#link is a certified idiot

[seeingivy]

befriend your landlord 

roommate eren x f!reader

you and eren reconcile after meeting your eccentric landlord

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content: drinking, certified nut job landlord kenny ackerman, mentions of thanksgiving and fascism, mentions of a little meow meow 

an: I do not subscribe to canon lonely levi he actually just has a very alive mother and a weirdo freak uncle bc I said so. buckle in girlfriends!!! (and boyfriends and all the friends) also this chapter is based on a very real thing that happened to one of my friends in college I just think its funny...also ive evolved from calling this a mini-series cuz I plotted way too much and now cuz we gotta build the trust yk they are VERY MUCH IDIOTS IN LOVE

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“So we can’t drive because…” 

“He likes to drink. Like, an insane amount.” 

“What does that have to do with us?” 

You and Eren were currently swinging your feet on the green bench, the train station bustling in front of you. The two of you were riding into the city to meet with your landlord today. Kenny Ackerman. You were officially being added to the lease. But apparently, it was a bigger ordeal than just signing the papers. 

You’d thought against it originally. Signing a very legal, very binding agreement to live with Eren, to stay with him for the foreseeable future. It didn’t seem like the best idea, given how the two of you were as of late. Awkward, distant, aimless. 

If you had things your way, you would have been moving out, you would have never even been his roommate in the first place. You had even tried apartment hunting again, just to get away from Eren. For good. 

The second you tried, you immediately remembered the reason you had to live with Eren in the first place. The options were hardly to die over. Hole in the wall, bathtub for a bed, your old physics professor.

You were stuck with Eren, whether you liked it or not. And that meant you had to go, convince Kenny Ackerman you were ‘worthy of living in the apartment’ (Eren’s words, not yours), and then sign the lease. 

Eren had been coaching you for a better part of the morning, this conversation being the longest the two of you had talked in the past few weeks. 

Some part of talking to him was becoming easier. The two of you weren’t exactly having the conversations you had before, but it was civil. Nice even. It was the only reason you were able to stomach this entire thing.

“I would never drive you home drunk, Y/N.” 

“I could have driven us home.” 

“Trust me. He can be very convincing.” 

Eren had been coaching you on everything you needed to know about Kenny. Don’t call him Mr. Ackerman, he will hate you. If Kuchel, his sister, is there then make sure that you call her Mrs. Ackerman. Don’t call her Kuchel until she tells you to call her Kuchel. The sooner she says that, the better. Make sure to drink anything he offers you, the pink lemonade smells bad but it’s not too horrible. If his nephew is there, don’t make eye contact unless he makes it with you first. 

He was somehow more nervous introducing you to his landlord (and his landlord’s family??) than introducing you to his own parents. Granted, they kind of put a pin in that entire thing, but he seemed way more at ease then than he did right now. 

You can see the timer on the screen, signaling that the next train would be here in less than a minute. You nudge his shoulder and the two of you jump off the bench, hesitantly linking arms as you push through the crowd in front of you.

The second the doors slide open, everyone pushes forward, very quickly sliding into every available seat on the train. This left you and Eren to share a single pole to hold onto as the train started moving. You secure your knuckles right under his, the two of you standing in silence, less than a foot away from each other. He leans down, his face even closer than it was before and he whispers into your ear. 

“Brace your feet.” 

“I know how to stand on a train, Eren.” 

He doesn’t respond right away and you turn to find him looking down at the ground, avoiding meeting your gaze. You were just kidding. But then again, you did yell at him last week, so how is he supposed to know the difference? 

“Six stops. Then we’ll get off.” 

You nod, bracing your feet against the ground as the train starts moving. The train is stuffy, warm, and way over capacity. You can smell the girl standing directly next to you’s perfume, the prune smell so strong it was making your head spin. But worse than the smell was the heat, the congregation of people making the air congested, your hair sticking to the back of your neck from the sweat. 

The two of you are pressed against each other, standing awkwardly. In silence. You did that a lot lately. This thing between the two of you was…delicate. You’re not sure what it is but the usual comfort, ease that you and Eren had was all but eliminated, left with this quietness. If you made a joke, it was lost to him entirely. If he said something that caught you off guard, you usually avoided responding by leaving the room. You had shouted at him and he made fun of you, so that didn’t leave much room for comfort. 

The train quickly lurches, slowing down all of a sudden. You quickly lose your footing, stumbling in the air as the train stops completely. Before you can fall, Eren secures his hand against your waist, stabilizing you in the air as the train comes to a full stop. You watch a few people get off the train and switch with those getting on, your breath still shaky from losing your balance. 

You feel him lean down, his head directly next to yours as he whispers in your ear, again. His hand is still secured around your waist, holding you steady. Even though the train wasn’t moving. 

“So when I said brace your feet, I basically meant-” 

“Shut up, Eren.” 

“We should get a leash for the ride back. Lock you up real nice so you won’t move.” 

“Perfect! We can use after too, when I have to drag your drunk ass home.” 

The two of you are laughing, readjusting yourself against the pole as the train starts again. His hands are still holding you steady and you can feel your cheeks flushing pink. From the heat. Obviously. 

There’s always moments like this - ones where it feels like nothing’s changed at all. You try not to think too hard about them. They’ve always gotten you in trouble. 

He tightens his grip on your waist every time the train lurches and stops, for all five of the stops. You avoid the pounding in your chest, which only stops when you both hop off the train at the end of the line. 

As you wait for Eren to pay for the return tickets, you spot a tiny black kitten, just at the end of the sidewalk. You immediately run down, nuzzling the tiny little cat as you pet it. As you breathe in the air, you immediately sneeze twice, your eyes watery from the sensation. You immediately hear the sound of a camera clicking, to find Eren standing over you, his phone in hand. 

“What was that for?” 

“Two kitties!”

“Ew.” 

He holds his hand out, pulling you up as the two of you walk down the block to Kenny’s apartment. Your hands are at your side, lightly brushing against Eren’s every time he leans over, making room for the other people on the sidewalk. The sun is setting on top of the buildings, the air slightly chilled. The two of you stop, standing directly on Kenny’s porch. He glances over, giving you one last look. 

“Why are you so nervous, Eren?” 

“He can be really weird. And he’s going to grill you. Just- we have to bear with him to keep the rent the way it is and live together so, just don’t blow it, okay?” 

“I really appreciate your vote of confidence, Eren. Your faith in me is rejuvenating” 

“That’s- shut up, you know that’s not what I meant.” 

The two of you give each other a smile, as Eren turns to the side and knocks on the door. 

“Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” you whisper. 

“His doorbell is La Cucaracha.” he responds. 

The door swings open and you’re greeted with three faces staring down at you - identical sets of jet black hair and gray eyes glistening in the lamplight of the street. At the sight of you, their faces all visibly droop, as they all welcome you in. 

“He looks too young for you, Levi. And he brought a pretty girl.” 

“Those are the tenants, Mom. Not Erwin.” 

The two of them shuffle down the hall, pushing past into the room. 

“Kenny Ackerman. You must be Eren’s new roommate.” 

“Yes, that’s me. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

You hold your hand out, him nearly jostling your entire body as he shakes your hand. He idles down the hallway to where the other two had gone, leaving you and Eren in the walkway. You whisper to Eren as the two of you hang your coats on the rack. 

“They hate me already.” 

“That’s not true. Kuchel called you pretty.” 

You roll your eyes, the two of you awkwardly shuffling into the living room, where the three of them were sitting across from you. It’s only then that you can get a better look at them and realize that you know one of them. Levi. Your old physics professor. The one who you cried to about not having a roommate that took pity on you and let you sleep in his house. 

“Hi Professor Levi. It’s been a while.” 

“I see you’ve found a roommate. I can’t believe you found a place to live in one week.” 

“I thought you said the two of you had been living together for a few months, Eren.” 

“We have, Kenny.”

“Ah, right. I was just looking around at other apartments for the past week just to see if anything popped up on the market. And they didn’t. So I’m here.” 

Eren ducks his head down, the expression on his face dark. He whispers into your ear as the three of them start chattering, still discussing Erwin. 

“What? You want to move out?” 

“No, no. I was just looking. It must be awkward for you to live with a girl who isn’t your girlfriend, you know?” 

He leans over, his eyes teetering between annoyed and irritated. 

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” 

The doorbell rings, throwing you and Eren out of the conversation you were having. You watch the three of them jump up and rush to the door, fixing their hair and their clothes as they make it to the door. You and Eren stand up, peeking your heads down the hallway as you watch the three of them greet Erwin. Your old political science professor. 

First Levi now Erwin too? You can feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment, remembering that you had actually cried to the two of them twice - the first time to Levi when you were jumping houses and he agreed to let you stay with them and a second time when Erwin offered you an extra pillow before you went to sleep. 

“Hello. I’m Erwin Smith.” 

“Eren Yeager. This is my roommate, Y/N.” 

“Ah, Y/N. How are you? You figured out your living situation fast!” 

You don’t miss Eren glaring daggers at you out of the corner of your eye as you give Levi and Erwin an awkward smile, shaking your sweaty palms against their hands.

“Okay kid. You and Kuchel should go fix the dinner with Erwin in the kitchen. I have to talk to these two here.”  

Why are you and Eren here the first time Levi’s family is meeting his long term boyfriend? 

You look over to Eren whose irritation has very quickly been replaced with nervousness. Kenny is staring the two of you down, the two of you squished together on his very tiny couch. 

“So. You go to Shiganshina?” 

You feel your voice tangle in your throat, suddenly intimidated by Kenny staring you down. You can hear Eren’s voice echoing in your head, his angry look seared in your mind, your voice not coming out. He’s going to grill you. Don’t blow it. 

“Yes. She’s an Applied Kinesiology major. She’s very smart.” 

You look over, silently thanking the gods that Eren answered for you. 

“Can you pay rent?” 

“She has been, for the past two months.” 

He nods, leaning over the table as he stares you down. 

“I’ll give you a situation. Respond accordingly.” 

You nod, clenching your hands into little fists against the couch. 

“You just got off of work. You’re really tired but you have to stop by the store to get groceries. You’ve purchased them all. What do you do after?” 

You look over at Eren, giving him a weary stare. What the fuck kind of question is that? Is there even a right answer to this? 

“Well, I would leave the store. And take my cart, if I had one, to my car. I’d probably put my stuff away, return the cart, and then just drive home, put everything in the fridge and the cabinets.” 

He nods, taking in your answer as he leans back in his chair. “Do you like Eren?” 

“What?” 

“As a roommate.” 

“Oh. Right. Yeah, he’s great.” 

“Why did you start rooming with him?” 

You can’t lie. It seems wrong to tell him that your old roommates chose not to room with you for the next year - he was sure to not think you were a good fit if you said that. But if he found out you were lying, it would be even worse. 

“Well you see, she-”

“I asked her, Eren.” 

You feel him move his knee, pressing his against yours as his fingers curl around your hand. You feel him squeeze your hand twice, his green eyes warm as he looks at you. Right. You can do this. 

“I used to live with a few of my friends last year. I didn’t really know, but they had picked other arrangements without telling me, so I was left without a roommate for around a week. Eren was nice enough to offer me the empty spot in his room so I didn’t have to jump around from my friends' places every night.” 

He stares the two of you down. You’re rubbing circles into the back of Eren’s hand, the two of you holding your breaths as you wait for his response. 

“Sucks. Kids are bitches.” 

You both squeeze, trying your best not to smile. 

“Yeah.” 

“If you kids start dating, you can't be loud at night. You’ll piss off the neighbors. You can sign the lease after dinner. You passed.” 

He gets up off the couch, his distinct smoke smell leaving the room with him. You turn to Eren, the two of you smiling at each other as you lift your hands to high five. Eren holds your hand in the air, shaking your hand excitedly. 

“You passed, kitty.” 

“Where are we right now? Do you smell that? How does it smell like smoke and laundry at the same time? And what the fuck kind of question was that? I thought I was going to vomit. ” 

“Weird guy. Nice rent rates, though.”

“And Levi. He’s my physics professor. I literally had a crush on him. And his boyfriend, he was my political science professor too. I even stayed over at their house once. This is about to be super weird.” 

“Why did you stay at their house?” 

“I didn’t have a place to stay! This was before you offered, when I was jumping houses.”

“Were they loud at night?” 

“Ew. Don’t put that thought in my head. I’m going to vomit.” 

“Save it for later.” 

“As if. I can hold my drink. Trust me.” 

 - 

You and Eren are seated directly across from Levi and Erwin at the dinner table, Kuchel and Kenny taking the heads of the tables at the ends. A large part of this feels like you and Eren are intruding on a very special moment, but you ignore that and dig into the food. 

Right. For some reason, Kenny picked Thanksgiving food for the menu. In the middle of September. Like full on turkey dinner, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce. 

“So, do you like Thanksgiving, Kenny?” 

“I hate fascism, Y/N. No, I do not like Thanksgiving.” 

You look over at Eren, trying your best to contain your laughter, as Kenny goes on, rambling about something you’re not quite sure about. Everything Eren said was slowly starting to fall into place - you really can’t turn down drinks from the guy. He’d already made you try three different drinks he made and you had only been here for an hour. And the pink lemonade was actually disgusting, Eren’s just a liar. 

Kuchel turns to the two of you, flashing you both a big smile.

“Say Eren. You never told us you got a pretty girlfriend.” 

You and Eren both choke on your food, clearing your throats. 

“Ah. I’m not Eren’s girlfriend. We just live together. Friends.” 

“Uh huh. Right. What a shame. You two are so sweet together. Sharing your sweet little smiles, playing footsie under the table.” 

You immediately drag your foot off of Eren’s under the table, embarrassed that she had caught that. Every time Levi rolled his eyes, Eren tapped your foot to get your attention, the two of you trying not to laugh. It’s not your fault that rolling his eyes is basically like blinking to Levi. 

“Ma. Leave them alone, yeah? They’re just kids, they don’t know what they feel.” 

“I have to agree with Lee’ here, Mrs. Ackerman. Surely, they just haven’t reached that stage yet.” 

“You call Levi Lee’, Erwin? That’s so sweet. Oh you two are just perfect and I-” 

The four of you five of you watch Kuchel burst into tears, taking turns pressing kisses to everyone's cheeks at the table. You and Eren included. When she sits down, Eren leans over, whispering in your ear. 

“She’s like Annie on hour five of being drunk.” 

“More like hour one.” 

You both laugh, silently eating your food as you watch them interact with each other again. Some parts of it feel like a reality tv show. Kenny’s is downright ridiculous - he’s been hurling out whatever comes to his mind. He told Eren that he seemed like the type to commit genocide in another life and then told Erwin that he would be a corrupt military man. 

Kuchel is sweet. Almost two sweet. She spent a large majority of the night crying, telling baby stories about Levi when he was a kid. You don’t miss the way Levi’s ears turn red when she confesses that Levi used to be scared of the toilet when he was younger. 

Best of all are Levi and Erwin. You don’t miss the glances between them - the silent communication they had going on at the table. It’s like the rest of you weren’t even here. That’s where you think Eren got the idea, the tapping on the feet. A signal that you were going to talk laugh about it later. 

- 

Eight drinks in and Kenny is blasting music, doing a solo interpretive dance to Etta James. You and Levi are in one corner with Kuchel, Erwin, and Eren in the other. 

“I can’t believe this guy is your uncle. Did you ever do a DNA test?” 

“Hundreds.”

You turn your neck to find Levi, staring across Erwin on the other side of the room. You follow his gaze, watching Kuchel pinch Eren’s cheeks and Erwin laugh at the two of them. 

“What’s your deal?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“With Eren. You like him right?” 

You look down into your cup, the opaque liquid staring back at you. Erwin had made you a fruity drink, to which Kenny responded “everything about this guy is fruity!” 

“Yeah.” 

“He doesn’t like you back?” 

“No.” 

“I didn’t like Erwin at first. He was too much - pretentious, arrogant, irrational at times.” 

“But?” 

“But, he was my best friend. At some point, all the love and admiration I had for him just became something more. Like, yeah, he was my favorite person to be around but then I wanted to be around him all the time. Tell him the good things, the bad things. Share something with him, anything, everything. I…I didn’t hate myself when I was with him.” 

You smile, squeezing Levi’s shoulder in your hands. 

“That’s sweet, Levi. I’m happy for you.” 

He gives you a small smile, turning his neck back to look at them across the hall. 

“Be his friend. Maybe he’ll come around.” 

 - 

Six drinks in and Eren is feeling buzzed. He was trying his best to pace himself, make sure he was sane enough to take you home at the end of the night. He could tell by the glazed look in your eyes that you were getting there, close to being fully plastered. 

He turns his neck, scanning for you around the room. You kept disappearing. But there you were, directly across from him, leaning against the wall from Levi. He meets your eyes and you give him a soft smile, accompanied with a tiny wave. His heart’s pounding. 

“Do you like her, Eren? Oh please say that you do.” 

Kuchel is squeezing his shoulders, her eyes lighting up in excitement. 

“Yeah. Maybe a little bit.” 

“Oh, oh, oh. You have to tell her. Don’t let her get away now!” 

“Ah, I tried. She doesn’t like me.” 

He watches her face droop, Erwin shaking his head in the air. Both of their cheeks are flushed pink, the cups they were holding shaking in their hands. Surely the only people who were at least somewhat sober were you and Eren, which was saying a lot. 

“You know, Eren. I knew Levi was the one the moment I saw him.” 

“Really?” 

“I liked him so much, I wanted him around. In whatever sense that means. Even if he only wanted to be my friend.” 

“He didn’t want to be with you?”

“Oh no, he loathed me. Like full of hatred.” 

“And that didn’t…bother you?” 

“Maybe a little bit, but we became friends after that. And I just wanted him around. Whatever way he would have me. Even just being his friend, getting to see him everyday, that was enough for me.” 

Eren cranes his neck back over, where Kenny has his arms slung around you and Levi. He’s forcing the two of you to sign with him - Levi looking downright murderous while you flash Kenny a polite smile. 

“Just be her friend, Eren. Maybe she’ll come around like Levi did.” 

 - 

You can’t hold your drink. Obviously. But Eren knew that already. He had been watching you for a better part of the last hour, your inhibitions absent. Erwin had made you yet another fruit themed drink, which you were all too happy to down. The second he saw the glass hit your hand, he’d focused all of his best efforts in trying to sober up, calm the thrill running through his blood. 

You had made your way back over to him after some time, the two of you on the couch. You were leaning your head against his shoulder, your breaths heavy and uneven. At the sight of Kenny - who was now singing with Kuchel on the table - you suddenly perk up, your hands pressed against his shoulders as you lean over him. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm, peaches?” 

“I have a plan.” you whisper, your eyes somewhere between delirious and devious. 

“Uh huh. What’s that?” 

“You and I should sign the lease now. Then mail the letters. That way, we can leave and Kenny can’t get mad because we basically did him a favor. We’ll just tell Levi in case he asks.” you whisper, a smile spreading across your face. 

You’re drunk out of your mind. Not that Eren himself isn’t drunk either, he can certainly feel the buzz he was trying to will away living, but he’s not as gone as you. 

“Genius idea.” 

“I know right!” 

He was being sarcastic, but you had already jumped off the couch, to where Levi and Erwin were standing in the corner. He quickly follows, catching up to balance you as you stumble over to where the two of them were standing. 

“So. Levi. Right, hi Levi.” 

He’s mentally debating if he should stop you. You are very plastered and could potentially say something embarrassing. But there’s something so funny, so endearing about the determined little look on your face that he decides against it, letting you go on. 

“You’re a man.” 

He watches the confusion spread across Levi’s already strained face, his eyes flitting between you and Eren. 

“And you, Erwin, are a man too. You two are men.” 

“That’s correct, Y/N. You’re very perceptive.” 

Eren tries his best to conceal his laughter, as you go on, talking to the two of them. You’re definitely worse than Annie. 

“Marriage. It’s a thing, you know? And a man can do it. And a woman can too. And you are a man and he is a man and you can both do that. And we want to come to that. Like go to there.” 

How did you get from talking about the lease to marriage?

“Eren. What is she going on about?” 

“We’re going to sign the lease papers and mail them on our way out so we can leave. We have to be up early tomorrow and she literally cannot drink more. We were going to ask if you could let Kenny know tomorrow and tell him to be easy on us.” 

“You drive here?” 

“No. Train. We’ll be fine to get back, Levi. I got her.” 

He nods. Eren doesn’t miss the look Erwin and Levi give each other as the two of you lock hands, tip-toeing into Kenny’s office. Of course Erwin told him. 

The two of you quickly rush out, laughing as you run down the block before any of them notice. You slow down as you pass the corner, the two of you strolling the rest of the way down the block back to the train station. He can tell you’re winding down by the way you’re leaning against him, skipping steps. 

The train car is empty, this being the last train leaving the station. He settles the two of you into the seats at the front, getting in first. 

“Ren. Can I have the window?” 

He nods, wordlessly changing seats with you. This seat’s better anyways. You look out the window. And he can look at you. 

You lean over, your eyes drooping as you lean over. He’s not sure what it is, maybe Kenny’s rancid tequila is still running through his bloodstream, but he locks his hand with yours, pressing his fingers against the scar in between your knuckles. 

“I…miss you, Y/N. Being your friend.” 

He watches your expression drop, your eyes fluttering fully open. 

“You don’t think we’re friends?” 

“No! I mean, yes. I just didn’t realize you thought we were still friends. After everything that happened, the fight we had I just kind of- I don’t know.” 

You’re quiet for some time and he can see the gears moving in your head. Your eyes are now pinched shut, your forehead scrunched in concentration. Maybe this was the right time to say this. Hopefully, you don’t even remember tomorrow. 

“Are we in second grade, Ren? Do you really not think we’re friends?” 

Of course. The words he said to you, the day you were sick. 

“We are still friends. I just meant, it was different for the past few days. But today, this was…nice. I enjoyed it.” 

You smile in response, the two of you leaning your heads against the back of the seats, the only sound being the whirring of the train behind you. 

“Y/N. You wouldn’t really move out, would you?” 

“I was hoping you forgot about that. It’s my fault. I kind of…get in my head sometimes, I don’t know.”

“About?”  

“I thought you didn’t want me around. So I didn’t want to be around you. I thought you hated me or something.” 

“Y/N. Look at me.” 

His eyes are dark, the same way as when Levi mentioned you were looking for another roommate. 

“I could never hate you.” 

“I know, I just meant-” 

“No. You clearly don’t know.” 

You turn over to find an irritated look plastered on his face, his jaw clenched shut. You press your fingers against his shoulder, squeezing twice to get his attention. He flutters his eyes open, leaning down to look at you. 

“You’re special to me. I don’t understand what I did that made you think I would ever make fun of you or hate you. You...piss me off when you say stuff like-” 

He’s cut off by you placing your hand on his cheek, your eyes peering into his. 

“Sorry, Ren.’ 

“S’okay. I know why you do it. But just remember, I’m not your stupid old roommates or your lame ex-boyfriend or anyone who ever made you feel that way. You and I are-” 

“Friends.” 

Not what he quite had in mind, but he’ll take it.

“Yeah. You can tell me anything.” 

“Okay. You too.” 

He sees you smile, your eyes wafting shut against his shoulders. He can feel the pit in his stomach burning, the exact same way it did every time you did something. When you smiled at him, fixed his hair, got him coffee. God, he still loves you. 

“So Ren. Do you want to hang out after recess?” 

“Shut up. You’re so corny, kitty.” 

“Ew.” 

- 

The next morning, Eren makes you breakfast and you sing in the shower. Progress. 

- 

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The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

Summary:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.") Rating: Mature Word Count: 146,637 Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28864512/chapters/70806630

My Thoughts: A brilliant fic! It had the right amount of tension between Harry and Draco, making it hard to put down but not too much to be a stressful read. Much like the hot chocolate that often appeared in the story, The Ordeal of Being Known warmed my heart and soul. 

Painting: The Penitent Magdalen by Georges de La Tour

#HPMD #drarry fic #drarry recs #drarry fic recs #auror harry #healer draco #epilogue what epilogue #house elves #for Rab #2023 #week 31

[the-whumping-hour]

Day 1 - Helpless

@febuwhump day 1!!!

CW: Mean caretaker (who is caretaking against his will), said caretaker making whumpee cry, multiple mentions of drug abuse, one mention of broken glass, one mention of broken bones, little hints of classism and ableism, annoyance at whumpee's fidgeting. 

Notes: Top ten men who break the Hippocratic oath by being fucking losers. Happy Febuwhump Day 1!!!! As this challenge continues, I may link related stories together. For those who are new, welcome to the hellscape! 

***

They’re still awake. Of course they’re still awake.

And sure, Seiah may be a medic, clinically certified and all, but hell if it means he can’t be pissed off at Felic Fucking DiMaggio.

“You got percs?” That idiot, the little whiny rat quietly digging a hole into the sofa cushion, hadn’t talked in almost fifteen minutes, which Seiah had hoped meant they’d be falling back into half-sleep soon enough. No such luck.

“No,” he snaps, hazel eyes tinged with streaks of insomnia roll up at them over his laptop. “Forty minutes and you can have more meds. I’m trying to study.”

Back to silence. Or almost— he swear he can hear threads ripping with every quiet tap of Felic’s fingernails against the seam. Just because it’s an old couch doesn’t mean anything. Just because they’re a 'friend' doesn’t mean anything. 

“Do you need a stress ball or something?” He’s trying to be nice. He really is. 

“You got one?” They still sound seconds from crying, or maybe that’s just the city drawl, thick in the back of their nose like they’ll hack it up with a hairball. They sound sick, look sick, they always look sick. Sick when they’re tweaking in meetings and sick now, bits of glass and two fractures in their leg and still they’re acting like they’re using every little scheming wrinkle in their brain to act normal. Not normal; something worse. Someone competent, or well-off, or anything other than a leech tagging along with the Rift Guard to seem like a savior.

And they reek like burning plastic.

He digs through his desk drawer. “Best I’ve got is a box of paperclips.” It leaves his hand with a rattle, a tinny sound that makes Felic twitch their head with a grimace, as the box hits their leg and falls into the cushion divot. They seem to paw it like a cat. “I can check the bedroom, but I need Gabe to rest…” he trails off.

“Nah, ‘s fine, ‘s fine.” They’ve maneuvered into some other horribly contorted position, leg still dangling off the couch like something dead. He hopes they’re content. He swears, if they’re not… but no, now it’s back to his pediatrics assignment, back to… reading this same section, again, and...

Holy fucking shit.

They’re using the paperclips. To pick at the fucking couch.

“No. No, you know what? Screw this.” Maybe it’s that stupid ugly couch, or his own lack of sleep, or how disgustingly pitiful they look in an oversized hoodie and bandages down an entire pale, skinny leg. “Done studying. Not even gonna try. Is that what you wanted? You want my attention? Gonna keep me up another three fucking hours because your tummy hurts when I don’t let you take every pill in this city?”

Maybe he should’ve thought that through more. Maybe, but it’s too late. Sue him. If this bitch wakes up Gabe, if they disrupt the final second of peace anywhere in this world at all—

They’re crying. No, no, no.

Shit, they’re crying.

“Felic.” His whisper-yells get more frantic. “Felic. Felic. Felic, hey, no, Felic, I’m sorry, I didn’t, I’m just tired, we’re all tired, Felic please,” out of his chair and onto the ground in front of them, they’re shaking like a leaf, no sounds but little sob-hiccups as their hands twist and wring themselves in their sleeves. They really are some helpless little thing, a pigeon stuck in a storm drain. “Look at me, look, I’m not mad at you. I’m not mad at you. Calm down, calm down, just, I didn’t even do anything Felic, please just do this for me please…”

A knock at the door. Gabe.

“What’s going on?” His voice is rough with sleep, hair falling in curls over his eyes. And Seiah loves him, he loves him so much, but the look on his face when he sees Felic. As if they deserve it. As if the rat deserves any of this. “Did they have a nightmare?”

“They were never asleep at all, actually, which is—“

The glare Gabe gives him shuts him up quick.

“You need to give them space.” He motions Seiah away, impatient yet calm, locking eyes with the hairball having a breakdown on the couch. 

“No, listen, everything’s fine.”

“Clearly it’s not,” he retorts, still as calm as ever. “Go get some rest, Seiah, I’ve got this.” 

“We need to talk about this later.”

“Yes. Later. Shh,” he motions, and now he’s back to Felic, and it’s like Seiah isn’t here at all. Is this what his fucking job at the Rift Guard is? Keeping the rats on a leash?

Well, there’s no reason to stay here anyways. Seiah rises to his feet, computer abandoned, boyfriend preoccupied with a little bitch. 

Whatever. It’s not even a nice couch anyways.

He shuts the door. 

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #helpless #whump #whump challenge #original writing #mean caretaker #broken bones tw #bad caretaker #substance abuse tw #ableism tw #felic dimaggio #seiah lanelle #gabriel harano

[swampstew]

There are 700 of you hanging about my blog backyard and I thought it would be a good time to re-introduce myself

Hi! My name is Raven - I am utterly unhinged and violently obsessed with Eustass Kid. Also I am a witch. And a writer. A certified weirdo. I'm comfortable with myself and I hope you are too.

I am unapologetically queer, ethnic, and I do not tolerate bullying, bigoted or hateful behavior from anyone. This blog is a friendly and safe place for everyone except those who find joy in invalidating/erasing the existence of others. Fuck off transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists, terfs, and nazis.

If you're here for the vibes, I got you. If you're here for the silly or spicy writings, I got you too. After I got into One Piece last year, my brain fixated on my favorite punk idiot husband and thus began the many fantasies that would drive me to write multiple original fanfictions, and other silly writings with a colorful cast of characters.

You can find all my content, rules, and bio pinned to the top of my blog, and linked here. I hope you enjoy all the bedtime stories, daydreams, spicy stories, headcanons, fluff pieces and other chaotic posts I make or reblog. Requests are currently open but PLEASE read my rules before requesting - any asks not abiding by my boundaries will be deleted! Minors lurking on my blog/posts will be blocked.

#introducing myself #raven's rantings #swampstew stories #turn back time #what's the magic word #rowena's future vision #killercook #at first sight #eustass kid x oc #killer x oc #kid pirates #one piece fandom #one piece fanfiction #swampstew

[lizzieisright]

Hello! I'm Lizzie! I'm a certified hermit who doesn't post much and reappears like, 3 times a month (or 1 time in 3 months). Also I love writing.

I'm a non-native English speaker nor do I live in USA/Europe (I'm Russian), so things may sound strange/facts are not going to fact. (Actually if you notice it - tell me please, I like to learn and I don't like to sound like an idiot)

My social battery is always at 5% so I usually post and then disappear for some time to recharge. Asks are open as well as dms, but I don't always answer (except dms) because I have that thing when you need 3 business days to gain energy to answer.

If you want me to tag you DM me.

Hope you all are having a nice day! <3

Palestine: masterpost where you can find something you're able to do to help.

Masterlist (under the cut)

Some of my writing still exists on @whatwouldsylwrite, so some of the links will lead there.

hockey!abby x dancer!reader pt1 pt2 pt3 pt3.5 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt7.5 pt7.75 pt8 (end)

ellie being a little shit from hockey x dancer

hockey x dancer abby gets flowers

at least I got you in my head prologue (1) (2) (2.5) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8; end) (first time, MDNI)

moon peppers (1) (2) (3)

reader pole dance practice

Nipple Piercing Tragedy (smut, 18+, MDNI)

Notes for Abby: (FaTM lyrics) (Hozier lyrics)

Sine waves (based on Arctic Monkeys lyrics)

Capitan America!Abby hcs

Omegaverse stuff: alpha!abby: (1), (backstory), (giving alpha!abby boners), Fri(end)s, Fri(end)s (smut) omega!abby: (story) (breeding) (scenting)

Avengers AU (characters hcs) (Avengers movie rewritten)

trust exercises

childhood friends to lovers (ending)

I'm ready to suffer (and I'm ready to hope)

Stop the world (I wanna get off with you) (masc!reader x fem!Abby MDNI)

Let's fuck around and find out (sub!abby collection):

Heaven is here if you want it (18+, soft dom!reader x sub!abby, MDNI)

Brick by brick (18+, mean dom!reader x sub!abby, MDNI)

Tranquility (18+, dom!reader x sub!abby, MDNI)

She looks like fun (18+, dom!reader x sub!abby, MDNI)

pre-sub abby (MDNI)

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand (18+, power bottom!reader x subtop!abby, MDNI)

[grim-faux]

just being casual on discord talking about Little Nightmares stuff when heandcannons drop...

yeh. It really confounds me about "Monster Six", sense we're not given a lot of certified details on what made her turn into a monster. We can leap down all sorts of rabbit holes on the subject, and I've seen all sort of writers interpret the details differently - usually connecting Six to the music box in some way. But much like the children of the LN world, we the player are not given much insight to the world - we're idiots throwing deflated bals at portraits trying to figure out how to reach the next room. We react to the environment in a way that makes sense, same as the children do - overlooking game restrictions and such for the plot navigation. Here’s one interpretation I kind of like to roll with regarding the Tower and what it will ‘provide’ to the loyal denizens of the signal. I had to break this up because chonk….

The music box might've been a manifestation of Six's will, simply ‘thought’ into existence because the Tower will grant your wishes - for escapism. To keep its victims in order to feed on them, but the gifts are in the realm of attainable and very physically present. Breaking this lone tether to the place (the fantasy) awoke Six from the dream, and of course she was not happy -> This was alluded to by the devs regarding the Viewers and escapism. Each time the music box was hurt, the barriers and walls of the Tower warp as a result of Six's turmoil, trying to restore the sanctuary she constructed "for herself", and to remove the intruder assaulting her precious. Thus, it can be speculated that the Tower might link itself to its host subconscious, which would infer why linking to Mono after he is abandoned there, made the Tower so potent - it enabled it to harness his reality altering powers. But the Tower has linked itself to what is essentially a traumatized child, a child with no education, nor life experience, and a dubious 'upbringing'. No wonder the world stood no chance to this beast.

So no wonder the Tower created the "bare bones" paradise for these two kids. Neither had much knowledge in terms of what they SHOULD want as far as a 'shelter' goes. Simply being safe and having a few amenities - some toys, a music box... a concrete room with a chair. That's all these children of the apocalypse know. They cannot 'imagine' a room with a luxurious plush bed, let alone a home with colorful walls, furniture that isn’t decayed. The Tower in its infinite wisdom provides what the host wants, but is always limited to that comprehension.

#little nightmares #six #monster six #feral six #lil nightmares #the tower #little nightmares 2 #the viewers #escapism #the children are hungry and traumatized #they dont know what a home should look like let alone what a bed is used for #they are simple creatures - provide a suitcase and a toy and they good #why is there a door? maybe six hated four featureless walls cause that implies imprisonment #so a door was added to her enclosure for enrichment #it might be a weird nightmare prison but it still abides by the laws of a building with a door leading to some other room or hall

[1d1195]

Therapy I

This will be multiple parts--I’ve already written 5k+ words of literal FILTH because the mood struck as such. 

Warnings: some mentions of 18+ material; this is a stupid roommates trope because I’m obsessed.

He smiled at her shaking his head. He wanted to know what her deal was. She was acting like a girlfriend and Lord, was she good at it. He was willing to take her act, but he thought he would have enjoyed it for real as well. “You’re too good t’me, kitten,” he said giving her a peck on the cheek before he made his way to his bathroom; he had the right mind to take a cold shower, so he didn’t think unholy things about her.

*

Truly, she would be the death of him

The ad for a roommate popped up on her university’s alumni page. His profile was then linked to his occupational profile. CST, it read. She clicked the link. “No way,” she said reading the words attached to the abbreviation. Certified Sex Therapist. It seemed like a line he baited girls into getting them home with him, but she clicked on the link to the website with a reputable counseling service record. It wasn’t just sex therapy but other therapies as well. Maybe he can refer me to a therapist she thought with a smirk. She looked back at his profile picture. “That’s simply not fair,” she muttered to herself. He had curly brown hair that was coiffed to perfection. Green eyes that sparkled like the emeralds they surely were. And the dimples. Oh, those dimples were going to be the death of her.

“Well, that can’t possibly be legal,” she said to herself as she clicked on the profile. She was desperate for a roommate. But she wasn’t so desperate that she was willing to get her head chopped off like an idiot. But this was...there was no way it was legal for him to be a sex therapist looking that good. It wouldn’t be fair to any of his clients. How any right-minded woman could go to therapy with their significant other with Harry sitting before them was...laughable. There was no way. She was hardly sure she could manage being roommates with him. But again, she was desperate.

And she was strictly looking for a roommate. One that wouldn’t mind her excessive baking and would share household chores. One that would understand her flexible schedule and wouldn’t mind being friends if it worked out that way. She originally wanted a female roommate. But she had three female roommates in as many months and they were...she didn’t like to say it lightly, but they were crazy.

Hiiii! She typed. It seemed a little over the top and maybe she was, but she wanted to be honest. She was friendly when she needed to be and while she definitely understood roommate boundaries, she always dreamed of a fun little roommate story like she had seen in sitcoms growing up. Something like Friends or Will and Grace seemed like a rite of passage in her twenties. Right now, she was fresh out of college, embarking on her first real job in the city and needed a roommate in order to live in this apartment that wouldn’t break her bank. I’m very interested in being your roommate. I, myself, have very good references and in addition to the apartment itself, I come with my own waffle maker, a full Betty Crocker test kitchen cookbook, and delicious brunch recipes (my brunch sangrias are to die for). Again, maybe over the top. But she wanted him to like her.

She didn’t expect an answer right away, certainly not an incoming video chat. Blinking and surprising herself, she clicked accept. The screen pinged and centered on the smirking face from the profile picture she had just been ogling moments before. “M’very interested in this sangria,” he said with a chuckle. She smirked.

“Yeah?” She wondered. “Are you a white or a red kinda wine drinker?” She asked eyeing the pitcher on top of her fridge while she examined the selection of wines on the counter. She would make him anything he wanted. His voice was smooth and deep like chocolate. He sounded so sultry without even trying.

“Yes,” he chuckled.

She giggled in response. “I see, well my specialty is a white peach recipe; it also happens to be my favorite.”

“Understood,” he nodded. “Suppose it could be a toast to a new roommate?” He chuckled as he questioned her. “You’re the first reasonable one ‘ve gotten a notice for and I... well, I know s’forward, but I jumped when I received y’message obviously,” he shrugged. She felt like she was talking to an old friend. He had this air about him that made everything calm and lovely. “Would love t’be your roommate,” he said with a beautiful smile that ached every vein in her body. Oh, he was going to break her heart. She just knew it. She should have said no right then and there. It would save her in the long run.

“Would you like to see the place?” She asked. “I’ll send you the address.”

*

He was tall and lanky. But he seemed...firm and soft somehow. She showed him around the two-bedroom, and she was grateful to lead because for the one second she let him go in front of her when he entered the apartment, she desperately wanted to touch his back and trace the muscles she could see outlined by his t-shirt. He was cheerful and polite. He shook her hand when he entered, and he held open the doors and gestured for her to go first as she walked by him—even in her own apartment. It made her shiver.

She instantly wanted to be his best friend. “This is a steal,” he said looking around the apartment. He admired the wall hangings she put up. He ran his finger along the frame of one. He was in awe of the space and the price he would pay. She didn’t seem crazy, and he liked her already. “Y’can’t get anyone y’know?” He asked and his eyebrows pinched together in surprise.

She scuffed her foot along the floor shyly. “Most of my friends are in relationships...live with their significant others. I... I was in a relationship with m’degree...don’t have a lot of single friends to be roommates with,” she explained. He nodded easily.

“I get that,” he said shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked so cute. She couldn’t imagine telling him her deepest darkest secrets about her sex life. Not without it leading to sex... “I was in a relationship with my degree too,” he chuckled. “Ruined a lot of m’own relationships...M’closest friends are in a relationship, live with their girlfriends s’well.”

She nodded understandingly. It was tough out there these days. “Well, Harry, so long as you think you can stand me and my baking, I would love to have you,” she smiled. He grinned with relief.

“Thank you, this is amazing, kitten!” He said cheerily. He pulled her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek that left her stunned and speechless. “Sorry, m’very affectionate,” he said sheepishly and glanced at the floor, and she thought she might burst when she saw his cheeks turn pink as he shyly looked away from her. “M’gonna go start packing!” He said just as quickly and hastily left out the door. “Send me y’number!” He called over his shoulder.

She pressed a hand to her cheek. Oh yes, this boy would surely break her heart.

*

Harry made himself at home instantly. He had taken a whole week off to get settled. “How did you manage that? Didn’t you just graduate?” She asked as she helped carry in one of his boxes labeled “Kitchen.”

“No, kitten,” he shook his head. “I graduated last year,” he explained.

She smirked, tilting her head at him. “So, you’ve just been falsely posing on the alumni page for the wrong year?” She questioned.

“Kitten, I was so desperate fo’ a roommate, I was ready to be a dorm advisor,” he chuckled. “Posing as a different year was nothing,” he said easily with another shrug. “Built up some time over the last year,” he told her in explanation as to the paid time off. He wasn’t just starting out like she was. She was struggling with the box as she maneuvered around the other ones. Harry noted it almost immediately and snagged the box from her as if it didn’t weigh at least twenty pounds and grabbed her hip to steady her before she fell and hurt herself. “Y’okay, kitten?” He wondered settling the box at his feet. “Pull anything?” He asked in concern. It was genuine too, everything about Harry was genuine.

She shook her head. “No,” she said quietly trying not to read into everything Harry did. While he said he didn’t have a significant other in college, it didn’t mean he didn’t have one now. “Erm...thanks,” she said and then made her way back to his moving van to get the next box.

“Y’don’t have to help, y’know,” he said following behind her. “We...don’t have to be friends...if y’don’t want.”

She pouted, grateful her back was to him. She was hurt by the idea that they would never be friends and they had hardly even known each other a whole day in total. “Oh...um...”

“Not that I don’t want to be!” He hurried. “Y’seem really cool, kitten. The sangria was a really big selling point if m’being honest,” he chuckled. She spun on her heel which caused him to bump into her awkwardly. “Oof,” he grunted and grabbed her by the hip again to keep her from tumbling backwards. Once steadied, she smirked at him. Every time he touched her made her heart pound, but she liked him regardless of if she wanted to jump his bones. He was fun and sweet. He was a mess of a talker and accidentally insulted her at least once an hour. And he was easy on the eyes of course.

“I think I’ll like being your friend, Mr. Styles.” He smiled so beautifully it made her chest ache. Those dimples would surely be the death of her.

*

When he saw her profile picture, Harry knew he was done for. “She’s gonna break my heart,” he mumbled as he looked over her profile. He had only been in three serious relationships since he was in college. One freshman fling, one that lasted two years during his sophomore and junior years of school before she grew tired of his need to study. The other two-year stint only recently ending due to a misunderstanding on her part about what exclusive meant. Harry was sad, heartbroken, and quite bitter about not having a girlfriend and having to move out of the apartment he had grown accustomed to over the last year or so. He was upset to start over in his love life. He was in love with love, and he wanted to spoil someone he adored.

When he saw her face on that video chat he so bravely called for, he was nearly speechless. He managed to say something about sangria to break the ice so he could focus on not salivating over her cute smile. She was going to ruin him, but in the best of ways. He was sure of it.

They got into a routine before they knew it. It took less than a month of him living there. She hated doing dishes and Harry hated laundry. It was an even trade. Maybe more so on her part, because she didn’t have to suffer Harry seeing her underwear, but she was allowed to fold his boxers and it felt way too close for comfort. They shared just about all other chores. Except she insisted on vacuuming if Harry was going to take the trash out.

“S’jus’...You’re a...very pretty girl, kitten. Don’t want y’t’get into trouble late at night taking the trash out,” he said sheepishly and then rushed out the door before he could say anything else; before he could feel bad about his assumptions of wanting to keep her safe. Harry knew how he felt about her, but he could only imagine how others thought about and looked at her. She busied herself with another task before she could read into Harry. Before she could think about how he called her pretty. Before she could explain she used to take the trash out before he lived there...because maybe she wanted him to call her pretty.

*

Harry’s job had him out of the apartment from 7-5 on Monday through Thursday. They were very long days that left him feeling quite drained but were made better only since he got out early by working 8-12 on Fridays. (And she was sweet enough to have dinner for him on the days he worked so late). He worked close enough that he could even stop in for lunch most days. Which he did when she worked from home on Wednesdays in particular.

She worked in the financial office as an accountant for a big business in the city that Harry hardly understood the comings and goings because she barely understood what they did most of the time. She just knew how to account all their money and knew when to sound the alarm if something was amiss. All he knew is she wore cute business dresses and heels and looked like a Greek goddess. Calling her pretty was just the minimum of what he wanted to say when she looked so utterly beautiful. Even when she worked from home in leggings and a t-shirt, he thought she was just as beautiful if not more than when she was all dolled up. She was made to be a housewife in the most non-misogynistic way possible and he was utterly taken with her. And then, of course there was her sex-appeal.

He would be an idiot to say she wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. It took everything in Harry to not picture her moaning his name every time he saw her. Her lips made him wild. Whether she was smiling or sipping her coffee through the straw. Harry ached to be near her mouth. It was all he dreamed about these days. How she was single was a mystery. He knew she was busy with her degree but if he had known her in college...well there’s not much he wouldn’t do to be her guy.

“Hey kitten,” he said quietly as he entered the apartment. It was Friday. Which meant she was working from home again. He knew she usually napped on her lunch break on Fridays, but he didn’t understand the noise coming from the other room. “Kitten...” he sang hoping to announce his presence and not scare her.

But then he heard a moan. It was so distinct, it stopped him in his tracks. Did she have a guy over? When did she meet him? Was it someone from work? Harry was jealous instantly. He wanted to make her moan. It’s all he dreamed about. He listened for another moment, feeling completely intrusive before he decided to make more noise to show he was home. Quietly he made his way for the front door again and made a good effort to open and then slam it shut.

“Harry?” She called out.

Harry’s entire body shivered to hear her say his name after moaning the way she did. “Jus’ me, kitten,” he called back. She hurried from her room rubbing her eyes, she hardly looked flushed. At least he wasn’t good at pleasuring her. Harry thought to himself.

“You’re home early,” she said.

He smirked. “M’right on time,” he said glancing at the clock. Time must have snuck away from her. And it ate at his heart that it did.

She blushed. “Erm...I just meant...I was supposed to have lunch for you, and I don’t,” she said wrinkling her nose. “M’sorry.” He can feel the jealousy in his chest but it’s not his fault. He heard her moan and it’s going to be all he thinks about for the rest of his days. Certainly, all he thinks about tonight. “Good thing you did come home on time, I slept too long,” she yawned, and Harry realized she did look quite sleepy. The jealousy subsided but he was simultaneously riled at the thought of whatever she was dreaming about.

“S’okay, you can keep sleeping, kitten,” he chuckled. “I can make m’own lunch.”

“Yeah, but I’m home, seems unfair...”

He smiled at her shaking his head. He wanted to know what her deal was. She was acting like a girlfriend and Lord, was she good at it. He was willing to take her act, but he thought he would have enjoyed it for real as well. “You’re too good t’me, kitten,” he said giving her a peck on the cheek before he made his way to his bathroom; he had the right mind to take a cold shower, so he didn’t think unholy things about her.

*

They continued about their lives for the better part of a month. There was nothing too crazy to speak of like her moaning in her sleep. They went to work and came home. They hung out a bit but nothing more than a pair of roommates really. To be expected, she was settling into her new job, she didn’t go out much, but she had plans for the end of the month to spend a long weekend with her friends at the beach. Harry didn’t see his friends too often either. She was unknowing, but he had blown off many plans for Friday nights watching movies and reading books with his roommate.

“Would y’mind if I have some friends over?” Harry wondered. It had been too long, and they were starting to get suspicious. The only time they saw him was at the gym and on Sunday’s when they watched the game at the local pub. She was sitting on the couch reading her book listening to soft music. Looking utterly beautiful without even trying. Harry was obsessed with her.

“It’s your place too, Harry,” she giggled and set her book on the coffee table. “You don’t have to ask.”

But he did. “’Ve got to at least let y’know.”

“Thank you,” she said so sweetly. Her lips dripped with honey. “By all means. Do you want me to bake anything for you?”

His heart thudded violently against his ribcage. Oh, she was so good. Too good. He was a mess for her. “No, kitten. You’re too much,” he shook his head. “And I’ll do all the cleaning, y’aren’t t’lift a finger,” he said raising an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “Understand?” He asked.

She nodded but smirked at him impishly. “Please let me know if you need help though, and don’t worry about me, when I’m tired enough, I can sleep through anything,” she told him. “Seriously, pretend I’m not even here,” she said and rose from the couch and headed for her bedroom.

He did what she said. He pretended she wasn’t there, but that was a bit hard when she consumed all his thoughts. He was organizing the snacks and drinks for his friends and set up the football game Niall asked to watch during the gathering. He was just going to his room to change when he was halted at her room.

He nearly dropped to his knees then and there at the sight of her. She was laying twisted like a vine, half naked. Harry felt so intrusive to something and someone so vulnerable, but he figured it was better he saw her than his friends. Her door was half open, and it must have been the window billowing her curtains that pulled it open because she was out cold, sound asleep. He can’t imagine her leaving her door open for him to find her half naked. Her face was scrunched against one of the pillows, the corner of her book dangerously close to her eye. He didn’t know where to look because everything was on display. Her bum was round and pillowy looking. It begged for his hand to cup each cheek. Her underwear was nearly non-existent hooked at her hips but lost between the cheeky flesh he felt the desperate need to bite. Twisted the way she was, Harry seriously worried about her spine. But only for a moment because then his eyes roamed to her chest. She was only wearing a bra that had her breasts almost spilling out of it. He wanted to bury his face between her cleavage, and he thought he would die a happy man. There was so much of her delicious skin exposed, and he was only man. He had to get out of there fast.

Oh, it was so good he found her and not one of his friends. He stepped in her room quietly and grabbed the throw blanket at the end of her bed. He draped it over her because she did look chilly, and he would rather die than let her be uncomfortable. She sighed dreamily at the warmth. As sexy as she was half naked, Harry was smitten with the sigh that escaped her lips as she was completely covered by the blanket. He wanted to stroke her face, kiss her forehead. But instead, he turned to leave. Once his back was turned, she sighed again. “Harry,” she cooed. It was crystal clear. She caught him. But she sounded unsurprised. Nonetheless, Harry froze in place. He waited for her shock and embarrassment to take over. Her hatred of him.

It didn’t come. Curiously, he glanced over his shoulder and saw she had turned and snuggled deeper into her pillows and pulled the blanket around her shoulder and tucked it under her chin. She was still asleep. Harry was dizzy. His heart was warm, and his entire body tingled to know she was thinking of him while she slept. He had to get out of there. He closed her door with a soft click, making sure the doorknob’s latch was securely in place so that it wouldn’t blow open again.

Then it was back to the cold shower for him. His mind spinning with thoughts of his name on her lips and the body that would mar any thought of another woman for the rest of his life. Truly, she would be the death of him.

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[romaine2424]

Daily Blog June 27, 2023

Arg! I'd hoped to spend sometime planting the pretty flowers I bought yesterday but to my dismay I discovered an invasive weed was mixed in with my Shasta Daisies, which are just about to bloom. The kind of weed that attaches to your clothes and skin. Gloves came out and two hours later, I made a huge dent. Flowers tomorrow.

I had mentioned there were would be additional categories I'd throw into the mix and today I have one I've been anxious to get to. I'm going to call it Magical Elves. They are the people who help make fandom run. I mentioned @phoenixacid in an earlier post, who has been hosting @hd-fan-fair for ten years. This category will cover folks like her and that do even more...yes, even more...

What I'm reading:

On the Discord Drarry Fans Writers and Artists there is a channel for recs. I stole this one from there but then discovered I'd already read it. However, it was long enough ago that I don't remember all of the details. I think I read it when it first came out and before I hopped back into fandom in spring of 2021. The Ordeal of Being Known (146k) by @lou-isfake. I'm only on chapter 3 right now but I just love this Draco and his Oscar the Grouch house-slippers and his house-elf Timsy. The writing is so fresh and clever, I find myself smiling most of the time. Here's the summary, which I think gives you a flavor of the writing style I'm talking about:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Go read The Ordeal of Being Known on AO3.

Hit the Keep Reading!!!!!

Magical Elves:

The first person I want to highlight in this category is actually someone I've met in person at HP Cons and we've stayed in touch over the years in real life. *hugs darlin* You've probably seen @sassy-cissa's name as an author or maybe an email asking you about a fic for a fest but I'm betting most of you have no idea how much she's done for fandom for more than a decade and half, especially for Drarry fandom.

Let me list the ways in how awesome she is:

Current modding responsibilities:

25 Days of Draco and Harry (started in 2009) What 2009 ? Oh my! And do you know she reads each and every story posted for the fest and comments, too! HD Mpreg Fest – (started in 2011 – I've been modding since 2018) HD Fan Fair/Career Fair – co-modding since 2019)

Previous modding responsibilities:

Co-mod for H/D Erised from 2014 to 2018 Moderated the H/D Prophet from about 2016 to 2021

See that last one H/D Prophet. Take a look at the link just for a moment. Every Drarry WIP that was updated that week was listed, fests' status, drabble prompts, etc...Every single week. The prophet soon closed down after a few more months due to lack of participation (fandom had moved away from LJ).

Communities owned and/or Maintain:

On LJ: Slythindor100 and HarryDraco Mpreg On Tumblr: H/D Mpreg and Slythindor100

In addition, why yes there is more, Sassy writes, too, and beautifully! Sassy-Cissa (on AO3). Over 109 stories, mostly Drarry, some Hermione/Severus and a few Harry/Ginny...but as she put it....(but they usually end up divorced or Ginny dies). *snicker*

And she's on FanLore! And she also betas for some of the best.

So I know this is long but I just want folks to be aware of those working in the background, making our experience here in fandom enjoyable and filled with lovely content. They truly are magical elves. Sassy doesn't post much on Tumblr or on Discord but she does pop-in now and then. Next time you see her name, you'll now know who she is.

Tumblr Tidbit:

Did you know that you can edit the text below the Keep Reading line on your post and it will make the changes to all reblogs of your post. Edit above and sorry the reblogs will show the original. This comes in handy if you're making a Masterlist of works or something else that has lots of links or needs to be updated frequently.

Happy Tuesday and Sorry this was so late. My ancient computer decided to crash multiple times. Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #June 2023 #Magical Elves

[aejeonghae]

2023: A Year in Review

thank you for tagging me @piningintrovert (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Rules: Link your favorite and most popular post(s) of each month of the year and tag some CCs friends

january & february

nothing for these months _(:3 」∠)_

march

most popular: jaewon looking longing lust at jihyun (the eighth sense) incredibly wild of jaewon lol favorite: this hotae & donghee moment (unintentional love story) they had me in a choke hold from ep 1 honorable mention 1: ai looking respectfully at songkram (destiny seeker) ai was incredibly dehyrated sdjfksf honorable mention 2: thor thinnaphan as porsche (boss and a babe) just... a man so beautiful i cried honorable mention 3: ken & lue + reverence (chains of heart) what a moment

april

most popular: jaewon & jihyun + dating (the eighth sense) and we cheered for their happy ending favorite: hotae and donghee talk (unintentional love story) this was a really good scene ;; the dialogue, donghee's expressions... honorable mention 1: songkram and ai attacking the single community (destiny seeker) people in love are yucky disgusting honorable mention 2: saint paramee as jaab (step by step) he's just some guy with beautiful hair

may

most popular: the eighth sense + each ep it was my first time doing these movie-poster type edits so that was fun favorite: unintentional love story + ships/characters stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and tried to make these bright and colorful honorable mention 1: before & after coloring challenge it's neat to look back on these :3 honorable mention 2: souta &mahiro + height difference (naked dining) we love height differences /well i do lol

june

most popular: get fluttered idiot (love tractor) our favorite farm boy falling in love favorite: thian borrowing lomfon's lap (la pluie) thian went full cat mode and we love it honorable mention: you're the worst (naked dining) this was so important and i'm glad mahiro stood up for himself and his feelings

july

most popular: unintentional love story just me messing around with fill layers really i wasn't very active in july _(:3 」∠)_

august

most popular: sing my crush miss them (ಥ﹏ಥ) again not very active here either lol

september

most popular: yang & phoomjai + wrecking the shop (love in translation) daou and offroad really ate this scene sdkjsfdsf favorite: yang & phoomjai's date (love in translation) the single community was slaughtered honorable mention: yang's feelings (love in translation) this was so good (ಡ‸ಡ)

october

most popular: yang certified freak (love in translation) the scream i scrumpt during this favorite: kiss montage (love in translation) still salty tumblr ate two gifs from this set honorable mention 1: affection (love in translation) the softness of it all honorable mention 2: 晚安 (wan an) (love in translation) they are just so !!!

november

nothing for this months _(:3 」∠)_

december

most popular: favorite kisses of 2023 (multi-drama) i thought adding the hearts was really funny favorite: characters that made me feral in 2023 (multi-drama) can't wait to do this for 2024 honorable mention 1: favorite couples of 2023 (multi-drama) i've already started my 2024 list honorable mention 2: favorite dramas of 2023 (multi-drama) not super pleased with the end result but oh well

Tagging: @kinnporsche @taikanyohou @pharawee @spicyvampire @zhaozi @ueasking @dengswei @guzhu-furen feel free to ignore (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

#response #text post

[nintendont2502]

I have a pinned post that links to my full list of puzzle projects I've completed. The Seer is Out is my first completed set, Terezi Pyrope themed. The Sylph Sleeps, Kanaya Maryam's puzzle set, has a funny puzzle titled "Let Kanaya Say Fuck".

I would love to talk thru these puzzles with you when free time allows :)

just quickly looking through these now and holy shit they seem sick,,, unfortunately i am a certified idiot and theres no way in hell i could solve them but fuck if they arent fun to read

#i love the lil flavour text #funky #me.txt

[author-a-holmes]

PSA To My Newsletter Subscribers

My newsletter is going to be late this month. This is because I am a certified idiot, and when I updated my phone number last month I thought I'd updated all the websites that required 2-Factor-Authentication.

Turns out, I forgot to update my WEBSITE. That I need to update, so I can link to a post in my Newsletter.

All said and done, I have to phone my website provider in the morning to try and prove who I am so I can get back into it again.

Then, if I can do that, I need to update the website. A Worst case scenario will be me having to speedily rebuild my website. Let's hope it's not a worst case scenario, eh?

Then, I'll be able to send out my Newsletter.

Some deity out there better give me strength for the rest of 2024, I swear...

#I don't think I'd have minded so much but I had 24 hours between getting my new number and my old one being discontinued #So it's not like I had a whole lot of time to remember everywhere I needed to update it #RIP me #2FA #Two Factor Authentication #Newsletter #Website #FML #writeblr #writeblr community #writing #writing community #ari speaks #arista speaks #So far this year my mum's had severl hospital visits #and I've had a god awful cold knock me for six #and now this #I really thought 2024 was gonna be a good year but...

[nightttdreamers]

Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

first chapter of my new crenny fic! yeah its a fake dating AU but it’s going to be super fun and just the right amount of cheesy. very excited to share!

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 1/? | Chapter 2

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

Craig switched to the night shift.

It wasn’t hard, because no one wants the night shift at a 24 hour convenience store. When his manager, a greasy twenty-six year-old, asked him why, Craig just said he wanted time after school for extracurriculars. It was the same excuse he told his parents, who, instead of wondering why their son wanted to work from 9:00PM to 2:00AM, just said, “You do extracurriculars?”

Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy didn’t believe that excuse however, so he told them that he’d be making more money instead, which seemed to work.

Thankfully, nobody asked further than that.

It’s not too bad. Craig hates customers and he sees them way less than he did when he was working after school. He just sits behind the counter, plays games on his phone, does the occasional bit of homework, and tries not to think. Recently, he’s been testing the limits of the security cameras, trying to figure out blind spots. Not because he cares if people steal, of course, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. It’s just something to keep him occupied until the five hours run out.

He’s been on the night shift for over two weeks now, and he’s gotten used to the routine. He knows the students that come in after football games before they head off to their parties he’s not invited to. He knows which truck drivers will let him bum a cigarette from the packs they buy. And he knows that after midnight the store is completely dead.

Except this particular night, apparently. At one in the morning, the door opens. Craig looks up from his phone, first seeing a flash of blonde hair that makes his heart sink. But, then the blonde turns around and Craig has to hide the relief on his face.

“Craig Tucker?”

Kenny says his name with a strange familiarity, like he’s reuniting with an old friend instead of a classmate he barely speaks to. He’s not wearing that stupid traffic cone-colored parka he always has on, but instead a beat-up denim jacket, which is why Craig almost had him mistaken at first. 

“Yeah?” Craig responds, raising his brows. The last thing he wants to do right now is talk to anyone from school. At least it's Kenny and not any of his idiot friends. Craig classifies Kenny as a low-level dumbass, somewhat harmless, while Stan and the others are Certified Douchebags.

“When did you start working here?” Kenny asks, stepping up to the counter.

Fuck, he wants a conversation. “I don’t know, a while ago,” Craig replies.

“But where’s the usual night shift guy? Are you covering for him?” Kenny leans over the counter a bit while he speaks, which is a little too close for comfort. Craig avoids his eyes, instead looking down at what appears to be a spot of dried blood on his white t-shirt.

“Are you bleeding?” He asks.

“Probably. Did you trade shifts with the other guy? Me and him were just starting to become pals, you know?” Kenny’s bright eyes are bouncing around everywhere as he leans back again, glancing over candy bars and cigarette cartons and five-hour energy drinks on the counter. His general enthusiasm is making Craig feel more exhausted. He wonders if the blonde is on something. He’s heard some shit about what Kenny does when he’s missing school.

“I switched shifts like two weeks ago,” Craig replies, still looking at the blood stain, which actually looks a bit fresh in the light.

“Uh-huh, got it,” Kenny nods, finally leaving the counter to look through the aisles. Craig lets out a sigh, picking up his phone again to return to his game. After a minute or so, Kenny pipes up from the chip aisle. “Hey, didn’t you and Tweek break up two weeks ago?”

Craig grips his phone, looking up at Kenny who seems to be really interested in a bag of chips right now. “Why do you care?” It’s a genuine question, but Craig still tries to sound nonchalant when he asks it.

“‘Cause gossip is fun? I dunno,” the other responds flippantly, moving on to a bag of pretzels instead. He’s turned away now, moving further down the aisle, unaware that Craig is staring daggers at him. “I heard he dumped you in the parking lot and you got so mad you smashed a car window, then got in-school-suspension for two days.”

Craig slams his phone down on the counter, but Kenny doesn’t even flinch, simply turning back to him with an innocent expression.

“What?” The other asks. “Bebe told me that she saw the whole thing.”

“She-” Craig begins, nearly raising his voice. He cuts himself off, however, gritting his teeth for a moment. “Bebe is a fucking liar.”

Kenny seems to think about this accusation before responding. “Yeah, I didn’t really believe her,” he says, then ducks into another aisle. With Kenny out of sight, Craig deflates, running a hand through his hair. He’s no stranger to gossip in South Park, in fact he might be a veteran, but it’s been a while since someone regurgitated some bullshit they heard to his face. He can’t even be too mad, considering he’s talked plenty about every other breakup in their school- Stan and Wendy, Tolkien and Wendy, Tolkien and Nichole, Nichole and Kyle, in their small school, other people’s drama is prime entertainment.

The part of it that pisses him off isn’t that people are spreading rumors about the breakup. It’s the fact that, across every untrue story, people still know that it was Tweek who dumped Craig .

Kenny drops a 6-pack of beer on the counter and Craig is so preoccupied with his thoughts that he nearly rings it up before realizing what the item is. “Is this a joke?” Craig asks, looking back up at Kenny.

“Is what a joke?” The other asks, idly picking at his lower lip with his thumb. He pulls back the skin slightly, flashing a missing tooth, though it doesn’t look like he’s even aware of what he’s doing.

“Do you seriously think I’m going to let you buy this?” He says flatly. Kenny gives him a confused look, like he sincerely doesn’t know why Craig won’t check him out. “You’re not 21 McCormick, fuck off.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kenny asks, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a wad of cards and cash, held together by a rubber band. He slides a card out and places it on the counter, right in front of Craig.

It’s just about the worst fake ID he’s ever seen. It’s from Wyoming, the man in the picture barely resembles Kenny except for the blonde hair, and the text is chipping in certain places. Craig picks it up, bending the card just to see how flimsy it is.

Kenny is leaning on the counter again, wearing that stupid grin he always seems to sport as he watches Craig. “So, you’re twenty-seven,” Craig deadpans.

“Yes, sir,” Kenny chirps, eyeing the nicotine products. “And a pack of camels too,” he says, then adds, “Please.”

Craig sighs, putting the ID back on the counter. “I’m not selling you anything, McCormick.”

Kenny’s smile falters, though he tries to keep it up as his hand moves from his mouth to the back of his neck, anxiously rubbing it. “Come on, man. The other night guy always took my ID. You can ask him, too. He never even got in trouble for it.” Craig simply stares at him, eyes narrow. His shift ends in less than an hour, he just wants to go home and ignore everyone, not deal with an idiot like Kenny. “Craig,” Kenny says, almost whining . “Do me a solid, I’m not even gonna drink it. It’s for my dad and he’ll get pissed, okay?”

It’s not like Craig really cares about Kenny enough to look into his personal life, but it’s impossible not to know that he doesn’t have it easy at home. And maybe it’s because he’s sleep deprived, or he just wants Kenny to leave already, but Craig grabs the Camels. “Whatever.”

Kenny grins now, somehow even wider than before, as he drums his fingers on the counter. “I knew you were a good guy. You know, everyone thinks you’re an asshole, but I knew you weren’t.”

Craig scans each item, trying to convince himself that this isn’t a terrible idea. “I am an asshole,” he says. “And that’s $17.02”

Once again, Kenny flips through his rubber-band wad and pulls out a twenty. Instead of just handing it over, he places it on the counter, then slowly slides it to Craig. “Keep the change.”

Craig, unamused, takes the bill, glancing up at Kenny. “Really?”

“Hell no,” Kenny says with a laugh, grabbing his change once Craig puts it on the counter. He pauses, then leaves three dimes on the table. “There, you can keep that change.”

“I’ll try not to spend it all in one place,” he says, turning back to the cash register. Kenny picks up his items, but lingers by the counter, and Craig can feel his blue eyes on him. “What? Do you want a receipt or something?”

“So it’s true, then?” Kenny asks. Then, when Craig gives him a confused look, he says, “You and Tweek broke up?”

“Do you really want to push your luck with me right now, McCormick?” Craig asks, hopefully in a threatening enough voice that Kenny gets the message.

Instead, the blonde just laughs like this is some inside joke between the two of them and heads out the door, throwing a wave back at Craig as he exits.

In the wake of Kenny McCormick, the store feels almost eerily quiet, rather than the peaceful stillness that it was before. Still, Craig exhales, grateful that the entire interaction is over. He returns to his mindless phone game and tries not to think about Tweek or Kenny or even stupid Bebe spreading rumors about him.

School had been more annoying than usual. He and Tweek entered their senior year together, how was Craig supposed to know they wouldn’t finish it like that? Their schedules overlapped for three periods: History, calculus, and lunch. In class, he and Tweek always sat next to each other, so it wasn’t too difficult to just sit in the back instead, though some people were pissed that their unofficial seating chart had been messed with after three months of peace. He’d sit with the goths or the ugly kids and ignore the twitchy blonde across the room, constantly pretending that he wasn’t just staring when Tweek would catch his wayward glances.

Lunch, however, was more difficult. In the first few days, he avoided the cafeteria entirely, opting to eat alone in his car instead. Sure, if someone saw him it would be social suicide, but that would be better than sitting with his ex-boyfriend. By the end of the first week, Clyde had called him on the verge of tears, begging his best friend to come back and sit with them. Apparently, Tweek had started eating lunch in the art room instead, something that he told Clyde that he had texted Craig. What neither of them knew, however, was that Craig had blocked Tweek’s number the day they broke up.

So, he went back to eating lunch with his friends. Tolkien and Clyde sitting across from him, and Jimmy on his side, leaving an odd space as if Tweek is going to come and sit between them like he usually does. There’s a certain stiffness at the table that certainly wasn’t there before, and Craig understands that it’s probably his fault. He’s caused a few awkward moments when they’ve tried to ask about Tweek by quickly dropping the subject or just ignoring it entirely. Even their attempts to talk to him about anything at all are unsuccessful, as Craig is much more interested in staring silently at his food while he counts the minutes until lunch is over.

Today, he once again brings an uncomfortable energy to the lunch table. However, instead of fixating on his shitty meal, he’s looking right at Clyde. He didn’t want to linger on the rumor Kenny had told him the other night, but he couldn’t help it. Did Clyde tell Bebe about what happened and she decided to make up a more interesting story? Or did Bebe tell him what she “saw” and Clyde simply believed her? 

“What’s up, Craig?” Clyde asks, knitting his brows together. The two have made eye contact a few times over the last few minutes, but this is the first time Clyde hasn’t immediately looked away. The others at the table turn their attention to the two, feeling the tension.

“Clyde, when you and Bebe go out, do you guys just sit around and talk about my love life?” Craig asks. It comes out a bit harsher than he intends, but he’s always been one to be straightforward.

Clyde just gives him a confused look, then Craig watches the subsequent realization and fear come across his face. “What?”

“I heard a really interesting story from your girlfriend about how I got dumped, then broke a car window and got ISS,” Craig replies. “So I just wanted to know, do you guys sit and talk about my love life all the time, or just sometimes?”

“Wait, I thought t-t-that you tried to set f-fire to the car?” Jimmy says, which earns him a death glare from Craig.

“Don’t be mad,” Clyde whines, giving his friend a nervous smile. “It was just a rumor, I didn’t even believe her when she told me! I actually walked past the ISS room just to look for you.”

“So you do sit around and lie about my personal life,” Craig says, narrowing his eyes at Clyde. He then turns to Jimmy. “And you too? Tolkien, do you have any stories about my life I haven’t heard yet?” 

Tolkien, not as easily goaded into drama as Clyde, just shrugs. “Everyone was talking about it, man.”

Craig exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And none of you just asked me?”

“We tried!” Clyde exclaims, earning a few hums of agreement from the rest of the group. 

“You didn’t really want to talk about it when we asked,” Tolkien adds.

Craig presses his lips together in a firm line. He can’t really argue with that. In the days after the break up, he didn’t have in-school suspension, he just faked a cold and stayed home, giving him plenty of time to just think about all of the things that would be different now. Besides the obvious, giant void in his life that Tweek left behind, there was also the issue of their mutual friends, which neither of them would want to lose. Craig knew that Tweek had forfeited lunch, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in contact with their friends at all. The last thing Craig wanted was to make anyone choose sides.

To him, it felt like it would be in everyone’s best interest if he just left his friends out of it.

“Well, none of that stuff is true,” Craig mumbles, pushing the food on his tray around with his fork.

“So you d-didn’t set a car on fire?” Jimmy asks, scooting a bit closer to Craig.

“Or break the window?” Clyde adds.

“No,” Craig says flatly, rolling his eyes.

“And you didn’t get ISS?” Tolkien asks.

“No.”

“And Tweek didn’t break up with you?” Clyde asks, almost sounding hopeful.

Craig grips his fork tightly, staring down at the table. He pushes the tray of food away from himself, looking back up at three sets of curious eyes. “That’s- Yeah, he did.”

“Really? Like, he dumped you ?” Clyde doesn’t even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. Tolkien elbows him in the side at the comment, shooting Clyde a glare before turning to Craig with a sympathetic look.

“That sucks, man. I’m sorry,” he says, and Craig wants to crawl into his hoodie and never be seen again.

“It’s whatever,” Craig says, once again looking back down at the table. “I just don’t get why everyone thinks that I’m the one who got dumped.” 

The rest of the boys exchange glances, and Craig hates the silent debate they seem to be having over his head. “C-c-can I be honest with you for a second, p-pal?” Jimmy finally says, reaching up to put a hand on Craig’s shoulder.

“Go ahead,” Craig replies.

“In a b-b-breakup, there’s usually a winner, a-and a loser,” he begins, and Craig has a bad feeling that he knows where this is going. “Usually, the p-person who dumps the other is the w-w-winner.”

“What makes you guys think I’m not the winner?” Craig asks, looking between his friends. Once again, no one seems to want to answer.

“W-well, Craig, you k-k-kind of look like shit,” Jimmy finally says.

Craig scoots back from him, rolling the other’s hand off his shoulder. “Fuck off, Jimmy.” 

“He’s only saying that because we’re worried about you,” Tolkien says. “You barely talk to anyone, you always have your headphones in, plus now that you have the stupid night shift, basically no one has seen you outside of school.”

“We’re totally here for you, dude,” Clyde says, nodding in agreement. “Breakups are so hard, especially for the loser.”

“Thanks, Clyde,” Craig says flatly, moving to pick up his backpack.

Clyde winces at the remark. “I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t leave, man, you can talk to us!”

Craig stands, sliding his backpack over his shoulders. There’s still twenty minutes left in the period, but if he sits there any longer he might just explode. 

“W-w-we don’t think of you like that, C-Craig,” Jimmy adds, and Craig knows that he’s being sincere. If his friends think he’s handling the breakup badly, that’s okay with him. What’s not okay is that, apparently, Tweek is walking around doing just fine without him.

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” Craig says, picking up his tray. “You can all think what you want, okay? I’m fine. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

He can hear his friends calling his name, but Craig is already walking away from the table, trying not to be so aware of everyone’s eyes on him as he storms out of the lunchroom.

As he walks away from the table, he can hear his friends call his name, but it’s too late. Craig spends the rest of lunch alone under the bleachers, smoking a cigarette while his headphones blast Radiohead, acutely aware that he really does look like a loser.

Days later, he’s still thinking about it. Craig stands in the snack aisle, restocking the instant noodles, while it repeats like a mantra in his head; Tweek won, you lost.

It’s now been almost three weeks since the breakup. Three weeks of staring at the other’s blocked contact in his phone, deleting shared playlists, and aimlessly scrolling through old photos like he’ll find something he missed before, something that explains why . When they had their last conversation, Tweek had said “I think we both knew this was going to happen,” and all Craig could say in response was “What are you talking about?”

He looks down at the cup noodles in his hand. Suddenly, just lifting his arm to put it on the shelf feels like the hardest task in the world.

“I really don’t think that’s the best flavor choice,” pipes up a voice from beside him, and Craig jolts upright, turning to the stranger.

Kenny is standing at the end of the aisle in his dirty orange parka, hands shoved in his pocket, wearing the shit-eating grin he always has on.

“When did you get here?” Craig asks, letting his shoulders relax as he returns to his restock. He keeps his face down, hoping that Kenny didn’t see his momentary existential crisis just then.

“Like, a minute ago. Did you not hear the bell when I came in?” Kenny steps closer, peering over Craig’s shoulder at the products. “I guess not, you seemed pretty into these noodles. But, I gotta say, I think shrimp’s the worst flavor. Not that I know what real shrimp would taste like, but the cup noodle flavor is just too fake.”

Craig’s barely listening, trying to finish quickly. He just wants to go back behind the counter where he’s safe because Kenny is way too close to him right now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, turning to walk away from the other.

Kenny, however, follows right behind him. “Have you ever made ramen chips? You just put the seasoning in the bag then you crush the ramen up and eat it like that. Like, no need for hot water or anything. My brother and I used to make it all the time. It’s just like chips, it’s pretty good.”

“Mhm,” he hums. Luckily, Kenny isn’t facing him, or he’d see the grimace on Craig’s face right now. The dark-haired boy steps behind the counter, finally separating himself from Kenny, dropping the empty ramen box on the floor beside him. 

“What did you think of the chem quiz today?” Kenny asks, flipping through the magazine rack.

The question catches him off-guard, and it takes Craig a second to realize that, oh yeah , Kenny is in his chemistry class. The blonde usually hides himself away in the back corner if he even attends class at all. “It was fine, I guess.”

Kenny nods. “Yeah, I think all this gas stuff has been tripping me up. I pretty much bullshitted the last page, but I think Mrs. Dawson wants to fuck me so I’ll probably be okay. I swear, every time she goes to help Kevin Stoley with a problem, she bends over right in front of me so I can see her ass. Like, it’s totally on purpose.”

“Are you here to buy something or just talk about random shit?” Craig asks. 

Kenny doesn't respond at first, and Craig can see the way his smile falters, how he stops flipping through the magazines for a second. When he looks up, his expression is sheepish, and Craig feels like an asshole.

“Sorry,” Kenny finally says. “I’m rambling, right? I’m kinda high, the guys always get annoyed at how much I talk when I smoke.”

He’s never been great at reading people, but it’s pretty obvious he just hit one of Kenny’s nerves. Before he can really think about it, he finds himself saying, “No, I’m sorry.” Both boys look surprised at the apology, and Craig figures he’d better explain himself. “You’re fine, I’m just tired and it’s been a shit day.”

Kenny’s expression softens, and Craig feels a bit lighter. “It’s okay,” he says. “I can’t blame you, dude. I guess you heard about Tweek, huh?”

The air in the room stills for a second as the two exchange a panicked glance.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have-” Kenny starts.

“What about Tweek?” Craig cuts him off, but Kenny keeps talking.

“I’m high, I’m rambling, just forget about it. Fuck.”

“Kenny,” Craig says, watching as the other mutters to himself, shaking his head. “Kenny!” He repeats, louder this time.

“It’s nothing,” Kenny says, but the high pitch of his voice tells Craig it’s definitely not nothing. “It’s a rumor, total bullshit.”

Craig sighs, knowing he probably shouldn’t ask. But he already lies awake at night thinking about what Tweek’s doing without him, he might as well lie awake knowing what his ex is up to. “Just tell me.”

Kenny gnaws on his lip for a second, nervously picking at the hem of his jacket before he speaks. “Don’t shoot the messenger, okay? But there was this thing at the skate park a few days ago and I heard that Tweek showed up with Pete Thelman.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Craig exclaims, causing Kenny to flinch.

“I said don’t shoot the messenger!” Kenny says, raising his hands defensively. “All I heard was that they were there together, it’s literally nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Craig barely hears the other, already feeling a pit in his chest starting to form. He wants to bash his head against the counter or trash the entire convenience store. But, he also wants to curl up on the floor and never be seen again. While he’s wasting away every day in the back of his classes, or locked in his room, or working the worst job at a near-empty store, Tweek is okay. Of course everyone knows he got dumped, apparently his ex is already moving on.

“Craig, are you good?” Kenny asks, leaning over the counter a bit. “Should I like, call someone?”

For the last few weeks, Craig has felt like there was a hole inside him, slowly growing to consume every part of his life. But, right now, something feels different. Even if it is a bullshit rumor, hearing about Tweek like this is sparking something in him.

He’s fucking pissed.

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

#south park #fanfiction #crenny #Craig Tucker #kenny mccormick #craig tucker x kenny mccormick #fic #fake dating #im so excited for this fic hehehehe

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Yugo for the ask meme?

Banana boy! The idiot! The silly himself! Took me too damn long to get to this, but better late than never, I think. Here you go!

Favorite thing about them: If I had to put it in one word, that'd be tenacity. As Yuugo himself put it, he doesn't even know what giving up means, no matter what sort of adversity he faces. This persistence is honestly admirable for someone who grew up in an environment that relentlessly pushed him down at each and every turn, and it's a quality I strongly respect.

Shoutout to his baby vibes, though. Yuugo is precious and must be protected at all costs (even if I know he can damn well protect himself).

Least favorite thing about them: Yuugo's single-minded approach to things is usually endearing, but sometimes it can be rather frustrating. One such example is choosing to duel Yuuri as payback for kidnapping Rin... instead of -you know- going back to find Rin himself? I struggle to even justify that by way of magical fuckery, because as far as was shown, Yuugo was very much himself when he made that decision.

*sigh*

Favorite line: Would it be cheating the question if I say too many to count? Because it's true. This boy says the dumbest things sometimes, but he also has his sweet moments and I love every single one of those. That said, Clear Wing's summon chant deserves an honorary mention. I think it's very neat.

brOTP: Imma throw a curveball and say Yuuya. I was always intrigued by the idea of possible interactions between the two, and the interactions we got in Yuugo's Duel Links event did not disappoint at all!

I just think they're very neat together. They're both adorkable idiots who can't seem to hold the braincell right, and the small differences between them only make the dynamic more interesting. They're also a lot more perceptive than they might let on, and I think that'd lend itself well to interactions where one of the two is feeling down. I'd love to see more of these sillies together, honestly. Please let them tag together sometime.

OTP: I kid you not when I say my primary reason for shipping him with Rin is because of the ship name pun (Ringo is literally just apple in Japanese), BUT! I've come to appreciate it a lot more overtime, because it's actually pretty interesting for a cliché ship dynamic if you squint hard enough. There's a lot of ways to interpret their relationship, and a fair amount of room for emotional growth on both sides too. I think it's nice, but alas, we never really got much of it onscreen.

(That's what fanwork is for, though!)

nOTP: I don't know chief, I just don't see what's there to ship in his and Yuzu's friendship. I guess it does offer the interesting concept where they're both trying to cope with the loss of their loved one through the other, but that just.... sort of rubs me the wrong way. I see them as great friends, but nothing past that at all.

Random headcanon: I think we can all agree that Yuugo's entire demeanor just screams ADHD. Strong hyperfixation on one interest? Check. A tendency to ramble at the smallest prompt? Check. A general inability to just hold still? Check. A crippling case of constant airheadedness? Check!

He and Yuuri invented ADHD/Autism solidarity in the ARC-Verse.

Unpopular opinion: Not sure if this really classifies, but I actually really like how they handled the "Fusion" joke in the EN dub. Seeing them try and pull a new wordplay every time is mildly amusing at worst and downright hilarious at best, and my personal favorite is the one where he says his name and the Obelisk Force reply with "Yugo? You go where?"

Song i associate with them: Seeing as I've been pretty much living under a rock when it comes to actual popular songs and not obscure lyricless tracks, I'm afraid to say my limited song collection has nothing that quite fits. However, his Duel Links theme is a certified banger and I'm so glad they went with such an amazing, completely original track for the boi, because it actually goes so hard wtf-

Favorite picture of them:

Look at this silly boy. This goofy lil kiddo. Precious sunshine child. I wanna squish him in the sweetest hug ever and never let go. Yuugo deserves all the good things and I love him so so much.

#yugioh #yugioh arc v #yugo (arc v) #asks #baby boy. baby #banana child my beloved #tysm for the ask gyppy

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Link’s Adventures

Link’s Adventures

by SaveTHeVauqtia

Link has just freed Zelda from Gannon, and Hyrule is broken, but like anything broken, it can be fixed. Hopefully. The Yiga Clan is thriving, and after the Zora Royal Family. The Rito have been expediting strange dragon sightings. People have been going missing in Goron City. The Greudo have been experiencing a deadly disease.

Link sometimes wishes he didn’t remember. Zelda has unfinished business. Link, Zelda and whoever pops up along the way have a whole lot too do. Stay tuned.

Words: 2626, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Sidon (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, ocs when needed, uhhh - Character, People - Character, Riju (Legend of Zelda), Yunebo (Legend of Zelda), Buliara, Buliara (Legend of Zelda)

Relationships: Link/Sidon (Legend of Zelda)

Additional Tags: WOOO I ACTAULLY WROTE SOMETHING, Link is HOT, Link is mute, link is a annoying, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I am made of dark matter, sidon is a idiot and we love him for it, How Do I Tag, first fic, i Actaully can grammar sometimes I swear, I hate yunebo sm istg, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, I want a happy ending, Riju is a certified badass

From https://ift.tt/z8kL7nW https://archiveofourown.org/works/47671072

#ao3feed-sidlink #sidlink #sidon x link #prince sidon x link #link botw #prince sidon #breath of the

[cable-knit-sweater]

Mayaaaaa 💘💘💘 I just wanted to run over to tell you I’m having a Certified Awful Day, but the super sweet third chapter of How About Love? and your incredibly lovely comments on my Idiot Big Robot Pilots in Love series really made all the difference 🥺💕✨ So, thank you for being you, ILYSM! 💝 I hope you’re having a cozy Monday, and that it’s at least better than mine!

Kayyyyy ✨🌻✨🌻✨🌻✨

I’m so sorry to hear you’re having such an awful day 🥺 That sucks so so much, doesn’t the universe know that it’s not allowed to give you certified awful days??! I will have a word with it asap so it’ll learn from its mistakes 😤😤

I’m so glad my fic could cheer you up a little, that means so so much to me 🥺🥰🥰🥰 and of courseee I had to scream in your comments for The Ghost In Your Machine (which I really should’ve read much sooner) and The Drowning Tide !!!!! Both are such incredible fics, and I’m forever in awe of your ability to build these worlds and completely draw me in. You’re a genius, and a sweetheart on top of that, and I love you SOOO MUCH, my little sunflower baby 💖💖💖💖💖

My Monday was a little bit meh (very gloomy and long), but this sweet little message as well as some screaming and crying about Chris and a friend dropping me the link to a bunch of photos of their puppy made it a 100x better, so I’m going into my evening with a much better mood 🥰🥰 I hope your evening gets a little better too, my love, and that tomorrow is even more wonderful, because you deserve it so much 💕💕💕💕💕

#maya answers #people are so nice????? #kayyyy 🌻🌻🌻