's

" seems otherwise " harry whispered.

" merlin " draco moaned. Smirking harry pulled away looking at Draco from a distance.

Sucking his cheeks, draco immediately pulled harry to him and kissed him again, this time in more desperation and rush.

" guess who's got the upper hand now " draco moaned as he freed his hands and put them in his hair.

" you" harry chuckled, Thoroughly enjoying kissing draco himself.

" jerk " draco chuckled

" you're the jerk " harry chuckled

" and you broke his heart " harry whispered against his lips smiling

" eh, he always knew it anyways " draco shrugged

" you really are a jerk then " harry smiled as he pulled away a bit, admiring draco.

" and you're the jerk who just broke my relationship and has basically manipulated me into kissing you " draco raised an eyebrow amusingly

" I don't regret it " harry regret

" me either " draco smiled and leaned in again.

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Day 37- you're my home, draco | Day 39- cuddle me in

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