#but he had to try SOMETHING bc he wasn't getting anywhere with everyone else!!!!

[kimbapisnotsushi]

okay no see the thing that made me really, really sad about hinata and the thing that made me really, really root for him and love him and want to see him win it all was how, like, people kept DENYING him. and i'm not talking about spectators in the stands going "omg he's so short haha, can he really do anything?" i'm talking about how his own team and how everyone who knew them in some way - as much as i love them - could never really separate him from kageyama. they were the freak quick duo, karasuno's number nine and number ten. they were amazing! so brilliant, the two of them. and hinata thought it was a way out, at first. he thought it was a way over the summit. he thought it was the key to being someone better.

but a key goes both ways, you know. it can lock you up just as much as it can set you free.

and hinata had to be so, so frustrated. everyone was finding ways to move forward except him. everyone expected him to stay stuck. and you could argue that that's not entirely true, sure, that he was always training, always trying to catch up, and they encouraged that. but nobody ever expected him to be more. nobody ever expected him to go beyond what he had with kageyama - they all thought that was enough for hinata. they thought he was fine like that because it worked for the rest of them. they underestimated how much he wanted to be capable. they didn't get how much he wanted to stand on his own two feet.

and that wasn't fair to hinata! it wasn't fair that hinata, who loved to play and loved the game and loved volleyball so so much, was the only one being left behind! he wanted to change that but nobody was trying with him!!! so of course he got impatient!! of course he was reckless!!! of course he was carving his own opportunities!!! there was no way forward otherwise!!! because if we take a minute to think about how training would have gone while kageyama was at tokyo, let's be honest — it probably wouldn't have gone well. nobody else can do with hinata what kageyama could do with him. hinata would have been held back. he would have felt useless. practicing serves and receives was stuff he was already doing constantly before that, and it wasn't teaching him anything. yeah hinata was a little bit selfish and a little bit shameless but being so finally got him somewhere!!

all hinata ever wanted to do was fly, even if it meant straying from the flock to do so

#anyways lesson learned: when you've exhausted all other options then just fucking go for it #what's the worst that could happen #you either get shit done or you don't #ball boy arc is sooooo important and i hate when ppl treat it like hinata was just being stupid #he was FED UP!!! #washijo sure as hell wasn't going to let him prove anything so he had to do it himself #and hinata actually showed a LOT of restraint for how he actually is imo #he accepted washijo's decision so easily. i think he knew in a way. that he wouldn't have been accepted #but he had to try SOMETHING bc he wasn't getting anywhere with everyone else!!!! #and my heart breaks whenever i think about taking suga taking kageyama's part in the early part of the story #about them not needing to try anything new or do anything risky so close to the tournament #hinata was so fucking shackled and that's why brazil was so good for him #it gave him a chance to grow into himself #ALSO EVERYONE KEEPS ACTING SURPRISED WHEN HE GETS BETTER AND BETTER WHEN THAT'S ALL HE EVER WANTED HELLO #hinata shouyou #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu meta #sou says stuff

[fatuismooches]

Hello! I wanted to say i absolutely LOVE your writing about the Fatui, but i was wondering how the Fatui would be with a (def crazy) younger sibling around 10-11 years old possibly??

By crazy they could be participating into the same activities as their older siblings but stay away from the most bloody stuff bc they aren't allowed to bc of their sibling (we love an overprotective fictional older sibling❤️).

Idk why wanna see the younger sibling being so cute to all of the Harbingers and loyal to their empress but at the same time not hesitating to send an order to kill someone.

ALSO WHAT ABOUT TIME REVERSING MAGIC?? LIKEEEE IT SOUNDS FUN BUT YOU DECIDE ❤️❤️❤️

ilysm pls take care😭❤️

♡ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

synopsis: Due to your craziness, you had trouble fitting in with most kids your age. Not to worry, you have your Harbinger family to take care of you now!

includes: all harbingers w/ gn! reader

notes: Thank you, you're so sweet! I really love the idea of the Harbingers having this instinct to protect their mischievous, always getting into crazy trouble little sibling.

The first time the Harbingers heard of you was when they found out a whole camp of Fatui members was wiped out. Not by the Traveler, or an opposing military force, but by a child. Not even a teenager, but a little kid. Apparently, you had gotten caught stealing food from the camp and beat everyone up so you wouldn’t get arrested. What was more surprising was that this wasn't the first time you looted a camp. You had poor sneaking skills but you always dispatched the soldiers quickly before anyone got there. Besides the fact that they had to do something about this, the Harbingers were actually quite interested in you. It wasn’t every day you came across a child so much stronger than a group of soldiers.

It wasn’t hard to find out where you’d raid next, and a group of them lay in wait for your arrival. Soon enough, there you were apprehended by one of them, and you could hear them speaking about taking you back somewhere, and other big words you didn’t understand. The person wasn’t applying too much pressure on you. Well, they’d be wrong to underestimate you! You were the strongest kid in Snezhnaya!

You wiggled your arm up forward, but they didn’t pay much attention to you. In your hand, you gripped a small rock and eyed the explosive barrels near you. You think one of them noticed, but it was too late. With a sharp flick, it dove smack into the red barrel, and debris and mess went flying everywhere. The person holding you down had to release a bit to take cover from the explosion and you immediately bolted from there.

You had to be completely crazy to pull a stunt like that. You could have gotten injured - or worse!

You were giddy with excitement and adrenaline after that. You kind of gathered that you were quite different from other kids, but oh well. You made it as far as you could, but your legs were too short for you to run anywhere quickly. So your little plan was ruined when you promptly ran smack into an iron wall. That iron wall was the tallest man you’ve ever seen, and it hurt your neck to look up that high.

The next thing you knew, you woke up in the fluffiest bed ever, surrounded by pillows and cute plushies.

Pierro:

Admires your dedication to the Tsaritsa and all the Harbingers, but is stern in his decision to keep you away from the gory stuff. Proper soldiers must be level head and calm, Pierro says, which you are not. To keep you at bay, he lets you partake in some Fatui duties that don’t involve the cruelty aspect. (Introduces you to paperwork, I guess…) He’s not really sure how to deal with you… he’s used to the utmost respect everyone else gives him due to his status. But you? There are no rules in your world and you hang off his shoulder and fiddle with his mask. Also, the one who has to explain to you that no, you cannot go and try to kill someone for annoying you. When you try to act cute to try and get things to go your way, he thinks it’s endearing but it’s not working on Pierro!

Capitano:

Concerned for you, to be honest. Yes, you may be strong, but throwing yourself headfirst into these dangerous situations? You’re still so small, fragile, tiny… there are too many things that could go wrong. Every time you do even attempt something crazy, he is there, at your side, preventing it. Takes the role of your silent protector a lot more seriously than normal, simply because he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of your antics. Out of everyone he forbids you from engaging in any bloody activity the most. He wants you to do some normal kid stuff, but unfortunately, he himself has problems knowing what exactly that entails. Sits at his desk awkwardly while he watches you bounce off the walls.

Capitano thinks it’s cute when you come up with all these conspiracy theories about what’s under his helmet. At one point he started writing down everything you guessed and now a lot of pages have been filled up. He looks at it whenever he needs something to boost his mood. Is initially reluctant to fulfill your request of “throwing you up into the air and catching you” but he does it quite often because of how much you laugh. And it keeps you from going and fighting random people, at least.

Columbina:

She likes you a lot! Columbina is kinda crazy too, so you two get along like two peas in a pod. Only thing is she wants you to be able to relax too. Whenever you want to go out on some bloody mission, she’ll just hold you hostage (in a friendly way) and fall asleep with you kinda trapped there so you just fall asleep too. I don’t know why, but I think Columbina likes to sing a song about death when she’s killing someone. You unfortunately pick up on this.

Columbina’s the kind of person to cover your eyes whenever something non-child-friendly is happening. Also adores whenever you have your cute moments. I feel like she helps you choose your outfit when you declare that you’ll be a Harbinger one day too. She jumps on this opportunity to dress you up in pretty clothes. I feel like she can also switch from happy to deadly quickly so she can understand how you are.

Dottore:

Oh no… The Harbingers endeavor to keep the two of you apart to the best of their ability because you’re both just menaces. Dottore loves your craziness, he probably even encourages it sometimes to see how far you’ll go. You start adopting your own maniacal laugh like Dottore and he is so proud. If you’re willing, he’ll start going on about these crazy science topics and theories and you’re like - I’m just a kid… a crazy one, but still a kid who can’t comprehend all that… Also finds it highly amusing that Fatui recruits are terrified of you.

Even so, you’re still a kid so he doesn’t want you to get too much into it. If he sees you acting a bit too much crazy, he’ll stop you. He likes to help you tinker with stuff and build things. Thinks of you as his little minion assistant and secretly cherishes you a lot. Not gonna lie though, if you want someone dead, he’ll probably indulge you. He’s not very sane either…

Pulcinella:

He has seen his fair share of youngsters and even though he’s never met anyone like you, he still knows how to deal with you. I just know he can scold you to the point you feel bad for doing crazy things all the time. But then he does a big sigh and lets you off the hook “this time only.” Papanella’s the kinda guy to get you those color-by-number books and crayons and watch you color, finds it amusing when you don’t even use the right colors the book tells you to use. Encourages your creativity, in fact. Is touched when you give him a poorly kid-drawn picture of your Harbinger family. Puts it on one of the walls in Zapolyarny Palace so everyone can admire it.

Every time you try to get involved in the crazy bloody stuff, he just subtly tries to lure you with some different activities. Thinks it’s very important to have a nurturing childhood. Actually, he just bought this new brand of cookies to bake… he’s gonna need a helper, you know? Pulcinella’s probably successful with this multiple times, hanging out with grandpa is the best. (Probably tells you stories of his younger glory days.) Also lets you play with his cane and chuckles when you imitate him.

Scaramouche:

For some reason, you thought he’d be a good role model because you’ve seen him electrocute people, and were like ‘Hey I wanna do that too!” Scaramouche initially tells you to stop following him around but he still can’t help but have a soft spot for you. When you stole his hat and mimicked his laugh he gave up all attempts of trying to ignore you. Scaramouche’s another one who doesn’t mind the craziness but he prefers to let you not do that since he doesn’t want to see you get hurt. He actually thinks it’s amusing when you manage to outwit grown adults. Surprisingly, he still likes it when you act your age. His tone is noticeably gentler with you and he likes to watch over you and be your hidden protector. Also gives you random advice so you can look out for yourself in this world.

Arlecchino:

She has come across all kinds of kids in her orphanage. Shy and introverted ones, extroverted ones eager to prove themselves. But she has never come across one like you, which puts her a bit at a loss of what to do with you, because her normal disciplining is not working. Despite her efforts to hide it, all the other kids can see you’re definitely her favorite, and often flock around you to pester you with questions. A lot of them like to watch you do air punches and kicks so the orphanage is often lively now.

I can see Arlecchino being pretty overprotective of you, simply because she’s seen a lot of kids get hurt due to carelessness and mistakes so she frequently makes sure you’re not alone. In return, she’ll let you carry on for however long about anything you want. She’s a very good listener and has a good memory.

La Signora:

The one who has the urge to protect you from all horrors of this world the most. She lost her lover and her own humanity a long time ago, and to think about losing you brings her pain. Therefore, she’d much rather have you by her side as she yells at the new recruits rather than out in the world fighting people. There’s not much she can do about the craziness, but she tries to explain to you not to get into too much danger. You don’t know who you could lose, or what happens when someone loses you. You don’t understand much, but La Signora looks solemn and sad during these moments, so you tone down a bit and just lay in her lap while she strokes your hair. Likes to dress you up and do pretty hairstyles, eat good food, and generally do fun stuff with you. You should enjoy life for what it is while you can.

Pantalone:

Still spoils the hell out of you. He doesn’t know your backstory or childhood but he assumes it must not be good because of how you are now, which is something Pantalone can relate to a lot. So a lot of the time, he just spoils you, enough to forget about anything else. Often times he likes to sit there and watch you open all of your gifts. Pantalone stays in Snezhnaya most of the time and uses his experience to convince you to stay with him instead of trying to go out into danger. Instead teaches you accounting business and becomes your economics teacher so you can assist him (it doesn’t work very well.)

Sandrone:

She turns people into puppets and robots, so Sandrone can’t comment much on how you are, but she’s still gonna stop you from going out and committing mischievous acts. The kind of sibling who has her Automatons stand guard at every possible exit, even the windows, to prevent you from sneaking out and trying to go on a mission with everyone else. When you come back all cute and pouty, complaining about how strict she is, she just lets her other robots soothe you until you forget about it.

Childe:

In a way, you remind him of how he was when he was a kid. Childe doesn’t think he was as crazy as you though, and he did have a normal childhood before he fell into the Abyss, but he knows about the insatiable urge for battle and fighting. So he understands how you are a lot. The only thing is that he doesn’t want you to grow up into a killing machine like him. So he tries his best to expose you to normal kid things, and keep you away from all the bloody and gory stuff. Even when you beg him to let you come on a mission with him, or even to go clean up some Treasure Hoarders, he’ll say no every time since he really doesn’t want the image of him in blood etched into your mind.

He really loves when you get all adorable with him. You asking him to tell you a story? He’s buying all the bedtime story books across Teyvat and reading you to sleep every day. When he makes you meals and you get all pouty and pick out all the vegetables? He thinks it's so sweet and already considers you part of his family. But then you give him whiplash when you’re the first to offer to take out a target. Childe has already accepted that you’re not going to change your crazy tendencies, but he’s made it his responsibility to preserve your innocence and childhood, if only a little bit.

Time Reversing Magic:

When you told them you could reverse time, none of them really took you seriously. After all, kids tend to have a lot of daydreams and made-up abilities. But for once you actually seemed serious and said the first time you did it, you fell asleep for a week. And as kids get when people don’t believe them, you insist on proving your ability to them. Some of them find it cute how persistent you are, others are interested in why you chose to lie about time reversing of all things. Until they realize you aren’t lying.

You dropped a plate on the floor, and it clattered and broke into pieces. And then you closed your eyes and focused your energy on your hand directed at the plate. Before everyone knew it, the plate was back on the table unbroken, and you were lying on the floor. Chaos ensues.

The most interested one has to be Dottore of course. How did you do that? What kind of childhood did you have to develop that ability? Who are your parents? Are you even human? What are the consequences of this power? Then there are the ones who don’t really want you to use your power. What if you get seriously injured from using it too much or too long? They don’t want to see you hurt. You won’t have to use it anyway, they can protect you well enough. If anything, I think Pierro would know the most and be able to help you control it. He knows about Khaenri’ah’s secrets so he would know about all ancient types of magic.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #scaramouche x reader #pierro x reader #capitano x reader #childe x reader #columbina x reader #la signora x reader #arlecchino x reader #sandrone x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui

[blackcatsnstrawberries]

Post HOFAS Thoughts

Obviously everything below here is a spoiler, so read at your own risk.

This isn't going to be in any particular order, just as things pop into my head.

What I liked

How Bryce and the ACOTAR characters weren't buddy-buddy at all. It's was more realistic that both groups would be super hesitant of the other

Nesta's characterization- wonderful, stunning, powerful. This is the Nesta that ACOSF deserved and didn't get.

Bryce and Nesta's reluctant friendship, I loved that these two misunderstood women were able to create even just a minimum bond

Az and Nesta asking about the cell phone, amazing (BC)

Understanding the death mask and it's abilities more.

The information dump about Theia- I did not like how much of it there was to process BUT I loved how the characters saw the evil the Fae had brought with their colonization and did not try to bury that.

Bryce stealing TT, Az wasn't giving that up and it would be out of character for him to do so (unless he was giving it to his mate (🌷)

I kind of liked the Sassy Asteri (Verperous?)

Ruhn cracking jokes about two angels and a Fae walking into a dungeon- hilarious

Lidia's arc was interesting seeing as she has murdered and tortured people before she defected, but SJM was able to give her a redemption arc where people aren't forgiving her for that past, but seeing her for trying to make amends in the present/future. That is a hard arc to pull off.

Lidia nuzzling Ruhn before running off my god my heart

Hypaxia dumping Celestina (good), getting thrown out of her coven (bad) and THEN becoming the head of the HOFAS? Yas Queen! Slay!

Hunt working through his PTSD and Bryce giving him tough love about it, either you're with us or you're not. I know it's harsh but with what was going on it was realistic.

Ithan becoming prime

Sabine dying and being thrown into a sewer. TBH the sewers deserve better.

Hypaxia in general. No one in this series would be anywhere without her. I said what I said.

Tharion stepping up to marry Sathia (was that her name) More on this f*cker later

This one is weird: the torture chamber. SJM made that as messy as possible. She did not have to mention the poop and pee on the floor (these things happen during torture, but it's not exactly sexy for 3 characters to be rolling in it) so props to her I guess? Told you it's a weird one

Bryce and Ruhn taking down Fae Kings and making Avellen a Fae paradise WITH PEGASUS!!!!

The Princes of the Pit. I want them to have their own series omg.

LIDIA TORCHING POLLUX AND EVERYONE

Did I mentioned wanting more of the Princes of the Pit?

Bryce killing and Asteri by hand. Again, slay Queen.

Sahar coming in at the end and helping Hunt save Bryce

JESIBA! My girl sacrificing herself for her assistant (I laughed while crying)

Nesta and Ember's relationship

Bryce dismantling the Fae monarchy.

Ruhm calling Rhys something along the lines of "that High Lord dude." Yes. Excellent. More people need to do this.

Bryce and Hunt being endgame. Forever. Full stop.

What I didn't like

Bryce seemed to lose a few brain cells in this book...like opening the sarcophagus of an Asteri is dumb...

Bryce hearing Azriel when he was following her and Nesta- Cassian even said in ACOSF that unless Az wanted to be heard, you don't hear him.

Az using his power to try and bind the Asteri- bb no. They absorb that, did you also lose brain cells since ACOSF?

THARION YOU DUMB MF. This man pissed me off so much with all his bad choices one after another since the end of HOSAB.

Sigrid? Like...what was the point of her? Literally it was WE HAVE A NEW FENDYR ALPHA! Oh no I accidentally decapitated her....like what?

Ariadne was there and then not and then there. Ok?

Pollux.

Ithan's b plot, which I understand why it was there, really slowed down the pacing.

All the middle fingers? Why was everyone just flipping everyone else off all the time?

Also lines like this showed up a few times, "it could have been minutes, years really." When something was happening...like what?

I love me spicy scenes, they were awkwardly placed in this story.

RUHN AND LIDIA JUST LIKE NOT CARING THAT DEC AND FLYNN WERE MISSING?

What I think will happen next

SJM said we're getting more CC books, I am thinking they are going to focus more on other potential couples now that Bryce and Hunt's story has seemingly ended. And I swear if Bryce is pregnant in the next one...

I think a big all out war is coming (in ACOTAR) against the Asteri/Daglan somehow, and all characters from all three world with go to Prythian for a battle

Lidia is absolutely a decedent of Aelin and Rowan so that has to play out somehow.

Lidia's kids are going to become important- I am wondering about their bio dad because it's said he was a shifter, and this is me being all conspiracy theory but: What if their bio dad was a descendent of Fenrys? They are twins, one with fair hair (Fenrys) one with dark hair (Connall) and we don't know their abilities yet...it's a reach but I am calling it

Monarchy systems of government suck, democracy all the way, but uh here's to hoping SJM writes one in that works better than what most democratic countries have (looking at you USA)

The emo like Reaper that Hypaxia used to compare samples to, I am curious if he is going to turn into someone/something in later books. Just the whole scene seemed like he would become important later on. I don't know it's just a feeling.

As I have more time to process and marinate with this book I'll probably add more. In the end I'd give HOFAS a 3.5/5 it got bogged down quite a bit with exposition, characters just making dumb choice after dumb choice, and plot lines seemingly leading to nowhere. Bryce and Hunt remained a really strong FMC/MMC lead, my fav of all the series, the side characters were mostly interesting and kept everything going (looking at you Ithan) but all and all, I enjoyed the book!

#house of flame and shadow #hofas spoilers #hofas theory #crescent city #crescent city 3 #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #lidia cervos #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #sjm universe #sjm multiverse #sjm crossover #jesiba roga #ithan holstrom #tharion ketos #hypaxia enador #tristan and declan

[ghostlygeto]

“I didn’t know where else to go” with armin pls? you know the vibes 🤙🏻🖤

i rewrote this 3 times bc i couldn’t get it right. but i think i like this version :’) the ending is meh but i hope you’ll forgive me <3

pairing: armin arlert x reader

warnings: angst!!!!!!! but happy(?) ending. eren is a shit bag (nothing srs, has a bad temper but doesn’t go into details), armin loves u so bad but was mean :( not proof read

wc: 710

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

2:33am.

You didn't know who was pounding on your at this hour, but you were ready to lay into them. You didn't have any missed calls or texts, so you knew it wasn't one of your friends in an emergency. However as soon as you looked through your peephole and saw a very upset looking Armin, all of your anger went away.

As soon as you opened the door, he practically fell into your arms. If he had come to you this way six months ago you'd be less confused, but now it's different. You broke up and haven't spoken in nearly half a year. So Armin, finding himself at apartment door at nearly 3am, was strange.

"Armin are you okay? What are you doing here?" You slowly sank down right there in your doorway so you were both seated on the floor, "Is everyone okay?"

Armin just shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He didn't mean to show up here, not at nearly 3am when he knew you had an early class the next day. Not when you hadn't spoken in six months because of something he said to you.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't know where else to go," He leaned away from your shoulder and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands. "Eren got shitty again, y'know how he does. He threatened me and made me leave and I just. I didn't have anywhere else," He didn't even have here, he knew that. He was overstepping being here.

But that didn't matter. You knew what Eren was like when he lost his temper, you had been on the receiving end of it a few times. It was scary. "I told you you could always come here if he ever got bad, I meant it." Even though it killed you to see Armin right now, you'd rather him be here safe than there. "I'd never want you to stay where you aren't safe."

For some reason, that made him cry harder. He couldn't remember if he even got to apologize to you. All he wanted was for this to be okay again. To go back to how they were before. "I'm sorry, y/n."

"You don't have to be sorry. Let's stand up okay? Go to the couch. Do you want some hot coco?" You rubbed his back before standing up and offering him your hand, "The way you like it."

Despite you keeping your composure, you felt like you were about the burst. Part of you wanted to yell at him, for coming here in the middle of the night when you told him you never wanted to see him again. But the other part of you felt thankful, you missed him. You missed his smell, the way he said your name, the way he felt so right next to you.

You felt his absence as soon as you stood. Your heart begging for him to reclaim his spot next to you. But he didn’t. He went to the couch as you instructed.

“You can stay here tonight if you need,” You offered, hanging him his hot chocolate the way he loves it best, with a little bit of cinnamon and lots of mini marshmallows. “I have class in the morning but I can miss if you need me to.”

“y/n no I could never ask you to miss class, especially not tomorrow morning’s. It’s important for your major,” Armin shook his head, dismissing your words. Now that he was calmed down, he felt dumb. Running to you like a little kid because his friend yelled at him. He should’ve just locked himself in his room and waited it out like he usually would.

“Making sure you’re okay is more important than anything else,” You admitted, “I’m sure someone can send me their notes for the day. I want to stay here with you,”

Something about your tone of voice and the look on your face told Armin all he needed to know. Tomorrow, after you would both wake up in different rooms of your apartment, he would apologize. He’d beg for your forgiveness and ask that you give him a second chance.

And you’d say yes without hesitation.

angst sentence prompts

comments, reblogs, requests n likes appreciated <3

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #armin arlert #armin aot #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin angst #armin arlert angst #armin drabble #armin x y/n #mine !!

[broodsys]

listen. listen to me. you all need to know that my lavellan commissioned a strap-on from arcanist dagna.

I'm still writing the full fic and the rest is quite dirty but this first part isn't and I'm just gonna post it here bc I can't get over it At All

She visited the Undercroft frequently, so Harritt was unsurprised when she came in today, just nodding. She tried to casually make her way towards Dagna, staring out at the view. The dwarf turned to face her as she approached with a bright smile. "Inquisitor! What can I do for you?"

"Well, actually…" This seemed like such a good idea in her head. After all, where else could she go? She'd be recognized anywhere. She sighed, pushing her hair away from her face - a nervous motion, particularly since it wasn't in her face. "I have a… private request." Dagna gave her a curious look and she sighed again. "Very private. I, uh, wrote it down. Can you take a look?"

"I… yes? I mean, I'd be happy to, Inquisitor. Whatever you need."

"Okay, but can you keep it a secret? From everyone? Um. Forever?"

"...yes?" Dagna appeared equal parts curious and confused now. Oh well. She took the leather scroll with the parchment inside it and handed it to Dagna.

"Don't laugh," she said after a moment, earning a raised brow and slow nod as the other woman slowly unfurled the paper. Dagna took a quick look before raising a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle. She squeezed her eyes shut at the woman's glee, but was grateful for the attempted propriety, anyway.

"I, um. Wow. Okay." Dagna stared for a moment longer before rolling the parchment up again, clearing her throat. "This is… interesting."

"Yes, yes. Is it possible?"

"Oh, definitely! I mean, this should be easy compared to what you've been asking me to make." She let out a slow breath, nodding. "I assume you want it, ah, functional? I mean, nothing… fancy?"

"Absolutely nothing fancy," she said firmly. "Simple materials only. Please don't give it a life of its own." Dagna snorted.

"Can do. Wow. Um, can I ask, the belt measurements…?" She closed her eyes again, counting to three before opening them.

"Mine." They already had everyone's sizes. That part should be easy. Dagna grinned and nodded.

"And the, uh, other measurements?" Oh, this conversation was going to kill her.

"Can I just… gesture?" Dagna nodded, grinning widely. She sighed and made a circle with her forefinger and thumb, not too wide. After a moment Dagna nodded. She then held her hands apart, decently long. The arcanist snorted a little before nodding again.

"Got it. Okay. This is gonna be… something else, Inquisitor."

"Remember: a secret. Forever."

"No problem. Pretty sure no one would believe me, anyway." Well. She wasn't sure she agreed, but it was a comfort anyway.

"When should I come to pick it up?" Dagna looked away, muffling another giggle. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"If you can get Harritt to step out, I can probably have it to you by tonight." The arcanist arched a brow, looking quite smug. "Don't want to keep you waiting, my lady." Oh dear. She'd never live this down.

"Very well. Tonight." Dagna nodded and she turned on her heel, walking towards Harritt - trying to look subtle as he attempted to eavesdrop. "Harritt! I hear Horsemaster Dennet needs a smith to come look at the stables. Maybe the horseshoes? Come with me!"

"But Inquisitor, shouldn't I-"

"Oh, come now. It'll just be for the day. Get you out of the forge for a while, right?"

"I, uh. Yes'm."

"Great, come with me then. Oh, and maybe I'll have you look at my door, it's been squeaking something fierce lately-"

#sry not sry #ive been giggling abt this all day

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aaa fic requests open………… hoffheight love languages……… (but they dont label their relationship bc inner turmoil of being apprentices ;-;)

hello anon!! first of all this was a very delightful prompt. saw rarepairs (regardless if i ship them) are so fun to me !! hoffheight especially, i think they're slept on (by myself also, tbh.) i thought about the best approach to take so as not to make this too long, and initially decided to pick a handful, out of the five, which i thought most would be best suited to them. those being: quality time, physical touch, gift giving. this is very funny, as it still turned out to be excessively long (normally, these are 500 words—somehow i've ended up with 1600 words here.) therefore, i've decided to post it also my ao3 & the link to it, should you wanna bookmark or what have you, can be found at the bottom. i hope you enjoy! thanks for sending in a prompt, once again! p.s. i'm getting around to writing everything everyone's sent in! i just find myself a little more inclined to first jump into the prompts i know i'm gonna do without much trouble. chainshipping, while largely what i'm getting the reqs for, isn't my forte, hence the wait. but i'm trying!

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‼️SAW REQS STILL OPEN‼️

The Apprentices, despite their shared unshakable tendency to slip into petty conflicts with one another on an hourly basis, appeared to work oddly well together; like a well-oiled machine. Left-brain, right-brain, and their brawn; Lawrence's steady hand, Amanda's creativity, Mark's ability to put it all into motion.

If they were a machine, then Adam was surely the cog that didn't quite mesh with all the other moving parts. Perpetually on the fringes of the warehouse, uncertainly hovering about—passing a wrench here and a drill there—until inevitably slinking off with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He didn't fit, and he wasn't even really sure he wanted to.

Wasn't sure whether he'd fit anywhere else, either.

He'd always moved through the world with a sense of displacement; as if something had plucked him off some distant planet and dumped him here, only to cruelly leave him to his own devices. Because Adam's life was also a fucking joke, whatever higher power lurked out there must've also seen it fit to exacerbate said feeling. If there'd ever been any hope of an eventual breakthrough—any hope he might stop listlessly flopping on dry land and find a suitable body of water to slip into—it'd sure been squandered now. With something of a bitter chuckle, Adam had the thought he might walk the length of the Amigara Fault without ever stumbling upon his own hole, too. (Well, at least that meant he was safe! Safety being, of course, a commodity these days.)

“Adam?”

The sound of his name bouncing off of the warehouse walls broke him out of that depressing little reverie he'd embarked on. Somewhere out of sight, the clanking of metal against metal; the noise was sharp and, by rights, ought to be annoying if not outright grating on the ears. Unfortunately, he'd gotten used to it. Didn't bother him half as much as it really should.

“Yeah?” he called out—though set down the camera he'd been fucking around with (hopelessly fucking broken after he'd knocked it off the table last week), letting his legs carry him to the machine Mark had been working on for the past hour. “Need help?”

“Nah,” the other man shook his head, rogue droplets of sweat flying every which way. “This should be done.”

Mark stood up on slightly shaky feet, dusting himself off. Adam supposed working for Jigsaw was as good exercise as any: his skin glistened beneath the pallid light overhead, face appropriately ruddy. (His own cheeks must've decided to take inspiration from it, flushing in tandem.)

“I was thinkin',” he continued, hands on his hips, “You've been cooped up in this dump too long. Wanna get out of here?”

Yes. Dear god, please.

But, Adam would never go down that easy. Pointedly, he adopted the same stance, accentuating the jut of one hip, and—with a scoff: “Way to treat me like y'all's dog, some fucking... charity case stray. What, we're gonna walk 'round the block so I can sniff about and take a piss? How big of you, Mark, thanks for the enrichment.”

Mark rolled his eyes, hardly the one to fall for the theatrics. (He was no Amanda.) “What's crawled up your ass tonight, then?”

“Nothing!” he huffed, “I'm just saying it how it is. Got the leash ready, then? I'm really itching to pay a visit to that fire hydrant—”

A strong hand fisted itself into the front of his shirt, tugged him up to the very tips of his toes—at which point, he was being shut up in the most cliché-but-effective way possible. Mark, ever the cavalier, let go of him with all the consideration one might let go of a garbage bag. Adam stumbled back, slightly dazed by the kiss and thrown off-balance—figuratively and literally. “Stop pouting and get dressed.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Something fancy?”

Mark snorted, “No.”

-

A bowling alley.

A bowling alley.

Adam had a hard time believing it. Out of all places in the world, a bowling alley? (What were they, sweaty seventeen-year-olds making the best out of the spare change left over from lunch that week?)

In the dimly lit space, he leaned against the worn wooden railing, eyes fixed on Mark as the other stood poised at the edge of a polished lane. His face was scrunched up with a frankly disturbing level of focus; two massive hands firmly gripped a ball, fingers knuckle-deep in its holes. With a smooth, practiced motion, Mark swung his arm back and then forward, releasing it with a precise flick of the wrist. The ball glided down the lane and—crash—it sent the pins scattering, every last one of them.

When Mark turned, pride and triumph etched into every little line of his face, Adam... was a little smitten, alright? Watching him trudge over, eclipsing the colorful lights behind him, Adam soon found himself rather crowded against that railing. “Getting a kick out of showing off?” he needled.

“Yes.”

“God, you're sooo...” Adam groaned, head thrown back. Laughing, despite himself. He felt two thick arms encircle him, peel him off the railing, press him up against a plush chest and a soft stomach.

(It was not lost on him, despite the illusion of privacy in this here corner, that they were in public. All but asking to be seen—which was far from their usual gig.)

“Sooo what?” Mark hummed, grinning.

“Shameless.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“The right amount,” Mark leaned down, making the most out of the situation by placing a shockingly chaste kiss to the underside of Adam's jaw, the drag of his stubble tickling just enough to chase a giggle out of him. “You like it.”

“That's a bold statement right there,” murmured Adam, letting his arms fall about Mark's shoulders; so broad, his hands didn't meet in the middle. The reminder of this man's sheer proportions, as ever, sent a little thrill through him.

“You gonna deny it?” Another kiss, a little to the left. Adam was impressed for the fact his knees hadn't yet given out. Granted, he did have supports.

“Mm, maybe,” he hummed, letting his eyes fall shut, fingers digging ever so slightly into the fabric of Mark's shirt. “Possibly. Depends.”

Mark hummed against the front of Adam's throat, the sound more so felt than heard in the way it reverberated throughout the column of his neck, thrumming along the underside of Adam's skin. On a whim, he hooked his ankle around one of Mark's legs.

“Y'know, we've still got an hour on this lane...”

“Wow,” Adam intoned dryly, “Truly didn't cheap out on me here. And you've got your priorities straight. Can't believe I'm not being mobbed by your manifold suitors every day of the week. Should probably start hitting the gym, you know, fend them off easier...”

“Lucky you're easy on the eyes,” remarked Mark, tone measured—though there was a warmth in his eyes, “'cause that mouth is doing you no favors.”

Adam cracked a smile, reveling in his turn to be a smug shit.

-

By this point, Adam had developed a strong sense that something wasn't right. Not to say something was wrong per se, but... Well, they'd been driving for upwards of thirty minutes now—and they still weren't home. ('Home' was used, here, very loosely.) He was quite certain it hadn't taken them even half as long to reach their very romantic destination initially. So, what gives?

In any case, Mark's hand was warm where it lay on his thigh. Very rarely did it move, only to switch gears on the odd occasion—and just as quickly, it’d return to its post. They haven't spoken much, but they didn't need to. The silence enveloping them was comfortable and cozy, like a blanket straight out of the dryer on a cold night. An oldies station played very softly, so much so Adam could hardly pick apart the words.

Frankly, he could doze off.

Out of nowhere (and perhaps it was a good thing, as his eyelids had gotten concerningly droopy), Mark spoke up. “There's uh,” he cleared his throat, “something in the back.”

Adam, too tired to needle ('There's uh, something in the back'—are you a caveman?), twisted in the passenger's seat to the best of his ability, pawing at the—true to his word—a box wrapped in brown paper. It sat just out of his reach. Took a few tries to propel it toward himself.

He looked at Mark, an eyebrow quirked.

“Well,” the other's eyes were firmly affixed to the road ahead, perhaps stubbornly so, “Open it.”

“It's for me?”

“Might be, if I don’t change my mind.”

Needing not be told twice, Adam swiftly undid the wrapping, balled it and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

Then stared, mouth agape, at that which was revealed.

A camera.

“How did you—”

“I didn't do anything,” Mark blurted out, tone on the side of defensive for some odd reason, “It was all Amanda. And Lawrence. I just did the wrapping, that's all.”

Adam couldn't tear his eyes away, turning the box this way and that (even though he couldn't really read or see much of anything, dark as it'd gotten.) A well-timed glance in Mark's direction—just as drove beneath a street-light—revealed a deep blush staining his cheeks, seemingly spreading down his neck.

Adam’s lips twitched. His throat tightened. His heart throbbed.

Softly, fondly, he said: “I can tell. It looked like shit.”

(He’d bet all his life savings—granted, there wasn't much there, but it was the thought that counted—that Amanda and Lawrence had less than nothing to do with this.)

“It did, didn't it?” Mark smiled, shoulders sagging. Perhaps with relief.

Adam set his hand atop Mark's, still sat on his thigh. Squeezed.

The silence resumed.

#saw #saw fanfic #hoffheight #adam faulkner stanheight #mark hoffman #n #fic request

[twsted-idiot]

Rambling Abt my bsd ocs :3

Dimitri doesn't have a reason to be a terrorist. Like he had a pretty normal life. He literally does it for fun and fame. But he's always sorta been like that (a sadomasochistic freak /aff) he ran away around 16 on his own accord, but had a fairly normal life before that.

^he fucking LOVES using his ability, just for the fuck of it. Like. He'll put himself in Wonderland just bc he's bored. Or he'll pull shit out of Wonderland 💀 like. He's let the Cheshire cat out in Sigma's casino before (Sigma was livid over it)

Akira and Chuuya are locked in fr 😭 IF ONE OF THEM GOES THEY'RE BOTH GOING LIKE...shes one of the only people that's stayed by his side since they met. Neither of them are going anywhere.

Yūrei refuses to interact w anyone until she goes downstairs n gets coffee from the cafe below the Ada building, but she usually gets coffee for anyone else who regularly drinks it (Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Ranpo, and Yosano. I refuse to believe Dazai drinks coffee, and Atsushi switches up his drinks. Ranpo puts more creamer and sugar than coffee 😭😭)

^ like she’ll just ignore them until she gets back upstairs (unless it’s actually something of major importance) but everyone’s accustomed to it at this point n they honestly think it’s kinda funny. She doesn’t have any close (related) family besides her mother (they don’t have the best relationship) so she typically stays in the room provided by the Ada

Akira really doesn’t have any personal grudges against anyone in the Ada besides Dazai, so she typically avoids conflict outside of work. She won’t outright try to fight Dazai unless it’s for work, but they’re not on good terms either.

Dimitri joined the Rats in the house of the dead/ Angels of Decay when he ran away (so around 16)

Akira joined the Port Mafia when Chuuya did, even though she was only 12 (wasn't an executive till later on lmao 😭)

^ "why did she join so young?" She didn't know how to control her ability when she was younger, n she ended up (accidentally) killing her mother. She ended up in the Sheep's territory and (though reluctant at first) they took her in :3 (Chuuya n the others helped her w her ability <3)

"that's so cringe" shut the fuck up I made her lore like two years ago n I'm not changing it.

Yūrei joined the ada at 13, so she's only been there for about a year (she's 14)

Akira calls Atsushi "kid" even though she's only a year older.

Dimitri can actually be really sweet when he wants to be, he just likes to be a pain in the ass <3

#Oc: Akira Sakamoto #Oc: Yūrei Shio #Oc: Dimitri Ivanov

[allergic-to-color]

A Very Merry Wenclair Family Christmas

DISCLAIMER!!! if y'all are looking for soft wenclair christmas content, you may be slightly disappointed... it started off as that, but at some point this literally just became me heavily projecting onto wednesday bc honestly the same thing happens to me during the holidays, it just gets to be too much and yeah- anyway enjoy fhdjfjfkdk

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Christmastime, Wednesday's favorite time of the year. It was the last day of class before winter break, and the raven-haired girl was absolutely dreading it. Not that she didn't want to see her family, (although, perhaps that was also part of it.), but she was just getting used to being away from home for so long, and then there was Enid...

Normally, there should be decorations, the whole building lit up like a Christmas tree, but Weems couldn't be bothered to spend the school's budget on something that would only be taken down again in January, so she didn't really see the point in it. So the halls of Nevermore remained dark, and cold. As cold as Wednesday's mother's heart, she thought.

While everyone else was getting excited and ready to go home for a few weeks, there was Enid, alone, sitting on her bed next to a packed suitcase and trying not to have a full on breakdown after the phone call she'd just had with her mother. The pure rage she felt, while at the same time, a deep sadness washing over her, there wasn't a single person that could possibly understand her pain right now.

What was she going to do? She didn't have anywhere else to go. She thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would accept her now that she'd finally transformed. But it didn't change a single thing. The Lycan felt absolutely shattered and nothing could make things better in the moment. Down the hall, Ms. Thornhill could hear the whimpers and cries from Enid, so she decided to investigate.

“G-Go away..” the blonde mumbled as she heard the woman's footsteps approaching the door. She thought it was Wednesday. Cautiously, Thornhill opened the door, making her way to the young girl's bed and having a seat on the end. “What's wrong, honey?” she asked in a soft tone, not wanting to startle her student. With a deep breath, Enid just mumbled out in a barely audible voice; “icantgohomeforchristmas”.

The woman was confused at first, but then it all clicked immediately after, and she just placed a comforting hand on Enid. “Did you wanna talk about it?” The girl sighed and shook her head, curling up with her blanket and crying some more. She cried her little heart out until it stopped hurting.

“I'll be right back, okay?” and she left the room, returning about 15 minutes later with Ms. Weems. The older woman had made a call to Wednesday's parents and made arrangements for Enid to spend the holidays with her family, which of course they were hesitant about — but knowing that Enid was her closest friend, they agreed.

Once the two women let Enid know the arrangements, now all that was left was to wait for the raven-haired girl to return and they'd be sent on their way.

Wednesday's POV:

“Thing. Help me with these bags.” I said as I opened the door to my dormitory, which wasn't something I was exactly looking forward to, seeing as it's Christmas time, and principal weems said that I couldn't stay at Nevermore for the holidays, since nobody would be here— to which I told her that I actually prefer it that way. Where was I? Oh. Right. Thing didn't move. Or 'say' anything, I honestly think that if he had the ability to, he'd be giving me the dirtiest look and rolling his eyes right at the command. Perhaps next time I should be more polite. But probably not.

It isn't until I take my headphones off that I even notice that Enid is sitting on her bed, she looks sad, (I think) and she's got company. My eyes widen and I take a step back as I realize it's my teacher, and principal. Acknowledging their presence with a nod, I wait for one of them to explain why they're here. They tell me that I'm being forced to take wolf girl home with me. I'm thrilled, really. I don't even waste my breath making an argument, as I've grown quite fond of Enid, and I don't really have any other choice.

Meanwhile, in the car on the way to the Addams family home....

Enid had somehow managed to sneak her hand over to Wednesday's and rested it there for the remainder of the car ride, unnoticed— or, if Wednesday had noticed, she just didn't say anything, and that's honestly what Enid was hoping. “Enid.” The girl muttered, staring down at their hands before staring back out the window. She wasn't usually one for small talk, so the rest of the trip was mostly silent after that....whether that was by choice or not, neither of the girls were really sure.

“Wednesday?” Enid tapped her friend on the shoulder and immediately she was startled awake, turning to the blonde and staring at her through hooded eyes, she hated being woken up... almost as much as she hated unprompted touches. “Sorry. It's just—” she pointed out the window as they approached a large, creepy looking mansion on a hill at the end of a long, winding driveway. It sort of reminded Enid of Nevermore. “Your house is so big...” she said with a smile and Wednesday just nodded.

If she was being honest, holidays weren't ideal for her. But, her parents were usually very understanding of her needs and things were kept lowkey. This Christmas, however, they would have a few unexpected visitors...

As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Wednesday had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it wasn't pleasant, but she sucked it up and put her headphones back on, so she could try and make it through the next few weeks with her sanity somewhat in tact. Morticia wasn't really a holiday person herself, either, but she couldn't pass up this opportunity to get to know the girl who her daughter had been getting close to over the last year or so. It was rare that Wednesday let anyone in, so you could imagine how her parents were feeling. Let's just say, those feelings were.....mixed.

In front of the house was all-black string lights, some leftover Halloween decorations, christmas-ified, nothing too colorful or bright, just how Wednesday liked it. Although, it did spook the young Lycan just a little bit.

Once they got up to the house, Lurch let the girls out of the car and helped with their bags, Morticia and Gomez were already waiting in the doorway, practically attached at the hip. Wednesday found this nauseating. “There's my little viper!” Gomez smiled as he greeted the raven, he wasn't too sure about the brightly colored girl next to her. They'd both met her, but it was only briefly, so they were hesitant about a stranger staying in their home. But they had always been open-minded, so they were willing to give her a chance. Besides, it wasn't like they'd be keeping her as a pet...

“Hello, darling.. welcome home.” Morticia's eyes scanned over her daughter and she noticed that she was acting strange, and not in the usual way. Not in the Addams way. “Oh, what is it, dear? has a cat got my little raven's tongue?” she spoke in a calming tone with genuine concern as she broke away from her husband, hands coming up to cup Wednesday's face. The girl just nodded and looked away, sighing.

Enid looked over, concerned about her and whimpered quietly. “Do you need anything? How can we help?” The older woman asked, but all Wednesday could do was shake her head ‘no’. The girl hated when she got this way, it made her feel weak, it was rare, but she hate it nevertheless. But her parents, and Enid were thankfully very patient with her, they knew it wasn't a choice, and she just needed to take some time to herself to recharge.

Wednesday's POV (again):

I don't know why this happened, earlier I was fine, but it's like my thoughts are racing, I just can't get them out. I wish I wasn't like this, but I know that I can't change it, I can only adapt. I'm just glad that Thing taught me sign language and I've learned to use that for simple communication when I cannot speak. I look forward to just spending the evening alone in my bedroom. But then I look up, and see that my Uncle, cousin Itt, and my grandmother (who I honestly didn't even know was still alive at this point.). Great. They're all here for the holidays... yay... I sigh deeply and march straight up to my bedroom.

No surprise, Enid's following right behind me like some sad little pup. She's the only person who I think I can tolerate right now, she doesn't always know how to help, or what to say— but honestly I'm just.....appreciative of her support.. I don't know if she knows that, I don't exactly know how to express that, but I hope she does know.

a few days later...

It'd been a few days since Wednesday had said a single word, the stress and sensory overload were too much to handle. God, she hated this. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas and having conversations and being together, but she couldn't bring herself to take part, she just wished she could be with Enid alone and watch Christmas movies with her. She hated them, but she loved making fun of horrible movies and they were honestly worse than horror movies to her. Enid was the complete opposite.

The Lycan knew to keep her distance unless she was specifically asked for, she was mostly quiet other than to ask if Wednesday needed anything. This wasn't exactly how either of them planned for this break to go, but they honestly just enjoyed each other's company, Enid was Wednesday's comfort person. Whether she made that known or not. “Hey, Wedn—” The blonde finally broke the days-long silence, the raven girl just glared at her, annoyed. “........Yeah.” It was more of a statement than a question, she wasn't really up for conversation just yet, forcing even the simple response felt like climbing mount everest. “Sorry. I know you're struggling, it's just— I wanted to say , Merry Christmas. I'm really glad you let me stay with you all this time, I don't want to be an annoyance, but yeah. I hope I'm not. Sorry.” Enid sighed, grabbing a gift from beside her side of the bed and handed it to the raven. “ what's this. ” wednesday looked up at her best friend , skeptical. “just open it, you silly! I promise you will like it. I hope so, anyway.” the lycan beamed at her, studying her every move and subtle changes in expression, anxious to see what she thought about her present.

to be continued because I keep forgetting about this and it's been a while since I wrote it 😭 merry christmas tho djdjsjfjsjdj. edit: totally did not mean to leave this on a cliffhanger besties my bad I will try to get a part 2 out within the next week or so 🖤

#wenclair #platonic wenclair #christmas #wednesday oneshot #autistic wednesday addams #autistic enid sinclair #nonverbal wednesday #autistic addams family #the whole Addams family is autistic #puppy enid #soft morticia?? #i literally don't know what this is

[banananinjathebomb]

This is just a lil wtf moment .-. hehe

Ngl finance bro from a few months ago has now kind of ruined the prospect of getting back out there.

The man keeps trying to come back like he was rude af and didn't just try to blow past every boundary I placed.

A month ago I was in Urgent Care. I kept passing out and had a bunch of stuff wrong with me.

I told him the week before that I was on meds that made me really drowsy, on fmla and that I didn't really want to go out with him and meet his friends for his birthday. Like we weren't really at that stage yet tbh and I was hugging the toilet all week. I was already a lil peeved bc he'd told me I looked sick af and almost dead when he FT me and I didn't wanna force myself to try and act well when I wasn't.

I was sleeping all week. I didn't go out that week for his or the other 4 birthdays that week. I texted him HBD that morning. He didn't text me back for 6 hours. During which I fell asleep bc again, super ill.

He calls and texts me about 9pm asking what we were doing, if we were still going out. I didn't open it until 5-6am the next morning bc again, I was asleep.... I apologized and was like " I didn't know we had plans??"

Bro literally ghosted me for a week and then only texted me to say I stood him up on his birthday and we whatever we had going on was done.

Which I was a lil sad about, but also relieved bc like.... I don't want that type of person around me and like we hadn't really had a convo about if we were heading anywhere.

Everyone else I couldn't go out for understood and didn't make me feel bad for being chronically ill.

Like it wasn't that I missed it bc I didn't want to celebrate. I offered compromises and two of my best friends also had birthday parties that week and I didn't go to theirs bc of how sick I was...

Fast forward to the last two weeks and he's back trying to get me to text him back.... 🫠🫠🫠

Here's a few of the texts from him in the last two weeks that have made me giggle. 💀💀💀

What the actual fuck. There's only one person I've felt like I actually connected with and it's sure af not this man.

" I like that you don't care about my stuff. 😩"

"No other girl can keep conversations the way you do 🥺"

" why can't you see that we could be a power couple 🥺"

"You're so motivated and you don't care about the stuff other girls do😤😤"

" I like that you're high maintenance, but you don't act like the other girls that are high maintenance😩"

"If you wanted to make up and finally give me a blow job I'd let you 🥺"

" I was just kidding about that last one 🥹 Unless 👀🤔"

" you've ruined dating for me. I hope you know I can't stop thinking about you and I haven't even had sex with you 😤"

" please just text me back. I really need to talk to you and we can go get dinner."

" you want me to tell you how wrong i was??"

" look, you gotta believe me when I say I have never connected with anyone the way I have with you"

"I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say to you. You give the best hugs. You really turned me into George Clooney. I never wanted to settle down with anyone til I met you."

" I've never felt this way with anyone. I don't think you have either. You make me feel really comfortable and I never have had to hide myself around you."

" okay you win, i really really like you and i think you're really pretty."

I know that's not gonna be everyone, but OH. MY. GOD. wtf. Like dude doesn't get to say that, ghost me for a week. Especially after he sent his one lil butthurt text back and he never responded to my genuine texts or called me back while I was open to communicating about it. 🫥🫥🫥

This is gonna be something Imma think about for awhile lmao 💀💀💀

[away-ward]

hello! I wasn’t the anon who sent the last question however I do want to respond to some of the things you pointed. I think your characterization of emmy is way better than mine bc I always want the best for her but that doesn’t mean that the emmy in nf would make the choices I would make if I were in her shoes. I feel like my anger towards will definitely clouds my judgement of what is best for emmy if that makes sense. However, I wanted to point out a quote you said.

“If you love someone, you don't just throw that in their face.”

I agree with this statement, however, will has gone so low to the point where he throws his escapades with alex back at her face. I applaud em for being a better person but in my opinion if will goes low em should go LOWER. I know that that is a petty way of thinking but in em’s case she has to be around alex (around the woman that will has slept with multiple times). I just think it would be unfair for em to have to live with constant reminder’s of will’s past but will never has to live with any reminders of em’s life in san francisco. I just feel like em gets the shorter end of the stick… so if em wants to be petty one day she should have the right to do so.

Also I never know if I come across as harsh or argumentative over anon but I promise you that i’m not trying to be 😭

No worries. I never take it as harsh, unless there's clear hostility. I honestly thought they were new and didn't know what had gone on with No Apologies, which is fine. I just figured I take the opportunity to explain.

I get the desire for Emory to be petty. I've had my daydreams and fantasies too. But the "if they go low, you go lower" is such a horsemen way of looking at things. Who knows, maybe they'll influence her and drag her to that level. As always, Will is the source of his own undoing😂

And about Will throwing Alex in Emory's face being proof of his lack of love doesn't hit the same with me. He was actively denying his feelings and trying to hurt her. I meant if you're in a relationship with someone and you are claiming to love them, you don't say things designed to hurt them, which would be the situation if I were to write a fic where they're married.

People also keep saying that Emory has to keep company with Alex, as if she hasn't also slept with Alex. As if sleeping with Alex is something that's hard to do. As if Alex doesn't roll on her back, legs wide open for just about any character in this series. Pithom crew, Lev, Banks, Rika, Michael, Damon...

Will's not unique.

Emory got the short end of the stick? Everyone in this crew knows exactly how good Alex is, good enough to pay for her college education and a luxury apartment, and they still picked someone else to commit to and love.

Emory knew that Alex wasn't going anywhere when she asked Will to marry her. She's clearly not threatened in the least. Can you imagine? Will sleeps with this girl for the nearly five years and yet the second you appear in the scene and give him a second chance, he never thinks about going back to her? The power trip Emory should feel in Alex's presence?

But I know that most of the readers doubt Will's loyalty and commitment (I don't). And I know PD didn't write the Emory and Alex to have a competition, but if they did, Emory won that round and every round after.

Emory showing up everyday with a satisfied smile on her face, still warm from Will's bed, is petty enough for me.

Thanks for responding! I probably won't ever jump on this train, but I understand it's appeal.

--

Edit: coming back to say that I don't think my characterization of Em is better than any one's. I see her in a certain light, but it's not the correct one. It's just the one I enjoy. PD's proven that I can be so very wrong about these characters. If you see Em being petty and using her past to make Will realize he has a lot to make up for whatever her motive is, that's just as likely as her not doing it.

Sorry, i thought that when I read the ask, but then I never said it and I thought I really needed to😅

#asked and answered #asked and answered 190 #related to prev ask #asked and answered 189 #emory scott #willemmy #my dns tag

[incarnateirony]

When Mary Manchin argued that SPN gets zero market testing, even Destiel, I already had the fucking receipts that we cleared 3 years later safely after much scrutiny.

When Jess of Mary Sue screamed at me that "the authors had no intention" of trying to take Destiel anywhere, early season 14, I stared at her like the unplugged alien she was, while she trumpeted for example how well she knew berens bc she sits at con tables with him but can never read his eyes rolling out of his head.

When season 15 started, i said at the start of the season we were going there. Because, well, it was the first thing he wrote, and his ONLY reason to stay, which is weird for not having intent. But anyway this "STOP GETTING PEOPLES HOPES UP" condescending garbage was so thorough that Natalie Fisher, a real life friend of Meredith Glynn, argued there wouldn't be a confession that year, only a few episodes before it aired, when we already had three layers of leaks, including the script wholesale and some international stuff, like me too/i you

The entire time they barked and barked and omg it happened. Then the ending wiped out and they laughed at my old "spec" along with that confession of roadhouse reunions and more, missing everything else matched up down to events and death order just to pretend they won something.

They screamed and denied anything was removed or omitted or cut then we got the scripts and the cuts. And then they screamed louder, and literally started thanking covid for destroying the ending to give them what they wanted, or as close as they could ever get.

Jensen's graphic designer stared me in the face and told me the pilot was fake when I had a list of like, 30 reasons 100 miles long it was real that they'd never get, and i told them and 2p0 and everyone they were wrong and gasp, they were wrong!! Go figure that winkyface no Danneel DMed you wasn't real, but whatever they sent you last week sure popped ur lid

So then 2P0 tried to hyperfixate on proving the pilot was gonna be dramatically different and way overblew getting shrill about the reshoots, so I went ~somewhere and within 2 hours confirmed the exact nature of the reshoots, which beyond a few additional fills when the whole group came back for ep 2 were mostly finished with the extended pilot shooting, and how small and minor those were--phrasing tweaks, framing and light mood adjustments. Boom, a week later screener drops, says the same damn thing.

This entire thing is a fools errand of dipshits not understanding WHO has reliable info about WHAT and think A Source Is A Source Is A Source, They Know Someone, Right? -- and like, no. now 2p0 out here trying to frantically retool his pilot dialogue less than 2 weeks before the pilot airs and got so fucking up his own ass about it he forgot there were other episodes to track.

Seriously guys. Follow the leak history there and realize just why 2p0 and co are treading water so desperately for a narrative to fix. For years they brushed all of the above events under the rug but it's time to consider them as a complete picture--both what the creatives were fighting for, and how absolutely fucking disconnected 2p0 is. even people with better contact like Jess don't know what the fuck they're doing. They won't tell their real friends like Natalie most of the time. And low ranking workers in one department do not inherently know the business machinations above their paygrade.

It's time for fandom to start boxing this off. to not fall for 2p0's nonsense blending con sizzle reals and official ads to try to make confusion. To delineate the departments and understand who has perspective on what. To know where to reach above that. And to look for caveats or deflections in the way authors speak.

If you guys weren't desperate for anti confirmation biases or bitter confirmation biases, you'd be embarrassed for EVER reading jensen's "a script got leaked" shit the way 2p0 did. he didn't say it was fake, he said it was different, and that's true, they had already revamped the axis mundi visuals even before the reshoots but the song remains the fucking same, dudes, cope.

Look real, real hard at which fandom leakers speak clearly with confidence on these issues, and which ones like 2p0 say a pile of nothing commital so later he can pull one of 5 options out and say he was right. No, we don't do that shit here. That's not being In The Know, that's you not even being able to sort out your fifth degree rumors, what the shit.

History matters here, folks. Don't buy a car with a history of breaking down, and don't follow a blog like 2p0 that perpetually does.

#apollo's curveballs #leak history

[chaos-and-recover]

ngl Children of Ruin flew right over my head bc I am really stupid I guess and shouldn't have attempted to read sci-fi. I did not read Children of Time so maybe that's why. Everyone kept saying it would click by the time I finished but it didn't. Spoilers ahead beware: like I understand we are meant to read the pov of alien beings that are octopuses or spiders, and that being too tech advanced causes issues. The whole "going on an adventure" that everyone says made their jaw drop just flew over my head. Could you explain it maybe? Obviously beneath a read more for spoilers. It's been bothering me. I don't know if I'm trying to see it as more profound than it is and I'm mistaking them being like "oh nooo" as philosophically relevant or if I'm oversimplifying it so that something with plot twisting symbolic stuff about life is a simple "oh crap" idk like I said maybe sci-fi is above my IQ

TBH I haven't read Children of Time yet because for some reason there's a really long wait for it in my library system, but wasn't for Children of Ruin. I'd had them both on my Saved list for like a year and requested both at the same time and CoR came in first; I'm still waiting on CoT.

ANYWAY.

Spoilers below for Adrian Tchaikovsky's Children of Ruin below, if you plan to read that ever (if you like sci fi I recommend it, I'm not usually into sci fi and fuckin loved it)

"We're going on an adventure!" is just utterly terrifying because it's what the organism/parasite/whatever-the-fuck is on Nod that destroys everything says when it takes over a new host. To me it's a mix of wonder and horror because this thing genuinely does just want to explore and learn and see more of the universe than just its home planet (hence why it's so frustrated at the end when it's still been stuck on Nod/in the orbitals/on Damascus for thousands of years and didn't get its adventure) but to do that it's taking over some other being. The way it's introduced with the first infection with Lortisse is so well done because first he starts slipping in "we" in his speech and then there's the narration about him being unable to stop smiling even though it's physically painful and then he says "We're going on an adventure" and that's when he's fully and completely not him anymore.

And then it repeats with Baltiel, when everyone else dies and he escapes Nod and contacts Senkovi to warn him and say they can have no more contact just in case and you think maybe he's ok? But then Senkovi is like "ok so then why are you coming this way" and he's just like "We're going on an adventure!" That one has the added horror because at that point as far as Senkovi knows, he's now the last surviving human anywhere in the entire universe.

tl;dr it's basically just an intensely disturbing line, delivered in an optimistic and upbeat way but if you were to hear it as a character in the novel it means the person saying it to you is no longer your friend/partner/crewmate.

(Also, I don't think getting or enjoying sci fi is a matter of IQ, really just a matter of taste and maybe experience. If you don't read a lot of it there are a lot of tropes and concepts that won't necessarily make sense but I think the very best sci fi can explain things, especially the technology and physics and science-y side, in a way that you might not understand but can still see the internal logic. It needs to have its own rules and stick to them, or anyone is just gonna be utterly lost. But it's also a matter of taste! Just like any genre, it's just not for everyone, and that's cool too. It can be the best written novel of all time with a solid story, flawless logic and science, and sometimes you're just not gonna like it, or it's not gonna click with you, and there's nothing wrong with that)

#children of ruin #adrian tchaikovsky

[daemondaes]

“Hey, you! Get your damn hands off her!” (Bc I need Murray protecting her)

    Cherry Martini suffered from a condition known scientifically as small dog syndrome. Due to her diminutive stature, she tended to put on a face tougher than she felt, but sometimes the feeling was genuine, even when it wasn't warranted. She took pride in her athleticism and worked hard to cultivate her physique. She earnestly believed she could best anyone in a fight—especially now that she was actually practicing self-defense under the guidance of one Murray Bauman. Reality, however, still played by its own set of rules, and when a tipsy Cherry stumbled over the sidewalk's uneven pavement, the liquid courage coursing through her bloodstream would not aid her like Popeye's spinach and give her the strength to tear away from the man beside her.

    Earlier that evening, she experienced her first college party, invited by a friend, Mel, who'd graduated the year before her. If she were younger, it might have been a bigger deal, but if she hadn't messed up so early in her high school career, she would have been a college freshman by now. This was basically her birthright.

    As was typical, she flirted with more than a few people throughout the night, but it didn't mean anything. It was harmless fun, just conversation, and not everyone was receptive to her banter anyway. At least once, she'd made the mistake of coming on to someone who was already spoken for. One man, however, was more receptive than she'd expected. He had expectations of her. Even after she stepped away, he seemed to find himself in the same crowds as her, ostensibly by coincidence. It was turning her night into a real drag. No one liked a Clingy Carl or a Suffocating Sam. The only way to salvage the situation, she decided, was to cut her losses and leave regrettably early.

    She located Mel and thanked her before bidding her farewell. Mel offered to give her a ride home, but, not wanting to cut the party short for anyone else, Cherry assured her that she was fine on her own. She should have seen it coming when just minutes later, heavy footfalls echoed behind her, and the clown she was trying to shake caught up. He asked why she was leaving so soon, which only prompted her to quicken her pace. That was when she tripped. He caught her. She was grateful, if only for the fact that he prevented her total wipe out, but any goodwill she felt evaporated the instant he insisted on taking her home.

    Their only connection was his hand around her wrist, but her disgust was so strong that she was prepared to gnaw her hand off if she had to. "I'm fine, I'm fine! I got it from here. Lemme go so I can go. I don't wanna honk your horn, bozo." She whipped her arm in toward herself, but his grip only tightened as he pulled her closer, like a game of human tug of war. Whatever he began to say was drowned out by her own voice, leaping in volume. "You the dumbest pencil in the box? Beat it, jerk!" Desperately, she willed her brain to recall something, anything, Murray might have taught her in order to use the weight of her opponent against her. She'd even settle for pressure points. Her mind was abandoned alphabet soup, scrambled and lukewarm. Maybe instead of chewing herself free, she'd bite him instead. Her mouth opened once more, but the sound came from just behind her, a voice she would recognize anywhere.

    "Hey, you! Get your damn hands off her!"

    She blinked, then squinted. Whether or not she was sober, whether or not she needed glasses, the image was unmistakably Murray. She couldn't begin to guess what he was doing so close by and at this hour, but her heart ignited with the same burn of vodka in her throat that she associated so closely with him. It was a good warmth, like the hearth in the cold of winter. Her face, however, felt uncomfortably hot, ashamed. If he was going to catch her in such an unfavorable situation, she at least wanted to show him how good a teacher he was. He didn't strike her as someone who cared what others thought of him, but maybe he relished the opportunity to show her his skill in the real world, beyond the makeshift dojo.

    "If you're gonna be a damn hero, hurry it up already!"

#bcldecgle #x. candy from a stranger. #i love bttf sm 😌 u picked a good quote #help me this got long #MMM idk how to tag this bc murray steps in b4 anything really happens but #// #alcohol mention #assault mention #ask to tag

[straykats]

[ static / bang chan ]

wc: 487

a/n: i have an inconsistent but consistent formatting to my fics, sorry. also, if i have a title idea then it gets a title. if i don't, it gets a timestamp. thats how it works. also this made more sense when i wrote it last night but now it doesnt and idk if its bc im tired and the two states of tiredness doesnt cancel out, or if.. smth else, idk. enjoy ehe see u w another wriitng piece in 3 months (jkjk)

Bathed in red, it was like the end of the world had come - and perhaps it had, for Chan’s heart felt like it had stopped alongside everything outside, his breath caught in his throat as he glanced across to the passenger seat. You were leaning on your seatbelt, chest rising and falling gently as the engine lulled you to sleep.

If this was the end, he thought, it wasn't all too bad.

Of course, like any other person, he had his fair share of small regrets. Never getting to try that new ramen place that had just opened down the street from his apartment, never buying a brand new car, never beating the boys in Mario Kart, and you.

Everything always came back to you.

Never being able to tell you he was in love with you would probably be his biggest regret - but he had accepted long ago that this love of his came with the increasingly heavy burden of silence.

He had watched you love everyone and everything with the type of love he himself wished to show you. The show stopping love that turned heads whenever you ran across the room to throw your arms around a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time. The blinding love you radiated while talking about your most favourite things. The soft love you showed in the crinkle or your eyes and lift of your lips when you read a book, the characters playing out the story in your mind.

He wanted to love you with the electrifying love that propelled you, one night long ago, to scream the lyrics of your favourite songs, and no matter how out of tune you were, you had done it all night. You’d woken up with a sore throat the next day, he remembered, for you had called him all croaky and hoarse and he had laughed at you the way someone in love laughs when the subject of their affection is just too endearing. He wants to love you the way you loved the sore throat and raspy voice that morning - with no regrets whatsoever, despite the pain.

But Chan, poor Chan with his unrequited love, could only love you the with a static kind of love - the kind that built up its potential silently inside of something without anywhere to go, forever trapped and unmoving.

Green light filled the car, and it took Chan some effort to pull his gaze away from your sleeping figure - cars across the street had begun to drive again, headlights passing across your features. A mesmerising thing to watch, Chan thinks, but perhaps it was simply because he was in love.

The world was like traffic, unlike his static love. Everything kept moving cyclically, only catching the few unlucky ones every now and then in red light. A momentary pause in the grand scheme of everything.

Chan faces the front again, his foot shifting over to the gas pedal. Someone like him had to move on, eventually.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #bang chan drabbles #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #idk like does this count as angst or fluff

[adhdgwen]

i have a lot of thoughts about the recent episode in regards to stolitz so... here I go.

Stolas referring to Blitzo as his plaything

In Episode 2 of helluva boss, during Stolitz's song the lyrics state:

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think love was fun

It's canon that Stolas has never been in love before. His relationship with Stella even before meeting Blitzo never showed any spark of warmth, something he tries to explain to Octavia during the Looloo land episode.

Blitzo is different. This is the first time Stolas has had any of these feelings, and he goes about it in the way he thinks it should be. Fun, Bold. He doesn't realize he is quite frankly crossing A Lot of lines because he's also stupidly naive.

This is how he thinks Love works. Is he right? No, he's not. And for the relationship to get anywhere at all, he needs to reconceptualise his approach and understanding of love.

Blitzo's hallucination

Let's talk about the chains (Rihanna's S&M start playing)

What do these chains mean in relation to and about Blitzo? It obviously ties into his feelings and conceptualization of love. This whole thing is narrated with:

"Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?"

"You can't fathom proper intimacy but also crave it."

So I think of these scene in two parts: The Power Imbalance, and what it says about Blitzo's Feelings for and about Stolas.

The Power Imbalance:

The Power Imbalance is clearly shown through the whole chains and throne concept. But it's also shown in the more stark difference in the way Blitzo perceives himself and Stolas.

Blitzo dirties the golden staircase simply by going near/towards it

On the other hand, Stolas's feathers alone bring gold to all he touches, specifically cleansing the dirt Blitzo brings about by his mere presence.

So yeah the Power Imbalance is shown mostly in how Blitzo sees the difference between himself and Stolas.

But how does this connect to their relationship? I should note (kinda important), that most of the power Stolas holds directly is given to him by Blitzo.

He doesn't take anything from Blitzo, he just sits there and Blitzo crawls to him. This is completely different from everyone else Blitzo is shown loving. They drag him around, and he's always scared and scrambling away

Stolas though? Stolas he crawls towards. Even when the chain appears round his neck, he still doesn't run away from Stolas.

(Side note about the canon power imbalance in his relationship with Stolas: Their relationship is a transactional one that Blitzo can end any time he wants simply by returning the book he stole. He isn't supposed to have the book, Stolas and him are both in danger by the sheer fact that he does have the book. While class-wise, the power imbalance is a whole lot more complicated (I won't be going into class politics bc the hallucination wasn't really about that), the book is the major and only thing Stolas has over him in their relationship. The only thing he is seen wielding as something close to a manipulative tactic. But the book, at the end of it all is something Blitzo can return whenever he chooses.)

Blitzo's feelings about Stolas:

Does Blitzo love Stolas? hmmm *hand does that wavy sign* I'm not sure Blitzo fully understands himself how he feels about Stolas.

He does crave Stolas though. His feelings and relationship with Stolas are mostly symbolized by the heart imagery

the chain goes around his neck and Blitzo is finally fully clean, he's no longer blurring around the edges, and the broken heart on his face gets fixed.

Except.... the heart doesn't really look like a heart, does it? It's twisted and not quite right. Meant to symbolize how his relationship with Stolas isn't quite completely right.

Again with Moxxie's "You can't fathom proper intimacy, but you crave it." which in the end is shown as true. Blitzo, like Stolas doesn't seem to have an idea what love or an actual relationship would look like.

He wants Stolas, He craves Stolas, but he doesn't know how or what to do about these feelings.

In Conclusion

They are trying to love each other, in the way they understand what love looks like. But the issue is, they don't really understand love at all. And they haven't really had good role models or experiences with romantic relationships.

Their relationship at this point is... yeah, very unhealthy. But it has promise that it can get better if they acknowledge their misconceptions and actually fucking communicate.

#stolitz #i'm invested in their dynamic sm #helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss stolas #meta #helluva boss episode 6 spoilers

[kpostedsum]

daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

masterlist | taglist

Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

It was a constant cycle, putting yourself out there seeking the male attention you crave, seeking validation, constant reassurance and trusting too easily. That’s how you ended up with a different guy who always in the end leaves. You trusted too easily and people took advantage of how trusting and naive you are just for a quick shag.

You wished it wasn’t like this but that’s all you knew, wanting to be the best version of yourself for someone just to feel needed, no matter if the person was good or bad for you. You didn’t care, you wanted love from anyone you could get it from even if it just hurt you more.

You’re familiar with the absence, something stable made you feel a bit wary. It wasn’t something you were used to. Your father wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he's never really there.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

You always wondered where you went wrong, he preferred your siblings over you and doesn't pay you a piece of his mind. Constantly going out of your way to get his attention whether it was academically or acting a certain way just to get some sort of reaction. But he was too preoccupied with his other children, even if they were from your mom or his affairs.

That’s how you found yourself right now sitting in the astronomy tower past curfew watching the rain fall, trying to clear your head while humming softly to yourself to keep yourself distracted.

You hear distant chattering from below and quickly get up from where you were sitting and make your way to your dorm unnoticed by anyone.

Except one person, Draco Malfoy.

I tried to write your name in the rain

But the rain never came

So I made with the sun

The shade

Always comes at the worst time

He’s seen you before, you’re known around Hogwarts for how you put yourself out there and how ‘desperate’ you are for some affection. He almost feels bad for you, but he’s in no place to judge. With his dad in Azkaban Draco had so much more to worry about, like his task and how he can succeed. But there was something about you that intrigued him that he couldn't ignore.

He saw you again in transfiguration the next day and noticed a few hickeys littering your neck that you had tried to cover but it didn’t work. He wondered why you gave yourself up to so many people, but once again he was in no place to judge. He noticed the way your tongue would stick out when you focused extra hard, the way your hands would tighten around your quill when you got a question wrong and your face.

The same face that many boys including the older years would fawn over, the face that entranced and attracted many, the face of someone who would do anything for someone for some affection and the face of someone who seeked out all the wrong things.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

You walk out of transfiguration on your way to the owlery to send a letter to your parents and feel eyes watching you everywhere. You like it, the attention, it’s something that you thrived in, but you couldn’t help but feel a new set of eyes on you.

Once you reached the owlery you realized you weren't the only one there, Draco Malfoy was also there sending a letter to who you assumed was his mother.

“y/n, right?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Yea, listen i’m sorry about what happened with your father i know you really looked up--”

“Dont worry about it, he wasn’t as good an influence as I made him out to be,” he sighed, looking away.

“My dad isn’t the best either if i’m being honest, i guess we’re in the same boat” you let out a light chuckle.

And that’s how you found yourself hanging out with draco malfoy bonding over your shared issues.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues

It’s been weeks since you two started hanging out since the interaction in the owlery and have been getting closer ever since. You both sat down together in the astronomy tower, backed against the wall as the cool wind blew against your faces. The aura between you two was calm, a comfortable silence.

“So tell me about your dad, how is it with him in Azkaban?” you asked, tilting your head towards him.

“Mother’s not taking it well” he frowned. “I can’t even say potter’s wrong for getting him locked up because he deserves it. All my life he praised the dark lord and taught me to be selfish and always defend my blood, but he was never there for me when I needed him. I would have done everything just to hear ‘i’m proud of you’ but it never came. It’s worse now because mother’s all alone. I wish I could have stayed with her” he sighed looking out the tower watching the stars twinkle.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been much quieter this year as well, you stopped making fun of people. It’s not that nice on the receiving end huh?” you said with a teasing look on your face.

He shook his head at you scooting closer to you, it’s like the demeanor between you two have changed over the past few weeks. You found yourself pining over him rather than being in someone's bed. But this is how the cycle always goes, you get attached and they leave, you couldn’t help but hope this wasn’t the situation this time.

“Tell me about your father”

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present

Cheated on your mom but she never left him

First I didn't get it, now I understand

He broke her heart, left money in her hand

So everything got paid for

She made sure you and your brother had way more

Than she ever had growing up

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“ I don't know if i’d even call him my father at this point, he doesn't want me.” you sighed. “He's been cheating on my mum for years now and she still won't leave him because she thinks they can work it out. He’s had affairs with different pureblood women and has children with them. But what hurts the most is how he treats them as his own children and treats me as if I don't exist” you said, looking down as tears pooled your eyes.

Draco moved closer to you and brought his arm around your shoulders for a sense of comfort and waited for you to catch your breath so you can continue.

“I just want him to love me” you cried. “I go out my way to try and get his attention with my school work but it never works. That's why I get along with so many guys. I seek the validation, the comfort and the reassurance that I can get from him from others and I am so tired of it. I just want him to want me draco.” tears slipping out your eyes as you looked up at him, you’ve never confessed this to anyone before.

“Everyone always leaves, please don't leave me” you cried

“I’m not going anywhere” he turned his face towards you, leaning forward cautiously as if you were made of glass.

You leaned forward, wanting the exact same thing. Both very hesitant he gently pressed his soft lips against yours and they moved together in sequence, only taking a break to go back to his dorm and to breathe, limbs tangled together for the rest of the night until the sun rose.

I can see it on your face it was rough left a bad taste on your tongue

And she didn't even take any drug

She would rain all day

Couldn't wait for her son to shine

And you made it shine

There when she cried, you saved her life

It's been a week since that night in the astronomy tower and draco had already been avoiding you. It’s humiliating, but you should have known. You thought the ‘bond’ you had with him would last, it felt so genuine this time. So real.

You’d see him around the halls snogging pansy on your way back to the ravenclaw tower, lowering your head down so he wouldn’t be able to see you so you could get by quickly and unnoticed.

But he saw you.

He stared you right down in your teary eyes as he made out with pansy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, for someone who promised he wouldn’t leave you like everyone else, he did the exact same.

You did the only thing you knew of, you ran.

I keep on trying to let you go

I'm dying to let you know

How I'm getting on

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Draco followed you to the girls lavatory, hearing your shallow cries coming from one of the stalls. He approached the stall you were in trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't startle you.

He felt awful.

He promised he would never leave you, after you both poured your hearts out to each other but he still left. He had too, he was putting you in danger just by being with him. If Voldemort ever found out about you and hurt you he wouldn't be able to live with himself, that's why he took it upon himself to hurt you first.

“y/n are you in here?” he called out even though he knew the answer.

You recognized that familiar voice anywhere. “What do you want draco?” you said, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying.

“I want to talk to you, please”

“No,” you said getting up and pushing yourself out of the stall. “You don't get to just throw me away after I told you everything and just come back into my life like nothing ever happened. Just go away, that's all you guys are good for” you spat.

“Just listen to me, it was to keep you safe. I didn;t want to but i couldn't bear seeing you hurt” he tried to explain.

“Safe?” you laughed. “ and what exactly do i need saving from, malfoy.”

“From me” he said as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark to you. Your body instantly tensed, you knew he was having problems and his family was involved with the dark lord but you never knew it was like this.

“Draco i-” you tried to say something but the words were stuck in your throat. He stood there looking at you desperately like he was waiting for you to tell him everything was okay, you wanted to be there for him but you didn’t know what to do. You trusted him with everything but he couldn't trust you with this? You thought the bond you had made would have made him trust you in the slightest, but clearly it's always you who’s more trusting.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you managed to say, your voice hoarse.

“I thought you’d leave me, you were the only good thing i had. Please don't leave me” he begged, salty tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked at you with desperation.

“So you thought pushing me away by snogging pansy was better?” you yelled, as he continued to look at you slightly taken aback by your lashing out.

“You know what, go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out” you taunted walking closer to him looking straight into his teary eyes.

“This time I'll be the one that leaves.” and with that you were gone.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

It’s been months since that night in the girls lavatory, and you missed him. You wanted to visit him in the hospital wing once you heard what happened with Harry Potter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He left you, and you were tired of always going back to people who just hurt you.

Now here you were at the battle of Hogwarts, standing with everyone while Voldemort and his death eaters stood across from you all.

“Draco, draco come here” you heard narcissa call from across the scene. He looked hesitant, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him but no one did. So he started walking over to his parents.

But you grabbed his hand.

“Stay please” you whispered looking up into his eyes.

He looked back at his parents and back at you like he was contemplating his answer.

“I’ll stay”

If you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

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