#my other family members who never knew a single thing about me/us really?

[neuromantis]

my main issue with pill is that she can't decide either.

it is either "i am her" or she'll listen to me blather on and on and on and say "have you considered it's not true?"

so what is it? would you accept you are Her, and that telling me that made me so much worse on topic of Her? (better in some ways, but still utterly helpless)

or are you going to give me a reality check and try and fix my brain because it's hurting you too?

if you genuinely do not want me in that way, then stop agreeing with my delusions? are you Her? are you not?

why would you spend time and effort convincing me you are, just to flip-flop endlessly?? i am not sane. i need clear conclusions.

the time we genuinely tore each other to shreds was when i spoke about what i Feel and what i Think. because there are things that Feel right to me, logical, clear as day. but when i Think about it for long enough, it's really nothing besides schizophrenic delusions. i can still differentiate. but that's what hurts. i want to succumb fully or cut it all away. i can't be ambivalent HERE.

i will be happier if i succumb. i will be healthier if i cut away. i am neither currently. it all hurts so much.

"it really can't be possible", tells me my logic. "but it all perfectly lines up and makes so much sense", tells me my insanity. i am not the one to decide.

we talked about dissociation and voices too. and we're both unusual in that regard. so she must know how this feels. to be forever suspended in unknowing. to rely on others to show you a way to live.

#and what do i really have? #a father who is always drunk and delusional and won't say shit besides feeding into my ambiguity? #a mother who just starts crying and blaming herself so it's absolutely impossible to get anything out of her? #my other family members who never knew a single thing about me/us really? #a god who mocks me inside my head 24/7? #''to see the world again - and my sister just gives me that weird surreal look'' #if she's not... why do i remember? holding a hand in a red enveloping warmth #bedtime stories about purpose and intent #not ever matching anything - but having to share a single thing #tubes snaking up and down and hushed voices all around #a body on a metal table covered in white #cold clammy grasp of march dirt #white white white flowers losing petals #the rot setting in the rot sets in the rot sets in the rot sets in the rot sets in #why the fuck do i have to remember these things if they never happened?? #i know it's not true - but i've burned every picture and every diary #so how can i trust this decision? if i never trusted my memory either way it sides?

[deus-ex-mona]

i think that about covers the ✨entire population✨

#this started off as a complaint about inconsiderate commuters and my strange coworkers… and somehow ended with my grandparents lmao #idk why but my coworkers seem to really like physical contact for some reason?? i’m not used to it at all man… #like there could be a ton of space behind me but this coworker would walk directly up behind me and pat my back or something? lady pls #or i could be looking at my results and my other coworker would just randomly hug me and i??? lady pls???? i’m so confused #and the thing is… i really really hate being touched by any other person (except my mother. she’s fine) so i’m just (ʘ‿ʘ) throughout it all #and speaking of physical contact… those commuters. man. ಠ‿ಠ #who brings their prams out at like 7.25am anyway? it’s early as balls and the kid’s still asleep 80% of the time anyway #pls take your kids out on a family trip later in the day… yk… when people aren’t trying to squeeze onto the train to get to work??? #and they almost always choose to stand right smack in the middle of the train… right in front of the door to boot. at least move in???? #and sometimes (the worst times) the kids are obviously old enough to walk around (and are in fact running around the train at that moment)… #…but the parent keeps the pram unfolded in all its oversized glory anyway. like whyyyyyyyyy #so now not only do commuters have to squeeze together because of a lack of space… #…they now have to shuffle around to avoid bumping into the kid. like ughhhhhhhhhhhh i hate trains sm #and also! those people who purposely stand on the side of the escalator that people walk up on and refuse to walk???? hate them too #i’ve missed so many trains because of them ಠ‿ಠ especially if they stop moving right at the end of the escalator (ʘ‿ʘ) #screw trains fr >:( buses are much better!! the air conditioning is better on buses too!!!!!! #life was much better in quarantine ngl. i could shut myself out from the outside world and just ✨thrive✨ in peace… #those overly-specific things in the dni list are all based on my family members and former acquaintances lmao #shoutout to my chopper-wielding border hopping grandpa and self-hammering grandma!!! i barely knew you guys!!!! #wait come to think of it… i have never really had a single conversation with any of my grandparents. whoops. #i don’t even know their names either… double whooooooops #and so that marks the end of my pointless rant for now. i could’ve just summed this up as ‘dni if you’re human’ tbh #i’ve even done like quite a few of these things on my own list do… dni: me??? (ʘ‿ʘ) if only that was possible aha… #…well i didn’t cry while watching dear layla. lol. that’s the one thing i can definitively say i didn’t and will never do— #inedible blubbering #sunday’s 🧂saltfest🧂

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - kim jungsu

☆彡 letting the delusions win once again so Jungsu stans come get y’all juice!!!!!

word count: 713 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s blushing, I’m blushing, we’re all blushing, let me know if I missed anything!! 🩷

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starting off by saying that in my head Jungsu is the most Boyfriend™️ member of xh and nobody can change my mind!!!!!!!!

he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen??? okay moving on

he strikes me as a romantic!!!

not like, Seungmin type of romantic though (although there can be some overlap)

he’s the type of romantic that knows your coffee order by heart

watches “chick flicks” with you over and over again

always puts your needs before his

willing to drop everything for you

gives you his hoodie the second he sees you shiver

does absolutely nothing without asking if you’re okay/ comfortable with it!!!!

that type of romantic

“that’s literally the bare minimum-“ SHUT UP it's the little things that count

anyways moving on

I know I’ve mentioned this before in a fic somewhere but Jungsu is so so so SO respectful and he just wants to make sure everyone is happy and safe so I can see him wanting to have a long, in-depth conversation with you about boundaries

you’re both in this relationship because you love and care for one another, and he’s not gonna let you forget it!!

he is so madly in love with you it physically hurts him

like,,,, YOU chose HIM???? he can’t wrap his mind around it

he knew you were “the one” shortly into your relationship

hype man

imagine him wrapping his arms around you while you’re looking at your outfit and he just makes eye contact with you in the mirror and hits you with the “you look so pretty today baby” and then gives you a little kiss wherever he can reach UGHHHHHH THIS MAN

MATCHING OUTFITS MATCHING OUTFITS

“Oh you’re wearing blue today? Okay good to know.” and then he immediately goes and changes

I can picture Jungsu as the type who finds it really hard to sleep without you

like,, he needs a cuddle buddy

but in public?

people would never guess that

I talked about this in my PDA fic, but I don’t think Jungsu is big into PDA

like, aww you’re holding hands? that’s enough 🧍🏻‍♀️

he gives me the vibe that he doesn’t like seeing other people’s PDA so he doesn’t do it either LMAOOO (me too)

okay I talked about this with Gunil so I feel the need to bring it up again

your family loves him

if you have siblings or cousins who are younger than you?? they ADORE HIM

Jungsu gives me lovely big brother energy and in my head I think he’s be great with kids (ignore those Rock The World episodes lol)

give this man a toddler I need to see it

imagine coming home to Jungsu and your kid and Jungsu is dressed up in some silly costume, too wrapped up in the child’s land of make-believe to realize you walked in the door

he’s just so sweet :(

okay okay okay so if you couldn’t tell by the fact that I think I’ve mentioned them in every single Jungsu fic I’ve written… I love Jungsu’s broad shoulders

Jungsu is just so big and strong and I’m swooning right now

he’s so tall and pretty and UGH what if I cry

you can’t reach something?

he’s picking you up

you’re feet hurt?

piggyback ride

he’s giving you the Princess Treatment™️ truly

I also feel like Jungsu gives the best hugs in xh

those arms of his 😵‍💫 hugging machines

the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms and broad shoulders oh my god

safety

he’s like if a fuzzy blanket was a guy

he’s just so awesome I love Jungsu dude

I can also imagine having some good late night talks with Jungsu

telling secrets and sharing stories

he’s not afraid to be emotional in front of you!

within the first month of your relationship you saw him cry and tbh he’s so real for that

he can put up the front that he’s all tough or whatever but that facade cracks with you around

he’s just so blushy and giggley with you!

Jungsu totally believes that you bring out the best in him, and he’s so glad to be with you

he commonly fantasizes about his future with you

he’s so excited to spend forever with you :(((

taglist⁉️: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , comment to be added!

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #jungsu x reader

[fluffysucker]

Than I was at 16

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess

ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You didn't expect how your day will turn out to be

A/n: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

It's my birthday today so this is very self-indulgent. I'm sorry. I needed this. Hope you like it

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You tried. You tried so hard. You tried to act like you didn't care. Like, it didn't matter. It didn't mean anything to you. But you couldn't. especially now that you were alone.

Moving the food around the plate with no appetite at all. You signed, as you knew you weren't going to eat a bite more. You wrapped the plate up next to the food you donate weekly. You were proud of how almost wasteless your restaurant was.

You got back inside, hoping maybe work would be the way to take your mind off things.

It was nothing. No big deal. That's what you kept repeating in your mind as you worked.

But it all went off the wall when you saw the text from Bucky telling you he was leaving the gym early and to meet at his place later.

You wanted to cry. It was so stupid, but it felt like a stab to your heart.

You knew Bucky wasn't a sentimental man, but he was thoughtful and considerate. He wasn't one for loud affection, but he cared so much.

So why did he forget about your birthday?

It was six o'clock now, and not a single simple 'Happy Birthday'. For the whole week, he had been acting like there was nothing important. He never mentioned it. It was a completely normal week for him.

You couldn't say that didn't hurt. It hurt much more than you wanted to admit.

You knew that the nature of your relationship wasn't like others. You knew yours, and Bucky's personalities had their big differences. And you were okay with that. You enjoyed it most of the time. It was fine.

However, you hoped that maybe today Bucky would be willing to step more into yours.

Birthdays were a big deal for you. Everyone who knew you knew this about you. You cared about birthdays. You thought of it as a chance to show your friends and family how much you truly loved and appreciated them. You wanted the people you love to have a special day every year when they were reminded of how lucky you were to have them and of how great and wonderful they were.

You had already received a couple of texts and calls from some of your family members and friends. But none of them were the ones you wanted.

You expected at least a small happy birthday kiss when you woke up tangled together in your bed this morning. And that would have been enough for you. You would have been the happiest. But you got nothing. You carried on with your routine like any other day. Until you separated at the doors of your workplaces, it was like every day.

But it wasn't. It was your birthday.

You tried to cheer yourself on, reminding yourself that not everybody cares about birthdays like you do. And that was okay.

But you almost shed tears when the staff working with you in the restaurant brought a leftover cupcake from today's work with a candle in it, singing Happy Birthday before you closed.

It was just you and them as all customers had left, and you were closing up the place. They even chipped in and bought you a present. You tried to turn it down politely, but they insisted that they wanted to give you something nice like you always gave them. You almost cried on the spot. But you weren't sure if it was all happy tears.

As you thanked them for the hundredth time before you parted ways so each of you would go home, you couldn't help but feel sadder. Your staff remembered your birthday, and your boyfriend didn't. The young adults took away part of their money to get you a present, and your boyfriend didn't.

While their simple gesture meant the world to you, leaving you with a full heart, you couldn't help but think about how the staff working with you had shown you more love and care than your own boyfriend.

Maybe it was your time to compromise. It had been Bucky who was putting in the most effort so you could meet in the middle. And it was all for your wishes. While you did wait for him, gave him all the time he needed, and took things at his pace, it was he who had to find a new comfort zone where both of you could exist together.

So maybe now it is your turn to give up and learn to accommodate. And Bucky was worth it. So worth it.

But would a small happy birthday have killed him? How could it have slipped his mind like this?

You breathed in and out, trying to keep your emotions together. It was going to be fine. You would get used to it. It was okay.

You loved Bucky so much that you would let go of this. You prioritized your relationship over failed expectations.

You tried freshening your mind, so you chose to walk to Bucky's apartment. It was a bit of a long way, but you didn't mind. You needed it. And it was quite nice.

While the gym and restaurant were in what could be called good areas of the city, Bucky lived upstate. He had a luxurious, big apartment that he refused to call a penthouse. But it kind of was. And it was immaculately decorated. Morden with hints of vintage It took your breath away the first time Bucky brought you.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't surprised by how comfortable and financially stable Bucky was. You thought boxers always struggled to make ends meet. It was a misconception on your part. You blamed media representation for that.

You greeted the doorman, who you grew to be friendly with as your visits and stays became more frequent. You got in the elevator and pressed the floor number. You reminded yourself for the last time that it didn't matter. It would be better and easier if you let it go.

You got out of the elevator to walk to the back of the floor, where Bucky's apartment was. You noticed the pattern of always preferring the back of a place where privacy was most granted.

You used the key that Bucky gave you a while ago to open the door. You shared the apartments' keys long ago. You were going so steady. Another reminder to yourself not to make a big deal of this

You frowned at the complete silence as you walked in. Hasn't Bucky come back yet?

"Bucky?" You called out of your boyfriend because it wasn't like him to not hear you coming in. You always teased that he somehow had enhanced hearing.

"In the guys room." His voice rang in the apartment.

You put your stuff on the table as you walked into the apartment. The guys room in Bucky's apartment was the second-largest room in the house. And that was why it was the guys room. Because Steve or Sam, sometimes both, stayed over in this room way more than they stayed in their own homes. The closer you got to Bucky, the more you saw how close the three men were. It was a beautiful friendship that you admired. They teased each other and bickered to no end, yet they would die for each other in a heartbeat. You were happy your boyfriend had this kind of bond in his life. He deserved it.

You assumed both men were here as well, and they all left together. It was fine. You enjoyed their company very much.

It was unusual for the guys to have the door of the room closed. But you didn't pay much mind as you opened the door.

You should have.

You stood there in awe, shock expressions written all over your face. Your feet were rooted in their place. It was taking you a moment to comprehend what was in front of you.

The room was bare of any furniture that once occupied it. From the ceiling to the floor, glistening decorations were all over the room. Balloons, foil metallic fringe curtains, and everything. The word "happy birthday" hangs hugely in the centre of the room.

The room looked better than the pictures you see on the internet. It was like it came out of your dreams. Like someone got in your brain and copied it and made it even more beautiful.

Someone who cared so much

The feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him broke you out of your trance.

"Happy Birthday, Princess." Bucky's raspy voice whispered in your ear.

You turned around to face him. Still unable to form words, you stood on your tiptoes to hug him and bury yourself in him for a moment.

"C'mon, let's celebrate."

The only furniture left in the room was the sofa and table. The table was covered in presents and gifts. In the middle, there was the most gorgeous, wonderful cake you had ever seen in your life.

"You remembered." These were the only words that could come out as surprise wore off.

"Of course I did." Bucky was confused.

"Doll, did you think I forgot about your birthday?" Bucky asked.

Looking at the room from your seat on the sofa, you were ashamed to answer. But Bucky didn't need a verbal answer.

"Oh, princess. I'm so sorry I made you think, though. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to surprise you."

Of course, Bucky remembered. He had been planning for this for over a month now. He had been counting the days until he finally had a day where he could spoil you endlessly. It's not like he needed a special occasion to spoil you. Bucky found out very early on in your relationship that he loved to do things for you. He was happy spending all his money on you. However, you never let him do that in peace. So he couldn't wait for your birthday so you wouldn't complain.

It wasn't his intention to make you think that he had forgotten about your birthday. It was just that he knew that if he said a word to you, he would spell out all his plans. He had no willpower when it came to you. It was like he was a completely different person from you. a person he very much enjoyed.

He didn't even spend two hours at the gym today. He just went to drag Sam and Steve with him. He had a long day ahead of him, and he needed help so the results would be perfect. And both men couldn't do anything but oblige. Moving furniture around was a pretty easy task for the men. However, hanging up balloons presented a great challenge for the men. But they overcame it, thankfully.

"You didn't have to do all of this." You were so grateful for this.

"Of course I did. I wanted to." What kind of boyfriend was Bucky if he didn't go above and beyond for his girlfriend?

"Now, let's celebrate." Bucky took the lighter off the table and lit up the candles on the cake, then started singing Happy Birthday.

In that moment, you felt a surge of emotions. Overwhelming even. The overflowing feeling of being loved engulfed you. There was someone in this world who wanted to celebrate you like you dreamed. Someone who put all the effort into you. Someone who gave you happiness you thought was only in fairy tales. Someone who chose to love you

Someone who was everything and more.

You knew what your wish was going to be this year. And you made it as you blew off the candles.

"Happy Birthday, princess."

Bucky leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back and deepened the kiss, hoping to let him know how much you loved him.

"Want to open your presents?" Bucky spoke as you broke apart.

"I don't want to hear it. Just see them." Bucky added quickly before you protested that he shouldn't have brought you so many presents.

"Okay. Which one should I start with?" And you listened to him.

"This one." He brought a small box to your hand.

You took the box from him and opened it, only to be stunned.

"Bucky..."

"You don't have to wear it. I just wanted to give it to you." You could tell Bucky was nervous. Maybe he should have left this one to last.

"Are you kidding? This is so beautiful." You brought it out of the box.

Holding in your hand was a simple gold necklace with Bucky's initials in it. You loved it more than you could describe.

You turned your back to Bucky so he could help you put it on. It looked so delicate on your skin, and it meant so much to you.

"I'm never taking it off." You would never.

Bucky smiled at your words. He loved you so much that he didn't believe it sometimes. He gave your lips a little peck.

"That would have been enough of a present." You couldn't help yourself. You didn't want any presents. Every day with Bucky was a gift.

Bucky glared at you, warning you not to say stuff like this again, and let him spoil you once in silence. And you nodded.

The rest of the presenters were a variety of things. all things that you loved and had big interests in. even things you mentioned before. It was heartwarming to see how thoughtful Bucky was.

You are beaming with excitement and joy. Until the last present.

You grabbed the envelope with a tie wrapped around it. You had your eyes on it, but something told you to leave it for last.

And you were right.

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD." You got up screaming and jumping.

"Please tell me this is real." You turned to Bucky, holding the paper so tight in your hand.

"I can't joke about this." Bucky answered. His eyes were shining from seeing you so happy. That's all he ever wanted in life. You are happy because of him.

"I love you so much." You shouted as you threw yourself on him, hugging him so tightly.

"I love you too, doll." Bucky giggled as he hugged you back. Your happiness automatically makes him happy as well.

The envelope had tickets for a concert for your favorite singer. They had been your favorite since forever. You always talked about how long you wanted to see them live. But each time, either you couldn't afford it or tickets got sold out so quickly that you didn't get any.

However, Bucky managed to get the tickets. He knew people who knew people. And it was all worth it.

"I wanted to get the tickets for this weekend, but the team wants to celebrate your birthday." Bucky could vividly remember the look Natasha gave him when he told her they didn't need to do anything for you and that he was already planning something for you. If looks could kill, He would have been dead. How dare he think that they wouldn't celebrate your birthday? Their favorite sunshine. The audacity.

At the moment, right now, Yelena was already ordering the cake for the weekend, while Natasha was impressed by Steve and Sam's skills at hanging up balloons quickly.

Steve and Sam had no idea how they got dragged to decorate for your birthday twice on the same day. However, they weren't complaining at all. It was like having a little sister. So they were very okay with it.

"I got an extra ticket, so you can bring whoever you want with you." Bucky knew you had a couple of friends who were fans as well. He wanted you to have the choice to pick as you liked.

You had already picked.

"I know it's not to your taste so much, but would you join me and go together?" This concert had been your dream for so long, and you couldn't think of anyone other than Bucky to experience it with.

You wanted to be holding his hand as you watched your favorite singer take the stage. You wanted to dance with him as your favorite love songs played. Because all the love songs are about him now.

"I would love nothing more." Bucky replied before you could tell him that he could turn it down. He wanted to go with you. He wanted to see you check something off your Wishlist.

"I get to pick your outfit, though." You added, laughing.

"We will see about that." Bucky joked, but he knew he would wear anything if it meant making you happy.

You looked at Bucky with so much love and adoration. everything he did for you. You were beyond thankful.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"Thank you for being born."

Years ago, you were born to bring so much light and joy to this world. Years later, you become his light and joy.

And he wanted to spend all his life celebrating you.

Today was better than you ever expected.

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[lotomber]

may i request a Dazai x Reader soulmate?

I'd like the soulmate be match up by a small mark on their skin. If you could maybe make it angsty to fluff pls? It would make my day if you made this. Thank you💕

Here you go anon. Hope it's to your liking😄

Soulmarks!

You are a clerk at the ADA, it is not so peaceful office but you like working there. You belonged to an Orthodox family and your family members used to always degrade you, made you question every single thing you did. Just cause you were born with a small slash mark on your neck they thought you were cursed and you would bring disgrace to your family. After getting into college you left your home but those insecurities never left you. That's why working at agency's chaotic atmosphere somehow made you feel at peace and everyone was so good to you especially a certain brunette. To be honest you had a crush on Dazai but you always thought that him being good to you was just his politeness. But you never knew the feeling was mutual, at first Dazai was just curious about you, but he couldn't help fall for your charm. The way you smile at him, the way you laughed at his silly jokes, how you protect him from kunikida by helping him complete his paperwork, how you never minded his Overdramatic nature and how you always tried to help other members. Your kind nature and selflessness attracted him to you. He is always watching you despite pretending not to, he sometimes caught you staring at him then looking away bashfully. He noticed despite your cheery nature there was something melancholic in your eyes hidden by your smile. He also noticed how you always wore long neckline clothes no matter how hot Or stuffy weather it was, as if to hide something. It made him more curious but he was not the one to say something about it cause he knew it could you uncomfortable around him, which he didn't wanted to happen. Most of the time he tried to flirt with you but you always shot him down thinking Dazai was just being Dazai.

After completing your work for the day, you decided to leave a bit earlier, you decided to meet up with your college friends.

As Dazai noticed you leaving he asked if he could walk you home but you told him that you were not going home instead you were planning to meet your friends.

"Then can I come with you please. I also want to hangout with you" Dazai asked giving you those doe eyes.

" No, Dazai-san I know what you are trying to do, you just want to ditch the work on Kunikida-san and escape right?" you replied rejecting his plea.

" Ohh No bella! How can you accuse me of such blasphemy! I just want to hangout with you" he dramatised.

" Still no Dazai-san you have to complete your work, If you promise to complete your work today then we can go for drinks tomorrow and we can also invite Yosano-san and Kunikida-san." you smiled at him.

Seriously how can he win against you? Besides he could see you were really excited to meet your friends. So he just pouted and gave up.

Leaving your family wasn't easy for you but going to college meeting different people helped you a lot. That's why you were really excited to meet your friends. After you reached the designated cafe you saw some of your friends talking to each other. None of them noticed you so you decided to surprise them. But as you reached closer to them, you heard them talking about you.

"Seriously who even invited (name), they are so annoying I can't stand them especially that 'goody two shoes' personality of them. And like what, why does they always wear high neck clothes, does they think they are model or what" Said one of your friend.

" Yeah I know right? it's really irritating. I even heard that their family disowned them I bet this must be why they act so goody to be the attention seeker. It's really sickening." Said another so called friend of yours.

You were beyond heart broken to think that you even thought of these people as your friends, you felt disgusted.

Suddenly someone noticed you and they were shocked, they were trying to explain something but you just left not wanting to stay there any longer.

You were just wandering on the streets now, lost in your thoughts. At such at time you couldn't help but remember your family's words. How they told you, you were cursed, a disgrace to their family and that nobody would accept a person like you. Maybe they were right, Maybe I really am cursed, nobody will like a person like me you thought.

Suddenly you saw a huge flash of light coming from a car towards you and you just froze there. Just as that car was about to hit you someone suddenly pulled you away saving you.

As you came to your senses, you realized what just happened. Then you turned to see Dazai with a worried look.

" What the hell were you thinking you were doing (NAME)!!" He shouted.

It was the first time he shouted at you. As the reality of this whole evening came crashing down on you tears started falling from your eyes, You were trying your best to hold your tears but the worried look in his eyes made you feel so vulnerable, you just started sobbing even more.

Dazai was flustered by your reaction , he started to calm you down but you just cried holding onto him. So he just held you saying nothing. After you calmed down a bit he offered to walk you home. The rest of the walk was quiet. Both of you said nothing.

As you reached your apartment Dazai was about to leave as you suddenly pulled a bit of his trench coat not wanting to let go of him.

"Ahh would you like to have some tea before you leave? " Not being able to think of any other excuses you just asked him.

"Hmm Sure!"

You asked him to sit on the couch as you proceed to the kitchen to make some tea. After your previous sobbing, Dazai's presence itself felt like a great comfort to you.

You quickly made some chamomile tea for you both. You handed him the tea and sat beside him. Dazai was staring at you the whole time and to be honest you couldn't comprehend want was going through his mind all this time. Then he suddenly spoke,

" You know from the first time I saw you I always thought you have such beautiful eyes, it always made me wonder what mystery these eyes hold. It always made me more and more curious about you. I never asked you anything because I thought you'd not like it. But if you ever want someone to talk to I am always there for you and everyone in the agency is. You know how much they are fond of you, Kunikida-kun's blood pressure is controlled because you always help him complete the work on time, you are the only person who can handle Yosano-sensei's shopping spree, Rampo-san always counts on you to bring him snacks, Atsushi-kun and Kyouka-chan are so grateful that you always buy them crepe after a hard mission and even if you don't do these things, no one will say anything cause your presence itself is a great comfort for us all. So no matter what happens I just want you to remember this."

You could feel yourself tearing up again but this time it was different cause you realized you were not cursed nor were you a disgrace.

After that you told everything to Dazai about your birthmark, parents, childhood and those people you thought were your friends everything. And he listened to you till the end never once commenting or blaming you for the situation. There was this soft look in his eyes different from his usual persona which made you feel even more vulnerable than you already were.

After you finished he asked if he can see your birthmark. You flinched a bit hearing it, it was not cause you didn't trust him it was just you can't melt away all the insecurities in just one night. As Dazai noticed, he started removing some of his bandages from the neck. You were beyond shocked by his actions cause it made you realize how much he trusts you to be doing this.

Then he showed you some of his scars on the neck.

" Do you think it is ugly or disgusting? Or is it hard for you to look at them?" He asked

"N-No it's not like that. It's just that i don't know why you are going so far for me? "

" Cause that's just how I feel about you, I love you(name) that's why I don't want you to look down on yourself and look at yourself with my eyes. "

For a second you couldn't believe your ears but His straightforward confession melted away every conflict you had left in your mind.

" I also feel the same, I love you too Dazai. "

Then you folded your high neck collar allowing him to look at your mark. He suddenly closed the distance between you two, then he kissed your neck. You were flustered by his actions, becoming a blushing mess." It's beautiful! Just like you. And We even have matching marks!" He said a satisfied smile.

He gave you peck on forehead, then cheeks and then finally leaning in to your lips. Ohh how much he wanted to kiss you.

A/N - It's kinda ooc but i hope you like it. Btw it was my first request and it was really fun writing it. ❣️

#bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #stray kids fluff #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai fluff #angst #bsd season 5 #bsd s5 #dazai smut #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu #dazai headcanon #armed detective agency #yokohama

[ofallthingsnasty]

This is highly unlikely to happen BUT imagine the show Wife Swap (old american reality show from the early 2000s). I never saw a single episode and don’t intend to but the premise is simple (and really weird lmao): two wives from vastly different families swap households for a while. Shenanigans ensue.

Anyways, there is not a chance in hell Crocodile would let his basement wife anywhere near Doflamingo, but imagine some devil fruit fuckery swaps basement wife and the family pet temporarily. Everyone, except for Doflamingo maybe, will be having a really hard time until wife and pet can be located and brought back to their proper places

Oh, anon if only you knew - the German version was a huge part of my tween years, mainly because of one specific meme that came out of it (Frauentausch-Andreas)💀 The thought is so fucking funny, though. Idk what it is about dark content with a crack-treated-seriously twist, but it makes me laugh.

tw. crack treated seriously, noncon (only for Doffy), basement wife is fat + fem, family pet is gn as always

Oh my god, call that basement wife's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. You thought your cartoonishly evil pseudo-husband was bad? Hah, you know absolutely nothing, you stupid little thing. When Doflamingo scrapes you out of the crate instead of his little bipedal dog, he's confused - but he can put two and two together, and quickly at that. Obviously, you're not some assassin (really, what kind of strategy is that? Killing one of his family, making the body disapear and then wait for him to appear? Hilariously bad, honestly), not some spy and you really, really aren't the one who's supposed to sit in that cage. And when you start crying the moment he asks you what the hell you're doing here, he knows this isn't intentional. At all. Another once-over, a look at your weird little outfit, at the clunky stone on your hand and it clicks - he only knows one man with a similar taste in clothing and jewelry. Would you look at that, it's Crocodile's well-kept (and apparently not-so-little) secret. Reality can be stranger than fiction, huh? He's real nice after that epiphany. Too nice. Sits you down with a cup of tea like you're old friends, seats himself across from you, legs perched on the table while he smiles. Chats. Laughs. Acts overly familiar. It's bizarre to witness - but he's trying to glean what exactly you, the little teary-eyed butterball you are, offer Crocodile over him. Really, he's a little hurt: you're drab and soggy and soft in more ways than one, you cower and snivel in front of him like some beaten dog. The only fact that saves you from being mind-numbingly boring is that you're immensely valuable to Crocodile - and it makes ideas pop up in his head. He really likes the way you're stunned into silence when he suddenly uses his powers to immobilize you, right as you're in the middle of talking. And he gets why Crocodile keeps you around when you're bent over the table and he fucks you until you're just a sobbing mess. It's at least a little different from his usual endeavours and he takes his sweet time with you, leaves some evidence for the other man to discover later on. Once the mix-up is solved, Doflamingo hands you back dressed entirely in pink and with a thousand yard stare in your eyes. Will ask Crocodile about you every time he sees him from then on, a shit-eating grin on his face while the other almost loses it.

On the other hand, family pet does pretty well, considering the circumstances. I'd even argue it's the best you've been in years - because someone is treating you like an actual person, for once. Even if they aren't being kind. Crocodile is wary, of course - every single member of Doflamingo's posse is not to be taken lightly - but he also knows you. The fucking bird dragged you into official meetings enough for you to be a familiar face to him. He's furious, seething, beyond angry - but it's not necessarily directed at you. Doflamingo has to be behind all of this, he's sure of it, and you're just the collateral. (Admittedly, weird collateral, as you're the apple of Doflamingo's eye, always kept on his arm, cooed at, just treated like some ghoulish human pet, but who knows how the bird works? He sure as hell doesn't.) He'll probaby try to squeeze some information out of you (and when that doesn't help, he'll just plop you into a seastone cage and try to solve the mystery on his own. Yeah, he almost killed you minutes before - but then again, maybe you're worth something? He can always get rid of you later, maybe you do still have some value... He's feeling a lot of emotions, give him a minute.) Really, it's not that bad. You've been through worse. When everything is cleared up, I think he'd even let you take a bath and feed you a proper meal (on a plate!! A plate! Not a bowl!) before he'll trade you back in for his weirdly apathetic looking wife...

#tw.noncon #honestly crocodile just goes through the stages of grief while you're sitting in a corner. slow blinking at him. bc even if he ends you #- you have learned that your life isn't your own anymore anyway jdkdk poor family pet reader... #/crocodile #/doflamingo #/one piece

[joekeeryswife]

Omg angst with reader getting killed (or very hurt) by vecna and Steve watching since he loves reader 🙏🏽 I need some angst

Vecna - S.H

hope this was okay lovely, i couldn’t really think about what to write so i just used some of the storyline from Max- have a good day <3

Did i get inspiration from Max and Vecna? sort of. just an fyi that there is talk about death in this so please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that x

you knew it was coming. you had heard and seen the grandfather clock, you had visions of Vecna and your time was running out. you had written notes to every person that meant something to you. you started off with your mum. she had been your been your biggest support through anything you’d done and she was extra supportive after your dad died. you had heard that Vecna played off of his victims traumas and your dads death was definitely your biggest trauma.

he had died suddenly in a car accident on his way to pick you up from Steve’s house. it was probably one of your biggest regrets, asking him to pick you up. it had only been a year and that night sometimes just replayed in your mind. your next letter was to Steve. your sweet boy. he had been your boyfriend for two years and other than your dad dying, it had been the best two years of your life. he took you and picked you up from work, you guys had a movie night every Tuesday which was one of your favourite days of the week just because you spent time with Steve. he was just all around the most perfect boyfriend and you’d never want to have a relationship with anyone else.

you wrote letters to everyone else- Dustin, Max, El, Mike, Eddie, Lucas, Robin and a few of your other friends who you’d been friends with since forever. you also wrote letters to each member of your family, telling them how much they mean to you. as you were sat at your desk, writing the last letter to one of your cousins, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. you jumped, you were scared of basically every single thing. you looked back to the door. before you could say anything, the person barged into your room, giving you no time to hide the letters. “babe? what are you doing?” it was Steve. you scattered the letters around, trying to hide them, it was too late and he saw them. he gave you a look, the look that said ‘what are you doing?’. you sighed before speaking.

“it’s just incase something goes wrong okay? it’s just so i can clear my conscious.” you said, turning back to the letter you were finishing. “nothing’s going to go wrong okay?” he spoke, coming over to where you were sitting. he put his hands on your shoulders and kissed your forehead. you smiled slightly. even in a time where you were scared, he always knew how to calm you down. you finished the letter, putting it in the envelope, before sealing it shut. “i need you to do me a favour Steve. if something goes wrong-” you spoke before he cut you off. “nothing will go wrong” he interrupted. you sighed before continuing. “Steve. stop okay? if something goes wrong, please just give the letters to my mum and the rest of my family okay? i can’t face looking at them whilst giving them these.” you said, standing up, handing him your families letters.

“and as i said, i won’t need to because nothing will go wrong.” he said, putting his hands on your cheeks, making you look into his eyes. “you don’t know that Steve. can we just go so i can give the kids their letters?” you said, pulling away from his hold. he nodded his head and took hold of your hand. he saw your walkman on your bed and he grabbed it and your favourite song. he wanted to be safe. you guys walked to Steve’s car and drove to Family Video, he knew Robin, Max, Lucas and Dustin were there so that’s where you went first. you exited the car and walked into Family video. you saw them all behind the counter talking about Vecna and once the all saw you with five letters in your hand, they instantly stopped talking. you gave them your best smile before handing them their letters. Steve shook his head as you handed them out. “y/n we don’t need letters. what are you doing?” Dustin said as you handed him his letter.

“it’s just incase something goes wrong okay?” you said, handing Robin her letter. “i need to speak to you” you whispered to her, one last letter in your hand. she nodded her head and took you to the stock room. Steve and the others where confused. “where are you guys going?” he spoke once you guys got to the stock room door. “i just need to show her something Dingus. speak amongst yourselves” she said, pulling you into the stock room. you broke down, handing her the letter. there was a small ‘Steve’ in cursive writing in the top corner with a tiny heart next to it. “i couldn’t give it to his face Robin. you are gonna have to do it for me. please?” you sounded desperate. she nodded her head and pulled you in for a hug. you cried on her shoulder before pulling away. “thank you. he keeps saying it won’t go wrong but i can feel it Robs. something bad is going to happen to me wether i survive or not.” you said, looking at her face. it was almost unreadable.

“you will be fine okay? you know Steve would do anything to keep you alive and although he’s a Dingus, he will make sure you’re out of that alive.” she said, you nodded your head, wiping your tears, before both exiting the stock room going back to the group. Steve gave you a look and you smiled at him. after speaking for a bit, you all got into the car. you had asked Steve if you could go talk to your dad at his grave, you wanted to say your goodbyes to him. you arrived at the cemetery and got out immediately. “can you guys please wait here? i just want some alone time” you whispered. your voice was almost silent but Steve understood, nodding his head as you closed the door, walking off to your dads grave. Steve didn’t want you going alone, he asked Dustin, Lucas and Max to come with him but asked Robin, the most responsible one, to stay behind to look after his car. he kept his distance from you, knowing you needed your space.

as you were talking to your dad, your head started pounding, you felt yourself just stop. your eyes rolled into your head and then everything around you changed. you ‘woke up’ in the upside down and looked around. you saw Chrissy, dead, up against a tree. you then saw Fred, in sort of the same position as Chrissy. you gasped. you had never been so scared of something in your life. you looked around more before you heard a voice, it was your dad. “how could you y/n? you asked me to come pick you up, it’s your fault i’m dead, it’s all your fault i’ve left you with your mum. it’s all your fault” he said, walking closer to you. you started backing up but didn’t get that far. “you aren’t real. you aren’t.” you said, closing your eyes, trying to forget everything around you. you opened your eyes and saw Vecna standing right in front of you. you screamed and tried to run away from him but didn’t get far, one of his tentacles got hold of your leg and pulled you back to him.

he wrapped a few more around your body as you were now back up against the tree. “please. you aren’t real” you shouted, “oh but i am. it’s your turn y/n, join the others” he spoke, his voice demonic and terrifying. he reached his clawed hand reaching up to your face. you could hardly breathe. he had a tentacle around your neck, restricting your airway. as he was reaching up to your face, you got flashbacks of all the good times you had. back in reality, Steve had put the walkman over your ears and it was blasting your favourite song. you heard faint lyrics as you saw the flashbacks.

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside

Steve watched you as you floated into the air, his heart hurt. his beautiful girl, was being cursed but this awful thing and all he could do is stand there and wait. he had hot tears rolling down his face. he needed this to work, he couldn’t lose you. who would he vent to when he had a bad day? who would he go to if he needed a cuddle? what would he do without you? he was so scared. they all called your name as you kept floating higher. you still had your eyes closed with Vecna’s claws getting closer to your face.

I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

My girl

you opened your eyes as soon as you heard those words, ripping at Vecna’s neck. he screamed in pain and his tentacles let go of you. you gasped for air and saw an opening in the upside down. it was you, floating in the air with Steve, Dustin, Lucas and Max all shouting your name. Steve had tears rolling down your face. you could barely breathe. you ran. ran as fast as you ever had before. you ran for your family, your friends, your future, but most of all, Steve. this was your song, yours and his. it had so much meaning to it and that’s why it was your favourite. you gasped as you ran. Vecna was throwing different objects your way, trying to stop you from escaping, you fell over a few times but you didn’t stop fighting.

I've got so much honey

The bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song

Than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

My girl

as soon as you heard those last words, your hand reached the portal and everything went blank. you woke up, mid air, and fell to the ground. you still could hardly breathe. “y/n!” Steve shouted as you fell. you gasped for air, tears rolling down your face as you felt Steve’s arms around you. “Steve, i can’t breathe” you said, coughing as you spoke. he helped you sit up. “y/n. calm down baby. it’s okay. follow my breaths. in through your nose and out through your mouth love” you heard him speak. you felt Max, Dustin and Lucas’ hands on your back, trying to calm you down. once you finally calmed down, Dustin, Lucas and Max left you guys for a moment. you fell back onto Steve and cried on his shoulder. “i thought i’d lost you baby” he whispered, thick tears falling down his face. you shook your head as you cried. “i’m so sorry Steve. i came back for you. i couldn’t leave you” you said, looking up at him. he kissed you passionately and checked the marks on your neck.

there were thick, red marks around it, they looked painful. “maybe we should take you home baby. i’ll stay with you” he said, meeting your eyes. you nodded and he helped you up, you had a few cuts and bruises all over your body. it hurt to walk. Steve helped you all the way to the car and helped you get in. you were silent most of the way home. Steve sharing scared glances your way. you lent your head on his shoulder as he drove, everyone in the back trying to make their own conversation. you were home, you were safe, and you’d never been more thankful for Steve Harrington, the boy who saved your life.

#fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #joe keery imagines #joe keery characters #joe keery fandom #joe keery imagine #joe keery x reader #imagines #fanfic #prompts #blurbs #robin buckley #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle

[beautifulhigh]

I did not forget the results of the poll, my plan to post a reveal snippet last weekend was curtailed by my OTHER current project, namely my kitchen. Which now has a plumbed in sink!

ANYWAY

For those who are with me on this, here's the Super Secret FirstPrince fic which is, by the end of this post, not quite the Super Secret fic anymore...

Hope you're with me on this ride, and if you're not then no harm no foul just leave quietly so I don't have to be crushed by rejection. Because this one is really waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of my comfort zone and I'm still really nervous about it.

To the Keep Reading!

Alex woke to the soft click of the hotel room door. Apparently his security training was embedded deeper than he'd like because he was hauled from his sleep by the noise and the fact that the other side of the bed was empty.

So many things were wrong with this picture and so despite it still being dark out and probably insanely early he was wide awake.

"Henry?" he called, hoping that the noise he'd heard was actually the bathroom door.

He knew it wasn't but he checked anyway.

He pulled on his pants and slipped the room key into the pocket before moving out into the hallway. As they'd taken over the entire floor they didn't have security every other door as would normally have been merited. He looked left then right, only seeing Cash standing at the end by the elevators.

Cash, who accepted his family's request to move to their private security at the end of Ellen's second term. Cash, who relocated his whole life to New York when Alex moved up there and who dropped hints about getting to enjoy good BBQ when Alex and Henry started talking about Texas.

Cash, who had been there through every high and low of his relationship with Henry.

Cash, whose normally solid posture was broken by a single finger pointing down the corridor to his left.

Alex walked to the end of the corridor, tapping Cash's hand in a subtle low five gesture, before heading to the left. The rooms down here were either empty or used by the security team members who were taking the other shifts, but at the end was the reason why this floor had been favoured and requested: a small meeting room that they had been able to make use of to stay on top of official business.

"Have you said anything to him?" Alex heard Bea's voice coming from the other side of the door.

"And say what?" came Henry's reply. "How do I tell him?"

"You tell him," Bea said softly. "After everything you two have been through—"

"Exactly, Bea," Henry interrupted her. "After everything we have been through to get here, how do I tell him? 'Good morning, darling, did you sleep well, by the way we need to talk about the wedding'?"

"Hen—"

"God, I wish we'd never agreed to this."

"You don't mean that."

There was an awful silence, one Alex felt like lasted forever, before he heard Henry say, "I think I do. Sometimes I wish we'd never wrecked that damn cake."

"You need to talk to him."

"I don't want him to hate me."

"He loves you—" Bea started but Alex was startled from his eavesdropping by the sound of a door opening behind him in the corridor.

He turned quickly, too quickly, and there was a flash of movement and a second when he felt like he was falling before there was nothing.

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Alex woke up slowly as the light filled the room, rubbing a hand against his face. His arm ached a little as he lifted it, adding to the things that felt a little off. He ignored those thoughts, pushing back the covers and heading to the bathroom. Lifting the lid he started to pee, staring down blindly in front of him as he did so.

The voice in his head was a little louder, a little more insistent, and it wasn't until he was washing his hands that he finally noticed what it was trying to tell him.

Only one wash bag was on the unit: Henry's wasn't there.

He walked back out into the room, looking around for Henry's case but his was the only one there. The other side of the bed clearly hadn't been slept in and even though he knew what the result would be he still flung open the closet to find only one suit bag hanging there,

Panic rose in his chest as he reached for his phone on the side, pulling it free from the charger. As he did so his arm ached again and he instinctively rubbed it. His fingers ran against the raised line of skin and the physicality of it unlocked a memory for him.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to inspect the graze there.

It was only when he lifted his phone that all of the horrible, terrifying, impossible pieces fell into place.

One bag in the room, a graze on his shoulder.

His bare ring finger, engagement ring missing.

His lock screen, his childhood dog and not the photo of him and Henry and David.

The date on his lock screen with the calendar reminder already showing.

ROYAL FUCKING WEDDING – TODAY.

The time wasn't what he was focused on, but the date.

Friday, September 6 2019.

"What the fuck?" Alex repeated. 

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Reasons why this is bullshit

1. I do not live in some science fiction world or whatever and time travel is purely theoretical

2. So clearly this is a dream

3. A very vivid dream in which I can read and write. Apparently I shouldn't be able to read

4. What else can it be but bullshit?

#work in progress wednesday #writing jen is writing #firstprince #Jen's Super Secret FirstPrince fic #fic: masters of your own destiny #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry of wales #red white and royal blue #rwrb #otp: history huh

[elvensorceress]

Seven ??? Sentence Sunday

Tagged by 💕 @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @spotsandsocks @dickley-buddie

Tagging @messyhairdiaz @gaydisasterdiaz @megslovesbooks @masterminddiaz @ajunerose @eddiediazisascorpio @paxdracona @homerforsure @ashavahishta @jacksadventuresinwriting @hetrez @dearestdiaz​ 💕

more Eddie vs Feelings today? ( @alyxmastershipper @imeasyeitherway​ 💕) just a silly little thing lol

His mom still asks him from time to time if he’s seeing someone and tries not to look disappointed when Eddie answers, no. His sisters definitely pester him occasionally. But they’re his sisters. He’d be shocked if they didn’t tease him when they had the chance to. He only remembers Abuela and Pepa asking a few times if he had broken up with Ana yet, not about anything else. His dad never brings this kind of thing up though.

Is this his dad’s way of bringing it up? Because Eddie would really rather not talk about his love life or anything related. He’s not going to have another relationship like that. 

He has a good life. He loves his job, he has the most amazing group of friends and family, he has a better relationship with his parents now than he’s ever had, and he has a kind, hilarious, brilliant son who is growing into the best young man. 

So, that’s what he tells his dad. “I turned out fine. I’m happy.”

“Good.” His dad smiles warmly. “It’s wonderful seeing you so happy. And obviously in love. We always hoped you would find a man who would bring you happiness like this. I can’t tell you how many nights your mother prayed for you to finally allow yourself to fall in love. The kind of love we know you always wanted.”

“I—” Eddie starts but has nowhere to go. Or he has everywhere to go? His mother prayed for him to fall in love? His father thinks he’s in love? With a man? They think he’s always wanted to be? “I’m… in love? You think— why? Why would you think that’s the reason I’m happy?”

“Eddie,” his dad chuckles and shakes his head. “You don’t need to hide it. You talk about this man all the time. Christopher talks about him all the time. I know your — sorry, I don’t know what you call him — boyfriend? Domestic partner? I know he took care of you when you had a rough time early this year. You said he’s always been there for you. And you have this look anytime you mention him. Your mother says I used to look at her the same way, with nothing but hearts and stars in my eyes. Where you’re young and it’s new and you’re head over heels for each other and can’t think or talk about hardly anything else.” 

Someone Eddie talks about all the time. His partner who takes care of him. Who is also loved by Chris. 

His dad gives him an affectionate if not exasperated look when Eddie says nothing. “We’re very happy you finally found someone. Even my mother tells me how infatuated the two of you are and how devoted a parent he is to Christopher. I hope, someday soon, you might introduce us officially. To this man who is so important to you.” 

There are a lot of words and even more thoughts, but Eddie opens his mouth to say, you’ve already met. 

When we drove out to Texas on special assignment and stopped by for dinner on the way back. And Buck was completely charming and insisted on helping Eddie’s mom in the kitchen. He praised her cooking and generosity so much that she cupped his face and called him a kind son with a beautiful heart, and no one else knew, but Eddie knew that Buck very nearly dissolved into tears when she hugged him goodbye. But he also chatted all throughout dinner with Eddie’s dad like they were old friends who try to one up the other’s baseball trivia knowledge while laughing and drinking the whole night away. 

But Buck is like that. He’s friendly and enthusiastic and sweet. He loves people. He loves getting to know everyone he meets. He loves caring about what they care about. He’s never had a real family. And somehow, without saying a word, every single one of Eddie’s family members have known this and made it their mission to take Buck in and include him. 

It’s not even a question. It’s not a shock. It makes complete sense. He does talk about Buck a lot. Buck is a huge part of Eddie and Christopher’s lives. He’s special. Of course he’s important. It’s easy to see why someone might think they’re more than what they are. 

Because Buck is… he’s everything. The same way Chris is everything to him. The same way Eddie’s family is everything to him. And Eddie’s instinct is to correct the idea that his parents haven’t met Buck. Instead of refuting the idea that he’s… That Buck is… 

That Eddie is in love with Buck. 

And now all he can think is, what if it’s not wrong?  

#buddie #jenwyn fic #seven sentence sunday #we'll pretend this is seven sentences #math is hard #fic: eddie vs the feelings

[fallen-gabrielle]

people/critics saying that the mario movie isn't emotional driven or lack emotions are CLEARLY single children and/or have only one kid. Or if they have multiple kids, then i feel sorry for the children because there is nothing worse than having a parent raised as a single child and then trying to raise brothers and sisters at the same time. these people CANNOT understand the connection between siblings. therefore they cannot comprehend the pure emotion between the mario brothers in the movie, which is, BY THE WAY, extremely healthy and wholesome, something that we don't really see much in medias.

sure the mario movie isn't exceptionally revolutionary story wise but it shows what fraternal love is at its purest form. the real emotions in that movie were from mario and luigi's interaction and bond. you can feel how much they care for each other, by simply looking at their body language but also the things they do to cheer themselves up. luigi going to mario's room to reassure him that he isn't bringing his little bro down with him is such a sweet, real moment. when they're separated and mario is worried as fuck about luigi because they were never apart for this long hit me in my feels so hard you have no ideas.

maybe i am a little biased towards these kind of relationships/tropes, but i have a good reason to be. my sisters and i were separated from our mom when we were kids, and the social services also wanted to separate us sisters across the country at some point. we got lucky because we have the best mom in the universe, no joke no exaggeration, but even then there was still the threat that we could be split apart once again. luckily it didn't happen. but we learned to stick to each other and that family is an important value that medias don't fucking care about. i keep seeing tv shows where there's always the mean family member who annoys the protagonist or something, or that the "interesting" family dynamic in these shows is that they're toxic as fuck because haha, look they're not a perfect family after all, or whatever.

so i can tell you that seeing the mario brothers getting separated was painfully heartwrenching for me. sure i knew it was gonna happen, that was in the first trailers, but hey, the build up before that scene in the movie was awesome and made the scene even more painful to watch. and i can tell you that their reunion was the most beautiful scene in the whole movie. mario saves luigi from a certain death and when he looks at his little bro all safe and sound and the sheer relief on his face, i fucking cried man. they hugged so hard because they've been apart from each other and they needed that physical contact so badly. showing affection physically towards our brothers and sisters is completely normal and must be shown in medias. only sick weirdos would interpret it the wrong way, because they don't know about fraternal love. it's a sweet and natural love that exists and we need to talk about it. i can't exactly say my relationship with my sisters is that perfect idyllic love, but that's why it's so important for me to see a healthy relationship between brothers.

the mario movie was emotional, but just because it wasn't the emotions these idiots wanted it doesn't mean there wasn't any emotion in the movie. there was, and it's called fraternal love. you didn't feel it? then you don't value family as much as you think you do. fraternal love is real and i will not stand people shitting on it like it's nothing.

#fallen-gabrielle talks about something #mario movie #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #mario movie spoilers #fraternal love #bitch we need more of that

[britcision]

There’s been another round of the semi-constant “the kids these days don’t know their history” and 1) you know who you sound like

But also 2) the kids are being told that anyone over 19 who talks to them is a sicko and a pervert. How are they supposed to know when they don’t know what questions to ask?

And it’s being done so pervasively and so successfully that I gotta wonder if that isn’t the goal

Forcing a divide between queer kids and the queer adults who could support them and help them with the benefit of experience

The people who could teach them all this history and how we got to where we are

There’s a reason the US and Canadian governments have a long and ongoing history of stealing children from Indigenous families; if you want to remove a culture, you start with the kids

There’s this weird dual mindset now where young queers are acting like it’s both always been this safe to be out and queer, and that they’re the first ones doing anything for queer rights

They’re trying to reinvent the wheel and getting scolded by the older queers they’ve already been told are perverts because they’re no longer minors (and isn’t that a familiar rhetoric)

But what’s gonna happen to those teens on their nineteenth birthday, when they’re now the perverts if they keep hanging out with their same friend groups?

Are they gonna magically forget everything that told them older queers aren’t safe? Will they know how to navigate the world without the safety brand of “minor”?

(Fucking wild the first time I saw a baby queer use that in public, telling some creep they were a minor and to leave them alone. There were about 8 of us in the group and we just gently folded them back into the middle so creeper knew they weren’t out alone because holy shit that is dangerous.

The people who think harassing others on the street is fine and good really aren’t the people you should trust won’t be encouraged by finding out you’re a minor)

A good damn chunk of my queer friends are at least four years older than me and oh boy did they have a lot to put up with when I was 16-17

But they taught me our queer history, and things like why the leather daddies and kinksters will always have a place at Pride (we did not get this far without them and we’re not leaving anyone behind)

I learned a lot from having older friends, including things they weren’t trying to teach me just because I looked into stuff they casually talked about

And bear in mind, when I was that age queer rep was pretty much “oh and they’re brothers so no one ship them”, Brokeback Mountain, and Rocky Horror Picture Show

I’m over the moon that queer kids have so much more stuff to choose from now. We’re going to need more, because we always need more and there should never be a cap on the amount of rep any group needs

I’m just suspicious of the kind of discourse that tries to put lines down between members of the queer community

Again: we did not get here without every single group that fought and died under this umbrella. And we will lose everything we have if we start to leave people behind.

Being queer still isn’t safe for everyone, everywhere, and even where we’re relatively safe there are still people chomping at the bit to roll us all back and we don’t all fit in the closet anymore

Anyway, TL;DR: don’t trust anyone who tells you that they’re the only person you can trust and everyone else is dangerous, the only way to stop predators is to teach people about predatory behaviour, not “all predators are x”, and we all need to share our queer history in as open and approachable a manner as possible

#queer discourse #just a thought

[saturngalore]

So I did see a very big blogger say that they’re too triggered and exhausted by police brutality and watching our peers die, that they choose to not care and don’t have to. I was blown away by that. Yes, god, I am so tired of the problems we face in our country from being black but to show no empathy for others really saddens me. I truly thought some of my peers here were better than that. Seeing your post though restored my faith and I thank you for saying what I couldn’t put into words. A simple reblog for thousands of eyes to see is so important I don’t see how they don’t get it.

hi anon! sorry it took me awhile to respond bc i really wanted take extra time and thought for this. im glad that my post showed you that everyone not think and feel the same about sharing/supporting for palestine even though we may have the same racial/ethnic background. it’s honestly really disheartening but still frustrating to see other black simmers or just really some black people irl to kinda have that same reaction to what’s going on. i completely understand the suffocating trauma and feeling of hopelessness that comes with being black especially in america. not everyone who is black has the same trauma and i cannot speak for everyone especially those who may had a family member, friend or someone they knew affected by police brutality and/or lynching. the response to police brutality was to protect our peace, to take a break, and to prevent us from breaking down to point of not being able to fight against systemic oppression either alive or not. and that was understandable because stress and constantly being in fear about dying a senseless and brutal death for only being black heavily impacts our health both mentally and physically. im not trying to invalid that pain or experiences at all. and i never will.

but it just doesn’t feel right to me personally to turn away and stay silent about a literal genocide occurring right before us that is endorsed by our current president and is funded by american taxpayer dollars. even though im african american and a list of other marginalized identities, i still have the vital and basic privilege of being able to live with a roof over my head, a warm bed and shower, access to food and water when i need it, access to electricity to listen to music and be on my computer/phone, and so much more than many palestinians don’t have the opportunity to have right now. my mental health is not the best some days but waking up to see what’s going on in palestine every day for the past couple days have yet to drain me (this is probably another privilege) because it’s also the small and big moments of seeing palestine children smiling, journalists i have seen ever since this started still alive and reporting, people protesting all over the world via blockades and physical/financial boycotts. my experience during peak blm may have drained me emotional but the experience also radicalized me and made my activism or just simply my outlook on life more focused on love, community, nourishment, and a hopeful life without colonialism and imperialism. if i was more passive in engaging with geopolitical issues and just shut out the world around then i would be missing out on a lot of good things in this life.

i feel like there could be better ways to say this and maybe im just rambling on but there must be a balance between sustaining yourself as a person amid constant turmoil, violence, pain and death versus becoming complicit and silent just like those who oppress want us to be. every single one of us will not win or be free if silence is the only thing people can do to “protect our peace”. at the end of day, we owe it to the palestinians (as well as the congolese, haitians, sudanese, and many others who only ask that we speak up and care more).

#i know it sounds like im being harsh (im not) when i make posts about serious shit and i tell ppl to go to hell but this is really important #if you need im being too radical or ridiculous to simply ask others to reblog something about palestine #then you’re more than welcome to unfollow and block me i don’t need people like that around me and supporting me #think** #i really hope that these people realize that silence is not the answer and open their hearts to helping others #so sorry that this is long omg #🪐 speaking

[problematicfactive]

hi. im a dahmer factive. im here to talk about halloween. sorry if this ask is too mean or too blunt. i just don't have a place to put it.

i hate people who dress up as me for halloween. it feels gross to me. it feels disgusting, and to go out on a holiday that involves candy and kids dressed as a real serial killer fucks me up so bad. you never know where people who are affected by these things will be. you never know if theres someone related to a victim out there and yet they parade around dressed as me as if its a sick joke.

it just makes me so mad the lack of respect some people have.

- dahmer.

It depends sometimes I think. I have a friend who just happens to be blonde and wear glasses. He wanted to be a prisoner for Halloween.

I did make an attempt to warn him "Hey, people are going to think you're Dahmer" but he'd already gotten the costume so there wasn't really a lot that could be done for him. After thatit was just a point of assumption. Someone would ask him "what did you go to jail for" and occasionally the answer would be murder. I think the other answer he said he would give was arson but. To the people he answered murder, it's very plausible that they went on to think he was trying to be Dahmer. And you could argue that maybe it's that kids job to draw a separation if he knew he could get confused with Dahmer. I'd argue that it's Halloween and if a kid wants to say he went to prison for murder he should be able to. It's kind of on you to not make assumptions about people

Last year (I was not allowed to front) the host was on a quest to take as many pictures with as many people as possible. We got one with a guy. Just some dirty blonce white guy with that was a prisoner. I don't even think he even had glasses. The host was later told "that's Jeffrey Dahmer" and now that kid is like memorialized in most of our friends minds as the guy that was Jeffrey dahmer for Halloween that one year. But was he really or were we just making assumptions?

Of course, that's just the people you make assumptions on and I'm sure there are people who are loud about it. I've never met one though.

Ted asked me the other day how I felt about people being us for Halloween and I told him I'd never seen anyone dressed as him, but I never really answered the question. And I guess my answer is I don't think those people can be blamed. Between Dahmer, My Friend Dahmer, Dahmer: Monster - The Story or whatever it's called, and every single other story people have made to capitalize on Dahmer, the life of Jeffrey Dahmer had been rinsed, repeated, and shoved in people's faces over and over again.

I don't think the people who dress as Dahmer do so with intent of harming the victims or their families. I think they see him as this. Popular character. They don't have enough of a grasp on whats going on around them to see how people even today are still hurt by dahmer. Or any of those other serial killers that media companies have just turned into money makers.

I read something from a victims family member. She's tired of the adaptation after adaptation of Dahmer. She's tired of reliving her truama every time a new Dahmer story comes out. At this point, these adaptations aren't spreading awareness, they're grasping for money. They've almost normalized showcasement of serial killers through that, not just Dahmer, all of them. These halloween kids. They're just a product of that.

I think, in my opinion, I don't mind too much what people dress up as, I don't want to police that. But there is undoubtedly a lot of disrespect in costumes like these. These kids don't really realize the affects of what they're doing and that's where I blame the people who are writing these books and publishing these movies. They need to stop, they've done enough. And do say that as an introject of a serial killer formed from a movie just like those ones. I like that movie cause I like to see myself.

I'd rather it didn't exist and I didn't exist then have to putthe families through the truama they go through.

That's my opinion on it, it's still totally valid to not like those people and yk, you could say "well, other people who saw dahmer know better so these ones should too" and that's true. But there's always gonna be someone. Had that most recent dahmer show not released though, I don't think a lot of people would recognize someone being Jeffrey Dahmer.

People might confuse someone being Gacy for a clown. But if a new movie about Gacy came out and got Dahmer popularity, people might start confusing EVERY clown for Gacy.

Its a shitty circumstance to be in,definitely, especially if you're introjected from him. Hopefully by next year there won't be any more dahmer hype

#askers experience

[sweetlyocs]

In A Dream The New Cut

synopsis: Dream feels like home again

note: enjoy your surprise everyone, and it’s less than 1k words

Fans sat cooing as they watched the members of Dream speak about each other, many taking note of the VCR recording showing moments of music videos that featured Zhouxia. Watching with sparkling eyes the theatre crowd let out a collective cry as Haechan leant forward and tucked a piece of long brown hair into place on the only female member of NCT.

The screams became deafening as she laid a soft kiss on the boys hand as he walked away,

Ah, now I get why Jisungie said it felt weird. Hello, I am NCT Dream Zhouxia, I missed you. I feel like right now I’ve walked into my home and you can hear the sound of laughter and it just smells like your favourite place you know?

She smiled and shook her head as the scene cut to them practicing for the show. Voices overlapped each other and music played through speakers as you could see sweat forming on the boys. You could clearly see the girl recording them on a phone at times and at others counting the beats as they danced without music but sadly her not joining in.

Why am I not on stage? There was a lot of things that led to a really hard time with the members… And it took me so long to even think I was worthy of any kind of love from them with a lot of what happened.

She looked down as she heard her own voice waver and tears built up, so strongly you could see the glassy look through the camera,

I will always be there cheering them on but I think that for these shows I was okay with just waiting a little longer, I don’t think I was ready to be on stage but I felt ready to come home again.

Her laughter rang through the speakers as she watched them practice on the stage, catching the eye of Renjun as he moved away from an overexcited Chenle, opening her arms as he walked closer the two stood holding onto the other as she brought out an electric fan from her back pocket of her shorts and fanned him as he closed his eyes,

Xia, sighed Jaemin as he looked into the camera, Xia was the reason that Dream was formed. Mark kept us strong but she made us a team. She always knew what to say, she worried the most about all of us. I remember, Jeno laughed as he began to smile at the memory, I remember when we were preparing for chewing gum, she would show up to practice with a new flavour and she would make a game out of a lot of things because we were always so worried and scared.

Everyone always said that as the leader of Dream it was up to me to help everyone but I honestly think, like with complete honesty, that we only became so close because we had someone like Zhouxia. Mark shook his foot as he tried to think of what to say, Yeah… we are Dream because we were loved so strongly by her. We were made to be a team but because of her we became a family, nodded Jisung as he smiled looking at the camera lens.

You could see the staff yelling for everyone to get in position for the next number, but as each of them passed Zhouxia they leant down so she could place a gentle kiss on their cheek and each of them nodded as they walked off. The camera cut to her watching the stage rise as cheers filled the ears of the silent theatre, a single tear captured rolling down her cheek as she nodded to herself and closed her eyes.

I remember when Mark was talking about his graduation and we never thought that all of us would be able to be a whole group again and I remember him speaking about so many fears and that’s when I wrote the last line of Dear Dream. Because no matter what we do or where we go or who we promote with, Dream is forever. Dream is that constant star that will never burn out or fade away and we will always love you czennie and we know that you will always love us. Nodding she blew a kiss as she let out a gentle laugh to mask the emotions that were coming to the surface.

The theatre cheered as the next VCR appeared with them all standing together in white, so many fans felt their hearts gluing back together as they watched them all walking and standing together. The promise weighing largely in the rooms around the world, the smiles that were shared were so full of love that fans couldn’t help but smile too.

As the credits in the theatre began to roll, Mark’s ending of Dear Dream had an extremely light overlay of Zhouxia twirling around and smiling at the camera. The movie ending with a final cut of her reaching out her hand waiting for someone to grab hold as her eyes lit up with a spark that a lot of dreamzens hadn’t been able to witness in years.

#zhouxia.wayv #kpop female addition #kpop extra member #nct 24th member #nct female member #nct female addition #kpop oc #wayv 8th member #wayv extra member #wayv female member #nct extra member #nct added member #nct dream #nct dream extra member

[ask-aces-future-warners]

CW for mentions of:

Use of substances by Minors

Possible disordered eating

Transphobia/homophobia/aphobia

Body shaming/fatphobia

So, this is a darker post than I'd usually make for this AU but I wanted to go a little more into the Warners backstory and how they ended up where they are now.

I really hope you'll understand that these are all serious topics. and I wanted to share some things I have in my brain about this au.

please tell me if I got anything wrong or portrayed something wrong or potentially insensitive.

So. When they were cast they were 14(Y), 11(W) & 10(D) respectively. And the studio never expected the show to reach the success it did. So they ordered 4 more seasons and a movie. In which the siblings were supposed to look the same age as they did during the first season.

Yakko had it the easiest. But even then he had it awful.

Wakko was constantly scolded by their mother (Whilma) and yelled at by their Father (Artie) about their weight gain due to being the "eating stuff guy" on the show (and having a metabolism that makes it easier for them to have body fat build up.

Dot had it the worst. She'd been 10. And they'd wrapped filming when she was 15-16. During that time she'd been forced into diets and prescribed hormone blockers to delay her body development which ended up causing more issues to her over the years. One of which is the knowledge she'd never really be able to have her own kids, which was what she wanted for a while,

They all fell into different kids of addiction.

For Yakko Artie basically pressured him into starting to drink at 16, he was told it would help with the pain of constant takes and scenes and he was told it made him funnier. He only really stopped because he was left with Abby. She was what got him to stop. He knew what it was like to have crummy drunk parents.

Wakko fell into smoking. It all started with some less than responsible cast/crew members who'd given a 14 year old Wakko a try as they were told it made them appear cool. Which is all Wakko wanted. To be able to be seen as cool. It was a long time before they stopped for good. They'd tried after Yakko gained custody of them and Dot. But they just started again. They kept trying to drop the habit but they never could. But eventually they were able to fully drop it. With the help of their found Family and friends.

Dot tried her best to make her parents and the studio happy. She'd started with just dieting. Then she'd start fully avoiding meals. And she fell into a not so great part of the crew who'd suggested she start taking certain meds to help keep her looking young. Once Yakko gained custody he tried to help fix both his siblings relationship with food. Eventually they both started eating what their body needed. What they we're able to handle. And by Abby's birth Dot was 3 years clean of any drugs she had taken

As some tween/teen stars of the time the Warner's dating lives were debated. Yakko was the one who had the most public relationships. Whether he wanted it or not. Over the years he kept trying to keep his dating life quiet. Due to multiple of his partners being flamed by news and his fans. He also faced many homophobic comments through the media, the studio he worked for and his own parents. Over the hught of his stardom he'd dated a couple other guys and Artie FLIPPED OUT. when he saw his son was dating a boy. This all made Yakko fall deeper into the bottle. Dot was criticized (think like Taylor Swift level dating criticism) for the amount of people she'd been dating. While her brother was called "a hearthrob" or "a playboy" while Dot was labeled "a Slvt" or "serial dater" even though they were both only kids. Wakko was the one who got the most criticism. They'd never had a public relationship (to outsiders knowledge) they'd never even had a single one (as they're Aroace) so they were called "self absorbed" and "broken" Wakko felt broken. They never had the feelings their Siblings talked about when in interviews. Wakko always got quieter during those portions.

over the years Wakko had started wanting to present more as a girl. Neither parent approved it. They called them weird. And creepy. (All those Fun transphobic terms used to talk about Trans women) which caused more issues for Wakko.

Thank you to how ever many of you made it through this. I'll get back to posting nice & happy fluff soon don't worry.

Though I might draw parts of this for a visual rep of the traumas these kids went through

#READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS' #READ THE CW #animaniacs #animaniacs ask blog #animaniacs au ask blog #older warners au #ask blog #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner

[wellpresseddaisy]

Hubert Prewett Makes an Entrance part 6

Minerva wished so much that she could call for the other house heads to meet her in her office, but she dutifully ignored the temptation. Let Albus have his surprise, for once. He hadn’t been able to give them such a nice one in absolutely ages. In any case, they all used the time before students arrived to finish planning and perhaps have a nap, fortifying nerves against the onslaught of noise in the Great Hall. The opening feast was not for the faint of heart, especially with so many children whose voices hadn’t yet dropped all screeching over one another.

Sometimes she really wondered at the utility of a great, high-ceilinged space. Wouldn’t smaller, lower-ceilinged dining rooms be more comfortable to one’s hearing? They’d certainly go through fewer headache relievers and nerve tonics. And they was just for the teaching staff. Poor Aurora just couldn’t cope with noise like that.  

The castle didn’t lack for space. Minerva felt sure she could wrangle something for those students who hated bellowing at their neighbors. She probably ought to do something about the OWL and NEWT student dormitory arrangements in Gryffindor, as well. How well she remembered feeling as if she’d cheerfully murder everyone in the tower for five minutes of quiet.

Hogwarts could probably manage private study rooms. Did Ravenclaw already have them? She’d have to ask. She knew Slytherin did — Severus could be appallingly smug about the superiority of Slytherin’s dormitory arrangements. She shook her head over that as she arranged tea things on her desk. She might wish for the fortification of a single malt, but tea would have to suffice. They’d gather after dinner and introductions for a digestif and a good gossip over the additions to their houses. She could wait until then.

Bugger it. She’d have to spend a year listening to Pomona bemoaning the staff room after dinner coffee yet again. She never did take one’s suggestion to make it her bloody self. For some reason, the elves who waited on the staff room never learnt to make proper coffee. They had a way with a liqueur and made heavenly tea, but coffee was beyond them.

Sometimes she blamed that odd elf who’d spent some time in the kitchen oh, ages ago now. He’d worked at one of those bizarre Kellogg’s facilities in the states at some point and had Ideas about proper food. Grater, he’d called himself. Poor fellow took it hard when whole grains and no sugar had no appreciable effect on teenage libido. Albus found him a lovely place, though, in that vegetarian rest cure home in Scunthorpe. The quality of coffee took a direct hit with his arrival and never quite recovered.

Minerva startled, sloshing tea into her saucer, at a sharp tapping on the widow. She set the mess down and went to it, opening the owl pane for a ruffled looking bird. It hopped through, fluffed itself to tidy up, and held out an imperious foot. Minerva smiled and took the attached letter.

“Thank you very much. Would you like to rest or were you asked to wait?” She gestured at the perch she kept for visitors.

The owl hooted at her and hopped back out the window by way of answer.

“Well then.” She closed the pane and went to her desk, absently waving her wand at the sloppy teacup to tidy it as she sat.

Dear Deputy Headmistress:

It has come to my attention that a long-lost member of my family is on his way to Hogwarts. His father has fully apprised me of the situation, but I do not wish to wait until the winter holidays to meet the boy. I will arrive tomorrow morning with his father. Please let Hubert and his cousins know to expect my arrival.

Might I have use of an empty classroom? There are family matters which must be discussed immediately. In addition to that, I may take Hubert out of school for a few hours if his wardrobe is not adequate. I have good reason to believe it will not suffice.

I look forward to seeing you again, Professor McGonagall. You were always a delight to have in my class.

If you wish to help an old woman have some fun, you may want to keep my incipient arrival to yourself.

With sincere thanks,

Muriel, Dowager Prewett

Minerva read the letter again. She smiled, slow and feline, and just stopped herself from racing out the door to share the news with Severus. She’d let him know this evening that he could expect some fun upon the morning. He so rarely got to enjoy anything during the school year. Slytherin always had been a house that required a good deal of attention.

---------------------------------------------------

“Will I fit in, dressed as I am?” Granger asked. “We…my parents and I…got the impression that Hogwarts was just a bit more conservative than even the old public schools but the uniform would be all right. Now, though…my clothes certainly don’t look like yours, Bulstrode.”

Bulstrode, Malfoy, and Longbottom shared a look.

“You don’t look like you’re from the magical world, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bulstrode answered carefully, booting Malfoy in the ankle again. “The uniforms were copied from a non-magical school, I believe.”

“I am going to bruise,” Malfoy complained.

“We’ll get you a nice bruise balm when we arrive,” Bulstrode patted his knee. “Magical clothes look different, Granger. If you prefer skirts then they should be longer. Did you purchase the whole uniform or just the closed work robes?”

“Professor McGonagall told us to get the uniform,” Granger said, drawing her brows down. “Should it have been the closed robes?”

“That’s what just about every magical born student will purchase. We’re used to something like that over our other clothes. Do you sew?” Bulstrode sounded thoughtful.

Granger opened her mouth to answer and shut it again at a knock on the compartment door. Ron, who sat closest, slid the door open to reveal a girl on the other side.

“Is Millicent Bul—Mills I’ve been looking simply everywhere for you!” She managed to flounce in place.

Hugh never saw someone manage that before. Not without looking an idiot, anyway.

“Hello, Pansy. Would you like to come in? I think we have room,” Millicent smiled fondly at her.  

Everyone shifted at that to make some space. Hugh wondered if the compartments were magic, too, because it seemed like the space grew just enough to accommodate the girl.

“This is Pansy Parkinson. We’ve known each other for ages.” Bulstrode stood to make introductions. “Pansy, this is Ron Weasley, Hugh Prewett, and Hermione Granger. You know Draco. Oh, and Percy Weasley is in the corner pretending he isn’t here.”

“We just found Hugh this morning. If he disappears before we get to Hogwarts my Aunt Muriel might murder me,” Percy explained. “It’s very nice to meet another first year, Miss Parkinson.”

“It’s lovely to meet all of you.” Parkinson sat by Bulstrode. “I am in desperate hope that you’re all inclined to sensible conversation. I’ve been in with Daphne Greengrass, Cecily Gotobed, and Hillary Althorpe and it’s been nothing but split ends and how do my robes look from the back since we sat down.”

“Er, we were discussing Granger’s wardrobe,” Malfoy admitted. “Not how they look from the back, though.”

“Only because I wasn’t born in the magical world and we were told the uniforms would be fine. I’m not so sure now,” Granger added.

“That’s a much more sensible conversation than twittering on about Harry Potter and they hoped he’d be ever so handsome. Wretched. If I were him I would be tutored at home. Well, stand up a moment Granger, please?”

Hugh hid a grin at Parkinson’s brisk tone. He thought he might like her, once he got to know her a bit better. Granger stood and turned about when Parkinson told her to.

“You don’t look tragic, at least,” Parkinson decided, after a moment of quiet. “You know what colors suit, which helps a great deal. Do you think your parents would mind us outfitting you properly?”

“Well…” Granger stopped to think. “I don’t think so. They weren’t entirely sure of the uniforms either, but we hadn’t much time if we wanted to have enough for the book store. It was an extremely busy day.”

“We’ll have to take you around London if it’s bookstores you’re after.” Draco sounded more than a bit excited himself. “You’ll probably adore Hatchard’s. Flourish’s might have told them to have a look out for you. They do that sometimes.”

“Oh, you have Hatchard’s too?” Hermione looked to go off into transports of delight.

“It’s all very exciting, I’m sure. We’ll…we can plan an excursion over the winter holiday.” Pansy cut off further discussion of bookstores. “Does Prewett need some help as well?”

“I reckon Aunt Muriel’s going to visit tomorrow. She’ll do whatever needs done.” Ron smiled at her. “I wouldn’t like to be the one who pipped her to the post.”

“In that case, we can concentrate on Granger.” Pansy produced a thick catalog seemingly from nowhere. “Although it might be a good idea to have a look through, Prewett. That way you’ll know what you’re looking at.”

“Where…” Hugh broke in, staring. Even with all the magic of Diagon, he hadn’t seen anything like that.

“Oh, yes. Mother got me a pocket with expansion charms and places for me to store my ink and quills and everything,” Pansy explained. “I had to beg ever so hard for it but once I convinced Mother that a book bag would make me round-shouldered she gave in. Aunt Aggie approving of it probably made the difference, but I like to think I’m persuasive.”

“I expect those sorts of pockets won’t work with the uniform, will they?” Granger asked.

“Not as they are now, no,” Bulstrode answered. “We could take a pocket off, though, and make it a pocket slit instead if your parents don’t want to re-outfit you. I think I need to ask mother if she’d mind sending me one of those pockets, too.”

“Mother didn’t like it because the pockets are keyed to one person and she’s a snoop. Aunt Aggie said I was due a little privacy in my life so of course mother had to give in.”

“Could anyone get something like that?” Hugh asked, making a note about pockets. “Or is it only for girls? Witches?”

“Witchcraft and Wizardry are magical paths, Prewett, not…sexes.” Longbottom went slowly pink as he spoke. “And there are plenty of folk who wear skirted robes. All kinds of clothes are normal here.”

“So there isn’t really girls’ clothing and boys’ clothing?” Hugh made some notes, frowning.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that?” Longbottom didn’t sound terribly sure of himself. “Er…like you might wear a full-skirted kirtle or houppelande that non-magicals might see as girls’ styles, but you probably wouldn’t wear Granger’s uniform if you were brought up magical. I don’t think there are any hard rules, though. Not that I’ve heard Gran complaining about, anyway.”

“My Aunt Aggie mostly wears suits with trousers because she likes them best. She says clothing divisions are made up nonsense. Once you get out of periods where everyone wore long tunics and things like that it gets murkier. I don’t think I’ve seen any boys dressing like Millicent does, but it isn’t as if there’s a rule.” Pansy tapped her chin with the magazine, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve just had such a good idea!”

“Is it likely to get us all into trouble?” Granger asked.

Bulstrode looked approvingly at her. “Knowing Pansy, yes.”

“I don’t think we’d be breaking any rules…or hardly any. What if Prewett and Granger switched uniforms? They’re about the same size? Please? I never get to be the mastermind of anything fun,” Pansy wheedled.

“I suppose I could say that I was told to get the uniform and no one told me which one,” Hugh spoke slowly, thinking it through. “I was alone for the fitting and I don’t think anyone would remember, really.”

“By the time Madame Malkin got to me everyone else had gone on to wands,” Hermione admitted. “And she only had a few minutes to fit everything before the next group was scheduled. One of the parents in my group asked so many questions that it put everyone behind.”

“Neither of you have to do anything you don’t want to,” Ron spoke decidedly. “It would be funny, but not if it’ll make you uncomfortable.”

Percy snored ostentatiously from his corner.

“Of course we wouldn’t want you doing anything that you’d hate,” Pansy agreed, looking a bit crestfallen. “Only if you think it’s funny.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Hugh said. “It would be a bit funny and it wouldn’t be hurting anyone. Would think me and Granger are taking the mickey about magical culture, though?”

“They likely would,” Malfoy agreed. “People can be terribly sensitive about it, you know? If they see you make an effort and you get it a bit wrong, that’s one thing. You arriving in Granger’s uniform before they know you won’t make a good first impression.”

“Well, we can forget my brilliant idea, then.” Pansy flopped onto Millicent’s shoulder.

“What about just Granger in trousers?” Hugh asked. “Me in a skirt might put them out, but what about Granger wearing an extra pair of my trousers?”

“No one said I had to wear a skirt,” Granger said. “I just asked for the Hogwarts uniform and they gave me one.”

“Would you mind wearing trousers?” Malfoy asked. “And do sit up, Pansy. We can think about it for Guy Fawkes’ or something like that. Perhaps the Feast of All Fools would be better?”

“Alright.” Pansy straightened up. “I’m sure we can come up with a better plan before either of those days. Something really sensational!”

“Right, so I’ll wear Prewett’s extra pair of trousers and—”

“Granger, if you’re going to wear my clothes you could probably call me Hugh,” he interrupted. “And if we’re going to be scheming together, then we should all be on a first name basis.”

“Dunno what our dads are going to say about it, Draco, but I think I’d like it.” Ron stood and offered his hand to Draco, swaying with the movement of the train.

“I said I wanted to be my own person,” Draco reminded himself. He stood and took Ron’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ron. I intend to be quite a different person from my father.”

“This is all very nice, but could someone please explain about the branches of magic? We can dissect my wardrobe later,” Hermione pleaded with the compartment in general. “That information wasn’t anywhere I looked!”

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