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villainessprefect · 1 year

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title: Choice

summary: You don't know where you are or how you got here or what is going on. All you know is that you have a choice. Pick a hand and take it.

ship: Idia x gn!reader

word count: 1,449

note: a take on the whole ‘choose a character’ from the intro of the game!

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Everything is dark. Cold. Your body feels strange. Weightless yet grounded.

You hear a voice but can't make out anything they're saying. Surely, they're speaking to you. It's the only conclusion you can come to. You wish to hear them, to understand what they're saying. And that wish is granted with their final words.

"If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

After those words are uttered, the darkness enveloping you releases its hold. While the world may still be hidden in the shadows, the dim light shines upon you.

Here, you find yourself in a room. In the center, a large mirror floats midair, hovering over a small fountain overflowing with green liquid. The glass is pitch black, reflecting nothing. There's a foreboding feeling in the air, making it hard to breathe. Such power comes from that single object. It's daunting. Inviting. Like a forbidden temptation it draws you in even though you shouldn't give into its bewitching calls.

You gulp. Fear strikes through your core and keeps you in place. But another force is at play.

Something- or someone- from the darkness nudges you forward. You stumble but don't fall. When you turn to see who could have done this, there's nothing behind you. Just pure darkness. You hold your hands to your chest and consider calling out to the stranger. Your gut says to hold your tongue and you listen to it.

You return your attention to the mirror. Another breath is taken.

What's happening? Why are you here? Where are you? Who was that person? How did you get here? Why do you need to obey their command? And what is so important about this mirror?

Thousands of questions swirl through your mind. No answer comes forth and you don't expect any given your current situation. Perhaps, if you do as you're told you may find some.

Only one way to find out.

You shake off your nerves as best as you can. With another breath, you stand tall. Don't show your fear, you tell yourself. Slow steps are taken toward the mirror.

When you stand before it, there is no reflection as one would expect. Eternal darkness welcomes you, but only for a moment. With a loud 'whoosh' green flames erupt from behind the glass. Startled, you step back. You can feel the warmth of the fire from beyond. But the flames will never reach you; the glass protects you.

Soon, the flames begin to dull. They fizzle out yet remain at the rims of the mirror. An image of a person begins to form. It's unclear, hazy, shrouded in smoke, and you can barely make out a silhouette. But what you can see clear as day, is the hand that is held out towards you.

A slender hand extends to yours. It's concealed by a black glove with a red rose embroidered on the side. Despite being unable to see the hand underneath, you can feel that it's hiding something, like years of hard work and loneliness. If you take it, you have a feeling that it will never let go.

When you don't reach for it, another takes its place. This one is gloved as well, with white instead of black. It's held out like a gentleman waiting to take the hand of his love. It's more charming than the other, but something from the hidden figure stops you from making a move. A dark, thick tentacle sways. It prevents you from reaching out to the hand. And you feel bad for not doing so.

The next hand offered to you is one of beauty. If you have to describe it in one word, it would be perfect. The hand looks smooth and you're certain that even the skin hidden underneath the black sleeve would be divine to the touch. Almost unreal. Someone such as yourself isn't worthy of taking such a pristine hand. So, you don't.

The mirror shifts through more hands, offering you more and more to take. It never grows impatient, always remaining on one hand for the same amount of time as the last.

None reach out to your heart aside from those first three. You hate to hesitate, but how are you supposed to take the hand of a stranger? One that you can't even see. You have to choose one or else you'll never leave.

You sigh, about to give up hope. Until the mirror offers you the next hand.

This one has long, slender fingers. A lanky hand that trembles as it reaches for yours. It's as if this person is doing all they can to keep their hand out for the allotted time. It even tries to curl into the black, geometric sleeve that reaches its wrist.

Why, out of all the hands, do you find this one the most enticing?

Perhaps because it seemed like you weren't alone with fear. The others held such confidence, and power. Meanwhile, this one gave away their true feelings. It didn't want to be here and neither did you. A kindred spirit.

It starts to recoil into the darkness.

"Wait!" You shout, your voice echoing throughout the room.

The quivering hand returns once more.

There's more to this one than the others, you think. It's different, special, calling out to you. You want to take this hand. Something inside of you yearns to. No words could properly explain your reasoning as to why.

Is this what it means to pick the one your heart desires?

As the hand lingers in place, the hazy smoke surrounding the person begins to clear. And you find yourself looking at a tall, slouched man. The first thing you notice is the long hair of blue flames. You think it's fake until you notice the way the ends flicker and sway just like the green at the edge of the mirror. His other hand is firmly grasping his arm as if to keep his extended one in place.

Your eyes meet with his. Radiant gold that shines despite the shadows cast over them. He can't keep his eyes on you for long, always trying to look elsewhere. He bites down on his lip and you catch a glimpse of his sharp teeth.

If you could look elsewhere, you would. You have a feeling your curious gaze is uncomfortable. But you want to know more about him.

"Idia Shroud."

The voice startles you, especially since it's your own. It's an unfamiliar name, one you've never heard yet felt so right to say.

Behind the glass, the boy physically flinches.

"That's...your name, right?"

He blinks and nods. His mouth trembles but nothing comes out. He shakes his head and fights against the unknown power keeping him in place. He's ready to disappear. Before you can let that happen, you quickly move to accept his hand.

Your fingers fly through the glass as if it were never there to begin with. Your body follows shortly after. You never let go of his hand, even as you make it through the other side of the mirror.

"Wh-Why...?" He speaks, voice strained and full of uncertainty. He squeezes your hand, looking for support and to confirm your choice. "Why did you choose someone like me?"

You look up at him and give him a reassuring smile. Despite not knowing why you're...happy to have chosen him. You want to tell him about your weird reasoning. How a part of you wanted to reassure him that things would be okay. Now that you were in front of him, he seemed more frightened of the predicament than you were! And you didn't even know what the hell was going on! You could almost laugh about it. He really didn't seem like a bad person either. A bit shy, perhaps, but that wasn't a bad thing.

You open your mouth to answer, but find your voice lost. Your eyes widen and a hand goes to your throat.

Why couldn't you speak?

Before you could process anything, a sudden wave of fatigue overcomes your body. It feels as if someone had just cast a sleeping spell on you. Keeping your eyes open and your mind awake is an impossible task. You feel your grip on his hand weakened.

You see panic take over his entire being. He sputters out another name in panic, calling for help.

"Idia..."

His name is the only thing that can escape from your lips. And it's the last thing you say before being consumed by darkness.

The next thing you hear is the rattling of a door and the distressed voice of someone wanting to find a uniform.

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Oopsy Daisey - Neville Longbottom x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Cielo is one of the most popular girls in Gryffindor's house, known for her beauty, kindness, and witty personality every boy is falling practically down on her feet juniors or seniors. They're willing to do anything just to be able to have a small conversation with her or go out on a date with her, but every guy has tried, and pretty much failed only being able to adore her from afar except for one. An insecure, shy, and clumsy plant-loving boy who's a year below her has had a crush on her since his 3rd year, not knowing how to get her attention to notice or like him back, he grew disappointed in himself every day for wasting time. One day a group of slightly older Gryffindor guys decided to help Neville caught your attention, but was it genuine help or are they trying to set him up to fail his chances with you?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Cielo (Female Reader)

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 6th of Hogwarts, during the Order of the Phoenix time (You're a Gryffindor student for this one and you're also a year above Neville). Anything that's bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.

Terms 📖:

Y/L/N: Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C : Your hair color

Warnings⚠️: Bullying but other than that it's pure fluff.

A/N: Why hello there sexy people, so first off this fanfic is actually a personalized gift for a fellow friend @milivanili99 a.k.a the lovely Cielo, she's incredibly amazing at making scrapbook collages and she happened to make me one for Valentine's day this year, which you can check out by clicking here. I love her so much she's amazing and just such an angelic human being so give her a follow if you can because trust me you won't regret it. Anyways I'm trying to make this readable for everyone as well but I will be using Cielo's name here as the Y/N female character and will be using the She/Her pronouns okay enjoy bye bye, I love you all. P.s. I'm so sorry if the ending isn't all that good, I was struggling to write the ending but I hope this is okay 😓

Word Count: 4,714

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"Hmm, do you reckon Honeydukes will be busy this Saturday? I've been wanting to try one of that new grape flavor sugar quills" Ginny wondered towards Luna and the seemingly distracted Neville staring off into the other side of the library no longer interested in his potions homework. "I'm not sure, but would I be able to come along with you? father happens to love sugar quills, and it wouldn't hurt to mail him some while he's writing the next issue of the Quibbler. I can't wait to hand more copies around" Luna smiled sweetly wearing her multicolored Spectrespecs giving her a look of a demented yet adorable owl. Ginny giggled at the sight of Luna moving her head around swiftly, trying to find those invisible Wrackspurt creatures that float through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, "Well of course Luna, you can totally come along. I wanted to go with both of you actually so how about we meet at around noon tomorrow? by the fountain in the clocktower courtyard? Ginny proposed.

Luna gave her an enthusiastic double thumbs up but Neville seems to be in his little world, leading Ginny to call out after him. "How about you Nev? are you down to come this Saturday?" Nothing, he can't even master a small nod, Ginny is pretty dang on sure that Neville didn't hear anything she said nor ask him, so she tried again. "Hello, Neville… would you like to go to Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" she asks raising her voice slightly but no, nothing once more, Ginny grew concerned, and turned to look at Luna who was all caught up with what's happening so she tried tapping him on the shoulder gently. "Huh? I'm sorry what was that?" Neville migrates back to reality shaking his head in an attempt to focus, confused about what he's been missing, without answering his questions Ginny and Luna move their heads away from Neville to spot a certain person he's been staring at across the room for the past 10 minutes.

And there sat Cielo studying alone, she's a popular and extremely pretty girl in her 6th year, she was sorted into Gryffindor in her first year and instantly became best friends with one of the Gryffindor chasers Katie Bell. She's known to be a kind and immensely brave witch, she was one of the biggest supporters of Hermione's S.P.E.W cause as she believed the same thing Hermione did, that all Elves should be freed and instead receive wages, pensions, sick leave, and other benefits that a normal worker earns. She helped Hermione in any way she can like handing out badges and standing up to those who even dares to try and criticize Hermione for her beliefs, earning herself respect not just from Hermione but from Harry and Ron as well, who both made it quite obvious that they fancied her. She was also selected as a perfect in her 5th year which double the number of boys getting themselves into trouble just to talk to her, Fred and George seem to have it bad for her compared to the others, pulling stupid pranks and stunts knowing that she'd lecture them about it so they can spend about 45 minutes just staring at her pretty face, Y/H/C and soft looking hair matching her glimmering Y/E/C eyes get all worked up about how childish their actions were.

But boys aside she truly was a great young witch, she was pretty, brave, and kind, a triple threat of some sort to all the other Gryffindor girls and even those outside the red and gold house. Ginny and Luna smiled simultaneously at Cielo's sight and return their attention to the now beetroot-faced Neville looking down at his advanced potion-making book shyly. Ginny and Luna shared a quiet giggle knowing how bad Neville's crush on her has gotten over the years as it all started in his 3rd year. "Well then…" Ginny cleared her throat trying her best not to sound amused, "Nev would you like to go Honeydukes with me and Luna this Saturday?" The red-headed girl repeats for the last time, with Luna giving the shy Gryffindor some gentle rubs on his left shoulder, he masters up a small nod this time unable to face his two best friends, embarrassed that after all these years he can't seem to just talk to her like all the boys had, he needs to at least try but his shyness and insecurities seem to be holding him, hostage, preventing him to do what he wants to do. Luna being the smart and wise Ravenclaw she is lets out a small gasp over an idea, "W-what is it Luna?" Neville asks finally being able to lift his head to look at her concernedly.

Luna turned her head towards a confused-looking Ginny and Neville before filling them in on the idea. "Neville you've liked Cielo for almost 3 years now, I think you need to step it up and stop beating around the bush before some other guy actually got a chance and goes out with her" Luna states determination coating her tone, Ginny and Neville looked each other for a second before returning their attention to the blonde girl, "An idea popped into my head about 2 minutes ago, why don't you just send her a letter confessing your feelings for her since you're so awfully shy, and maybe send her some flowers, surely you know everything about her at this point right?" Luna asks bluntly which left Neville red once more. Ginny smiled at Luna's bright idea "That's a great idea, Luna, I mean it'll be nice to let her breathe while also getting Neville's feelings across, just look at her over there, I heard her study period are the only times she can be alone without boys up her arse or girls giving her dirty looks and spreading ugly gossips about her because they're jealous" Ginny mentioned giving a sympathetic look towards the busy looking Cielo.

Neville couldn't speak at this point, a perk of having two girls as his best friends is that he understood a lot about girls but a disadvantage of this is that he can't seem to disagree with them, they always win in the end so he opts to stay quiet and maybe this plan would work in his favor. "Great that settles it then we can plan something more tomorrow during our Hogsmeade trip" Luna added giving both Ginny and Neville a supportive smile before raising her hand out to do their three-way handshake, Ginny joined her hands in, soon both girls waited for the emerald-eyed boy to join them, "You in Neville?" Ginny asked in a reassuring tone before he reluctantly joined in, ending the adorable and long handshake between the two girls with a group hug. Days passed after the plan-filled Hogsmeade trip between the silver trio, Neville had a great time then, he never actually chipped in on anything as it was mostly the girls coming up with ideas on how Neville could catch Cielo's attention and what to possibly get for the plan.

Neville sat himself down on an empty section of the Gryffindor table inside the great hall during breakfast this morning, with a well-written love letter for Cielo ready, placed inside the pocket of his robe, and a small bouquet of roses in hand, he quietly waited for Cielo to turn up this morning so he can finally get it over and done with. Nervousness starts to swallow him whole, his palm was sweaty and his heart is beating out of his chest but he tries to soothe all these things away, by remembering what Luna and Ginny had instructed him to do during that helpful and fun Hogsmeade trip. "Okay so I think the best move for you Nev, is to write her a letter like we planned, just a short and sweet letter confessing your feelings for her, why you liked her, and if she's willing to go to Hogsmeade with you that following weekend when you give her that letter" Ginny suggested enjoying her grape flavor sugar quills while walking back to the castle, linking her right arm into Neville's left arm while Luna links her left arm to Neville's right arm.

Luna nodded along with Ginny's suggestions and manage to add "Oh and if you have time before giving her the ready-made letter, you should pick up a bouquet, even if she didn't reciprocate her feeling back to you, she'll appreciate your sweet gesture and I'm sure she's more then willing to be your friend after" Luna almost comforted Neville to ease him that if she didn't like him back as a worst-case scenario, she's still a kind person and she's sure that Cielo will never put Neville in a spot where she embarrassed him or unnecessarily tell others about her rejecting the poor ole Neville. The herbology-loving boy, couldn't look at either girl as he merely focuses on the ground making sure they were walking safely, but he did master a small nod to each of their brilliant ideas. Once the trio reached the clocktower courtyard, they sat on the antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles.

Ginny noticed a worried look swarming over Neville's face before she reached her hand onto his right shoulder, "Nev, you've got nothing to lose, trust me if she isn't the one for you there will be other people alright?" Neville placed his hand on top of hers and nodded as she was practically right, Luna joined in and says "You got this, we believed in you" she smile kindly which puts a smile on Neville and Ginny's faces, ending the Hogsmeade trip sweetly. Looking back at the memory has helped soothe his nervousness and fast heartbeats away for now, it soothes him enough in fact that now he's able to have an appetite for breakfast and ate about 2 slices of toast with butter and jam. Although it would probably be so helpful to have the girls here at this moment for a little encouragement, sadly both couldn't make it as Ginny got an early morning quidditch practice while Luna is busy sorting through piles of the next issue of the Quibbler so it's all ready to be hand out by lunchtime today, both girls were upset that they couldn't be there but they wished him all the luck which gave Neville some sort of a confidence boost.

Trying not to think so hard as he anxiously waits for Cielo's arrival, eating his toast, a couple of delinquents and arrogant Gryffindor boys from Cielo's year has sat themselves a couple of spots away, not far off from Neville, laughing loudly and obnoxiously while disgustingly eating their breakfast with no manners to be found. This particular group of year 6 boys has it bad for Cielo too, just like any other Gryffindor boys have, but above all else, they value bullying, embarrassing others, pulling stupid pranks, and picking on others because they think being an arsehole is a personality trait and girls find it attractive. Well spoiler alert they don't and that includes Cielo as she couldn't stand them, but it doesn't look like those boys would stop anytime soon as one of them starts talking, "I'm bored out of my mind, see anyone we can pick for fun before class starts?" one of the taller boys ask his 4 other friends, "Hmm I don't know, I don't suppose any of have you seen Longbottom have you?" the weird one asks around the others. They all look around the Gryffindor table until "Aha got him" the pudgy one mentioned, making all the other 4 boys look in his direction.

"There he is sitting all alone eating some toast…looks like looney Lovegood nor carrot top pretty Weasley won't be saving his arse today" the Athletic one mentioned with sinister lacing his voice, as the other nodded in agreement, "What do you say boys should we come and say hi to our fellow herbolodork of a friend, I see he's got a bouquet there with him… wonder who it's for" the vain one laughs mockingly as all the others did as well, in unison before finally getting up out of their seat and make their way over to the nervous wreck of a boy sitting alone. Neville had finally finished his breakfast, and as he tossed his dirty plates aside still waiting for Cielo, he looked desperately and impatiently over the grand entrance of the great hall, just hoping that everything is going according to plan but of course, things are about to go downhill. "Longbottom haven't seen you in a while mate" The athletic one greets him by putting a gentle hand on his left shoulder which forces Neville to look away from the entrance and face the familiar voice and laughs trailing behind him.

"U-Uhm what can I h-help you guys with?" Neville stammered scared for his well-being, the boys sat around him, some by his sides and some across from him. "Oh relax Longbottom we're not going to do anything to you, just wanted to have a chat" the pudgy one explained with slight wickedness in his voice, Neville was reluctant but he nodded trying to keep the letter hidden, but unfortunately he couldn't keep the bouquet of roses away as it was larger. "Oh, I see you got a bouquet of roses. are they for someone special? perhaps miss Y/L/N?" The vain one smiles at Neville, trying to hide his evil side, Neville shook his head but then "Hmm are you sure mate? you don't need to lie to us, it's fairly obvious, you stare at her for hours it feels like. I mean I don't blame you but still" the tall one added, Neville felt trapped, he couldn't breathe properly as he takes a quick scan of all the guys sitting around him while they show off their best most sincere smile, after a while he nodded, admitting to them that yes these are in fact for Cielo, soon all of them started sharing amused glances.

"Oh well, why don't we help you? I heard she loves pumpkin juice, maybe you can get up out of your chair once you see her come in, take the bouquet along with you and a goblet full of fresh pumpkin juice, then you can ask if she'd like to have breakfast with you this morning. then we can leave you be" the weird looking one suggested, the others nod in agreement and hyped the weird looking one with his brilliant idea. Neville paused and think to himself about this, he is right after all she loves pumpkin juice and what could honestly go wrong? so he did just that and filled up an empty goblet filled with pumpkin juice as the boys sit chattering quietly amongst themselves waiting for Cielo's arrival, and about 5 minutes later there she was, she couldn't have looked more beautiful as her hair was styled in a single braid with a red ribbon tied into a bow holding her hair together eyes glue down on a 'one thousand magical herbs and fungi' a Herbology textbook, she seems to be distracted, a perfect opportunity to mess up Neville chance don't you think.

One of the boys signals Neville that you've arrived and to be ready to get up out of his seat and walk towards you, "Good luck Longbottom she's going to love those roses, that's her favorite after all" one of the other boys mentioned. Neville nodded and steady himself before walking over to you, once he got close enough, 5 of those awful boys knew where this is about to go, soon one of them whip their wands out and pointed at Neville ready to go, meanwhile, Neville tried his best not to look so nervous and grip on the goblet full of pumpkin goodness tightly making sure he doesn't spill, and hold the bouquet close to him as he watched Cielo's beautiful yet highly focused face still glued down on that book not watching where she was going. As he got closer and closer he tried to greet her saying "H-hi…" before "Impedimenta" as one of the wicked boys who held his wand out, cast the tripping jinx onto Neville's foot, and as time will have it 'Thud' followed by 'Clank!' dropped loudly catching all the students inside the great hall's attention.

After what felt like a pause, laughter started to roar all over the place from every student inside the big room, including those 5 Gryffindor boys. They were having the time of their life watching Neville display a look of sheer horror on his face, looking up from the ground and realizing that he'd not only managed to fall straight on his face, and got the bouquet ruined since he dropped it, but he also managed to spill all the Pumpkin juice inside the Goblet all over Cielo's Gryffindor uniform. Cielo's mouth dropped as she watched her uniform soaked in the orange liquid, and watch as her book lay flat on the ground wet and stained. Cielo's still paused at the messy sight unsure of what to do as everyone else laugh at her and Neville's collision finding it hilarious. After some time Cielo takes a breath before composing herself saying "Whoopsie Daisy, are you alright there Neville?" Cielo asks in the best sympathetic tone she can master at the younger and now highly embarrassed Gryffindor boy.

Neville still displayed that look of sheer horror, only this time he apologized immediately and more times than he actually needs to, "Oh my I'm so sorry Cielo, I-I didn't m-mean t-to do that I-I just wanted to offer you, your favorite drink" he stammered, the stuttering has started to get worse, as slight panic and worried run through his tone as he apologizes to you immensely. Although he expected her to be extremely mad and upset over this incident all she did was smile it away sympathetically, and offer her hand to help him up. "Oh Neville it's alright don't worry about it here let me help you" she offers, a true angel she was, how can somebody be so patient and kind towards somebody who's put them in the most humiliating position ever? she's so kind she could easily pass as Hufflepuff student making Helga Hufflepuff proud.

Neville reluctantly takes your hand, and you pulled him up revealing the height difference between you and Neville, never noticing how short you are next to him. Neville's face was tomato red, he couldn't even look at you, embarrassed of what he has done, as all he can do now is say thank you for the help and apologized countless times repeatedly, in hopes that you don't resent him for this. "Watch where you going next time Longbottom," the tall one shouted as all the other boys laugh along with him. Cielo noticed the yelling and immediately frown before looking over at Neville who was visibly upset and guilty. "Neville let me ask you this, did those guys try and encourage you to walk with a goblet full of pumpkin juice?" Cielo ask in a stern yet questioning tone, it left Neville dumbfounded as he never heard you speak in such a tone, but all he did was looked at you and nodded, shamefaced.

You sigh, not at Neville but at that stupid group of year 6 boys who have finally calmed down and chatted amongst themselves the laughter has begun to die down as people start to get disinterested and class is about to start soon anyways, but after looking down at your messy uniform you finally said it, "Well then… class is pretty much in 5 minutes so I better go down to the lavatory and fix this" Cielo smiled at Neville who's fiddling with his fingers silently, still upset at what happened. She pick her wet book from the ground and kept her thankfully cleaned bag away from the mess by carrying it, and as she was about to say her farewell she noticed minor cuts and scrapes on Neville's forehead area and his left cheek, you'd completely forgotten that he'd managed to fall flat onto his face, and that must have hurt but all he can focus on was apologizing to you and making sure you're okay which you thought was the sweetest most cutest thing Neville has done for you, you knew you always liked Neville, ever since 5th year when you saw him walked around on the shallow parts of the black lake trying to find gillyweed for Harry's 2nd task in the Triwizard tournament or when you saw him all alone happily taking care of the plants inside the greenhouse dancing around to some music on the weekend's, just being himself, he was adorable you thought and he was certainly different from most boys, but you didn't know if he liked you back or not.

You smiled at the tall and herbology-loving boy before reaching to grab his left hand, his eyes shot up, and looked at you in surprise, only to find you smiling. Neville's face was redder than ever but his facial expression manage to soften at your smile, it's almost like you're smiling to ensure him that you're fine and that you forgive him. "Neville, you have some cuts and scrapes on your face do you mind if I fix it for you before class? I promise it won't take too long" you ask in the sweetest tone. Neville nodded face still bright red and a body stiff as a board over how nervous yet excited he was. "Alright then follow me" you instructed him as you lead him out of the great hall hand in hand not seen by anyone. Cielo took Neville into one of the not-so-frequently used girl's lavatories and sat him down on the floor as she takes off her cardigan only to reveal her white collared shirt and Gryffindor tie which also had a bit of orange liquid stained to them, Neville watched you carefully as you try and wipe off a much orange liquid that there is with some toilet paper before pulling out her wand and casting a spell that manage dot get all the orange stain out in minutes, making her uniform look nice and tidy again.

Although Neville can clearly see her uniform is all better now he still has this need to just apologized again one more time. "Cielo I'm so sorry I spilled that juice all over you, I swear I didn't mean to I just tripped out of nowhere" he explained still with guilt lacing around his tone. Cielo put her cardigan back on and tidied herself into a nearby mirror before taking a seat next to the upset-looking boy, "Neville, you've apologized about 10 times now, I think that's enough, isn't it? It's quite alright you know? thank merlin we're witches and wizards it should be an easy fix, and see it didn't stain or anything" Cielo smile sweetly and soon giggled adorably, he was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest if he dares to move a muscle, he couldn't quite comprehend how kind and attractive she was, everything he had seen or heard of her around the school was true, he was the best a girl can truly get, a goddess in his eyes. she takes a quick look at the minor cuts and scrapes before pulling out her wand and performs a nonverbal healing spell on to Neville's face and watched them disappear, after it did Cielo ran her thumb across his left cheek and forehead making sure that it all healed properly.

Her touched hitch Neville's breathe she was so close to his face that he can see just how soft her lips look, and how much he wanted to experience that softness with his lips, after making sure it was all good Cielo smiled again, and told Neville to look in the mirror nearby, he did just that and his eyes shot up like dear in headlights, it was gone, and there was no visible mark on his face, he smiled happily and turned to look at you. "Thank you, Cielo but how? Healing charms are such difficult spells to perform, you did it so perfectly" Neville compliment you with his cute and genuine smile, the stuttering flying out the window. His words left a visible pink hue on your cheeks as you couldn't make sudden eye contact with him, "Oh well thank you, Neville, my father's a healer you see, he works at St. Mongos hospital so he made sure to teach me some healing spells over the summer, and I've just learned a nonverbal one like this recently so I'm glad I got to show and perform it on someone" you explained smiling.

Neville was happier than ever chuckling after finding out how talented you are, until he looked over the ruined bouquet of roses that was sitting right next to Cielo's wet and sticky herbology textbook, by then he frowns. Cielo noticed the sudden silence that falls between them however and got up to check on Neville. "Are you alright Neville? is something bothering you?" you ask laying a gentle hand on his left shoulder, he nodded in disappointment and has a sudden bluntness to him, that he gave you an honest reason as to why he was upset. "Those roses are meant for you, I knew how much you loved roses. I had a solid plan, I wanted to ask you something and I thought it'd be nice too but of course, something bad has to happen and I had to be gullible enough to listen to those bullies and filled a whole goblet with pumpkin juice and walk over to you when I should've just waited for you to sit down for breakfast and offer you some." Neville hadn't realized but he's been ranting nonstop, he wasn't supposed to reveal all of that but there he goes.

Cielo paused as she studied Neville's defeated face before looking over at the not-so-badly ruined bouquet and picked up her wand and handed it over to herself, she smiled at it and thought about how precious Neville was getting this for her, Cielo might not know the reasons why he went out of his way to get her such beautiful flowers but she loved it, and without a second thought, she got on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on to Neville right cheek, leaving him love-struck. "Neville I love them they're beautiful thank you" Cielo appreciated with pink hues still apparent on her cheek, after the kiss Neville looked over with a joyful glow and smile on his face as you did and vice versa, neither of you had seen this and coming, but it sure graved this memory deep into both of your minds forever. "Well we should probably get going we've been here awhile and we don't want to miss any more class time than we already have" you suggested, you didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay with Neville but school was indeed important.

He nodded and as you were about to turn away and leave he calls out after you. "Cielo wait" you paused and looked back at Neville, "Yes?" you answered softly, "I have something for you" he mentioned rummaging through his robes to find an envelope, an envelope containing the letter he's written for her. Neville handed it over confidently and watched as the smile stays on your face, as you accept the envelope from his hand. "Promise me you'' read it when you have the chance and get back to me with your answer?" he asked in hesitation, you smile brightly at Neville, nodded, and kiss him on the cheek one last time, before saying "I will have a good class, Nev, I'll see you at lunch" Cielo farewelled rushing out to get to her class still so excited to read what's inside the letter leaving Neville Longbottom the happiest guy in the world.

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I left my panties at Malfoy manor.

When I woke up this morning, It was so hot that our skin felt fused together. With Draco being little spoon I was able to peel myself away from him without alarming him. I slowly made myself down the loft stairs to the bottom and search for my clothes in the darkness.

I decided to walk home before school so I can put on fresh clothes, so I got up before five. As I made myself down the driveway I notice that security had arrived. I prepare myself to make up an excuse but the gate opens without me saying anything.

Now, here I am on the side of the country road doing my very first walk of shame as the morning commuters swerve pass me. In my school girl outfit and my thirty kilo book bag. I'm starting to think I think of myself way higher than I should. This is a very humbling experience.

The sky is almost completely lit when I finally make it home. My mother has left but the mirrors are still fogged up in the bathroom so I'm assuming she has just left. She's always in a hurry to leave because she tries to get every second of sleep she can. I swipe my hand across the mirror clearing only enough to see myself for the first time since losing my virginity. I graze my hand over two purple marks Draco has left on my neck. They're faint, but still noticeable. I feel embarrassed. How am I suppose to explain this to my friends. I hop straight into the shower. Leaving my clothes and book bag by the hamper.

I get out only when the water starts to run cold. I head straight into my room trying not to look at my self in the mirror. After putting on a fresh uniform, I decide to put on some make up. Placing two red dots on the hickeys to make it look like a vampire bite and some dark eye make up.

I walk toward the science wing where the Botanist Club meets in the morning. I feel stupid with the amount of makeup I have on. Neville is the chairman and has been in it with Luna, his vice chairman, since first year.

I love walking in the science hall. It's covered in vines and colorful flowers. The floors also has the periodic table painted onto the floor by the art club from years ago.

When I look out the garden windows I see Neville leading the club back in from the green house. Luna sees me before I see her. They're both wearing their matching costumes. Neville has a pink flower on top of his head with a couple of white thorns made out of paper stuck to his school vest. Luna has a bunch of deep purple leaves stuck to her with a couple of whit flowers, along with the rest of the club that are dressed as flowers. Luna waves at me dreamily while walking towards me. After seeing Luna at Neville's party everything about her makes sense. Luna's not ditzy, she's a stoner. She's always high.

"Wow Maisie, you look fantastic!" Luna pulls me in for a hug. She smells like dirt, but not in a gross way, in the earthy way.

"So do you Luna! The whole plant squad looks adorable!" I say.

"Thank you! It was all Nev's idea of course!" Luna turns and waves at Neville and he waves back. The first bell rings and Luna and I head for class. "You're coming tonight, right? I hear Cormac was invited but Neville never got an answer." I nod. Oh god. I forgot about the whole Hermione and Cormac secret. I completely judge Hermione for hooking up with her peer and I had done the same exact thing.

"Hey, do you want to go to Blaise Zabini's Halloween party Saturday." I say as we turn down the History hall. It's not as decorated as the science wing but its covered in some historical documents and quotes. Nothing special.

"I was invited and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Plus, they probably wouldn't mind you being there especially Theo." Luna rolls her eyes.

" I heard they do coke at those parties or at least, that's what Fred and George said. Pansy Parkinson did a line of space dust and stripped naked in Goyle's fountain...at a Christmas party." Luna recalls."So yes, I want to go. Who invited you anyway? Draco Malfoy?" Luna says softly as if saying his name will summon him.

"Yeah he did. The tutoring thing has brought us back as friends I guess." I say.

"Oh yes! I remember you two being close in like primary or something. How weird..." Luna says as the second bell rings. Luna and I split as we head to our separate classrooms.

My first class of the day is history with Professor Moody. He's a crazy guy but I'd easily say one of my favorites. He's a great teacher and the perfect teacher to wake me up early in the morning with his loud voice.

I sit close to Moody's desk in the front. We usually talk at the end of class or have small debates. I pull my books and pencils out as the rest of the class floods in, Including Moody.

"Almost didn't recognize you there Maisie!" Moody Laughs. "That Vampire bite almost looks real" I look down and my ears start to feel hot. Moody turns to the board and starts to scribble something on the board. I'm lucky to be a good listener because Moody's hand writing is exactly that, scribbles. I don't want to blame it on his eye patched eye but I always thought that was why.

More students fill the room, including Theo Nott who has his lacrosse stick hanging half way out of his bag. Theo scans the room before meeting at me. He walks towards me and sits down. It's not really unlike him to sit next to someone like me, so he can cheat off us. I won't allow it! If he'll just ask me for help I'll at least think about it...

"Here." Theo holds his hand out like there's something in it. I look up at him and he shakes his head. I hold my hand out and he drops a white origami bird in my hand with 'open me' written on it. I start to open the paper ripping it occasionally.

MEET ME IN THE FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR .

d.m.

I look up at Theo and he shrugs. I stand up and walk up to Moody.

"I...uh...need to go talk to Head Mistress Afults." I say. The bell rings and the last late students walks in. Moody nods and I walk out the class to the forbidden hall way.

It's not as scary as you think it is. It's just an abandoned hall way with empty class rooms. We were told it was forbidden first year but mostly because no prefects are available to watch it. I go to this hallway all the time to tell the truth. When the art classes do their yearly paint of the tree in the courtyard I come in and sit in one of the classrooms for the week.

When I reach the corridor I see Draco at the very end. As I get closer Draco, his costume becomes more apparent as he turns to me. A vampire. His long cloak flows behind him as he paces across the hall, and as he turns to face me. I feel his eyes wander over me. Draco lifts his eyebrows and smile.

"Maisie Waters, skipping class... never saw that coming." Draco teases. Draco holds his hands out for me to grab. I look down at his long fingers stretched out towards me. They're decorated with silver snake rings with emerald eyes. I look up at Draco's gleaming eyes. He's smiling at me and I can't help but to smile back. I grab Draco's hand firmly and step closer to him. "You left so soon this morning."

" I tried not to disturb you." I say quietly.

"You didn't disturb me, that's the problem. I want to be able to walk you out next time." Draco says sternly. Next time? "And maybe next time I can help you find your panties." Draco reaches under his cape and pulls out my pink Monday knickers. I feel my face turn hot. I reach for them but Draco snatches them from my arms length. "Oh no Mai, they're mine now."

"Oh god, Dray." I mumble. Silence falls on Draco and I. "Draco why did you call me out of class..."

"Just wanted to make sure you're okay..." Draco trails off. "And to make sure we were on the same page about what this is...."

"This? You mean you want to keep it a secret." I hiss. Draco says nothing. I let go of his hand letting it swing to his side. "I wasn't going to tell anyone. You arsehole."

Draco crosses his arms in front of himself and looks at the ground. "I'm not trying to offend you Mai-"

"-Well you did." I say backing away from Draco. I throw my hands up and let them hit my sides as I walk away from Draco. What a dumbass, and I'm not even talking about Draco.

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DOCTOR WHO TOP 10 - 5th Doctor

And now for the fifth Doctor...

Oh, dammit! It's 2024 already... Can we just pretend that I managed to do all of these in 2023, like I originally intended?

10. The Tides of Time

A big epic at the start of the fifth Doctor's DWM run, Tides goes to some weird places and I really like it for that.

9. Omega

While I think it's safe to call it the weakest of the 40th anniversary villains trilogy, I still think it's bloody good and Nev Fountain isn't appreciated enough.

8. The Curse of the Scarab

As a nerd who's into film history, I really think Doctor Who should be doing stuff like this more often. I really love this one. It's the start of the Ground Zero Threshold arc. It's also probably my fave out of that arc.

7. Enlightenment

Doctor Who trilogy finales... aren't necessarily bad but they usually aren't the best. The Last of the Time Lords, Hell Bent, Castrovalva, The Giggle... I don't think any of these stories are bad and they all have their fans. I personally like most of the stories I just mentioned. But I'd wager finding Doctor Who fans that love them over both of the preceding parts of their respective trilogies would not be an easy task.

That's not the case with this one. Enlightenment is rich, lovely, vivid, well-written, and just overall really great. It's a crime that Barbara Clegg never wrote another Doctor Who story...

6. The Caves of Androzani

I think everyone knows that Caves is amazing. It's only at number six because I feel there are two TV stories with Five that manage to do something more interesting... And also there's some eu stuff that I need to shout out like the pretentious eu fan that I am...

5. The Elite

Sike! You thought there weren't other Barbara Clegg Doctor Who stories? Ha! Alright, it's not actually a Big Finish story by Barbara Clegg. It's written by John Dorney but adapted from an unmade TV script written by Clegg. Trust me - this one is a masterpiece.

4. The Moderator

After Dave Gibbons had left DWM, the comic strip was stuck in a rut imo. The stories just sort of waddle around... But not this one. No, the last fifth Doctor comics to be released during his era is an absolute blast. An outpouring of neat ideas, masterfully illustrated by Steve Dillon. I would be lying if I said that it's the most well-plotted thing ever... But I love this one to bits anyway.

3. Kinda

Gonna hand over the next two entries to people who are slightly more qualified...

"Kinda above all things. You give actual drama to actors and you see what they can do with Doctor Who. It's head and shoulders over most of the things around it. In the 1980s, fanzine writers spent a lot of time trying to decode it. But the whole point of drama is to get your mind working and to get you involved in the mystery and to do a bit of work. Kinda is functioning on the level of a Play for Today, which is so completely different to where Doctor Who was at the time."

-Paul Cornell, DWM 542, p. 31 (New Who writers on their favourite 1980s Doctor Who scripts)

2. Snakedance

"Snakedance manages to be even cleverer than Bailey's Kinda the year before. I was 12 years old when it was broadcast, and the brilliant ways it plays upon the 20th anniversary's nostalgia, upon the way the Doctor is perceived - and the shocks, and the wit - had a profound effect on me. I remember watching it over and over on my parents' new VCR machine, and deciding I wanted to be a writer."

-Robert Shearman, DWM 542, p. 31 (New Who writers on their favourite 1980s Doctor Who scripts)

1. Circular Time

Admittedly, I'm cheating a bit with this one. It's four stories in a trench coat. But they all deserve the top spot and I'll explain why.

Confession: I used to really dislike the fifth Doctor. While Peter Davison is brilliant, I always thought his Doctor was a bit... flavour-less? Beige? Not that interesting? Most of this top 10 is formed by eu stories, so you can already see that I'm also not a big fan of this era as a whole. Even the really popular ones like The Five Doctors or Earthshock don't do much for me. So yeah, I was a fifth Doctor hater.

Then I fell in love with the fifth Doctor because of Circular Time. Well, specifically because of 'Autumn', which made me reconsider basically everything about the fifth Doctor. But I don't think 'Autumn' would work as well if it wasn't a part the larger patchwork. 'Spring' gives us a peak at the rules of regeneration and Time Lord politics that feels unique and intriguing 17 years later. 'Summer' is a historical romp that deals with the inherent anachronicity of the Doctor. And 'Winter' reframes this incarnation's final destination in a way that's cold and dark, yet sweet and hopeful. Together, these stories radically shifted my perspective on the fifth Doctor. You owe it to yourself to give them a listen.

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Glimmer 12/? Billy Butcher fic!

NOTES! - Hello loves! I wanted to let you all know that the next 20 some chapters of this is written and was written before season 3 came out.

As I post and we keep going through season 3 let me know if you think I should stay with the show or just go AU! I want to write what you all like too :)

chapter: 12/?

He met her a little before sunset in Greenwich Village on 5th Avenue after an exhausting day of running errands and too-long meetings. Together they walked a few blocks, and she stopped at a cart to get a fruit smoothie with a 'fresh wheat-grass and ginger boost'. He rolled his eyes but he wouldn't let her pay and he looked at her just a little fondly when she moaned happily at her first sip.

They ended up walking into Washington Square Park and sat on a bench, watching the last few children playing in the fountains before the sun went down. The heat had been sweltering during the day, Butcher didn't even have his coat on, but now there was a little breeze and Addison thought it felt wonderful.

Billy slid his arm along the back of the bench and she sat close, but not quite touching. Still she reveled in the way he seemed to almost be at peace, relaxed, here with her.

"So what's up?" she asked him after a few sips of her drink, starting to feel a little revived.

Billy was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "Just wanted to see ya. It's been a few days. I didn't expect ya to be runnin' 'round Manhattan though." He gave her a stern look, his brow furrowed, but she smiled. He wanted to see her.

"I'm fine. All healed, mostly. Today was tiring but it couldn't be helped. I made it, I promise."

He gave a low grunt of hesitant acceptance, but when she smiled at him again, his hazel eyes softened, a little glint of amusement coming to them.

She took another drink of her smoothie, then laughed softly at two children splashing each other in the fountain. They screamed and giggled, having the time of their lives.

The life Addison had known had never been like that. But it made her heart a little lighter to see it that way for other children.

"I don't think I ever played like that as a kid," she said, shaking her head. "I was almost always alone. Did you?"

"Nah, never," he agreed, the corner of his mouth almost turned up in a smile of his own as they watched them.

Completely carefree and happy. She wondered what that was like. She wondered if she'd ever be able to give a moment of that to someone else.

"Did you have a brother or sister?" she asked.

He was quiet for a second and by the way his expression fell she immediately knew what his answer would be.

"Had a brother," his accent thickened, but that was the only indication of emotion.

She took a quiet breath, and let it out. "I'm so sorry Billy."

He shook his head. "It were a long time ago."

Addison could tell he was thinking so she didn't say anything else. There were a few minutes of silence before he spoke again.

"I should've been there when he - when it happened. I wanted to shield him from everything but it didn't help a bit in the end, and I couldn't shield him from myself unless I left. I couldn't take..." he trailed off.

"You couldn't have known, Billy. You can't possibly protect everyone all at once."

He shifted on the bench but he didn't move away, his gaze unfocused, miles away. She wanted to reach up and smooth the wrinkles from around his eyes but she didn't want to break his thoughts if he was processing some of his pain.

"I weren't the same after that. I was hard before but afterward... I don't think I ever had another honest relationship after that... It were all half truths and manipulation to hide who I really am or get what I want. I lied, over and over." He looked down, scuffing his black boot harshly on the cement. "And it were repaid in kind. I don't blame her."

Addison didn't have to guess who he was talking about. "You were trying to protect each other."

"Maybe."

Addison took a breath. "Lies can't build much I guess. Like smoke in the wind."

"Aye."

"You've never lied to me."

He turned then to look at her with those stormy eyes and she wished somehow they could just forget everything else in the world for one minute and just be Addison and Billy sitting on a park bench. But life for both of them had been generally unforgiving and seemed likely to continue that way.

A sharp pain shot up her side suddenly from where she'd been shot and she grimaced before she could stop herself.

"Addi, you alright?"

No lies. "When I'm tired my muscle still cramps up sometimes. Where I was hit." She sighed. And each time it did, every moment from that night came back to her. As nighttime fell around them, the street lamps started to come on. She almost wished she could keep them off for awhile.

"Do you know how many people you've killed?" she asked him quietly.

"No. Lost count sometime in '02."

She looked away. "He was my 5th. On to the second hand." Now that it was dark, they were alone for the most part. The children that were playing in the fountain were home with their families now, dry and warm and loved. "That's gotta be a path straight to hell, hm?"

"If there even is such a thing, sunshine, you could never qualify."

He said it with so much conviction she thought she could almost believe him. But he was right; it was a worry for another time.

She wanted to enjoy being here with him, now, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling up at him. "Well if I don't go to hell I won't get to be with you," she teased.

"We'll have to work on stayin' alive for a bit longer then."

Somehow at some point she had moved herself so she was pressing against his side, almost nestled under his arm. She couldn't stay away from him and he wasn't pushing back.

And the way he was looking at her now and the warmth in his hazel eyes made her fingertips tingle with desire. She took a breath but before she could let it out he was leaning toward her and her eyes were fluttering closed. The first touch of his lips was whisper soft, gently inviting something more and Addison almost cried out with the utter bliss of it. She returned the kiss eagerly, pressing closer and his hand slid around her waist.

So slowly, he opened to her and then his tongue flickered against hers. Addison made a soft little purr of need and he pressed further, stroking his tongue over hers. His beard scratched against her cheek but it was softer than she had expected and she couldn't care less. Nothing had ever, ever felt like this in her life. She felt dizzy and her body melted into his. After what seemed like forever, he finally broke the kiss to let her breathe.

"Hmmm..." His tongue swept out over his lower lip and it was as mesmerizing as his dark gaze.

"What?" Addison breathed, still dizzy and fluttering and far too warm.

He lifted his brow at her, but his accent was warm. "You taste like wheat-grass."

Addison smacked his chest and rolled her eyes. "No I don't," she laughed.

He flashed a devastating smile, clearly pleased with himself and Addison huffed even as her belly gave a warm flutter in response.

"I'll have to taste again to see then..."

His arm came around her, pulling her closer against his body as his mouth met hers once more and he took complete possession. Surely, this could only be heaven. She slid her hand into his dark hair and he kissed her and kissed her, stroking his tongue possessively over hers. Addison felt like she was going to faint but she could never want to stop this. The moment was only broken when a couple of noisy teenagers came by on skateboards.

"Get a room!" One shouted, and they all laughed loudly.

"Fuck off," Billy growled immediately as he pulled away without missing a beat.

Addison laughed softly, but suddenly she couldn't deny that the day was catching up with her and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Fuckin' kids," he grumbled. He turned to her and she looked up at him with a warm smile, she just couldn't help herself.

"Tired?" he said, much softer this time.

"It was a long day. I guess I'm not back to 100% yet."

"Should I carry ya home on me back?"

Addison laughed. "No, it's alright. I'll call a Lyft."

"My car's parked two blocks away if you can make it. I'll drive you home. It'll make me feel better anyway."

There was no parking on the street when he got to her building but Addison quickly assured him it was completely fine. There was no point in searching forever for parking or paying a load when she was perfectly capable of getting to her apartment and she was already half asleep anyway. She leaned over to kiss him once more but the blare of a horn kept it short.

Billy flipped them off and stayed stopped in the street an extra minute just to piss them off more, watching Addison as she made it safely inside.

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One of my favorite chapters :) Like it? Hate it? More to come...

Chapter 13

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JoJo's Bizarre little Adventure, Chapter 22: NEFFEX Fight's Back!

Chapter 22: NEFFEX Fights Back.

Mirtillo awoke to screams and loud crashes. She hopped to her feet, feeling no pain at all and jumped off the nightstand. She rushed down the hallway where she came upon Doppio hiding behind an overturned couch, the sliding glass door to the balcony was smashed to bits, large and sharp rocks were being flung at high speeds into the apartment and destroying everything.

Mirtillo jumped past Doppio and onto the balcony where she saw a terrifying sight, a huge stone and clay giant was attacking the villains.

The giant was flinging huge spikes and boulders at Karz, DIO and a weird golden guy helping DIO levitate who were in the air trying to attack from above, Valentine who was currently treating a very injured Pucci was pinned behind the courtyard fountain, Kira was riding Raptor-Diego’s back and a strange pink cat-thing was helping him throw rocks and the clay monster that explode upon impact, “Doppio I’am on my way just hold tight!” Diavolo’s panicked voice yelled through Doppio’s phone, “NO BOSSU! YOU CAN’T COME BACK TO THE APARTMENT SECCO WANTS TO KILL YOU!” Doppio cried, he had been cut under his eye by one of the flying stones making it look like his left eye was crying blood.

The sight of him bleeding set something off in Mirtillo, a hot burning sensation in her veins and in her heart, she made a promise that her family would never get hurt again, she looked out the window at the clay monster who was getting closer and closer to the fountain “I. WILL. FIGHT. BACK!” Mirtillo snarled through gritted teeth…

“DAMN IT!” DIO hissed as he narrowly dodged another stone spike “Karz do you see an opening where I can hit him?”, “sadly no, he’s too fast and that clay armor is to thick for me to cut through, if this mortal was working with Ciccolatta then I guess he is under the same stand-altering drug” Kraz growled, “Overture?, but I saw Diavolo burn the lab down” DIO turned to Karz in shock, “that must mean there is another lab and more and more of those tinnies are being harvested and killed” Karz snarled, his magenta eyes glowed with rage, “Kira is Killer Queen’s bombs getting through his armor?”, “shit!, no I don’t think Queeny’s bombs are doing anything but pissing him off” Kira shouted back to DIO.

Valentine was working tirelessly, in the time it had taken him and the other to get back to the apartment Pucci had put up one hell of a fight with Secco, the priest had sustained a dislocated left shoulder, several broken ribs, a concussion and what looked like a shotgun blast of small pebbles to his right leg but he was growing weak from the pain and blood loss. “Stay with me pal, keep talking to me keep conscious, tell me about the prime numbers” Valentine said as he tore off strips of his coat to make bandages, “Val…you-you a-ar-are nev-er going..to, to beli-eve th-this..” Pucci was almost chuckling through raspy gargles of blood “Mirtillo…she..she has a-”.

Then the fountain exploded into a geyser.

The water from the fountain exploded towards Secco like a power washer and blasted him so hard he was sent flying into the park across the street, “WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT!?” Valentine shouted as he and Pucci where drenched, “her stand” Pucci replied sounding much better than before, Valentine turned back to see the priest had completely healed..and that's when he saw it, the water in the fountain had a strange glow to it, it looked like the ripples of light one would see under the water only it was inside the water itself, looking as if it had become crystalline.

Secco was hit into the park so hard he was flung out of his clay armor and into a small pond “GrRrAh! WhO?, wHo DiD-dId ThAt S-sH-ShOw YoUrSeLf!” He howled, he looked around but saw nothing, he was then punched by a jest of glowing water and saw her “my name is Mirtillo, you tried to kill my papa and his friends, prepare to die” an oddly intimidating child’s voice replied back.

Secco laughed “HaHa! YoU Th-tHiNk YoUr LiTtLe WaTeR TrIcK wIlL sToP mE?, mY StAnD oAsIs OvErTuRe MaKeS mE MaStEr oF ThE EaRtH!” tried to fling mud from the bottom of the pond but found himself unable to “WhAt?” he gasped in shock as he found himself not standing on the murky pond bottom but instead on a crystal-like hard surface made of water, “I overheard Doppio talk about your stand, how you can only use it if you are in the ground or touching it, that's why I hit you right into the pond…if you are master of the earth then I am the mistress of the waves” the cold voice spoke again, Secco too stunned to move watched as the light from the surface of the water leapt into the air and formed into a mighty sword, “NOW RETURN TO THE FILTH FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!” the voice cried triumphantly as the sword was plunged into Secco’s neck and cleaving his head right off.

“PUCCI ARE YOU OK?” DIO screamed as he ran over and embraced his friend in a tight hug, “I am now” he chuckled, “but how?, last time I saw you, you were nearly at death’s door” Diego said as he looked him up and down, “he said Mirtillo had a stand and that’s what healed him” Valentine told the rest of the villains in shock, “a stand?, but how Funny?” Karz looked at him strangely, “I do not know how but the strange illness that had afflicted Mirtillo was the stand virus, I knew when the water in the fountain had began to glow that it must have been her” Pucci said as he began to wring out the water from his cassock.

“Uh..look” Kira pointed at something coming their way.

It appeared as a kind of robotic humanoid stand the size of a small child similar to D4C dressed in a princess-like pastel blue ball gown, it’s bodyarmor was porcelain white with beautiful deep blue patterns, like a porcelain china pot, and was accented by golden hearts. It had little moth-like antennae of deep cobalt and upon it’s head a tiny crown studded with blue pearls rested, it fluttered through the air towards them with glowing crystalline moth wings…it kinda resembled a cute little cherub in a bizarre way.

The beautiful moment was soon interrupted by the stand holding up Secco’s severed head and in Mirtillo’s voice said “look papa I killed him!”

“....uh..good..good job dust bunny!” Valentine nervously replied.

“GUYS I’AM HERE WHERE IS SECCO? DOPPIO ARE YOU OK?” Diavolo rushed into the apartment…only to find the rest of the villains and a fully recovered Mirtillo, “w-wh-what happened?” he exasperated.

After a long explanation and a few cold drinks for every body, Valentine, Kira and Diavolo had beer, Diego had cold brew coffee, DIO and Pucci had 7up and Karz shared a cup of tea with Mirtillo, Diavolo learned of the days events “so you are telling me Squeakers has a stand now?” he chuckled “oh I gotta see it” he said with a bemused grin, “go ahead dust bunny” Valentine assured her.

Mirtillo was enveloped by a soft blue glow and her stand appeared, attaching itself to her like armor, kinda like Ghiaccio’s stand White Album, “well damn ain't that a cute little thing!” Diavolo laughed “so what’s it’s name Squeakers?”, “name?” Mirtillo asked curiously, “well yeah all stands have names, I got King Crimson, DIO has Zawardo, Kira’s Got Killer Queen, Diego’s is Scary Monsters, Doppio’s has changed from Epitaph into Baby Hotline, Pucci’s is called White Snake and Val’s is D4C which is short for Dirty Deed Done Dirt Cheap…I don’t think Karz has one”, “ha! I don’t need a magical punchy ghost” Karz smirked, “so what is Squeakers?”.

Mirtillo thought for a moment…

“NEFFEX, their name is NEFFEX”.

“NEFFEX hu?...nice name” Diavolo nodded, “you all know what this calls for right?” DIO said to the rest of the villains “A PARTY!”

#jjba #g/t #jojos bizarre little adventure #jojo's bizarre little adventure

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gently crawling into your askbox to follow up on the 'he's like this in the audios so often'...😳 i'm very new to the world of Doctor Who audios, and was wondering if you had any recommendations for favourite Six ones? i've heard lots of people say he's their favourite audio Doctor, and of course i'd love to see more of him being a shameless flirt 🙈

Sorry for the delayed reply! If you're still interested:

I have a post with my best Six audio recs, which haven't changed much since I made the post. With respect to the Doctor's clueless flirtation, specifically:

If you like Six/Peri, a lot of their BF audios are shockingly shippy. Somebody on staff clearly ships it. As, I suspect, does writer Nev Fountain, who rather adorably is Nicola Bryant's real-life partner. The Doctor even proposes marriage in "A Most Excellent Match," although of course it's not quite what it seems--Peri is trapped in a Jane Austen VR simulator game and he's trying to rescue her within the terms of the genre...

Besides Peri, he flirts a lot (and usually quite unintentionally) with lonely middle-aged women. His encounter with River is in The Diary of River Song S2, and is an exception to the 'unintentional' thing. He's hopelessly flustered by her but adores her from the moment they meet.

The Wormery has Iris Wildthyme, a remarkable character in her own right, who's had a massive crush on the Doctor throughout all his lives; he insists she's a total nuisance but there's definitely sparks of some variety.

The Behemoth is mostly pretty serious--it's a pure historical in which the villains are slave traders--but one of the lighter moments is the Doctor going home with a widow who's clearly charmed by him... to sit up and play cards.

The One Doctor has Six accidentally attracting the adoration of a reluctant con-woman called Sally-Anne, who's currently playing the companion to a fake Doctor.

Not an audio but I have to recommend the short story "Teach Yourself Ballroom Dancing."

#doctor who #sixth doctor #big finish

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themadmanwithablog · 6 years

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The Curious Incident of the Doctor in the Night-Time

Invisible rules

Often need to be broken;

Use your memory.

#doctor who #big finish #nev fountain #colin baker #haiku #dw poetry

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So, I listened to Peri And The Piscon Paradox a long, long time ago. And when I met Nicola Bryant at Sheffield Comicon a few years ago I told her that when I listened to Piscon I like legit started crying. And she told me that another big finish employee, a former police officer, had told her he'd been driving home listening to it and he'd actually had to stop and pull over his car. Because he realised that in a few minutes he'd be crying hysterically and probably shouldn't be driving a vehicle while his eyes were bleary. Peri and the piscon paradox is amazing. And it punched me in the gut forty times before it made the "real" ending for Peri a lot better.

#peri and the piscon paradox #big finish #Nicola Bryant #peri brown #sixth doctor #audio #nev fountain

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Flip the script tho? Whitney is lowkey in love with PC but is too bound by peer pressure to actually acknowledge it. You're quiet, good mannered and friendly. Not the kind of person he'd want to be seen around. Even after you saved him from being sent to the underground brothel. He sees you visiting the temple and fucking of course you're hanging out with Jordan. Time passes and he decides to pay his brother a visit, only to find Jordan and PC making out and dry humping in the monk's bed. He can hear your chastity belts hitting together. Whitney doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry, so he just leaves. Of course you'd prefer Jordan over him, everyone else does.

Oh! Or out of the blue he gets an invite to Jordan and PC's wedding. Cause sex is okay if you're married and have a breeding kink are trying to have children.

Look, just. Whitney walking in on a PC he's in love with riding his holier-than-thou brother like a god damn race horse is hot af. Jordan moaning like the virgin he is was and probably over stimulated from cumming more than once during his first time. He and pc chanting our eachother names, choking out "I love yous". All while Whitney watches.

This, uh...turned out more angsty than I’d planned...

You're cute, really cute, and so, so innocent. Perhaps even more-so than most temple girls. Whitney's split between wanting to shove you inside a locker or throwing you to the ground and fucking your dumb little brains out.

The only thing that stops him from doing the latter is how his friends talk about you.

"She's such a fucking nerd."

"I feel bad for whatever desperate virgin sticks his dick in her."

"Don't forget, no penetration before marriage, or whatever those freaks say."

He'd get mocked relentlessly if he tried to claim you.

Whitney can't get you off his mind, no matter how hard he tries. It's why he tries to sell you off to some shady traffickers. He feels victorious in the moment, you'll be gone, out of sight, out of mind, right?

You look so confused and betrayed. For a moment, he feels his bravado slip.

Then he's being dragged towards a van, the traffickers are saying something about how their boss likes boys who fight back, and he's petrified. Suddenly, everything feels real. He'll never see his asshole friends, or his shitty parents, or his loser brother, or you ever again.

But despite your restrained limbs, you manage to tackle one of the traffickers to the ground, allowing Whitney to fight the other one off.

He struggles to look you in the eyes for a good week after that incident, Whitney even regrets shoving you into the park fountain when you ask if he’s doing okay. Watching you sprint in the direction of the temple makes him feel even worse. You’re probably going to tell Jordan what an asshole he’s been, and then he’ll have to deal with his brother silently judging him.

Sometimes Whitney walks down Wolf Street. He’s not even necessarily going anywhere, it’s just that when he sets his brain on autopilot, he has a bad habit of ending up in front of the temple.

Old habits die hard, he thinks to himself, pulling out yet another cigarette from his pocket and ignoring the dirty looks from several monks and nuns who’ve either heard stories of Jordan’s delinquent brother or remember what a cunt he was as a child.

Whitney glances though the window. There you are, saying your prayers like a good little girl, conversing with other temple-goers, dropping money on the collection plate.

Laughing at something Jordan said.

Despite the distance, he can see the lovestruck expression on your face. Of course you’d have a crush on his brother. Why is he even fuckin’ surprised.

His own parents like Jordan better than him.

And Whitney can’t even blame them. Jordan’s shy, pious, pure, charitable. The complete opposite of him.

You’ll change your mind. You have to. That fuckin’ virgin can’t satisfy all your needs. One day you’re gonna come running, begging for Whitney to fuck your poor, neglected pussy.

But you don’t.

You never do.

It’s rare that Jordan’s home, says he prefers the temple’s quarters, it’s easier to serve the temple from the inside, according to him.

You come with him, smiling and going on about some big project that you and Jordan are working on. Whitney’s parents are more than welcoming, probably happy to have another believer in the house, someone to balance out Whitney.

You’re invited to stay for dinner. Whitney barely even sees Jordan that day—not that he’s complaining, the less time he has to spend with his holier-than-thou brother, the better—but it’s suspicious, Jordan’s usually trying to spend every single second with his family.

That’s why Whitney cracks open his brother’s bedroom door. He expects Jordan to be working on some stupid temple shit, like that dumbass project you wouldn’t shut up about.

It’s so much worse.

Jordan has you underneath him, lips pressed together, and hips grinding into yours, faint metal clinks seeming to echo throughout the room. Neither of you even notice Whitney standing there, too absorbed in each other.

His parents would just about die if they knew their oh-so-perfect golden child was upstairs humping his girlfriend like a horny teenager. Whitney could make a deal; your virginity in return for keeping this whole thing a secret. It’d be the perfect way to claim you, show you that you should be Whitney’s slut, not Jordan’s dumb little girlfriend.

But he just slowly backs away, listlessly wanders back to his room, and slams his fist into his bedroom door, earning him nothing but bruised knuckles and a shouted chastising from his parents.

Whitney’s never been under the illusion that he’s the favored sibling. Even as a child, it was always Jordan’s amazing, Jordan’s so smart, Jordan’s so kind, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan.

He thought you might be different.

Wouldn’t be the first time he fucked up, and he’s sure it won’t be the last.

That’s all he’s really capable of—fucking everything up.

#Degrees of Lewdity #Fem Reader #Jordan the Pious #Whitney the Bully #NSFT #Fic #Blonde Family AU

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Why are you friends with Longbottom? ; N.L.

Neville x reader

Summary; You couldn’t fight with your heart anymore… Some things weren’t meant to be and Neville was too blind to see it.

Word count; 2.8K

Fandom; Harry Potter

Warnings; Swearing, violence, sexual innuendos/talk, brief nudity, depression/anxiety, ultimate fluff 💕

A/n; I'm still getting the hang of this whole 'writing my own fanfic' thing so bear with me pleaseeeee 😂<3 So anyways, I hope you enjoy and if you want to be tagged for more Neville x reader content, just request in the notes and i will get back to youuuu <3333

"why are you friends with Longbottom?" You stared at Cedric until you were blue in the face. While his attention was purely focused on the boys across the courtyard, leaning over the fountain and splashing water in Neville's face. Water droplets trinkled down his freckled face and he squeezed his eyes shut until his face turned the color of a tomato with annoyance.

"why do you keep asking that?" You snapped. Not really happy with your boyfriend right now, you pulled your attention away from him and trying to focus on something else but all you could think about was those boys bullying Nev and it was really really starting to piss you off knowing that he's not going to defend himself either. The temptation of wanting to leave Ced's side to go help out a friend in need is enticing but getting trouble was not on your to-do list today so you didn't know what to do...

You have been dating Cedric Diggory for the past three months and it's been a blissful experience but... something felt off to you. The way he would hold your hand and a grin would grow from ear to ear as he looked down at you and you would just feel itchy under your skin, like you were hypnotized. He was always nice to you, even though there was always people talking about you behind your back, he didn't care for any of it. Ced became more confident with every chance he could to be by your side and, of course, you started to notice. I mean, you weren't exactly in love with Cedric but you did like him for a while now and, yeah, he did indeed liked you back. So why not take the chance and just ask him out but what Neville didn't expect was for Ced to say yes and that's when things turned south.

"so, how's your perfect boyfriend doing, still the champion of your heart?" Longbottom asked, his tone flattened like his heart.

"what the hell does that mean?" Hanging out in the greenhouse or lounging in the library with Neville always seemed to be the highlight of your day, even when he acts like a total asshole by accident.

"n-nothing, it's just" he paused, regretting and knowing what you would do if he answers you wrongly, feeling pang behind his inflamed, green eyes as he waters the plants in front of him. "I'm sorry, sunflower. I didn't mean it like that."

"then, what did you mean exactly?" He studied you for a really long time before trying to think up a lie, anything to try and hide his true feelings. You held his gaze for seconds at a time, inspecting the little gold flecks hidden behind his emerald irises and you thought back to all those other times you would just stare at him during class when he would have his full, undivided attention on a project that he was working on and beads of anxious sweat would guide itself down the sides of his face. His thick, dark eyebrows would furrow, his sharp jawline clenched and your eyes would just trail down to his beautifully sculpted hands holding the potted plant in front of you.

"don't worry about it. What I say doesn't really matter anyway..." His pride was crushed, turning himself back over to the workshop behind him and started to unnecessarily fluff up the leaves until it started to look like a normal, old shrub.

"Y/n? Y/n!" You were grabbed by the shoulders, being pulled away from your recent, awkward memories of what used to be your relationship to the tortured boy across the fountain and only Cedric was in your vision. Your eyelids lifted and Ced's face broke out into a sparkling sweat. "you alright?" you nodded, blinking away the tears as you looked up to see Neville being pushed into the fountain with a big splash. Nev screeched as he fell over and as he was trying to pick himself back up, he pushed his dripping wet hair back with his fingers, his soaked robes leaking everywhere with the slightest movement and you watched as his face flushed with envy. Mental images flashed in your mind and your adrenaline kicked in as you rushed to the scene, mad with power as you grabbed your wand from your back pocket and slid it under your darkened sleeve so no one could see.

"you bastards!" you cried out, swinging your wand up to one of the boys' faces, Crabbe was his name, and chanted out the words for a transfiguration spell which turned the doughy faced boy into a mouse-haired ferret with a quick, magical burst. And as you wanted the other boy, Goyle, to have the same sealed fate, You felt a strong pair arms grab you from behind and being pulled away from your opponents. The mixture sounds of cackling between every peer of yours echoed throughout the cobblestone walls but it was all just white noise to you. You didn't care for the ignorance in others around you, you just wanted to wipe those stupid, ugly smiles off of those assholes before they'd hurt anyone else but someone was keeping you contained.

"let me go!"

"no, not until you calm down." That's not Cedric's voice. "they're not worth it, sunshine." he whispered in your ear, holding your arms down until he took advantage of opportunity to picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder. You squealed when he touched your ass but that didn't mattered when all you could think about was if Ced was watching him do this to you and where he's going with you in the first place.

"I'm not letting you get into trouble because of me. Not again..." he rambled on as he carried you far away from that mess, the mess that you created, the mess that you didn't want Nev involved with but you just kept pulling him in even deeper. You missed hanging out with him and just goofing around but all that ended when you found a new love interest and you didn't want for Neville to get hurt anymore than he should so you just pushed him away...

Longbottom turned from corner to corner, making pitstops to see if anyone was following you guys until, finally, he has reached his final destination before setting you down on a table. He took you to the great hall.

He inspected you, "are you alright, no cuts or bruises?" you swatted his hands away from your face and pushed yourself off of the table.

"no, I'm fine."

"ok, good." He nodded with assurance and flicked you on the nose. You flinched with pure shock that even Neville would do something so childish, so stupid that you can't even be pissed at.

"Ow!" You held the bridge of your nose, "what the fuck, Nev?"

"now, I've known you for years but I never thought you would do something so stupid." You've never seen him so riled up, so infuriated before. It was something that he'd never held against, never held a grudge for but you suddenly realized that anything can happen and that's what scared you the most.

"I know what I was doing-" "OH, do you now?" He couldn't look at you without sobbing and that left you with a pang in your stomach. "because what I just saw back there was reckless anger when actually you had no right to be that mad."

"I had no right?! They almost drowned you and last time I checked, bullies like them deserve to perish so I'm sorry if you didn't want to be saved but I couldn't just sit back and watch. Not again..." You sniffled when crossing your arms and thinking back to all those other times when you had to pull Neville away from Malfoy or Snape and many other villainous characters that he kept bumping into and many other times you just had to get yourself involved with when it wasn't even your fight to begin with in the first place.

"do you even hear yourself right now? Do you even know what you're saying or, I know, is your boyfriend just controlling your thoughts again." He didn't question you when he already knew the answer all along but you were to swallowed with pride to see that.

All you did was put your nose in the air and ignore the world like you've been doing because you knew that letting him in again would bring back old memories of when things were enchanting, bright.

And you wanted to move on, You wanted to stop hurting him.

Nev stepped closer, "what happened to my sunflower, my best friend?" Please don't come any closer... You felt his hot breath on the top of your head. The fresh smell of mint and rose buds wafted all around you and you were immediately pulled in. No boy should smell like that.

You stole what's left over of your confidence, while the rest flew right out of the window, and glanced up at the boy standing inches away from you. His pupils grew the size of coins while you were still counting how many lay spackled over his button-shaped nose of what was his perfectly placed freckles. You wanted to trace your fingertips all his jawline, wanting to feel the stumble that slowly grew on his strong chin but you decided against that.

You words felt scrambled because you knew that the boy in front of you wasn't no more. That all that confidence you knew he had but never used was just it. He just wanted to save it for a rainy day, he wanted to prove to someone that he wasn't just scaredy cat Longbottom anymore and this was it.

"she's dead." Neville grimaced, probably wishing he'd never met you as he stuffed his hands back in his pockets and took some time to process.

"now, I know t-that's not true..." He mumbled under his chattered breath, his shoulders hunched, his head hung. Neville was freezing from the damp clothes hanging off his body. After hesitating, he quickly decided to open his weighed down robes, pealing it off of his body and throwing it to the side. You felt your heart quicken as you watched him strip in front of you without a care. I mean, it's not the first time you've seen him shirtless--oh my, how he always looked good without a shirt--and now that these feelings of yours seemed to take control of your life, somewhere in the back of your mind was dirtier than expected.

As a natural reflex, you slapped a hand across your eyes and turned around.

"what are you doing?" You ignored him, trying to fan yourself of the heat that started to spread through different parts of your body and you needed to cool down. You stripped yourself of your own robes and handed them to Neville from behind with just a swing of your arm.

"here," Seconds past and that's when you felt his gentle touch, his fingertips grazed the edge of your wrist as he grabs your robes and your heart jolted, a warm shiver crawled beneath your spine and down your thighs. You gnawed at your bottom lip, trying to think of things that turned you off but the only that came up was moments, memories of Nev's hand on your thigh and it starts to move upwards...

Turning your head, you body followed and in front of you stood a damp, half-naked Neville. His dark bangs dangled over his forehead, his expressions exhausted but stern. You gulped as you squeezed your legs together when a violent yet passionate surge swam under your stomach. You felt attacked. You never felt this way about Cedric, Never had this yearning, heated emotions for anyone really, but when you see the boy with the crestfallen looks--you just had to melt for him.

His cheeks flushed when he stared back at you. Your movements, like your darkened thoughts, were quite obvious to him. From every quirk to every impersonal habit, he knew you from every side.

"l-like what you see, sunshine" Your heart jumped at that very moment. Of all the things Nev would usually say, of course he just had to tease you at the wrong moment.

"oi, shut up will ya?" he chuckled at your uncomfortable state and you were immediately snapped out of your weird trance. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms, all you thought about was wiping that smug grin off of his face with your fist but all of that was landslided when you noticed him inched closer towards you.

"you know what I've been thinking about," He now was hovering over you and you hated that, "Us. I miss us." Everything else was white noise. A mix of dizzy spells and dry heat swallowed the air between the both of you. You licked your dried lips leaving a stinging sensation behind.

It's been a while since there was an 'Us'. Before Cedric, there was dancing in the rain, howling at the moon, pretending to be in love.

But what you were most scared of admitting out loud was the fact that you weren’t just pretending… and Nev wasn’t either.

"me too..." you couldn't help your lips from moving, saying these words that your heart couldn't conceal anymore. It was like floating above a warm pool of water. You were drowning in lust, blinded by friendship; two things that never worked well together. Before Cedric, there was waking up next to Neville Longbottom. Wearing Neville Longbottom's sweaters to quidditch games. No relationship needed when you got your best friend by your side.

You smiled. More precious memories that, in the past, you hoped to forget once you got together with Ced but you were still craving for something that shouldn't have existed.

"why are you with Diggory, then?" For Neville, he wouldn't had never asked that in a million years. The embarrassment alone would kill him and probably given him a heart attack but he let his feelings take over again. It reminds of him of something that Professor Moody said once when Nev had to be pulled to the side: "Don't blame yourself just because your heart knows what it wants. Its inside of you anyway. Can't just ignore it."

Your attention was wavered, unsteady. Although you hated when someone would make a pros/cons list about someone they admired, you often became a hypocrite all because you were unsure if you made the right decision. When you would go to bed, you would just lie there staring up at your house's curtains draped all around the bed frame in the shaded dorms and all of a sudden, tears would stream down your face randomly and you wouldn't know why as you fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

You felt as though your life was just like a paper airplane that flew straight into a furnace. All that you felt, every relationship became a constant ticking noise but you just can't seem to reset that clock.

"sometimes I ask myself the same thing" you crossed your arms, pondering your doubts but finally accepting the truth of it all. "You know, it's funny. I convince my heart that it's the right thing to do, to go on being someone I'm clearly not and then I go and fuck it up at the end of the day." You lightly chuckled to yourself, letting your tongue graze the insides of your cheeks while you grinned.

"I can't keep leading you on, I--fuck--I wish things were to end up differently... I wish--wished that we'd end up together but..."

"Please, Y/n" You felt his hand slid in yours, his thumb tracing circles on your sweaty palms. You wiggled your fingers, trying your best to remember his touch before letting go of his hand.

"you know I can't, Nev..."

For one last time, you held his gaze. His once lustful, green orbs were now dewy and painful. It was like you were peering into his soul and then you just stabbed it repeatedly until it was nothing but shattered pieces on the ground.

You sniffled as you caressed his face with your hands. Your chest felt caved in and your breath stilled as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes until your lips reached his. You squeezed your eyes shut and pecked his lips with the smallest movements savoring this moment forever.

For as long as you've known him, you promised yourself you'd never let him in fully. No matter how bad it was, even if his pride was punctured for a bit, you promised yourself that you wouldn't let him in your darkness.

But, here you were letting him go for one last time.

He held onto your waist for the longest time. With your feet flat on the floor, the kiss was over and you were unfortunately snapped back into reality.

"I-I love you, sunshine,"

'I love you too Nev' You left him standing there as you turned and walked away from him.

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