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trigger warning: racism, suicide, mentions of people getting lynched, profanities, graphic images.

this is an update/continuation regarding my previous post.

if anyone is still confused as onto what is going on, this post talks about the issue that has surfaced less than a week ago surrounding the kpop idol group, enhypen. in one of the clips that they posted, a snippet was cut out and the background audio of the short clip caused a hot debate to occur between engenes, the mentioned kpop group’s fandom name.

it was heard that one of the members was singing a song entitle ‘love galore’ by sza, in the lyrics that they had sung, people were pointing out that the member uttered out the n word while singing.

it became a hot issue because a lot of people were complaining that they did not hear the n word in the audio, at the same time a lot of other engenes pointed out that they heard it. personally, i am not going to give out my opinions on whether i heard it or not because just like the previous post,

i already stated that i am asian and i have no rights to discuss about any matter regarding the n word.

now back to what i was going to say.

a lot of ‘engenes’ were attacking black engenes, saying that this situation was not serious at all and this shouldn’t be a concerning topic in the beginning, which was wrong because black engenes have all the rights to know what was really happening in the video and whether the person that was singing the song said it or not.

i am still traumatised by the comments and remarks that i read on the weverse. people were posting pictures of black people getting lynched and was complaining to bring it back because black engenes were deemed nuisances to them. to people that are still unaware of the severity of this situation, these pictures are for you.

warning: graphic images

it took a lot of nerve for me to write and post this because i am scared of getting threats but there was little to none of people that will address the suffering of black engenes in the tumblr so i am going to just post, if anyone wants to come forward and attack me you are welcomed to do so, i won’t give a shit.

and today, i found out that there was an engene that committed suicide because of the constant attacks she received from other ‘engenes’. it was said that enhypen was her only motivation to keep on continue living, and to know that she had passed away because of this was heartbreaking. i did not know the engene personally but i could not imagine how heartbroken she must have been getting attacked just because she was stating their opinions as a black engene.

imagine getting attacked just because you stood up for your own rights.

humans are fucking sick.

rest in peace to the op, lets all send our warmest regards to their family.

i truly hope that by me posting this, a lot of people are aware that this situation is nothing to be made fun of anymore. this is fucking serious. someone committed a suicide because of this, if you still can sit back and acted like you didn’t see nothing then something is wrong with you.

and finally, belift has finally made a move after a long time. they had released their email address and through this, we can contact them regarding this issue. let them know that things have gone out of control and they needed to take actions as fast as possible.

here’s a template if you need help. this template is available in both korean and english. the original creator of this template is @ENbackup_ at twitter.

lastly, to any black engene that is in need of a place to vent out their frustrations, and is currently stressed out because of the current situation do know that my inbox is always open and i will be right here to give you mental support. or you can vent out to the person that you trust the most.

we’re all here for you, and we are aware how terrifying this situation can be for you.

do repost to spread this around.

also, i’m sorry if there is any grammar mistakes or any wrong usage of vocabulary. i wrote this in a hurry, there was no proofreading and english is not my first language.

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actually injera isn’t a pancake but a flatbread. an actual pancake is the somali malawah.

my favorite thing in the world is how every single human culture, together or independently, created its own version of Pancake. everyone took one look at frying pans and were like “holy shit i have the BEST idea”

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Feel so Close

Chapter 5 of Different Light

A/N- I loved how this chapter turned out :) especially the ending!! Let me know what you thought?!

Warning- FLUFF, only slight angst, SLOWBURN. Oh and Draco.

Pairing- Harry Potter x Malfoy!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!reader

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This Christmas year unlike the previous ones you’d spent away in Durmstrang was the first year you were actually happy to stay in school, and not counting the days and hours until you could go home. This Christmas year you were actually happy to have friends to buy presents for.

You actually tried this year and hoped Fred and George would like what you got them. So much so that each second that passes and each step that you began to take inside the great hall was wrecking your nerves. When you saw the two redheads sitting around the long tables the ache increased tenfold. You felt like you were going to hurl.

As much as you tried to ease yourself, you couldn’t. It seems to stupid to get all nervous over something as miniscualr as giving your friends presents, but again this year was different. You actually truly cared for your friends. The only moment of clarity however during your aching path towards your friends was when you saw Harry Potter. You smiled sweetly as you briefly stopped across where he sat to add a warm comment. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”

Said boy's eyes widened a bit and the milk he had in his mouth spilled down his chin the moment he opened his mouth to respond clumsily. “Merrycritmas.”

You can’t help yourself from giggling at his clumsy reaction, shooting him a beaming grin before continuing to walk towards Fred and George. Finally making it to where they sat and seating this time across from them.

“Merry Christmas, Malfoy.” Both twins said to you simultaneously with bright grins on their faces.

“Merry Christmas, Fred and George.” You say back with a matching grin, hiding their present under the table, “how’s your morning been?”

“Oh you know,” George answered with a smug grin, “jolly.”

Fred and you meet each other’s gaze at Georges comment and don’t fail to break into genuine and amused laughter. Something that George doesn’t hesitate to join in, making you forget for those short seconds that you had been nervous to see them. But that was a blissful second that was destroyed by your own mind as you remembered what you needed to do. You had the shortest moment of self doubt to not do it, but you you had to.

So you boosted your own courage, clearing your throat to calm the laughter and pull the presents from under the table to place them on the tabletop. Pulling both of the boys curious attention.

“I want to give the both of you a present.” You clearly begin to say, meeting their gazes for a couple seconds before tearing your eyes away to look at the presents you pushed towards them. “I hope you boys like them,” you finish, putting your arms on your lap to begin to nervously rub one arm as they both begin to open their gifts with boyish grins. Pulling out an envelope first that you had to quickly stop them from reading out loud. “Not here, just...read them on your own time.”

Fred smirks and begins to tease you with reading it, but sees your pleading gaze and stops himself, instead pulling out some money that George got too. Something they both questioned.

“What’s this for?” George asked.

You shrug timidly, “you both talk about opening a joke shop, so I’d thought I’d gift you some money towards the cause. It’s not a lot, but it’s something to add to what you already have saved.”

George and Fred grin brightly and they add their thanks, moving on to pulling out a small box each. Causing your nerves to skyrocket as they opened it and stared at the rings contained inside. Staying quiet for a long moment that you couldn’t handle any longer and had to ask. “Do you guys like them?”

George looks up to you and nods, “love them, but you know you didn’t have to get this, right?”

Again you shrug, “I know, but I wanted to.”

Fred takes the silver ring from the box and his grin maintains on his features, putting the ring on his long ring finger and showing it off. Tracing, like George was, the single letter that was engraved on their ring; a letter that was the first initial of their given name.

“I love it,” Fred finally says, “it’s probably the most expensive thing we own now, thank you,” he meets your gaze and smirks, “we’ll be just like you now, all high, mighty and rich. I’ll cherish it forever.” He then tilts his head to look at his brother, giving him a single nod that George understands to pull out a wrapped box that he had hidden at his side. Fred smiles and points to the box with a tilt of his head, “it’s for you.”

You blink and swallow thickly, feeling sincerely baffled by what was currently happening, unable to think of any words to say.

“Go on,” George pressed with a mischievous smirk of his own, “open it.”

“Okay,” you nod, pulling your arms from under the table and pulling the box towards you, beginning to unwrap it but stopping halfway to glare up at them. “If this is a prank box I will stop talking to the both of you.”

Fred and George snicker, but Fred is quick to assure you. “It’s not, trust me. We wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But thanks for the idea,” George adds as he also gently elbows Freds side.

You roll your eyes but continue, hesitantly opening the box and smiling wider as you pull out a knitted sweater with your first initial carefully knitted on the front. When you look at them you raise your eyebrow and turn the sweater around so they’d see. “Did you two make this?”

Fred scoffs, “no, you wish. We asked our mum to do it.”

You express a soft chuckle before you pull out another smaller box, feeling yourself hold your breath the moment you open it to see a silver chain necklace with the emblem of a snake and a lion. Obviously signifying Slytherin and Gryffindor. Or really them and you. It’s a thoughtful present you feel your heart skip a beat too, finally exhaling out deeply to express your genuine love for it.

“I love it, thank you boys so much.”

George scratches the bag of his head as he responds, “it’s from the both of us. And I know it maybe not be as fancy as what you gave us, but—”

“It’s the thought that counts,” you interject with a warm smile, “I love it. Really.”

Fred shrugs nonchalantly, “we knew you would.” He continues to lean in closer to you to proceed with his comment. “Come out with us to the courtyard before you have to get ready for the ball or whatever.”

You lean in too and quirk a brow, “you’ve got the canary creams?”

Fred looks to George and they share an unspoken conversation, both smirking before nodding. Causing the three of you to stand from your seats, taking what you had gotten to leave the hall and distract yourself for some time from getting ready for the ball.

The only thing that has your nerves in a knot now.

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The moment the clock hit exactly eight o’clock the doors to the great hall were going to be thrown open. Their was exactly fifteen minutes until that would happen and yet that was the least of your worries. The only thing that has you in a dizzy is the thought of being seen in your dress robes by your partner. It was inevitable that Fred was going to see you, as slow as you walked and pushed through the crowd of searching students inside the entrance hall, Fred seeing you was inevitable.

What would he think of you? Would he like seeing you in dress robes? Or would he regret asking you? Did you even look good?

Narcissa said you did when you first tried them on, but she was well...your mother of course she was going to say that.

Oh, how you wish you had some girlfriends right about now. Maybe they’d ease your racing mind. George would too. Where could he be?

You continue to search, but still are unable to find your partner or your other friend. Instead while on your search you end up finding Harry and his...date. At first you had the thought of just walking off, your nerves couldn’t handle anymore anxiety, especially not with the new pestering thought of being seen by Harry, but then a different bitter feeling took over and before you could stop yourself you were walking Harry’s way; with a little more sass in your walk and a more happier smile on your lips than before.

At first he didn’t spot you, but soon, probably feeling your gaze on him or simply just hearing Ron clearly point out to you, Harry looked your way and you lost all the confidence you had built in those few seconds. Feeling your happy smile turn shy and your walk turn slow until you ultimately stop before Harry and his group.

There was a moment of silence shared between the group of you, one where Harry and you just shared a lingering look and said nothing, just managing a couple of incoherent sounds. The silence wasn’t broken until the girl in the pink and orange sari dress robes spoke up with a compliment towards you. “You look very pretty.”

You blink and look towards her, “oh.” You manage a genuine smile even if something inside you was burning at the sight of her. “Thank you, you look very pretty too, I like your dress robes.”

“Thank you,” she added sweetly.

When you look at the other girl, you fully realize that it’s her twin and you give her a compliment too, something she doesn’t hesitate to also throw back. Finally leaving you to turn back to Harry as he parts his lips to speak, albeit still a stammer of your name and then words you couldn’t quite catch. “Y-y,” he clears his throat and glances at Ron next to him who begins to snicker. “You look,” Harry swallows thickly and finally spits out what he’s been trying to say, “you look pretty.”

A wider and more timid smile tugs on your lips and you move one hand to nervously rub your wrist, “thank you. You look...pretty too.”

Idiot.

Before you could backtrack your compliment you hear your name called out, the action making you turn your head to see Fred walking your way with a grin on his face and sparkling eyes the moment he met your gaze.

When he fell by your side his grin only brightened and he didn’t seem to keep his eyes away, making your face burn and your whole being feel completely flustered.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” He finally managed to say his compliment.

You grin and continue to rub your wrist, “and you look incredibly handsome.”

Fred laughs and extends his arm, “shall we?”

You offer him a short nod and a short answer, “of course.” You hook your arm around his before getting pulled towards the great hall the moment the doors opened, seeing Fred look over his shoulder to shoot Harry a smile and his brother a teasing snicker.

When you get inside the great hall, the two of you wait for the champions to enter with their partners, watching in the meanwhile, students line up all down the created path, while also stealing glances at each other neither thought you would notice, but you did. You had a happy smile on your lips the whole time however, felt completely happy about today and less nervous now that Fred saw you and didn’t decide to ditch you.

You enjoyed the way the great all was prepared; in a fancy white wonderland type theme that you wished would stay like that forever. You felt incredibly delighted the moment you saw George and his date finally find Fred and you. Your feelings were just at an all time high at this moment, on this day.

But then there was a moment where you felt baffled and almost dazed as someone, the moment the champions began to enter caught your eye.

“Is that?” You gawk with a widened gaze, “is that Hermione Granger?” You tilt your head to follow the girl in the pink dress. Feeling your mouth open wider the moment you actually identify that it in fact is Hermione Granger. She just looked so different than what you were used to seeing. Her hair that was usually out and wild was now elegantly picked up, her makeup was light on her face, but it still changed her, she looks, “absolutely stunning,” you continue to gawk with an admired gaze.

“And she’s with Viktor Krum?” Fred mused as the champions began to dance the moment the music started.

George playfully hit your arm and whispered, “that could’ve been you, but instead you got stuck with this bloke.” He snickers and Fred shoots him a glare.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Probably, but I wouldn’t have preferred it any other way.”

Fred winks and shoots his brother a proud smirk, staying quiet to pay attention to the dancing couples on the dance floor that by each passing minute kept increasing, letting him finally get the idea to also invite you to join. “Would you care to join me for a dance?” He asked with a goofy grin.

You smile and nod, letting him pull you into the dance floor and wrap one hand around your waist while the other gripped onto your hand. You gently held onto his shoulder the moment he began to move to the music, leading you in the dance as you followed; smiling sweetly as the both of you just focused on each other as you followed the tune of the music, twirling and avoiding those students around you.

The only time you looked away from Fred was when you spotted Harry dancing close by, he didn’t seem to know you were staring as he seemed too busy on not stepping on his partners feet; but that was only a couple seconds before your attention was pulled back to Fred, continuing to dance to the songs that played and played, not getting tired of being with another or dancing at all. Feeling in fact closer to one another as the time and songs passed so mindlessly, like a strong force was keeping you together and didn’t want you to let go—not like you would either way. It felt like it was just him and you on the dance floor and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Even as the tune of the music transitioned into a more upbeat and faster beat you kept dancing; grinning happily, jumping wildly and headbanging your heads to the song. The only time you stopped was to finally catch your breath outside and drink whatever it was they were serving.

“Who knew I had such a great dance partner,” Fred breathed as he pulled his cup away from his lips. “You truly fascinate me.”

A teasing smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you pull your cup down, shrugging nonchalantly to his comment. “Oh well you know years of dancing lessons with a private instructor has to count for something, right?”

Fred’s eyes narrowed on your face, his brown eyes searching your face to try and get a hint if what you were saying was in fact true. Which it wasn’t, but you liked to tease him since he and George seemed to always like teasing you about the money your family had—“joking,” you reveal as you playfully hit his arm, “no private instructor, but professor Snape was a strict one.”

Fred’s lips break into a half smile and he expresses a soft laugh, taking another sip of his drink to finally finish it and focus on you once again. “Well my opinion doesn’t change and you truly do fascinate me.”

You bite the inside of your cheek gently and tilt your head slightly, not breaking your gaze and feeling your cheeks burn. “Oh well,” you gush, “thank you. You’re an incredible dancer as well. It makes you a great dance partner. Plus the suit doesn’t look bad on you either.”

Fred smirks and scoffs, “this old thing, pshh.” He steps closer and points to you, “you on the other hand, again completely stunning.” Fred takes another step until he’s just inches away, not breaking his lingering and burning gaze, instead lifting his hand to pick up the silver emblem that hung from the necklace he and George had bought you. “You liked it? I know it’s not as fancy as what you might be used to, but it was bought with a lot of thought and care.”

Your eyes drift to his hand before they flicker up, stopping on his lips for a few seconds before you meet his gaze again, lifting your hand to grab his. “Fred I’ve told you already, the value of it does not matter. It could be made of paper clips or plastic and I'd still wear it. I loved it.”

Fred swallows thickly and parts his lips, leaning in closer to your face and staying still for a few seconds. Almost as if he were debating if he should or not. The hesitation of it was such a rare occurrence that it caught you off guard and left you unmoving and waiting. Made you look at his lips again for a few seconds that seemed to be hours, unmoving just like him.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes later did Fred finally build enough courage to finally break the tension by closing the small gap left. Pressing his lip on yours and moving his hand down to gently grab your arm, moving his other free hand to cup your cheek and pull you closer. While you moved one hand to wrap it around his neck and the other to cup his cheek as you kissed him back. In that instant feeling like thousands of butterflies were fluttering inside your stomach and like your heart was going to explode. The kiss was sweet and gentle, he wasn’t in any hurry to stop or to pull away. He, like you, was swept by the moment, unaware of your surroundings.

And it would’ve stayed like that, feeling as if it was just him and you if the both of you hadn’t heard the distant, deep scolding voice of a certain professor in the distance that made you both pull away and rush back inside before you also got in trouble.

The rushed and sudden heart pumping action made the both of you laugh as you got back inside the warmth of the castle. And once Fred stopped laughing he took your cup from your hand and began to walk back, throwing you a quick comment before he turned completely. “I’m going to get us more drinks, I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” you nod, waiting for him to turn his back to you to finally let out a happy giggle and express a happy and flustered grin. Lifting your hand to feel your lips with the tip of your fingers, unable to fully grasp that you had shared your first kiss with Fred. It felt like a dream and only made this day so much better, nothing could destroy that. Nothing.

“I see you’re still hanging around lowlife bloodtraitors.” Draco’s voice broke your stupor, making you turn your head to look beside you. “You know sometimes I don’t even believe you’re my sister anymore.”

You blink and the enchantment from seconds before begins to dwindle. “Watch it, Draco.”

“One thing is being their friend and the other is being seen with one here.” He continues to seeth, trying to hide the smug smile that threatened to show on his pale face. “What would father say? What would mother say?”

“Draco.” You warn sharply, balling your hand at your side and taking a dangerous step towards him. “Don’t.”

This time he lets the evil shit eating smirk appear as he stays frozen to his spot. “You’ll disappoint them and you’ll be a bloodtraitor too. Just like your filthy friends.”

You feel your eyebrows pinch at his comment and your lip curls. “Why you—”

“Oí, Malfoy, why don’t you take it down a notch and leave your sister alone.” You hear Fred’s voice echo as he begins to walk behind you. “I don’t want you ruining this night for her.”

Draco scoffs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “What are you going to do about it, Weasley?”

Fred grips onto the cups in his hand so hard that they began to shake as his hands did. He takes a threatening forward and just as he’s about to retort, you cut him off. “It’s okay, Fred, best not stoop down to his level. He’s just looking for trouble that he isn’t going to get,” you grumble as you begin to turn and grab Fred’s arm, glaring back at Draco over your shoulder. “You better watch your tongue, brother, because the next time I hear you talk bad about my friends, you’ll see that something terrible has happened to it.” A slight smirk tugs on your lips that you flash to Draco, before completely turning your back against him and walking back to the great hall with Fred.

It takes a moment of walking for either Fred or you to break the tense silence that had blanketed over the both of you. A moment you take for the words you had just said to settle in your brain. It fills you with remorse yet excitement all at the same time. You easily could debate about how you feel all night, but Fred interrupts your train of thought and only boosts that excitement.

“Wow, Malfoy, that was truly impressive,” he smiles as he hands your drink, “just as I was going to defend you, you went on and did it all by yourself. Didn’t even need me.”

You chuckle softly and roll your eyes, beginning to feel a heat on your cheeks again. “Well perhaps not, but I appreciated you trying.”

Fred shrugs nonchalantly, “that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a big chug of his drink before he sets the cup down on the random table beside you, taking your hand in his once you do the same to pull you back to the dance floor. Continuing to sweep you off your feet as he continued to dance with you.

This time unlike the last, after the intimate moment you had shared, feeling even closer than before, feeling like no one could take away that feeling. It was just the two of you as the songs boomed and your bodies danced to each and every single one of them.

George and his date would join and form a small dance circle when they wanted, but they would soon depart and come back again. Sometimes bringing some of their friends and other times just bringing themselves. The cycle being a repetitive one with the song that fit. It only broke once the last slow song began to play and artificial fog covered the dance floor.

You rested your head on Fred’s shoulder as you both swayed to the music, hardly paying attention to the few couples left. Enjoying the comfortable silence that the two of you shared, not wanting the night to end, but knowing it had to, because if you had a choice you'd want this day to go on just a few hours longer. And even if there was one sour moment, the day was truly magical and you wouldn’t change it, today, tonight was definitely one you’d remember for the rest of your life.

“I really enjoyed today,” you mused happily while you interlaced your fingers with Fred’s as you both began to walk out of the room. “You were a great partner.”

“I think so too,” Fred teases, “I think was truly amazing.”

You scoff and just as you stop in the middle of the entrance hall to think of your goodbye, the sounds of soft weeping steal your attention to a curled up body on the stairs. You meet Fred’s gaze once he notices the same and you both collectively identify who it was so sadly crying. Hermione Granger.

“We should help her.” You whisper to Fred, “or atleast just ask if she needs anything.”

Fred discreetly glances over his shoulder before shaking his head once he meets your concerned gaze. “I think it’s best just to leave her.”

You shake your head, “no, she’s obviously upset about something, it would be pretty rude if we just ignored her.”

Fred hesitates, but he ultimately sighs loudly and nods in agreement to your need to help. Albeit he really had no choice since you had already walked past him before he could try and further protest.

And without you having time to double think of your decision you quietly take a seat next to Hermione, taking Fred’s handkerchief as he carefully hands it to you, looking almost afraid of the crying girl next to you.

“You know any other day I would say it’s okay to cry,” you say softly, “but after what I saw from you today, after the fun I saw you have and how beautiful you truly looked I’d say it’s a crime to do so.”

At the sound of your words Hermione pulls her head from her arms and slowly looks up at you with puffy red eyes, sniffling and looking utterly confused. She takes the handkerchief from you regardless but still stays quiet.

“You know if Viktor Krum did something to spoil your night I’d be down to mess with him.” You continue to say to try and lift her spirits, offering an assuring smile that was mixed with a bit of mischief. “Famous player or not.”

Hermione giggles and shakes her head, “it wasn’t him. He was great...it’s-it’s just,” her eyes fill with tears again as she seems to recall what had ruined her night. “Ronald Weasley.” She confesses, pulling Fred’s full undivided attention. “He just said stupid things that just spoiled everything.”

“Oh,” you form the word with your mouth, glancing to Fred for a moment as he stepped in defensively.

“What did he say so I can go mess him up.”

Hermione’s shoulders slumped again and she wiped her tears that began to roll past her cheeks. “He’s just pestered at the fact that I came with Viktor. I don’t know why. He just seemed so betrayed by the fact that I was asked by Viktor. He called me a traitor.”

“Maybe he was jealous that he wasn’t asked by him.” Fred jokes making you chuckle.

Hermione offers a wobbly smile, but it all too quickly deflates all over again. Letting herself continue with her frustration. “I told Ron that if he wanted to ask me, he should’ve asked before and not as a last resort. He just ruined everything.”

“Don’t let him ruin your night, he’s not worth it….” you nervously glance at Fred and add, “no offense.” Fred simply simply shrugs it off and lets you continue. “He’s a little boy, he doesn’t know anything. He may think he does, but he doesn’t. If you ask me, I’d say he’s just jealous that Krum came with such a beautiful and smart girl. That he knew what you had to offer without having to be told.”

A soft smile grows on Hermione's lips as she wipes her tears.

“My brother tried to ruin my night too, but you know what I did?” You ask without the need of having to wait for her to answer. “I fought back and stomped on the negativity he tried to spread, I ignored him and didn’t let him ruin my night.” You smile sweetly and carefully wrap your arm around her shoulder, “I want you to do that too, ignore the negativity and focus on the fun you had. Because in a couple years all the bad stuff that happened today is going to be irrelevant. What you’re going to remember is the fun you had today. Don’t let something as irrelevant as what one boy had to say affect you, okay? You’re much stronger and smarter to let that happen.”

Hermione finally grins and surprises you with a sudden embrace and sweet words that stick to you like glue. “Thank you y/n.” That would forever stick to you. “You aren’t as bad as I’d thought you’d be.”

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I cried literally just reading this piece of art.

Happiness, I’m sorry you’ve been on hold.

Request: Could you do a one shot of Fred Weasley after the war, where he doesn’t die and actually falls in love with a muggle. And he tells her about wizards and meets his family? Thank you!

A/N: So this is now the longest thing I have ever written. My aim for this was to make it equal parts angst and equal parts fluff because I think Fred deserves all the fluff. Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope I have done it justice! Please read the warnings before reading this fic should anything trigger - you come first, not fic reading. Also, if anyone can name the TV shows I mention in this, you get a gold star! Title from Volbeat - For Evigt. I hope you all enjoy, I know it’s long!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of war, depression, insomnia, PTSD, swearing, food, but THERE IS SO MUCH FLUFF - SO MUCH (as well as a bit of steaminess).

Word count: 13.3k

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“may i?”

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Genre: fluff, some angst

Word count: 8k words

Summary: You’re the medic assigned to take care of Captain Levi as he heals from the explosion. You’re also the only person he tolerates.

Alternatively: In which you create prosthetics for humanity’s most war torn soldier.

Trigger Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS. Mentions of violence, blood, gore, and death. Slight sexual references, some curse words.

a/n: levi’s kinda ooc bc i couldn’t write the progress of his relationship with reader without making it longer than it already is. also this is medically inaccurate (re: healing time of broken bones and amputations) for the sake of the plot so pls no one throw hands. 

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How to make character injuries more realistic

Before I start, I just want to say that I love unrealistic whomp. You don’t have to stop writing because they are fun! But if you want some more realism, here you go

Most major injuries take a long time to heal. 6 weeks is usually a minimum for any surgery, birth, or broken bone.

Major Muscle and joint injuries commonly take months or years to heal, require surgery to repair or replace, physical therapy, or may never heal.

Physical therapy hurts a lot. And takes months or years too sometimes.

Getting shot: placement is basically everything because bullets rip a hole through whatever they hit and there is no safe shot. 1/6 chance they die from any hit. Any. Infection is a big risk and more men in the civil war died of infection than blood loss. The leg has major arteries that can bleed out in minutes (femoral artery) and many layer of muscles and losing one layer will affect leg movement in a big way. Surgery to reattach muscles or add cadaver muscle can be needed. There is a risk of rejection. Getting shot in the the chest is very scary because it can hit a major organ, artery straight from the heart, or the muscles that allow the arms to move. Same with the back.

Getting shot in the stomach can have a person bleed out quickly if hit in the descending aorta. But usually it’s a gut shot and ruptures the stomach causing acid burns that eat the inside of their abdomen or into intestines that releases bacteria filled poop into their abdomen and they slowly get a deadly infection. Extremely painful and scary. Surgery can be complicated.

Losing a limb: they can definitely bleed to death (femoral artery in legs in minutes) or without a proper tourniquet in hours to days anywhere else. They need surgery to close the limb. Being in nerve pain for a years afterwards is very common. Phantom limb pain is common. Infections sometimes happen and depend on how the limb was lost on the risk. Crushed is a high risk for infection. Becoming addicted to pain medication is a risk. Prosthetics are not perfect. Kids outgrow them and need new ones. They sometimes rub the skin or cause pain and need physical therapy to properly learn how to use them. Many people who lose a limb require psychotherapy because they often have to literally mourn their lost limb and life change.

Getting stabbed: location, depth, and weapon make a difference. The closer to major arteries or internal organs, the more serious it is. Also how deep it goes. Muscle and joint cuts are complicated to heal and might require multiple surgeries. The weapon affects the chances of getting an infection and how large the cut is. A clean sharp blade goes deeper but has a better chance of healing if it doesn’t hit anything major. A dull blade increases infection risks and cause excessive bleeding and a longer time for tissue growth because it’s basically ripping rather than cutting. Serrated blades cause nasty wounds.

Head injuries- anything that causes lack of consciousness is a head injury. Many can be mild but multiple times can cause permanent damage (like professional fighters or American football players). Nausea, vomiting, severe headache, any mental decline like not knowing where they are, who they are, what they are doing, or what year it is are symptoms that they aren’t okay and need to visit the hospital for potential brain damage or concussion. Amnesia and confusion can be temporary or permanent. Brain swelling can be deadly and might require surgery to release pressure.

Getting a blood transfusion- can happen after any major trauma where they lose blood. You can look up symptoms of hypovolemia for how the patient would act when bleeding out. Shock is a big risk. Blood is given in a IV and people can go through many liters through a surgery or when first admitted with major trauma. It’s hard to get it in a vein in patients bleeding out because they are deflated. Removing IVs is not a blood drenched horror movie unless they have a bleeding disorder or on blood thinners. Also that blood will leak out of veins. It’s the arteries that gush.

Being bedbound or in a coma- cause muscles to be weakened and long enough time they will need to relearn how to walk or use tools when they wake. Be in a coma for 6 months and you won’t walk out of the hospital when you wake up. They may have pressure injuries on the back of their heals or tailbone from laying in one spot too long. There are a lot of tubes in their body. A lot.

Signs of infection- heat, new pain, not healing, redness, increased drainage or changes towards yellow or black drainage that smells bad at the site of infection. Can become deadly. They also can be more tired, get body fever, lack of appetite, irritable, and just feeling bad (malaise).

Burns- depth of damage decides how bad it is. You can look up degrees of burn. 1 littlest, 3rd worst. 3rd degree burns don’t hurt because they have destroyed nerves. Second degree hurts the worst. Dehydration and hypothermia (too low body temp) are some of the most serious short term risks because the skin isn’t protecting them anymore. Infections are common and heal times are long and painful. Scaring is very common.

If you want to give your character a disorder or unusual injury, google it. Usually you will get an entire list of symptoms they might have. They probably won’t get all of the symptoms.

Pain medication isn’t perfect and many will still have pain especially when the medication wears off. Addiction, dependence, or tolerance are common. They are all a little different. Doctors don’t like writing narcotics prescription unless it’s real pain (like those on this list.)

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!!!PLEASE REBLOG THIS!!!! PLEASE HELP US!! Thai Police blocking the ambulance in mob 16 Oct

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what the hell is going on in this country?!

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what the hell is going on in this country?!

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Never Let Them See You Cry (Platonic! Aizawa x student Reader)

A/N: I don’t really know what to write right now so please send in requests if you have them! In the meantime, here is some Aizawa being an amazing teacher because he really is and I love the big sleepy dork.

Quirk: Puppeteer: The user can connect strings to another’s body through physical contact. It allows them to essentially turn them into a puppet. The drawbacks are that if the strings are not placed correctly, it is harder to control the person. Additionally, the victim of the quirk does not lose consciousness, so they can try to fight back. If trained enough, the user can shoot the strings out like strings or webs to trap someone.

It had been a rough day, worse than the others at least. You had been training with your quirks in Class 1-B today, and general studies or management kids were occasionally brought out for class (management was learning about publicizing and general studies was studying the development of heroes). Either way, the condescending mumbles and whispers directed your way were not good for your concentration. After a particularly rough hit from Tetsu (which he excessively apologized for), you had to limp your way off to Recovery Girl’s office. Then some of the management kids decided to follow you on the way. 

“God, I would hate to be their manager! Imagine how bad a so-called hero with a villain quirk is when she can’t even win a fight.”

“I’m surprised they even let someone like that into the hero studies. I mean, how is it going to look on UA when she turns into some psycho villain!”

Ignore them, you thought, hands clenched tight around your arms as you hobbled through the nearly empty hallways. If you lash out, you will only prove them wrong. People never believed you when you said you wanted to help people. Fate is cruel, giving you the ability to control another person’s movements. Thankfully, as you got to Recovery Girl’s office, their insults shouted directly at you turned into a normal conversation between the two of them, laughing as they continued down the hall to loop back to class.

That is what led to you standing in the middle of the training field as everyone started to leave. Shaking from the strain on your body, breath uneven, and training uniform jacket stripped to reveal the black tank underneath. The mannequin you dragged out to practice on was undamaged, but strings tightly pulled the arms back to restrain it. Your knees gave out from under you, making you tumble to the ground. Tears pricked your eyes as your forearms and thighs pressed into the dirt. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What a stupid dream of being a hero.

“You should probably head home, you know.”

A gruff voice spoke out monotonously nearby, causing you to slowly lift your head. Eraserhead, the Class 1-A teacher stood a few feet away, with his arms crossed over his chest, and the infamous scowl on his face. You stumbled to your feet, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’. You hung your head, ready to be reprimanded for staying past school times. The sound of him walking closer filled your ears. To your surprise, when he got close enough, he laid a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You have the puppet quirk right? I think I remember you from the entrance exams. What’s got you out here?” He mumbled, looking down at you with same tired look as always. The tears that had once pricked your eyes came streaming out, a shaky sob wracking your body. He let out a quiet sigh before moving the hand on your shoulder to the back of your head, pulling you in for a surprisingly comforting hug. It lasted for a few moments before you pulled back, rubbing your red and puffy eyes with the back of hands. 

Your gaze lowered back down to the ground, the situation dawning on you that you just cried on the teacher of the main hero course. “I’m sorry that you had to come out here to get me, sir.” You mumbled, not daring to look him in the eye. 

He placed the hand back on your shoulder, continuing to stare down at you. “Never let them tell you who to be. If you want to be a hero, then there is no way that a misleading quirk could turn you into a villain, you hear me?” You looked up at him in shock, mouth agape that we knew. “I heard some of those management kids earlier today. Next time they watch your class, I want you to stand your ground against any opponent and show them how capable you are.” A small smile formed on your face that Aizawa mimicked. You nodded, going to gather your stuff that you had thrown to the side. “Oh, one last thing (Y/L/N).”

You turned to look at him, tilting your head in curiosity. “What is it?” He started to walk back toward the entrance of the school, before turning to look back at you.

“Never let them see you cry. When you are a hero, you need to seem happy. Also, talk to the school about getting tutored by me. You ever thought of trying to restrain someone without touching them?” He hummed. “Now get out of here before I have to write you up and make more paperwork for myself.

“Thanks, Mr.Aizawa,” You smiled, before running to the gate of U.A. Tomorrow is a new day. A day to be the best hero you can be. Never let those who will only judge you on the bad things see you cry. Show them how strong you can be, and let those who accept you for everything, the good and the bad, see your vulnerable side.

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A/N: Ugggghhh I can’t write endings I’m so sorry but please listen to those last few sentences if you feel that way. You are worth it. No matter what flaws you have, you are worthy of a happy and healthy life. It won’t always be easy, but if you work to be a hero, either for yourself or for others, it will pay off. I care for you and so many others do. Never feel afraid to message me, either with a request or you just need to rant <3.

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