#probably won't get sick until like november?' and as it turns out i get sick within the first week and this is another

[tardis--dreams]

Choosing to suffer instead of taking medication for my cold symptoms because i don't think there's an equivalent medicine available here and i must limit my intake to one tablet a day to make it through the 4 months here

#nothing worse than a cold #not bad enough to be 'bad' #but ✨️uncomfortable✨️ #my least favorite way to feel #like pms #not as debilitating as cramps but somehow worse #(but please don't let the cold get worse i can't afford to miss any classes in the beginning of the semester already lmao) #like #love how i wanted to take more cold medicine with me but thought 'oh well #probably won't get sick until like november?' and as it turns out i get sick within the first week and this is another #proof that i never should not play it safe #(and yes i want exactly this combination of meds #or alternatively just that one substance alone but that's not sold here nor back home #and they only have it in combination with stuff that makes me tired and feel terrible #and i need to feel Awake and Alert! goddammit :(( ) #void screams

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.5 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: We need to talk. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 24: Peace of Mind

10:00 November 24th, 1976

You waited for the girls to fall asleep and used a combination of spells to sneak out without being noticed. Lily had changed your bandages before bed and you had gladly let her, Sirius’ words reverberating in your head as she did “ Don’t be so stubborn and let us help!”

Perhaps you’d have to use those same words with Remus later on. Little after telling him you were sorry for hurting him so bad and asking him to please not hate you for the rest of his life. As you walked towards the infirmary with the disillusionment charm, the same charm you had used so often since you arrived at Hogwarts that you had pretty much mastered it. Your charm was almost as deceiving as James’ invisibility cloak, logically you knew it’d never match its greatness, but you could definitely get close.

At least enough to sneak past Peeves who was busy rearranging all the portraits on one of the halls so they were all upside down, you heard the paintings complain as he shook them about for good measure. You winced, I wouldn’t want to be any of those portraits, you thought, but continued on your way to the infirmary. As you walked you pulled the sleeves of your quidditch sweater over your hands, the temperature had dropped a little that night and you felt a stark contrast between the cold you felt then and how hot you had felt earlier in the passages with Sirius, you flushed a little when the images came back you your mind, the hunger you had felt had been so overwhelming it felt like a dream. 

You took another breath, still feeling cold. Was being sensible to temperature changes also because of the bit of lycanthropy running through your system at that point? Did poor Remus have to deal with them so often? Maybe that was why he always carried around some kind of sweater, in case it got chilly and he felt it a little more strongly than the rest. 

Once you arrived at the big infirmary doors you looked at them for a minute and waited, taking a deep breath as you stared. You had gotten word that Pomfrey usually retired to her chambers at 11:30 PM, after curfew and once she made sure all the children in the infirmary –if there were any– had fallen asleep. Her chambers were close enough so she could rush back in, in case of an emergency with the children, and she had some house elves check on the children often. 

You were thankful you had made friends with Myrtle since she had been the one to provide you with so much detailed information. Information that she had eavesdropped out a couple of years ago when Sirius, James and Peter were planning how to get into the infirmary since no one allowed them to visit Remus. 

You had also gone to talk to Numbletwist earlier that day, to try and figure out if there would be any elves in the infirmary that night. She shook her head, telling you that they were often called off when students got sick around the full moon. She said it was probably because Poppy liked to stay extra attentive of things. You had nodded and thanked her profusely for the information. Scurrying away with the excuse of needing to rest before she asked why you wanted to know. 

You heard a bit of rattling and then one of the doors opened up, she walked outside, using her wand to illuminate her path, and you sneaked in and hid behind one of the beds, even if you still had the disillusionment charm, you knew it was better safe than sorry. And Poppy definitely had better eyesight than most witches her age. She turned off the rest of the lights in the infirmary and closed the door behind her, but you stayed crouching behind the bed. 

You stood there, breathing steady as you slowly pushed yourself up to peer over the bed and check whether Remus was asleep or awake. He seemed to be waiting for Poppy to leave too, since a couple of minutes later he lifted himself up, accommodating a pillow and pulling his wand out. He used Lumus to see better as he looked through the drawer of his night table, grabbing onto a book and settling it over his lap. 

Great, Remus really had no plan to sleep soon then, you shrank into Vixen and walked over to Remus, sneaking in below his bed and onto the other side, where you could keep an eye on the door just in case. Once you manage to collect your thoughts you sprung back into human form. Remus jumped from his spot in the bed when you appeared out of nowhere. 

“Sorry to startle you,” you whispered with a bit of a frown, regret evident in your tone. 

“Little Witch?” he asked as he blinked a couple of times, trying to decipher if the way the low blue light from the stars and the waning moon shone behind your figure was all part of a dream or whether you really were there again. In truth, he had smelled you minutes earlier, but he assumed perhaps he was just picking up your scent from the chocolates you kept bringing over, or he was so drudged with potions that he was now smelling you like you really were there. And it wouldn’t be uncommon, he had dreamed of you so often lately that you standing there might really just be yet another one. But the way the light cast a halo behind you was too realistic to be part of his imagination “What are you doing here?” 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said simply. 

Remus stiffened and froze as if he had seen a basilisk, but then shook his head “I wasn’t�� I didn’t–” 

“–It’s ok,” you cut him off “I get it, I understand why you wouldn’t want to see me, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry I was stubborn and I’m sorry I jinxed you and I’m sorry I had the Whomping Willow throw you to the side and I’m sorry Prongs had to gore you, several times because I couldn’t run fast enough and I’m sorry I–“ 

Remus reached for your hand, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt a small shock of electricity, “hey!” he said softly “I wasn’t avoiding you because I’m angry at you.” 

Remus’ hand was warm and soft, not as soft as Sirius’ but not as tough as you imagined it would be. “Then why?” 

“I– I thought you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore,” he admitted, his hand on yours tightening “After the moon I was terrified the reason you’d come to see me was… to say goodbye. Because the friend that you thought you had was a monster, and because I couldn’t control myself as a wolf and because I’m bIoody dangerous to be around.” 

That was the second time Remus called himself a monster in front of you, you’d have none of it, “Remus,” you said, leaning in a little closer “You’re not a monster.” 

“I’m pretty sure werewolves fit in the category damn nicely,” he responded bitterly. 

“I give three fucks if they fit in the monster category, in the extra dangerous being category or in the beasts section of the library. You, Remus. My Remus, are not a monster.” 

Perhaps Remus would have realised the way you had used his name had it not been with how wrapped up in his own head he was “I could’ve killed you.” 

“You didn’t.” 

He averted your gaze “Could’ve bitten you. That’s what the wolf wanted, you know? To bite you. To turn you.” 

“But you didn’t,” you insisted. “And even if you had, we would’ve found a way to deal with it.” 

“Like how? After a bite there’s no way back, trust me, I would know.” 

“I didn’t say we’d find a way to revert it, I said we’d deal with it. Remus, I’d rather be a werewolf than lose you.” 

“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m awful.” I’m crushing on your boyfriend, and on you for fucks sake, he thought “You’d be better off–“

You wouldn’t let him finish that phrase “–don’t bullshit me like that,” you said sternly “There isn’t a bIoody universe in which I’d be better off without you, on which any of us would. Not one!” 

“But I hurt you. Even as you ran, I chased behind you and then I dug my claws on–“ 

“–It was a scratch.”

“Stop cutting me off, damn it!” he spat, a little annoyed. “And it wasn’t a scratch, Peter told me how you shivered all night.” 

“Well then stop saying stupid shit and I will stop cutting you off!” you responded exasperated.  Then you sighed, placing one of your hands on your temple. The hand that wasn’t glued to Remus’ “freaking little Wormtail ratted me out.” you mumbled.  

“I literally kept pushing until my claws broke your soft skin, Moony could have broken your arm.” 

“I would have survived.” 

“You don’t know that!” 

“Remus. You can’t make decisions for me,” you said slowly “I knew you were a werewolf for a couple of weeks before this happened, and I never even once considered to stop being your friend.” 

“That was before…” 

“And it’s the exact same thing now,” you responded with a thin smile. “I don’t care if you’re a werewolf, I don’t care if Moony scratched me and made me hungry, and sensitive to temperatures and thirsty. I don’t care if my arm hurts or if I have to change my bandages every couple of hours and add more of Lily’s magic mixture or take painkillers. And that’s because, no matter what, you’re still Remus, and I wouldn’t want you to be any different,” you gave his hand a squeeze “I’m not gonna let you push me away because you’re terrified I might be scared of Moony.”

“But you were terrified of me! The nightmares, the boggart, the…” 

“That was before I met Moony.” 

“What?” 

“He’s beautiful Remus, you’re beautiful.” 

“What?!” he repeated, a little louder now. 

You took a deep breath “Yes, the nightmares, the beast. I was scared because a huge thing chased after me, squashing me and throwing me around countless times. But Remus, I had never gotten to see it, not really, I was too busy running away from it to pay attention. Did you know he has your eyes?” Your kind eyes, you thought. “The golden specks that are more present near the moon? I could see them, and I wasn’t scared anymore.” 

“And that was dumb, leaving my wand on the ground–“ 

“–I said I would stop interrupting if you stopped with the stupid comments.” 

“It’s the truth.” 

You wanted to argue, but it really had been a stupid thing to do, you had been so mesmerised by the wolf, that perhaps you really weren’t thinking straight. Not that it would be expected, especially after everything you had gone through previous to that. “Fine then, one part brave, three parts fool, I’m a Gryffindor after all. Regardless, I’m not scared of Moony, not anymore, not now I know It’s you.” 

“That’s stupid too,” he added, you could feel a slight change in his tone, he was a lot more relaxed now, he’s joking, you realised.

“Well you have a very stupid friend, get over it,” you joked with a smile, “Are you going to stop avoiding me now?” 

Remus sighed “How could I abandon my potions partner?” he asked, a small smirk drawing itself on his lips. 

You chuckled, your hands, the ones that were still intertwined with each other, dangled as your shoulders shook, “That’s the spirit,” you said, your sight flickering towards his hand, and the way it held yours. You brushed your thumb gently over a particularly thick scar on the back of his hand. Remus shivered, but you were so cold you assumed it was for the same reason that you would, werewolves were clearly more sensible to temperature.

“Your hand is very cold,” he said as he tightened his grip. 

“It’s freezing here,” you responded, “you feel it too, don’t you? You shivered.”

He cleared his throat “Yeah,” he lied “kinda cold.” 

“Your hand’s nice and warm tho,” you acknowledged. 

“I had it under the covers,” he lied again. He wondered why you hadn’t separated your hands, not because he wanted you to do it, but rather because he was dreading the moment you did, “how’s the arm?” He asked, nodding towards it. 

You shrugged, “It’s healing… your ribs? I broke them didn’t I?”

“It was the Whomping Willow.”

“Yeah, the tree, and my carefully executed plan.”

That had him shaking his head in amusement “How did you know it would work?” 

You swallowed, you could lie and say you used maths or highly advanced magic to calculate things to the tea, but enough secrets had been held between you and Remus already “I didn’t,” you admitted “The idea just came to me and I used my instinct to know when to jump.” 

“You’re insane,” he said with a shake of his head, he was half pissed, half amused you had managed to pull it off “and brilliant.”

You frowned, a small smile playing on your lips “I’ll take that as a compliment,” there was a silence and you leaned in to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to hurt the boy as you sat, your head still turned to him “Tom said you’d be out tomorrow.” 

“Is that how you found out I was avoiding you?” he asked with an arched eyebrow. 

You nodded “Yeah, that and Poppy looking at me so pitifully, even Sirius seemed like he was suspicious after a while.” 

He winced “Sorry ‘bout that… But yeah, she said I could leave tomorrow, she kept me here tonight just in case.” 

“Well, thank Godric she did, this would’ve been an awkward conversation to have in front of the boys,” you teased “especially when I didn’t even let you speak.” 

“I was being twat.” 

“Yeah, you were,” you agreed, a small teasing smile on your face. He scooted slightly to the side to give you more space to sit, then pulled your hand so you moved in a little bit more. 

There was silence, a rather comfortable one, but Remus broke it, he was now rubbing circles on your hand “You were here when Pomfrey gave me the Skellegro,” he said, and then turned his gaze to you “Weren’t you?” 

You nodded “Sirius and Lily brought me over for dittany and silver dust, the scratch wasn’t healing until Lily made some a paste.” 

“So you were bleeding all night…” he said, guilt filling his expression. 

You sighed “It’s fine, I heal fast.” 

Remus looked to the side, barely spotting the bruise on your neck “Is that from when they…?” he asked, pointing towards it. 

You opened your eyes wider and pulled the collar of the sweater you were wearing up, blushing at the memory of Sirius kissing your neck as he had you flushed against the stone wall of one of the passageways “Um… I… no it’s…” 

Remus understood a sour expression playing on his face that he masked with disgust “Ugh you and Pads are gross.” 

You hit him on the arm playfully “As if you’d never done it,” you chastised “Oh.. by the way, what’s with you and Alice?” you asked with an arched eyebrow and a suggestive smile. 

Remus felt a pang in his chest, the cause was in the way you’d asked, so casually and playfully. You were clearly teasing him, and also clearly not into him. And then he cursed himself for feeling jealous, of course, she’s not into me, she’s into Sirius, her boyfriend. “We… I mean…” how the fuck do I tell her we’re only having fun without sounding like an ass? It's not like I can tell her I’m using Alice as a distraction, that’d be way worse. 

“You’re not in love with her, are you?” you asked, with a rather apprehensive tone. 

“Does that make me an asshole?” 

You shook your head “I’m sure she’s not in love either,” you said with a sigh “Todd told me she likes to have fun and then… Well, I don’t think that makes her a bad person per se, as long as she’s honest about it.” 

“She is,” he reassured, “she’s fun too.” Remus wasn’t sure fun was a very accurate description, not even close to distracting, but it seemed like the right thing to say. 

“That’s good. You deserve to have fun,” you said with a smile “Though I’m sure you’d easily find someone for a deeper connection if you were looking for it.” 

Remus scoffed, shaking his head “Yeah sure, until they find out I’m a monst–“ 

“–We’re not going to keep calling you that, Remus,” you interrupted. “And I think they would. Just think about it, all of the people who know are still there for you, no matter what. We’re here, and if someone really loved you, they would be there for you too. And if they weren’t then they don’t deserve you.” He gave you a look of disbelief “Honest, if I were dating you, and then I found out. Even if I had gone through the same thing I went through that night, I’d still date you.”

Remus wasn’t sure whether to be happy or cry at your statement “But you’re dating Sirius.” It was almost bitter the way he said it, but it slipped past you.

“Well duh, but hypothetically, I’d love you either way. And I mean, how many people can say they’re dating a sexy werewolf, that’s gotta give you some points…”

Remus grabbed one of the pillows from his side and threw it at your face, he didn’t wanna talk about depressing shit anymore. 

“Oi! What was that for?!” 

“You were getting too sappy with me,” he said with a diverted smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mirroring smile on your lips “Oh you’re a twat,” you said as you hit him on the side lightly, he groaned and you winced, brows instantly furrowing in concern “Sorry…” He nodded, but a small smile showed on his soft lips, like he was holding back a laugh. You quickly realised he had faked it and hit him again in return “That’s a nasty trick, you shouldn’t take advantage of your hurt state.” 

“The one that you induced?” he said as his grin widened, teasing you again. You gasped in shock, and laughed afterwards, hitting him again a couple more times. 

“Oi, oi, that’s enough…” he said as he grabbed onto your hand, laughing along with you. 

He had been soft when he grabbed you, but he was so strong even if you had wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to move your arm, but instead of dwelling on the boy’s strength, you just laughed merrily, leaning in so far down that your hair brushed over his chest. He could smell it, and it was as delightful as ever, perhaps a bit more now that he knew you wouldn’t avoid him just because of his condition. He took a deep breath as you laughed, almost feeling guilty for enjoying the moment so much. 

You cannot love her, it is sin, said a voice in his head as he listened to your giggles, but why does it feel like heaven then? 

“Can you turn back into the fox?” he asked, despite himself. Perhaps he was already so drunk on you, and your laughs that he wasn’t thinking straight. You turned your gaze to him, as you let your laughs die out. An arched eyebrow looking at him questioning “You got to see Moony, but I only got to see the fox through his eyes. I wanna see her with my eyes,” he reasoned, although he wasn’t sure if he was actually reasoning. 

“Seems fair enough,” you said with a shrug “It’s Vixen, by the way.” 

“Who’s Vixen?” 

“Me,” you said as if it was obvious “I mean… the fox, she is. Wormmy and Prongs chose it, Sirius said it fit.” 

Remus hummed in response “It certainly does,” he said as he looked at you, the blue moonlight was still illuminating your features, and you certainly looked as charming as ever, tantalising, beguiling even. And the small cut on your lip? The one that he had noticed since the day at the Shrieking Shack and hadn’t disappeared from your face yet, along with the hickey Sirius had left on your neck, made you look as fierce as ever. 

Remus wondered for a second what it would feel like to leave a matching one on the other side of your neck, what would it feel like for Sirius to leave one on his? He knew he was yearning for something he couldn’t have, alas, he had yearned for a normal life so often, he was already used to the feeling. But his fantasies about being normal were never as sweet as his fantasies of you, of Sirius. Of either of your lips attached to his neck or his lips attached to yours, to Sirius’s silky pale skin or to your soft velvety neck. To your collarbone, to the indents that made it almost impossible for him to look back at your face. He remembered you in your Halloween costume again, he remembered Sirius’s devilish smile and matching outfit, and he had to adjust the bedsheets underneath, clearing his throat as he tried to get back on earth. 

It’s Moony’s fault, It’s Moony’s fault! Did she notice? Will she buy it if I tell her that? 

“Is it really a good idea for me to turn into Vixen here? Isn’t it like… dangerous for your wounds and stuff?” 

Remus frowned, buffing diverted “You’ve got rabies or something?”

You gasped again “Of course I don’t! How would you feel if I asked you the same thing?!” He shrugged in response and you considered hitting him again. “Fine then,” you said “but I will bite if you try anything weird.” 

“Define anything weird…” he teased. 

“I’d rather bite instead,” you retorted “It’ll be my payback for the scratch,” you said with a diverted smile before shrinking into Vixen. You were still on the bed as Remus looked at you. You were small, smaller than normal, and certainly smaller than Padfoot, a good deal less than half as tall as him.

“So you are a little witch in the end,” he teased as he looked at you, you bared your teeth at him for a second, and turned your head, “Aww… don’t be like that!” You shook your head and walked a little closer to him, feeling the soft bed give way under your paws.

You stared at him curiously, and you understood why he wanted to see you as a fox so much, it was completely different, the way in which you perceived someone being animal or human. Remus, for example, seemed a lot bigger when you looked at him from the eyes of Vixen. You could also feel the heat radiating from him, which is why you had almost instinctively walked closer. And just like you had been lured by Moony when you left the wand on the floor, Vixen seemed to somehow be lured by Remus. 

You wondered if you were to lose your mind, and be more fox than human, would you still feel just as beguiled by the boy?

Remus was still looking at you when he extended his hand as if he wanted to pet you, but he pulled it back seconds later when he remembered Peter had once straight up bit him when he tried to do it for the first time, and you had threatened to bite. But what you did instead was surprising, since you walked closer and placed your head underneath his extended palm, nuzzling into it like a cat would. 

When Remus started brushing his fingers over your head you leaned in closer, allowing him to scratch just behind your ears, which had you relax so much you almost allowed yourself to lay on the bed. When he pulled away his hand you nuzzled his arm with your nose, so he would come back “Needy, aren’t we?” he teased. You didn’t even care to respond. His hands were so big they almost covered your entire head, and so warm too, it was like having a heated blanket that also gave massages. 

Maybe it was the canine side of you, but he started scratching a particular spot that had you wagging your tail like a small puppy. Remus laughed when he noticed “You still cold?” he asked when he felt your cold paw brush against his forearm. You nuzzled closer to his hand in response. “Wanna come here?” he asked, patting his chest. You tilted your head, looking at his chest rise and fall, still feeling the heat coming from it.  

Maybe it’s weird, shouldn’t have aske– Remus didn’t get to finish his thoughts, you had already climbed all the way up to his chest, fast and careful, trying to avoid the side where you knew the Whomping Willow had hit him. He smiled as you nuzzled your entire body against him, allowing your tail to almost wrap itself around you, bringing a little more warmth into the equation. You then bumped your head against his chest softly. 

“What’s that little witch? You want me to pet you some more?” he asked, but he wasn’t teasing this time, the cocky undertone you’d heard earlier completely gone this time around. You allowed your head to rest and closed your eyes as you moved up and down along his every breath. 

Eventually, he brought his hand over you again, this time resting it over your back, and moving it softly along your fur, with soft strokes from your head to your mid back, your only reaction was to close your eyes and enjoy the way his fingers intertwined with your fur. You wondered if cuddling with Sirius as a fox would feel just as nice and decided you’d have to ask him to try, even if you had no idea how you’d put that into words. 

Either way, Remus was awfully good at cuddling: big, warm, heavy hands, and a total people pleaser. You realised when he figured out the spot that made your tail waggle and focus his scratches there from then on. You had been so comfortable with the boy, that you didn’t even notice the moment you fell asleep. He did see you; and was extra quiet for a while, the only sound being the one of his breaths and your light snoring, or what sounded like snoring at least, Remus wasn’t sure if foxes actually had the ability to snore. 

He had been admiring the way you slept, so peaceful, and so beautiful too, he was sure all the foxes would fall for you in the forest if they met you, not that he would allow any of them to lay a paw on you. Which he then realised might have been one of the stupidest things to ever cross his mind. But at least he wasn’t thinking of you and Sirius. Except when he was and he forced himself to look back at Vixen, letting his anxiety melt away as he continued to brush his hands over your soft red fur. 

And as his anxiety left, so did most of his negative thoughts, and he was engulfed in this ever so peaceful stance that he was sure to cuddle Vixen for the rest of his life had he the chance. After some time, he too started feeling sleepy, his eyelids heavy and his stroking slower, lazier, he too fell asleep. And you must have stayed like that, sleeping on top of him, your slight weight comforting him the same way a weighted blanket would, for at least a couple of hours. Since next thing you knew, there was a high-pitched scream and you felt yourself being pushed off Remus with the force of a spell. 

You fell on your leg and let out a cry of pain, you were rather confused when you noticed the woman that had used a spell against you had been no other than Madam Pomfrey. 

“Wait no! Poppy, stop!” you heard Remus say, panicked and sitting up on the bed to get the woman’s attention. You shook your head and attempted to stand, only for your leg to give in again. You huffed, and while wincing, forced yourself up. You saw Pomfrey approaching you, her wand still in her hands as she pointed it at you. 

You took a couple of steps back, feeling a sharp pain whenever you moved your front leg. “She’s my pet!” Remus said, “Don’t hurt her.”

Pomfrey seemed distracted by the boy’s words and you took that as a chance to scurry under one of the beds and then all the way to the door. 

Every step was agonising, but the adrenaline kept you going all the way to the door that seemed to have shown up out of nowhere. You looked to the sides of the hall to make sure there was no one around before springing back into your human form and pushing the door open, getting in and closing it behind you. You could feel the stickiness of your arm. 

Evans is going to kill me, you thought as you leaned in on the door, allowing yourself to rest for a second before turning to look at the place you had ended up in. And when you did you were surprised, since it looked just like the infirmary, you frowned, and opened the door to see if you had run to the same place that you’d left, but it was positively a different hallway. Different paintings, different statues, different doors, it’s definitely not the same place, you thought.

You went back in after a second and looked around again, now clutching your wounded arm, and tilted your head as you stared. Upon closer inspection, it was most definitely not the same infirmary either. In fact, near the back, there was a rather large mirror and a supply closet near it, the infirmary had large windows instead. You walked near the middle of the room and looked around you, there weren’t many beds either, and the place seemed to be filled with things that could be useful. From warm blankets to a sink and clean rags close to it. 

You blinked a couple of times, taking it all in, the usefulness, the door that seemed to have shown up out of nowhere, you let out a short breath, realisation hitting you  “The Room of Requirements,” you whispered. 

Then started nodding, hyping yourself up for what you’d have to do next. You turned around to see if there was a clock somewhere, which there indeed was, a huge grandfather clock near the door, it was 4 am, and you had just enough time to clean things up and go back to your room, change and get back to class.  

You took your shirt off and winced when you realised the bIoody bandage, if you kept acting so recklessly, you weren’t sure it was ever actually going to heal. You walked towards the sink, and wet one of the rags before passing it over the broken flesh. You winced as the warm piece of cloth passed over the open part of the wound. You stared at it for a second once it was clean, even after all the misadventures, it certainly looked better than it had done the previous night. But it hurt just as much as it had, the painkillers might have been wearing thin by then. 

You walked towards the supply closet, your vision a little blurry due to the sharp pain. Luckily the first thing you spotted was some painkillers,  you instantly drank a bit of it and placed the rest in your pocket. You kept rummaging through it and found dried dittany leaves and some silver dust. So you grabbed a mortar, and some beeswax and mugwort, which were the few things you remembered Lily had used to make her green paste, and recreated it to the best of your abilities. With your dominant arm incapacitated -and drowning in pain since the painkillers hadn’t done their thing- you clenched the mortar handle in your other hand and started to mix.

Once the paste was ready, you washed your hand and with trembling fingers, you gingerly spread the paste across the open wound. A couple of tears started streaming down your cheeks as you did. You must have missed something when you made the paste since instead of making you feel instant relief, it stung like hell for what felt like an eternity before gradually numbing the pain.

Once you had gone through most of the scratch you used the back of your hand to wipe your tears and sniffed as you took some more in your finger, hesitating for a second before biting your lip and finally placing the paste on the parts that you hadn’t covered yet.

When you finished with it, you felt utterly drained. The pain was still there, your arm had even started to throb. You let your head fall back and considered just throwing yourself on the floor, the temptation to just rest almost agonising, but you knew you still had to wrap a bandage around your wounded arm. You were fumbling with the ends of the bandage roll when you remembered Sirius’ words “Don’t be stubborn and let us help!” 

You swallowed, he probably would have run off to help you had you asked, but Sirius must have been just as tired as you were, and even if he hadn’t been hurt physically, you were sure the events of the night had taken a toll on his mind, heck they clearly had done it on yours, so, despite his command, you decided to deal with it in your own. You continued trying for a couple of minutes, and after what felt like an eternity –and in a fit of desperation– you hurled it against the mirror. It bumped down and rolled off, one of the ends staying behind as the rest of the roll continued unravelling. 

You sighed and went to grab another one from the supply closet and started trying once again. This time around you actually managed to open it after a couple of minutes and brought your arm up. You held the end against your arm with your chin and you started wrapping. Eventually, you switched your manual labour for your wand and used a simple spell to levitate the roll of bandages around your arm, making sure that it was just tight enough to seal the wound but not so tight as to cause additional pain, mirroring the way both Sirius and Lily had done it earlier. 

When you were done, you turned to the watch again, you’d hoped you had enough time to lay in one of the beds of the infirmary but when you realised you had spent over an hour there you cast a quick disillusionment charm and sneaked back to the common room. You did consider staying in the Room of Requirements and not going back, but your friends would probably worry if they didn’t see you at all in the morning, Lily would be panicked and the boys, especially Sirius, would cause a mini-scandal. You could almost hear Sirius ask something like “How the hell did you lose my girlfriend Evans?” Which is why, in the end, you decided against it. 

You picked up the mess with a wave of your wand and put your shirt and sweater back on, giving a once over to the room before leaving and walking through the halls and passageways trying to make as little sound as possible. Once you arrive at your common room you let yourself fall into one of the single couches by the fire. Not bothering to counter your disillusionment charm, as you used your wand to kindle the fire. You sank deeper on the couch and sighed, closing your eyes for a snooze when you heard footsteps. 

You turned to the side and spotted Sirius and James walking down, you waved at them, and when they didn’t respond, you remembered you were still kind of invisible. You were about to cancel the spell off when you saw Sirius was already leaning to sit down, on the exact same spot you were. You moved your wounded arm to the side and allowed the boy to sit “Hey babe,” you whispered as you wrapped your arm around his waist, Sirius pretty much jumped off and turned around looking mortified.

You just laughed at his reaction, “Vixen?!” you heard James ask as he squinted his eyes in your direction, you just kept laughing as you finally waved your wand over yourself again, allowing the spell to vanish, the painkiller potion was finally doing its thing and you already felt a lot better.

“Hey Prongs!” you said with a smile. 

“What the hell was that Stashine, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” 

“Don’t you get one of those whenever you look into my eyes?” you asked with a playful pout, James laughed again, and your boyfriend just looked at you surprised. 

“How did you know it would be Sirius the one to sit there?” James asked. 

“I was already here, I just took the chance,” you said, scooting to the side to allow Sirius to sit by your side, even in the small space. He didn’t think about it twice and sat beside you, pulling you by the waist half over one of his legs so you’d be more comfortable.

“Absolutely brilliant!” James complimented, Sirius threw him a look “And you disillusionment charm too, I’d never seen one so good.”

“Thanks!” you said with a smile “I’ve been using it a lot recently.” 

“You do know you can just take the Invisibility Cloak, right?” 

You nodded, not if I have to tell you what I need it for, you thought. “That’s very nice of you Jammie,” you said with a smile.

“How’s the arm?” Sirius asked. 

You looked at him for a second, a tight smile on your lips before you nodded “Great.”

Sirius frowned, not quite buying it, but didn’t press further. “Why were you out here, luv?” James asked “I’d assume Lily would rather be checking on you instead of having you here by yourself.” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said pointing to your eyebags “And the fire seemed tempting… and also I went to check on Remus who was avoiding me.” 

“You noticed?” Sirius asked about at the same time James said something like “You went to see Remus by yourself?!”

“Of course I noticed! I went to check on him like 5 times and he was asleep all of them. Tom comes up and says he had a chat with him seconds after we went to visit. It was suspicious enough. And then there was Pomfrey’s pitiful look whenever I showed up…” 

“He sometimes does that… I assumed he was doing it when we went before lunch. Did you get him to talk to you?” Sirius asked.

You nodded “Yeah, we’ve sorted things out, had to call him out on how dumb he was being though.” 

Sirius laughed at the casual way you said it, and pulled you a bit closer to him “That’s my girl!”

You were distracted for a good second, remembering the way Remus had pulled Vixen closer and how similar it had been to the way Sirius had done it, you wondered if it was a Brit thing, to be so touchy –which you already knew Sirius was- or if instead it was something very particular of the boys. 

“It’s kinda late for flying, isn’t it?” James asked as he looked at the clock, clearly the messy sleepless nights had also taken a toll on him. 

“Who are you and what have you done to James Potter?” You teased. 

“Don’t mess with him, Kit, he might change his mind.”

“Kit?” You asked, turning to him with a raised eyebrow. 

He shrugged “If you can call me Puppy I can call you Kit,” he said simply, to which you laughed, it wasn’t that you didn’t like it, rather you were a little surprised. And really, the more you thought about it, it was rather endearing. 

“Does that mean we’re not flying then?” you asked, turning back to James, “even if the next game is on Sunday?” 

James groaned, placing a pillow over his head to muffle the sounds. “Now that’s straight-up torture,” Sirius said with a teasing smile as he pointed at James. 

“Either way, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to play, we might have to move the–“ 

“–Don’t even joke about it Potter!” you said in a serious tone. 

James winced, you didn’t call him James, not even Prongs, you were not happy about his suggestion, but he was the captain, and he had to look out for his team, he had to look out for you, “You’re hurt.” 

“It was barely a scratch!” 

“You keep saying that, but I see the way you clutch onto your arm when the painkillers wear off–“ 

“I’ll be like new by Sunday!” you argued again “I heal fast.” 

“Sunday is in three days!” 

“Back me up on this?” you asked, turning to Sirius, who had a small frown on his face. 

He couldn’t find a way to say what he wanted to say without upsetting you “Darling, maybe Prongs is right…” 

You turned to him exasperated “Don’t block me like this James! We’re playing Slytherin, I want to show those assholed that they didn’t–” You cut yourself off, not being able to finish the sentence either. 

James’ face seemed to soften at your words, Sirius and Remus had somewhat told them what happened that night, or at least what they knew, and what they assumed. You hadn’t talked to them much about it, let alone go into detail, but either way, he understood. He got why you were so desperate to prove that you could still fight -or fly in this case–, you needed to show them that no matter what they did, they wouldn’t bring you down, “We’ll think about it,” he conceded. You were still looking at him with a frown, “Listen if your arm really is better off by then, then you’ll play.” 

“You promise you’ll let me?” 

Sirius was looking at James reproachfully, as if he wasn’t happy with his answer, but didn’t say a thing. He could try to convince you of dropping it later, although he was pretty sure you wouldn’t change your mind about it, not unless you were bedridden or something. 

“I promise we’ll think about it.” You nodded, that was probably as good as it would get. Now all you had to do was play the part of someone who was not affected at all by the hit and you’d be able to play on Sunday. 

“Aren’t you hungry luv?” Sirius asked. 

And strangely enough, you weren’t that hungry, in fact, you hadn’t been hungry since you went to visit Remus, which made you assume it was a Lycanthropy thing. Regardless, a warm cup of tea, along with some toast did sound incredibly good, so you nodded, motioning to stand up when you saw Remus walk in, he looked visibly relieved when he spotted you, even as you were almost sitting on Sirius’ lap. 

“Good to see you’re all right, after the fall I thought you might have–“ 

“–What fall?” Sirius asked, turning to you. 

“That?! It was nothing…” you said, “I had turned into Vixen and Pomfrey saw me, and was probably horrified since I was close to Rem, and then she pushed me off with a spell. I mean it hurt a little but it was nothing…” 

“You were thrown in the air and fell to the ground, and it was nothing?” Sirius asked as he toyed with the hem of your sweater’s sleeve, to see if he could lift it enough to check on your wound.

“Yes, Pomfrey wasn’t trying to hurt me, and Remus stopped her from following.” 

Remus was sure he’d seen you break the fall with the same arm that was hurt but decided not to press any further, since you clearly didn’t want to go too much into detail. He plopped down next to James on the sofa and turned to Sirius “How’s the plan going?” He asked the long-haired boy. 

“What plan?” you asked with furrowing your eyebrows just a little bit. 

“The revenge plan.” 

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[drvnkd4zed]

Enhypen reacting to drunk Y/n

♡ Jungwon

Jungwon is probably the responsible one, he will prevent you from drinking too much. He'll be all smiles and jokes but when he senses you're going too far, he'd get serious and glance at you frightfully. Jungwon would think you're cute when you're drunk, but still he will tease you imitating the way you were speaking/dancing/etc while you were drunk.

♡ Heeseung

Heeseung would laugh the whole time at the things you say, probably shocked by how different you are when you're drunk. I'm also 100% sure he'll start a karaoke, turning up the volume of the music so that you'll sing even more tragically. Even though he has fun seeing you in such tragi-comic conditions, he is very careful and he would take good care of you. He would carry you on his back, leaving you on your bed and make sure you sleep peacefully.

♡ Jay

Jay's the type to feel embarassed and disappointed (in a funny way actually), he'd be staring at you saying and doing things out of this world. He'd literally count all the times you take sips from the glass and eventually would say "It's time to stop" when he sees you being on the edge. At the end of the night, he'll grab you by your waist making sure you won't fall and lead you to your room. Jay will sit by your side until you fall asleep and leave a kiss on your forehead, then he'd go to sleep too.

♡ Jake

I think Jake would start asking you random questions like "how many days are in November?" just to see how far gone you are. He also knows your limits, so when he sees you're exaggerating he'd just hide the bottles and stop you for drinking more. Even though you'd try to persuade him, saying "one last sip", he'll reply with a firm "no". Just kidding, if you say it multiple times he might buy it and hand you the bottle (because he can't resist you!). In the case you fall asleep on his shoulder, he's not moving by an inch for until you wake up. He'd ultimately cover you with his clothes so you won't feel cold.

♡ Sunghoon

Sunghoon would just face palm himself a hundred of times while laughing. Expect him to use ALL the things you say against you when you'll be sober again (he might also make them more tragic). He would also make up scenarios that never happened just to make you feel more embarassed in front of the others. I think he'd have a lot of fun tho, he'd state something like "You should drink more often".

♡ Sunoo

Sunoo might actually be scared of you as he's seen too many scary movies with drunk people, but then he'll just try to steal the bottle from you. He's willing to help you in case you feel sick, but he'll be like "I told you this would happen" the whole time. Another thing he'd do if you feel sick is panicking, he's warned you that you'd regret drinking so much and he'd probably call his mom crying and asking for help. He will eventually let you lay on the sofa and sleep beside you, even if it's uncomfortable.

♡ Niki

This kid would start a fucking alcohol contest with you where the one who drinks the most wins (luckily the other members won't let that happen). Niki would film you through the whole time just to make some random funny edits about you and post them on the chat with enhypen. I'm also pretty sure he'd make many pranks on you, like making you balancing on a pile of books just to see you fall. Expect him to be the first one to serve the drinks, he has so much fun when you get drunk.

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[ravixen]

Hi!! I've really loved reading all of your fics to the point I've actually binge read them for comfort (it's kinda a problem now lmao) I wanted to request a part 2 for members sending you a video message because it was just so...CUTE. Stay healthyyy and thank you!!

svt + sending a video message on a show (pt 2)

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || ~600 words ➔ notes: fluff ; stay healthy...I ended up being sick for 3 weeks in November LOL and i have a cold again. thank you for the love! all the likes and reblog mean a lot 🫶🏻 and being a comfort writer is SUCH a compliment. you didn't request any specific members, so I just chose a few that I wanted to write for. hope you enjoy this one!

MINGYU: the request catches him off-guard, so he does what he always does. he freezes mid-clap, mid-laugh, his expression slowly morphing into confusion as he processes it. then he takes a page out of jeonghan's book and tries to change the topic, but he lacks jeonghan's tact and delicacy, so instead of it being a smooth transition, he just turns to jun and asks, "what was it like filming your drama?" of course, everyone falls out of their chairs laughing, and the cameras zoom in on his sulking face as he keeps repeating, "oh, whyyy..." it does end up working in his favor, though, because he gets away with just sending you a shy wave, ignoring the fact that he wants to curl up and hide in someone's shoulder. the only downside is that the screen time is taken up by everyone making fun of him for being soft. he doesn't even want to re-watch this when it airs. he knows the editors are going to edit puppy eyes and exaggerated blushes, and he'll never live it down. the only thing that lifts his spirits is your texts a month later; apparently you thought it was cute.

SEUNGKWAN: a professional through and through. he buys himself a few minutes by pretending not to hear them the first time, and while he's playing off the hesitation, his brain is arranging a warm but neutral message to make. the hosts don't notice; they're just thrilled to have his participation. he clears his throat and starts in on how the weather is changing and how he hopes that you're taking care of yourself. he himself is busy, but he's making sure to rest when he has a chance, too. there's no stuttering, and his cadence is heartfelt...until he claps his hands like a slate and yells out cut! the adoring expression melts away, and the hosts are left staring as he sips on his coffee. "were you just pretending?" they ask, incredulous. they were hoping to make fun of his sincerity, as mean-spirited as that is, but he beat them to the punch by removing that sincerity. "of course," he says, blinking like it's obvious. "welcome to showbiz, right?" (but he does feel bad about it afterwards, so he shoots you a message with lots of hearts in preparation.)

VERNON: well, it depends on whether he's paying attention. if he was, he'd probably give a long uhhh... as he thought of what to say. after thirty seconds of that, he'd turn to a camera and just wave, awkwardly smiling at the camera people staring back. unfortunately, at the exact moment the show hosts ask him to send a video message, he's distracted by the fact that seokmin keeps reaching over and pressing the lever on his chair. so when he hears his name for the second time, his head whips up and he gets his usual deer in headlights look as he tries to figure out what's going on. "a...a what? a video message?" he hopes that he heard wrong, but when they repeat the request, he resigns himself to his fate. yeah, he'll do it. it won't be much: just a few words of encouragement that they can barely pick apart, which is a good thing. jeonghan gives a barely perceptible smile, placing a comforting hand on the back of his chair, but it's not a big deal. he doesn't really care what other people think.

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[qqueenofhades]

Just wondering your thoughts about the GOP 2024 nomination. Common wisdom seems to view Trump as the inevitable heir apparent for obvious reasons like poll numbers and De Santis tanking (as anyone outside the conservative bubble probably could have seen coming once a breathing human who was undecided actually met him on the campaign trail).

But I feel these assessments are missing the inherent chaos of real life. Trump could very well get indicted and struggle to run anything close to the 2016 campaign or run at all if in theory he’s in jail or otherwise disqualified. He’s in his late 70s, he could genuinely just die of any number of health issues before then. This “foregone conclusion” seems somewhat naive to me.

Really, the GOP was screwed when they didn’t turn on him on January 7th. The nation would have been with them as much as it would ever be, they could have harnessed that outrage to peel off all but the most fanatical cultists, and they could have started looking into building up new candidates. Trump was always going to tear down anyone who competed with his spotlight and he’s more vicious to former allies than to enemies. Now they risk losing any promising candidates to his vitriol AND something could happen where he ends up not even being able to run.

I mean don’t get me wrong, I’ll be overjoyed if they fall apart in 2024. And even if he is the nominee and squeaks out of all the court cases with his liberty and reputation intact, I think Trump is toast with independent and undecided voters (people forget how many votes he picked up in 2016 just being a new thing with no record to point to, he refused to get pinned down on any issue, so people figured they’d take a chance on the new thing over Hillary but now he’s got a record and can’t just say he would have done the opposite on anything that went wrong in the past). He couldn’t win while he was the incumbent. He’s a weak candidate.

Anyway, just curious about your thoughts. Am I the only one who thinks the GOP is naive or aware and screwed when it comes to their 2024 nominee?

Welp. There are a lot of things going on here. It goes without saying that they are all a flaming dumpster fire of absolute squalid seditionist anti-democratic bullshit, because that's literally all the Republican party is these days. So, you know. Cheerful!

First, barring him literally keeling over and dying before November 2024 (oh please oh please oh please), Trump WILL be the Republican nominee, even if he is actively in the process of being convicted/has been convicted and is trying to appeal to every court he can possibly think of (since as noted before, he will do his DAMNDEST to get them all to his pet SCOTUS under the flailing hope that they will exonerate him). I think there's still a certain amount of denial about this: the hope that because we are all so sick and tired of dealing with the orange psychopath and his Nazis, that he will just finally fucking DISAPPEAR and not force us to go through another election with him. Unfortunately, this isn't going to happen. The entire crumbling skeleton and gasping oxygen of the once-vaunted GOP is sucked up by Trump. The people theoretically running against him, aside from Chris Christie (who was a Trump sycophant until he wasn't) won't even mention THAT HE IS UNDER MULTIPLE STATE AND FEDERAL INDICTMENTS FOR TREASON-LEVEL CRIMES. You'd think that would be great for an opposition candidate! But since the only way they can win the primary is by getting enough of Trump's insane fans to vote for them, they're walking an impossible tightrope of not being Trump but still also trying to be Trump. Vote for them, please! They promise they can be just as heinous!

Now, the establishment GOP, or what's left of it, is perfectly well aware that Trump is a treasonous loser and a massive electoral liability, but they can't say so because of the same problem of Trump's rabid masses turning on them. See all these accounts of Republicans being plenty brave in private when it comes to criticizing him, but in public: crickets. They know that they've lost every election since 2016, when Trump became the leader of their party, but they also can't stop the insane GOP primary voters, still drunk on that Orange Trump Kool-Aid, from renominating him. As I said in a recent post, there is about 35% of this country that is just, as of now, totally beyond help. They love Trump and only Trump, he's the manifestation of the absolute worst of all their racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. impulses, and they love him more the more awful he is (and the more "Joe Biden's Mean Evil Government!!!" punishes him, in true martyr fashion). There's no helping them. They WILL vote for him no matter what, and there's no way, as it currently stands, that any other GOP candidate has a prayer of getting past him. DeSantis was once hyped as the Alternative to Trump, but the instant actual people get a single look at him, they're repulsed. He's fucked.

Basically, the Republican party, as in the career elected officials, are well aware that Trump is a deadweight loser, but there's no getting out of the trap they've created for themselves. They KNOW perfectly well that Trump is a weak candidate and a perennial loser, but they can't stop their self-created monster of the radicalized Republican electorate from putting him in there again. Their entire toxic self-sustaining right-wing media ecosystem has been churning out lies for decades, that has only kicked into overdrive in the Trump era, and there is nothing they can do about it, because they're craven miserable anti-democratic power-hungry shitstains who will say or do anything to cling out a scrap of influence and money for just a little longer, and their whole platform now consists of being outrageously cruel to other people. Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of Nazis, etc. Witness them all vigorously condemning Trump in various interviews (looking at you, Bill Barr) and then either admitting they'll vote for him if he's the 2024 GOP nominee, or cowardly ducking the question. Because... they themselves will vote for him, so it's no wonder the primary voters will do the same. As long as he puts in more religious zealot judges and destroys everything the Democrats are trying to do, they're cool! Democracy? Don't know her. They're over it. See the Wisconsin GOP already running their mouths about trying to impeach state Supreme Court justice Janet Protasiewicz, elected in a landslide in spring, if she does anything to overrule their insane gerrymanders. They're all just as bad.

So in short, yes: they may very well screw themselves into a situation where Trump is totally unviable for 2024 AND there's nobody else they can have to replace him, because that is the devil's bargain they have made. They've all sold their souls. Trump will insist he's running until the very last moment, because it's his final gamble to keep himself out of a hefty prison sentence and the one thing he has escaped for his entire misbegotten existence: i.e., real consequences for his terrible actions (as like any good sociopath, he has no concept of those and they all seem outrageously unfair). If they were going to ever actually do anything about Trump, that was a long, long time ago. Now they're stuck with him, they're too cowardly to denounce him, they're left hoping that Jack Smith and the indictments will eventually take him off their hands, but in the meantime, to save their own necks, they fundraise and whip up public outrage and tell endless lies about how Trump is such a blameless martyr. So yeah. They're fucked, they've made themselves fucked, and they're awful and they deserve it. Etc. etc. never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake. Fuck 'em all.

#avelera #ask #politics for ts #the giant orange monster

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Classic songs with a long history

You were born to be a camera

Time After Time was my least favourite song

So lets go way back to the ancient times

She was a January girl

She never let on how insane it was in that tiny kinda scary house

Who’s in a bunker? Who’s in a bunker?

Let me hear both sides

We're not scaremongering

Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping

“Your servants.”

In a couple of years tides have turned from boos to cheers

The youth are starting to change, are you?

I believe in watching you

This is where we are and this is where you are and this is what we’re doing and this is what it is and that’s now, and now is a good thing

“What do you want from me? Are you trying to punish me?”

Every face on every train is you and me and him and her

If I walk out the door

A thousand eyes 

Fish are dangerous

Now if you’re a fish

One anchovy fucks it up for the rest

“I guess I can lick it.”

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it

But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison

And I'm locking up everyone that ever laid a finger on me

Boy, watch your jaw

You will be married and you'll be gone

It'll be right in a little while

This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk

Someones on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine

(By grace, my sight grows stronger)

We won't say goodnight until the last minute

This may be our last chance

Live stream, I'm sweet for you

Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss

“You write, I tour, we make it work.”

(The early storylines were that Jakk was either shot, or while the blondrichclosetwitch was touring with HRC, that she got herself pregnant in November before she went on the road. I remember doing the math with the calendar when it was announced to me that she forced herself on him, and got pregnant from it. Meanwhile psychic Jakk listed off violent acts that were being done to make him go through with things, like whipping him with a strap and holding a gun to his head, aka bang bang kiss kiss…all this I was told about when blondie was on the road. From a letter to my analyst: “on August 4 Jakk told Blond he was done and wanted to be with me. The violence had not yet started. It started on August 5 with a strap/whip. On August 7. She used a gun. Blond raped Jakk 51 times using a whip, gun, or knife, often all 3, telling him, he would never see me again and that he belonged to her forever. He was forced to wear a gag. He had to go home every night because she said if he didn’t, she would take the gun and kill me. ”

And the “you write” part, was her fanfic counterpart.)

he’ll get to you and shoot you with his gun

New Orleans….very strange!

I don’t think we have the key to the pulse of the nation because we made more mistakes than we’ve been right. We are universally despised.

“They’re like part of our psyche.”

The music keeps getting better and better it gets more subtle and sophisticated.

It’s gonna open the scene up for a lot of people.

There’ll probably be a big trial.

Maybe I’ll keep it a diary of the whole thing and publish it in Esquire, I must have been out of my mind. If I had the whole thing to do over again I wouldn’t do it.

I thought I knew what I was doing.

Horrible thing about a photograph is, once it’s done you can’t destroy it. It’s too late.

Talk gets around crazy talk like that and what happens?

I was stuck in the queue when you came

Nobody wants to be a slave

There's a heartbreak beat playin' all night long down on my street

And it feels like love got the radio on

And it's all that we need

I have some scars from where I've been

I can never keep my eyes off this

All we do is think about the feelings that we hide

All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign

Sick and full of pride

#today is a 25/07

[yueqqi-main]

Mood: Exhausted and vaguely pissed with myself

#so much shit's been going on #i mean it's not as bad as back in november #but i'm pretty sure my resolve has cracked in the past three weeks #mostly from putting up with verbal abuse from family that i thought was unproblematic at one point #i normally would be able to put up with it but this has been going on daily for months and i've pretty much lost all trust i had with my fam #plus i've been sick for several weeks and i'm pretty sure i'm coming down with something again because my immune system is shit #and because of my migraines and loss of all willpower the quality of my school work has deteriorated the past 3 weeks #also anxious because i've gotten used to my college classes' semester based system and forgot my high school (cont) #(cont) still goes by quarters even though it feels slightly counterintuitive now in hindsight #even more anxious because it seems my AP Lit teacher lost like 25% of my assignments (probably because of system complications) #so my grade is a C until it gets fixed #at least I have solid A's in my other classes #i'm mainly concerned that if i can't fix this i won't be able to amass more scholarships to actually pay the rest of the $11k for college #then i'd have to be forced to go to community college while working and then transfer #i've already been turned down by 3 scholarships that i was a competitive applicant for #so that really fucked up my confidence because i feel like i'm in a limbo between being subpar and great #i.e I'm in the top 10 academically of my class but my constant failures in extracurriculars make me a mediocre student #even though i have achieved leadership it's just not good enough for where i want to be #i'm pretty sure my father would be laughing his ass off if i can't get out of this #oh shit that went longer than expected #well tl;dr i'm a fucking mess

[skzvibes]

showering together

pairing: lee minho x gender-neutral reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: nudity

word count: 1,2K

description: Y/n is sick and Minho takes care of his girlfriend/boyfriend

a/n: again, this is from my old ig acc, and as I always say: English is not my first language, so this won't be perfect 💜

"I told you I could pick you up, now you've caught a cold," Minho said while he hugged you tighter. You had been lying on your bed for the whole day because you had caught a cold, probably while walking home the previous night. Minho told you he could pick you up from work and drive you home, but you didn't want to bother him, so you decided to walk. Probably a wrong decision, considering that it was November and that it started to rain.

"I didn't know it would rain," you said, shivering. Even though Minho had brought extra blankets, you were still cold. He even lay with you and hugged you so he could warm you, but it wasn't enough.

"Did you take your medicine?" Minho asked for the third time, checking your temperature with his lips on your forehead.

"I just told you I did," you answered, and Minho sighed. You were trembling, he was sure you had a fever. "Maybe you shouldn't be here. You could get sick too," you said, but he shook his head.

"I'm not going to leave you alone like this, Y/n," Minho said while he grabbed his phone from the bedside table. He researched on the internet what could help with a cold, but he had tried everything he was reading until he saw someone recommending to take a warm shower. Minho thought it was a good idea, but he doubted you could get into the shower by yourself. "Y/n, do you feel like taking a shower? A warm shower. It may help," he said softly, and you considered it for a few seconds. You felt so tired, and getting out of your warm bed wasn't something you wanted to do. But if Minho thought it would help, you wanted to try, so you nodded. "Great, I'll help you, okay?"

He started to put the blankets apart, and he felt bad because you shivered even more. So he quickly put his arms under your legs and on your back and lifted you from the bed. In response, you put your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest. Minho walked to your bathroom and put you down, but he was still holding you by your waist. He turned on the shower so the water would be warm when you got in.

Then, he looked at you, not knowing what to do. You had been dating for a few months, and you were intimate, but that was a different level. He didn't know if you were comfortable with him taking off your clothes at that moment. Maybe you wanted your time alone.

"Y/n, do you want me to leave? Or...?" he started, but he got his answer when you hugged him by his waist tightly. Minho quickly put his arms around you. He felt you shaking your head against his chest.

"Stay, please," you mumbled, and he almost pouted. He hated that you were feeling bad, so if you wanted him to stay, he was not going to leave.

"Okay. Let me help you, baby," he said while he grabbed carefully the hem of the hoodie you were wearing. He helped you take it off, and then he did the same with your pajamas, so you were in your underwear. Minho had been observing you during those seconds, and he noticed you barely were able to stay still without his help. You were exhausted: how were you going to take a shower by yourself? If only you had a bathtub, it would be easier... But you didn't.

Before taking off your last clothes, Minho decided to ask you something.

"Y/n, do you want me to enter with you? We don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable, but I'm afraid you will fall or something. You look so tired, baby," he said, caressing your cheeks. You looked at him in the eyes. You knew he was right. You felt your legs trembling as if they couldn't resist your weight.

"Like... showering together?" you asked, and Minho nodded. You were comfortable with Minho. That was something you had never done, but you trusted and loved him, so what was the problem? "Okay," you answered, and he smiled and kissed your forehead before he started to take off his clothes. You took off your underwear as well and entered the shower before him. You put your hand under the water to check the temperature, and it was warm, so you took a step closer and waited under the water. Minho finished taking off his clothes and entered the shower with you. First, he just got closer and held you by your waist.

"Are you feeling well?" he asked, and you nodded. You were still cold, but the warm shower was relaxing you. "Fine, but tell me if you want to go back to bed, okay?" you nodded again, and he smiled. Then, he reached over for the body wash and poured a bit on your bath sponge. He carefully started to rub it on your shoulders, continuing with your back and the rest of your body. He took his time, leaving kisses on your cheeks and neck.

When he finished, he started to shampoo your hair. He massaged your head while you had your eyes closed. Then, he put you under the water again and helped you wash the soap away. After all that, you already felt a lot better.

"Now it's your turn," you said, smiling. You took the shampoo, poured a little on your hands, and started to shampoo Minho's hair, just like he did for you.

"You don't have to. I'm the one taking care of you," Minho said, but you shook your head and kept massaging his scalp. At that moment, you felt that stare. It made you feel so special when he looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. You kissed his lips briefly, and Minho smiled. Then he took the body wash and started to wash his body while you finished with his hair so you could get out of the shower.

After he washed the soap away, you two got out of the shower, and Minho wrapped you in a clean towel. Then he took one for himself and wrapped it around his waist. He took another towel, smaller than the other ones, and started to dry your hair.

"I don't feel that cold anymore," you said, and Minho smiled widely. He was so happy because he loved you, and you were always helping him. It felt good to know that you needed him and that he could help you as well.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #showering together #stray kids oneshot #minho imagines #minho fluff #stray kids scenarios #minho scenarios #stray kids #lee minho #lee know #boyfriend minho

[alexcabotgf]

Ahhh thank you! I’m the one that asked for the rec list. Recently rewatched the early seasons and remember the gay vibes olivia gives or maybe it’s just Mariska 😬. If you have time I’m def into Explicit if you left any off that you wanted to add and more fake dating/undercover or friends with benefits development of feelings. My main probably with some fic is they profess their love for each other in like chapter 2 and I need a little more pining and tension.

aww you're very welcome! i tend to read more established relationship!cabenson but i totally feel you on the whole professing love too soon thing, i myself love me 30k words of mutual pining

okay, so here are some more explicit fics recs:

Relax by WistfulGhostWriter - olivia helps alex relax but make it rated r

Switch by Miri Cleo - alex and olivia are both tops who refuse to switch

Shopping Trip by swimmingstudentchaos - olivia takes alex out on a shipping trip (includes daddy kink)

Dress by CabotFan42 - that 4.06 dinner canon divergence (this one's not yet finished but it's worthing reading anyway)

A Test Of Will by RaeDMagdon - listen,,, i'd never read an omegaverse fic until i got into ao and this fic,, oh my god. i read it 4 times at least, that's all i'm gonna say

various fics by RaeDMagdon - probably one of if not my favorite cabenson smut writer, i haven't read all of their fics yet but the ones that i have read were chef's kiss x1000 (highly recommend Dangerous, Heal and (that's why) i still get jealous)

Deconstructing Venus by HeartEyes4Mariska - oof i haven't stopped thinking about this one since i've read it. alex and olivia are about to have a good time 👀 but alex falls asleep

various fics by aolurker - another one of my favorite cabenson smut writers (my personal favorites: Deep, Tables Turned, Phone Sex, Exploration, Caught)

Vixen by VivalaB

In A Minor Chord, Framed and That Look by DAxilla

The Cure For What Ails You by iheartSVUbabe - alex is taking care of sick olivia

Weakness, Wanna watch a movie?, Beautiful and Choices by AOBZ

Coming Out, Staying In: Redux and Crazed by Katherine Quinn

as for fake dating/undercover stories, as i was putting this together i realized i haven't read a lot of those, but here are some that i managed to dig out of my favorites/bookmarks:

Anything by November Rain 19 - olivia pretends to be alex's girlfriend at a bar to stop a guy from hitting on alex

Undercover by LexusGrey - alex and olivia go undercover at a party

Escort by VivalaB - olivia goes undercover as an escort

Bartender by VivalaB - olivia goes undercover as a bartender at a lesbian bar

Love Won't Leave: Love & Trust by agapeandzoe - olivia goes undercover with another woman as a lesbian couple. i haven't finished this one yet, but i'm including it anyway cause this writer's fics are always v good

Blind Date by deviltown - this one is slightly different, but olivia and alex go on a blind date

also here are three more fics that i forgot to include in the previous rec list:

Liv's Birthday by MarineWife - absolutely love the concept of this one. alex does something special for olivia's birthday

secret admirer by mrsdalloway - set sometime after s19 i want to say. olivia has a secret admirer. i kinda cried at this one ngl

Deleted Scenes by Phoenix Stone - deleted scenes from svu/conviction. the first chapter,,,, girl

#hope you enjoy!! #cabenson #law and order svu #i'm so sorry it took me such a long time to put this together #i wanted to yesterday but i felt like sh/t ngl for a second there i thought miss rona finally got me anyways #i still have ~36 pages of ao fics to get through on ff net sooo hopefully i'll have more fake dating/undercover recs eventually <3 #fic recs

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

It Takes A Village Chapter 10

Chris Evans X Pregnant!Daughter!Reader

Series Master List

Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?  

Chapter Summary: you announce your pregnancy on Instagram and start rethinking everything.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: teen pregnancy mentions puking

You had been on the couch watching Peter pan but now your morning sickness kicked in. You were home from school today due to it being a half-day, your dad was at the store. So you were home alone and throwing up in the toilet with Dodger staring at you concerned while he whimpered. Once you were done you washed your face and brushed your teeth before you went back to the couch to finish the movie. After you posted the photo showing you were home there were rumors as to why. A few gruesome ones, like your mom died, (in all different ways) and a few normal less gruesome ones, such as your dad was able to get full custody of you.You ignored them you were planning on sharing the real reason tomorrow.

"Sweet-pea! I'm home!" You heard your dad say when he entered the house a few bags of groceries in his hands.

"Hey dad!" You said looking over the couch to look at him.

"Hey you okay? Seeing all those rumors?" He asked from the kitchen as he began putting everything away. You got up and walked in.

"Yeah haven't been on social media much since I got out of school I've been watching movies. And I think I have some baby names." You told him excitedly as you began to help him.

"What happened to not picking a names until you knew the genders?" He asked smirking at you.

"Don't worry one of them are after you." You said. He looked at you smiling silently begging you to continue. "No! You don't get to know! But I'll tell you the middle name ideas I have." You said.

"Continue." He smiled at you.

"Okay, so Christopher and Scott are the middle names if I have boys." You said continuing putting away the groceries.

"Okay what about the girl names?" He asked.

"Maxine, and of course the basic white girl middle name of Anne." You said giggling.

"Basic white girl name?" He shook his head at you but you could see the small smile on his face. "The other one is cute though." He said.

"I know!" You told him smiling.

"And Scott will also be happy will one of those names... He's been telling me how you were definitely going to name your baby after him." He explained, you giggled.

"Because I already told him." You said giggling.

"Sweet-pea how could you tell him first! I'm your dad!" He feigned offense before you both laughed. "But really those are great middle names. Especially the first one you said." He smirked at you. "Okay I'm going to make dinner you can get a movie set up for us to watch okay Bubba?" He asked.

"Okay. What movie?" You asked him.

"You pick bubba." You nodded leaving the kitchen Dodger following.

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You stood in front of the mirror looking down at you baby bump, phone in hand. Unbeknownst to your dad you were doing this. He was outside with Dodger and you told him you were doing your homework. Of course he'd know that was a lie once this photo goes around. You faced your camera to the mirror the bump was clear from your side you took the photo. You went onto Instagram, a bunch of notifications from your last post filing in. You clicked the new post, you picked your photo before writing a brief caption that said:

"As my last post has cause many questions maybe this with clear some things up. Two new Evans are due in November. I prefer not to go into detail about anything about me being home or about the babies or their father, I just prefer the media and my dad's fans stay out of it. I hope you all can respect that."

You hesitated reading over the caption as many times as possible. Before setting your phone down not posting the picture. You sighed sitting on your bed. You looked back at your phone grabbing it and turning the comments for the post off before quickly clicking it then going down stairs and outside where Chris sat.

"Dad I posted a photo of my baby bump everyone knows." You sat next him sighing. He looked down at you. He pulled you into his side giving you a reassuring smile.

"I told you not to post anything bubs." He mumbled. "Has anyone said anything yet?"

"I turned the comments off..." You mumbled into his shirt.

"That was a good idea. You gotta show me how to do that Bubba." He leaned over kissing the top of your head.

You giggled. "Okay old man." His phone dinged and he looked at it and sighed.

"Well your post is getting attention. Sebastian and Mackie and asking if it's true." He showed you his phone.

"Ooh call'em I want to say hi." You sat up leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled shaking his head before face timing them.

"Hey lil Evans!" Mackie said seeing you. "Are you pulling a late April fools prank or was that post real?" He asked.

"It was real... I forgot you guys follow me." You said.

"Your gonna be mom aren't you like 10?" Sebastian asked, slightly teasingly. "Wait... We're you not gonna tell us if we didn't see that post?"

"I'm 15. And before you ask any questions about the babies, I'm having twins, the dad knows, he doesn't want them, I'm 12 weeks along I don't know the genders, and... I think that's all.. Oh and that's why I live with dad, and no I'd tell you eventually, probably next time I saw you and you met the babies." You rambled.

"Who is the dad?" Sebastian asked.

"Jake." You mumbled.

"And your good with this? Two new babies in your house?" Anthony asked Chris.

"We already talked 4 weeks ago when I found out." Chris said.

"You've known for four weeks and didn't tell us Y/n I thought I was your favorite uncle?" Sebastian pouted at you thought the screen.

"Hey I thought I was your favorite uncle!" Anthony said.

"Why do I need to have a favorite?"

"I'll be the babies favorite uncle." Anthony said

"With all of the people I've told about the babies you guys are definitely the most chill about it." You muttered before looking at your phone eyes widening at how many people have already liked the post already. And the press was probably already writing about it.

"Okay bye guys we'll talk to you later." Your dad said before hanging up the face time.

"I think I made a mistake I shouldn't have posted it, dad!! I shouldn't even be a mom now I'm putting my kids into the media! Dad, I had the privilege of not being in the media often since I lived in texas no one is gonna go there and try to take photos rednecks would shoot em! My kids have to live where ever you are because I'm a minor! I'm so dumb! I should've kept it a secret." You rested your head on his shoulder as you rambled. He sighed not knowing how to calm you down so he just looked down at you rubbing your shoulder. "Oh not to mention what is someone from town sees that! They'll all know and show Jake or mom! My kids won't even have their father! Only a mom. I can't take care of the babies I can't even drive! What am I going to do take them to school on a bicycle?" Your rambling continued.

"Bubba... You'll be able to drive when they start going to school besides you have me. Don't worry about town. Or the press." He said. To be honest those were thought he's been having it was why he didn't want you to tell the press. You grew up in a small town in texas with a whole bunch of rednecks even if the paparazzi found out where you lived the town would've chased them away, not because they liked you but because rednecks are crazy. If you still lived there press would be a lot less of a problem. And for the whole, your kids won't have a father thing he knew even if their dad wouldn't be there he would be the best male role model he can for them. But he also noticed that if you weren't at school or work you were always busying your mind, with homework or reading you barely read before. He could only assume it was because of the breakup and being kicked out. Just a way for you not to think of them. Dodger ran over licking your hand as you continued your rant to your dad.

"Shh, bubba." He cooed softly as your rant ended. "I told you, you're not going to be alone. I'll be there to help you the whole way."

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#chris evans x teen!reader #cevans #chris evans #chris evans x daughter!reader #teen pregnancy #x teen!reader #x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #teen!reader #i'll be there to help you the whole way #it takes a village

[frogsandfries]

I'm so excited

If this check ended up over two hundred, and I'm going to be getting paid every week, I'm going to try putting a hundred to a hundred fifty away right off the top; that money doesn't exist until I'm ready to purchase my van. From there, I'll have plenty of money every two weeks to take care of bills and such.

Since my first check is going to be pretty decent, I can get a decent pair of shoes for work, and pay my phone bill.

If I have to drink one more bottle of straight water at work, I will scream. So I might actually leave the house early so I have time to stop at the grocery store and maybe get some sushi and a few water flavors, and hopefully still have time to stop for some shoes. I'm probably going to have to leave the house around the time I usually get up.

I'm so excited.

I'm pretty tempted to order this massive eighty dollar thread order I have; it's all flesh tones, and I'm trying to show a reasonable variety of flesh tones between my characters in my stitchery. I might write down my list somewhere else and just get two skeins of ten or twenty colors at a time. I'm kind of taking a break on stitching to build up a little backlog of patterns, and I'm using most of my bus time and lunch breaks at work to write.

I also keep talking about wanting a lot of to use more over-dyes in my backgrounds; so I'm going to also be purchasing a variety of color palettes. I think the best choices are going to be any pastels, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and any combination therein, or any earth tones. Anything candy colored is best avoided.

This is also a good time to start throwing some consistent money at my student loans. I'm. So. Excited. To be working toward my van.

Ugh. I'm really hungry right now. There probably won't be much to eat in the house. I'll probably take a nap right away and maybe if my check drops by midnight, I'll order pizza. I'll get a couple things so there's some for everyone else and maybe lunch tomorrow. I feel like I'll still be so hungry tomorrow, I'll be able to eat an obscene amount of sushi. I keep talking about sushi. I know it's just grocery store, like outsourced sushi, but it's better than Walmart sushi, and better than no sushi at all.

Maybe........ if I got my license..........I could get over to Milwaukee on a day off. I know there's a couple sushi places in Milwaukee and I will fucking enjoy myself, make myself sick on some real sushi, even if it costs like a hundred bucks. That's how I'll celebrate my van.

The sooner I start saving, the better, and I'll just start picking up clothes for work here and there.

I had a thought at work today, but then I realized it's not even November. I want to make an absolute mountain of mini ginger bread houses. I guess I could make a Halloween village out of sugar cookies. Maybe I should just design some templates and make miniature villages out of polyclay. I would if I didn't feel like it would demand the kind of space I don't have. Although, I wonder if I could actually pull off a miniature village where most of the buildings are about two inches. Thinking about it kind of reminds me of that one time I halfass tried to make a palm-sized dollhouse. A dollhouse locket. Dammit. I don't have enough lives for all the studio creations I have in mind.....

Edit: I'm back home, and it turns out, it's under fifteen minutes to walk from the place I want to get breakfast/lunch from to the place where I'm probably going to end up getting some shoes for work, plus coffee, then I'll just hang out till I have to get to work.