#i hope there are no typos bc i'm not reading over this again

[zukkaoru]

no but do you understand. kunikida being the one person who sees both dazai and chuuya as irrevocably human. dazai and chuuya each see the other as human but don't have the same faith in themselves. but kunikida. kunikida getting close with both of them, and finding the humanity in both of them. everyone else is so far away, so far below, everyone else sees the untouchable Double Black. everyone else sees the wake of their destruction, the craters left by chuuya's ability, the meticulous plans set up and executed by dazai, the infallible partnership that could level city blocks and take out entire organizations. everyone else sees them as gods, and dazai and chuuya see themselves as monsters, but kunikida--

kunikida sees them after the comedown. he sees dazai on his bad days, when he can't even drag himself out of bed, when it's more painful to hold himself back from jumping in the river than just letting the water fill his lungs. he sees chuuya post-corruption when everything hurts and dazai's touch is the only relief and he's vulnerable and willing to ask for help instead of just taking whatever it is he needs. he's seen them laugh at stupid jokes (both each other's and his own), he's seen them throw popcorn at each other during movie nights, he's seen them during the quiet moments when there's no performance, when they can just relax. he's seen chuuya without the hat and gloves, and he's seen dazai without the bandages. he's seen their pasts laid out on their skin in every scar. he's heard some of the stories and inferred others. he's seen them as Double Black too, of course - he saw the destruction caused after the dead apple incident and he's seen the darkness that lingers in dazai's eyes and he's seen chuuya come home with blood on his clothes and a grim expression on his face. but he's also seen chuuya half-asleep wearing a shirt that's too big for him and he's seen dazai light up at something as simple as kunikida making an extra cup of tea for him. he's seen the destruction caused in their wake, but he's also felt their hands on his skin, gentle, holding him like he's something precious. he's seen beneath the surface, and knows that they are neither gods nor monsters; they are just two humans who have never been told that is all they ever need to be.

#IM HAVING BRAINROT SO BAD GUYS #kunichuuzai #kunikida doppo #bsd #do you even get it!!!!! [gestures to my incomprehensible rambling] #hello grace here #i hope there are no typos bc i'm not reading over this again #<- edit. there was a typo. of course.

[changbinsboiledegg]

Enha hyung line reactions to their gf having a thigh riding kink? - ⛄️

Heyo thank you for your request! I hope you like these! Ily 🫶🫶

AFAB! Reader X Enhypen Hyung line.

(disclaimer: I think technically these could be gender neutral bc I didn't necessarily name any AFAB words regarding body parts other than 'pelvis' but just in case, I'm tagging it as AFAB.)

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Thigh riding kink, smut, anything else? lmk.

Note: Why is it that when I write reactions, I unintentionally make the first few short and the rest long??? Beats me... Or maybe they are same length? ... lol.. length. idk. I hope y'all enjoy, I proofread but can't guarantee that there aren't typos lol. I'm going to log off for the night again so... have fun & again, MDNI.

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Heeseung

The second you brought it up and that you wanted to try it, he was up to the idea and mostly just wanted to see where things would go.

As you straddled his waiting thigh and started to rock your hips against his thigh in slow movements, he’d help you out by guiding your hips and finding it incredibly hot how your own thighs shook and the little sounds you made as you came closer to orgasm.

“We should definitely do this again.” Heeseung smirked, rubbing your shaking thighs.

“Please.” You begged, to which his smirk grew.

Jay

It was your birthday and Jay told you, anything you wanted, he would give you. It was your day, after all. Even if he meant material items.

“You want to… ride… my thigh?” He rephrased your suggestion to make sure he heard you right. When you confirmed, he sat down and pulled you by your hips until you were straddling him.

“Go ahead, then.” He removed his hands from your hips and leaned back on the couch as you placed your legs on either side of his thigh, lowering yourself and riding his thigh. Jay seemed to enjoy watching you come undone like this, eyeing your facial expressions and listening to the soft moans you made.

Jake

“What’cha lookin at?” Jake sat beside you as you were staring at your phone screen with full immersion. He knew you liked to read webtoons and such, but he didn’t know you were reading something a bit more spicier.

After a few seconds with no answer, he jokingly swiped your phone and held it up higher than his head. You lunged for it, straddling him as you reached for your phone.

Suddenly, your thighs were straddled on either side of one of his thighs and your pelvis met his thigh, earning a soft gasp as it made contact with the slightest friction. Your reaction caused Jake to freeze as he set your phone on the spot beside him where you sat and his hands were on your hips, creating friction as he rubbed you against his thigh, earning the same reaction, only more prominent.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Sunghoon

He looked up ‘thigh riding’ after he saw the term in your browser history. What he learned about this, surprised him as he didn’t think you were the type to enjoy something like this.

But here he is, attempting to tease you about it without bringing it up by sitting and manspreading whenever you’re in the same room, knowing you’d fit perfectly on his thigh if you let desire take over. But you never acted on it and he was dying to let you try it with him.

He got tired and pulled you in for a kiss, which turned into making out and you straddling his thigh as he tried to control where you were placed. He wanted to see how you looked and how you sounded and he was almost overjoyed when he felt you rubbing yourself against his thigh with your lips locked on his.

“Just like that…”

Note 2: Yes, reader is reading smut in Jake's. Goodnight lmao.

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen hyung line smut #enhypen x reader #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios

[just-some-random-blogger]

hey gorgeous! it's me! thank you so much for writing it! tbh, it's not what i expected but AGWHWHWG bc soft!daemon? i LOVE it!! such a cutie!! i still do need him to suffer more, though... what do you think about maybe a part 2? where he's the one who (finally) gets teased and gets the taste of his own medicine (reader flirting with HM ser stong?). so the demanded apology with tears on the knees (not nsfw) because this pretty prick deserves it :) again, thank u so much for writing it! sorry if it's too much, never wanted to make you uncomfortable! take care!

Since You Asked So Nicely

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader

Summary: Your feud with your husband was about to meet a swift and strong end.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/descriptions of violence, daemon's still such a man, fem!reader, wife!reader, i love strong puns XD, married couple quarrels, harwin daddy, jealous!daemon, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: the title of this fic is my reaction to you nonnie. honestly i kinda felt both bad that my fic wasn't enough T_T LIKE PLEASE I TRIED then annoyed like HOW DARE YOU NOT LIKE IT THEN MAKE ME WRITE SMTH ELSE HADhASLHDA HAHAHAH nah but then you asked me so nicely so i thought ok fine i'll give it another wack i hope that i'll finally be enough for you T_T i guess our theme for today is petty 🥰 WIAT GURL THESE GIFS SIDE BY SIDE TOGETHER FUCK THAT SHIT IM DEAD BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony Part 1 (which I think you should read) "It Takes Two"

We had not spoken since our struggle last night. In the flames of my anger, I woke up before him and made no effort to alert him of my errands or duties for the day. That of course, also meant, he was certainly riveting in annoyance and betrayal having woken up alone after pleading mercy to me until he and I both fell asleep.

In all his pride and morose wailing, still, he did not find it in himself to ask for pardon. He instead wasted his breath in trying to convince me he did it as a game, and that I should not have thought much of it, that he would happily get on his knees but for the exact opposite thing I truly want him to do.

And even now, the man is as insufferable as he can get. Since it seems it was nary clear that I did not enjoy the sight of him divulging his attentions to other ladies at court, he did, what? Yes of course, the very exact thing.

Each ear of his had a young lady giggling bashfully into it. I had gone a great many lengths to ignore it, but then it began to be unbearable when I finally noticed the lords and ladies turn from my husband to me, muttering and laughing under their breath.

Normally, I wouldn't even bat an eye over the opinions the pricks had of me or my husband. Here and now however, it was hard not to feel like a dunce, when I was the princess, yet I was standing alone, and my prince had ladies fawning over him left and right.

Enough.

I will not grant him the satisfaction of humiliating me any more than he has. I'm leaving.

Daemon watches, perking at the sight of the exit. He steps forward, away from the irritating voices, smirk falling, for it was never truly genuine in the first place.

His face hardens when there is an interception.

"My princess," a deep voice speaks, as a large man blocks me.

I lift my gaze and stop before we collide. Immediately, my spirits are lifted at the sight of the dark man's hair and beard, "Harwin."

His lips curve at the familiarity of my addressing.

"I thought you were off, doing gods-know-what again?"

Harwin chuckles, shaking his head, "the gods have allowed me to accomplish my tasks swiftly.

He raises a brow and places his hands behind him, "you're not leaving when the festivities have not even commenced yet, are you?"

I scoff, crossing my arms, "festivities are naught this eve, ser Strong."

"That is because," he steps forward, taking my hand slowly, "you and I have not yet shared a dance."

I roll my eyes at him, "you're a poor partner."

"And that is precisely why the festivities will commence."

I snort, smiling up at him, as he smiles back down. He takes my expression as wordless agreement. Harwin spins me once before leading me to the dancefloor. I chuckle at his theatrics. Poor he may be in dancing, he's always been good at making me smile.

I press slightly against him as his hand falls to my back, the other clutching my arm delicately.

"Tell me, Winne," I grip his firm shoulder as we glide with the music.

He snorts at my archaic pet name for him, rolling his eyes as he licks his teeth in amusement.

I am amused by his reaction, pleased to know that the name still held him tightly in annoyance, exactly like how it did when we were younger. I chuckle before deflating, "do men normally think it a game to toy with their wives' feelings?"

Harwin's amused expression fades. He grunts and spins me around, using the opportunity to eye Daemon, who was undoubtedly already looking at us.

When his eyes dart back to me, he purses his lips, "indeed this night is not at all festive to you, little doe."

I turn away from him, aimlessly looking at his collar to avert my glare elsewhere. He did not mean to trigger my anger, what he said was his pet name for me as children, but it had been since overshadowed by my husband's musing of the name; he called me his little doe in times he came to me as a predator and I appeared to him like prey.

My gut groans in annoyance.

Harwin notices my discomfort and does me the courtesy of changing the subject, "tis unfortunate for me to announce a tonne of men believe riling wives a thrilling sport."

I turn back to him; the darkness in my face melts when I catch the concern in his. I purse my lips tightly, pushing a stray curl away from his face, "and do you hold the same regard, Strong?"

"Hmm," he looks away to think, "my princess would be pleased to learn that as a child, I had a terrible playmate," Harwin turns back to me, raising his brows, "she was the most entitled little girl I ever met, was so viscous and strong."

I snort.

He mimics, "though perhaps not as strong as me. Still, I am aghast to ever think of crossing or treating a woman poorly, not even because I think it descent, but merely for I fear the rage of she."

I cannot help the fond smile that spreads on my lips. I tilt my head as we circle the room, continuing our movements, "I suppose it is the gods irony that the Strong boy fears a strong girl."

Harwin laughs, twirling me around once more. I break into a chuckle as he does so, a bit dizzy when he pulls me back close to him. I am heaving slightly when he pulls me close.

"I suppose it is, princess," he tilts his head.

In that moment, the song ends and each dance partner parts, clapping as they did, us included.

"Care for another dance, Winnie?" I ask, extending my hand to him.

"Actually," he leads me to the side, "I was wondering if you wanted a change of pace," Harwin brings us by a column, "I feel that, in all his pettiness, the prince has not yet told you that the flowers he requested for you have recently just been planted in the gardens."

"What?"

Harwin huffs, "I had the same reaction when I heard of it. Your husband is a fu-"

Instantaneously, I am pulled aside and a string of, what I knew to be High Valyrian curses, were muttered tightly. Daemon seethes, gripping me with his iron hand, "and what of her husband, Strong?"

Harwin is unfazed by the glare Daemon throws.

I wince at how rough his grip is on me, "unhand me!" I bark, shoving Daemon off me. He does not budge and tightens his grip further. It is clear to me Daemon is too blinded by his rage to realize he is hurting me.

It is because of this, Harwin finally steps in. He barks, yanking Daemon off me, stepping between us, "you're hurting your wife, prince!"

Of course the action only caused further injury to me, Daemon's nails grazed my skin, and yet I am thankful for Harwin's interception.

The vein on Daemon's neck flares as he presses forward, closer to his opponent, "you have no right to tell me what I do with my wife!"

The area of my arm that Daemon grabbed throbs in pain. Tears fog my eyes as I watch the two of them squabble.

"I have every right to protect the princess," Harwin flares, "especially from the likes of you."

"From the likes of me?!" Daemon narrows his eyes.

The crowd breaks into a shocked gasp when the prince lunges and grabs Harwin by the collar, muttering something in High Valyrian, then threatening, "I best kill you. Who the fuck do think you are to tell me anything, vermin?!"

"Daemon!" I quip, prying him off Harwin, "unhand him!"

"YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!" Daemon seethes, hands digging deeper into Harwin's clothing.

"KEEP YOUR ATTENTIONS ON HER THEN!" Harwin barks back, overpowering him, twisting Daemon's hands off him and shoving him away.

The next instant, the attentions of the entire room is upon us. I feel my blood pump as my head spins, unsure of what to do next. I still manage to act swiftly before anything else can happen.

I walk over to Harwin, calling out to him. "that's enough, please just-"

"Why are you going to hi-" Daemon starts, grabbing me again. He cuts himself back and recoils when I whine and draw back at the contact he makes at my sore arm, the arm he most definitely bruised.

I snap at him, throwing him a hot glare. He looks bewildered. He looks guilty. He doesn't even meet my eyes and instead is staring at my arm. I point a finger at him, "I'll deal with you later."

I turn back to Harwin, placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away, "go home, Winnie."

Daemon's head cocks, his lips twitches in an unpleasant manner, "Winnie?"

Harwin gently takes my arm, leaning in, "he hurt you."

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I fight them off as I whimper, "please, just go."

Harwin brushes his calloused hand on my injured arm before walking back and storming off.

When I turn back to Daemon, he is looking at me with a stoic expression. I grit my teeth and grab him, dragging him away with me as we leave this damned hall.

I take him all the way to our shared chambers, but I stop just outside the door. I finally release him and begin to berate him, "are you satisfied?"

Daemon stiffens at the sound of my shrill voice.

I heave, "not only did you ruin my night, you ruined everyone else's!"

His eyes evade me. His lips part when he sees my arm. He reaches out to me and I recoil, "don't you dare fucking touch me."

"I didn't mean-"

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO ANYTHING BUT YOU STILL DID THEM!" I scream. I poke his chest in anger, "you claim it's all a game to you, and yet you're the only one that ever enjoys it!"

"It's all that cunt, St-"

"IT'S YOU, DAEMON!" I flare, "It's always you!"

Daemon's face contorts. His breath hitches. He walks closer, "my love, please-"

"You hurt me, Daemon!" I word carefully, wanting it to finally get through his thick skull, "not just tonight, but for the past weeks!"

He calls out my name but I raise a hand to silence him.

"You're either sleeping on the floor or sleeping elsewhere."

He gulps, ready to plead his case again. I cut him off before he can even open his mouth.

"Speak a word in protest over my generosity and I will chose a far crueler fate for you," I coldly spit, walking toward the door, pushing it open. I look over my shoulder as I walk in the room, "what's it going to be, prince?"

Daemon cringes at the call, brows tightening along with his fists. He deflates and mutters under his breath, "floor."

I turn to him, eyes narrowing, "you were so loud a while ago, where did your fire go, dragon?"

"Floor," he utters walking in the room, stopping once he is in front of me. Daemon's expression is grave as he mutters again, "I'd much rather sleep on the floor, wife."

I pull away from him before he can even attempt to touch me. I walk towards our bed, grabbing a pillow, haphazardly throwing over to him. I glare darkly, "if you are cold, sleep by the fire, dragon."

Daemon calls out my name, wanting to begin his pleas again, but then he stiffens when he watches me walk toward the door, "where are you going?"

I scoff, "how cruel of you to think I'd sleep with a throbbing arm."

"I'll come-"

I turn to him, tears finally running down my cheeks. Daemon freezes in his spot. I huff, looking away from him, "do not show your face to me until I've calmed."

Daemon frowns.

"I mean it."

At last, he finally has the brain to no longer push the matter further.

#daemon fanfic #harwin fanfic #daemon angst #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon x you #harwin x reader #harwin x you #harwin angst #harwin fluff #ig its fluff for him cos harwin hecka sweet in this #my tags in my other fics still relevant as ever lol #harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong angst #house of the tragon fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #harwin strong x reader #harwin strong x you #daemon targaryen x you

[enid-rhees]

This sounds so perverted, but I can't help. I'm horny AF rn lmaooo- 💀✋

So, Enid x reader where tease can't stop staring at Enid's tits. Whenever she's around her, she just stares at her big tits. Even Carl notices lmao. And he's always teasing reader for it. (The three are besties ofc). Reader tries so hard not to stare and fantasize about sucking on her big juicy tits, but can't help it... 😔✋ (Can ya blame her 🤭).

It somehow turns into smut. The reader just sucking, liking, and leaving hickeys n' kisses all over Enid's breasts. Squeezing, caressing, and playing with em', burying her face between them...🫣-

(ignore any typos pls, I'm sleep deprived and high AF rn lmao 💕🫶✨)

oh dear . this is certainly something 😮‍💨 being high is so relatable although i’m not right now bc it’s currently 11am as i type this out 😅 later though hehe. tysm for the request! hope you enjoy!

warnings: SMUT. MINORS DNI.

A/N: hope you all enjoy! reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request just read pinned!

“Y/N.”

“Y/NNNN.”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!” you jumped out of your seat when Carl hit your shoulder. “what is wrong with you?!” you hissed. he stared at you with wide eyes, “what’s wrong with me?! i called your name like five times and you didn’t hear me! what the hell has you so distracted?!”

your face started to burn, you knew exactly what was distracting you so bad, but you couldn’t say it out loud.

“nothing. i just- i zoned out.” you told him, hoping he would believe it. he looked at you suspiciously before turning back to doing what he was doing.

“hey, guys!” a voice shouted. you both turned your heads as Enid started to run towards you. you gulped and took a deep breath, trying to keep your eyes on hers. she sat in the chair in front of you. “what are you guys doing today?”

your eyes trailed down to her chest, her voice and Carl’s voice were now blocked out as you couldn’t pull yourself out of this trance.

“Y/N!” Carl yelled again. your eyes snapped up as you faced him again. “dude, that’s the second time in like three minutes, what the hell is up with you?” you looked over at Enid, who looked at you with concern. for a brief moment, your eyes went back down to her chest before up at her eyes again.

Carl’s mouth dropped open as he smirked. “Enid, can you give us a moment?” he questioned. she gave both of you a smile and stood back up, “of course,”

the second she left, Carl pulled you into a quiet area. “you’re staring at her boobs!” he whisper-yelled. your eyes went wide as you shook your head repeatedly. “no i wasn’t!”

“Y/N.” he said deadpanned. “i wasn’t!” you said again. “you literally cannot lie about this, Y/N. it was like crazy obvious! i’m pretty sure even Enid noticed.”

your heart sunk, “don’t say that!”

“then stop staring at her boobs!”

-

“what do you think of this shirt?” Enid pulled out a wrinkled shirt from her closet, holding it up against her body. it was a bit ragged, but you remembered that she found it in an abandoned shop months ago.

it was a black shirt with a simple and small heart design in the middle. “it’s cute,” you told her. she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. “i’m gonna try it on.” you turned the other way, giving her privacy.

“why did you turn away?” Enid asked you. you looked back at her, almost having a heart attack as you realized she had already taken her shirt off, and she left in only her bra.

“to- to give you privacy…?” you said in more as a question. she smiled at you, “i don’t mind. we’re best friends, you should know i’m more than comfortable with you.”

she slipped the shirt on, looking at herself in the mirror once more. “does it look okay on me?” she asked you.

you nearly choked on your drink as she turned to you. she looked incredible in the shirt, and you couldn’t help but admire her. your eyes trailed down yet again, the shirt was tight against her chest. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the feeling you had down there.

“Y/N?” she asked. your head shot up, “what-? i’m sorry- i blanked out.” you said quickly. “i asked if the shirt looked okay on me.”

“you look… great, Enid. seriously. that shirt looks amazing on you.” you told her honestly.

she pouted, walking towards you. “you’ve been acting funny today, Y/N. what’s up?” she sat next to your, your shoulder’s basically touching.

“nothing,” you chuckled nervously. “i’ve just been zoning out a lot. that’s all, i’m okay.” you said.

“don’t lie to me, please.” she said. you slowly shook your head, “i’m not lying, Enid. i-“

“i’ve seen the way you look at me, Y/N,” she hummed, somehow getting closer to you. she put her hand on your cheek, forcing you to look into her eyes. “don’t think i haven’t been noticing the way your eyes slowly go down, and you just stare.”

your breath got caught in your throat. “tell me, Y/N.” she whispered, moving so she was sitting on your lap. your hands automatically moved to her waist.

“tell me, what are you fantasizing about in that pretty little head of yours? do you think about my boobs? is that what goes on up there?” you felt frozen as you couldn’t look away from her eyes. she had you so tight in her gaze.

“come on, Y/N.” she smiled teasingly. “tell me. what do you think about doing to me?”

Enid temporarily got off your lap to take the shirt off, doing it slowly to tease you. a shaky breath left your lips when she repositioned herself on your lap again, “you didn’t answer my question. what do you think about doing to me, Y/N? don’t be shy.”

you were paralyzed under her touch, completely molding into submission just by her words.

“do you think about touching them, Y/N?” you nodded, unable to form coherent words. she took your hand, slowly guiding it towards the clasp of her bra.

“do it, Y/N. take it off and touch me.” she instructed. your hand unhooked the bra with ease. it fell to the ground, but your eyes were only focused on her.

“good girl. now do it, touch me, Y/N.” your hands moved up, squeezing both of her breasts. she sighed in pleasure. “you can do whatever you want to me.” she hummed in your ear.

your thumb rubbed over her nipple, taking another finger and rolling it between the two. Enid moaned, and started to slowly grind herself on your thighs.

with no hesitation, you latched your mouth onto her nipple, licking and sucking on it while your other hand continued to squeeze and rub over her other breast. her hands gripped onto your shoulders to keep her balanced as she continued to ride your thigh.

you unattached your lips and started to leave dark red and purple marks down the valley of her breasts, leaving some on top of them, and some in places where only you could see.

“this is what you wanted, yeah?” she asked you, slowing her movements down. “i’ve noticed the way you stare at me for so long, Y/N. and trust me, i’ve fantasized about this to. i’ve thought about you touching me just like this. i’ve touched myself to the thought of this very moment, love.”

something about that sentence ignited a flame inside of you. a breathy moan left your lips without her even having to touch you. your lips attached to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the other. within minutes, her chest was covered in marks that you created.

her hips moved faster against your thigh, the material of your jeans giving her the perfect friction. “keep going, Y/N. i’m close. so close.” she mumbled. you continued your work, decorating her body in your mark.

one hand rolled her nipple between your fingers while you sucked on the other. the sensation causing her to moan uncontrollably.

“you’re doing so good for me, hon.” she hummed, now chasing her orgasm. you let go of her nipple, lightly grating your teeth against it. the affection alone caused her to come undone on you, her body shaking with pleasure as she let out a long, loud moan.

her head fell onto yours, you were now staring deep into each others eyes. “you seriously have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to do something, Y/N.”

“I’ve dreamt about this… so much.” you whispered. “you should’ve done something sooner.” she whispered back.

“didn’t think you’d want the same thing i did.” you answered. “i always have.” she whispered, briefly connecting your lips. “you’re mine now, yeah?” she asked.

“i’m yours.”

#enid rhee #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd #enid rhee smut #twd smut #the walking dead smut

[lilrobinbird]

Maybe some better questions would be: what visual artists inspire you the most? Are there any artists whose style or use of color you like to emulate? (I know nothing about visual arts, so I hope these are not dumb questions lol)

I really need to read more high fantasy. Should I start with The Witcher?

Long response by me (!!!) under cut, I'll not be held accountable for any typos as my autocorrect is currently not present

Letsgooo

Not to emulate a whole artstyle but I it's good to take little parts from different ones and translate it into your own (which honestly I should start doing again bc I'm getting stuck lately)

@/manny.oe (insta) is probably my favourite artists, he changes artsyles whenewher he feels like it but he is a professional and does visual dev work, he does so mych aauuh so much to kearn from him, I used to get inspired by the way he shades and picks colors, he also posts a lot of figure drawing sketches on stories that I try to just copy lolol (but these are the kind of studies you copy and never post)

@/ahmedaldoori_art (insta) when you look up his profile you see a lot of sketches and unfinished stuff but when you find his fully rendered pieces RAHHH THATSS how I want to render, very soft(?) rendering that I like

There is also someone from tumblr aaand from avatar fandom @/allgremlinart and they're my lineart goals (the line weight! yes!)....ok and rendering goals too..... They also have a side blog where they post their original art and yeeea good stuff good stuff

@/jamjoob (tumblr and insta) LINEART GOALS waaauuhhh such a nice light smooth lines, their colors are also tasty cozy..

So there's four digital artists I thought about first, there's WAY more but I'm not writing a book pointing out every artist I like (sadly. Hm ok I'd be too lazy)

(bonus five person a girl I had csush on fhgvjh legit best artist man give me your style. hand it over)

But I can get inspired with others all I want I still should learn color theory my biggest hater and enemy

I told you before you sent a fun good ask but I didn't notice a witcher part then shsjs

So hmmmm mmm m I'm not sure? It really depends on the person but the writing isn't that good, I was personally drawn by the characters and concepts (and the whole idea how witchers work is fun to me) (also I've read them in highschool so)

Some scenes can be kinda weird, it was after all written by a silly old polish guy

First two books- The Last Wish and Sword of Destiny are more of short stories and they're probably the best, after them the tone changes a little and the main plot begins (if I remeber it correctly)

I've read them in polish but I've heard some opinions that the writing in translations can be worse than original

But you already know I loooove legend of Korra, that is an art of taking good characters and concepts form stuff with questionable writing (but legend of korra is justified and forgiven by circumstances the writers struggled with (((and by me)))))))

But honestly that's up to you, I'd say you should try something else for your first time, you can look for other opinions too

#asks #ty for the ask! #its after 2am gnnnn #nvm edit. often it's not a specific artist but just one work thats so good #pinterest is worst and best things ever #soso much inspo but not always proper credits which is annoying

[kyuohki]

4, 10, 19!

Alright! Let's do this!

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

Ooof. There are many. One is Seraï's past! I'm still plotting out to how she is related to the Queen, and how/why the Queen did what she did. Also some more Teaks/Valere (bc most of what I've been writing has been m/m or m/f, and I've never really written anything for f/f...they're so cute together, I figure it would be good starting point!)

There's also my Zelda OC (not an OC!Zelda, but a character I built waaay back in 90s with Link to the Past (who may have been related to Link *cough*). There's my FF7 fic idea (more based on the original, than the remake), again with the OCs...

I made a lot of OCs that started out as self inserts, and played with all the characters like dolls in my head, eventually making some characters I'm really attached to. (I'm still a bit apprehensive on writing them out and posting them, as they're so self-indulgent, but they make me happy, so why should I care if someone else doesn't like it??)

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

Longest I think I managed was a couple days? I am very guilty of wanting to share *right now* and practically hovering over the f5 button after posting.... ^u^;; (Then read through it later and realize all the typos and wonky lines, or have a better idea for a section...but I'm very guilty of thinking that since it's posted, then it's "finished," and try to refrain from sweeping edits after the fact? Silly reason, but I've had fav fics from other authors who have re-written and replaced fic, and realized I never got the chance to save the original that I loved. I don't want to do that to anyone who has enjoyed my fic (which is why Discarded Hope will stay in it's original form, when I re-write the newer ver.)

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

This goes to an AssCreed supposed-to-be-crackfic. Essentially Ezio get's shrunk and turned into cat-boy, where Leonardo finds him. I fell into a "what the heck did people eat back then?" rabbit hole, bc I needed the cuteness of tiny!Ezio being fed by Leonardo, and wanted to be accurate. For a crackfic. Don't remember if I ever found exactly what I was looking for, but I remember some of the results to be surprising.

#fic writer asks!

[theproblemcallednight]

Welcome to my chaos corner!!

I'm night!!! I'm a minor and use any and all pronouns!!! (excluding it/its)

I do art here, but i also reblog and post random shit bc im too lazy to make another blog lmao.

DNI rules apply here, no discrimination and such. also new accs put ur pronouns in ur bio or reblog a random post so ik ur not a bot :))

rest is under the cut :D

Currently rlly into bsd, but here are some other things im into!

bungo stray dogs

link click

genshin impact

avatar the last airbender

mha

hxh

naruto

one piece (kinda?)

jjk

hazbin hotel

hamilton

spy x family

alien stage

(bold is current hyperfixations)

also im reading crime and punishment and its been taking over my brain :)

i do take drawing requests, but i might take a bit to respond bc school :( also if the req is in a fandom i’m not familiar w i’ll take longer bc i research. the reqs r still very welcome tho :)))

Tagging system:

Art: #night does art

Ep reviews: #dahostcallednight

Ramble: #nighttime notes

Asks: #da hw answers

Crime and Punishment notes: #night and punishment

Vent: #night's tea kettle

u guys can ignore my vent posts tbh, i usually post those out of frustration.

if u happen to be my moot, know that i will hog ur notifs and like every post out of love <33

Also moots u can ask for my discord if u want :) Edit: your girl just created an insta so uh this is my @: theproblemcallednight

I like talking to ppl, so feel free to dm me/send asks! i like doing collabs as well, so im open to those! also i'm rlly bad at typing so u guys can call me out on any typos

Some warnings:

my art may contain gore/bright colors and other tw/cw, i usually dont tag those but if u want me to tag smth, lmk!

i do swear and sometimes talk abt heavier topics so don't follow if those things trigger/bother you

i will not draw/look at any nsfw or smut

MY BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE - i usually tag major spoilers on posts but reblogs may contain spoilers

again standard DNI rules, jus dont be a dick and we can be friends :D

yay i did the intro!! hope yall have a great day/night!!

#nighttime notes #yay i did it #moots tell me if i made typos i’m to eepy to check #have a good day <3 #night does art #dahostcallednight #da hw answers #night and punishment #intro post

[dacergirl369]

benny what does your username mean where does it come from .I don't know and it bugs me 😔

okay so I KNOW I've told this story somewhere on this blog before I swear but I can't fuckin find the post anywhere so I'm just going to tell it again and if you follow me and you've seen me tell this story before then no you haven't. :)

BASICALLY when I was like 11 ish I was on fanfiction dot net reading like austin and ally or lemonade mouth fanfiction or something and I didn't have an account because I didn't really care. and if I really liked a story and it didn't have many "reviews" (on ff.net comments are called reviews which is pretentious tbh but w/e) I would basically spam review it with good reviews pretending to be as many different people as possible so the story would look more popular because I didn't have any friends or anything better to do i guess. so I did this for a while, just finding stories I liked and leaving like 10-30 "anonymous" reviews from "different people" being like this fic is awesome!! good job!! and to do this I would have to make up like sometimes 50-60 fake usernames a day bcs to post an anonymous review on ff.net you still have to put in a guest name and I was trying to make them all look different so I didn't want to just put like "guest" ten times in a row. so I would make up all these fucking usernames and they would be formulaic because I was not that smart as an 11 year old, so i would do like horsegirl196 or skiingguy224 or rihannafan19 or w/e. and one time I was reading a fic and I used the name "daNcergirl369" (note the n) because I liked the idea that people might think I was a dancer (I wasn't). anyways I can't remember why but the author responded to this one like in the author notes of the next chapter of the fic (a common occurrence back then) and we sort of struck up a back and forth and eventually I bit the bullet and made and FF.net account under that name so we could message and then eventually a few years later came to make a tumblr account and was like "oh weird, I typed it dacergirl369 by mistake, oops. that's crazy." and then I looked back at the last like two years or however long and realised id literally been dacergirl369 the whole time since the beginning. I was never a dancer. I had somehow managed to make the same mistype at LEAST twelve times before I made the account and mistyped it again, exactly the same, somehow. and now I just live under the weight of this typo forever, hanging over my head and taunting me for ever thinking I could dare to dream to be a dancer (never taken any dance lessons). hope this helps <3

#i was sort of the anti-todd myimmortal. if you think about #except way less prolific or successful #ask

[unburntdragonqueen]

My opinion on different house of the dragon outfits (women edition) part 4

Honestly even if no one reads this which is the most likely scenario, idc, bc I'm actually enjoying it so lol

Please ignore any typos my first language is not English

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Continuing with Alicent Hightower

No just no, I feel like they didn't have a dress for her at the time so they gave her this one but meh Idk dude I know that she went through many different colors bc of getting married and then changing into her house colors so this was when everything was fine and fresh, so I guess it represents her initial innocence, but the little ruffles around the neck I don't like it the sleeves I don't like it either I think the only thing I like is the small flower at the sides

Rating: 3/10

Okay so this one is a little better I feel like Emily's colors are darker colors, and not so much lighter ones but she still looks beautiful, I love the sleeves (the amount of times I've had to type sleeves is getting a bit ridiculous 🤣) I like the criss cross thing in her chest, I really like her necklace and the hairstyle fits well with the dress, I don't know if I'm seeing things but it kinda looks like there's some gold details inside her longer loose sleeve and I really like that touch that is hopefully if I'm not hallucinating with that gold there 😭

Rating: 6/10

I have mixed feelings over this one bc I like the sheer fabric with that middle piece in her chest, but I don't think the belt makes sense there, and for the first time ever bc I love pointy sleeves I feel like this ones there should be no pointy thing OR make it bigger I don't like that it's so small, but this overall is my favorite dress on Olivia's Alicent definitely, also bc of the hair.

Rating: 8.5/10

So I know this one is from a deleted scene but I wanted to include it, it's her wedding dress and why?? Listen I don't like Alicent but she's already being forced to marry that man at least give her a cute dress I honestly hate everything about it I don't understand that middle thing that reaches her shoulders and the necklace is too much, the loose sleeves are cute could be a little smaller and I do like the little details on the white but that's it, and I hope I'm not the only one that feels like this about this dress 🤣

Rating: 1/10

And I present you another case of I've seen photos of this dress everywhere but when I went looking for them bc I actually needed them for this, I only found of the upper half this is the best I could get of the whole gown.

And I really love it like everything about it, the only thing that could be different is the material for the sleeves but other than that, gorgeous, I once again don't understand that random gold thing at her side tho, but still doesn't change anything and the hair also makes it even better, oh and I'm obsessed with the cuts on the sides, reminds me of Margaery

Rating: 9.5/10

And this is all for Alicent I do feel like I forgot some once again, fuckkk

#house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #emily carey #olivia cooke #queen alicent #lady alicent #Team green

[mlmxreader]

Being a non native speakers of English and dyslexic mean that today, at 23, I learned that through and thought are too different words and there is, in facts different letter in them lsdjjddj

I can't really I just never noticed but I read it somewhere with a different font and I was... Wait a minute... Anyway, sorry for any typo and the like, maybe tomorrow I will learn about new mistakes I am making

mate, I genuinely would not fuss over it - my gran's 89, she speaks English more broken than a smashed record player so, y'know, I get it! I get it when English isn't your first, and I respect it! it takes a LOT of intelligence to sit down & learn it as a 2nd/3rd/4th/etc language! I mean, ffs, I still sit here having to swap words or HOPE that people get my meaning bc half the time I forget what it is in English. mistakes happen, it's fine - we all use words in the wrong way, forget what they are in English.

as for your dyslexia, idk if it'll help, but one of my friends uses an overlay for screens that helps her a little bit w reading! and, again, I'm not fussed, it happens. I'm the same w numbers, so I get it, I, frankly, don't give a shit tbh - as long as I can understand what you mean, I'm not gonna worry abt typos or anything.

BUT, if there IS something I can do (like changing the colours on my blog page or changing my desktop theme (bc mobile doesn't have it which SUCKS) to a different font) that'll help, then just lmk and I'll do what I can!!

so, y'know, I ain't worried. you're alright. you'll be alright.

#asks #anonymous

[ptersparkers]

quintessential ravenclaw

summary: there’s not much that you, a ravenclaw who happens to be friends with the golden trio, know about draco malfoy. but one project changes the trajectory of everything you thought you knew about it. 

notes: idk why i’m writing for draco honestly and i know the gif looks like a white girl but in my head i wrote her poc bc i am a poc bye!!!! i just liked the library and how cool the gif is. also in my head everyone here is like, in college despite me writing this in hogwarts. ok bye have fun reading, my loves.

warnings: typos, probably.

The last place Draco wanted to be was at the Great Hall, sitting next to his loud friends on a Thursday afternoon. 

Rather, he wanted to bring a plate of food up to his dormitory and eat in silence. Pansy was speaking too loudly for his liking, Theo was entertaining her, and Blaise was offering no form of help. With all of the commotion happening around him, Draco felt sequestered in his spot despite being unable to leave. 

You, on the other hand, were talking to Harry, Ron, and Hermione across the hall from Draco when you saw his chin rest in the palm of his hand. 

“Do you think Draco’s doing okay?” you asked out of the blue. The conversation halted and Ron looked at you as if you had grown a second head. 

“Are you mad, Y/N?” he asked. You shrugged. “Why do you care about how Malfoy’s doing?” 

“No real reason,” you replied. “I’ve just noticed he’s been a bit of a downer lately.”

“He’s always down,” Harry reminded. 

“I suppose that’s true. But I don’t know. We have nearly half of our classes together and he’s barely holding it together.” 

“And how can you tell, miss know-it-all?” Ron asked. 

“He hasn’t been exceptionally rude to either of you in two weeks.” 

Harry dwelled on the thought and came to the realization that you were right. Draco hadn’t spared him a glance in the past two weeks and he’d known something was off but wasn’t sure until you were able to point it out to him. 

“I don’t want to ‘fix’ him, Ronald,” you scolded, bringing Harry back to attention. 

“I'm just saying,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “You can’t fix what’s broken.”

“Y/N simply means she wants to inquire about why he’s so sullen lately,” said Hermione. “Even though I don’t necessarily agree that you should do it.”

“For Christ’s sake,” you said, groaning with your head in your hands. “I don’t mean to walk over there and ask him if he’s okay. It was just an observation.”

“You are a Ravenclaw,” Harry reminded.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, lifting your head to bite into a piece of toast. 

“You can be a bit naive about Slytherins,” Harry said. “They’re not all bad but you’ve definitely not been on the receiving end of Malfoy and his friends’ torment.” 

“Harry!” Hermione said, swatting his forearm.

“What’d you do that for?”

“You boys are insufferable,” she grunted, sitting back in her seat. Hermione turned to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “What Harry means to say is you haven’t dealt with Draco for as long as we have, considering we only became friends earlier this year. We don’t mean to stop you from talking to him, but you need to be careful.”

“I don’t know what makes you guys think I’m going to talk to him,” you said with a chuckle. “Thanks Hermione, but I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon. I’m just concerned from a distance.” 

“Well, whatever has Malfoy down,” Ron began, “I hope it keeps him preoccupied so he can forget about us.”

“Right,” Harry agreed. “Thinking about him on top of trying to study for exams is gonna kill me.” 

“We can study together,” you promised him. “Now let’s stop with all this Malfoy talk and finish breakfast, yeah?”

When you parted ways with your friends in favor of finishing an assignment at the library, the last thing you expected was for Theodore Nott to tap your shoulder. 

“Goodness,” you squealed, clutching your chest. Theo laughed. 

“Sorry to scare you,” he said. “Though, I thought I might find you here.”

“Please don’t startle me again,” you huffed, watching as he sat next to you. “What can I do for you, Theo?” 

 “Would you mind helping me with our potions project when classes are over? You’re the best in the class and even I’m not over admitting I need a little help.” 

You looked at him with a kind smile. Theo had always been the nicest out of Draco’s friend group, and you’d go so far as to call him a casual acquaintance. 

“Sure, it’s not a problem,” you replied. 

“Thank you so much,” he sighed out of relief. “You’re my actual saving grace. Draco’s fairly good at it but he seems preoccupied lately.” 

You wanted to ask about him but thought it best not to.

“See you later, Y/N!” 

It was nearly six in the evening when you entered the library, as Theo had told you. Eager to help Theo with his project, you ate a quick dinner and said goodbye to your friends. You didn’t need to walk far to hear hushed voices speaking around a circular table. 

“Shut up, Pansy,” you heard Draco say. “We’re in a library.”

“Shove off, Draco,” Pansy sighed. “You’ve been a real git lately.” 

“When am I not?” Draco snapped back. Pansy sat there quietly. 

“Um,” you interjected. Theo looked up from his book. “I can come back if you’d like?”

“No need,” he said, pulling out the chair next to him. “They’re just Draco and Pansy as per usual.” His comment made Draco roll his eyes and his gaze traveled to where you stood. 

In your years of attending Hogwarts, you’d flown under Draco’s radar until you became friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You never had a reason to speak with him; until this year, you’d seldom shared classes with him or had any friends that ran in the same circle as he did. There was no real reason for you to make your presence known and though you disliked the way he treated your friends once you were welcomed into their group, you were all adults. There was no reason to act like children. 

Yet you stood in front of Draco and he looked at you like he’d been tormenting you since your first year. 

“Well, are you going to stand there?” Draco said to you. 

You raised your eyebrow at his tone and looked at him for a mere second, as if you were giving a thought to his question, before setting your book bag beside the empty seat and occupying it. Theo rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore his friends talking around him. 

You, on the other hand, were doing your best to help Theo, but your mind wandered to the blond sitting across from you. You could feel his eyes staring directly into your frame and you thought how ironic it was for Theo to have had you sit with his group of friends after telling Harry you wanted nothing to do with talking to Draco. It was almost comical how you’d found your way sitting amongst a group of Slytherins after having confidently said you wanted no part in befriending the ones who associated with Draco. 

You were brought back to attention when Theo knocked your shoulder with his arm in excitement. 

“You’re really smart,” he complimented. “Thanks for helping me, Y/N.”

“It’s no problem, really,” you said with a polite smile. “I find potions to be quite entertaining.” 

“Of course you would,” Draco said. 

“Do you have a problem with me?” you asked earnestly. 

Draco took a moment to think of a response. 

“I’m trying to figure that out.” 

You left the library as fast as you could. 

+++

You found it almost hysterical when you were partnered with Draco for a research essay that was due in three weeks. 

You’d spent the night in your room, wondering why the universe had put you in Draco’s path after you had explicitly told your friends you were a curious bystander to Draco’s sudden lack of wrath. Now, not only did you have to spend your class time sitting next to him as his partner, you had to spend the next three weeks with him. 

The research essay was a significant portion of your grade and you were worried about how to approach him. Were you willing to do all of the research if he was unwilling to? How would you go about asking him to study? Would he want to get a head start like you did to avoid procrastination? 

“Y/N,” Draco said, ceasing your thoughts. You looked to your left and saw him look at you quizzically. “I asked if you wanted to start researching tonight.”

“Oh,” you replied, clearing your throat. “Actually, yeah. I want to get a head start.”

“Good. I want to get this essay done as soon as possible,” Draco said, closing his book. You watched as he put it in his book bag and followed suit, drowning out the sound of creaking chairs from the students leaving the classroom. 

“I’ll be in the library at seven,” he said, pointing at you. 

He left the classroom without a word and you sighed, hoping the next three weeks would pass by like flying colors. 

When dinnertime approached, you had said hello to your housemates and ate with them for a portion of your meal before joining the Gryffindors for dessert. 

“You know, you’re gonna get in trouble by sitting with us one of these days,” Ron said, his mouth full of cake.

“I’m pretty sure you guys have saved this school plenty for this one rule to slip by their radar,” you replied. 

“So you and Malfoy,” Harry began. 

“Don’t remind me,” you said. “I don’t even know how to talk to the bloke without thinking he’s gonna bite my head off.” 

“Can’t help you there,” Ron said with a shrug. 

“We’re meeting in thirty minutes to work on the essay,” you announced. “At least I know he’s gonna work on his part.” 

“Jeez,” said Ron, “you’ve got your work cut out for you. 

“Tell me about it,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

When seven approached, you found yourself walking through the library’s door in search of Draco. His belongings were on an empty desk while he was searching through the bookshelves, unaware of your presence until you put your book bag on the seat next to him. 

“You’re late,” he said. 

“I have two minutes,” you said, rolling your eyes. He looked at the lock and without a beat, scoffed at your correction. “Quintessential Ravenclaw, aren’t you?” 

“I’m not doing the essay by myself, if that’s what you’re hinting at,” you replied with a frown. 

“No, that’s not what I was trying to say,” Draco said, shaking his head. “Never mind. Let’s find a topic and get this essay over with.”

An hour passed by with relative success. You’d divided the work as evenly as possible and watched as Draco kept mostly to himself if he wasn’t asking for your academic opinion. He looked less put together up close than he did from your seat at the Gryffindor table. Draco’s eyes looked perpetually tired and his shoulder looked as if it carried the weight of the world without rest. 

“What are you looking at?” Draco said, turning from the bookshelf to where you stood. 

You closed your book. “Nothing. Just reading is all.”

“I can feel you looking at me.”

“I’m not,” you lied. “Do you have a problem with me, or something?” 

“Considering you’re friends with Potter, yes,” he scoffed. 

“You don’t even know me,” you said. 

“I don’t need to. There’s no reason for me to get to know you if you get along with Potter and his friends.” 

You frowned. “I’m not even in Gryffindor.” 

“Like I said,” Draco said, closing the book and walking past you to the shelf behind you. “I don’t need to get to know you.” 

“I suppose,” you said, ignoring his harsh comment. 

By the next time you and Draco were in the library, you had promised yourself that you’d ignore his presence and work as diligently as you could. Hermione had suggested trying to make nice with him, but you were reluctant to open your mouth unless it was absolutely necessary. 

However, Draco was staring so intently at the parchment in front of him and you desperately wanted to ask him how you wanted to structure the essay. But his penetrative stare and your inherent anxiety about talking to strangers kept you from speaking up. 

“Well?” Draco taunted. “What is it? You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes.” 

“This project would go by a lot faster if you bothered to acknowledge me,” you retorted, sitting back in your seat. 

“This is an essay, not a personality test,” Draco muttered. 

“Come on,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You’re going to spend the next three weeks with me. Might as well try to like each other.” 

Draco looked at your blue robes and considered your offer. You were the first person who was friends with Harry that Draco bothered to speak for more than a minute. While he wasn’t in the business of making friends, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to know that you’d finish your essay with pride, even if you were in Ravenclaw. 

“Get to know each other?” Draco scoffed. “What are we, twelve?”

“I’m being serious,” you replied. “You obviously have a problem with me but you don’t even know me like you think I do. This project will go by faster if we get along.” 

“And what if we don’t get along?” he questioned, taking a step towards you. 

“Then we go back to whatever the hell we’re doing now.” 

Draco should’ve walked away when you proposed the idea of getting to trust one another. He wanted nothing more than to complete the project sooner than later in order to forget that he was partnered with you, yet he found it difficult to disagree with your idea. Draco stood and fixed his posture as he looked into your eyes, wondering if there was an ulterior motive for your actions. 

“Fine,” he agreed. “We can get to know each other and whatnot. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at nine. Don’t be late.” 

The hallways were quiet apart from the soft echoes of your shoes. You donned a sweater and sweatpants, and felt extremely out of place because you had never worn regular clothing in the hallways. The weather was exceptionally cold, even in your layers, and you dashed for the Astronomy Tower to avoid being late and to avoid freezing in the cold. 

Your hair was still damp from your shower twenty minutes prior and your hands were near freezing. You cursed, wishing you’d brought your gloves with you instead of leaving them by your bedside. The tower was still in the night with the sound of chirping in the distance and you hid your hands in the sleeves of your sweater. You looked at the ground below as you waited for Draco, who called your name as you peered over the edge. 

You yelped and tripped over a pebble on the ground, grabbing the edge of the tower to steady yourself. Draco instantaneously lurched forward and gripped your arm in his hand after you’d steadied yourself and it took him a moment to realize you had completely regained balance. He dropped your arm and cleared his throat, looking at your choice of clothing. 

“You’re not wearing your robes,” he pointed out. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re clearly wearing yours.” 

“I hadn’t gone back to change,” Draco defends. He was still looking at your informal attire.

“I don’t wear my robes to bed, if that’s what you’re thinking,” you said, crossing your arms. “Plus, it’s cold. I don’t know how you aren’t freezing right now.” 

Draco shrugged. “So, about your proposition.” 

“Draco, you make it sound like we’re handling a transaction,” you said, taking a step around him. 

“Well, you made it sound like one.” 

You scrunch your nose. “I think both of us will benefit from being friendly, considering you have to spend an hour with me everyday.” 

“Can’t we just talk to each other when need be?”

You sighed, wondering if meeting Draco was a waste of time. 

“Fine,” you muttered. “I was getting cold anyway.” 

Draco watched as you walked from where you stood in front of him to the top of the staircase when he spoke before he could contemplate whether he really wanted to or not. 

“Wait,” he called out. You turned around. “If it’ll make this essay more tolerable, then yes, we can get to know each other.” 

You smiled and walked back towards him. 

“You know,” he began, “you’re cold because your hair is damp.”

“I know that,” you said while rolling your eyes. “Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it.”

“So I’ve learned that you’re fairly chatty,” Draco said. 

“Depends,” you shrugged. “I’m kind of shy but I’ve definitely started to get out of my shell after befriending Harry, Ron, and Hermione.” Draco tried not to scoff at the mention of your friends. 

“Must be why I’ve never noticed you until this year,” he stated. You lowered your eyes and awkwardly walked around the tower. Draco watched your movements and wondered if he could’ve said that better. 

“Perhaps,” you mumbled. “I’m talkative to compensate for how awkward I feel when I’m around people I don’t know very well.”

“You could ignore everyone altogether,” he suggested. 

“Easy for you to say, Slytherin Prince,” you scoffed. “You already know people want to be friends with you if you ignore them.” 

Draco couldn't argue with that. “You overextend yourself.”

“No, I’m just friends with people everyone at this school knows.” 

Draco nodded and put his wand in his pocket after realizing he’d been gripping it too hard. The weather was cold, yes, but he wasn’t sure if that was the reason why he was approaching your conversation like it was fragile, like he had to think before he spoke. Your hair stuck to your cheeks and he watched as you kept pulling it from your face. 

“I bet you aren’t really as cold as you make yourself out to be,” you said, observing him from where you stood. 

“Oh?”

“Mhm. I bet you’ve got all these pent up emotions but you don’t like to show it.” 

Draco didn’t want to discuss him, particularly. He also didn’t want you to know that you were on the nose about what was going on with him lately. 

“I don’t think you know anything about me,” he said. “You just think you do.”

You looked at him and shrugged, unable to form an argument. He’d been an enigma to you since you started at Hogwarts the same year as he did, but you never had a reason to speak with him until now. You’d always been more perceptive than you were outgoing, keeping to yourself unless you were surrounded by people you knew fairly well. 

But Harry had asked you to help him with his homework at the beginning of the year and the both of you ended up walking to dinner afterwards, and subsequently you met Hermione and Ron. It was an inadvertent friendship, but a friendship you cherished nonetheless. Draco’s attention shifted to you sparingly, only bothering to acknowledge your presence if he were to acknowledge Harry’s in a condescending manner. He had never spoken to you directly or aimed a rude comment in your direction. Instead, Draco kept ignoring your presence and sneering at you from a distance if you were with the trio, and you were more than okay with keeping it that way.

That is, until you realized that Draco hadn’t bothered to torment your friends for the past couple of weeks. 

Draco kept his eyes to the floor when you passed him in the hallway and didn’t think about making a comment while passing your friends. You had taken notice of Draco’s behavior after having gotten used to his sneering comments and being a bystander to his attitude, and when you vocalized your thoughts about his well being, that was when you inadvertently paid more attention to him. 

“I don’t really value the people I surround myself with at the moment,” Draco confessed. He looked over the tower walls as he spoke. “Most of them are just placeholders. Zabini and Nott are an exception and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about Pansy.” 

Draco looked back at you and realized your hair wasn’t as damp as it was anymore, and he wondered if you were as cold as you said you were. He shook his head and continued. 

“Sometimes I think I’m not cut out for what my father wants me to do.”

You didn’t ask him anything further. “I’m sorry, Draco.” 

He shook his head once more. “Being pure-blood isn’t as cracked up as everyone thinks it is. It’s just a bunch of formalities that no one wants to partake in.” 

“What do you want to do? After graduating, I mean.” 

“I don’t really know,” he said honestly. “I haven’t given it much thought. My life’s plan has been laid out for me by my father and I haven’t considered a life that wasn’t what he wanted.” 

“I think you have so much going for you and you just need to find a way to make what you want happen,” you said. 

“It’s not that easy--”

“I know,” you interjected. “I know it’s not. But maybe you just need to believe that you can do it.” 

Draco paused. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Do sound like a Hufflepuff.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I mean it, Draco.”

He looked at you. “No one’s ever asked me what I wanted to do with my life.” 

“I can’t say that I’m jealous of your predicament.” 

Draco laughed, surprising you. “I would run away if I could.” 

You looked at him and the way the moonlight graced his frame. The winds started to pick up and you looked between him and the stairwell. 

“This was...nice,” said Draco. 

“See?” you teased. “This wasn’t so bad.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “And you know, I think you’re the only person who calls me ‘Draco.’” 

“What do you mean?” you asked. “It is your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but it’s always ‘Malfoy,’ never ‘Draco.’” 

You stood next to him while walking down the stairs and looked at him. 

“Oh,” you began, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Draco said quickly. “It’s okay. You can call me ‘Draco.’”

The following few days after meeting him at the Astronomy Tower weren’t as rigid as the first time you met him in the library. The essay was still a project you didn’t look forward to working on, but you weren’t as tense around Draco as you were before. He’d start a conversation with you and had made the effort to ask about your day, and you weren’t sure if this sudden change in attitude was going to last very long. 

Much to your surprise, the final days of working on your assignment with him made you think about how much you were going to miss meeting him after the day was over and working with him in private. The library, having always been your safe space, had become much more whenever you’d meet with Draco to work. He’d been less talkative towards your friends even if you were there, but talking to Draco about anything other than schoolwork when night came felt like you were talking to a whole different person. 

While his boisterous personality clashed with your innately introverted one, you could easily feel yourself exiting the shell you built around you when talking to people you didn’t know very well. You were surprised at how well you and Draco got along, almost to the point where he’d accompany you to your common room before saying goodnight. The Draco everyone knew was far removed from the Draco that talked with you until late into the night. 

In return, Draco could feel himself wondering if he was truly wrong about you. He’d never bothered to get to know Ravenclaws except for past flings, and he certainly never thought to strike up a conversation with you when he knew you were friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. But lately, talking about what he was worried about did him more good than bad. Draco liked to talk about his problems. He liked that you were willing to listen to him, even if you didn’t have the advice he wanted. Draco liked knowing you were there for him and that you wouldn’t tell a soul. 

So it surprised you when Draco waved at you from the threshold of the Great Hall while you were sitting with your friends at the Gryffinor table.

“What the bloody hell?” Ron asked you. 

“I’d go far to say we’re really good acquaintances,” you stated. “We worked on that essay, remember?”

“Yeah, but isn’t that done and over?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You boys are so daft.” 

“You mean to tell me you’ve actually gotten to know Malfoy?” Harry asked. 

“Well, yes,” you said. “When you work with someone on a big project, you tend to spend a lot of time together.” Harry rolled his eyes at your response. 

“As long as you know what you’re doing,” Hermione reassured. “I trust your judgement.” 

“Y/N’s gone mad, absolutely mad,” Ron said dramatically. You threw a dinner roll at his chest and he pretended to fall over on the bench, causing Harry to push him back upright. 

You could see Draco from over Harry’s shoulder and watched as he averted his attention from Blaise over to where you sat. He gave you a nonchalant smile in the midst of his conversation and you returned it. Draco shook his head and turned his attention back to his friends. 

+++

“Draco,” you hissed as he walked much quicker for your liking. “Slow down, will you? I’m like, half your height.”

“Keep up,” he teased. 

It was a Saturday afternoon and with Harry and Ron sick, and Hermione wanting to stay in her room to catch up on reading, you had asked Draco if he wanted to do something with you to fill the day. He agreed and met with you after lunch outside of the door but realized he had forgotten his wand.

“I can’t,” you mused. He laughed when he heard you catching your breath. “I can wait out here for you.”

“Nonsense,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. It’ll only take a minute. Just come up.” 

You barely had time to register what he said before he pulled you into the Slytherin common room and rushed into his room. 

He had his own room, that much you knew, but it was surprisingly neat. There was nothing that seemed out of place except for his wand that lay on his bed. The room was surprisingly welcoming. The walls were adorned with green and black tapestry and the windows had sheer covers that made the room feel more vibrant than you had expected. 

“I’m impressed,” you said. “You’re very clean.”

“What, you thought I’d live in absolute filth?” he said laughing as he tucked his wand in his back pocket. 

“I don’t know. I just assumed boys are messy. Harry and Ron’s room is a disaster.” 

“That’s because they’re Harry and Ron,” Draco replied. You couldn’t disagree. “Are you sure you’re not going to be cold? It’s November and you’re wearing jeans and a collared shirt.” 

“Well, I don’t want to walk back to my room,” you said. “I’ll be fine, Draco.” 

“Y/N,” he said pointedly. Draco walked past you and fetched a sweatshirt. “Here, put this on.”

“I feel like I’m betraying my house,” you whined. Draco only laughed and watched as you put his jumper on. “How do I look?” 

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and looked at your neckline, noticing the collars were stuck in the sweatshirt. He reached out to fix it and he realized just how short your stature was compared to his. You felt his fingers brush the back of your neck when he fixed your collar and you mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ when he was finished. 

“Better now,” he whispered. 

The weekend passed by much quicker than you had liked and you found yourself on Monday morning, unable to get out of bed. Hermione pulled the covers off of you when she noticed Draco’s sweater hanging from the back of your chair. You hadn’t thought much about the day, other than Dumbledore giving students a week of free dress, and decided to put his sweater over a t-shirt. When you sat at the Gryffindor table with a green sweatshirt, Ron’s eyes nearly burst out. 

“First you betray your house by sitting with us, and now you betray us by wearing a Slytherin jumper?” Ron asked. You looked down and saw that you had put on Draco’s sweater. After spending time with him, he had told you to keep it with you until he saw you next, fearing that you’d become too cold despite him having walked you back to your common room. 

“If you must know,” you began, “he told me to return it when I saw him next. I forgot I had it until you pointed it out.” 

“You mean you didn’t see it when you put it on?”

You groaned. “It’s Monday and I’m absolutely exhausted, Ronald.” 

Draco hadn’t noticed you when he entered the hall, engrossed in a conversation with Theo. But when he sat at his table and looked to see where you chose to seat yourself, he saw his green sweater adorned on your body and did a double take. He choked on his morning tea and looked away from his friends, who offered him looks of concern, and brushed it off as going down the wrong pipe. He stole glances during breakfast, noticing your tired eyes and how unfocuse you were around your friends. Draco wished he could sit next to you and ask if you were doing alright. 

“Are you coming to the game?” Draco heard Ron ask you when he exited the hall. “You can watch us beat Slytherin to the next century.” 

“I just hope both teams have fun,” you said matter-of-factly. 

“You’re no fun,” he retorted. 

+++

Gryffindor had just won a quidditch match against Slytherin and they invited anyone who wanted to get their lips wet. As an honorary Gryffindor yourself, Ron was expecting you to be there to celebrate the win with him and the rest of your friends. Harry had ultimately won the game by catching the snitch, but Ron had done a remarkable job at preventing Slytherin from scoring any goals. The win meant a party in the Gryffindor common room and you were no exception. 

“Here’s to Harry!” Ron shouted when you walked downstairs, tipsy from the three shots Hermione had taken with you prior to arriving. 

The strappy heels you wore nearly cost you your balance when a group of girls ran past you, but Hermione was quick to catch your arm and steady you. The exceptionally short dress—your only party dress—seemed to be a bit of an overstatement when you realized most people were wearing skirts or jeans.

“Hush,” Hermione said when you looked around the room. “You look better than everyone here and you know it.”

“I’m going to try not to feel like I stick out like a sore thumb,” you said confidently, pushing your chest out in false bravado. Hermione enthusiastically clapped her hands twice and held your hand when leading you through the crowd of Gryffindors.

“Oi, Y/N,” said Harry, who stood bashfully between Ron and another girl. “Drink up.”

“It’s like you want me to get drunk,” you joked before you drank what little liquid was left in his cup. You grimaced and Ron laughed.

“That’s a particularly rough one,” he said. “Freddie and George are in charge of drinks tonight.”

“Figures,” you said as you handed him back his cup. 

“A shot of firewhisky for you,” said Harry, handing you a shot glass. “And wine to follow.”

“You are a terrible influence,” Hermione said.

“Y/N’s rarely ever here after a Gryffindor win and you know how fun she is when she’s drunk,” Ron interjected. “Besides, she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to drink.”

“Fair point, Weasley,” you replied, drinking the firewhisky. “But I warn you that wanting to drink as much as I am right now is probably not gonna happen any time soon.” 

Ron shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get.” 

An hour and a half into the night, you find yourself alone with an empty cup in your hand. The table next to you is littered with glasses and discarded food wrappers, and you add your cup to the pile. The common room is still as busy as it was when you arrived but everyone seemed too intoxicated to pay attention when you slid out the door. 

Your steps echoed on the floors of the castle and you winced at how loud they were. Bracing yourself against a wall, you idly took off your shoes with a bit of a struggle before gathering yourself and continuing on your path. 

You hadn’t done much exploring without the commotion of students during the daytime. The grand walls seemed much taller because of your inebriated state and the paintings that hung seemed like they were much bigger than they were. 

It was when you were nearly about to trip over your feet when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N?” 

You turned around to see Draco. He wore grey sweatpants and a form fitting black turtleneck with a green washcloth in his hand. He looked exhausted from earlier but the handsome blond looked at you with a quizzical expression. 

“May I ask why you’re walking around the castle late at night?” he asked, amused at your drunken state.

“Well, I was at the Gryffindor common room because of their win–sorry–and we all got really drunk really fast,” you explained, attempting to distribute your weight between your legs for balance. “It got really hot inside and all of my friends who were nowhere to be found, so here I am!”

Draco raised his eyebrow. “And you thought you’d walk around the castle, well after curfew, barefoot?” 

“Not barefoot,” you said, holding up your heels. “They got really loud.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t take them off beforehand. Pansy’s always talking about how much they hurt when they wear them.” 

“I think I’m too drunk to care,” you said with a shrug. You walked by the common room entrance and dropped your heels near the wall, dropping to floor level. 

Draco watched as you slid down the wall with ease and closed your eyes for a brief moment. He watched as you tried to fix your dress to an appropriate position and chuckled when you took your hair down from its ponytail; you looked relaxed, less high strung than he was used to. 

“Are you planning on staying there all night?” Draco asked, looking at your spot on the floor. He stepped in front of you and nudged your leg with the tip of his shoes. 

“You wear Oxfords to the bathroom?” you asked, inspecting the black shoe. 

Draco rolled his eyes. “It was the only thing near enough to slip on. It’s genuine Italian leather, you know. One of the Muggle’s greatest gifts.” 

“I wasn’t aware you owned anything made by Muggles.” Draco shrugged. He stepped beside you and joined you on the floor. 

“You’ve got more to learn about me, I suppose.” 

It was quiet for a moment. You looked at the wall in front of you and your thoughts overtook your attention. It seemed as though a plethora of thoughts were racing through your mind and you were having a hard time picking one to talk about. Draco seemed to notice your absent expression and nudged your shoulder. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Me?” you asked.

“Yes, you,” said Draco. “You’re the only one here besides me.” 

“Oh,” you said, nodding, “yes. That’s correct.” 

“So, what are you thinking about?”

“Where do I begin?” you breathed. “I think my first qualm is about what I’m going to do after graduation. I have no bloody idea what I want to do with my life and it seems like everyone has their shit figured out.” 

“I can guarantee you that you are absolutely not alone in thinking that,” Draco said, his voice producing a slight echo in the empty hallway. 

“Second, I’m eternally grateful that I’ve persevered through all of my hardest tests.” 

“You’re the smartest girl I know,” he replied. 

You looked pensive, looking at your hands and picking at your nails. The biggest of your qualms was about your lack of experience in the love department and how awkward you felt whenever Harry, Ron, or Hermione would bring up dates or anything of the sort. Even Hermione, who was just as much of a bookworm and a stickler for rules as you were, seemed to enjoy a casual date or two every once in a while and saw no issue in sharing a kiss at parties. Yet you found yourself awkwardly sitting in your seat, unable to contribute to their conversation, forced to listen to their escapades. 

“Lastly…” you trailed off. 

“Lastly?” 

You shook your head. “It’s dumb.” Draco looked at you from where he sat and shook his head. 

“Nothing you say is dumb, Y/N.” 

“Well, I guess my last qualm is how I feel absolutely behind when it comes to relationships and I feel so stupid for being the only person I know who hasn’t held hands without it being platonic.” 

“What?” Draco asked, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ve never had your first kiss?” 

“You don’t have to rub it in,” you frowned. He shook his head relentlessly. 

“I’m not making fun of you,” Draco reassured. “Just a bit surprised, is all.”

“Why’s that?” You looked up at him from where you sat. 

He didn’t miss a beat. “You’re very outgoing when you want to be and I can’t name a single person who’s ever said anything bad about you. You are the quintessential Ravenclaw, yes, but you adapt so easily to other people. You make people feel like they have a friend, Y/N.” 

Draco wasn’t sure if he was projecting. You were too drunk to notice. 

“I don’t know.” 

“I’m being serious.” Draco turned to look at you. “It doesn’t matter, okay?” 

“Easy for you to say that,” you scoffed. “You’ve taken Pansy to the Yule Ball loads of times and I know you’ve kissed loads of girls. Don’t even try to lie to me.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make me any better than you.” 

“But it makes you more experienced.”

“So what?” Draco asked. “Why rush yourself into these things? Who cares about this stuff when other people like you for you?” 

“I hate that this is an insecurity because I like the way I am,” you begin, “but it’s really hard to stop comparing myself to other girls when everyone I’ve grown up with has done all of these things but I haven’t.” You laugh at yourself. “I don’t think a guy has ever expressed any interest in me.” 

“That’s not true,” Draco said instantaneously. You laughed again. 

“It is though,” you replied. “I thought Dean Thomas was hitting on me but he just wanted me to help him get an A on the first exam of the year. That’s about it, really. So I’ve gathered that guys really aren’t that interested in me.” 

Draco looked at you. “Y/N, that’s not true.” 

It was quiet for a moment while you tried to understand what Draco said. He could see the gears turning in your head as you tried to decipher what he said. He knew that if it weren’t for your inebriated state, you might’ve caught onto what he said before he was about to say it. 

But you sighed and put your head on his shoulder, bringing your knees to your chest. 

“Well anyway, I just wanted to get some air. I love Gryffindors but they’re so loud.” 

Draco let out a hearty laugh and looked at you. He watched as you smiled in triumph when making him laugh, something he knew you were secretly trying to do ever since you proposed getting to know one another. 

“I really like hearing you laugh,” you said. 

“Why’s that?”

“You don’t brood as much.” 

“I do not brood.”

“Yes you do.” 

“Agree to disagree,” Draco said, recovering from his laugh. 

“I’m cold,” you said abruptly. Draco watched as you attempted to warm up by rubbing your arms with your hands. 

“Should’ve brought a jacket,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” you retorted. “We can’t all be wearing sweatpants and a turtleneck.” 

Before Draco could register what was about to happen, he put his arm around you and pulled your body close to his. 

His body is pure warmth. The hands that adorn silver rings are now warm with heat and the fabric of his turtleneck provides a bit of warmth, but the blush that sits on your cheek provides the most heat. Perhaps it’s because your ability to turn exceptionally red while drinking, but you know it’s because your thigh touched his. Without thinking much of it, you move yourself to Draco’s lap sideways with the help of liquid courage and the need to be held like you’d die if you weren’t warm. 

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise because he did not anticipate that he would be this close to you. He’s dreamt about it and fantasized about how your body would feel next to his. Draco’s gone so far as to dream about what it would feel like to hold your hand in the middle of the hallway without a care in the world, but he always thought he’d gradually build up the momentum before you found your way onto his lap. 

But Draco didn’t push you off. He put his arm around you and used his free hand to caress the side of your cheek, brushing stray strands of hair from your face. 

“That feels really good,” you said, your eyes looking up at Draco in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He cooed softly. 

“Yeah,” you replied. 

“You’ve never held hands before?” Draco asked. 

You shook your head. “Not romantically.” 

Draco dropped his hand from your cheek and lifted your own, intertwining your fingers with his.  

“You’ve never held hands like this?” 

You shook your head again. 

“Not like this,” you whispered. 

Draco smiled at your bashful expression, liking the way you’ve gone slack against his body. He liked that you were trying to hide a smile by biting your lip and liked the way you buried your face into his chest when you caught him looking at you. 

“Don’t get bashful on me now, Y/N,” Draco laughed. 

“I’m shy,” you mumbled into his chest. 

“My shy girl,” he said, squeezing your hand. 

He didn’t think life could get any sweeter than that. He looked down at you and watched as your eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips, and followed the voice in his head that told him to kiss you. 

Draco put his lips on yours and wondered why he hadn’t done that sooner. 

+++

When Hermione realized you were missing, she panicked and asked Ron and Harry if they’d seen you. Feeling guilty for briefly leaving you to say hello to a friend, and subsequently forgetting to introduce the two of you because of her equally intoxicated state, Hermione looked around the common room before marching her way into her dormitory. Your presence is gone and Hermione’s heart was pounding with regret, wanting nothing more than to apologize to you. 

She found her way to the Ravenclaw common room, asking Cho if you had come back from the party. Cho, who almost always knew if you were in your room or not, told Hermione that you hadn’t come back and assumed you were with her. Hermione thanked Cho for her time and chose to walk throughout the castle to look for you.

You were nowhere to be found. Hermione first tried to find you in your favorite spots to no avail and was about to give up, opting to apologize to you when you were both sober in the morning, when she heard voices from the opposite hallway. 

Quietly, Hermione peered around the corner and watched as you sat on Draco’s lap. She could barely hear the two of you talking through hushed whispers. Hermione watched Draco’s hand stroke your hair while your body rested on his chest. You toyed with his free hand, inspecting his fingers as you spoke. 

Hermione was nearly ready to make her presence known from the corner she was hiding in until she heard Draco laugh boisterously at something you had said, his head hitting the back wall from trying to catch his breath. You smiled up at him in awe and watched as he failed to quiet himself, and when Draco had caught his breath, he pulled you in for a quick embrace. Hermione watched as you looked at him as if he had painted the stars in the sky for you. 

When classes resumed the following week, you had been accompanied by Harry, Ron, and Hermione after spending lunch in the Great Hall. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Draco shouted from behind you. The four of you turned your head until Draco pulled you by the hand towards himself and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Harry and Ron gasped, unsure of how to react to their best friend kissing Draco.

When Draco ultimately pulled away, he gave your hand a squeeze and went in for another brief kiss. 

“Come sit with me at dinner?” he asked. 

“Of course,” you said, squeezing his hand. He smiled at you before turning to address your friends. 

“Harry, Ron, Hermione,” he said, nodding at the three of them. Hermione waved politely as Harry and Ron looked at him walking away. 

“What in the hell…” Ron trailed off. 

“You and Malfoy?” Harry asked. 

“If you two used your eyes, you’d see that she and Draco have been pining after each other for so long,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes before looking at you. “Daft, I tell you.” 

“Keep it up, Y/N,” said Ron. “I want him to be nice to me all the time.” 

“Boys,” you muttered. 

But you didn’t want to change a single thing.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy angst #harry potter #draco malfoy fanfiction #idk what to tag this lol #also winter is approaching and i'm in my harry potter feels #ily draco!!! #please read this lmao i wrote it for fun

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Hey, so I'm having a really rough time rn (dealing with bs from my friend group, we have to take my really old dog to the vet today bc we found blood in her pee and we're scared that she won't make it this time, I'm struggling with my mental health, I'm just kinda goin thru it rn ig) so I would love a comfort fic with the sbi maybe with the reader as their sibling where the reader is the one that always comforts the fam, but hides their emotions until (1/2, very sorry about splitting it)

(2/2) something happens that makes the reader have a full on breakdown? I'll leave the rest to you, it can be a good or bad ending, headcanons or one shots, anything. You can ignore this request if you want/if it makes you uncomfortable. Please don't feel pressured/guilt tripped to write anything from this, your mental health comes first and I'm sure you're already really busy. Reminder to eat something today if you haven't yet and get a drink of water <3

We are family - Reader and SBI!Brothers

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Y/N came back from an errand and surprises their brothers with their weird behavior. Trying to put on their usual smile, trying to hide away their real emotions but their brothers know them better than they inititally suspected. They could immediately tell that something must have happened.

Words count: 2060

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you and your dog are doing better! 💙 I wish I could give you more than words of encouragement and that I managed to get faster to this request, I apologize Please make sure to take care of yourself, alright? Take time for yourself to deal with the stress and anxiety! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat! Even if it’s just something small!

Once again I apologize for the long wait, I felt really bad already and then I kinda put it off because I felt bad.

adhd hit hard again and haven’t checked for typos yet, but will get on it as soon as I can o7

On another note if you want to read another comfort fic; I have a small series called “A Painful Reminder” which is more angsty but the 2nd part is more about the comfort, if that is something for you 

Living in the SMP was chaotic, turbulent and at times downright painful.

Most people tended to gravitate to one cause or other people to deal with this. Holding on to something so they don’t get pulled under. Get buried beneath the chaos and the violence.

So having people like Y/N around was like a godsend. They were one of the few people that seemed to be able to withstand the constant waves of misfortune and stand strong. Be the rock to hold onto when everything got too overwhelming.

Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy loved their sibling for it.

After Wilbur and Tommy got exiled with Y/N out of L’Manberg, they were there and cheered both of their siblings up. Immediately making plans on how to set up a safe home and collecting ideas on how to get back. They were the one who managed to get a message out to Technoblade and asked him to visit them. Maybe help them.

Wilbur often jokingly said that Y/N was the glue that held the family together, to which they would always reply with the warmest of smiles “I’m glad.”

And what he said was true. Whenever the family fell on hard times and they began to drift apart it was Y/N who pulled all of them back. Pulling them back to reality and giving solutions for their problems if needed.

Sitting down with Wilbur when things got to much. Listening to his thoughts and worries, letting his emotion run freely without judgement. While they looked worried for him, their comforting smile never faltered. Offering him solutions to problems if he wanted it, otherwise they gave him the chance to just air his own thoughts out. To be angry with him. Sad with him.

Working with Tommy on his own projects. Listening to his ideas and giving him a different perspective that could improve some things but also respecting it when Tommy wanted to do this his way. And while he liked to brag and pretend that some things didn’t hit him that hard, they were still patiently listening to him as he spoke about his own pain in a more roundabout way. Telling him that he was not alone and making him feel heard.

Talking to Technoblade whenever the voices got too loud or out of hand again. He would just walk over to them and nudge them away, asking them to talk about something, no matter what. He just needed to hear their voice and be able to concentrate on it. Tune out the garbled voices in his head with a familiar sound that calmed him down no matter what. Leaning against them, slowly falling asleep as Y/N told all about how they were happily working on their own farm and what shenanigans they got up to.

Y/N really was like the warm sun on a cold day. Warming them up and protecting them.

Yes, Y/N was strong. So strong that even Technoblade considered them stronger than him. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally.

A clanging of metal rung through the cave. Techno was training with Wilbur while Tommy was just watching. Cheering on Techno.

It wasn’t an unusual situation and something Y/N expected to see as they made their way down the staircase. Wilbur in full iron armor and weapon while Techno just fought back with his own iron sword.

“Hey, Y/N! Welcome back!” Wilbur breathed out. Sweat running down the side of his face as he stopped attacking his brother.

The three men looked happily over to their sibling who slowly walked towards them but soon their expressions fell. Something was off about Y/N and it confused the three.

Their smile was as always plastered on their face but it looked strained. Their eyes wide open, trying to look sincere and loving but the glassy look of them gave off a different picture.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up from the ground. Taking a step closer to them which made them in return stop in their tracks.

Y/N was hugging themself, shakily opening up their mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was then when Techno got very aware of how they were shaking in general.

This all seemed so wrong. This shouldn’t be possible. It just didn’t seem to register fully inside their minds.

Wilbur made sure to get rid off his sword and armor as fast as he could, walking over to his sibling, trying to get a better look at them but they just avoided his gaze.

Staring at the ground, slowly shaking their head “It’s- It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. You really aren’t. What happened? Did they find you?” Techno asked, his voice full with worry. A bit of anger hidden as well.

Y/N had their own little farm in order to support Pogtopia. The potatoes from Techno were great but variety is important after all. Though they also had an abundance of wheat they usually tried to smuggle into Manberg for Niki. Trying to help her out as much as possible with her taxes and work.

This time Y/N nodded “They did… It’s fine though. I’m fine. I’m not hurt. It’s all good.”

Wilbur’s frown deepened “Usually when people have to be so adamant about being okay something isn’t alright.”

Tommy nodded, supporting his statement only to whisper to himself “Adamant? What does-“

But Wilbur continued “We are your family, talk to us.”

Y/N licked their chapped lips “I’m-“

The tears finally escaped their eyes and begun streaming down their face. Sobbing they fell down on the ground. Wilbur immediately followed suit, laying his arm around them and pulling them against his chest. His hand flew up to their head and begun going through their hair, trying to calm them down. Humming a soft tune from their childhood.

It was the first time in their lives they saw Y/N break down like that and it was quite frankly shocking.

Unsure what to do with himself Tommy squatted down “Um, uh, what- what happened?”

Techno was still gripping the iron sword in his hand. Pacing up and down. Manberg found them? What the hell did they do to make Y/N break down like that? His own sibling! Whatever it was he would make sure to pay it back a thousand times over.

“Tommy can you grab them some water?” Wilbur laid his chin on top of Y/N’s head, rubbing circles now on their back.

He didn’t even hesitate, jumping up to run towards one of the chests with food items that Y/N had always ready for them. Grabbing a water bottle and running back over. Happy that he could do something else besides staring.

Tommy then pushed the bottle towards Y/N who gratefully took it, putting some space between them and Wilbur as they drank some of the cold liquid which helped them to calm down.

“You ready to tell us what happened?” Techno stopped pacing around. His gaze purely trained on his crying sibling. Anger still rising in him just like the voices.

Screaming things like “Technosib! How dare they hurt them! Protect them! I love Y/N so much! Why would anyone hurt Y/N! They always help us! Let’s help them for a change! Technosib! Let’s go out and fight them! Yeah! Blood for the Blood God and Y/N!”

Y/N’s voice was still wavering and a bit scratchy from their sobbing as they begun speaking “Hey, hey! Techno don’t concentrate on the voices. Listen to me. It’s all good.”

This somehow made Techno angry. He threw the sword away and finally knelt down next to them as well so his face was on the same eye level as theirs “Stop. Please. Stop thinking about us for one second. Stop trying to not make us uncomfortable or worried! Tell us what happened! Please.”

He was basically begging at the last part. All his worry packed into it.

“Yeah, honestly you trying to make sure everything is okay for us makes us even more worried.” It surprised the others a bit that this came from Tommy but he was correct.

Tears fell down their face again “I- I was just delivering more wheat to Niki and someone must have followed me. They followed me back to my farm and- and- they burned my fields down. There were explosions. I- it was just my farm. I did not harm. Just, why does it always have to end like this. Why do all the good things always end like this. Why can’t this place let something be. There is always something.”

The farm was so important to Y/N. It was their little project they put so much sweat, love and work into. It was their home away from home. A place to retreat and enjoy some peace. This obviously was devastating. It was their one thing they had for themself. The one thing that wasn’t there for anyone else but them.

It was also clear that this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and it broke the three a bit that they only now seemed to notice this. That it took that long and their whole farm being destroyed for the realize this was heartbreaking.

“Who?” Techno urged but Y/N shook their head.

“I don’t know. Everything went so fast and I tried to save as much as I could but- but it’s all gone. It’s all gone.” Their voice jumped up an octave at the end, burying their face against Wilbur’s shoulder again. Silently sobbing.

It should have been impossible but Wilbur’s frown deepened and his expression turned more grim “Don’t worry. We will get back at them. We will get our revenge. They will see firsthand what they did to you, I promise.”

Shocked Y/N looked up, their red and puffy eyes wide open “Wil, that’s not what I- no revenge. There is already too much misery going around I just want this to stop. I just want all of us being able to live in peace.”

Wilbur should have known that Y/N was too good natured for that but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so angry. Angry at Schlatt and Manberg. That they went for him was one thing but to go out of their way to treat Y/N like this? Let’s just say he put it on the list in bold letters with reasonings on why he will get back at the Manberg faction.

“Listen Y/N.” Techno begun, his voice now calm again “Stop it. Just for once think about yourself. Stop thinking about others for once. You are also worthy of the same care you give us. Let us at least help rebuild your farm. You always help us with our projects, let us help you with yours.”

Tommy seemed to lit up at that “That sounds like a good idea! We could build towers around your new farm and make sure no one gets in! We could put down traps and all!”

He really wasn’t sure how to react but that was at least something he could do for them. As the past General’s right hand man, this should be something he can do. If he couldn’t protect his sibling how could he ever hope to get L’Manberg back.

Wilbur seemed to think about it for a bit but agreed “Yeah, how does that sound?” Though the dark glint in his eyes stayed. The cogs in head still running off with his own thoughts.

“You guys would? Since when can you guys build?” a dry laugh escaped them but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Both Tommy and Wilbur looked almost appalled at that claim while Techno just shrugged and nodded. Just looking around Pogtopia was more functioning than good looking after all. Y/N tried to pretty it up a bit but usually something always happened around here.

“Also Y/N, please talk to us more. Don’t bottle everything up. Please. We worry a lot about you and we love you. You always do so much for us, let us do the same.” Wilbur pushed Y/N a bit off of him and looked them deep into their eyes, hoping that this would really hammer in that this was a genuine plea.

As a respone Y/N wiped the tears off their face “I understand. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Don’t try just do it.”

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𖣘 Enhypen's reaction to their s/o being afraid of heights ༄

Warnings: none, this is fluff

The idea was given by a friend, so credits to her 🖤

I hope you enjoy!

A/n: idk why but Tumblr doesn't let me use the read more feature so I'm sorry if this is long :(

This isn't proofread so I'm sorry if I have typos

❧ Heeseung

You were on a date at an amusement park

It was Heeseung's idea to get on the ferris wheel and you couldn't say no because he was so excited about this date

You get in and sit down, hands sweating bc of nervousness

At first Heeseung didn't realize how you were wiping your hands on your pants, looking around like a lost puppy

But when the ferris wheel starting moving with a loud thud, you got startled clinging onto his arms

He found it so adorable that you were being so clingy to him more than ever cuz you were scared

He would immediately wrap his arms around you to pull you closer to himself

You would bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide your blushing face, "So you're scared of heights huh baby?" He would ask giggling

You would raise your head to look at him but once you see how high you guys were you would immediately get back to your old position, "Shut up Heeseung I swear.." you would say jokingly punch his chest

He would stroke your hair slowly with one hand and with his other hand he would hold you close to himself by your waist, place small kisses to your nose and your forehead

Since you're too afraid to look he would tell you how bright the city looked, helping you imagine the beautiful view

❧ Jay

Jay booked up a table from a luxury restaurant for your monthly anniversary

But the thing was he booked it from the terrace floor which was too high 🥲

You gulped down once you saw where you guys were gonna eat but didn't say anything bc you didn't wanna break Jay's excitement

He hold your hand to walk with you to your desk, noticing your hesitant steps

"Is everything okay y/n?" He asked but before you could answer he noticed how you were nervously looking outside, gulping down your worries

He couldn't help but to smile seeing his girlfriend for months being this afraid for the first time, "Oh my gosh you're afraid of heights?" He would ask in disbelief between giggles

You would throw him a death glance, making him laugh out loud at your adorable reaction, placing his hand on your waist to pull you closer

"Don't worry baby, your man would protect you 😏" he would say teasingly after pecking your lips

"Oh my, I'm suddenly not afraid anymore" you would tease him while following his lead to your seat

❧ Jake

Jake was homesick so you both went to Australia for holidays

He and his friends used to go hiking together and this time he offered to you

You said yes, not thinking there will be anything that can bother you

It took a while for you guys to reach the top as you took your time and Jake was slowing himself to catch your pace

It was all fine, he was generally so caring to you, he kept asking if your were thirsty or tired every 15 mins

And it was all fine until you finally reached the top, realizing you were way higher than you imagined

Your eyes went 👁👁 while you unintentionally took a couple of steps back due the highness

Jake got worried thinking you were dizzy so he rushed to hold you from your waist asking if you were okay

"I never thought it would be THIS high" you let out smiling nervously, making Jake sigh in relief

He would pull you into a hug, a hand fixing your hair to push them from your sight, so he can look at your eyes

"It's okay baby, we can turn back" he would say smiling and would buy you something sweet to eat on your way home

❧ Sunghoon

Sunghoon never liked anything that was too extreme excluding that day where he insisted you to take the water ride with him after you accepted to go to an amusement park with him

You definitely didn't wanna get wet att all

But it wasn't the least of your problems bc the ride was also going higher than average at one point

Being shocked at the fact that Hoon was so hyped for this, he was literally begging you, saying it was too hot so it would be fun to get a little wet, stumping his feet and looking like little boy with the bunny ears he was currently wearing

How could you say no?

You get in your seat holding his hands and it was all fine until you reached the top

Oh God, the way you closed your eyes with your hands, praying for your soul

And the water that got splashed all over you while going down didn't help at all

Hoon turned to look at you while he was scream-laughing, seeing how you closed your eyes he get a bit worried

Moving your hands from your face with gentle movements, he kissed your hands, apologizing for insisting you

When you get off of the ride he cupped your face "I'm sorry baby, I never knew you were afraid of heights." He whispered in a guilty tone

He would peck your lips and get you a big teddy bear and let you choose what you guys were gonna do for the rest of the night

❧ Sunoo

Sunoo organized a birthday party for you at the terrace floor of the café you both liked

Everything was so well organized, all your friends were invited

He texted you that he would wait for you at that café, making it sound like a normal date like usual times

When you got there he was waiting for yout at the entrance, giving you a big hug, he held your hand and lead you to upstairs

It was dark, so you didn't really realize how high you were going up bc you two never really get to the terrace floor before

When you finally arrived everyone was singing you the happy birthday song, everything was glowing and you were so happy

Until you realized how high you were

You throw yourself at Sunoo after accidentally looking down to see how high you guys were, he was quick to hold you in his arms while laughing at you

"I didn't know you would like it so much" he would say in between giggles

"I like it so much but I just realized THAT WE ARE SO HIGH OMG" you would scream to his ears trying to make him hear you thru the loud music

He would stay by your side the whole night make sure you won't get startled bc of the height again

❧ Jungwon

Jungwon called you in the middle of the night saying he missed you and he wanted to see you

You couldn't say no to him so you get dressed to meet with him

He sneaked out from their dorm for an hour to see you

When he came to get you from your place he said he had a special place that he wanted to take you

After walking with him for approximately 15 mins he lead you into a building, taking you to the top floor

"Isn't it so pretty?" He asked pointing out the view, where you could see the whole city, admittedly it was very pretty but also very high

Not being able to hide your anxiousness you answered "Yes, it is."

He would notice that you get intimidated by the height but instead of asking the obvious he would reassure you with words

"I always remember you when I come here, because of the pretty view in front of me." He would say placing a small kiss your cheeks before hugging you

He would never let go of your hands, making sure you feel safe

❧ Ni-Ki

Riki was turning to Japan to visit his parents and offered you to go with him

Ofc you said yes

But the thing is you never thought of getting there with a plane

You didn't even think abt your fear of heights until the moment sit next to him in the plane

When the plane took off you closed your eyes, praying inside

Riki would try his best to not laugh at you, thinking how cute you genuinely look refusing to open your eyes

He would hold your hands inside his, trying to show you some of his dances that his hyungs recorded

He would try to distract you thru the whole thing and when he noticed you get tired, he would let you sleep laying on his lap

He would stroke your hair slowly, saying sweet things in between small teases, making you both laugh and relax

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Chapter 5: you might have jinxed it now

summary: soulmates have an instant connection when they meet, right? pairing: spencer reid x reader Tw: cussing, some alcohol mentions, just sad news bc the world really sucks sometimes, fluff, maybe some typos, public speaking ew words: 3.7K a/n: hiiiii i decided to update early because why not!! (also i'm still haven't gotten around to watching further than the first few eps from season 7 :(( i really need a break from... life honestly lmao) Anyway hope you liked it! Was listening to Kali Uchis this time around > telepatía & vaya con dios & glass animals > your love (déjà vu) bomb ass songs!! Thank you for reading xx let me know if you want to be tagged :)

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST

You were pacing backstage with your cue cards in your hands, going over some last minute revisions you made about your guest lecture you were supposed give in, you checked your watch, seven minutes. When your boss had suggested you should give the lecture, you were smiling, but inside dread started filling your stomach. See, public speaking was not your forte, even though you’d never had a problem before, just knowing that multiple people were looking at you with all their attention focused on you, stressed you out. On the field, you had no problems demanding attention and giving out orders, but that was the place you were comfortable with. You knew what you were doing and you knew other people needed your guidance. But talking in front of a crowd, really was something else.

“Miss Y/L/N, 4 minutes ‘till they’re announcing you,” someone from the crew said as they checked your mic one last time. You breathed out a big breath. In one hour you’d be backstage again and you could go to the hotel bar and order a cocktail. God knows you would need it after this. You wiped your hand over your pastel pink oversized pantsuit, trying to smooth away any wrinkles. Your heels made you look even taller than you already were, but why did they have to make these things so uncomfortable?? You did look extremely fashionable and were exuding some sort of professionalism mixed with knowledge you had from spending the last 9 years working your ass off.

“Alright, the floor is yours!” The crew member who came to get you said as they ushered you towards the door. You plastered on a smile and confidently strode towards the stage.

You smiled at the crowd, who were very hard to see by the way, because of all the lights shining directly in your eyes, and started your presentation with some shocking statistics.

“Did you know that about 50% of the world’s poorest people live in just 5 countries?”

——

As you were continuing your talk, Spencer snuck in the back, taking a seat on the second to last row. Normally he would be sitting in the front, taking notes (if necessary) and asking questions.

This time he decided against it. He was scared that you would recognize him for some sort of reason, even though his rational brain told him that was literally impossible. But all his worrying had made him late now, so he hoped you wouldn’t notice him now, as some douchebag who couldn’t even bother to show up on time. He had been there 30 minutes before, but had lost track of time staring at your picture on the screen that announced the topic of your presentation.

You were walking across stage like a natural, your pantsuit demanding authority and your melodic voice flowing out of the speakers and straight into Spencer’s heart.

His profiling skills told him you were nervous though, you kept picking at the nail of your one hand, holding your cue cards in the other. For other people who didn’t know anything about profiling, you would seem as a natural. He could see you had a lot of passion for your work, but that didn’t mean you loved giving presentations in front of tons of people.

He was mesmerized by the way you talked, and couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice, the way you gestured to put an emphasis on a fact or the way you smiled when you talked about one of your recent projects.

After more than an hour of talking, you were finally through your presentation, even though Spencer wished you kept on talking.

“So, I know I dumped a lot of information on you guys,” you laughed as you crinkled your nose and talked directly to the audience, “do you have any questions for me? It can be about the NGO or how to get into an NGO or something else? Just shoot!”

A few hands went up, and you answered them one by one. Most people asked about what they could do to help an NGO and in what ways, some people asked about college programs to get into the field and others wondered what profiles the NGO needed.

“Well we have a diverse group of people in our NGO. We have some lawyers, some people who know a lot about logistics, we have a few medical employees, um, we also use a lot of national volunteers for donations, yeah, really we need a lot of people, so everyone who can help, do apply!” You replied with a smile.

“Any more questions?” You looked around the room. There were no more hands and you opened your mouth to thank everyone for attending when-

“Um yes! Actually!”, a hand quickly shot up in the air, on one of the last rows, a man with messy brown hair, dressed smartly.

“Yes, please”, you encouraged him, as you took a step closer towards the front of the stage to get a better look at him.

“How do you deal with the use of advertisements to get the local public aware of the problems in the global south?” he inquired, “I recently read that the use of poverty porn is still a big problem in the industry, but I don’t really see any solutions that are being offered.”

“Wow, that is a great question actually. Indeed, poverty porn is still a big problem. For those who don’t know. The term comes from the use of shocking pictures of people in need, to make people in the West aware of the problems that often occur in Southern countries,” you explained. You thought for a minute. This was a great question that you didn’t really expect to get, but you were happy someone brought it to your attention.

“What we do with our NGO is, we don’t really use advertisements as much as others. We are very lucky to have government support, and we have a lot of private donations. We do still have volunteers but we urge them to not use any pictures. We try to get people to understand through shared experiences, if I can say it like that”, you thought about an example, “like say our volunteers are in LA looking for donations, because sometimes earthquakes occur in the LA area, we try to get them to sympathize with people who are less fortunate who have also been affected by earthquakes. I hope that kind of answers your question”, you looked at the man, who smiled and nodded.

“We don’t really have a solution for the poverty porn, but our NGO tries to use it as little as possible. This sector is really big on being ethical, but it doesn’t always reflect it’s own standards, sadly enough.”

Spencer gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as a way to thank you for answering his question. He was impressed by the way you were so well spoken in your field, but also admitted when something wasn’t up to standards or was still an unsolved problem. He watched as you thanked the audience for being there as the crowd applauded you.

You had a small closed-lipped smile on your face, quietly panicking because you didn’t know what to do now. A crew member came on stage to get the microphone and the spotlights were finally taken of your frame. You let out a deep breath and looked in the audience and mostly saw the retreating backs of people going to the exit.

There was one person coming towards the stage though - the guy who had asked the last question, the one with messy brown hair who was getting more handsome the closer he came to the stage.

You looked down at your feet when his voice made you look up again, “hey, um, sorry for disturbing you” he said, concerning flashing in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, I have no idea what to do now”, a nervous laugh left your mouth, “That was a great question by the way, can I help you with anything, mister…?”

“Reid, uh doctor Spencer Reid,” he nervously said, as he brushed his hair out of his face, “I-uh, I just wanted to thank you for this lecture. I wasn’t familiar with the field yet but I’m really keen to learn more about it now.”

“Okay Doctor Reid,” you tilted your head to get a better look at him, “thank you. It really means a lot. Not many people are genuinely interested in the behind the scenes, so yeah, thanks.”

Heat was already rising to your face as you kept eye contact with him.

You both didn’t really notice that you were just staring at each other, taking each other in and memorizing the other’s face.

“Um, I, I don’t want to be too forthcoming, but would you like to get a drink in the hotel bar? I’d love to tell you more about the sector?”, you said as you picked at your nail again, which Spencer noticed when he looked down at the ground after staring at your face for way too long. The freckles on your nose and cheeks were just too distracting. The colour of your eyes drew him in, little specks mixed in with the already beautiful colour.

Did you already feel some sort of connection? Even without knowing you were matched with him? Should he tell you about the match? Or would that be weird? Shit, should he just not have made contact with you already? What are you going to think when you see his name on the matching profile?

“Um Doctor Reid,” you waved your hand in front of his face, “sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I should go.” You were stumbling over your words like you were just learning how to talk. Get a grip on yourself y/n.

You were starting to turn away from him, embarrassed that you had just asked out this random man. You’d never done this before and now you knew why.

“No, no I would love to!” He exclaimed and his voice pitched a tone higher, “I’m actually staying in the hotel for the night. I’d love some company.”

“Oh great! Uhm, I just have to go grab my stuff from backstage, but I’ll meet you there?” Your eyes hopeful and your gaze fixed on his.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great! I’ll see you there!” He probably had a giddy smile on his face, a blush ever present on his cheeks when you were looking at him.

— —

When you had collected your bag, you had sent a quick message to Sian.

“Does love at first sight exist because if it doesnt then im just crazy i think”

“Girl what are you talking about? I thought you were just giving a presentation?”

“One of the attendees came up to me and we’re going to the bar!! Matching service who???”

“Please be careful. There’s way too many rando’s in this world”

He was already sitting at the bar when you’d arrived. He was looking at the bartender, but his leg was bouncing up and down at a rapid pace.

“Hi, doctor Reid, thanks for waiting,” you sat down on the stool next to him, his cologne invading your nostrils instantly. Your heart probably skipped a beat when you saw how he was looking at you, just with pure interest, which didn’t really happen a lot.

“That’s okay, I-uh, I didn’t know which drink you’d like, so I didn’t order yet, I’m sorry,” he said while looking down at his hands.

“Don’t apologize?” You questioned him, as you flagged the bartender, “a mojito and a…?”

“A beer,” he filled in the blank, pursing his lips.

“So, I do got to ask, why did you come to this event?” You said as the bartender placed the mojito in front of you, and taking a small sip.

Spencer’s heart probably skipped a beat. Oh yeah, I just came because I wanted to see you. I have this folder with all your personal information because apparently you’re my match. No, if he did something like that, he could forget all about you.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess I wanted to know more about acute crisis situations?”, you nodded, encouraging him to go on, “I work for the FBI and we deal a lot with smaller situations, and it’s really hard sometimes. So, it’s great to see that other people have the same struggles, but continue to do their job, even when situations get really shitty.”

You frowned your eyebrows in confusion, “wait an FBI agent? I didn’t know you needed a doctorate to qualify?”

“Well, I’m a profiler actually, for the behavioral analysis unit, so my knowledge of psychology, chemistry, engineering, philosophy and mathematics really comes in handy for most cases,” he took a sip of his beer, almost casually as your eyes widened.

“So you’re telling me, you, a guy with this much knowledge works for the FBI?”, your jaw was slacked as you looked at him, not even hiding how impressed you were, “you could probably work for major corporations and earn a boat load of money, and you chose this profession?”

This man that was sitting next to you, was leaving you with an impressed feeling the longer you talked to him. Even in the field you worked in, a lot of people were in it for the money and to then see him do this type of job, to help people?

“It’s just that, uh, I want to help people, and this is the best way I know how to help them,” he said as he studied your face for your reaction.

A small smile appeared on your face, which made him instantly happy. Most people didn’t understand why he chose to do this job, instead of working for big corporations and making big bucks.

“That’s an honourable way to live dr. Reid. Not many people have this integrity in this world.”

“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one,” he recited a quote he read once, getting a bit flustered that he was already quoting stuff in the first moments of meeting you. Well, at least he hadn’t started spouting random facts yet.

You took a sip from your cocktail, pondering about the quote, “I’m not really good with quotes I’m afraid,” scrunching your nose you guessed, “is this something Shakespearian?”

“Marcus Aurelius, actually.”

“Oof, that’s like not even in the ballpark,” flustered you dragged a hand over your face, “Hard core literature was always difficult to me.”

He shook his head vehemently, “no please, that was really niche. I just have an eidetic memory, so don’t worry,” he waved your concerns away, afraid of scaring you off. “The stuff you know about humanitarian aid is astonishing really.”

“It’s a passion turned into a job really, but thanks for the compliment.”

It was getting quite late already, most people getting a little too much to drink and getting rowdier by the second. Next to you, two guys were throwing back shots like they were water, and the table behind Spencer was doing some sort of drinking game, because three of the girls were singing along with the music, not getting the lyrics right at all.

Spencer was saying something to you, but you honestly didn’t understand a word he had said. The guys next to you were also starting to lean a little too close to you to be comfortable.

You leaned over and cupped you hand over his ear, “maybe we should take our drinks out by the pool?”

When Spencer had seen you leaner closer to him, everything stilled as he focused on your eyes that were getting prettier by the second. When you cupped your hand over his ear to say something, he felt your hot breath fan over his face and he felt a shiver going down his spine.

He swallowed hard as he listened to what you were saying, not really processing it as he felt his head nod.

You gave him a full smile as you stood up, saying something to the bartender about putting it on the tab and then beckoning him to follow you. He followed you out of the bar and into the garden of the hotel. Your perfume was invading his nostrils and the way your hair blowed in the wind made him do a double take.

“So, at least I can understand you now,” you sat down on a lounge chair, patting the spot next to you. “What were you saying back there?”

He sat down next to you, “um, I-I actually forgot.” He took a big gulp of his beer, not expecting to forget just about everything that was stored in this big ass brain of his.

You studied his face for a bit, looking at his sharp jawline, moving to his mess of curls that was styled just right and his brown eyes that were looking straight at you.

You got flustered immediately, opening your mouth to say something, as Spencer’s phone went off. You pressed the cold glass against your cheeks trying to get out of this daze that had you in its grip ever since you sat down at the bar.

He dug around in his pocket, biting on his lip, to get out this goddamn annoying piece of technology as he saw Penelope’s name on the screen.

This was his moment to get out of here. Even though he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with you, just sitting here at the pool and talking, he couldn't risk getting more involved with you. The more time he spent with you, the worse he felt about everything he had done to even get here. This was honestly stuff that could get you a restraining order - at best!

“Hello?”

“Reid! No worries, we don’t have a case, but I’m just letting you know that I’m throwing a small party for-“

“Yeah alright Penelope, I’ll get to the office as soon as possible!”

“Uh, Reid what? What’s happ-“

He ended the call, standing up a little too quickly, his head spinning a bit.

“Oh, uh, do you need to go?” You questioned as you got up as well, giving him a confused look.

“Yeah, we got a case, so I need to go,” he wrung his hands together, eyes wide and looking everywhere but your face.

“Yeah, yeah sure. I should probably go up as well, need to leave early in the morning so-,” you said with a dejected look on your face.

“I mean, I’ll walk with you to the elevator,” he offered when he noticed your look. He felt a bit bad with just leaving you, but he really couldn’t stay here with you looking at him like you never saw a more marvelous person sitting before you. If he stayed with you he probably would grab your face between his hands and kiss you with as much passion as he could.

You nodded, as you started walking towards the elevator. Spencer put his hands in his pockets, following you closely.

You pressed the button to call the elevator and waited patiently, staring at the numbers that were going down way too slowly. Jesus, what had gotten into you tonight? Asking out a random man, getting a drink with him and just staring at him? Why did you feel so miserable when you heard him end the call?

At the same time when you were experiencing this inner turmoil, Spencer was thinking about what he should do.

The elevator doors opened and a couple stumbled out, almost knocking you over. Spencer grabbed your arm to steady you. The warm grip on your upper arm gave you a tingly feeling all over your body and you held your breath for a second before muttering a small thank you, feeling a little flustered as you felt your cheeks warm up.

He pursed his lips, but didn’t make any move to let you go. When you peered up at him, the ding of the elevator signaling it would close, you finally said something.

“You can let go now dr. Reid,” chuckling lightly as he slowly unwrapped his fingers from your arm. Your arm felt instantly cold, and you caught yourself wishing he would keep holding you in some way or another. He flushed immediately, the harsh light in the elevator highlighting the red blush on his cheeks.

“What floor are you on?” Your fingers were hovering over the buttons.

He cleared his throat, but his voice was still a bit hoarse, “um, 18th floor.”

You nodded and pressed the 16th and 18th floor, rolling your lips together and staring at the floor.

Fuck, what should I do now? You thought as you spied on him in the mirror of the elevator. He was toying with ends of the purple scarf he was wearing.

You’d probably never see this guy again. You knew his name and that he worked for the FBI, but that was about it. You could probably call the main office, but for what reason? Oh yeah, your agent, the one with perfectly messy brown hair and eyes that were sparkling every time you gazed into them? Yeah I asked him out but forget to ask for his number, so could you give it to me?

The elevator was already at floor 14, when you finally spoke up, “I’d love to see you again, dr. Reid. You know, for uh- like work reasons?”

You cringed internally at what you said, but it was something at least. He peered over at you and then dug around in his pant pocket, getting out a battered brown wallet. The look on his face was one you couldn’t decipher, but Spencer knew exactly what he was feeling.

Even though he felt so conflicted, he couldn't stay away from you. You were his goddamn soulmate, for fuck's sake, of course he wants to stay in touch with you. Even when you found everything out - when, because it is bound to happen anyway - he at least got to spend some time with you, and some time was better than none.

He stretched out his hand, a business card between his fingers, “you know, for like work reasons.” A mischievous look in his eyes.

You let out a laugh and dug around in your own bag, getting out a pen and a used metro card as scrap paper, you wrote down your digits and gave it to him. “For business reasons, but you can also call after office hours.”

The elevator dinged again and you stepped past him, your hand brushing his and the tingly feeling was there again.

You got out of the elevator, said a soft goodbye and twirled his business card in your fingers, and he felt his heart lurch. When you then turned around to give him one last look with a curious glint in your eyes, head tilting slightly to the side before the elevator doors closed, he knew he was falling in love with you.

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[dolokhoded]

TWO!!! THINGS !!!!! maybe three ill see as i go

1. im currently reading war and peace and i am Enjoing it and i love your blog you seem like a cool person with whom id enjoy being friends

2. for the chARACTER GAME if you're still doing that could you please do either andrej because i despise him (affectionate) or denisov because i love him ??

i hope you have the most beautiful day keep on being Cool and Amazing

also last thing as an aroace i LOVE your headcanons and i want to say that andrej is aroace as well methinks

farewELLLLL

1) that is so sweet of u ty you also seem real cool !!!!!!

(also aroace andrei methinks yes.........)

2) I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I HAVE SO MUCH IN MY HEAD ABOUT THEM LETS FUCKING GOOOOO ok let's do BOTH also this prob has 534967569 typos because i didn't spellcheck it because im lazy

andrei

Sexuality Headcanon: oh i never thought of it actually? i mean i ship him with women and men so def not straight lol. bi? bi. bi. on the aro spectrum definitely but not strictly aromantic.

Gender Headcanon: idk probably like,,, man. he seems like man. cis or trans idc he is man.

A ship I have with said character: andrasha his one redeeming trait (always keeping in mind i have mentally aged most women in the book by five years and aged down most men by five years) and then andrierre,,,,,, g ar b a g e. i love them.

A BROTP I have with said character: i guess i can say pierre although they were very clearly gay,,,, his relationship with marya is something i'd like to see more i like sibling dynamics and i got really hyped whenever they had like a Sibling Moment.

A NOTP I have with said character: andrei/lise i suppose, he just treated her like shit and she deserved better

A random headcanon: very touch starved. extremely so. will not initiate any physical contact himself because y'know he is Strong and Manly and thinks we're all stupid and worthless but if you touch his hair he will literally be at your mercy.

General Opinion over said character: bastard man fuckin IDIOT literally did not deserve a single good thing that happened to him. but also he's just like me fr. also i like to talk about this, but andrei was DEFINITELY a character written to die. from the moment he appeared in the story i was like yeah this bitch is dying. i genuinely think that he wouldn't be as good (and good i mean like well structured) of a character if he had lived. and then i also have a LOT to say about how SHIT his death was written but,,, anyways !

denisov

Sexuality Headcanon: idk. def likes men. maybe women too? definitely fruity that he never got married. idk i'm not good at,, labelling people as you may have noticed.

Gender Headcanon: NONBINARY VASKA DENISOV HAVE I NOT TALKED ENOUGH ABOUT THIS???? DO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT MORE BECAUSE I WILL !!!!!!!!

A ship I have with said character: denisov/nikolai,,,, denisov/nikolai. there is a bit of a power imbalance at the start i'm not gonna lie to you but i feel like it,, kind of evens out throughout the story.

A BROTP I have with said character: once again the denisov/dolokhov/nikolai friendship is a real fun one. denisov as petya's cool mentor was rlly cute as well "where WERE you i've been worried SICK omg petya". he's so funny.

A NOTP I have with said character: denisov/natasha i guess idk

A random headcanon: denisov definitely knows music. i don't know what he plays but he plays something. also a sad one lol, AND BOOK SPOILERS BC YOU MENTIONED YOU'RE CURRENTLY READING THE BOOK AND IDK WHERE YOU ARE EXACTLY THAT'S A PRETTY BIG SPOILER, when petya died he avoided nikolai and the rostovs for so long because he just felt so guilty that he couldn't keep him safe. at some point he found himself in the same place as nikolai and that's when it becamse really clear that he was avoiding him and nikolai was like ayo what the fuck, and they had a nice talk about it, and eventually it all went well.

General Opinion over said character: he is my FAVORITE he is the BEST i love him,,, so so much. such a good little guy.

#asks #andrei bolkonsky #vaska denisov #war and peace

[hoes4hoseok]

what was your first impression of your moots?

no one has ever sent me something anonymously wow thanks 👁️👄👁️ (also this gets off-topic and turns into a love distribution fest later so...)

if I'm being honest, i had already started a mf thanksgiving post but scrapped it bc I thought I could combine these two. I started writing this MID-NOVEMBER.

disclaimer: i didn't do every single one of my moots, bit I've been writing this for over a month so cut me some slack.

ALSO I have a ton of typos and switch between 1st and 2nd person multiple times so please excuse the terrible writing😭

&& before I begin, I'd like to thank everyone who was patient and caring while I was gone. it means a lot. I love you all, and happy holidays (and new year at this point💀) to everyone who celebrates!

okay! here we go:

@hanniiesuckle17 -> okay so I started by low-key binging her stray kids works and then was like '🤩 I have to comment, this is too good'. so I did, and she was like...the sweetest? fr I was so happy because I had never interacted here and was super awk. I truly appreciate how kind she was to me when I was still new to tumblr; it made me confident enough to interact with people more and I can't thank her enough for it 🥺💘

@hyukaite -> kat! AHHH I remember following you bc I saw one of your blue hour concept photo (?) edits and was like "🤩 I want more". and then you asked if anyone wanted to play among us a couple of days later and I said HELL YES and joined && it was prob my best decision of october lmao <3 I remember thinking that you prob didn't wanna talk to me though so 🙈. thank you for being so fun and always making me laugh w your clapped instagram reels! you're active so often and I love talking to you about the most random shit (even when we were faking 99% of what we were saying DNFJFKFKFK resin)

@unlocktxt -> I'mma start w how much I admire you bc...well, I REALLY DO—you're so carefree (when appropriate ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ) and on the first day we made au moas I remember feeling 1000% more comfortable after listening and watching you jam out to everlasting shine hehe. (I also rlly appreciate (and admire) that you're always the quickest to realize when someone feels uncomfortable and checking in when you can🥺)

@strykiss -> our friendship had a very ✨unique✨ start but hERE WE ARE. I literally just thought you were young. like. you radiated pure positive ((& baby)) vibes. OKAY in all seriousness, you bring positive energy w you wherever you go and I love that for you ( ◜‿◝ )♡. it makes me so happy when you start saying what ever amie-talk there is for the day, even when I'm just reading your conversations in our group. again, you're a constant energizer whether you're trying to playing some new game w kat and lexi or if you're just talking like you usually do. this felt super repetitive but I hope it gets the point across—ly amie!

@missskzbiased -> my mbti pal! I was surprised that someone actually wanted to talk to me DNFIFJFJ but I'm soooo glad we did. thank you for tagging me in tag games (&& not getting annoyed when I tag you in everything dncjfjcj) and being one of my first friends here🥰you're super sweet and I love interacting w you a lot🥺

@kkuming -> GIGI—well, there were a few things that I remember thinking upon meeting you, one of them being that you and kat were deadass soulmates😌like no joke you two got along so well so....anyways, you were also very sweet but I felt like your "I don't swear thing" was an act at the time LMAO

@yawnjunie -> blu! the mastermind who sensed my seokmin energy (still got no idea how you did it but 🧠). okay when we first started talking i thought you were hella smart for your age—at least, that's what I got from that first stats exchange lmao (you weren't very active back then either🗿 [december piper is cringing bc she's much worse] but ily anyways:D💕)

@softbbyg0rl -> YOU WERE ALWAYS SO SWEET (♡ω♡ ) ~♪ LIKE IDK I JUST REALLY LIKED YOU. you also had sick makeup and art skills and I always have thought that you're really pretty<3 also, I'm glad we started talking again recently and I hope we continue💘

#piper things #moots #lexi 🍓 #amie ❤️