#this is such a rant but thoughts have yo go somewhere so

[heartsteel-heartbeats]

Heartsteel Kayn relationship HCs!

No warnings for this one, you may proceed.

(( Psst! Hey! It’s not explicitly listed that you are also a performer, but you are free to assume that! I like leaving stuff open for ya. Also I may have gone a bit overboard… Sorry! )) ~ OBBY 💗

Before Heartsteel

You’ve been with him before he was kicked out of his old band (maybe even well before he started his music career), so of course, Rhaast was no secret to you. He never was, really. You actually liked Rhaast and loved seeing him just go crazy and do what he wanted without much of a care of the consequences. Kayn figured this is why he was initially drawn to you, because you accepted this part of him.

His band was pretty much the opposite. They held him back extensively because of Rhaast. The situation itself and seeing him lash out time to time made you worried on how much more he could stand being with that group. Some days, you just let him rant to you. You don’t know much on the other members in general besides their names and their roles in the band, but seeing him so frustrated because of them felt like maybe it’s best if you didn’t.

When Kayn did get kicked out, you let him stay around for a bit. A bit eventually became a while. Totally weren’t preparing for this, you made sure there was plenty of room for him. An artist needs his own space after all, though he didn’t exactly pick up his guitar for some time.

It’s been rough for Kayn for a while. He was getting easily irritated over the smallest things and seemed to often get into fights online. You’ve had to keep him off social media more than once before he really made things worse for himself. His reputation has taken quite a hit when he was kicked out, so this was for the best if it means he doesn’t damage further by doing something stupid.

Rhaast, on the other hand, was a bit harder. Rhaast liked to leave a mark, mostly in a physical sense. There were times where you had to stop him from actually getting into serious trouble. It was hard to talk him out of it and sometimes you had to keep him from walking out that door. Doing such a thing did make you feel bad since you’re holding him back almost like his old band did with him, so there were times where you hesitated. Don’t get him wrong though, he knows you’re just worried about his wellbeing.

When he finally did pick up his guitar again, the songs he made were quite clearly targeted towards his old band. Rhaast was going all out and you encouraged that. Of course, these songs never went public for obvious reasons (though Rhaast almost argued with you to upload them somewhere). Hearing songs like these from him were really the one and only times where you can hear just how truly angry he was. Still, you were glad he was letting it out in a way that felt natural to him. Artists letting out their frustrations through songs weren’t uncommon, and most of the ones out there needed to have their listeners read between the lines to understand and see the artist. But you? You didn’t have to. It was all right there in front of you.

Approaching Kayn on the topic itself is rather difficult as he tends to get defensive and dismissive over it, so really, the best you could do was get his mind off of it for a little while. Anything works as long as he was doing something, anything. It didn’t matter what it was.

It’d take quite some time for him to actually come to you for comfort on the matter. When he does though, it was a huge weight off of both of your shoulders. It basically just happened one night, and it was one of those nights for him where his thoughts were keeping him awake. He can’t sleep, you can’t sleep either, so you two just kind of talked for a bit to tire each other out. Eventually, the topic shifts and you can feel his hold on you tighten ever so slightly.

Kayn almost never showed a vulnerable side of him, especially around you. He had his own reasons for that. On the rare occasion that he does, know that it means he trusts you more than anything.

He is happy that you stayed and helped him as long as you did (both being his muse and just supporting him). He makes you aware of it during that night and he does continue to show his appreciation in his own way, whether it’s simply some quality time or even writing a song for you.

Things did eventually calm down and Kayn was beginning to just enjoy doing what he wanted to do again just for the fun of it rather than out of spite. As long as he’s happier now. There’s nothing else to say about his old band.

General stuff between you two

Teasing. So much teasing… He loves your flustered and/or slightly annoyed look when he does it. He finds it adorable.

Kayn can drive but for the love of god never actually let him drive. The chances of getting pulled over and arrested for reckless driving is really high up there. Just let him be in charge of the music, he’ll at least he satisfied with that.

You two still text each other on Discord even if you’re in the same room. He just likes hearing you laugh over what he sends. This does include videos he finds online that he thinks (knows) you’ll laugh to.

Matching hair color! It’s fun, a pain in the ass to get done, but fun. There was a bit of a mess in the bathroom though, and that wasn’t fun to clean.

“Hah! It looks like a murder took place in here!” “I murdered your hair, that’s for sure.” “What?! Are you kidding me? This isn’t the first time you did my hair! It’s perfect!” “Well yeah, but your long hair is gone… I really loved your long hair…” “I mean- It’ll grow back eventually.”

Lunch and dinner sometimes include ordering some food and having it delivered, then eating it in your shared room. Is it healthy food? No, but hey, at least you’re both eating food. If it wasn’t that, then one of you was cooking. Kayn’s cooking is not that bad, but it could be better. Don’t say that though.

Doing each other’s makeup. Although, it started with you wanting to do his and him saying he’ll let you do it if you let him do yours. Now it’s routine.

Playing with his hair. Loves it when you do it. Just him laying his head beside you, or on your chest, with your hands running through his hair. It calms him down and makes him sleepy sometimes. He’ll deny it though.

“Sleepy?” “No.” *literally about to fall asleep* “Sureee.” “Shut up.”

Though there are some nights where one of you can’t fall asleep no matter what you do. Whether it’s insomnia or the other just won’t shut the fuck up (Kayn), at least one of you is still awake. If you feel someone brushing your hair in the middle of the night and giving small pecks, it’s totally not Kayn.

Heartsteel

When Heartsteel found one of his songs and sent him a message, you were okay with him eventually moving in with the group. Kayn has been talking about them for some time, and you think this might be good for him. From what he’s been telling you, these people accept Rhaast. Totally not the one reason why you were okay with it in the first place.

He often texts you about what’s going on and teases you by asking if you miss him. Say no. :) Sometimes complains to you about Yone, but it’s just him being assigned a chore (dish duty).

It does get a bit lonely sometimes now, but he’s happy to be around a group of people that doesn’t push Rhaast away so it doesn’t bother you. Kayn does make up for it by calling you and sometimes dropping by. The second one isn’t often though. Again, gotta keep fans and paparazzi from finding out about your relationship. Although speaking of calls, there were times where you two fell asleep while on call. It usually ends with one of your phones running out of battery.

The group seems to know about you. Yone and Sett has heard of you once or twice, but K’Sante is the one that knows about you the most. According to K’Sante, Kayn talks about you a lot. Ezreal only knows about you cause he got a peak at his phone and saw your name thanks to one of your over night phone calls and he won’t stop asking Kayn about you.

“Dude who’s [name]??? Is that who you’re always talking to all night?” “The hell are you looking in my phone for??!”

Ahem… Kayn did get some relationship advice from K’Sante. Honestly this is exactly why he knows a lot about you from him.

Aphelios only knows about you because of Sett, who then tells Alune.

Kayn tried to keep the music video of Paranoia on the down low so it could surprise you, but he needed to tell you about the dog the moment they picked him up. With that aside, seeing the music video definitely put a smile on your face. He looked like he was having a lot of fun with the new band (you totally saw the Discord calls Aphelios leaked).

#RAAHHHHH I TRIED MY BEST WITH RHAAST HERE #I HOPE ITS GOOD #this went through so much editing and rewriting im gonna cry #obby’s scripts! #kayn x reader #heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #league of legends kayn #shieda kayn #lol kayn #league of legends headcanons #league of legends x reader

[jeansplaytoy]

random ony headcannons

sexual references, violence (?), fluff, ony.

he sassy asf 🙄 always got a attitude when you got a attitude. “girllll you not talking to me like that.” “miss girl you need to calm down” “is there a problem between us i needa handle?”

he loves plucking your forehead for no reason at all.

he def takes your lashes and/or makeup off when you come home from a night out or when you forget to take it off yourself.

you can’t tell me he don’t be playing in yo heels/dresses/wigs. 😭

he always be tryna slap box you but you don’t be wanting to do it because you always lose against him.

he named yo coochie ‘mini ma.’

he hypes tf outta you no matter what you do. if you eat a lot, he’ll record you and then brag about how much of a bad bitch you is for eating, or when you put on the dumbest clothes you could find for bed.

wears your bonnets over his durag at night because it ‘protects the waves more.’

he picks your boogers for you sometimes and then gets disgusted at them and tries to blame you for ‘making’ him pick them.

you can’t have food to yourself around him. normally it would be you taking his food but no. he will literally fight to get the food you have.

don’t ever tell him he can get a sip of your drink because when he ‘sips’, he’ll forget that it’s yours and drink it all.

he loves taking you out on date dates. yeah the club or a party is nice, but he likes taking you out to a restaurant and fancy shit like that. and fun dates when you go somewhere like skating or bowling.

he listens to every bit of drama in your life, like you’ll go on a full rant about how bitches got you fucked up and he’ll listen all night.

every time you and his mom bond (because she’s really a bad bitch) he’ll mess with both of you on purpose. “i know you telling her lies about me, matter fact, i know both of y’all lying on my name.”

he will have the full option to drive his own car somewhere, but no baby. he will drive YO shit around and make people think it’s you just to hop out at the gas station where his homeboys at and be like “yeah y’all thought that was my woman.”

he has a ‘gang banging’ persona, but he’s actually really romantic. he’ll fight, sometimes shoot, but he’s really nice (to you.)

when any girls try to flirt with him, especially in front of you, he’ll give her the dirtiest, and i mean the dirtiest mean mug. “get the fuck…”

sprays on one tinyyy little spritz of your perfume so that when he goes out, everyone’s knows he has a girlfriend. same with putting your colored hair ties or scrunchies on his keys or wrist.

he most definitely daps you up after sex. like he’ll beat them doonies ZEOWNNNN and then dap you up while you laid across the bed, tangles in sheets, lace lifting, legs tingling, etc etc.

he pops the pimples on your face, even when you tell him he’s not supposed to, he’ll beg you to let him pop at least one.

he know he lovesss him some matching holiday outfits or pjs😩.

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[number-onekidqueen]

Hey!!!

Could you please do Luke x Goth!fem!reader where they are dating secretly, and Luke finds out she’s getting bullied for how she dresses he decides to confront the bullies and put them in their place 

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Luke Castellan x goth!Hades!reader

apologies for the awkward spacing, my laptop is going through some glitch 😭

angsty fluff

warnings: bullying, verbal abuse ig, a few swear words, Stacey is a cliche warning, mentions sexual themes

"You don’t like it, do you?”

He shook his head insistently. You laughed.

“No, I think it’s cool, I just don’t listen to this kind of stuff. It’s new to me.”

You and Luke were sat on your bed in Hades cabin, listening to a cassette you had snuck in this summer.

It was actually how your mum had bonded with Hades. She always told the story of how she had been walking home from a shift, listening to her favourite album on her Walkman, completely lost in the bass and cacophony of drums, unaware of her surroundings. Too late she had noticed a drunk driver swerving towards her. And then a man had come out of the gloom, drawing her safely away by clutching her cassette tape and headphone wires. She’d been at a loss for words, and he’d simply walked away.

He’d met her the next night, returning her Walkman with praise for her music choice. And every night later he’d appear somewhere along their journey, and they’d converse about music and fall in love.

That very album was what you were listening to at the moment. And from the look in his face, it certainly wouldn’t be making its way onto Luke's playlist very soon.

“I know it’s loud, I get it,” you reassured, “I guess I just love the…. Passion.” You didn’t see while you were rambling, but the look Luke gave you then could only be described as adoring. He loved when you ranted like this. “These artists, they’re pouring their heart and soul into everything. Every word they scream, and string they play, they’re giving their best performance to do so. I find it so amazing.”

The sad thing was, not many people shared your view on that, which led to the predicament you were in.

Well, it wasn’t just the music. It was probably the way you dressed too.

Regardless of your explanations, people were always going to stare at your black shorts, choker and smoky eyes. They would always whisper ‘goth girl’ as if it was a swear word.

But you never thought they would be quite so mean. Come on, you were one of them, right?

Wrong, apparently.

"Hey, emo, anyone die lately, or just your style sense?"

This particular jab came from Stacey, an Aphrodite girl who just seemed to loathe you, and was your polar opposite with her glowy make up, tight camp tee and cropped shorts.

Usually you ignored them. Sure, some of their comments were mean, and sometimes you could hear them when you looked in the mirror, when you applied your mascara, when you lay in bed in the darkness. But today, you were done. You were so sick of Stacey sniping and sneering at you. You were going to bite back.

"I didn't realise dressing for men was considered style, but if so, then sure."

There was silence as she gasped at your comment, looking at her friends in shock and for support. She scowled then, and chewed her gum obnoxiously in what you guessed to be an excuse to think of a comeback.

"I'm sorry I get a reaction from men. Kinda sad that black and death doesn't turn anyone on, huh y/n? But I'm sure you don't care. Probably have some relationship with a dead body, right?"

There were muffled giggles as all the Aphrodite girls covered their mouths at her retort. She began to smirk at you as you blinked at her in shock, genuinely hurt.

"I don't get you, Stacey. Why would my style have anything to do with that? How do smoky eyes have anything to do with-with necrophilia or whatever you're suggesting? What the fuck?" You spat, and you walked away from her, hating that you had been defeated, that that stupid girl's words made your eyes feel heavy with tears.

Because to her, you'd always be weird. That one goth girl who always wore black no matter the occasion. Who barely got a first glance from boys.

It was then you wanted to scream to them how much you knew Luke cared about you. You wondered how much their opinions would change, if they knew camp's golden boy was sweet about you. But you never did, because you knew they wouldn't believe you, and so it led to tears and frustration, locking yourself inside your cabin and crying until your face was a runny, smudged mess.

You'd settled yourself against the wall for around half an hour, your hands in your hair as you bathed in misery and insecurity when you heard the first round of insistent knocks and urgent calling of your name. It was him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you got to your feet and let him in, praying you looked better than you felt. His face fell as the door opened and he spotted your saddened features, so you guessed you didn't. Luke stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and immediately brushing the tears from your face with his thumbs, his eyes sad.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he drew you into a hug.

"It was just some-some girls, don't worry, they always do it, I'm just-y'know, being dramatic," you let out a broken laugh into his shoulder and more tears fell, "I guess I should expect it."

"No you shouldn't. They shouldn't torment you regularly just because you dress different to them." He pulled away, his eyes furious now, the cocoa centres dangerously dark, "What the hell is wrong with them?! Tell me their names, y/n, their names."

"No, it's fine, you-you don't need to talk to them, it's-"

"Well, I'm going to either way, so you can tell me, or I'll just find it out."

"I-I-" you stuttered, your body shuddering as a wave of tears swept through you once again, "it was that group of Aphrodite girls, with like Stacey and-"

You buried yourself in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, fingers brushing gently through your hair. "You know you're so much better than them, right?" he murmured warmly, "you're smarter, you're prettier-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are, and you should know it, because you are, y/n. You're worth a million of them." Luke's words were firm, and the way he looked at you then, resolute and as if he believed his phrase with every particle of his being made you soften. Made you almost believe him.

"I'm gonna come back with some soda, and we can chill out and listen to your tape, yeah? How's that sound?"

"Amazing," you said, with a watery smile.

"Great, well I'll go now, so I can be back soon," and he sent you a faint-inducing grin as he inched out of your arms that made you lose track of a few sentences.

"Luke," you protested, when you finally got your tongue under control, "no, you-you don't have to this, right? You realise you don't have to do this? It's ok, it's-"

"Yeah, of course," he responded calmly, that same grin on his face as he reached for the door, "I don't know where you think I'm going. I'm just off to get some soda."

And do some other things along the way.

He stormed over to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking rapidly before throwing the door open. Stacey was there, sat on the bed humming a pop song and fixing her hair in her hand mirror, frozen in place as she watched him barge in and shut the door. Her surprise smoothly transitioned into seduction, as was typical with a lot of Aphrodite girls.

"Someone wanted to see me," she cooed, sending him a flirty smile.

Oh yes he did indeed.

"So, I heard about some things with you and y/n,"

"Oh, yeah, that," Stacey waved the words away as if they were a pesky fly, resting on her elbows as she looked up at him with doe eyes, "she looked like a horror movie, Luke. Like, you know how much I care about the kids! They might get scared."

"Yeah, yeah sure, Stacey, I'm sure those were your intentions."

She frowned at that, her glossy lips and thin brows crinkled.

"Why are you even standing up for her anyway? It's not like she's nice, and she's so weird, like she's probably not even straight, like I've heard she has relationships with bats and graves and shit."

"And where did you hear that, Stacey?" He asked coldly, anger rising through him.

She quickly noted the negative emotions surfacing in his tone, and cocked her head. "I don't know, like just around the place. Look, I don't know why you care about this so much? I doubt she has a soul."

"Oh, she does, Stacey. And her soul is much more beautiful and amazing than yours will ever be," he sucked a breath in, trying to restrain his utter rage, "and I want you to never talk to my girlfriend like that again."

"Y-your-your girlfriend?" She spluttered, absolutely shell-shocked.

"Yeah, my girlfriend."

"But-what-?"

"She's the best girl at camp, so I don't know why you say all that stupid stuff about her. Anyway, I need to go now, Stacey, but I think you got the message, yeah?"

She nodded dumbly, her eyes still wide, and Luke smirked as he left the suffocatingly rose-smelling cabin and went into the open air.

With that done, he needed two ice-cold cans of soda.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hi lovely! It's me again :)) hopefully this time you receive it 😊

Could I request a dialogue with James Potter, please?

If so here is the idea... reader attends a Gryffindor party (but she isn't use to go to parties because she is super shy) so she is just there with a drink, James sees her and goes to talk to her because he has a crush on her.

Thank you so much!!! 💌💌

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE! 🥰🥰🥰 Warnings: none :D pure fluff Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Alone

"Is this seat taken?"

You instantly felt your heart racing when you heard that voice. You looked up from your glass to face none other than the famous James Fleamont Potter smiling at you.

"Um- uh- n-no" you smiled, feeling your cheeks burning and moving a little to make room for him.

"So, how come you're sitting all the way here by yourself, love?"

You let out a nervous chuckle at the sweet name and smiled at him. "W-well, um- Alice actually invited me b-but I think she wandered off somewhere with Frank" you explained, taking another sip of your drink.

"Oh" James said, smiling at you. "Well, I'm happy you decided to come" he told you, making you look up at him.

"Um- y-you are?"

"Yeah, you rarely come to our parties" he explained, making you want to smile brightly at him. You had no idea that he noticed that.

"Oh... yeah, uh- I guess I am not the biggest fan of parties" you smiled sweetly.

"Really?" he asked, moving closer, something that didn't go unnoticed by you. "How come?"

"W-well" you chuckled, shyly. "I don't know, I guess it's just... too m-much people and it's always really loud and-" you stuttered. "Sometimes, it just m-makes me a little anxious" you admitted, looking down at your lap.

"Oh, well, if you'd like we can go somewhere more quiet" he suggested, making you choke on your drink.

"Uh-" you stuttered.

"Oh, Merlin!" James widened his eyes, realizing just how he had sounded. "I didn't m-mean it like that, I swear" he stuttered skittishly and you could see the blush on his cheeks. Your entire heart fluttered and you thought he looked adorable. "Shit, I'm such an idiot-" he muttered.

"N-no, you're not" you assured him. "It's okay-"

"No, I mean, here I am, finally talking to you, so happy that I got Alice to convince you to come and I just ruined it with my stupid comment-!"

"Wait, you..." you frowned your eyebrows in confusion. "Uh- what do you mean you got A-Alice to convince me?" You knew she had been extra pushy about you coming to this party.

"What? N-no, I didn't say that" he laughed, nervously.

"Yes, you did" you insisted and he took a deep breath.

"Okay, well... I just... I... may have asked Alice to get you to come" he said, looking down at his own drink, not wanting to face you.

"You did?"

"I just... I really wanted to talk to you but... I didn't know how a-and I thought-"

"Y-you wanted to talk to me?" you asked, feeling your entire heart melting and James turned to look at you.

"Of course, I did" he smiled shyly at you.

"W-why?" you asked, confused.

"N-no reason" he cleared his throat, trying to play it cool.

"James-"

"Okay, fine, I really like you and I have been wanting to talk to you for Merlin knows how long but I was afraid that you would think that I'm an idiot and then I saw you here and Alice and Remus pushed me to come talk to you and I ruined it with my stupid mouth and-"

"You didn't-" you blurted out, interrupting his rant. "Uh- you didn't... ruin it" you said, quietly, feeling your cheeks burn a little again.

"I didn't?" he asked, hopeful.

"No" you shook your head, smiling at him. "I know you were just being nice, I didn't think anything by it" you assured him. "It was actually really sweet" you informed him.

"It was?" he asked, excitedly, making you laugh a little. A sound that James was certain he loved.

"Yes, James, you are always really sweet with m-me" you smiled.

"Oh, could I uh- maybe get you something else to drink?" he asked, grabbing your empty glass from you.

"I would like that" you nodded as he stood up. He was about to walk away but he turned around and looked at you again, making you smile up at him.

"Also, um- w-would you maybe like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asked, nervously, making you feel so relaxed at the fact that he seemed just as nervous as you.

"I w-would really love that" you said, feeling your heart flutter at the big smile that appeared on James' face.

"Brilliant!" he said, happily. "Um- one drink coming up, love" he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek, making your cheeks burn even further.

Neither one of you noticing Remus and Alice clinking their drinks, delighted that their plan finally worked.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it :)

#marauders #marauders imagine #james potter #james potter imgine #james potter x reader #james potter dialogue

[citystars]

(★)―――includes: heartslabyul dorm

(★)―――synopsis: relationship headcanons

(★)―――warnings: n/a if any let me know!!

Riddle Rosehearts!!

Started out as a small crush, till it got too big for the poor boy to handle

Although he says he doesn't have favorites or treats you equally, the reality is that he's much more lenient with you. 

He lets you break the rules with a light punishment, especially when you go out of your way to follow his rules. He sees no problem with slipping a few times.

He just doesn't have the heart to be mean to you

You'll definitely be the perfect couple in the school

Appreciate how you are with him

Tried to spend as much time with you despite his tight schedule

He is a gentleman who tries his best for you, but you probably will have to start most things, like kissing or holding hands, since he gets so flustered by the thought of doing it himself.

He simply isn't used to receiving physical contact, he gets so anxious and uncertain about it.

He'll get it eventually, but for now please be patient with him, he really is trying his best

But speaking of handholding, Riddle absolutely adores holding your hand

It could just be from simply walking side by side in the halls of NRC, doesn't mean Riddle enjoys it any less, his ears always go pink and there’s a small smile on his lips

Gets red when you hug him

Doesn't get jealous easily but he does get insecure when he sees you with someone else

He also leaves you notes. They're small but they show how much he cares.

They usually are small reminders to eat and drink throughout the day or small compliments

Riddle is a sweetheart who loves you with his whole heart and soul.

Trey Clover!!

Trey's love language is act of service.

Rather it's you reading a book as he listens while gently brushing your hair, ranting about your day as he hums along to what you say, or helping you with chores. he's always showing he loves you in small ways.

You could be cleaning your room together and he'll slow down in his cleaning and hum along to what was said.

It's the small things that make him fall further in love

Make sure you are happy and healthy.

Patient and understanding but boy does he enjoy teasing you. always love to make you blush.

I also believe that he likes quality time.

Things like dancing with you whenever there's music playing, swaying you around the kitchen.

ALSO-

Baking together and enjoying each other company✨

He asks you to try anything he’s making, especially if he’s trying another new recipe.

Sometimes it ends up as a flower fight (is that what it's called?? Food fight??)

It’s in his nature to be a bit parental and (maybe) overly caring

You sometimes steal his glasses and end up with him chasing you around.

KISS HIM ON HIS TEMPLE HE WILL MELT

Truly, Trey loves you so deeply.

Cater Diamond!!

Can find any sort of excuse for a selfie

He also has a private album full of you

(Sometimes I wonder about how much storage he has on his phone?)

Will chat with you all night till one of you falls asleep (it's always you)

In terms of falling asleep together, whether it's sleepovers or cuddling together.

I feel like Cater goes down two routes when he wants cuddles.

He either asks directly, "Can we cuddle?" or chooses the more common route, which is walking right up to you and plopping his head in your lap or just. Picking you up and taking you somewhere to lie down.

ALSO, for somebody who acts as he does, all smug smirks and rolling eyes, such as a tease, Cater sure gets incredibly clingy when the two of you finally settle down.

No matter who is taller or bigger, Cater loves being the big spoon.

He also likes it when you lay on top of him as well. Being near you makes him feel like he had a warm, comfortable blanket on top of him.

Gets teased by his sisters about how lovesick he is

Will flirt with you lightly but when you flirt back he'll get all shy

Calls with him are sweet too.

He always asks how your day was along with other questions.

Teach you how to skateboard

Like you help you style your hair and outfits

HE LOVES TO MATCH WITH YOU

The kind of bf who shows how much he appreciates your company

Overall, you two are such a cute couple

Ace Trappola!!

Ace is quite literally be the worst lover of all of them.

ITS CANON!

Who just ghosts their ex instead of talking and ending things (you fuckin-) He does, however, what to learn. Actually, he's not that kind of a guy either, although he does take a few lessons from previous relationships! (that I'm proud of)

Anyways back to the headcanons

He rarely does anything cute, romantic, sweet, etc.

He is the definition of a gremlin and it's so much worse when you're dating him.

That's it.

Nothing

No sweet kisses, no soft hugs, nothing.

Okay, all jokes aside, he doesn't do many cute things with you.

Sure, you play fight, chasing each other, and play pranks on each other

In play fights, he makes you laugh or scolds him, neither cute nor cute (except for the cheeky smile he flashes over). gives you noogies, And the pranks are usually gross.

He loves you a lot, but probably won't show it, especially at the beginning of the relationship. However, he will open up more later.

In public expect a lot of teasing, making you feel embarrassed, and expect lots of hugs from behind and surprise cheek kisses.

He's a lot calmer in private though, where you two snuggle together while watching shows/movies, and likes to hold hands and be more romantic. (I might make a fic about this-)

Insulting each other jokingly

Actually, listen to your boring and stupid stories

(This boy is a fat liar. He always listens to your stories)

All in all, Ace isn't the best bf but he is trying

Deuce Spade!!

Pure baby

You just intertwine your hands and give him a small kiss on his cheek, which makes him forget what he was about to say.

Deuce is kind of awkward at first but if you are patient, he opens up pretty eagerly.

He feels like he doesn’t deserve you since he still struggles with his delinquent behavior sometimes (lowkey about to strap him to a chair and telling him he deserves the world, aka you)

He also likes to study with you. (please help him even if you are as dumb as a nut)

On many study dates sometimes the two of you don't even study

Tries his best to be the best boyfriend (baby doesn't even need to try, he's already perfect)

Deuce does a lot of cute things when you two are together. Even the smallest things he does can make your heart swell with love.

He just isn't aware of how cute he really is- He knows he's cute but not to the extent that you do.

He has a lot of quirky habits that are just too cute.

Things like giving you piggyback rides/or offering them no matter the circumstance.

Holding your hand while you're walking as he swings, humming along to whatever song he can think of.

Or when you two relax, you two will be cuddling, and he'll rub shapes and words onto your skin and have you guess what he put.

He loves to cuddle too but always stiffs up when you hug him close

He'll hold you so gently that you fall asleep. However, right before your eyes close you can sometimes barely see the small smile on his face as he watches you drift off.

Extremely protective when it comes to you

The only thing he wants to do is protect you

Nobody messes with you unless they want that side of Deuce to come out

He hates it when he loses his cool, especially in front of you

He also apologizes when he shows you that side, but it’s just another part of Deuce and you love him for it.

Here are some relationship headcanons I had about them. This took too long to write so lets hope this does well -Astra★

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Late Night Lessons

Request:  None

Requested By:  Nobody

Prompt: "You are possibly the worst I've ever trained." "Thanks for the encouragement."

Pairing:  Harry Potter x Gryffindor!OC/reader

Summary:  Drastic measures are taken when Umbridge takes over Hogwarts, forcing the students to practice magic on their own. A certain Gryffindor is having difficulties, though...

Warnings:  some mentions of injury and wounds (Umbridge's detentions), distant family

A/N:  I know they had the meeting in Hogsmeade before finding the Room of Requirement, but the conversation felt like it flowed naturally this way, so I left it.

Word Count:  5K+

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This was the worst year of my life.

Dolores Umbridge had taken over the school, restricting everything under the sun and causing torment for anyone that even thought about stepping out of the line she had drawn.  

I walked with Hermione back to the Common Room, grumbling about the lack of practice in DADA.

“I mean, honestly,” I complained, “how does she expect us to defeat Voldemort if we can’t get any practice?”

“I know.  The readings aren’t even very useful.”

“They’re useless!”  I gestured wildly.  “It’s not like Voldemort’s going to quiz us when he finally decides to rear his ugly head.”

Hermione was silent as I continued to rant, waving my free hand through the air and nearly accidentally slapping her a couple times.

I could feel my anger rising the more I spoke, just thinking about the situation getting me more and more upset.

“We need a workaround,” Hermione interrupted.

I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.  “Excuse me?”

“We need a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  Someone with experience.”

I let out a scoff.  “And who would that be?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t know if I can, Hermione.”

“Harry, we don’t have much of a choice,” the muggle-born pressed.  “You’re perfect for the job.”

“And what if we get caught,” Ron questioned.  “We’re likely to be in some serious trouble.”

I leaned forward in my seat.  “Then we’ll just have to make sure we don’t get caught, won’t we?”

The three turned to me.

“And how do you propose we do that,” Harry questioned.

“I’m not sure yet.  But we need to find a safe place.”  I held my chin in thought.  “Somewhere that’s off the radar…that we can work in privacy and security.”

The room fell silent as we all thought.

“An empty classroom might do it,” Ron suggested.

“It might,” I acknowledged.

“We’d have to place some protection charms, then,” Hermione noted.  “Just in case someone walks in.”

“Especially if it’s noisy.”

“We’re bound to draw attention to ourselves either way,” Harry spoke up.  “If anyone sees a bunch of students going to the same place-”

“That’s an easy fix,” I said.  “We’ll just have to split up into smaller groups of twos and threes and have everyone show up at different times.”  I looked over at Harry, holding his gaze in an attempt to provide him some assurance and strength.  “No one will be the wiser.”

A few beats passed and he nodded.

“It’s settled, then.”  Hermione looked between the three of us.  “We’ll start looking tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’d probably be best if we split up,” I whispered to Hermione, Harry and Ron.  “We can cover more ground that way.”  I shrugged one shoulder.  “And maybe it’ll look less suspicious.”

The three nodded.

“I’ll take this side,” Hermione gestured behind her.  “Harry, you take that way,” she pointed to her left, “Davies, you that way,” she pointed ahead of herself, behind me, “and Ron, you that way,” she gestured to the right.

“What are we doing?”

Everyone spun to face the new voice.

“Neville…” I greeted with a grin that looked more like an anxious grimace.  “What’s going on?”

He looked down at me.  “I was about to ask the same thing.”  His gaze shifted between everyone in the group.

We all exchanged glances.

“We’re building an army,” Harry admitted quietly.  “We’re looking for somewhere private and safe to practice magic.”

“You can help us look, if you want,” Ron piped up.

Neville was silent for a few moments before nodding.  “Which way do I go?”

“Er…” I trailed off.  “Wherever you want, I guess?”

“We already each have a way, so you can pick your own,” Harry said.

“Unless I group with Hermione, or two of you boys group,” I suggested, crossing my arms.  “Since boys and girls aren’t supposed to be within six inches of each other.”

Silence followed.

“I’ll go with Harry,” Ron finally said.  He glanced over at his friend.  “We’re always together, anyway.  It might look more suspicious if we’re apart.”

“Good point,” I admitted.

“Alright.”  Harry nodded, looking between everyone.  “Let’s go.”

~~~~~~~~~~

I made my way through the school, observing every door.  With each one I passed I mentally made notes on them.  So many of them were in crowded halls.  There was no way we were going to be able to use them secretly.

Letting out a huff, I tugged on my hair in annoyance as I turned another corner.  

Dead end.

With a sigh, I headed back to the Common Room.

Maybe the others had better luck.

~~~~~~~~~

I strode back to the Common Room as quickly as I could, desperate to hear how the others did.  Approaching the Fat Lady, I instantly supplied the password, not even slowing my steps and walking inside.

The portrait closed behind me.

My name was called and I turned, seeing the golden trio and Neville waving me over.  I walked over, sitting on the floor between Harry and Hermione.  “How’d we do,” I asked.

“Neville found a secret room,” Harry supplied quietly, leaning over to avoid the rest of the students hearing.

I looked over at him, slightly taken aback by the proximity and the intensity of his blue eyes.  I blinked before clearing my throat.  “That’s great,” I said hoarsely.  I forced my gaze to Neville.  “Where is it?”

“It just appeared on the wall.  I’ll show you guys when I can.”

“We want in, too.”

We all snapped our heads to the voice, seeing Fred and George leaning over us.

The matching serious expressions looked very out of place on their faces.

Harry looked up at them.  “Fine.”

“We should find out who else is interested,” Hermione suggested.

“We have to be careful, though.”  I looked over at her.  “We don’t want anyone telling Professor Umbridge,” I warned.

“Who do we really trust?  We can’t exactly just send out an advertisement,” Hermione said.

The group fell silent.

“We’ll work on that,” Harry decided.

I nodded and looked over at Neville.  “Where’s this room?”

~~~~~~~~~

“You’ve done it, Neville,” Hermione said as you all observed the large, open room.  “You’ve found the Room of Requirement.”

“The what,” Ron asked.

“It’s also known as The Come and Go Room,” she expanded.  “The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for the seeker’s needs.”

“So…say you really needed a toilet…”

Everyone turned to look at the redhead.

“Charming, Ronald,” Hermione said.  “But yes…that is the general idea.”

“It’s brilliant,” Harry finally spoke up.  “It’s like Hogwarts wants us to fight back.”

I looked around before turning to Harry.  “Maybe it does.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Neville stared at the practice dummy, his wand raised.

Harry gave an encouraging nod.

Neville looked back to the dummy.  “Expelliarmus!”  His wand flew backwards out of his hand.

I, and everyone else in line, ducked out of the way.

“I’m hopeless,” Neville mourned.

“You-you’re just flourishing your wand too much,” Harry advised.  He held up his own wand.  “Try like this.”  Looking at the dummy, he flicked his wand.  “Expelliarmus!”

The dummy’s ‘wand’ flew onto the floor.

I grinned.

The line in front of me shortened as Ron, Hermione and Luna all tried, each with varying levels of success.

Harry looked over at me.  “Your turn.”

I nodded, stepping forward and raising my wand.  Taking a deep breath, I narrowed my eyes at the dummy.  “Expelliarmus!”

The fake wand shot out of its hand, landing a few feet away.

I grinned as I put my wand in my pocket.

“Nice work,” Harry said, nodding at me with a smile as he placed the wand back in the dummy’s hand for the next student.

I beamed at him, moving to the side to allow Fred to go.

“Great job,” Hermione whispered to me as Fred and George easily performed the spell.

“Thanks,” I whispered back.  “You, too.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal,” Harry stated, walking between the two sides we had formed.  “It-it’s sort of a wizard’s bread and butter, really.”

I made a confused face at the odd analogy.

Ron chuckled.

“...on then, Nigel,” Harry said.  “Give me your best shot.”

Everyone turned to look at the first- or was that second- year boy standing several paces opposite an unarmed Harry.

The ginger boy shuffled a little on his feet before aiming his wand at Harry.  “Stupefy!”

The spell hit Harry and he shot backwards, landing hard on his back.

Nigel also got flown backwards, though not as far.

I winced.

“Good,” Harry said, a little breathless as he pushed himself off the floor.  “Not bad…at all, Nigel.  Well done.”  He stood, clearing his throat and dusting off his hands.  “Next.”

Ron and Hermione stepped forward, sharing a quiet exchange, before Ron walked to the other side of the room, standing where Harry had.

They studied each other for a moment.

Ron opened his mouth, but he was too slow.

Hermione yelled out the spell, shooting Ron backwards.

I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes wide.

“Next.”

I stepped forward, turning to see who else had joined me.

One of the Weasley twins stood before me, too far away to tell which one it was.

I did my best to mask my apprehension.

“I’ll go easy on you, love,” he said, shrugging one shoulder.  “I am two years ahead of you, after all.”

“Don’t do me any favors, Weasley,” I shot back, trying to force my nerves down as I raised my wand.

The twin shrugged, moving back to the spot Ron had previously occupied. 

“You got this, Freddie,” the other twin called.

I narrowed my eyes at the twin I now knew to be Fred, swallowing a lump in my throat.  I snapped my arm forward, yelling out “stupefy!”

Fred blocked it with another spell, sending a “stupefy” my way.

The spell came at me so quickly I had no time to deflect it.

I flew backwards, landing on the ground with a very audible thud.  I winced.

Fred leaned over me moments later.  “Sorry, Davies.”

I groaned.  “I thought you said you’d take it easy on me.”

He shrugged, giving me a cheeky grin.  “You said not to do you any favors.”

Letting out a huff, I nodded in recognition.

His grin grew as he reached down a hand to help me up.  Pulling me to my feet, he clapped a hand on my shoulder before walking back to his counterpart.

“Next,” Harry called.

I rubbed at my back as I moved out of the way for the next students.

“Are you alright,” Harry asked quietly.

I turned to look at him, meeting his concerned gaze.  “I’ll be fine.”  I smiled at him.  “Thanks.”

He held my eyes a moment longer before nodding, turning sharply away from me to look at the dueling students.

~~~~~~~~~

“Have you heard?”

I turned my head to Hermione briefly before looking back towards where I was going.  “Heard what?”

“Professor Umbridge is holding interrogations between classes,” she hissed.

I snapped my head towards her.

“She knows something’s going on.”

My steps slowed to a stop.  I stared at Hermione for a long moment.  “She can’t get to us, can she?  I mean…” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “won’t the Room know that it needs to keep her out and adjust for it?”

“I don’t know.  I suppose it depends on the magic of Hogwarts in comparison to her own.”

I huffed, falling into step beside Hermione as she started walking again.

After several beats of silence, Hermione quietly wondered “I wonder what she uses to try to get the students to talk…”

I frowned.  “I don’t want to know.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Very good- keep your concentration,” Harry said as he made his way through the groups of students.  “Nice work.”

I focused on levitating one of the third years, my eyes narrowed as I tried to keep him up.

“Good job,” Harry’s soft voice came from right beside my ear.

My attention faltered, the third year dropping slightly before I regained focus and kept him hovering, though lower than previously.

“Widen your stance just a little,” Harry advised.

I felt a pair of hands land on my waist, a foot working its way between mine to shove them a little further apart.

A quiet, but audible gasp escaped me as my face flared.

The boy fell.

I blinked at him.  “I am so sorry.”

He stood, rubbing his elbow.  “It’s alright.”

I turned to glare at Harry, who stood only a few inches away from me.

Our eyes locked and my expression, without my consent, lost most of its malice.

He looked over at me.  “Sorry.”

I hummed, wanting to look angry at him, but finding myself unable to.

He held my gaze before clearing his throat.  “Try again.”

At my hesitant nod, he moved on.

I let out a harsh exhale, turning back to the third year.  “Are you ready to try again?”

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “Are you?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Working hard is important,” Harry began, adjusting people’s grips on their wands as they practiced against each other.  “But there’s something that matters even more: believing in yourself.”  He helped a student send a spell at another before moving on, after looking to see if they were alright.  “Think of it this way…every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now…students.”  He continued to move through the room, maneuvering around people.  “If they can do it, why not us?”

I smiled.

Harry pulled out the practice dummy again, wheeling it between everyone.  “Form a circle.”

Everyone walked closer.

“Now, don’t let the dummy touch you,” he instructed.  “If it gets close, send a spell at it to knock it away.”

I pulled out my wand.  “Sounds like a game, Harry,” I said, grinning.

He grinned back.  “It is.  Kind of.”  He looked back to the rest of the students.  “Alright- someone send the first spell.”

Fred was quick to cast a “stupefy” at the dummy.

It shot across from him, towards one of the fourth years.

“Wingardium leviosa!”

The dummy spun around the room, getting spell upon spell cast at it.

“Stupefy!”

It spun to Neville.

“Expelliarmus!”

It rocketed towards Ginny.

“Reducto!”

The dummy exploded into ashes.

Everyone whipped their heads to face the youngest Weasley in amazement.

“Geez, Ginny,” I muttered, looking back to the pile.

~~~~~~~~~

Harry moved to step in front of everyone, Ron and Hermione on either side of him.  “So, that’s it for this lesson.  Now, we’re not going to be meeting again until after the holidays…”

Disappointed groans filled the room.

“So, just keep practicing on your own as best you can, and- and well done everyone.  Great, great work,” he said with a proud smile.

Everyone clapped.

Students began to file out of the room, thanking him as they went.

I hung in the back with Ron and Hermione, waiting for everyone to get their turn, as well as not having everyone rushing out of the same place at the same time.

We didn’t need to draw more attention to ourselves than we already had.

Once everyone had left, Harry approached the three of us.

“Good job, Harry,” I said, smiling at him.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed.  “Well done, mate.”

Hermione grinned.  “I told you that you’d do well, Harry.”

The Boy Who Lived stopped in front of us.  “Thanks.”  He looked between us.  “You’re all doing really well, too.”

“Well, it helps to have a teacher with experience,” I stated.  “The only other people here with experience like that are actual teachers, and they can’t help us.”

Ron and Hermione sent quiet goodbyes our way, saying they’d see us in the Common Room.

I waved.

“See you, guys,” Harry replied.  When the two left, Harry turned back to me.

Silence filled the air.

I wrapped my arms around myself, lowering my gaze to the floor as I scuffed my foot against the stone.  Clearing my throat, and without looking up, I asked “do you have any plans for the holidays?”

Harry shrugged.  “I don’t really have a family to go back to, and Sirius is…” he trailed off.

“Elsewhere,” I supplied.

Harry nodded before looking up at me.  “What about you?”

“I’m staying at Hogwarts for the holidays,” I confessed.

Harry addressed me silently for a few moments.  “Do you have a family?”

I looked over at him.  “Yes.  But they’re away.”  I turned my head to the side, looking at the wall.  “Some business trip, or something.”

“Well, we’ll be here together, at least.”

My gaze shifted to the boy and I let a small smile form on my face.  “Yeah.”

We stood in a few more beats of silence before Harry spoke up.

“We should get going.  I think enough time has passed.”

I nodded, gesturing to the door.  “After you, Potter.”

~~~~~~~~~

“I snagged these from the kitchen.”  Grinning, I set a plate of cookies down on the table in the Common Room.

Harry looked up at me from his spot on the couch, his expression a mix of amusement and shock.  “You stole them?”

I shrugged one shoulder, sitting down beside him as I picked up a cookie.  “We practically have Hogwarts to ourselves.”  I bit off part of the cookie and chewed it.  “Unless these were for the teachers.”

Harry reached forward, taking a cookie for himself.  “Well, if you’re eating them, I might as well.”

I sent a crooked grin his way.  “I really pulled your arm there, didn’t I, Potter?”

He chuckled, a little bashfully, as he ate his treat.

We fell into silence, the only sounds being our own breathing and the crackling of the fireplace.

The fire’s warm glow filled the room, the heat radiating off of it covering me like a cozy blanket.

The Christmas tree sparkled in the corner, snow falling in front of the window.

I let out a long content sigh, relaxing into the couch and letting my eyes flutter closed.

This was the epitome of comfort.

The couch shifted beside me and I opened my eyes, turning to look at Harry.

He glanced at me before looking back at the table sheepishly.  “Sorry.”

I chuckled.  “You’re good.”

The silence that followed was slightly tense.

“Is Christmas your favorite holiday,” I asked, leaning forward to better see Harry, resting my elbows on my knees.

He looked over at me.  “Probably.”  Glancing back at the cookie tray, he rubbed his hands together.  “It was never very nice with my Aunt and Uncle, but since coming to Hogwarts, I’ve enjoyed it more.  I get to spend the holiday with the people I care about.”  He looked over at me.  “If that makes sense.”

I nodded.  “Absolutely.”

“What about you?”

I clasped my hands together, looking at them.  “Well… my family isn’t very close.”  I pulled my hands apart, gesturing with my right.  “We would spend the holiday together, but it wasn’t like the Christmas’ I would hear about from the other families I knew.  Theirs would be filled with laughter and happy memories.”  I looked at the fireplace, resolutely not looking at the boy next to me.  “I got presents, and we would be together all day, but…” I trailed off, shrugging.  “I don’t know.  It just…felt fake.”  I finally looked over at Harry, meeting his concerned blue eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

I smiled somewhat sadly.  “Well, like you said, now I have Hogwarts.  I have you, Hermione and Ron.”  My smile grew.  “I have Ginny, the twins, Seamus…”  Reaching forward, I grabbed Harry’s left hand with my right.  “I enjoy Christmas a lot more than I used to, too,” I finalized, reaching forward to grab another cookie with my free hand.

Harry smiled, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing another cookie, himself.  “Merry Christmas, Davies,” he said quietly as we settled back into the couch.

“Merry Christmas, Potter.”

~~~~~~~~~

I made my way to Harry’s class, strolling through the castle halls.  I was still going to be early, and I had to make sure to not draw any suspicion to myself, so I wasn’t hurrying.  Nearing the entrance to the Room of Requirement, I turned a corner.

The sight had my steps faltering slightly.

I quickly recovered, crossing my arms and halting in my steps, plastering a confident smirk on my face.  “Well, if it isn’t Malfoy and his goons… formerly.”

Draco sneered, marching towards me with quick steps, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him.

They walked behind him, as they always did.

I briefly wondered if they knew that Draco only kept them around to be his bodyguards and viewed them as no more than that.

“What did you say, Davies?”  Draco’s tone was harsh as he approached me, using his height to try to intimidate me.

I looked up at him.  “Well, I said ‘formerly’, because you’re no longer ‘Malfoy’s gang’.”  I took my time in raking my gaze across the three of them, eyes drifting across the badges they’d received from our new ‘headmaster’, letting my words sink in.  “I’d say ‘Umbridge’s puppets’ is much more fitting…” I looked up and held Draco’s cool gaze, lowering my voice slightly, making sure to add bite to it.  “Don’t you?”

Anger flashed through his gray-ish blue eyes.  “I could take you in, Davies,” he said sternly, gesturing at the badge hanging from his robe.  “I have the authority.”

I let out a short laugh.  “For what?”

He looked down at the space between us before looking back up at my eyes.  “You’re within six inches of me, Davies.”

“You invaded my space,” I reminded.

Malfoy grabbed my arm, leaning down slightly to crowd me as he gave a vicious smirk.  “Professor Umbridge doesn’t know that.”

My eyes widened as he dragged me away.

~~~~~~~~~

I hurried to the Common Room, cradling my hand to my chest.  Stopping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, I wiped my watery eyes and quickly uttered the password.

The portrait swung open, even as the Fat Lady looked at me with concern.

Stepping in, I went to make a beeline straight to my dorm but a call of my name had me halting in my quest.

I closed my eyes.  If I didn’t go over, they would know something was wrong.  Taking a brief second to steel myself, I turned around, approaching the three Gryffindors sitting on the couch.  “What’s up, guys?”  I forced my tone to sound more cheerful.

“What happened,” Hermione questioned.  “You weren’t in class…” she prompted quietly.

“I…” I pulled my sleeves down over my hands.  “I got held up.”

“We were worried about you,” Ron said.

I smiled at him.  “Thanks, Ron.”

“You missed a good lesson,” Hermione informed.  “We started learning about how to cast a Patronus.”

“Really?”  I shifted my gaze to Harry before looking back at Hermione.  “How’d it go?”

“It’s bloody hard,” Ron deadpanned.

Hermione gave him a slightly exasperated look before smiling up at me.  “It is difficult, but we’ll get it.”  She looked over the red head to look at the Boy Who Lived.  “Harry’s been trying to walk us through it.”

I shifted my gaze to Harry.  “How’s that been going?”

He smiled.  “It’s the hardest thing we’ve done yet, so it’s a little challenging.”

I nodded, looking to the wall as my hand trembled.  I slowly reached my other hand over, resting it on top of it.

“Are you alright?”

My head whipped back to look over at Harry, dropping my hand instantly.  “Yeah.  Why?”

Harry looked at me for a few moments before holding his hand out, palm up.  “Can I see your hand?”

Hermione and Ron fell silent, turning to look at us.

I stared at Harry, remaining as stoic as I could.  I gave him my right hand.

He didn’t break eye contact with me.  “The other one.”

“Harry-” I tried to protest, but he reached forward, taking my left hand carefully and rolling up my sleeve.  I winced at the sudden air to the open wound, as well as the knowledge that everyone was staring at it.

Everyone gasped.

‘I must not harass boys’ was carved across my hand.

Harry looked up to meet my eyes, his blue eyes filled with fury.  “What-”

“It was Malfoy,” I interrupted, looking down at the words in my irritated skin.  I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the lump that formed there.  “He claimed I had crossed the ‘six inch’ rule to get at him.”  I clenched my right hand.  “In reality, he was the one that invaded my space.”  Letting out a huff, I moved my gaze from my hand to the floor.  “But of course, it was the testimonies of three against one.”

“Crabbe and Goyle,” Ron supplied, frowning.

I nodded.

Hermione reached out, holding my other hand.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to force the tears away.

A silence fell over the group, which Ron thankfully broke.

“Malfoy’s the worst.”

~~~~~~~~~

“That’s it.”  Harry walked through the students.  “Think of a powerful memory.  The happiest you can remember.  Allow it to fill you up.  Keep trying, Seamus.”  He walked over to the twins.  “George, your turn.”

George flicked his wand.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Pale wisps, a whitish blue, spiraled out of his wand.

Harry continued walking.  “A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally useful against a variety of opponents.”

Ginny’s wisps turned into a horse head that whinnied.

Harry beamed.  “Fantastic, Ginny!”  He kept walking.  “Remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused, so Luna-!”

The girl kept staring at the floor.

Hermione’s Patronus, an otter, floated around her head.

“Think of the happiest memory you can.”

“Expecto Patronum.”  Neville’s wand let out a few spirals, but nothing more.  He turned to Harry.  “I’m trying.”

“I know,” Harry assured.  “It’s good.”  He moved on, even as Ron’s dog Patronus ran between Neville’s legs, knocking the boy over.  “This is really advanced stuff, guys, you’re doing so well!”

A bunny formed in front of Luna, hopping around the room.

My wand sparked again.

I glared at it.

“Stupid wand,” I grumbled under my breath.  The urge to throw the thing that had chosen me five years ago was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.  I huffed, closing my eyes, trying to focus.

“How’s it going?”

I snapped my eyes open, looking over at Harry.  I was certain he could guess based on the expression I was sure was on my face, but I humored him.  “Dreadful.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Watch.”  I closed my eyes again, focusing hard on my memory.  I opened my eyes again, holding my wand out.  “Expecto Patronum!”

My wand let out a few white sparks.

I looked over at Harry.  “Maybe my wand’s busted.”

“I think that’s unlikely.  What memory are you thinking of?”

I hesitated, gaze shifting between his eyes.  “Getting my Hogwarts letter.”

“That’s your strongest happy memory?”

My gaze lowered to my wand.  “It was all I could come up with.”

Harry pursed his lips, regarding me thoughtfully.

I shifted a little uncomfortably under his stare.

“We could try private sessions?  I’ll work with you one on one.”

I sighed, nodding.

Harry clapped a hand on my shoulder before continuing on his way.

~~~~~~~~

Harry and I walked to the Room of Requirement, hidden under his invisibility cloak.

My heart raced as we strode through the empty halls, terrified of encountering a teacher and a little unnerved at being in such close proximity to anyone, let alone Harry Potter.

The Room of Requirement opened and we walked in, the door closing behind us.

Harry pulled the cloak off us and I let out a breath of relief.

“Merlin, that was scary,” I mumbled.

“Sneaking around after hours still unnerves me a little, too,” Harry remarked, dropping the cloak to the side.  “It gets easier the more you do it, though.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.  “Got it: break the rules more often.”

He deadpanned at me before his expression shifted into a grin.  “Very funny.”

I grinned back.  “I thought so.”

Harry shook his head, moving to stand beside me.  “Alright.  I hope you have your wand on you, or we’ll have to sneak all the way back.”

I grimaced, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my wand, a quiet sigh of relief escaping me.

Harry nodded.  “Good.”  He gestured at me.  “Alright, think of your happiest memory.”

I held my wand out in front of me, once more thinking of receiving my letter.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Nothing.

Not even sparks.

I huffed.

“That’s okay.  Try again,” Harry encouraged.

And so I did.

For half an hour.

“Do you have any happier memories?”

I looked over at Harry.

“Remember, it has to be strong,” he advised.

I huffed, closing my eyes.  Getting my letter wasn’t enough.  Maybe arriving at Hogwarts?  Seeing the school for the first time was definitely one of my favorite memories.

Opening my eyes, I brought my wand forward, a new determination filling me.  “Expecto Patronum!”

A few wisps left my wand before dying out.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Harry patted my back.  “That was an improvement.”

I whipped my head around to glare at him.

He pulled his hand off me, raising his hands in surrender and taking a step back.  “Sorry.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Harry.”

He pursed his lips.  “Let’s go to bed.  We’ll try again tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Expecto Patronum!”

My wand produced a few wisps, lasting longer than before, but still dying out rather quickly.

Harry chuckled.

“Harry Potter!”  I glared at him.  “We have been doing this for almost a week- don’t you dare!”

He held up his hands.  “Sorry.  It’s just… you are possibly the worst I’ve ever trained.”

I deadpanned at him.  “Thanks for the encouragement.”

“I think you need some happier memories,” he admitted, his smile fading.

I frowned, looking down at the ground.  “Well, I won’t argue with that.”

He walked over to me.  “What do you care about?  What’s important to you?”

I lifted my gaze to meet his, staring at him in silence for several moments.  “My friends.  You, Hermione, Ron…”

Harry nodded.  “So think of a memory with us.  Was there a memory with us that filled you with such a happiness you’d never experienced before?”

I paused, looking away as I tried to think.

Meeting the golden trio was fun.  I enjoyed listening to them as they told me about their adventures.  Spending time in the library studying.  Visits with Hagrid.

Then it came to me.

I remembered the Christmas holiday.  I thought back to the warm fire, the tasty cookies I had snuck out of the kitchen, the comfortable silence, the winter coziness that I had shared with Harry.

I had never felt more content in my life.

I looked back up at Harry.  Lifting myself to stand tall, I turned back to the open space before me and raised my wand.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Pale wisps emerged from my wand, spiraling out.

A chestnut mare formed at the end of them, tossing its head and neighing.

Harry beamed.  “You did it, Davies!”

I turned to face him, grinning.  Reaching towards him, I pulled him into a tight hug.  “Ugh, after weeks-!”

“You did it,” he congratulated, hugging me back.

I sighed in relief, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He mirrored the action for a few moments before we separated.  “What was your memory?”

I blinked at him, face flushing.  I wrapped him in another hug, just so I didn’t have to look at him.

He stiffened, taken aback, but returned the hug again.

“Do you remember the Christmas holidays…” I trailed off, keeping my arms around him.

I felt him nod against me.  “Yeah.”

I paused.  “Do you remember the night I stole the cookies from the kitchen?  The snow was falling, and the Common Room was decorated…” I tightened my hold of him.  “We were sitting on the couch… the whole place to ourselves…”

At Harry’s prolonged silence, I loosened my grip, pulling away slightly, but not enough to look at him.

“Harry?”

“I- I remember.”

I waited a few beats before stepping back so I could look at him.

He met my eyes, but I couldn’t read his expression.

I held his gaze, ignoring the way my voice wavered and my cheeks reddened.  “It meant a lot to me, Harry.”

He swallowed.  “It meant a lot to me, too.”

Staring at him, I tried to figure out what exactly he was trying to imply by that.  I took a step towards him.  “Did it,” I asked quietly.

He nodded, his gaze flickering to my lips briefly.

It was all the confirmation I needed.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes.

He returned it instantly.

Our lips moved together clumsily, but it filled my heart with warmth.

I reached up, resting my left hand on his shoulder and threading my other fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He placed one hand on my waist, the other cradling my jaw.

I pulled away first, keeping my hold on him as I opened my eyes.

He smiled at me as we both tried to even out our breathing.

I beamed at him, chuckling, and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his forehead.

Harry met my gaze when I pulled away.  “I don’t know if we should have done that.”

My smile dropped instantly, arms falling to my sides.

A mischievous crooked grin formed on his face.  “I am your teacher, after all.”

I scoffed loudly, slapping him in the arm.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: This was really fun to write, too. I've been on a Harry Potter kick, so expect more stories soon.

Oh! And if anyone is curious as to why I chose the patronus I did, I found this life-saver right here.

Tag List:

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #OC #HP #year 5 #Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix #my works #Mara's works #my imagine #Mara's imagine #my gif #Mara's gif

[michu-writes]

🐉 Mabel from Gravity Falls crushing on Dipper's girl friend headcanons? Like she helps Dipper a lot with the mystery stuff which leads to Mable also hanging out with them a lot and accidently developing a crush. How would she realize it, go about it and react since she was always boy crazy but now she's crushing on a girl. Love you! <3

A/N: I LIVE FOR BISEXUAL MABEL OMG! Also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE ‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

AND AND HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY GRAVITY FALLS <333 AGAIN

I can't believe it's been 10 years omg.

Btw I assume by "Dippers girl friend" you meant plotanic because I'm not up for a love triangle 😭 /lh. I HOPE U ENJOY 🐉 ANON <3333

FIRST OF ALL!!! I feel like she'd have the "proper gay crisis" like Nick Nelson had from Heartstopper 💀

She's so confused! At first she thought she just really liked you as her best friend, like a really good best best friend. She always talked about you to Dipper and her friends non stop to the point it got actually tiring and annoying according to them. It was like Mabel were talking about the same way about you like she always talks about her make crushes. Dipper is the first one to notice obviously.

….

"Mabel? This is probably a weird question but-"

"Huh? What? It's not weird unless you say it's weird, Dipper! Spit it out!"

"Is it possible you might… uh.. have a crush on Y/n?"

"WHAT"

And then she'll rant about how there's no way she has a crush on you.

"I don't! She's great and all! Y/n's so pretty, cool, sweet, nice, kind hearted, weirdly too good to be in this world, but there's no way I have a crush on her! I like boys! I think… right?"

"Mabel, stop lying to yourself. Be honest. I'm pretty sure you have a thing for Y/n. Either way, I'm still here for you, you know?"

"Mason! I told you, I don't have a crush on her!"

"Alright… suits yourself then. I'm just gonna go hang out with Wendy." Dipper gets up from his bed and heads out of the door.

"Wait, no!!!"

The male brunette stops and raises his eyebrow.

"I'll admit, I don't know who I like, okay? Don't tell anyone! Not even grunkle Stan! I'm just.. I don't know. Can you please help me out?"

Dipper walks back towards Mabel, sitting down in front of her.

"Listen Mabel, you know I would help you. At literally anything! But this is your feelings. This is about you. You have to figure this out alone. But you could maybe talk with those gay cops? Aren't they like… together? At least I think so. Would be surprised if they weren't."

"But I can't do it without you! You're smart!"

"I know I am, but not in these kind of stuff! Look at me and Wendy! Yo were the one who helped me get through her. I'm pretty sure you can do this. It's gonna be fine, just take your time okay? Like I said, talk with the cops! I'm sure they'd help you."

"You sure?"

"101%"

"Fine. I'll talk to them, thanks Dipper."

"Anytime, Mabel."

-

So yeah, Dipper is the first one Mabel have told. She'd stay awake all night thinking about you. Thinking if she really has a crush on you. This would stay for like a week or something- until she finally de dies to talk to the gay cops. They told her that there's also something called bisexuality. You can like both or two genders at the same time.

After that, she felt more relieved, but still had a gay crisis in the middle of the night. She'd rant about it to her brother.

And then after days and days of thinking, confusion, considering,,

"I think I might, MIGHT, be bisexual."

EVERYONE IS OFC HAPPY 4 HER!!1!1! But now onto the confession part because YEAH

-

Mabel is pretty straight forward in a good way. She's always honest in the most nicest way! When she'd probably confess the moment she sees you. She'd be like "Hey Y/n! Can we talk for a bit? If you're not busy?" And then she'd take you somewhere more private and say "Listen Y/n, you did something to me. Can you guess what it is?" And you'll just stand there confused and nervous because you're scared if you did something wrong. "What is it?" "You made me bi! How cool is that?!" "Wait wha-"

There will be a lot of explaining to do, and thinking. At the end you accepted her feelings and you like her back!! She was so happy and excited she started hopping and hugging you so tight.

Dipper is such a supportive brother and friend as I said before <33. He's definitely jealous of Mabel because she got a girlfriend first AHSJSHSJ

#Mabel pines #Dipper pines #gravity falls #gf #x reader #x y/n #reader insert #mabel pines x reader #gravity falls x reader #fanfiction #headcanon #scenario

[gwaaaaar]

fma word vomit!1! Mostly a rant bc i have been rewatching it and thinking about things. Fma critical but i am ranting from a place of i genuinely want better for a media i like. I am a person of color and these are my thoughts personally, feel free to disagree.

Iirc, hiromu arakawa wanted fma to be a criticism on ainu colonization as she had ainu family and wanted to pay her respects to them. Which is Awesome in concept, i think its important to want to make something out of compassion and respect for others. I think she had good intentions when creating the base morals of her story.

(Edit, apparently shes yamato and not ainu, i only heard that she was distant ainu from an interview or something but yeah thats probably wrong so sorry abt that)

Heres where the problem kicks in.

Sometimes she does it poorly, really poorly. "Ignorance isnt a sin" but what happens when that ignorance hurts people?

Fma is in the end a story about redemption and humanity. It is a very idealistic /optimistic view of the world. And sometimes that wide-eyed optimism is blind to reality.

Enter the entirety of the amestrian government. One thing i HATE HATE HATE, is the fact that the white characters are given more sympathy than scar, a colored man who had his race brutally genocided by those characters. Roy and gang do feel bad for what theyd done, theyd felt bad about their war crimes their murders their sins everything. He himself says scar was justified in his violence. And edward, a 15 yo twerp was like "thAts nO exCuSe."

This is where the optimism comes in. "Murder is murder! All murder is bad!" Thats a genocide victim. Of course when scar goes after literal children and decides to solve all his problems with violence, thats when hes losing it. That should be disconnected from the whole government corruption bit.

And then winry. Winry comes in, cries her eyes out and shes the victim. Scar went through worse quite literally. And we dont see him get afforded that. And in a way, it feels like white woman tears. I can understand why winrys upset but jesus have some empathy would ya?

The main problem i think, is how little ishvalan characters there are, there isnt enough to have a full story. There isnt enough to see their pov. Its just roy and the gang and armstrong. And doesnt olivier get mad at alex at one point for not participating in the genocide? Stan alex for not wanting to kill people and backing out, wish other characters could say the same huh?

Maes. Maes. Grips him. Maes.

He doesnt give a shit about the ishvalans, what he was a loving dad but does he ever care abt his literal war crimes? Probably not. He only cares about roy.

In the end its an idealistic world where cops would actually work against the system. There always was something unsettling about the way the goverment worked and i think its because it follows the lines of "not all cops are bad!" Which, which isnt true.

Cops are bad because they promote and enable a system that was corrupt in the first place.

FMA technically goes against the grain with that, because the "cop" characters do go against the government. I think its important to have an ideal to work towards. I think its important to have positive examples, and fiction is a playground. Its a literal fantasy to get a corrupt government overthrown. But having that hope somewhere, may be good. Because at least we can hope for a better future. Roy and his gang work towards a future where they would get sentenced guilty which is a good thing i wont deny. I think its good that they fight for that.

Im not here to talk about that.

This combined with the fact that only white characters have a truly active presence in overthrowing the government (besides scar vs bradley that was awesome and very good), it just feels, unsettling.

Its like making a movie abt the civil war only to have white people star in it ignoring the black people that did work for their liberation.

(If thats an uncalled for comparison let me know ^^ i can edit it, its just the closest i can think of)

White characters and their emotions are always getting prioritized over colored ones and its alarming.

Then theres the whole if you work hard youll get something in exchange.

Hahahahha if only it really was like that for the majority of minorities hm? The world really would be a better place. 2003 fma you actually did something with that.

I dont think fma is entirely bad, it does good things sometimes! And i appreciate the message it tries to portray, i just think it has its priorities askew sometimes...

#Fma #Fmab critical

[ramcharantitties]

How was your exam bhay

hi. so uhm, Im gonna rant. Well first of all to answer your question, the exam got cancelled because server sucked ass but I still did what i could incase it doesn't. It was super easy- and if the nta decides not to retake, i'm still getting in college.

furthermore- I really, really hate my, the people who live w me. I don't like calling them "family" or "p*rents" anymore. I only like my brother but that fucker is doing mba in bihar. Now, tell me, what were your dreams when you were 15? Small girl, thinking what job she would get. what college she should go. maybe a celebrity crush, right?

that was the first time i thought about k*lling my father. and no he didn't do anything bad to me, but all of it was mental abuse. My mom, in mid 2021, was extremely sick. It was the peak of covid and sooner or later she caught it too. Of course bhaiya and papa did all they could- and thankfully we did get hospital and she was admitted. 2 days later my brother caught covid. they are better now, mom and i are going out tomorrow to buy her some hair colour if anyone's wondering.

but imagine so much tension on a teen 17 yo. well my father always thinks that we did nothing and only he suffered through it. He wants all of us have to same passwords so he can access any of our- mail or any account on his wish. He yelled at me in a fucking moving metro in delhi on 7 pm because i was texting a guy from school. He has confiscated my phone thrice now for no fucking reason. like. in his eyes texting a friend Is a reason, apparently. Hell, he told me to "sit in sunlight in school" because my doctor said i am extremely sick and need vitamin d. you know why? because the fucking house he bought has no ventilation. and dude, lack of sunlight cause some real shit to brain. my mom got migraine in 2016 because of it.

i just want to talk my girlfriend tani and i had to make a whole plan w her that whom she can call so that we can pretend talking about college and i get to talk to her. last time he took my phone and when i got it back, i was texting a friend of mine. He said "why do u have to talk to anyone". My first dream was to move out of this fucking house. and no, my mom doesn't defend me. Instead her only god and world is her dear husband who has never done anything wrong. and let me tell you- they both will rot alone when old because they haven't done any less shit to my bhaiya. i wish they will rot alone. im crying so much i hate them alot. This one time i got hurt and i was crying because it just hurt so fkn much- my thumb got trapped somewhere and it was bleeding and he had the audacity to say "you just pretend so that you dont have to ever work" and when i said that to my mom she denied accepting it.

everytime he goes out i wish he gets in an accident. or i do. like, fr. Anyways i think let's see when will the govt release new dates or smth- also i still have second slot to attend for business studied- so yeah i think it's cool if i get to attend and its still cool if i dont :)

#im sorry #i hate him #sorry lmao #trauma dump #uwu <3

[honeybeewhereartthee]

DAY SIXTEEN: BOING BOING 2

PREVIOUS || CURRENT || NEXT

What does one do if your in a relationship with an oddball with a cult. Do you guys end the relationship or try to adjust to the oddness...? Be a cult follower of the oddball...? I

"Your not worthy of a god." You drink your coffee as you listen to the cult follower words while answering an assignment that needed to be pass this afternoon.

"Hey, do you know what's 34²???" You ask the guy who pause from his rant. Not understand why your asking him that "1156." He still answer the question. You happily wrote the answer to the assignment.

"Aww... I wanted to answer it..." The blob on your lap jiggle. "I was still counting..." He show his 'hand' he seems to pout about how slow he is to give an answer.

"I'M SORRY MY GOD. FORGIVE ME!" the cult follow is now on his knees. The blob on your lap reach out to pat the head of his cult member. "There, there... Don't try to do that next time ok?

"...hmm.." you just look at him as you drink your coffee. "Anyway, Mr cult Follower. Outsiders isn't supposed to be allowed in the campus. Don't the (demonic) student council president says so?" You thought about the school rules.

"You don't want your 'god' being put to detention because your following him inside the school right?" You sweetly smile at him. "I--" he seems to realize he made a bad choice but before he can response--

"don't look." Kanata jelly body went and poke the eyes of the follower. "MC smile is only for Boyfriend privilege." He added with a pout.

"KYAAAAAAAAA~~ MY GOD HAVE TOUCH MY EYES" instead of screaming out of pain the guy is having a fan boy moment.

"...ok. I'm going to pass my assignment now. Bye." You fix your things and put them on your bag. You tried to put down the slime to side of the follower but Kanata leech on your hand and won't budge off.

"I'll tag along, mc-chan~ boyfriend supposed to do that right?" he says.

"...hm... Ok." You don't know what to say anymore. You wonder what kind of reference his basing those on.

This one is fine but the previous one where 'your smile is only for Boyfriend' makes you question if it's a good kind or not. Anyway, it's Kanata. A slime who self proclaimed as God slash boyfriend.

"YOU DARE MAKE MY GOD A CHAPERONE?!" the eccentric follower once again return with a bang.

"Oh..." Your eyes went to look at the guy behind him, a sword welding fanatic of student council or something.

"Gotta go. Don't want to be slice by that guy." You quickly grab hold of you bag and hug Kanata to run back to your classroom.

"COME BACK HERE WITH MY GOD, YOU SPAWN OF SATAN!" you could hear the loud voice of the follower but ignored it.

"Sir your trespassing. Come with me or face my blade." Souma arrive before the follower can give chase.

...

The moment you passes by the fountain you dunk Kanata in and soon he appear on his human form.

"Still amazing how many times I see it." You thought out loud as you you offer a hand to Kanata, he smiled as he held your hands with his wet one.

"Did you do your homework??" You question him, worried he probably don't.

Kanata: "Homework... Yes... I did."

Odd but You sigh in relief.

Kanata: "--But I drop it somewhere dry... It slip off..."

"Good thing I made three homework!" Your not surprised and come prepared!

"...MC... There's only two of us right...??" Kanata seems to count the two of you and ask why you made three homework.

"It's mathematics subject, I made my fellow classmates exchange for helping me out in Gym class!" You give Kanata his homework inside a sealed water proof bag.

"... I don't know. Should I be worried or jealous?" He seems to debated about what he should feel about your words.

" Lol, why would you be. It's just exchange between classmate and friends." The two of you went to your next class which is Mathematics.

You meet chiaki who's already trying to answer his homework with his brain being fried by doing so.

Giving him his homework, he was debating to accepting it but you said it's exchange for the help he did.

Through he did say he would rather have you teach him how to answer it next time since you guys have running out of time before class would start. You said you'll teach him after class.

Seeing the interaction of chiaki and you, Kanata stare. He take out the reference his basing his quality of a boyfriend from 'the ???? Boyfriend 101' book and look for answers

"this book... Only does things... Violently. Not puka puka quality." He pout as he realize he can't follow along the book anymore.

"Kanata~~ what's that?" After chatting with chiaki about latest update of the hit Power Ranger episode you went back to talk to Kanata.

"Reference book..." He happily offer you the book.

"...the yandere boyfriend 101...?????" You read the title confuse.

" You said reference book? What... why this book?" You now know why he act weird earlier. You wanna burn the whole book in your hands but it's not yours. so you won't.

Gott I need coffee.' you thought

"do you want coffee? I brought you some~~" Kanata seems to hear your thoughts as he take out a mini thermos from his inner pocket. *Still warm~ 💕" he says as he offer it to you.

" Uwaaaaahh~~ thank you~ 💕" you happily hug Kanata as you accept the coffee.

"I'll have my paycheck in my part time job later. I'll treat you in a seafood street BBQ shop!" You promise to him which made him have a slow clap.

"Yeey seafood date with MC~ hehe." He happily hugged you back and spin you around.

The two of you giggle and chuckle enjoying such moment together as you casually throw the damn book our of the window without him noticing.

"Oww!" Someone says as a book hit his head. "I THINK IM SEEING STARS! KIRA KIRA~~ " The dizzy Subaru says as his head starts spinning to the point of seeing stars. The unit mate of his sigh as they pick up the book from the ground and putting it to the lost and found for the owner to get later.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #Kanata Shinkai #kanata Shinkai x reader #MORISAWA CHIAKI #Chiaki morisawa

[fertility-journey-20s]

I've never felt so alone like I have this past month.

I feel conflicted, like im selfish for feeling like this and spiraling but I feel like my feelings are just human, I think most women would react and feel this way? And if not then i blame it on my fear of rejection and abandonment from having a father who never wanted me and left before I was born and pretends I don't exist.

The last week of February my husband confinded in me that he had been experiencing suicidal thoughts... he's not in a good place mentally and is still struggling grieving the death of his father. During this discussion he told me "I don't love you as strong as I used to" which was gut wrenching to hear. He back tracked and said "I don't feel anything... about anything any more it's not just you I feel numb"

My heart broke into a million pieces there and then, and I've cried and I'm grieving my marriage ever since. I no long know how to act, how to talk, what to do. All I want to do is help him but I cant. I cant because I'm so stuck in my own head, I'm convinced he's going to leave me, that he doesn't love me. I feel like I have to prove something to make him love me again. I miss my best friend, I want to talk to him about this but I cant. How can I when it'll make him feel worse. I feel sick to the stomach. I'm over analysing everything - "I'm touching him more than he touches me, he's barely spoke a word to me today, how long will it take for him to instigate a conversation? If I don't kiss him first when will we next kiss? Do I tell him I love him too much? Should I stop? Is that boring? We don't have plans this weekend is he going yo be bored of me? He's late from work, he's working lots of overtime is he just trying to avoid me? Would he rather be at work than spend time with me? He got his own vitamin out and didn't get mine... why? He went upstairs without a word, what have I done wrong?"

I've never had a colourful dating life, I've had 3 boyfriends before my marriage and they lasted years at a time... the last one was a 6 year relationship and he left me... il be it was necessary, I should have left a long time ago but it doesn't help that me and my husband have been together just coming up to 7 years in a few days.... and I just got it in my head that 6 years is my expiry date... I get to 6 years and I'm boring, uninteresting, not fun or bubbly anymore I make the relationship stale....

I keep convincing myself that he's having an emotional affair with another woman. So that's nice.

I feel like every night I turn round in bed and just feel incredibly sad. I keep crying a lot of the time....

The initial conversation was only discussed because I had said I wanted to wait until my work restructure had finished (around June time) before we go through IVF again and now I'm even doubting if we go through with it at all....

I think about the house and I feel reluctant to spend money on things we need (like a new window blind thats going to cost a few £££) because what if we end up selling next year? I'll just be living back home with my parents so why spend money.

Im sorry this is just one long rant but I'm exhausted mentally and I need to blur this out somewhere

[winderlylandchime]

I received an email today from my brother (mind you, i am in my home office and he is like 2 rooms away), it was titled ‘very very very urgent’ and then he yelled from the living room ‘URGENT MEANS CHECK NOW!’ So I did. And I wish I hadn’t. He literally started the email with ‘I am coming to you through email due to the fact that I have been a victim of a horrible, vicious attack by a foot rest and Netflix.’ He wrote an email (cause he can’t write now lol) about his music/qaf idea he had. Turns out what I thought was just a little thought he had, he actually spent days thinking about. I should’ve seen it coming tbh. Anyway, these are just SOME parts i thought I should share but there is so much more. Mostly just him going on and on about Brian/Britin and occasionally getting distracted by different topics such as the fact that he thinks I need new curtains. Anyway, these are some parts copied from his email, that i thought you deserve to see. Some I actually liked but some made me confused and worried: ‘I want videos of my boys to music but that’s hard according to youtube tutorials so I need you or someone else to do it, after all I am a victim of a fall. Please google people for hire. Anyway, these are the songs I have great ideas for: The Winner Takes it all by my homies Abba. Dude Just imagine that shit. It would be for when Justin left Bri Bri for that kazoo player. And Its Brian all sad and lonely. I mean come on dude, the winner takes it all, the loser has to fall? BUT TELL ME DOES SHE KISS YOU LIKE I USED TO KISS YOU (no). Somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you! (My name) tell me that shit doesn’t scream when Justin was returning the bracelet!’ (Here is where he got distracted by the bracelet so im just gonna copy the second/third song part) ‘You know that dude with the pretty voice I told you about? Yeah, his songs too! (He is talking about Noah Kahan) That song All my love could totally fit my boys. Now I know your name but not who you are!!! You got all my love!!! If you need me dear im still the same as I was! Wait for it, the best lyrics that describes my baby boy Bri Bri is coming at you now: You burrowed in under my skin, what id give to have you out from me! At the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal! SEE?! What the fuck did i just say? I know my pretty boy’ (here he got distracted by Brian the cat for a few paragraphs) ‘and dude, I can’t forget my favorite song Stick Season. Listen to that shit and tell me you can’t see Bri Bri in that chorus? Or like when he hired that dude to cosplay as Justin? It’s in there, go listen, work isn’t that important I can hear you on the phone with mom.’ (This is where he then went on a big rant because he got upset when he realized the songs he suggested are kinda sad aka broken up Britin) ‘Yo no, this is fucked up. Okay, i got it. But I have no ideas how it would be so just imagine parts of the episodes where they’re all over each other happy to this song’ (he linked Bad for business by Sabrina Carpenter) ‘(his friends name) sent this to me and told me it reminded him of me and Bri Bri. Do you think he was fucking with me or not?’ (He got distracted here by his love for brian).

He did also say he wants something to Now that we dont talk and to Is it over now by Taylor Swift. But he couldn’t decide what.

So this is just a tiny part of the email he sent to me. The only other part in the email I actually laughed at was that he just wrote: ‘give me Brian Kinney being hot to these songs and fuck you, I know what I’m talking about, you can’t see the vision cause you don’t find dudes hot.’ (Said by him, a straight man…according to him) songs that he listed: ‘Heartless and Party Monster both by The Weeknd and (i wish this was a joke but i asked and he was serious) Hands up by Ayesha Erotica. Also that one song that mom is obsessed with but it would be just Bri Bri all cute and happy with Blondie.’ (I had to ask my mom and it was Love me like you by little mix)

Anyway, the man has officially lost his fucking mind. This was literally just an email containing song and that was it. He did reveal that it took him 20-30 minutes to write it, which usually would take him like 10-15 minutes but the cast is showing to be a real pain in the ass for him so that’s kind of funny to me personally. Anyway, I just wanted to share whatever the fuck this was because I obviously forwarded it to my cousins and some other people and we are all 1) impressed a little ngl cause he’s onto something at some parts 2) a bit worried and 3)finding all this very funny

Oh and in case you were wondering how he’s doing with qaf? He went back to watch 3x08-3x14….he has watched it each day of the week so far…

HE SENT YOU AN EMAIL FROM THE OTHER ROOM.

But okay fandom, we have our orders. We can repay Brother Anon for all the entertainment he has provided us with some fan creations for after our Dear Sweet Anon does the great reveal.

The Winner Takes it all by ABBA for S3 during the break up with the scene where Justin returns the bracelet

All My Love by Noah Kahan

Bad for business by Sabrina Carpenter

Stick Season by Noah Kahan also the break up with the hiring the Justin lookalike escort.

Now that we dont talk and to Is it over now by Taylor Swift

Heartless and Party Monster both by The Weeknd

Hands up by Ayesha Erotica

Love me like you by little mix

Okay fandom we have our marching orders and they are:

‘give me Brian Kinney being hot to these songs and fuck you, I know what I’m talking about, you can’t see the vision cause you don’t find dudes hot.’ (Said by him, a straight man…according to him)

(from one lesbian to another, anon, I am DYING over this)

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[bitterren]

Even though Phil says he's not that good at roleplaying I will actually disagree, heavily.

For starters what he described as "just a few pointers and the goal for the conversation" is literally the definition of improv: you have a goal, you have the situation, now go. And I think the full heavy scripted lore is kind of affecting the expectation, for lack of a better word, of what it should be. So in reality? Phil is doing it perfectly, the same way it was done, well, in the good old days.

The other thing I wanted to mention is about the way he roleplays? Legitimately, after being in the fandom for a while, Phil is for sure on my list of favourites, especially with how he deals with conversations and people. Every one on one conversation he has, either it's planned to happen, or happens naturally its always so so fucking good. It's raw and it's natural and it's both calming and nice and comforting but sad and real and heavy and emotional at the same time. There is just this "way" he speaks when he does it as well, it's like this encompassing sense of inevitability of the world and problems coming to be but it's also this immense comfort in, weirdly, acceptance? of it all? (this just might be my personal feeling but if y'all have that similar "vibe" you slip into when listening to him have regular but heavier dialogues? I don't think I'm alone in this tbh)

The most prominent ones for me were: the small Ghostbur conversation, with their just discussing things, calmly, comfortably, Ghostbur playing it up more than it actually was with the raindrops, just to get Phil to react, it was all just so.. weird comfort in the regularity of it all, despite the weight of the events around them;

His small natural conversations with Ranboo, from just small interventions in each other's day to day and care for the small issues, to more emotional discussions of guilt over the death of Wil and just the more calm approach to heavier topics; then switching, naturally, to lighter goings about, jokes, random occurrences and just mundane tasks;

Then daunting, emotional talks like with Wilbur, right at the start (or, well, the end), and with Fundy today; it's heavy.. of course it is, and even though he sticks to his character's behavior and approach to these kind of things, he still cares, in his own way; but even then, I love how despite the severity of the discussion, the sudden jokes or more lighter comments seem so so natural, instead of out of nowhere, interrupting...

Another small thing I wanna mention is the laughter. Like, it should, technically, feel interruptive? and out of character or conversation? Phil even mentioned he does it often and feels like it doesn't suit what's actually happening, but it's really really not. I honestly love that, despite the situation, good, bad, heavy, mundane, sad, or anything, he still incorporates that small laughter into the conversations, even if unintentionally. That also tips us off to his feelings about all of it, since he's been alive for so so many years that he can let out a laugh despite how fucked the world around is, or how bad he feels or should feel about something. So essentially, like the majority of the best bits that got incorporated into actual story, it's unintentional and seemingly unfit, but works really well.

Tldr: for all of my Phil enjoyers out there, (that better be everybody lol) what he described as more "unprepared" and unscripted rp is literally what improv is: a situation/conversation and a goal you have to achieve during that. Perfect for a lot of the dialogue on the smp. The way Phil approaches the conversations and speaks as well gives me a very specific vibe of weird comfort and the acceptance of the inevitability of devastating things happening or like, keeping a semi calm demeanor in spite of the topic. ( might be a very specific me thing so if anyone else gets similar vibes from those small 1 on 1 convos let me know)

Even shorter Tldr: Phil said he's not great at lore, I disagree heavily. Phil very pog actually. Vibes complicated and might be only me specific but really good. Unintentional character traits turned impactful my beloved. Yeah.

#I made a similar smaller rant after the Ranboo conversation like a bit ago #but yeah #where my Phil enjoyers at #improved lore with a plot outline pog #this is such a rant but thoughts have yo go somewhere so #<3 #anyway #dream smp #philza #ranboo #ghostbur #fundy #but today was ouch #like #L'pain #oh boy #long boi rant but ye

[httpknjoon]

sick day | jjk

plot | After having a spontaneous water fight with your dog and boyfriend, you ended up sick. Jungkook takes care of you as you tried to keep your distance.

words | 2.8k+

genres | fluff, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

warnings | jungkook babying mc lol, mentions of colds symptoms

note | thank you to that anon who sent this request! if you have any requests/questions about this series, ask is open! enjoy reading!

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"You know, what this is just uh... un... unfair!"

You sneezed as you ended your statement. You sat on your bed, leaning your back on your headboard for support since you feel a bit of a headache. With your eyes all teary and nose runny, you reached for the tissue box that sat beside you on your mattress. You blew your nose with another sheet of tissue paper and threw it along with the others that were piling up in the trash can near you.

"So unfair!" you repeated, sounding like a kid who didn't get what they want. You continue with your ramble, "I mean, we both played with the water that day. I shoot you with my water guns and you threw these water bombs."

After taking another blow to a clean tissue paper, you cocked your head to your boyfriend. Jungkook stood on your room's doorframe. He leans on it while crossing his arms. He's been taking care of you ever since you realized you are sick, which was four days ago. Fortunately, the company let him work from home in the meantime. A sympathetic smile grew on his face as he listens to your repeating rants. You've been saying it every day.

"It's not that I want you to get sick. But why—"

"Why did you get sick?!" Jungkook ended your statement with a slight mocking. You pursed your lips and threw a glare at him. He chortles at your expression, "I know. I know, princess. I was wondering the same thing. But it already happened. Let's just get you some good rest and..."

He was about to take steps to you when you told him:

"Stop right there, mister. I told you for the fourth time already, you'll get sick if you come near me." 

"It's just common cold." he blurted out. He now stood just a few feet away from you.

"And it's contagious, babe. So, stay in that door." you immediately followed with a reply.

Jungkook tried to reason out again, "It's contagious in its first two days. But you are in your what? Like the fourth day now."

You shook your head side by side as you bore your tired eyes on him, "No, babe. I don't think that's how common colds work."

You sneezed again and your boyfriend visibly gave up, letting out a deep sigh before his shoulder slumped. He strode back to the doorframe. Bam, your dog, stood beside him while he wags his tail. Like he's been wanting to play with you. You also prohibited him from getting in any close distance from you since you read somewhere that dogs can get sick from their human too.

"You two should stop watching me here," you commented before reaching for your phone on your bedside table. You quickly took a snapshot of them. Too quick that Jungkook did not even get a chance to move. You noticed a notification that was sent to you an hour ago. "Jenny's dropping by later to visit and cook me her famous soup."

"What time did she say? I could take Bam for a walk while she's in here," he recommends as he kneeled down to Bam's level.

"Anytime now, I guess, since she sent this an hour ago. She'll probably just check on me and cook. Then, leave."

Jungkook nodded and got up again. He left your room while you laid down. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard Bam's excited breathings and Jungkook's chuckles outside your room. You thought that your dog is probably excited that he will go to the park again. Jungkook has been accompanying him for the last few days. There was a sudden knock on your wooden door.

"We'll be out for an hour. Text me if you need anything or when Jenny arrived, okay?" Jungkook uttered with softness in his tone.

You nodded and gave him an assuring smile, "You can leave the door unlocked. Jenny is already around the corner."

Jungkook eyes you with worry for a quick moment before he nods and left with Bam. When you heard the front door close, you slowly tried to stand up from your bed. Maybe more movements will help, you thought. But as soon as you land your feet on the ground, you were already losing your balance. Your head was spinning as you try to support your body by resting your hand on the wall. A part of your mattress deepened as you flopped your ass on it.

"How more long?!" you complained.

You obviously hate being sick. No one likes being sick. The last few days were awfully boring for you. You can't do anything since you were always sneezing or coughing, making your eyes always watery. You will also end up drowsy because of it. It took you only a day after your water fight with Jungkook to notice your condition. It only began with a couple of sneezes until it continued succeedingly. 

The first two days were rough. You had a mild fever and you can't get up from your bed. Jungkook immediately drove to your house when he called you on your first day to check on you over a phone call and you answered hoarsely. You thought he would just stay for a night that time. But later, he told you he asked to work from home.

"You don't have to do that," you remembered telling him. 

"It's fine. I am still going to do my job, just at home. Plus, I'm partially at fault on why you're sick right now, princess." 

That was his simple answer. Even though you assured him that you can handle yourself, he pushed that he will go back to work once you got better. 

"I'm here!"

At the same time that you heard the front door open, Jenny's voice trailed its way to your open bedroom. With a packed tote bag on her shoulder, she stood on your doorframe just like your boyfriend did minutes ago. Jenny has been with you for so long that she knows that you're strict with precautions when you're sick.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked instantly with a glint of concern in her eyes. "You looked much better than our video calls."

She's been looking out for you since you updated her with your sick status. She promised to visit and cook for you in her free time since she assumed that you were home alone, not knowing you have a boyfriend checking on you every five minutes.

"Yeah, fever's gone. But, a little headache is going on right now." you shared, holding your pulsing head.

She sighed, "Have you eaten anything for today?"

"I had oatmeal," you answered. It's your top comfort food in times like this. You always have a stock of it. 

"Of course you did." Jenny smiles. "I'll make you my own recipe of chicken soup. Just wait here, okay? I'll make it as quick as I can."

Your eyes sparkled from the mention of the soup. You've been craving it ever since you thought of it today.

"Where's Bam, by the way?" Jenny looked around for your dog.

"Oh... Uhm..." you paused, to think. "He's with Jungkook."

Your best friends' eyebrows furrowed, "Jungkook? He came here?"

"Ah, yes. He offered to take care of Bam while I'm sick." you stopped yourself from stuttering.

"Really? He's being unfair. I asked him to look out for my hamster once. Then, he declined. Now, he even offered to take care of Bam?!" Jenny rolled her eyes. "Bam also favored Jungkook every time. Like, why?"

Although there's an answer floating in your head, you simply laughed with Jenny's statements.

"Anyways, I'll cook. Just stay there."

She turns her back while you decided to just stay laying on your bed. The same pulsating feeling from your head bothers you so much that you had no choice but to let go of your phone. You breathed out while massaging your forehead. Closing your eyes in the process.

"Princess?"

Jungkook's soft calling of his endearment to you and gentle stroking of his hand on your hair woke you up. His face in front of you gets clearer as you opened your eyes gradually.  Still half-awake, you hummed in response.

"Let's have dinner?" he offered and you nodded lazily.

You still haven't processed anything as he helped you to sit. He placed a pillow behind you, for you to lean on against your wooden headboard. He fixed the blanket above your lap.

"I'll go get the soup," he whispered and you nodded while rubbing your eyes.

Jungkook left your room again. Finally, you realized that the pulsing in your is long gone. But, you still feel dizzy. Your boyfriend comes back with a bed tray. You softly beamed while you watch him walk closer to you, balancing the thermos, bowl, and glass of water.

"Here."

He placed the tray in front of you. He took the thermos first before you did. Smoke came out when Jungkook opened it. You can smell the familiar, savory from Jenny's chicken soup. It's like a blanket that wraps you in comfort.

"Let me do it," you spoke out. "I'm not a baby."

But, Jungkook silently shakes his head. He took a spoonful of the soup and blew it to lessen the hotness. He grinned as he carefully brings the spoon in front of your lips.

"Here comes the airplane!" he teased. "Say, ah!"

You pouted before opening your mouth. There's no point in fighting with him anyways. You closed your eyes as the warm, delicious liquid rolled from your tongue down to your throat. 

"I was worried, you did not message me if Jenny came or not. But, when we came home, the kitchen's clean. She just left a thermos and a note on your counter." Jungkook told you while taking another scoop.

"Where's the note?" you asked and he handed you a piece of brown paper.

Here's the soup! I didn't bother waking you up since you seemed relaxed while sleeping. I don't want to ruin that! So here. Enjoy the soup! I was supposed to wait for you. But something came up in the restaurant. Sorry :)) Let me know if you loved my soup ( I know you did :P ) Get well soon. Love you! <3  -Jenny :)

After reading it, you took a picture of the soup and sent it to your best friend. You also added a message of gratitude and a bunch of lovely emojis. Jungkook continued feeding you. When you wondered where is Bam, he told you that he was resting in his own corner.

"Do you want me to prepare you a bath?" he questioned when he noticed that the bowl is almost empty.

"Yes, please." You replied before taking a big slurp to the remaining soup.

Jungkook got up and walked to your bathroom. You heard the water filling up your tub as its noise echoed.  You drank your glass of water while your boyfriend stayed busy, getting you a clean set of clothes and freshly from the laundry towel. Minutes late, he comes back in front of you.

"Are you done?"

You nodded and he helped you with getting up from your bed. He moved the tray aside. You still have trouble balancing yourself. But, Jungkook offered his arm as you two took steps to the bathroom. 

"I don't want to get my hair wet. Can you get me my scrunchie, babe?" you asked him.

You took the time alone to get off your clothes. Slowly, you dipped your foot in your tub that was filled with bubbles, testing if the temperature's perfect. You exhaled in relief as you take your time getting in. You felt your body soothing as the warm bubble bath covers everything below your neck. Jungkook later entered with your purple scrunchie clawing his hand. He closed the lid of your toilet and sat on it.

"Come here, princess."

Still in the tub, you moved closer in his direction. Silence took over your bathroom, only the soft splash of the water can be heard. His fingers lightly collect strands of your hair. He tried to keep it all together while you played with the bubbles. Like a kid, you enveloped them in your arms and popped a few. It took minutes before Jungkook tied your hair in the best bun he can. He leaned back to see if he did well. Although some strands still fall on the back of your neck, he smiled at his attempt.

On the other hand, you sensed when his touch was no longer on your hair. His attempt at a hair bun was actually great. It's not too tight or loose. It was his first time doing it in your two years together. So, whatever the result you'll probably find it fantastic. You were still playing with the bubbles when you felt his lips on the back of your neck, sending shivers all over your body. You nibbled on your lower lip. Head tilting back, he continued peppering kisses up to the crook of your neck and shoulder. When he stopped, you moved back to your original place. You tilted your head on him and there he was, scrunching his nose as he smiled playfully.

"I told you, you should keep your distance. I don't want you to get sick." you expressed once again.

"And I want to be with you," he replied. "And I'm still keeping my distance, princess. Normally, I would join you in your bubble bath."

You pursed your lips as you nodded in agreement, "Well, do you want to join?"

"I am sorry. But, I need to decline the offer." he shook his head while you laughed. "If I join you now, we'll be staying in there for a very, very long time. You cannot stay there longer, you'll get sick more."

"How much time do I still have?"

"You can stay for five more minutes." He replied before getting up again. "I'm gonna fix something first. Then, I'll come back with your towel."

You only mouthed a small okay as you leaned back on your bathroom wall. You rested both your body and mind in the bubbling waters. You almost had a nap when Jungkook came back with towels. He handed you a towel and left to give you more time alone. As you walked in your bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, you noticed that you felt much better with the dizziness gone. After you brushed your teeth, you noticed your clean set of clothes was also there. So, you quietly wore those silk pajamas. 

A couple of minutes later, you walked out of the bathroom with better balance. You spotted your boyfriend plopping your pillows. Their cases were changed along with your sheets. Your heart swells while watching him quietly in the corner of your room. When he realized you were there, he smiles.

"Let's sleep?"

You smiled back and walked to your side of the bed. Again, he helped you with your pillows and tucked you under the covers. You waited for him when he walked out and later came back wearing new clothes. You did not say anything when he laid beside you. You scooted closer on his laid out arm.

"It's better when we can physically touch each other, isn't it?" he whispered.

"Always," you replied. "But, you'll get sick too."

"No, I'm not. I'm strong." he flexed his other arm and puffed his chest.

You laughed while slapping it. He laughed too with his own actions. When it died down, you looked up at him and dart your eyes straight to his doe ones.

"Thank you for taking care of me. And Bam. And for everything." you voiced out.

He just smiled and turned to enveloped you nearer to him. You moved closer, burying your face in his neck. While he rested his arm on your waist like he usually does. He was about to close his eyes when he heard you mumble something,

"Don't get sick or else."

He chuckles, "I won't."

It's been four days since you got better. Just a day after that night. You are back with your usual routine. Like walking Bam to the park and doing your job. Currently, you are in Jenny's house since she invited everyone to try some new dishes she's working on. Everyone came except your boyfriend, who told you that he can't come since he needs to catch up with work. 

You were just helping with washing the plates used in the dinner when you're phone rang. It's Jungkook. You decided to take the call outside.

"Hey, babe. How's work?" you greeted him. "You should have come here. Jenny made—"

A cough. You hear a cough from the other line which instantly made you pause. It’s not the normal kind. Like the one you do when you choke. It’s the one you had days ago.

"Did you just coughed? Are you sick?" you asked in a concerned tone.

There was a silence before Jungkook answered, "No, I'm not—"

"Your nose is literally clogged, you can't even talk properly." you cut him off. "Where are you? Please, tell me you're home."

"I am home. Since yesterday." he sighed while you gasped.

"What?! You've been sick since yesterday?!" you recalled and you did not even wait for him to answer. "I'm coming. Just let me drop by the pharmacy and I'll bring some food from Jenny."

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[abimess]

A homemade white Christmas

Taylor Sloane x Reader

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Summary: Taylor is the best thing that ever happened in your life and from the very first day you started dating you promised yourself you would do anything for her. That includes making it snow in Los Angeles.

Warnings: none

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 1.035

As someone who lives in a place that doesn't snow, I understand you, Taylor 💔 haha I just wanted someone to do for me what reader did for her... Anyway, enough ranting haha hope you enjoy the story!

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It's Thursday night and you and your girlfriend are snuggled up in the living room to binge-watch Christmas films. Well, at least that's what she said you guys would do an hour ago.

"And I thought we were going to watch a movie." You complain amusedly, watching Taylor take what must have been the hundredth picture of that night. The popcorn and juices, the blonde's muse, were probably cold and warm, respectively.

"You're very annoying," Taylor replies rolling her eyes. Not surprising you one bit at that point, she prepares to take another one.

"And you're very-" you start to retort, but your girlfriend's glare directed at you makes you change your mind, "within your rights to do whatever you want, my dear." You opt for the safer option.

"That's what I thought," Taylor says with a smile, pecking your lips briefly before turning her attention back to the photo and you chuckle, shaking your head.

"Baby, hold that pillow for me, please." She points and you huff heavily, but comply. "Like this." She instructs, positioning your hand so that the item is in the exact place she wants. Not long after, she takes the picture.

"There. Do you think that's good?" She asks unsurely, showing you her phone, but you honestly see no difference between this one and all the others. "I hope so, it's been forty minutes."

"You're too exaggerated." She rolls her eyes playfully, but when you show her your phone so she can see that, indeed, forty minutes have passed, she shrugs. "Photography takes time."

"Yeah, I noticed." You reply with a light chuckle, leaning back on the couch again.

Luckily, that photo was finally enough for Taylor, and it wasn't long before you two finally started watching the movies.

It is in moments like these that you are sure that genuine happiness exists. With the girl of your dreams snuggled into your side, your hand playing with the locks of her hair as hers lovingly caresses the side of your body, you feel genuine peace that you are sure nothing and no one will ever be able to offer.

"God, I've always wanted this," Taylor says softly against your chest, waking you from your thoughts, and you blink your way back to the present. "What?"

"A white Christmas." She replies, pointing to the snow on the movie, and you frown. "You never had one?"

"No." She answers, raising her eyes to you, and you get lost in their brightness for a moment as they reflect the light from the TV. "Have you?"

"I used to live in New York before I moved here, it snowed all the time." You answer and she nods in understanding, a shadow of sorrow on her face that makes your insides turn, so you hasten to add, "hey, we can take a trip somewhere with snow!"

"I can't, I have that event on Saturday morning. I'll lose the sponsorship if I don't go." She replies with a sad smile and you nod, remembering the party in question.

"Well, there'll always be other opportunities, am I right?" You add the next moment, offering her a reassuring smile to which she returns with a grateful one.

"Yes, there will be." She agrees sweetly, kissing your lips before snuggling into your chest once more.

You both turn your gazes to the TV then, but while Taylor's attention remains on the movie, yours is far away.

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There are no limits to the things you would do for Taylor. Whatever you could do to make her happy, you would do it without a second thought.

So, getting a fake snow-making machine was not the least bit out of reach for you.

It turns out that they are much harder to get working than you expected, and the process took almost your entire morning.

Luckily for you, Taylor was busy shooting some videos to advertise some make-up brand whose products arrived last night, so the blonde didn't even notice you were outside.

When everything is ready, the fake snow spread all over the yard, you smile proudly.

"Taylor! Get out here!" You call out, as you admire the result of your hard work around the backyard.

"What's up with you calling me by name?" The answer comes the next moment and you laugh to yourself. "Sorry, love of my life." You correct yourself amusedly, and smile when Taylor shouts from inside the house, "Better."

"Get out here!" You call out again, and when the blonde says she's working, you roll your eyes, about to go inside and get her yourself. "Come on out, woman!"

"Babe, what's so-" The question dies in Taylor's throat as she steps outside, her eyes scanning the surroundings as a stunned expression frames that beautiful face of hers.

"What's all this?" She asks softly, looking at you still in shock, and you smile excitedly. "Snow! Well, it's not exactly snow, because it would melt before I even finished setting up. It's fake snow, but it's pretty similar to real snow."

"You made all this for me?" She asks, her eyes glistening with tears as she looks around again. You smile fondly, feeling your heart warm inside your chest.

"Of course!" You reply, your hands positioning themselves lovingly on her waist, hugging her from behind, and Taylor hugs your arms in front of her, her eyes locked on the yard.

"You said you wanted a white Christmas." You say against her ear, resting your chin on her shoulder as you relish in her reaction, fulfilled. "Here it is."

"You are not real." She says spinning on her heels, a watery giggle escaping her lips as she wraps her arms around your neck, and you smile.

"I love you." She says softly, making the butterflies in your stomach fly rampant. "I love you too." You whisper before closing the distance between you, connecting your lips to hers.

And as the two of you kiss, Taylor feels on cloud nine, knowing that she can count on you to always make her days better.

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the way we heal | jj maybank

- pairings: jj maybank x reader

- summary: people deal with trauma in different ways but it seems that jj thinks you don't care about the loss of your friends and deep down himself but he just needs to understand that people heal in their own time and through their own meanings, he just needed to be reassured of it. kinda pre season 2 ep 1 give ot take

- warning(s): really motherfucking angsty and swearing. mention of substance abuse

- wc: 2.2k :))))

a/n: all my fics the pogues and reader are the age 17/18 only because that's more comfortable for me to write. its been a long long time since i have wrote something so sorry for and spelling errors

People tend to deal with trauma differently. It could be resulting to crying you eyes out until you can’t breath and you can’t see through your tears clouding your eyes. Drinking until your liver wants to shut down and you whole body is so numb that yourself and everyone around you is so tuned out that you can’t function. Resulting to drugs to either feel something or not to feel anything at all. Or to have something to blame your actions on from yourself acting out simply because you don’t know how to handle the situation of a friend dying.

See you on the other hand dealt with it internally or the whim and feeling of not accepting death. Maybe it was your subconscious talking wanting you not to accept or maybe it was the gut feeling that you always got telling you that they were actually alive and have survived that storm that ‘supposedly’ had swept them away because “no body was found”.

This ‘gut feeling’ had always been right in many life or death situations. Or even just you picking out an outfit that you were unsure of whether it was going to get the boys attention that you had a crush on. It did indeed get his attention that night because that’s how you ended up loosing your virginity that night but that’s besides the point.

The best way you could describe it was like when people would do personality tests and it would ask “are you controlled by your heart or what you feel” probably not those exact words but you get the point. I felt with my feelings if my gut said yes then it was a yes.

Since the night that John B and Sarah had ‘died’ your gut had been telling you the opposite. That they were in fact not dead. As Big John use to say when you were a kid, you can never kill a Routledge. At the time it seemed like bullshit but now it was starting to grow on you.

However now your two friends were presumed dead and not everyone dealt with trauma like you did. Some would even go as far to say that you didn’t actually give a fuck that your friends were dead because you hadn’t cried or you hadn’t drunk yourself into a state of no return or resulted to smoking weed every single day and spray painted ‘murder’ on Ward Cameron’s estate. But at least Kiara wasn’t lying.

But the thing was you hadn’t cried because you couldn’t, you quite literally hated crying because it made you feel weak. Even if you tried and you tried your hardest but nothing came. At this point you could go as far as denial. This gut feeling was like getting hit by a semi truck every time a thought came into your head questioning maybe they were dead. Maybe they did get swept away at sea and never to return.

Your gut feeling was simply not letting you mourn the loss of John B and Sarah and now everyone thought you were an emotionless bitch. I mean they were right to a point but not the whole point.

So that brought you to current day driving around the Cut and night playing fucking real life Where’s Wally but its Where’s JJ Maybank because he’s blacked out drunk somewhere and now you’re on a rescue mission. Not like you had done enough of those in the last few weeks.

About an hour ago your phone rang and it was JJ asking you to come pick him up since somehow he had now idea where he had ended up and was too far gone to put together his surroundings. Well that’s what you had assumed he said since you had to decipher his slurred words.

At this point you had driven around the whole island and gone to every hid out spot that he would go smoke at or to just get away from everyday life. You had gone to all but one place. Where you avoiding that particular house because it held so many memories, plus the fact you hadn’t been near the place since shit hit rock bottom. Yes? But it was the highest chance that JJ was sitting on that dock with his legs swinging over it with a beer in hand.

Well you were right. As you walked down the old dock to where JJ was sitting it was if you could feel all the emotions, thoughts and disbelief crawling their way up your skin from the ground you were walking on. But that gut feeling was like a wave of fire, burning it all the way back to the ground.

“I don’t know why I just didn’t look here first. I should have known aye” you half heartedly said trying to keep the conversation light since you didn’t know what state JJ was going to be in. From the huff you got in response told you he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“How much have you had J?” You asked with concern but still trying to keep you voice light and less reprimanding because you knew he was in a too fragile state for you to be angry.

“Does it even matter how much Iv had. I don’t feel shit anymore” he replied back with his words straight forward and sobered.

“Well have you even given yourself a break for your body to sober up for you to even feel the effects of it? Or have you still been going since yesterday when I saw you? J its not going to do shit if you don’t give it a rest for at least a day or so” you said back trying you best to keep you and your voice as calm as possible. You fucking hated seeing JJ like this, you would never say it to his face but fuck it just reminded you of his dad when he got into states like this. Until the last week you had never seen JJ this bad. But could you blame him.

“You just don’t get it do you” JJ was now facing you and by the tone of his voice you had unintentionally struck a nerve that you were actively avoiding. “Why did you even fucking come if you’re just going to tell me how I should cope. Do you even care that JB has gone? He was our best fucking friend. He was my fucking brother my only family! And he’s fucking gone just like his old man. You haven’t even shed a tear y/n. You’re just acting like nothing had happened. Do you even care!” JJ was now on his feet breathing heavily and his jaw so clenched you’re surprised his teeth haven’t broken

“J, please do not yell at me right now” you asked with your voice shaking trying to hold back something that was bubbling at the surface. Was it anger or was it the water works that desperately needed to be let out.

JJ started to walk back up the dock, showing that he was done with this conversation that he could have avoided if he didn’t ask you in the first place to come pick him up. Deep down he knew that you would be the only one to come and get him, he just wasn’t as good at showing his gratefulness due to the alcohol that was numbing him.

“JJ just wait please, please don’t walk away” You stood back up and starting walking after him quick on the backs of his feet. He halted his tracks and turned around to look at you with a pained look in his face, as you got up close you could see his eyes stained red. Either from crying or the linger of weed still in his system.

“What could you possibly want to say y/n. I really thought you would be the last person not to care about this” JJ was now right up in your face and his voice was holding back trying his best not to yell. But that last sentence had taken you back.

“You think I don’t care JJ!” now you starting yelling “of course I give a shit JJ our friends are gone, they are not fucking here. I know it might not seem that I don’t care. But just because I’m not crying my eyes out every hour or drinking myself into a state where I don’t now where the fuck I am or getting high that I spray paint on any wall I see” your breath was now battling to come to the surface because you were talking so fast.

“Just because Im not doing any of those things doesn’t mean I don’t care JJ! People deal with this shit differently and you need to understand that” you breathed out trying to grasp for air again “the thing is JJ I have this annoying gut feeling thats telling me that John B and Sarah are not dead, and its literally preventing me to mourn them. I have convinced myself that they are alive and I can’t fucking mourn non dead people J. I don’t know how to fucking explain it”

“Well why didn’t you just tell us that” he replied after bit letting your whole rant sink into his brain, weaving its way through the alcohol that was clouding it.

“Because JJ! Even saying that out loud I sound fucking crazy, like I’m in a deep pit of denial. The thing is I’m far from denial. Yes I know there is a massive fucking fat chance that they are dead and have been food for the sharks” you exclaimed

“Don’t make it worse y/n” JJ shook his head not very happy with your choice of words

“Okay yeah sorry bad wording. Im sorry” you lowered your head in sorrow wanting to slap yourself in the face for trying to make jokes out of trauma.

“So its not that I don’t care J, trust me I do care. But John B and Sarah are not physically here with us and I cant physically care for them right now. But when we see them can do that”

“Y/n -“ JJ tried to get a word in but you hadn’t finished

“Don’t JJ. We will see them again” you put an emphasis on ‘will’ “I trust my gut and even you know that when I get a gut feeling that it’s always been right. Correct?”

“Yes but -“ he tried to get another word in but you needed him to listen.

“JJ I care about you. I care about Kiara and Pope. You guys are physically here for me to care for. The thing is I haven’t spoken to Kie since she’s with Pope half the time and I have spoken to Pope since he’s with Kid half the time and you? I can’t speak to you because your too far gone in beers to for me to even get a coherent conversation in” This was such an over due conversation to be had, you were now on the verge of hyperventilating. You needed JJ to hear this. Fully sober would have been better but half sober is the best you’re gonna get.

“JJ I understand if that’s how you’re going to deal with all of this but you can’t throw yourself completely away. We need you. I need you JJ. I can’t have you going off the deep end and then we loose you too. You need to be here for when we get John B back. He will need you for when he’s back”. The water works that you had been holding back had finally been released and trust it to be in front of JJ. He was your fucking rock, you couldn’t loose him. No way that would be your last day on earth if that were to happen.

“I-. Im sorry. I’m just so fucking lost y/n. I don’t know what the fuck to do. You’re always at work and Kie and Pope are god knows where. I just want this to go away so fucking bad. All this pain, I feel like I have no one” JJ was now crying to and gripping your waist as is you could float away into the air

“I know JJ, but you have us you have always had us. But you have to be so stubborn sometimes that you won’t let us in and help, you won’t let me in a help you” you had JJ’s face in your hands making him look at you so he knew you meant every single word. “I’m so sorry if you didn’t think I cared and I wasn’t there to help you, I just deal with this shit in a different way. Just like every single other person. We all heal differently and that’s okay. It dosent mean we care less. It doesn’t mean I care less”

Now there you and JJ stand on the dock leading off the chateau both in each others embrace purging the pain that’s both been locked up inside you for so long. The past you and JJ had people really didn’t tend to understand but neither did you. But you would always find your way back to each other at the end of the day. Despite the fights you had in the past and the days you would be at each others throats screaming at each other to the days you would be secretly stealing a glance at him because you just couldn’t help yourself.

You would always be there to help him take the pain away and he was always be there to do the same for you.

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