#hi hello I'm not really alive but throws this here anyway

[philonob]

GORETOBER DAY ???? - GUTS

#goretober #goretober 2022 #guts #gore #guro #viscera #bones #hi hello I'm not really alive but throws this here anyway #oc: Lilith

[fuckstheonott]

I Got My Eyes On You // T. Nott [Part 1]

Theodore Nott x girl!reader

!! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE !!

Summary: Y/n Bones is part of one of the richest families in the wizarding world. She and Theodore grew up together, and for all these years, Nott watched her in silence, fascinated by every facet of her.

The two began a strange friendship after an incident and now, they meet frequently in the room of need.

“Hello, Nott" Y/n greets the boy from Slytherin "You’ve been coming here a lot lately"

The dark one goes in.

"It’s to make sure you’re still alive," Theodore replies, serene.

Y/n smiles.

“Come see what I found!”

And, of course, Theodore approaches.

The witch makes a grimace.

“By Salazar! What is this? Some kinda of muggle weaponry?”

The girl from Ravenclaw laughs.

“It’s called dry-er” She spells “Do you know what he does?”

“Does it dry things out?”

“It dries the moisture out of your hair! Isn’t that amazing?! It’s kind of noisy, but the technology is admirable. I mean, we can dry our hair with a swivel of the wand and the muggles invented an instrument that does it for them! They are really interesting little creatures"

Theodore laughs weakly.

Y/n blinks.

“You find literally anything amazing”

“And you have a limited brain, typical of a Slytherin” The youngest rolls her eyes.

“I like to explore, but I'm more into spells and potions, herbs, spices. Things that actually add something, because they are part of my reality”

Y/n looks at the brunette as if to say “Seriously?”

“That is, limited”

Theodore shrugs.

"Comes! I got more stuff!” And she pulls the Slytherin boy to the other corner of the room, without caring about personal space “Woow! Guess what it is!”

Nott looks at it strangely.

“This is definitely a weapon”

Y/n laughs.

“It’s a fan!” It spells “Speak! Fan!”

“Fan”

“Your Italian accent is really cute, so I’ll let that one slide”

Theodore rolls his eyes.

“And what does this thing do?”

“It refreshes the environment to alleviate the heat. See those propellers? They rotate counterclockwise and generate wind.”

Theodore blinks.

“Ok, this is cool”

“It is not?!!” She exclaims, exited.

For some inexplicable reason, Theodore likes being with the girl.

In a way, they grew up together. The brunette remembers that Y/n was always quirky. While the brothers ran up and down exploring the giant Bones mansion, Y/n spent time in the garden, looking for insects.

Theodore observed all his phases: The insect phase, the instrument phase, the color phase, the painting phase, the stars and aliens phase and marine animals...

Without the youngest noticing, Nott's eyes have always been on her.

He tried hard, condemned and fucked several girls... But it was no use, because the more Y/n grew, the more interesting and unique she became.

And beautiful.

Soon the others began to notice this fact, and Theodore wanted to smash the face of every boy who approached her with flowers or chocolate. To make matters worse, Y/n is a social virus, she smiles at everyone and is kind to the entire Hogwarts.

Finally, Theodore came to grips with her reality…

He would forever be an observer.

Until that day.

The day Y/n ran him over with a skateboard on summer vacation and they both broke their arms. She just burst into tears, but they weren't tears of pain, they were tears of guilt.

Somehow, after that moment, a strange and singularity friendship began between the two. They started to meet in the room of need and that was when Y/n introduced Nott to her new phase:

Explore Muggle Objects

“Why did you decide to be my friend after so long?” She asks suddenly, walking over to the sofa and throwing herself on it anyway “They say you’re not friends with girls, you only fuck them”

And suddenly, Bones sits down with everything.

“Merlim! Have you ever eaten Parkinson's ?!"

Theodore can’t stand it, laughing.

“Parkinson’s?! Do you swear? She’s not my type”

“Your type is blondes, from what Emma told me. That girl spends her whole day taking care of other people’s lives, there’s nothing she doesn’t know.”

“In fact, I like blondes… But she’s not my favorite type”

"And which one is it?" And Y/n blinks those little eyes, without malice in her question.

You – He wanted to respond.

"Next time we meet here, I'll tell you"

This is just something silly that I wrote, it's not good, but I still wanted to publish it because

I don't know, I thought it was cute? Who knows, maybe I'll continue

#theodore nott #slytherin boys #theodore x reader #harry potter #harry potter universe #theo nott #theo nott fanfiction #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x y/n #slytherin

[gojocp]

tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru 1 | 2 |

a/n: hello!! i'm so glad you guys liked the first part, i did make some very little changes to it after it was posted, but here's the second one lmk how it is!! <33

tags: @cofijelli (lmk if you want to be tagged in future parts)

you come out from hiding behind a mannequin and clutch the frying pan to your chest.

the strange man's eyes flutter open, and you knock him out with the pan again. you look over to your chameleon, pascal, and he gestures to check for sharp teeth, as your mother was telling you all outside people have them.

you use the handle and lift his upper lip, not seeing any teeth. feeling a bit relieved, and hit him once more with the pan for good measures.

'what is mother gonna say? oh god, what do i do?' you think to yourself. 'no, this is good. i can prove myself. i am strong enough to leave.'

you head back towards the unconscious man and, using all your strength, you haul his body into a nearby closet, and block it with a chair.

you notice a crown has fallen out of the satchel, and head toward the mirror to try it on. you put it around your wrist like a bracelet, receiving a look of disapproval from pascal, and then put it on your head, earning you another.

you open the satchel and find a 'wanted' poster of the criminal in your closet. 'suguru geto, wanted dead or alive.'

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear.

"coming!"

you shove the crown and poster into a satchel, and then into a nearby pot.

after helping your mother into the tower, she says,

"i have the biggest surprise for you, dear!"

"i do too.." you chuckle nervously.

"ooh, i bet mine is bigger. i'm making hazelnut soup for dinner, your favourite! surprise!"

"well.. mother. i've been thinking about what you said earlier.."

"i hope you're not still talking about the stars," she says.

"floating lights," you correct, "and yes i'm leading up to it.."

"because i really thought we'd dropped this conversation."

"i know you think i'm not strong enough to handle myself out there.." you start.

"ohh, i know you're not strong enough to handle yourself out there." she cuts you off.

"but if you'd just-"

"(y/n)."

"just listen.."

"(y/n).." she growls, feeling more agitated.

"just look, mother-"

"enough, (y/n)! you are never leaving this tower! ever!" she shouts, eyes crazed and wild.

slowly, you take your hand off of the chair blocking the closet and look at the painting you made of the 'stars'. with tears welling up in your eyes, you say,

"i know what i want for my birthday now.."

"and what is that?" she questions, pinching her nose bridge.

"new paint, the kind made from the shells you once brought me.." you say.

"(y/n), that would be a three-day trip," she responds.

"i just thought it would be a better idea than.. the stars." you sigh.

"okay.. i'll go get them."

.・。.・゜✭・.

"are you sure you'll be alright." your mother asks, packing food into a basket for herself.

"i know i'm safe as long as i'm here," you respond, hugging her as she places a kiss on your head.

"alright, i'll see you in three days," she states, lowering herself using your hair.

.・。.・゜✭・.

fwip

suguru wakes up tied to a chair, hair all around him, and a chameleon sticking its tongue in his ear.

"what the hell?!" he shouts out, rubbing his ear with his shoulder, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling.

"i'm not afraid of you.." you call out from the shadows, using your hair to swing yourself down from the ledge you were previously standing on.

"...huh?" he mumbles, shocked and confused by the amount of hair you have. "what..?"

"..how did you find me, suguru geto..?' you question, slowly raising your frying pan.

"uh- yeah, uhm. suguru's fine. anyway, it's really not that deep girlie-"

"(y/n)." you interrupt.

"yeah- i was running away from guards, saw a tower climbed it, and.." he pauses. "where's my satchel?" he asks frantically, throwing an accusing look your way.

"i've hidden it, somewhere you'll never find it." you say, crossing your arms with a proud look on your face.

"it's in that pot, isn't it," he states.

*CLANG*

fwip

"would you stop that!" he shouts, rubbing his ear with his shoulder again.

"now, i've hidden it somewhere you'll never find it." you start, "so what do you want with my hair, to cut it?"

"huh?

"sell it?"

"no?? look, the only thing i want is it to get out of your hair. literally!"

"you- wh-" you stammer, "you're telling the truth?"

"yes! i saw a tower, i climbed it. the end."

turning away, you hold pascal in your hand a communicate with him.

"i know, i need someone to take me."

"this could be my only chance." you explain to the chameleon.

coming to a conclusion, you begin, "okay suguru geto, let's make a deal."

"a deal?" he asks, giving you a judgmental look.

"yes. a deal. look here." you start, turning him to look at your painting of the lights.

"do you know what these are?' you question.

"the lantern thing they do for the lost princess?"

'i knew they weren't stars' you think.

"yes, tomorrow night, they'll float in the sky. you will take me to see them, return me home safely, and only then will you get your precious satchel. that is my proposal." you explain.

"yeah, uh, no. the city and my aren't really 'best friends' at the moment, so no. i'm not taking you anywhere." he says, trying to free himself from the hair prison.

"then you can say 'bye' to your satchel." you retort, tightening the hair on his wrists, halting further movement.

"bye then." he says, calling your bluff.

"something brought you here. call it what you will. fate, destiny-"

"a horse."

"so i have decided to trust you." you continue.

"a garbage decision at that."

"but trust me when i tell you this, you can tear this tower apart brick by brick. but without my help, you will never see your dear satchel again." you threaten, pulling the chair so he's at eye-level with you.

"i take you to see the lantern, bring you back, and you promise to let me go?" he inquires.

"i promise."

"??" he gives you a look that tells you he isn't quite convinced.

"and i never break my promises.. ever," you add.

"fine. we'll go." he sighs, giving in.

"really??" you gleam, letting go of the chair and dropping suguru on his face.

"ow."

#jjk #getou suguru x reader #getou x reader #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk fluff #tangled #au #tangled au #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #jjk suguru #gojocp #mother gothel #flynn rider #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert

[prescottsgirl]

hi, i’ve been binge reading your fics/headcanons and i love your writing sm! if you have time, i would love to read about Sidney’s first date with a younger reader. maybe reader has had a crush on older!Sid for awhile and finally shoots her shot :)) thank you ❤️

awe thank you! of course i’ll write that! :)

THIS LOVE

sidney prescott x fem!reader

warnings: none

note: i hope this is good 😭 my writing has been shit lately

"If we make it out of here alive then you owe me a date." All the murders had clearly given you a boost of confidence. You weren't sure you would even life to see the next day at this point so what did you have to lose anyways?

That had been an entire month ago. Since you were nearly killed. Since Sidney had agreed to that deal.

"Now I have a better reason to make it out alive," Is what Sidney said to you.

And she spent all 30 days sitting in the hospital with you until you healed. You almost didn't make it out alive. But you did. You had a reason too.

Which brought you to rushing around you apartment, trying to tidy up every corner of it. When you heard a knock on your door you felt like you were going to be sick. This was happening. You were having a date with Sidney fucking Prescott.

You brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. After throwing your entire closet around to find something, Sam finally helped you decide on this a nice sweater and mom jeans. She was the whole reason you're with Sidney, really. You've been friends with her for forever which Richie and Amber had easily found out, to then which they bunched you into this whole mess. Being stabbed fucking hurt, but if it wasn't for that, then you probably wouldn't be having a date with Sidney Prescott.

You opened up your apartment door to a softly smiling Sidney. You've been around her for an entire month now, but you never fail to feel light headed whenever she was around.

Her dark brown hair rested just on her collar bone with her typical gentle waves, and her blouse was a little lower cut than usual. You were at lost for words because, suddenly, hi, hello, how are you, disappeared from your vocabulary entirely.

"Hi honey," she says first because she can see the sheer look of anxiety on your face. Your cheeks burn an awfully deep shade of red at her pet name. She knew you had that biggest crush on her so she loved to flustered you. She couldn't deny that she got a little nervous around you too though.

"Hi, sorry. You look— you look really good." You wanted to run into your bedroom and scream like a child. You were so awful at this.

She smiled and her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Maybe you weren't doing too bad so far? "Thank you sweetie. You look really good yourself." If she didn't stop with the pet names, you were sure that you were going to pass out.

She let the tension swim between the two of you for a couple of moments before speaking up again. "You ready?"

"Mhm. Yeah, let's go." You locked up your door with your shaky hands. You were sure that Sidney noticed. But you never really done this whole date thing and it was with the Sidney Prescott.

You walked the entire way down in fairly comfortable silence. You didn't know what to say, or if you should even say something. You were just going to let her lead you tonight.

You followed her out to her car outside and tried not to think of your arms brushing against each others.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one driving. Since i'm taking you on a date," you don't think you would even be able to drive, being so distracted in caught up in your thoughts, but you didn't want to seem rude.

"I'm terrified of getting in a car with you behind the wheel," she looked over at you and smiled, clearly just teasing you.

"What—" you were going to argue back, but you followed her intense gaze to your banged up car in the parking garage. "Okay listen. It was one time."

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at you.

"Okay, one very bad time," you both laughed. Maybe you weren't so awful at this. You made her laugh only five minutes in.

Sidney walks a little in front of you when you approach the car so she can open the door for you. To which you smile at. She walks around the car to the drivers side and gets in.

It's quiet again, and the sun had already set, and all you want to do is just kiss her the way the moonlight does. You don't even realize that you're staring, but Sidney does, and she has to pretend like the fact that being adored by someone young and beautiful like you doesn't makes her heart feel too big for her body.

She starts up the car and the radio turns on to a random song that neither of you care for. "You can connect your phone to the radio if you'd like," she says softly, almost as if she wants you to. She wants to know more about you, wants to know what music you listen to, and what singers you enjoy.

"Sure." You easily connect as she starts driving to the address you texted her earlier that day. A soft melody of Taylor Swift starts playing, certainly setting the mood for this night.

There's some light, simple chatter throughout the entire car ride and you try to remember how to properly speak and use your brain every time she asks you a question.

When you arrived to the destination, you brush your hand against hers, she immediately realizes what's happen and intertwines your fingers together. It was easier than you thought it would be.

The restaurant, as large as it is, is fairly busy. You were thankful that you had made a reservation beforehand. You want the entire night to be perfect and smooth, and waiting nearly an hour to have dinner wouldn't have been ideal.

You walked in with her holding your hands by your waist. Right as you enter the doorway, you approach the front desk. "Hi, I have a reservation under Y/L/N."

The hostess leads you to one of the small tables in the corner. There's string lights and plants around the entire interior and the lighting is dimmed. There's no crying kids or people staring you down as you walk to you table. You knew you picked the right place.

It only takes a few minutes before the waiter is at your table to put in your orders. You both order a glass of wine and your meals and wait until he's disappear to continue talking.

"So, I have to ask, why me?" Sidney asks, her head slightly tilting to the side and leaned on the palm of her hand.

"Hm?"

"Well I mean you're so young. You have Sam and all of them but you were so adamant about going on a date with me."

You chuckled lightly at her. "I've never been attracted to any of them. But the first time I saw you, my heart stopped. You're so strong, and beautiful, and you were like the only person to stay in the hospital with me when I was hurt." You might as well spill all of your feelings on this table. You didn't know how else to get it through to her that she just felt like the right one. "I'm really glad that you actually waited a whole month for me."

"I would've waited forever if I had to. I'm really glad that we're doing this," Sidney says.

"Me too. I've never done this before so i'm really lucky that it's with you." Even though you didn't personally know Sidney as well as you would like to yet, after everything that's happened back at Stu's Machers old house, you felt really safe and comfortable with her.

"You mean you never been on a date before?" She doesn't ask it in a critical way, she's simply surprised and curious.

"Nope. You're my first."

"Wow, I would think a pretty girl like you had been on one." You were sure your cheeks looked like they were burning off. You don't know how you're going to survive this night if she keeps talking like that to you.

You smiled and looked down at the table in hopes that it would hide your blush. Luckily, the waiter came back to hand you your orders.

The dinner had passed too quickly. You knew this meant the night was coming to an end. You could already feel the wine going to your head though. It gave you an extra boost of confidence to keep this date on its toes.

"I don't want this to end," you say to her, reaching out to her hand on the table. You tried not to pay attention to how low her blouse was and how the light shaded her chest just right. You looked back up at her eyes and by the lustful look on her face, you realized that she had noticed your wandering eyes.

She smirks before replying. "Me either. I had a really nice time."

"How about you come back to my place?" You bit down on your bottom lip after saying it. This boost of confidence could either lead you to endless embarrassment or a really good night.

"Yeah, I would like that."

The waiter come back to your table with the check. Sidney reaches for it, but you're faster than her. "Nu-uh. You drove, I pay."

She rolls her eyes, but it's completely playful. She wants to argue back, but you give her these sweet big pleading eyes and she decides to bite her tongue.

Once he returns with your card, you and Sid get up to leave. This time it's Sidney that's grabbing your hand. As if you're hers now. She wants everyone to know that nobody can have you the way she can.

Sidney drove you both home, this time it was less awkward than getting to the restaurant. You and Sidney both made it up to your apartment, and it was the first time she had been in it.

Her eyes wandered all around. She noticed how your decorating really defined who you were. "You have a really nice place," she said, as she followed you into your living room area where you had a huge view of the city below you.

"Thank you. It's a little messy right now."

"It's perfect."

You smiled at her, and tried to not get flustered at the silence that followed. "How about we sit on the balcony? I'll get some more wine from the fridge?"

"Yeah, that's nice."

You both went your separate ways; you to the kitchen and Sidney out on the balcony where there were two chairs beside each other.

You poured two glasses and carried them both outside, handing her one and sitting beside her in a chair. You studied the way her slender fingers wrapped around the glass and how the moonlight made her typical dark eyes sparkle. You wished she would just kiss you so you wouldn't have to stare from afar.

"I really thought I was going to die," you said, disturbing the peaceful silence. Her head snaps over at you and she looks confused. "When...Richies knife was pointing right at my chest. I was going to give up because everything hurt so bad. But then I could hear your voice in the other room. Somehow you still sounded so soft and pretty during those circumstances. So I grabbed the knife and fought with all I had."

Sidney's eyes glisten from tears building up. You can see her swallow down a lump in her throat. You've never seen her cry before. She always acts so tough. "I'm so so—"

"No, don't apologize. You saved my life." You put your wine glass onto the table, leaning closer towards Sidney. She did the same thing. "Everything's felt so weird since then, but you fill this void inside of me. Sidney, I love you."

She's taken aback by your sudden confession at first, but she quickly recovers from it and realizes that she's been yearning to hear those words from you.

"You love me?" She asks. She knew you liked her, but to have you admit that you love her was an entirely different game.

"Mhm. Can I kiss you?"

She nods because her words get caught up in her throat. Your face comes closer to hers until you feel the softest lips against yours. You could swear that the entire city went silent for a moment. All the Friday night hustle and bustle below your apartment had paused and all that mattered was the taste of wine from her lips and the feeling of her slender fingers holding onto your face.

She pulls back for a moment, both of your breaths heavier than they were just seconds ago. She’s still so close that her nose brushes again yours, and you can smell her sweet perfume. “I love you too, by the way”

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #wlw #lesbian #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #scream fanfic

[wysteria-clad]

Hey babe ☺️

Can we get more of the moon boys x reader pranks they're sooo cute or if you want to how would it be like if the moon boys did the pranks like calling the reader their name or not saying ILY back?

Hello, love ^^

Ahhhhh I love this one!

a/n:

・'Make ugly face on count of three' you guys remember that prank trend? I'm gonna go with that :P

・Oscar Issac is sculpted by God™ and our boys are the cutest, gorgeous and handsome, this is just for the sake of this fic, don't throw tomatoes at me guys lol

・Also I'm thinking of doing the boys pranking the reader as a separate fic later :)

・my writing style is slightly different than my usual one. Hint: it's little unhinged ;)

genre: did you order a plate of fluff? Cause it's here ;)

tagging my darlings: @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @fayes-fics @twwcs

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Marc:

The moment your lips uttered 'for tiktok', Marc refused, but you pleaded him to do this for once.

Reluctantly he agreed.

"One, two.."

He stared into camera like he is going to kill.

"Babe, stop. I didn't say three!"

"What?"

"It's one, two, three, ugly face" you move your hand in 'cutting the air' motion to emphasize your point.

"Okay" there is the grumpy eagle face again.

"One, two..Stop!"

It dawns on him.

"Oh really?" he stands up, eyes full of disbelief. He glances back at Khonshu like, 'Are you seeing this shit, Khonshu?'

But the God looks amused. Marc swears he looks like... grinning? That is if he had a mouth, yes, definitely grinning.

Khonshu didn't like you at first, not gonna lie. Eventually, there is no way he would admit it but he...tolerates you, yeah tolerate.

You pranked him again? How dare you, Y/n?

He walks out of the bedroom.

You fall off from the bed, laughing hard. "Marc! Marc! Baby, come back, it's was a prank, I'm sorry!" you immediately get off the floor and quickly follow him. "Baby! You are the prettiest man alive!"

He knew you were just messing around, that doesn't mean he can't pretend to be hurt.

You catch up to him, grabbing him by his arm. "I'm sorry, it was a prank"

He gives a teasing smirk. "Say it again"

You pretend like you don't know what he is talking about.

"If you want my forgiveness for your sin-"

You roll your eyes playfully.

"Say it"

"You are the most handsome man in the world"

"And?" he drags it out with a goofy grin.

"You are so sexy" now it's your turn to grin like a dork, "second cutest man"

"Why?"

"Well, 'grumpy eagle' is not a very cute look"

There it is again, you refused to explain it to him the other day.

Now he will not let it go. He traps you between his arms, pressed against the wall.

You laugh freely and finally explain it to him about the muppet, only after he tickled your ribcage mercilessly.

And he did not forget your prank. Girl, you better sleep with one eye open.

Steven:

He was bit reluctant at first, but when he saw how excited you are for this, how could he say no?

"Okay, babe. I want you to make the ugliest face you can-"

"Ugliest face?"

"Yup. On the count of three, okay?" you pointed at your phone, your finger hovering above 'record button'

He nodded.

"One, two...Babe!" you turn to face him, "I said on the count of three!"

"Love, I didn't- I didn't do anything" he looks so confused.

"Let's try this again, yeah? On the count of three" you stress the 'three'.

"Alright, alright"

"One, t-" you pause, "Babe, I said make ugly face at the count of three, not before that" you sigh in obviously exaggerated way.

"But, I didn't do anything" he gets this look on his cute face. If '🥺' was a person, it's Steven right now.

Y/n, say sorry right now!

"Let's do it again. One, tw-" you stop, looking at his face. "Stop, babe"

"Oh" his eyebrows furrows in confusion, before he bursts out laughing. "You got me, you goof ball"

Of course, you apologise anyway. But he chuckles and assures you it's fine.

Jake:

"Is this for a picture?"

"That's the game, you have to make your ugliest face on the count of three"

He fixed his gaze at your phone camera.

"One, two...papi, on three, on three!"

"Yes, I heard you, Y/n/n" he doesn't get it. He didn't make any face yet, what do you mean?

The way he said your name laced with his accent would make your knees buckle in any other time, you pull your self together for this prank.

"Let's try this one more time. One, two..Jake!"

"¡Dios mío!" he rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I did not make a face, princesa"

You put one arm around his shoulder, trying to calm him down a bit. "Okay, one more time, ready? One..." you drag the 'one' a second longer, pause to look at his face.

"You didn't say three, querida. Why did you stop?" he flails his hands, sighing.

He is so into this and so serious.

"Because I said 'three', not before" you suck your lower lip to stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

"You are playing with me" he doesn't even question. "Are you calling me 'ugly'?" It's a confirmation now.

"No" you say it with extra couple 'o's, in your most sweetest, innocent tone.

He glares at you like, 'are you serious?'

"I'm not saying that" you stiffle a giggle, reach your hands out to cup his face.

But he doesn't let you, covering his face with his hat.

"Papi," you could not control your laugh anymore. "I'm sorry, it's a prank" you take the hate off his face and put your legs over his lap, sitting and straddling him.

"No, no, no" he keeps turning his face whenever you try to kiss him, feigning hurt.

"Baby" but you don't give up, your cradle his face between your palms and press your lips all over his face, purposely giving him the sloppiest, loud, 'Mwah' kisses.

One day, he is going to get you back. All I can say is watch out, Y/n.

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Dios mío - My God

Princesa - Princess

Querida - Darling

#marc spector fluff #steven grant fluff #jake lockley fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight #900 followers celebration

[s0uls1sters-inc]

Hello! I don't know if you're going to see this or not-

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable.

Have a great rest of your day!

OKAY THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING!!!! I'm not a man so i'm going to do my absolute best into doing this but ofc imma make this a fluff because i think it would be so cute for reader to be supporting angel and telling him how could he looks this is gonna be so cute

Drag!Angel dust x M!reader

Summary: you help angel dust get ready for their drag show but cant help but admire how good he looks soon angle dust invites you to do some drag makeup with him.

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You tighten the soft lace of the corset but still leave a little room so angel dust can breathe properly. You've always admired Angel's confidence when dressing in drag. He just looks so breathtaking the way his big poofy hair swings the way the corset hugs his body oh so perfectly. 

“Thanks toots” he takes a deep breath while stretching into the corset to get comfortable. He turns around to give you a big huge “now if you wouldn't mind i should have thought of this early can you get my heels and put them on me?” He asks to give you puppy dog eyes. 

“I Know you don't need to give me those eyes i'll always be happy to help” you chuckle you go over to angels shoe rack grabbing his black stilettos. Getting down on one knee you take his foot and slowly slide on the heel to make sure you're not hurting him. You were always as gentle as you could be when helping an angel.  You take the other heel and slid the heel on 

“Is this good?” you look up at him “yes” he gives you a grin and rolls his ankle around “y'know i appreciate you always helping me” he throws his head back and puts down his foot. “Like i said im always happy to help” you reply back to him and get up from your spot. 

Angel gets up his bed and walks over to his vanity pulling on the drawer. He pulls out a single pack of fluffy eyelashes, eyes shadow, eye liner and a red lipstick. “Sometimes i wonder what you would look like in makeup” he spins his chair to look at you

“My dad never let me wear makeup when I was alive, he always thought it was to femmine and scold my sister whenever she put make-up on me” you confesse while pulling up a chair to sit next to an angel. Angel rolls his eyes “well he's not here anymore nothing wrong with being a lil femmine c'mon try it on” he smiles at you

“I mean i wouldn't mind i just don't know how to do it” you shyly say “hear i'll teach you” he grabs out a few more makeup products from his drawer and gives them to you. “Now just follow what I do okay?” 

Time skip ( i love drag makeup but idk how to do it :( )

The make up took about 15 minutes due to the fact he doesn't use foundation. You looked at yourself in the mirror truly amazed. You turn to look at angel dust with a big smile plastered onto your face “THIS IS SO COOOOL” you giggle slightly kicking your legs. 

“You do really well, maybe one day you can do my makeup “ he says he was genuinely happy you like it this much. He puts the makeup products away and stretches “ wanna come to my show?” he asked “of course” you say

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I hope you liked it. I'm sorry it's not as detailed. If I knew how to do drag makeup. I would have totally put that in here. I might look up some videos on this and make a part two where the reader tries to do drag with an angel for fun. Anyways i love youuuuu- onyx

#angel dust #angel dust x reader fluff #angel dust x reader #fluff #fanfiction #x reader #hazbin hotel #drag #drag queen #male reader #m!reader #soul sisters inc

[guessfuckingwhatbitch]

Interest Level

Hello, Solo Leveling fandom.

I have a fic in mind I want to write but I need to gauge interest before signing myself up for a multi-chapter fic again because I have no fucking sense of control in my life, and apparently I wanted to suffer more than I already am.

De-aged Sung JinWoo has all his grotesquely overpowered skills but is WAY too young to be trusted with them - and his sister is freaking the fuck out because here is South Korea's 10th S-Rank, National Level Hunter, and she's wildly unqualified to handle this let alone raise a child. He's aged 7 or some shit, emotionally just as stoic, but she's unawakened and can feel an unsettling power rolling off him that she can only assume is his mana.

I plan on having their mother still in the midst of Eternal Sleep (I don't really care about sticking to canon timelines unless it's a Thing people want, might have Jeju Island Arch already happen. Might give Igris the ability to talk already, maybe he can already transform and has Ruler wings but is the Shadow Monarch so the colours are Gothic As Fuck, who's to say, not me that's for sure), so she does the only reasonable thing and panic calls the Korean Hunter's Association from JinWoo's phone. She can't be trusted to keep herself alive she should NOT be responsible for the world's strongest, and she's pretty sure the shadows shouldn't be trusted either. They are Monsters - literally - and if JinWoo is meant to be among Human Society and is Expected To Act Like A Human who better to call than the people in charge of Hunters?

They managed to wrangle her brother's reputation into something respectable, and they are strong too right? So if he throws a tantrum like the kids on their street do they can find a way to contain the damage. They basically do that with the current S-Rankers! What's one more????

Anyway, Woo JinChul and Go GunHe end up with a mini Sung JinWoo on their hands, and morbid curiosity leads them to try to find out what his actual skill sets are. Like hey! What could possibly go wrong?

Here lies KHA's collective sanity - death by Actual Cryptid Sung Jin-Fucking-Woo, Child Of Shadow's.

I hope for Chaos and Chaos only.

idk if you're interested in someone writing absolute bullshit where all I can promise is Shadow Gang Shenanigans and wishing desperately that this wasn't in their paygrade KHA members just like - like this fucking post or something. If you have a terrible, wondrously horrific idea you've always wanted to see comment it. I want to see that shit

I'm casual as hell so I don't care how you want to interact with me. So if you go "Hey you weird ass bastard I wanna see Sung JinWoo absolutely demolishing S-Rank gates solo", sure thing buddy that's fine

Have a day or whatever

#sung jin woo #solo leveling #woo jin chul #go gun hee #Shadow Monarch #sung jin ah #yoo jin ho #I make no promises #But i will probably write this anyway #fuck uni amirite #*cries in pain*

[svfttachi]

hello, i’m the anon that requested the cheating one shot w/ our loved boy itachi, i just wanted to say thank you! i love it! thank you so much! also if you were ever to make a part 2 🌚👉🏽👈🏽 y/n has the right to pop off on itachi…. he really had the nerve to bring another women to the house!? like as if he wanted to get caught smh but how would it end between them? all for the sad endings as well as an happy ending but ofc that’s up to you if you would like to write a part 2 lol i don’t wanna be that annoying requester, that’s all i wanted to say have a good day/night much love to you! and thanks again

TYPE: Fem!reader, Angst, Modern AU

WARNING(S): Pregnancy and Mentions of Children

WC: 2176

NOTES: Hi! I know it's been a long time without any updates about anything really, but it was because I had become very busy this fall. I'm going to slowly, but surely, start responding to the requests which built up before I officially closed the ask box. This was one of the first ones, and the ending of this lets you guys decide how the story shall end which is one of the best things I like to do for my stories. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I will be back soon for more stories!

MINUTES ticked slowly whilst you sat on the bathroom floor with your back against the wall. Your head rested back, and the stress with the waiting game continued to take over your roaming thoughts. It hasn’t been too long since the separation from Itachi, but you were just beginning to get a new footing to the start of something new. Then, you began to throw up constantly with multiple waves of nausea, headaches, and other sorts of pain that led you down a trail of medicines and rest. It didn’t take long for you to end up on the bathroom floor, anticipating the results of the test which just sat menacingly on the counter.

A light knock tapped against the bathroom door, and a groan escaped from your mouth. “Glad to know you’re still alive in there, Y/N, but you’re taking too long in there,” Sasuke muttered.

From the other side of the door, Sasuke leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His eyes were stuck on the gap between the door and the floor where the light peeked through. Ever since the split, Sasuke kept himself close to you and looked after you whenever you were at your lowest. He was always there at any moment you needed him, and he didn’t care for anything else except for you in those cases.

Lately, however, you have been keeping your distance with Sasuke, and he wasn’t up to speed on what you have been experiencing. It wasn’t particularly because you chose to shelter yourself from him, but because you didn’t want to burden him any further as you felt you had been doing. Yet, you couldn’t stand not calling him to have dinner together at your new apartment since you just needed someone you know and trust whilst you tried not to break down further inside the bathroom.

“I should be out in a few minutes. Just go ahead and order whatever you want for dinner,” you responded to Sasuke’s remark. You heard a small mutter of an agreement before the footsteps faded as he walked away.

The timer on your phone began to buzz against the counter, making your eyes widen. You practically hopped off of the floor and turned off the alarm on your phone. Sitting next to your phone was the dreadful, light pink stick that determined everything from here on out. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes tightly as you reached out to take hold of the stick. Your fingertips carefully hold the stick, allowing you to have some more time to take it in. Once a couple of seconds passed, you took another deep breath and opened your eyes, staring directly at the result.

— — —

It was quiet in the living room as you walked inside. Sasuke was sitting on the floor with one knee bent up and the other crossed and lying over his sock covered foot. He munched on a burrito which he had delivered to the apartment, and there was a tinfoil wrapped burrito sitting next to the takeout bag on the coffee table meant specifically for you. Approaching Sasuke, you took a deep breath, guiding his eyes up to look at you curiously. “What’s up?” Sasuke questioned in between his chewing.

You sat down next to Sasuke and swiped the burrito off of the table, unwrapping it. For a couple of seconds, you stared at the unwrapped burrito, readying yourself for what’s to come out of your mouth.

“I’m pregnant, Sasuke,” you mumbled, eyes never leaving the burrito in your hands. Sasuke stopped chewing and swallowed whatever piece of food was still in his mouth. He nearly dropped his burrito in response to your big news drop, and his eyes darted immediately at your face.

Sasuke set the burrito down on the table and turned to face you entirely. “You’re… pregnant,” Sasuke spoke more as a statement rather than a question. You let out whatever air you were holding in for the past minute and took a bite out of your burrito, “Yes… I am pregnant, and it is Itachi’s child.”

The both of you sat in the silence with the only sound coming from your continuous eating. Eventually, you begin to feel an overwhelming amount of emotion pool specifically in your eyes. Salty tears started to roll down from your tear ducts, leaving damp trails along your cheeks. Sasuke took the half-eaten burrito out of your hands to set aside on the table and brought an arm to wrap around your shoulders, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“Just when things couldn’t get any worse, Sasuke! It just had to happen like this!” you screamed through your cries. Sasuke only continued to rub your head and whisper calm words. He couldn’t believe it himself. Sasuke went all out on Itachi at the time of the whole incident, but he thought it would only start to get better after a while, not for Y/N to end up at this point.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. I promise… everything will be okay.”

— — —

You weren’t too far along in the pregnancy, but after going to your first OB-GYN appointment with Sasuke, you had to let Itachi know. Though you weren’t mentally ready to see or deal with Itachi right now, you knew he had the right to know about the unborn child growing within your body. Before you left to see Itachi, you made sure Sasuke wouldn’t follow you or try to intervene in any way, even when he insisted it wasn’t necessary for you to go alone. You knew deep down that whatever happens after this is a choice that you and Itachi should come down to making.

It was an early Saturday morning when you stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk in front of your old apartment building. Your eyes roamed the outside of the building, but nothing out of the ordinary was different with it. Once you let it soak in that you were directly outside of the apartment building, you took a deep breath and began to stride forward.

In a couple of minutes, you were coming out of the elevator and now standing outside of the door to your old apartment. Your fist was raised just a couple of inches away from the wooden door, and your thoughts kept you from moving even a slight centimeter closer to knocking on the door. Taking another deep breath, you knocked on the door lightly, feeling your heartbeat growing louder with every passing second. It didn’t take long for the door to crack open, and with the door opening, your eyes widened.

Itachi stood in the small space between the door and the doorframe wearing a hoodie with the hood covering his head. When his head peeked out of the dark apartment further, the bright hallway lighting shined across Itachi’s face, highlighting the roughed up expression on his face. Healing bruises littered his face which date back to the first time you and him separated when Sasuke had beaten him up. His raven bangs hung over his face like curtains on a window, and his eyes seemed to have brightened up a little at the sight of your contrasting appearance from his own.

“W—What are you doing here?” he asked in a deep, painful tone. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from his battered up look, and every piece of his skin on his face brought back the memories of the night, all over again. Itachi cleared his throat to bring your attention back to the matter. “Oh, um… we need to… I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” you muttered, attempting to leave.

“Y/N.”

You stopped a couple of steps away from the door and began fiddling with your fingers. Another deep breath left your lungs, allowing you to turn around. Your eyes went up to meet Itachi’s. “If you’ve come here to talk, then… we should talk,” Itachi spoke, opening the door further, “Please, come in.”

You nodded your head and walked past Itachi, entering the dark apartment. Itachi shut the door and turned around to turn on the main lights of the living room. Letting the electricity flow through the circuits and into the light bulbs, you began to see what an impact you had on Itachi. There were countless numbers of empty and partially empty pizza boxes covering the floor, tables, and couches. Dirty socks littered the floor alongside some of the boxes, and there were many circles of coffee embedded into the coffee table.

“If I knew you were coming, I probably would have cleaned up a little bit,” Itachi mumbled, scratching the back of his hooded head with a light chuckle. You watched him walk up to the couch and begin to pick up some of the boxes, setting them elsewhere. Once he felt like it was clean enough, Itachi sat down on the couch and looked up at you, patting the extra seat on the couch. You walked up to the couch and slowly took a seat, a little distance between you and Itachi.

Your eyes looked up at Itachi’s face, and now with the lighting, you could clearly see more of the injuries on his face. “Does it still… hurt?” you asked, trying to keep your fingers from going near his bruises. Itachi shook his head in response, earning a nod from you, “I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you. I just came over to tell you that I am… oh my gosh, this is so hard to say. Um… here goes I guess,” you started, earning a concerned look from Itachi, “I am pregnant… and it is your child.”

Shock was written all over Itachi’s facial expression as he began to comprehend over and over what you had just uttered to him. You noticed a hint of sadness replacing his initial shock, and some salty tears poked out from his charcoal tinted eyes. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t make any sense in telling you this now when you have probably already moved on, but I need you to know that I’m sorry. There’s nothing that I can say about the whole thing that will make it right, but… I can’t believe I screwed up this far,” Itachi cried.

The tears were now falling by bucketloads, and he leaned forward with his elbows dug into his thighs. The palms of his hands were pressed against his forehead as he muttered incoherent words. You felt your own emotions take over your once anxious mind, and you began to scoot closer to Itachi. Your hand slid across the length of his arm and grasped his hand, bringing it down in front of you. Whenever you were upset with Itachi during a fight or any other circumstance, it was custom for you to take his hand in your own and play with his fingers to help calm yourself and him down as well. As soon as you began to play with his fingers, Itachi peered up from the floor and stared at your intertwined hands.

“We can’t keep hanging onto the past, you know. What’s done is done, and we shouldn’t look back at it anymore,” you whispered quietly to Itachi, “For some time, I wouldn’t even expect myself to get to this point, but… this child was a reason that I should attempt to forgive you, especially if we decide to keep it in the long run.”

Itachi rubbed his eyes clean with his sleeve and pulled his hoodie off of his head. The ravenous locks once hidden underneath the hood highlighted the lack of care he has given himself. He squeezed your hand back and thought about what you said, specifically the mention of a future together.

“Do you want to keep the child?” Itachi questioned, sniffling as he looked up to notice any change in facial expression.

Ever since the day that you exchanged your vows with Itachi, you had always thought about the possibility of having children and building a family with the man you loved. So, usually, this would have been a no brainer question. With everything you have been through since the day you and Itachi separated, you would have thought you would not want to keep the child that may remind you of it all. However, this gave you a chance for the both of you to start over with forgiveness of Itachi’s past actions, for the sake of the growing fetus within you.

“I would understand why you wouldn’t want to—”

“Let’s start over, Itachi, and take care of this child together,” you cut him off, sniffling as well as the tears begin to overpower you. Itachi nodded and straightened his back, cleaning off whatever residue stuck to his eyes. “I never stopped loving you, Y/N, and I promise I will help you raise this baby right,” Itachi spoke, looking deep into your eyes and finding a small smile written on your lips.

NARUTO MASTERLIST◂▸WRITING MASTERLIST◂▸NAVIGATION

#*+:｡.｡ naruto series writings #anime #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #naruto #itachi #fluff #naruto shippuden #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha

[thatfailedpokemontrainer]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Sprite, and most definitely everyone else this time.

We miss you bunches too.

I promise I’ve never felt unappreciated bubs. I enjoy making sure everyone is taken care of, and the cooking. Are you doing okay? The sleeping a lot is usually not a great sign…

Make sure you teens go out and have some fun while I’m gone too okay? You don’t need to stay cooped up in the house.

You don’t have to write me back if it hurts, but I do really appreciate hearing back from you.

Beedrill: That’s super fair! I have been making absolutely sure that Bird wants to do things before I take her with me. Today she met a baby Spheal and she was very excited about that. We are taking things slow and gentle and careful. She tried matcha ice cream and did not like it because it “tastes like grass”, but I am very excited because this is the first time she told me that she disliked something! She will be in bed by 8:30 and with the lights on. It’s a good thing I brought a sleeping mask.

Tari: Hello hi!! I’m glad that you’re having a good time :) And I’m happy that my room is comfy and nice haha. Don’t worry too much about keeping it clean, it’s a bit…chaotic in there most of the time anyways, between Cobbler being himself and Jester’s offerings…OH. IF YOU SEE ANY PINK BITS AND BAUBLES ON THE FLOOR DO NOT THROW THEM AWAY. There is a pink basket on my dresser, put them in there. They’re probably offerings from Jester and he gets very very upset if you throw them away on accident. I’m glad that you think you and Del are salvageable. I’m not going to push you to forgive it. It put your its and your lives at risk several times when it could have been avoidable and I am still a bit upset at it for that. Just because I love Del doesn’t mean that I’m not absolutely on your side.

Kittsu: That is very silly. Ember baffles and amuses me once more. Oh! Right, there are water-type jelly treats in the fridge. You should try giving some to Aeries, I think she would like them. All I ask is that you stay safe.

Sprite: I feel like I should clarify that I didn’t intend to make you think that you needed to take care of everything. Even I couldn’t take care of everything in the house on my own, that’s a lot of work. As long as everyone is alive and uninjured, and the house is not a smoking trash heap I will be happy. Don’t forget that Vivianne is still home, and she can help you with anything else that you need while I’m gone. ALSO! A thought! Instead of handwriting your letters because they hurt you, you can always type up and print your portion of the letter and attach it instead.

I love you all lots and lots and I’m hoping to be able to come home later next week

Polaris (and Bird :))"

[A few photos are attached. One of Bird patting a very pleased-looking Spheal, another of Bird holding a cone of green ice cream looking a bit disgusted, and a final one of...Polaris talking to Skie? That one seems to have been taken by Bird.]

[A letter was sent back. This time most of it was typed.]

Hi Polaris.

I messed up. I want to be honest with you here i just.

Need to tell you how much I fucked up.

Kittsu was starting to talk to Mari. And Mari was being a better friend then I could ever be to her. I freaked out. Bad. I felt like she was going to leave me- everything was happening all at once.

I told Kittsu to leave and she went home.

I've tried talking to her since. But she just. Dislikes herself more than she likes me. 'ts like talking to a wall.

...

Tari's been staying over less. And beedrill's been avoiding me since. I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry I couldn't handle being alone. I thought I was better than this.

...

Me, Beedrill and Tari are going out tommorow. 'ts gonna be good.

We'll be good, don't cut your trip short.

... 'll let everyone respond from here.

I am glad you're caring for her. She likes you. Your support and love for her is incomparable to the morsels I am able to provide. I have been wondering about service pokemon lately. I know you want to keep service pokemon and battling pokemon seperate but would it be possible for a pokemon to be both? Hm. I want to be better than this. There is much to think about. -Beedrill

Oh HIYA Proffesor!! Yeah- the little gremlin has been sleeping on your floor, scratching and whining and stuff- Luckily Corro keeps him off of the bed :3. And me and Delta made up! It took me to the arcade to play air hocky today!! I won 6 matches out of 10 ^^. I'm staying a bit at both houses rn, but ye!! Thank you for your generosity.

Tired. Might go back to bed.

Love.

Sprite

Beedrill.

Tari xoxo

#sprite :> #pkmn irl #rotumblr #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pkmn #pokeblogging #pokemon

[chaithetics]

porce Nonnie here! i’ve been summoned lol.

As always thank you for such a great one-shot, i died when Shiv kinda interjected about moving in with Tom, it was just so typically Shiv, to try to get the upper hand. Anyways when i do requests i guess i make them more detailed to just offer more options, i’m sorry if it didn’t mention it initially but never feel like you have to adhere to allllll my requests it’s more like throwing a bunch at the wall and seeing what sticks, so like never be afraid to alter them or even just not do them if that’s what your muse wants lol. like this is the fruits of your labor and your work so ur the boss 😎

as for what i thought Porces career would be (again feel free to go your own route). She would own a decently sized commercial space that she would operate as a fair trade cafe/bookstore and community space. She would hire struggling artists/writers/actors and pay them a fair liveable wage to not only operate the cafe/store but also host community events (like art galleries, workshops for vulnerable communities, fundraisers etc) so she has like capable staff meaning she doesn’t need to always be there. She holds fundraisers for causes she likes (makes Stewy bring his work colleagues and donate) and it’s funny i headcanoned that at first her employees would really side eye her, considering she is a roy, and a capitalist and they are socialists (borderline communists) but ofc need the money to live in such an expensive city so they’d suck it up. they kind of warm up to her and give her funny little lessons on meme culture and slang, (they would operate the cafes socials). Porce would really come to care for her employees and not to self insert but a few of them are queer artists and veer Porce to queer causes which she welcomes (especially after having children) but with the events of succession and Logan’s support of Mencken she can’t really stand around and do nothing, she can’t just be avoidant and try to “not talk politics” as the employees she cares about are really the ones who will directly suffer. She experiences their emotions and they might even lash out at her (some might quit) and it really shocks her into action, maybe leading to the confrontation of her father. (idk i’m thinking this up as i go).

i also had one more headcanon, and really this one was inspired by your writings, how tender Porce was with her babies 🥹🥹🥹. put it’s pretty much at the birth of jonathan, and even though she’s been doing therapy after she has him she really just breaks down crying because she loves him sooooo much, already and he’s only been alive for minutes. And it’s kind of her letting go of feeling like it was her fault Caroline didn’t love her. like rationally she knows she couldn’t have done anything wrong that quick but now she kinda understands something was broken in her mother to discard her so quickly. also realizes how Logan must have contributed to that bc Stewy's support was incredibly important to her labourand she knows how logan is. And she quietly loves Jonathan and has Stewy embrace her and thank her for making their family grow.

Hello lovely Porce Nonnie! Thank you for appearing for your summoning haha!

Aw, thank you so much! That part was definitely the hardest one of this fic, I was worried about the flow of it and capturing it. I'm really glad that you liked it!

I love how detailed your prompts are! I genuinely do, they're so special and thoughtful! I think this technically makes you my muse in a way haha? But thank you Nonnie, I appreciate you saying that anyway! I am a people pleaser and despite all the amazing support, I still feel like my writing isn't great, so I just worry about disappointing you and other Nonnies when writing the requests, I guess? I'm working on the people-pleaser/anxiety stuff haha. But thank you, I appreciate it x

Okay, I just looked at your original asks with the prompts so we can create a little masterplan for a career (the closest to an architect I'll ever be lol 😎). Which mentioned the NFP that has support and services for underprivileged mothers. I can totally see that! (I'm going to alter the commercial space a little bit here...) Maybe in a borough like the Bronx and it's a community centre with services like mental health support, some pregnancy-related ones, clothing/period product donations etc. and it includes free community events and fundraisers (would definitely drag Stewy and all of his/her sibling's finance bros and their cheque books along) like different types of art classes, music and language classes, creative writing workshops, 'diverse' book readings, drag queen story hour events (I could also see this linking to the publishing idea and I think after talking about it I'm more sold on it?!) These are done by local/smaller creatives and they're handsomely compensated along with a bit of gallery space there as well for them. I do like the publishing idea so I'll chuck that in there as well and I can see that fitting in with what's been discussed. Even though I like to think Porce is a bit nicer than the other Roys, she is a Roy and she's also married to Stewy and like you said, they're all massive capitalists. This might be getting a bit too political for a fic for some people's taste lol but it's a fact that an ethical billionaire does not exist. There's wishful thinking in the fics but I can't be that wishful with those capitalist billionaires 😂I feel like a Fairtrade coffeeshop/bookstore is just too normal/ethical and they'd all be too out of touch for that if that makes sense? And she'd be lovely to the employees but I think her being out of touch would show and that she wouldn't interact with them too much/be on the ground. She'd pay her employees well, would be more than happy to support queer employees and queer causes, she would definitely be an ally 💅I'm also queer and am happy for people to think Porce is queer and to have a bi or pan identity written in, don't apologise for a self-insert they're more than welcome lovely Nonnie! I think that some would warm up more than others but they'd all find her/her life absolutely ridiculous.

Do you remember last year I think it was, when there was the whole "little miss (insert something)" meme going around? I can totally see them calling her "little miss philanthropist" and then having to explain it to her. She'd tell Kendall about it and he'd have a few that he's found that he's related to and wanted to send to someone and he'd start playfully calling her that (it's happened, I know. Ken told me).

I know you put some prompts in about the bear hug/proxy battle and I have started a fic for the bear hug/Shiv's wedding. That will obviously put a divide between her and her family and I feel like that starts to create more distance and then with what happens in S2 with cruises it creates more and cements the distance. We see Kendall has some kind of moral compass at times but it tends to be the cover/justification for him doing something that benefits him/fires back at is dad and is performative. I think porce is definitely not perfect because she's part of those systems but I like to think she has more of a genuine moral compass and is really horrified and disgusted at what happened and her family's involvement and complicity. I think she'd be very openly anti-Mencken and when Shiv's in that picture with him in S3 I feel like she'd call Shiv and be absolutely disappointed and basically scold her which would shock her. She'd be vocally upset with Kendall about the events of America Decides as well.

OH, I LOVE THAT LAST IDEA NONNIE! OMG!

I've had a couple of requests/questions about the reaction to Jonathan/similar to this and I had started to write one based on one of the other ones and I had pictured a scene similarish to part of what you described which is so cool! I think I'll combine those prompts/ideas into a fic and maybe it'll be this week's edition of Porce and the Shark...👀(I think it's so wholesome and I LOVE IT). Such a beautiful idea Nonnie, thank you!

Let me know if you have any thoughts, I'm also happy to chat about this in comments, ask box or over messages! Sorry for how long this became Nonnie, I appreciate and adore you so much! Thank you 💗

#stewy hosseini #succession #stewy hosseini x reader #chaitheticsasks #requests #stewy hosseini x roy reader #stewy hosseini x roy!reader #stewy hosseini x porcelain #stewy hosseini x porce #porcelain and the shark headcannons #porcelain and the shark

[eyfey]

Gundam The Origin OVA 2!!!!!

Why Zeon look like Abraham Lincoln????

(more under readmore)

whoever this is absolutely did NOT have to roll up in an old school suit of armor but they did and I appreciate them for it

how many more fathers will these children lose...........

oh finally- I was wondering when they were gonna kill of this insane old man

his kill count is so high for like a 12 year old.....

WAIT HE'S ALIVE????? he fell out of like a 6th story window?????

also hold on wait,.....

is that Mirai?????? HOLY SHIT IT IS????? WHY IS SHE HERE??????

surprise jazz number (in english?? and it's really good??)

OH. There wasn't robots in the last one because they haven't even been invented yet. (I knew "Gundam" was new, but I didn't realize mobile suits as a whole were THAT new)

The Baby: pre-trauma

oh no..... momther..... (at least she's still alive? i guess?? for now???)

Y'know I wasn't actually expecting any explanation of Space Texas or why Char was able to just flawlessly ride a horse, but they gave it to us anyway. (Seyla's horse tho..... what a majestic creachure....)

HUH?????? WHA?????? DOES OUR BOY STEAL SOMEONE'S IDENTITY???

always high five your doppleganger it's only polite (seriously though like.... someone's gonna kill Char right?? Does Casval just take his name or is he gonna full on replace him???????)

:^(

the point of no return.........

lol

hey??? hello?????

:^(((((((

Seyla is going THROUGH it........

-

it's wild watching these two grow up with everything the world is throwing at them- like it's only episode 2 and their mom is already dead??? (or at least I'm assuming she is unless were they maybe lied to??? you can't TELL with this show!!!!) there's only like a 5 more years before 0079 WHAT ELSE HAPPENS?????? HOW ARE THERE FOR MORE EPISODES HAVEN'T THEY SUFFERED ENOUGH??

also I really liked the lil bit we got to see of them developing the mobile suits! Are we gonna see the very first zaku?? I hope so!!!

v extra excited to see Casval go absolutely batshit insane in military school

#eyfeys gundam journey #stopping here for tonight- prolly will watch more tomorrow depending on plans #loving the drama though! #after everything that went down in OVAs 1+2 I'm REALLY curious to see what else is gonna happen in the next 4

[squishyneet]

Hello :D it's me again^^

(doesn't seem like I'll leave you alone anytime soon lol)

'Childish Choi' LMAOOO that's what I'm gonna call him from now on 😌

Man the last chapter was craaaaazy and I was squealing, throwing my feet all around and almost falling of my bed

*sighes*

Yes now we got double chipmunkies ✨ surprisingly I actually don't hate Yuseong's vibe at all- no, no I mean I hate him very much<3

To think Eugene would be the younger one :D I like it

Got mad beef with Eugene tho, he was like "Lower your voice I'm on the phone here" the AUDACITY this man boy has got is absolutely beyond me. [insert 'Kim, there's people that are dying']

Then he proceeds to reveal that he knows big deal's plan and smile sweetly... He actually looked really cute... which makes me hate him even more...

Which is why we should kill him >:)

Anyways, what concerns me the most is big deal. I'M ACTUALLY LOSING HOPE 😭😭😭😭💔 unless j-high makes a dope entrance or my bby Sinu comes back (which is sadly unlikely that he even knows) ,I think the future is dark for big deal.. :/

At least someone tell me how Jake will come out alive... ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

F in the chat for the boys 😔✊

(also dw take ur time ;) this is a late reply too.. srry hehe :))

Excited chirps and lots of huggies,

🐣

Fym u don’t like Yuseong he’s my bby

Eugene too damn cute man. It makes sense he’s the younger bro. Wish Yuseong would smack him up sometimes tho.

Bro forget about the audacity on the phone, Eugene drank WINE in front of his brother?? who probs drinks juice O_O

I’m perfectly fine with Jake losing I’m sorry 🙃

Chirps and kissies <3

#lookism #lookism eugene #lookism yujin #lookism cap guy #cap guy #lookism yuseong #lookism yooseong #lookism workers #charles choi #jake kim #webtoon #manhwa #ask #answer #🐣 #🐣 anon

[jezabatlovesbats]

If Candlequin Had a Wiki Page

Species: Living Wax Figure 

Gender: Female

Role: Doom Raider, Ally 

World: Chandelier Circus 

Attacks: Lamp Sparks, Laughter Leap, Wick Explosion

Headcanon Voice Actor(s): Sarah Stiles

Candlequin is a clown made out of wax who is a Magic villain in Skylanders: Trap Team and a Doom Raider.

Personality

Being a clown, Candlequin is very comical and goofy, and she enjoys being in the spotlight. She enjoys herself whenever she is performing, always aiming to bring down the house. She likes to do things her own way. Candlequin is also a bit of a neat freak, arranging her candles in specific rows, but she doesn't like cleaning up messes. 

Abilities

Candlequin is able to light up the wicks on her fingers and magically shoot fire sparks from them. She can summon large explosive candles from the ground. She also can twirl the floating hoop around her waist, which allows her to throw sparks from all angles. She is shown to be fairly athletic, as she is capable of jumping very high and doing flips and cartwheels. 

History

When she first came alive as a performer made of wax, she was given the name Kendall Quinn. Upbeat and candle-obsessed, Kendall traveled in the circus with the other creations of her inventive ringmaster, performing for audiences across Skylands. But then, when the ringmaster started leading the circus in disturbing ways she wasn't happy with, Kendall grew rebellious. She ran away from his circus to start one of her own- the Chandelier Circus- and called herself the Candlequin. She loved being the one in charge to the point where she wanted to show everybody how powerful she was. She and her villainous circus troupe forced people to watch their evil performances, also casting bright spells on their belongings that would make them melt. Her show of force and magical prowess led her to enter the ranks of the Doom Raiders, pushing Pain-Yatta out of the spotlight in the process. She strongly preferred being part of the Raiders than being back in her old circus, as she felt like she had a stronger sense of individuality and brightness. Eventually, like the rest of her fellow Raiders, Candlequin was locked in Cloudcracker Prison. 

Skylanders: Trap Team

After the Doom Raiders were freed, Candlequin, like the others, really didn't feel like following Kaos's plan for world domination. She was curious to know how old he was. Later in the story, after noticing that the group was losing assets with more of them being captured, Candlequin decided she'd stop the Skylanders herself. She reopened her circus with improvements using the leftover Traptanium, swiping people up and keeping them within its walls. The Skylanders arrived at the circus, where they battled its attractions on the outside of the tent and then confronted her on the inside. The fight that followed resulted in Candlequin being defeated and captured. 

Story Quotes

- "How old is this fella, anyway?"

- "Aww, don'cha worry, GQ. I'm sure things are gonna start looking up soon..."

- "Haven't ya noticed?! We're losing more and more of our players! One by one, our candles are going out! You get what I'm trying to say, right?"

- "Lighting a taper will end this little caper."

- "Keep your flames flickering, folks- the show's about to begin!"

- Llllllladies and gentlemen, candles and lamps! On behalf of Her Gilded Majesty, I welcome you to the Chandelier Circus!" 

- "It's funny how you think you can stop us! And I thought I was the clown here!"

- "Wow.. I almost forget how smoky it smells after you put out all the fires. I'd better get out of here."

- "Why, hello there! Didn't really expect ya to make it THIS far, but that's all right. I've made some BIG old improvements to my wick top! Wanna see?"

- "Say goodbye, now, little candle in the wind. Tonight, I'm gonna BLOW YOU OUT! (evil clownish cackle)" (after this line is said, her poster pops up and her name is spoken, and then comes the battle)

- "Sky be nimble! Sky be quick! Sky jump over the candlestick!"

- "I'm NOT clowning around anymore!"

- "Jumpflipabrum candelabrum!"

Trap Quotes

- "Now, now, I'm sure we can all have a laugh about this..." (when in the forcefield thing after the battle, about to be trapped)

- "Huh? Hey, what's the big idea?... NO! Not my beautiful chandelier! How DARE YOU! You know that's gonna leave a smoky AFTERSCEEEEEENNNNNTTT! (honk) Ow!" (when being trapped)

- "Oooh... my back. Say, why do I get the feeling I'm not the only one in here? Is this perhaps your menagerie, Portal Master?" (when trapped)

- "Might as well get myself settled. I was meant to be funny and not scary, wasn't I?"

- "You know what you want, pal!"

- "That other one's not the brightest candle on the tray." (quotes said when you used the same magic trap more than once and now you have to pick one)

- "Let the wick BUUUUUUUUURN!" (when you put the magic trap in the portal and she's in it, this is her shout when she enters the game)

- "The moment you've all been waiting for!"

- "Light 'em up!"

- "Let them all melt!"

- "WHAT?! That's wax!"

- "Don't clown on me, now!"

- "Lamp sparks!"

- "Wicksplosion!" (in-battle quotes)

- "Oh me, oh my. Your candle's running out! Don't worry, I'll take care of this!" (when you're low on health)

- "That's what I'm talking about! I have to rekindle my flame now, if you don't mind." (once time is up)

- "Can't exactly get out there with a drowned wick, pal."

- "Oh, no, no! We wouldn't want me to melt." (quotes said when you try to summon her while her timer is still charging up)

- "I'm prepared to perform, Portal Master! Send me in! (honk honk)"

- "My candlelight's back, and I'm ready to go!" (full timer)

- "Oh ho! Look at you! You're a crystal chandelier of greatness! Respect." (when you complete a chapter with her in the trap)

- "Liking what ya got here, Skylander. Consider me if ya need someone to teach ya the ways of the performing arts."

- "How'd ya get the place smelling this fresh even without any scented candles?"

- "Ya know, I could get those Skaletones guys a gig at my circus. Would that be too out of wax?" (stuff said when at the Academy)

- "Well, don't they look bright!" (when you find a soul gem)

- "Not really my strong suit, but I'll give it a shot." (when you're doing a puzzle)

- "This guy isn't clowning when he says he needs me!" (quest)

- "So, how's it all looking?" (when checking her stats)

- "(honk honk) Candlequin!" (saying her name when you move to her icon in the vault)

Villain Theme ♫

This is what I imagine the music for her boss battle sounding like:

And I imagine her villain theme, the music that plays when you play as her, sounding something like this:

Trivia

- Her name is a portmanteau of "candle" and "harlequin." 

- She was going to be a marionette/clown/candle hybrid named Marion Candles, but the marionette side of her was removed because her creator thought she'd be too similar to Mesmeralda.

- Candlequin's creator imagines her being a Sensei for the sorcerer battle class, wielding a large candlestick staff. 

#Skylanders #Skylanders Trap Team #fake wiki pages #Candlequin #oc #my ocs #Youtube

[cockneydio]

it's rare i get upset over whatever clownfart this mess is. But, seems today is that the day where i get mildly agitated at it. Anyway looking for good advice to not throw down in the ballpit full of vomit. And, wishing everyone else here a better weekend.

Oh I didn't mean to upset you if that's what happened I apologize! I tend to forget I have a.....idk like an unusually unperturbable skin when it comes to internet shenanigans. It comes mostly from being in an industry full of people with terrible takes they get paid to say in public and other people who write anonymous comments on my stories that run the gamut from batshit to horseshit. So I've learned to not only not take any of this seriously, but also turn it into a form of entertainment (yes even when I'm being philosophical about it bc hi hello it's fandom it's a subculture I participate in by choice so either it's enjoyable or I don't do it).

My advice to you, tho, since that's not the kind of thing someone can just do, is put your phone down and go outside. Without it. Just stand there for 10 minutes if you can't or don't feel like walking. Go see what the bugs are doing, see if you can identify which bird in which tree is making the sound you notice the most, figure out what that smell is, look at how the needles on this cactus connect to the body differently than that other species. If you can do it safely, touch the bark of a couple different trees, and see how they vary. Is it sunny where you are? Humid? Chilly but pleasant? Colder than a witch's teat? Are the neighbors downstairs smoking again? Can you identify the loud song they're playing? If it's dark, can you see the stars? Which ones? How close is the moon to being full dya think? Keep looking at everything until your eyes adjust and you can see it all comfortably, listen until the sounds dull into a nice hum, breathe deeply until you don't notice different smells.

You'll find yourself paying attention to what's in front of you, what's around you, and the air you take into your body to keep you alive. And you'll forget, for a little while anyway, the trivial troubles of online drama. It's a grounding exercise that can really help you sort of reset your perspective. Hopefully on the back end, you might be able to see the ballpit full of vomit as a ballpit full of vomit that like...is straight up not worth your time.

#i hope this helps really and truly #it's a very uhhh armchair medatation < is that spelled right I don't think it is but I haven't the wherewithal to look it up 😭 #meditation #omg #anyway it's just something I thought of. kind of 'touch grass' but yknow useful instead of mean lol #answered ask #anonymous #spam my askbox #i split some infinitives here it's gonna drive be nuts

[larrytickles]

My first post

Hello everyone! I've not come up with a name to use for this space yet, so I will remain nameless for now. I created this blog as an outlet for my obsession with Larry Stylinson and One Direction, and also so that I could combine it with my interest in reading and writing tickle fics. If it's not your thing I understand, but just move along and don't send any hate please.

I have a bit of a complicated relationship with real people fics. Normally I'm against them, but - hypocritical to have a but, I know - I'm carefully trying this out. I've not really ever been deep enough in the fandom that I've interacted with fan content (other than tiktoks the past couple of years) or created any myself, but I've really been having a tough time recently and figured, why not? Why not try something out if it keeps me alive, you know? Again, if it's not your thing move along. I recognize that the versions of the boys I will write and eventually read about aren't them. Is it weird to latch onto imaginary versions of them? Maybe. I never said this made sense.

Anyway! As I mentioned I'd like to write tickle fics for mainly Larry, but will probably explore different combinations of all the boys as I adore their friendships too (and maybe throw in some poly romance here and there?). I'm not sure if I will post any fics without tickles, but there's a possibility. I write tickle fics on other blogs (for fictional chaarcters), so I'm used to tickling being thrown in everywhere, but won't be as strict about it here despite my username. I want to focus on Larry and 1D more than tickling itself if I reblog things, unless I find content that contains both. This is very much still a work in progress and I will be exploring what I'm comfortable sharing here. As far as tickling goes I find it both cute in a platonic way, but also have it as a kink, for full transparency. If it makes you uncomfortable that's entirely within your right, but I will not tolerate any hate or judgment. I'm not sure how much spice I will be including in my fics - I might only need to finally write the handful of scenarios I've had in my mind for years now and then move on. Who knows! I might not even be comfortable writing the fics at all and then this might just become a Larry and 1D blog I can finally use as an outlet to post about them.

Either way: hi! I will come up with a name eventually, maybe.

#larry stylinson #larry stylinson fics #tfb community #tickle community #larry fics #larry tickles

[bish-plz-haha]

Chapter 13

Harry hesitantly knocked on the front door. Mrs. Weasley had owled him asking him over. She hadn't given him a reason but Harry had agreed anyway. Harry waited on the front porch, waiting for the door to open. He waited, and waited, and waited but the door hadn't even skimmed over the floorboards inside. Finally, a smiling face greeted him and welcomed him into the house.

"Harry! Welcome!" Molly smiled at him. He returned the smile and stepped into the house. "How are you? Lunch is almost ready." She told him.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. What are you fixing?" He questioned.

"Oh, you know," she said, waving her hand, "just some roasted potatoes with french onion soup." She smiled and lead him to the kitchen. Breathing in the aroma of the food, Harry smiled. He missed her cooking. She truly makes original food Harry hasn't heard of.

"Why did you ask me here?" Harry jumped to it. He didn't want to wait as his stomach flipped the longer he waited.

"Just wanted to spend some quality time with you as I havent really since you arrived in our house in the summer before your second year." She told him. She fiddled with the ladel in the pot, stirring the soup more than necessary, Harry thought.

"Oh, um, alright." Harry was completely confused but went along with it. About two hours later, a knock at the door sent them looking to each other. Harry began to get up to answer the door when Mrs. Weasley waved him down.

"I'll get it dear, sit back down." She was gone for a while. Harry felt the energy of the house shift. "This way dear." He heard her voice growing closer and as he did, he couldnt help but shift in his seat. The house was alive with tension filling the walls. Emerging through the doorway was not one, but two redheads.

"Mum, why is Harry here?" Ron sent a glare Harry's way and Harry just glared back.

"You two have been best friends since your first year together eleven years ago." She huffed. "You need to make up!"

"Not until he apologises."

"For what?! What did I do?" Harry exclaimed. Ron turned to leave the kitchen but an invisible force pushed him backwards.

"What the hell?" He placed his hand on it. "Mum, really? A shielded room?" Ron whined.

"Make up and I'll take it down. I can keep this up all night." She smiled at them from outside the room. Ron rolled his eyes and sat on one of the chairs across the table from Harry. They sat quietly, not looking at one another. The aroma of the food filled the kitchen, making Harry's mouth water. He was hungry.

As the hours passed, Harry could see the fading sun in the kitchen window. Molly had popped in and out several times to check on the soup. And each time Ron had complained. He even tried to fool her once,to which she responded, "oh, Ronald. You should know better than to try to lie to your mum. I raised you. I think at this point I can tell when you're lying." She scolded. That had been about two hours ago.

"Seriously, if she thinks she can keep me here, she's got another thing coming. I could break this spell easily." Ron muttered as he paced the doorway. Harry just hummed as he got up to grab some soup. He was hungry enough that his stomach started to protest the lack of food. Ron, who had actually attempted to break the spell but decided to give up after three tries, shortly followed his actions and grabbed a bowl himself, filling it up with soup. The two of them sat in the kitchen, alone, slurping the soup. Neither said a word.

"Hello boys." Hermione grinned from just outside the door. It was dark now. Ron shot her a hopeful look.

"Oh, thank Merlin. 'Mione, you gotta get me out of here."

She looked between them, eyes shifting around the room. "Have you made up yet?" She questioned, staring them both down with a look of disappointment. Ron huffed and sat back in a chair.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." He turned to Harry, gaze hard and cold. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I just dont trust the guy and you seem to throw trust to everyone. I will respect that you're now friends with him but I dont want to hang around him." By the end of his mini-speech, Ron's eyes became softer and apologetic. "Honestly, I do miss you mate. You're my best friend."

"I'm sorry too. I should have told you about Draco. Friends?" Harry held out his hand for Ron to shake. He quickly took the outstretched hand and smiled at Harry.

"Friends." Harry smiled. "Let's just go back to how we were before. Alright?" He nodded before looking to Hermione.

"Will you let us out now?" Harry asked. She beamed at them and ran into the room, hugging them both.

"I'm so happy we're all friends again." She pulled away from them. "It was getting exhausting to have you two fighting like you used to." She turned and pulled out her wand, removing the spell from the room. Ron and Harry exited and made way for the living room, settling onto the couch.

"Finally, a comfortable seat!" Ron exclaimed. "So, have you heard about the Harpies?"

Harry shook his head. "You know I haven't. You're my one source for quidditch information." The two of them chuckled and talked about the upcoming end of quidditch season. Hermione and Molly sat in chairs across the room, talking before looking to the boys and smiling.

"I'm glad they made up. It was honestly exhausting." Hermione told her. She hummed in agreement and just watched Harry and Ron talk.

*

As Harry entered the house, Draco sat in the living room with a book in hand. "Welcome home." He called. Harry thanked him and made his way up the stairs. He quickly got a shower and got ready for bed.

"Harry?" Draco called. Harry looked around. The blonde was nowhere to be seen. "Harry!" He heard again. This time he sounded more panicked. Harry turned around and around, eyes searching the vast field for any sign of life other than himself. But, again, nothing. Suddenly he felt a presence behind him and went to reach for his wand but it wasn't in his pocket like it normally was. With fear coursing through his veins, he whirled around, coming face to face with Draco. The man started talking but Harry couldn't hear him. He saw his mouth moving but no sounds were coming out.

"What?" Harry asked.

The light around him shimmered and he was back at Hogwarts. The corridor was long and expansive - more so than he remembered. The large wooden door leading into the Room Of Requirement next to him. Draco, again, was standing in front of him. This time, though, his robes were different. Instead of the dark green Harry used to see on the man, his robes showed a crimson red - the Gryffindor crest on his shoulder.

"Come with me." Draco held out his hand. Ron and Hermione were far off in the distance, his name echoing down the hall as they called out to him. But his curiosity was peaqued. He wanted to know what the former Slytherin was going to show him. He took his hand freely and was led inside the room. The door slammed behind them leaving them in the quiet, empty space. Suddenly a table appeared, filled with food like the grand hall tables would be when students returned to the school. Draco took a seat at the table and smiled at Harry, ushering him over.

"What's this?" Harry questioned as he walked over and took a seat.

"Just something for us." Draco said, eyes half lidded. Harry pulled a grape off the vine and popped it into his mouth. Draco smiled at him and started leaning forward.

"Why dont we go over there instead." He whispered, breath hitting Harry's face, as he nodded at something over Harry's shoulder. As a shiver ran down his spine, Harry turned to look behind him. A large king sized bed was neatly made and waiting; the spread Gryffindor colours. Draco took Harry by the hand and led him over. But before he could react to quite literally anything, lips crashed down onto his own. The shock and force of the kiss sent him stumbling backwards, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the bed, causing the two to topple over onto the plush mattress.

Gasping awake, Harry sat up and looked around the room. He pressed two fingers to his lips. A tingling sensation ran through them; almost as if he had actually been kissed. Harry got out of bed and followed the sweet scent of bacon and pancakes through the halls and down the stairs.

"Morning." Harry muttered. The air tense. Draco looked at Harry like he knew; like he had the same dream. And perhaps he had. They did share a bond that seemed to grow by the day. Harry saw Daisy glance between them, a worried look skating across her face but went back to her task, ignoring the tension they had created - if she felt it at all, that is. Harry moved cautiously around Draco, being sure not to touch him in any way. Draco had seemed to do the same. They carefully moved about the kitchen, making their own morning drinks until they both reached for the handle to the refrigerator. Hand on hand, they looked at each other with wide eyes.

Move so I can get to get the creamer. Draco thought. Harry fought back.

My house, my rules. You let go so I can open it.

Draco huffed and moved his hand off Harry's, allowing him to open the door. Draco quickly reached in and grabbed the creamer as Harry reached for the milk. As Harry went to put the milk back, a repeat happened. Their hands met once again on the handle but this time, they looked to each other then quickly looked away. Harry could feel the blush creeping up his neck, passing along the shell of his ears before finally settling on his cheeks. Harry quickly removed his hand from Draco's and let the other open the door first. They quickly moved to the table, waiting for the food to be brought to them. After eating though, Harry decided he had thoroughly made up his mind.

"Um, can I ask you about something?"

"I guess." Draco emitted, sipping his tea.

"Did you... did you have the same dream I did last night?"

"And what might that have been?" Draco had a smirk creeping onto his face, though Harry hadn't taken notice.

"We were in the Room Of Requirement and you weren't wearing Slytherin robes." Harry could feel the heat rising in his face as he thought back to the dream.

"That clears it up. What else happened?" This time, though, Harry had taken note of the mischievous glint in Draco's eyes.

"Oh, sod off. You know what happened." Harry laughed. Draco burst into laughter. It was the kind of laugh that came from deep down in the chest. His head thrown back and eyes crinkled as he did so.

Once his laughter died down, he looked to Harry. A smile still placed on his face but he looked more serious now. "Yes, I do. I'm not sure if it's because of our bond or what, but I do believe we had the same dream." He informed Harry. The boy who lived just nodded and sipped his tea. The air grew tense once again but neither of them made a move to leave the room.

"What- actually, never mind." Draco said.

"No, what?" Draco shook his head. "You cant just start a sentence and then not finish it." Harry huffed. Draco again burst into a laugh but it wasn't like the one before. It was small and controlled.

Taking a deep breath in Draco said, "What would you do if that did actually happen?"

Frozen in place by shock from the sheer bluntness of the question, Harry frowned and shook his head. "I-I'm actually not sure." I'm not sure I'd be opposed to it though, he thought. Harry was hoping to Merlin that his mental filter was strong enough to hold back that thought from the other.

"Oh really?" Draco smirked. Nothing else was said as he got up, grabbed his dishes and walked to the kitchen. Harry sat confused for a moment longer before following the blondes actions and took his dishes to the kitchen to clean. Harry started the spigot before hearing a chuckle erupt from behind him. Harry hadn't even noticed Draco on the other side of the room.

"Are you a wizard or a muggle, Potter?" Draco's playful tone caused a smile to break out on Harry's face. Harry turned the water off and turned to face him.

"Raised muggle, borne wizard Malfoy." Harry shot back. Draco smiled widely at him. That smile, Harry thought. Draco winked at him a second later. Blush creeped it's way up the back of Harry's neck and onto the tip of his ears. The heat from his face was fever temperature. With one long stride, Draco stepped closer - only a metre away. Harry was literally looking up to him. Draco's piercing grey-blue eyes looked almost as if he were looking right through Harry. And Harry hadn't taken the time to study his eyes before. But as he did so, his breath caught in his throat as Draco took another step towards him. Instinctively, Harry stepped back. His lower back hit the edge of the counter. He had nowhere to go so whatever Draco was about to do, Harry couldnt run.

Dipping down to whisper in Harry's ear, Draco's hot breath hit the sensitive skin causing a shiver to roll down his spine as he said, "what would you do if I just kissed you?" Eyes widening, Harry watched as Draco pulled back with a smirk on his face. The green-eyed man wasnt entirely sure what the smirk was about; was he joking and enjoying Harry's reaction or was he serious but also enjoying his reaction? "Kidding!" Draco said moments later, stepping back to the other side of the kitchen island. A strained smile slithered it's way onto his thin lips, slowly rising the corners of his mouth.

Harry's eyes travelled anywhere but the other man. They stood in silence for a moment before Harry just walked awkwardly out of the room. He locked himself in his bedroom. He had no plans on exiting the room for the rest of the day but that was quickly demolished when an owl came to his window, pecking to be let in.

"Yeah, I'm comin. I'm coming." Harry opened the window so the perched owl could hop into his room. In its beak, a piece of parchment rested. Harry took the parchment and gave the owl a treat before opening the letter.

Hey, Harry,

I have been thinking. I've been wanting to tell you for a while. Hermione has known for a while but she told me I should tell you myself. I'm not sure how to say this but... I'm quitting at the ministry. I've been wanting to do it for a while but I wasnt sure if I should. But lately I've been miserable. So, I'm going to go work with George at the shop. Just wanted go let you know so when you go back to work, you're not wondering why I'm not there. Still wanna get lunch though? Let me know.

Ron

Harry smiled and shut the window, the breeze cold and chilling. He quickly ran down the stairs and to the drawing room and pulled out a piece of parchment. He wrote a reply message, agreeing to lunch and wishing his friend the best. He ran back up to his room, gave the owl a treat, and placed the paper in its beak to send back to Ron. The owl screeched and took off.

Harry sat back on his bed and closed his eyes, envisioning a perfect world in his head. A world of the perfect childhood. Of the friends he could have had were it not for the rising of Tom Riddle. How maybe if it weren't for the things that drove the houses apart - specifically slytherin - they could have all been friends aside from quidditch. Pulled from his thoughts from a knock on the door, Harry grumbled a 'come in'. Daisy stuck her head in the door, eyes full of worry.

"Is Harry Potter feeling well?" She asked. Harry sat up and smiled at her. He noticed it was mid afternoon now. How long have I been in dreamworld?

"I'm alright. Thank you Daisy. Is that all?"

She shook her head. Timidly, she said, "Master wants to talk to Harry Potter. Master wants to know if that is okay." Harry thought for a second before hesitantly nodding. She disappeared through the door before Draco appeared.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hands in his pockets and eyes cast downwards at his feet. Harry hummed as he sat cross-legged. "Can... do you want to... do you want to talk about this morning?"

Harry shook his head, muttering a small 'no' as he played with his hand that laid in his lap. He picked at his nails - a growing anxious habit he's been meaning to bite but hasn't yet. Draco sighed, muttered something to Daisy, who had her head poked through the door, and closed the door behind him. Harry watched carefully as Draco strode over to his bed, each step seemingly calculated like walking towards a frightened animal. But after a moment of pause and contemplation, Draco sat down next to Harry. He placed his hand atop Harry's, cutting short what would soon to be a bleeding finger.

"What's happening inside your head Harry?" Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "What?" Draco asked, confused.

"Nothing. Just something that happened during the war." Draco nodded. "But I just... I'm confused. About everything." Harry admitted. "And Ron and I made up - he sent me a letter today actually telling me he was going to quit being an Auror. And that he's going to work at his brothers shop. I thought- I thought we were going to do this together." Harry said. Draco nodded.

"I cant relate to anything about Weasel - sorry, Weasley - and you but I can say I relate to being confused about everything. I have feelings right now that I dont understand. And, honestly, it's scaring the living hell out of me." Draco paused. His eyes were running through different emotions as he looked at Harry. "And I keep trying to suppress it but it just comes back stronger. Whenever I'm around this person, I feel strangely drawn to them; like I'm safe around them. Like I'm coming home almost."

Harry snapped his eyes from his hands to Draco, surprised. He said nothing, just looking at Draco. He genuinely had no idea what to say. Because he had no idea who Draco was talking about. But he did know he had a similar feeling. But his feeling was more of a need to be intimate. Not a sexual intimacy but just a strong desire to be close. But he blamed it on the bond.

"Well, I hope that they feel the same as you. You're a great person and deserve to be happy." Harry said. He saw Draco smile as the bed dipped with weight as Draco leaned in closer. Harry opened his mouth to say something else but before he could, Daisy apparated into his room.

"Harry Potter. A Mrs. Granger is here to see you." Harry looked to Draco and got up. He headed towards the stairs but before he could reach the top stair, Draco grabbed his arm.

Harry looked back at him, curious. Draco stepped forward, close enough Harry could feel his breath ghosting his face. "Serious question: what would you do if I just kissed you?" It was the exact sentence from early that morning. Realisation dawned on him. That morning, Draco was not kidding. And, just a moment ago, he was speaking about Harry. Timidly, Harry nodded. Draco leaned forward and paused. "Are you sure?" Hot breath ghosted across Harry's lips. He looked up to Draco's eyes, searching for any malice or ill-intent. When he found none, he smiled and nodded. Draco closed the gap between them, at first it was a small, apprehensive brush of lips but he soon put some force into it. He placed his hands on Harry's hips, pulling him in closer so their bodies were flush against each other. Harry placed his hands on the small of Draco's back.

Draco pulled back from Harry, grinning like a fool. "Go see what Granger wants." Draco said, releasing his grip on Harry's hips. Harry grinned at him as well before turning to hurry down the stairs. Hermione was waiting patiently in the living room, looking around at the colouring of the house. "Gryffindor red. Sirius had renovated the house before he died, knowing I was to inherit it." Harry told her. She quickly turned around, smiling at her friend as he entered the room.

"Harry!" She opened her arms and walked towards him, embracing him as though she hadn't seen him in months. "I have some good news for you." Harry's face contorted into confusion and curiosity. "Harry, I found a way to break the bond." She whispered, smiling at him. When Harry didn't smile immediately at her, she shot him a worried look. "What's wrong? I-I thought you'd be happier about this. Harry? What's going on?"

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