#...way too much aHAHAHA

[suffarustuffaru]

hello ive made many diagrams by now but you can have Yet Another One. appy pride monf 🫶🏳️‍🌈 (also i mayve put some of the more intersecting ones in the wrong places oops but just pretend theyre in the right place 👍)

[kodokberjamur]

Uhh so I blacked out, and—

[n4rval]

She wings on my dings til I gaster…

you cannot just say that

[windybreeze12]

Keith was on autopilot. He knew he was fighting the bot and he was able to avoid every single strike, but his eyes always wandered to Lance. His bot was still on the far end of the room and advancing rapidly as Lance struggled to fire in a straight line. If anyone knew anything about Lance, it was that one of the things he’s most proud of is his aim, straight and true and never misses.

Well, until today it would seem.

His bot was growing dangerously close and Lance had begun to show panic, eyes wide and teeth pressed tightly as he whispered a string of curses and kept missing.

Closer…

Closer…

Shit.

[lesbianraskolnikov]

i still cant believe he fucking shoots himself lol

[fivefeetfangirl]

Oh nothing hits more than four different mutuals messaging you about the new 91w chapter y'all are doing gods work I wouldn't have known if not jshshs

[death-and-his-maiden]

PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH (2022)✨️🍷🍹🍺 DRINKING GAME 🍺🍹🍷✨️

1. Take a sip anytime:

• A banger ass song starts playing

• Santa Caloma is mentioned

• Pickles is mentioned 🥒

• Jack Horner says an extremely quotable line (at your discretion, because honest to fucking god most of what he says is quotable as fuck)

• Goldilocks is referred to as a budget version of a similar fairytale character ("Little Bo Creep," "Low-rent Cinderella")

• The name "Team Friendship" is mercilessly dragged through the shit

• A map ownership swap occurs and the surrounding area changes as a result

• Puss gets shit on by anyone within a 5 mile radius

• Perrito tries to get Puss to rub his belly

• A character dies, implying Death is most certainly somewhere in the surrounding area unbeknownst to literally everyone else in the story who isn't Death

• Kitty wears the strap-on in her relationship with Puss (for the layman, this would be any time that Kitty saves Puss's ass in any kind of fight scene or really any interaction she has with him where you look at them and the only thought to go through your head is, "this man definitely gets pegged")

• Papa Bear fails to back up Baby Bear when he resists a particular roast slung at him by Goldi and instead affirms the accuracy of said roast or takes Goldi's side

• Perrito is disturbingly upbeat given the grimness of the current conversation topic being discussed in the movie

•Puss's anime eyes are used and/or discussed

1. Chug for 3 seconds every time:

• Spanish splinter™️ occurs

• A wanted poster is shown

• Perrito triggers the censors 🤬

• Death shows up 🥰 🥺🫠😏

1. Take a shot every time:

• Puss loses a life (if you're daring and can time it, do a sip/shot for each life lost in the beginning montage and repeat during the scene in the Cave of Lost Souls if you can keep up with two sickles mcgee, ignore if you're a

✨️p u s s y✨️)

• The Shrek Cinematic Universe is alluded to, basically any time a Shrek character besides Puss appears on screen

• Perrito has to be rescued

1. Finish your drink when:

• Perrito calms Puss down during his panic attack

• Puss parts on good/neutral terms with his sleep paralysis demon ("Hasta la muerte" 💀❤️)

• The camera pans to reveal Far Far Away at the end 👽(closest emoji to Shrek that I could find sorry the only other green emoji is the puke one which I found inappropriate for our layered ogrelord)

If you're lucky, Death won't be carting your cold carcass into the afterlife by the end of this shit. Happy birthday me I guess lol here's to Shrek 5 bitches

[alkibiadessuperfan]

I feel like I scare off everyone with my enthusiasm and just…I feel like I want to much, I hope for too much and like I am too much for everyone to like me in a romantic way

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

if you enjoyed this, reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated <33

[random-cockroach]

25. 25 CHAPTERS THAT I'VE BEEN READING NON-STOP BECAUSE THIS FIC IS A FRAGGING PIECE OF ART THAT I COULDN'T FIND FOR DECADES AND IT JUST DROPPED ON ME WITH BLESSING OF GODS AND IT STILL HAS SO MANY CHAPTERS?????? I COULDN'T EVEN DRAW BECAUSE I JUST. READING. WOW

I NEED TO SCREAM SOMEWHERE. OKAY SO. AHAHA, I CAME AFTER JAZZ/PROWL, YEAH? AND THE FACT THAT IF TO GET JAZZ/PROWL'S WHATEVER THEY HAVE RIGHT NOW DESTROYING YET FINDING PLEASURE IN EACH OTHER'S COMFORT OR WANTING TO BE "ME AND HIM AGAINST THE WORLD", I STILL WILL LOVE IT SO MUCH (I will not turn caps out, I scream) BECAUSE EVERY CHARACTER. EVERY FRICKING CHARACTER, THEY WAY THEY ALL INTERACT. OOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDD. I LITERALLY CAN'T PUT IT DOWN IN WORDS, THIS FIC LITERALLY RUSHED IN THE TOP OF MY FAV BOOKS WHICH IS VERY, VERY SURPISING SINCE THERE ARE NOVELS ABOUT CULTIVATION/REBORN/GODS STUFF AND AHAHAHA. "MISTAKES ON MISTAKES" : WHAS'UP BOYS?? WHY NO ONE TOLD ME I WILL LOVE THIS JAZZ TO DEATH??? DESPERATELY WANTING TO LIVE WHILE ALSO BEING READY/EXPECT TO DIE ANY MOMENT. THIS BOY NEEDS THERAPY AND EVEN PROWL TRIES HIS BEST TO GUESS IN ADVANCE WHAT HE CAN DO WITH HIS TRAUMAS? AAAAAAAAAAA. THIS FIC HAS SO MUCH TASTY THINGS HAPPENING, YOU LITERALLY CAN TAKE ANY OF THEM AND BAM YOU WILL GET THE WHOLE DAMN ANIMATIC/ANIMATION BECAUSE. EVERY ONE OF THEM. CONNECTED ONE OR OTHER WAY OR DESCRIBED IN SUCH WAY THAT I JUST "HHHHUUHHHH" *INHALE-EXHALE*. LET ME IN IDIOT BOX TOO

[whos-the-seme]

Someone should honestly write a "4 Times That Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu Accidentally Acted Like Partners (and 1 Time They Finally Realized It)" thing. That would be so fun.

Here's some of what I got so far, though they're a tad incomplete. Feel free to add on!!!

Sharing a Bed

Shen Qingqiu stumbled into the peak lord meeting right before the starting time, eyes barely even open. He was impeccably dressed, as always, but the slight puffiness of his eyes and the way he was fighting back a yawn signaled to the fact that he might have rolled out of bed barely 5 minutes before.

He ignored the stares that he received as he made his way over and slid into the seat next to Shang Qinghua, groaning. Shang Qinghua raised his eyebrow at him, mildly amused. For once, he was the slightly well-rested one and his friend was the sleep-deprived mess. Despite this, he started pouring a cup of tea for the other.

"Shen-shixiong, did you even sleep properly? You were the one who told me to go home and get more sleep." He finished pouring the tea and passed the cup to his friend, before pouring himself a cup.

Shen Qingqiu groaned even louder at his words but accepted the cup. "I know, I know. I just couldn't get to sleep, though." He took a small sip and sighed in delight. "It's just that your bed is so much more comfortable than mine, so--"

Shang Qinghua, midway through drinking his tea, choked.

Silence.

Absolute silence. Mu Qingfang slowly put down his brush while Qi Qingqi's eyes darted between Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu, a smile spreading on her face.

Shen Qingqiu's slowly turning cog wheels finally realizes what he just said and the people he just said it in front of. Shang Qinghua made a slight wheezing sound.

Yue Qingyuan set down his own teacup, smiling pleasantly. "Shang-shidi's bed?"

"His guest bed!" Shen Qingqiu nearly yells. "I meant to say his guest bed, obviously that's where I sleep when I stay over, where else would I sleep, of course! I sleep in the bed that is not his!"

Shang Qinghua begins to nod his head frantically. "Yes, yes, he sleeps in my guest bed." Noticing the still dangerous glint in Yue Qingyuan's eyes, he begins to wave his hands around as if trying to stave off his impending doom. "N-not that Shen Qingqiu sleeps over often, or anything, ahahaha! It's just a spare bed that I happen to have--"

"I see," Yue Qingyuan interrupts, still smiling. Never before has Shang Qinghua feared for his life like this. He continues cheerfully, "Thank you for the clarification. Why don't we get this meeting started."

2. Robe Mix-Up

Shit! Shen Qingqiu had completely forgotten that he had to teach a morning class and was running late. He might have had too much fun last night reading trashy novels and bitching about them with Shang Qinghua, only to forget his responsibilities to his students. Upon waking and realizing the sun was already up, he nearly shoved Shang Qinghua off the bed trying to get up.

In his hurry to look presentable and still arrive on time, Shen Qingqiu grabbed the nearest outer robe that he could find and slipped it on, while simultaneously trying to fix his hair. Shang Qinghua, the traitor, simply rolled over and muttered something in his sleep, despite the chaos. He rolled his eyes at his best friend, despite the other not being awake to see it.

Finally ready, Shen Qingqiu rushes out of his bamboo house and starts to speed-walk, doing his best to still look majestic and peak lord-like, and not like he was running late to his own class. In his hurry, he doesn't notice the wide-eyed looks he was garnering from the older disciples he passed.

It was only when he steps into the classroom, and the previously hushed whispers and laughter of the teens fall dead silent, that he notices that something is wrong. They all stare at him.

"Good morning, everyone," Shen Qingqiu says pleasantly. No response. What, did he have something on his face or something?? He discreetly wiped at his cheeks, wondering what they were looking at. "Did something happen?"

"Shizun... isn't that...?" Ming Fan hesitantly spoke up, eyeing the blue robes that his teacher was wearing.

Shen Qingqiu followed his disciple's line of sight and looked down.

Ah. An Ding Peak Lord Blue. He must have accidentally grabbed Shang Qinghua's robes when getting dressed this morning.

Wait.

Fuck.

Shen Qingqiu can feel his face freeze.

Another brave disciple spoke up. "A-are those Shang-shishu's--"

"No," Shen Qingqiu says. His eye began to switch.

"But--"

"I said no."

Unfortunately for him, word spread fast, and by midday meal, there were people whispering about the fact that Shen Qingqiu had left his residence wearing Shang Qinghua's robes.

Shang Qinghua tsk'd at him from over the tea table they were taking their lunch at on An Ding Peak. "You just had to take my robe, huh? If you wanted to wear my clothes so bad, you could have just asked." An Ding disciples gawked at them on their way to do errands. One walked into a wooden post.

Shen Qingqiu glared at him, ears still burning red from embarrassment. "Shut up, Qinghua."

[chubbyreaderwriter]

I have a long request ahahaha can u make a chubby reader x Voldemort/tom riddle story? like where the reader tries to be friends with them but they get annoyed but when time pass by he slowly gets used to it and enjoys the readers presence until one day the reader stops because of some paired up project with harry or whoever character you use and he gets jealous but won't admit it can this be angst and fluff HAHSHSJ sorry if this is long hope you consider this!

I Don’t Share (My Project Partners)

Tom Riddle x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: You somehow manage to wriggle your way into Tom's heart but he's not the only one suddenly enamoured with you. Too bad he's never been good at sharing.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: none

Masterlist

You were out of breath rushing to your Potions class praying to Merlin that Professor Slughorn was in one of his quirky moods again and hadn’t noticed that you were missing for the first five minutes of class. Quietly sneaking in through the half opened door, you took the first open seat you could find which just so happened to be right next to Tom Riddle, a Half-Blood Slytherin you had seen around the castle a few times before. He was a strange boy, kept to himself most of the time and you rarely saw him with other people but you hadn’t taken much notice of him before that morning in all honesty.

You let out a sigh of relief as you seemed to have arrived undetected, placing your Potions book in front of you. You peeked over at Tom’s book to see what page you should be on and he quickly shut his book to stop you. You raised your gaze and saw him glaring at you, “If you wanted to know what page we should be reading, you should have arrived on time to be instructed by the professor.” You scoffed at him, “Oh come on, I was running a little late just this once, there’s really no need to be so mean.” Tom didn’t respond to you, turning his attention back to his book that he had angled in a way that you were unable to see the page number. You waited until you heard Slughorn mumbled some keywords to another student and successfully found the page number after a brief scroll through. You shot a smug little smile at Tom who only sneered back in your direction.

You spent the rest of the class in silence, well apart from you muttering to yourself and Tom’s occasional scoff in disagreement from it (not that he was listening to you). The class ended and Tom wasted very little time getting as far away from you as possible. You frowned, he was so rude. ‘Hm’ you thought to yourself ‘maybe he just needs a friend’.

Tom had disregarded your encounter with him as a one off. Two days had passed and he hadn’t seen any more of you since Potions class. He wasn’t overly fond of people to start with and especially not unorganised, intrusive girls like you who’s sole purpose seemed to be to ruin the silence and peace he had created around himself. He was walking towards Transfiguration when a certain familiar figure came into his eyesight. You’d been walking alone in the corridor as well, heading back to your friends after visiting the loo when you spotted Tom. You gave him a smile and wave, walking over to him. Tom didn’t halter in his movements, walking straight past you with only a look of distaste being shot your way.

Unfortunately for Tom, you had never been one to give up so easily. You pursued, having to jog a little to fall into step with him, “Hey, listen, I’m sorry if I annoyed you or crossed some kind of line by sitting next to you but it really wasn’t personal, that was just the closest seat I could find.” Tom turned his head to briefly glance at you before continuing his walk. This time you didn’t follow. Mentally, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was now all over and done with. The two of you going back to forgetting the other exists.

Well, his hopes of that came crashing down when you plopped yourself down next to him that afternoon for Potions once again. This time you were a few minutes early and plenty of other seats available, showing him that you’d chosen to sit next to him this time. The only visible tell of his annoyance was the exaggeration of a vein on his forehand next to his left temple. “What gives you any idea that I want you sitting next to me?” You shrugged and set up your books in front of you, “I mean, you didn’t answer me earlier so I figured it would be okay.” You ended your sentence with a warm smile at him and he had to admit he was a little taken aback by your oblivious demeanour. He wasn’t too sure whether you were just that naïve and honestly didn’t pick up on his body language or if you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him. Either way, he wasn’t going to humour your antics.

He clenched his jaw and turned his attention to the Professor, trying his best to ignore you next to him. Your many attempts at small talk had been shut down and ignored throughout the two hour period. The only words you managed to get out of him were at the end of class when the bell rang. He turned to you and spoke low so that nobody else would hear, “If you sit there again, I’ll hex you into next week do you understand?” Tom didn’t hang about for your reply, instead scurrying off to the Slytherin common room you supposed as it had been your last class for the day. You folded your arms and sighed as you pondered, he would be one tough cookie to crack but you’d break him out of his shell eventually, you knew it.

___ Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw you in his usual seat, the one next to where you had resided in the last class. You were sat with your hands in your lap until you turned your head and saw him stood in the doorway. With a large grin on your face, you waved him over. Seething with each step, Tom grit his teeth and stood to the side of you, “Are you completely incompetent as well as deaf?” It was infuriating the way you continued to smile at him as he insulted you, “You said you’d hex me if I sat there again, so I sat here instead. You don’t mind taking the right side this time do you? Or would you like to stop threatening me and I can give you your old seat back?”

“Mr Riddle, this is most peculiar for you, why aren’t you seated my boy?” Both of you turned your attention to Professor Slughorn in the centre of the classroom. You then glanced around the room and noticed that everyone was looking at the two of you now. You bit your lip feeling a bit self conscious with so many eyes on you even though you knew they were really only focusing on Tom. Said boy stood up straight, “Forgive me Professor, I was distracted.” He quickly sat down next to you, making Slughorn exude a small content noise before continuing on about Veritaserum and how it has developed over the years. You winced, whispering to him, “I’m sorry, I feel like that was partially my fault.” Tom clenched his jaw to prevent him from losing his calm composure, “It was entirely your fault. Do tell me, why are you insisting on pestering me all of a sudden? Is it not amusing enough to fail your own classes that you have to try to drag me down to your level in mine?”

You leaned your elbow on the table and rested your head in your palm, rolling your eyes at Tom, “Why do I have to have some sinister motive to talk to you? I was just trying to be your friend.” Your confession didn’t rouse anything else from Tom but he didn’t feel anger as much as he did curiosity at that moment. Why would you want to be his friend? He didn’t need friends. When he saw you look away in his peripheral vision, he looked over at you, eyeing you up and down before turning back to the parchment paper before him.

___

The next time you had Potions again, you were running late once again, having taken the wrong staircase which set you five minutes behind. When you reached the classroom, there was yet again only a couple open seats, the closest being next to Tom. Professor Slughorn was near the other one so you’d made the quick decision to just slide next to Tom once again. You panted a little and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, taking out your books and parchment. You glanced over at Tom, “Just so you know, it’s not my fault I’m late, those staircase are just so confusing. I’m only sitting here because I didn’t want to get in trouble. Don’t worry this will be the last time.” Tom didn’t look at you or say anything but when you looked over to glance at his book he didn’t hide it this time, allowing you to open it to the correct page just in time as Slughorn came around to make sure everyone was following along.

Despite your words, you had ended up become Tom’s permanent Potions partner. Slughorn had paired the two of you up together once and it just became habit for you to seek out Tom for partner work. He never refused but didn’t exactly accept either, just got straight to work without discussing the plan beforehand. You continued to sit next to Tom over the coming months, you could probably count the times he willingly engaged in conversation with you on one hand but you would always have something to say, using him as some kind of venting therapy, voicing all your issues to. It took Tom a few weeks to be able to tolerate your presence next to him, a few more weeks to start to expect your ramblings and a few more on top of that for him to begin to enjoy your company for a few hours a week.

You were a bit of an enigma that Tom didn’t understand. You were so bubbly and happy in a world that was mostly full of darkness and misery. You had looked at him and instead of avoiding him like many others, you had persisted and persisted until you had managed to worm your way by his side and become quite possibly the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend. You’d never been put down by his lack of responses to your chatting, didn’t frown at his insults, didn’t question why he was the way he was, just immediately accepted him from the start. Part of him had been tempted to manipulate this from the beginning, you were so naive, so gullible; you would’ve believed anything. He could have had you do anything for him, but for some reason, he hadn’t wanted to do that to you. Perhaps it was because you were the first person to show him genuine kindness. You didn’t want to be his friend because you wanted anything, you weren’t doing it to make yourself feel better, your intentions were pure and that was something humanity was very scarce in, indeed.

Even though he didn’t say much (if anything) you could tell that you had made a lot of progress with Tom over the past few months you’d been his Potions partner. You had even started walking together to different classes now. He wouldn’t admit it but you noticed the way he slowed his pace down so that you could keep up with him. You would continue to talk his ear off and would mostly be met with small hums and noises of agreement which was more than enough for you. You were content with being the conversationalist for the both of you, filling him in on updates in your personal life that he would never in a million years ask for.

Tom had now planned you into his routine, it would feel out of place for him to be wandering between classes without you blabbering by his side, gossiping to him about all the drama between your other friends. It was mostly boring gibberish to a scholar such as himself, but deep down he would admit some of the secrets you’d told him were more than interesting to find out; valuable information to possibly hold over people’s head later in life.

___

It was supposed to be a normal wednesday afternoon, you’d end up meeting him in the corridor as he left Herbology and you coming from Magical Creature Studies. You would then chatter in his ear about your class, which he had little to no interest in, creatures of all kinds didn’t pique his interest regardless of if they were magical or not. You would follow him to the Great Hall for dinner before separating for the night. Nevertheless, he found himself hesitating as you were nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t informed him of a change in schedule and he wasn’t aware of you being sick and out of classes either. He only stopped for a moment, spying other students around him. A deep frown settled on his face, why did this feel so wrong?

Trying to keep his thoughts clear, he continued on his journey to the Great Hall, ignoring the lingering concern in the back of his mind at your absence. Once headed to the Slytherin table to take his usual seat, he was very surprised to find you sat there in deep conversation with Orion Black. He didn’t stop, kept walking to his seat which was about 3 feet away from the two of you. He had to force himself not to look at you, troubled as to why he even cared? So what if you were talking to Black, the guy he’s heard many of the sixth year girls label the ‘hottest guy in the year’. He didn’t care. He didnt care that over the course of the next week you had failed to meet up in certain locations as per usual. He didn’t care that you were sat with Black in the library giggling to each other instead of chatting his ear off whilst he sat in silence. He didn’t care that he’d barely got a smile or nod of the head passing in the corridor from you. He didn’t care about any of that and he definitely didn’t miss you.

By the time Potions class came around once more, Tom had a week’s worth of anger and jealousy (though he wouldn’t admit it) bottled up inside of him. He walked into the classroom and stared at the back of your head as you sat in your usual spot, right next to his. He remained silent and stoic as he sat down, keeping his things in a neat pile in front of him. You turned to smile at him, “Hey Tom! How’ve you been?” Tom acted as if you weren’t there, he didn’t turn his head even slightly to acknowledge you. He didn’t even blink at your words. You waved your hand in front of him, “Hello? Anyone there?” You laughed half-heartedly as you joked, the sound dying off as he continued to stare ahead. You followed his eyeline to see if there was something you were supposed to be looking at but it was just Slughorn’s desk which was currently unoccupied by said professor.

His silence stung you, dejectedly making you turn to face the front of the classroom as well. You placed your hands in your lap and fiddled with the fabric of your skirt, biting your bottom lip and lightly bouncing your leg to try and stop any negative emotions from bubbling up. You looked down, at least when he was insulting you, he at least thought of you as worthy enough to speak to. This somehow hurt more, that he was completely ignoring you. Eyes darting around the room, you spied an empty seat next to a Hufflepuff girl you were sort of friends with. Slughorn was at the door greeting others entering the classroom. Quickly gathering your things, you made it over to sit next to her and began making small talk to try and cover up that your feelings were hurt. Only once you left did Tom glance your way. He recognised your fidgeting as a sign that he’d upset you and he was all too annoyed to realise that it hadn’t made him feel better. If anything, he felt even worse now. There was a small ache in his chest at the idea that he had hurt your feelings. It was an unfamiliar ache, he found it bizarre and not a sensation he would be willing to experience again anytime soon.

He remained alone for the rest of the Potions class, scowling and glaring at the book in front of him as though it was the cause of all his misery. As soon as the bell rang to indicate the changing of classes, Tom was all too eager to pack his things and leave, not wanting to chance the idea of bumping into you on the way out.

Deep down he knew he was being somewhat childish but his ego was bruised and he was having to come to terms with the fact that he was struggling to go a single class without being tormenting by the thought of you. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have accused you of slipping him a love potion. But he was far too careful of his surroundings for you to have been successful in such an attempt. No, the cause was a much more complicated realisation. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, as much as he tried to deny it to himself, he had feelings for you and he missed you.

As he lay in his bed in the Slytherin dorm room, wide awake while the symphony of soft snores and heavy breathing filled his ears, he contemplated his options regarding you. He thought about cutting you completely out of the picture, going ‘cold turkey’ from you, as though you were his addiction and he just a lowly junkie waiting to feed off your presence. But those thoughts made his head hurt, caused his chest to tighten in a painful way. The simple truth was, you’d forced your way into his life and he didn’t want to get rid of you.

Hold on a moment.

Tom’s brow furrowed as he thought to himself, why did he have to get rid of you? Surely, he could just get rid of the competition, so to speak. If all he wanted was your full attention once more, then it was Black he needed to eradicate, not you. Yes, he thought as he settled into his covers preparing himself for sleep, that was a much better idea.

He had awoken with a newfound sense of determination. His plans in motion had been set askew and now he just needed to correct them. Perhaps you would come to regret the day you ever sat next to him in Potions class, but it was far too late for that. You had made the mistake of wriggling into his cold heart and you had to pay for that mistake. By never allowing your affections to stray from his side, he could be satisfied. For a little while.

Tom waited until the end of classes that day to catch up with you, not wanting to leave you the excuse of an upcoming class to escape him. It hadn’t taken him long to find you, like him you were a creature of routine and every evening you could be found wandering the halls by the Hufflepuff common room. You’d once confessed to him that you found the paintings to be extra friendly near there, always speaking to them. He had fought to roll his eyes at you at the time, thinking what a waste of precious time to be stood talking to paintings. But his memory served him correct and there you were, stood with your arms behind your back as you walked, smiling at all the paintings before you. He didn’t hesitate to approach you, the soft sounds of his shoes clicking against the hard floor in the empty hallway alerting you to his presence. You turned around and he couldn’t help but compare you to a deer in headlights at how shocked you were, before mentally cursing himself for using such a muggle turn of phrase.

“T-Tom? Fancy seeing you here, I thought you didn’t like these paintings.” Tom gave the works of ‘art’ a brief glance, “I enjoy some paintings, these ones however do not pique my interest in the slightest. No, it is you I’m interested in.” Your eyes widened almost impossibly, as though they were going to bulge out of your head before a wave of confusion and slight anger rose to the surface to overtake all other emotions, “Me? So yesterday you can’t even bring yourself to look and me and today you’re confessing feelings for me? What’s up with that?”

“I never said I had feelings for you.” His stoic expression had you swallowing past a lump in your throat as you realised he was right, he hadn’t said that at all. “O-Oh, well anyways I really must be going, things to do, people to see, you know how it is.” Feeling your cheeks start to burn from the embarrassment, you swiftly turned on your heel and began speed walking away from him. You chewed on your lip, for Merlin’s sake, that was so embarrassing! Too focused on cursing yourself out for letting yourself slip up like that, you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, or who you were walking into.

A grunt sounded in your ears as you collided into a hard body as you turned the corner. Had it not been for the hands that grabbed your waist, you would have fallen back to the floor. You looked up to see who you had bumped into and you smiled seeing Orion in front of you. “Watch out (Y/L/N), there’s easier ways to get me to fall for you, you know.” You laughed, lightly pushing at his shoulder taking a step back from his intimate hold, “Yeah right, as if.” But Orion took the extra step with you, following you, “Why not? You’re very pretty, and smart. I’m sure it wouldn’t take you long to have me at your feet.” You awkwardly laughed at his words, what the hell? Where was this coming from? Whilst you couldn’t help blushing at his forwardness, you suddenly felt like a little lamb underneath a starved wolf the way Orion was looking at you. “Oh I don’t think so, b-besides I’m taken!” You blurted out, hoping he would believe you.

Black raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as he got further into your personal space once more, “Oh really, and who by?” Orion made a move to touch your face but just as his fingers grazed your skin, his wrist was grabbed in a harsh grip. “Me.” The incredibly familiar deep voice behind you had your head snapping to the side to see Tom glaring down at Orion. Orion looked startled to say the least, trying to pull his hand away out of Tom’s vice-like hold. He didn’t budge, “You even think of looking in her direction again and I’ll kill you.” His eyes showed every ounce of his sincerity behind his threat, letting the words sink in before he let go of Orion, watching him scurry away down the hall, back to his gaggle of ‘friends’ that had left him behind.

He turned his gaze back to you who was staring up at him with flushed cheeks and something in your eyes, possibly admiration? His eyes meeting yours had you looking down at the floor, “Thank you Tom, you didn’t have to do that, you know Black is a huge gossip, he’ll tell the whole school we’re in a relationship by tomorrow lunch.” He watched you chew on your lip after you finished speaking, nervously awaiting his reaction. You expected him to lash out at you, but you only heard a soft hum from him. In confusion, you raised your head to look at him again, “You’re not angry?” Tom made a point of looking you up and down. The intensity of his stare had your cheeks reddening even more and your heart racing. “No. It’s true that your heart belongs to me and I intend to keep it that way.”

Tom started walking off as if he hadn’t just scrambled your entire brain. You spluttered behind him as you rushed to catch up with him, “You can’t just say things like that! My heart is not yours! You’re so big headed.” Tom stopped to fully face you, walking towards you with his long strides that had you scurrying backwards until you were backed up against the wall. He placed a hand above your head and leaned down, relishing in the way your head tilted back to maintain his gaze and the way your chest rose with each shaky breath. His head moved in closer to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Deny it again.” Your mouth opened by no words came out, as though your voice had been taken from you. A few moments passed and you had still yet to form any words. Tom smirked as he made the bold move of brushing his lips over yours, being pleasantly surprised by how soft they were. He turned his head to place his mouth next to your ear, “I thought as much. You are mine, (Y/L/N), and I do not share.” And with that he stood up and walked off, leaving you alone against the wall to process the mind-boggling past five minutes. You leaned your head back against the cold brick, now just what had you gotten yourself into?

A/N: Look at me clearing out all my drafts 🤭

[fivefeetfangirl]

'Babe are you okay you haven't done your 91w posting today'

HSJDHSJDH NOO 😭😭😭😭😭

my phone shut down and wont work so i spent the whole day in the car NOT reading 91w like i wanted to. im not kidding i spent almost 10 hours in a car WITHOUT 91W!!! my hands are shaking i need to read

[prettyflyshyguy]

OK I HAVE NO TIME CAUSE I'M PREPPING FOR ART MARKET

HOWEVER.

You know what time it is. I need to do this quick because otherwise I'll explode if I don't know what's going on. You know the drill! Thought's under the cut:

GIRL ME TOO WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO FLIRT WITH ME

stop looking at people with those huge wet stupid eyes

"we can't fix the hopper because you wanted to download a show"

I'M FUCKING SOBBING HOLY SHIT GO OFF MENSAH THAT ENTIRE CONVERSATION WAS PHENOMENAL THE WRITING AHAHAHA

THE WAY SHE JUST SUDDENLY REALISES AFTER ALL THE TIMES IT'S BEEN COLD, TERRIFYING, UNCOMFORTABLE THAT IT'S JUST HOARDING SHOWS IN ITS HARD MEMORY AND SHE'S JUST SO FUCKING DISSAPOINTED GNOANHGEGJRNIJGERIOGHNE

both of them just have such good fucking expression acting I'm dead I love them both sm

Interesting. Very. Interesting.

It's like she's bouncing between very targeted information gathering and suddenly being very boundary pushing.

Bharadwaj I love you I love you I love you you are SO funny and SO wonderfull (ALSO GURATHIN'S FACE MY MAN'S JUST TRYING TO GET WORK DONE AND NOT THINK ABOUT SECUNIT PENIS GRAFTING)

"Can't you print new wiring?"

"Oh."

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it's now completely mask off. This is its real genuine personality on display. Mensah is experiencing the actual true face of this thing and how it thinks and feels and operates and it's fucking delightful to see the complete shift in tone, body language, the OPENNESS of it's self expression.

"sit on this bunker"

"YOU SIT"

sobbing. I'm sobbing-

"Sanctuary. Fucking. Moon,"

THE WAY MY JAW FUCKING HIT THE FLOOR ON THIS LINE DELIVERY I AM GOING TO DIE THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

MENSAH'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL I GET SO ANGRY WHEN I'M PANICKING AND SOMEONE DOES THIS -- but it's the initial pain response. This hurts to watch because I'm Mensah. I've been Mensah.

"DON'T TOUCH"

SCREAMS

this entire conversation is utterly brutal and so, so, so fascinating

Once again: I love her and she feels like she keeps bouncing between saying something very genuine "I want to have kids" and something very REHEARSED - the maps.

"Why dont you tell me what you saw?"

"I think I'd rather not"

GURATHIN'S ONTO HER YESSSSSSS MY MAN YESSSSSSSSS

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAA YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE AN EVIL WOMAN YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

they use cloned neural tissue in transport vehicles!!!!!!!!!????????

ALSO HELLO THIS SCENE HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

IT USING DIALOG FROM MED CENTRE ARGALA I'M CRYING

"i'm a vegetarian"

"you dont have to eat me, just cut me"

"scalpel"

"wrench"

THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW THIS IS THE EBST TV IVE WATCHED IN YEARS

OH MY GOD THIS WAS BEAUTIFULL

THE WAY ITS WALKING AROUND WITH ITS ENTIRE BACK EXPOSED LIKE THAT PUT THAT AWAY YOU SL-

god

THIS SHOW IS SO SNAPPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT WASTES NO FUCKING TIME

finally we get Murderbot murdering someone on screen!!!!

THE GUTS ABSOLUTELY SMOTHERING EVERYONE IN THE ROOM

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"but then I exploded Leebeebee's head. And that. Felt good."

WHAT A WAY TO END THE EPISODE HOLY FUCK

The prexaux team finally get to see MB for who it truly is and MB also gets to do some self discovery of a very cursed variety but there's so much undercurrent of internal conflict there. Like yeah buddy I'm sure it felt good to obliterate her, she came onto you, said some rancid depersonalizing thing's about your body and penis grafting, and endangered your entire crew which you keep trying to convince yourself you don't care about in the way that you clearly do.

Why else would you have felt that bad when Mensah scolded you. Why else would you work so hard to not be the monster when you were almost taken over by hostile code. Why else would you work so hard to keep them all safe even when you didn't ever need to, when you could half half assed it and gotten away with it too.

[ellieslittleburrow]

What it's like being Jack Reacher's girlfriend.

Pairings : Reacher x girlfriend!reader

Warnings : none

Jack Reacher-the man you've been traveling with for a while-also dating and umm..you know, jumping whenever you get the chance. He's not an easy man to be around, neither is he too high maintenance. And he's a lot of things, one of them being annoyingly vigilant.

His face is so peaceful when he's sleeping. Although the scars etched across his skin tell all the horrific things, his eyes tell so much more, always blank and never serene. His ability to remain emotionless and seemingly calm always gets to you but- there's not much to do in those moments, other than live with i-

"Will you quit staring at me while i'm sleeping?"

His hoarse and sleepy voice snatches you from your thoughts and you find yourself biting your lip in irritation-This man-

"Would you-shut up?" You retort and lean in to place a tiny a kiss on his lips.

There's the outside Reacher and the Reacher only YOU know.

The more time you spend with him, the more he softens around you and the more demeanor changes. You'd watch him as he walks over to you from time to time, relaxing as the distance between you closes. A slow kiss to his cheek and all of a sudden, his eyebrows rest and his shoulders almost unnoticibly slouch. And he is no longer the cognizant warrior he forces himself to be.

There's also the Reacher who only speaks through actions!

"What's this?" You inspect the box, a thrill running through you when you realize what was inside, a mobile game controller. "Reacher-where'd you get this?" You ask him, cocking your head to the side when another question pops into your head. "Do you even know what this is?" You squint your eyes at him and he just rolls his eyes.

"I know that would help you!? Plus-It'll keep you intertained while we're travelling. You're stupidly addicted to those games of yours."

A smile tugs at your lips and you watch him from afar, the man who'd never had it in him to be emotional. But there he is, doing just that-drowning in emotions to the point where he'd shyly need avert his eyes and look away.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He doesn't stop tidying up the bed but you wouldn't want to embarrass him anyway. "Thank you.."

And finally, the sassy Reacher

"I remember the way she looked at us-i've never seen someone more horrified in my life."

Laughter pierces the room but- what's making YOU smile is that rare sight of the man's teeth. He's being normal-he's laughing.

"What?"

You supress a smirk. "Nothing.." You teasingly shrug. "It's just that-I didn't know you even knew how to smile."

You tease him and he nodds. "Oh you're lacking the sight of smiles? You wanna see a smile? You wanna see some teeth?"

Reacher hovers around you and you-you're not sure what to expect, suspense kills you when he stops behind you. His hands playfully trail down your body, causing a warm sensation to tickle at your lower stomach-until he stops at your waist and suddenly, your body is bouncing on the bed and your feet are locked in place.

"REACHER NO-"

You beg him when the realization hits you but he's already be-begun as his fingers dance at the soles of your feet, you jerk and squeal.

"You wanted a smile-ooh-There's a smile-well-here it is-oh look at that-"

"Jack-J-Jack-Please-Stoop" You gasp between your fits and when he finally let you of you, you collapse onto the bed and your roll your body away from him. "Oh my god-fuck you-that was-" you're wheezing and he's smiling-and despite the abdominal pain, you can't help but smile as well.

Reacher may never say the words but his actions are clear enough. And for now, that's all you need.

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@nerdynarrator28

I had to force myself to post it ahahaha but its here ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 12)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Part 12:

It felt like hours went by, and it looked like your suspicion was correct- as indicated by the deepening red of the skies of Hell, compared to the pale pinkish hue it was when Alastor teleported the two of you up here.

The entire time, Alastor hardly said even a single word- a rare occurrence, knowing his occupation and personal love of hearing himself talk. If anyone ever knew that Alastor just purely listened attentively to you for hours, they'd probably think you're lying.

You told him about how your parents and in-laws treated you like a bargaining chip for their own businesses and social standing to prosper- then for everyone to turn their backs on you as soon as you were married off. You were treated like a circus animal in a cage.

Even after that, he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his thumb across your hands as reassurance before you continued.

When you told him about how your ex-husband used and abused you, but then paraded you around as the trophy wife like nothing was wrong, all Alastor did was tighten his grip on your hands.

As you explain in full detail the emotional and physical distress it all caused you and the impact that meeting Alastor had on your life, which then spurred the meticulously planned murder of your then-husband, you could swear you feel his hands trembling ever so slightly.

Many more tears had fallen from your eyes during this whole process, your throat sore from talking so much at one time.

Then, you looked up at Alastor.

He looked at you with nothing but love and the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to you, helping you stand up. Then he gave you a warm embrace. You gasped in response. It was very rare for either of you to initiate much physical touch, but it was even less common coming from Alastor.

Not letting this opportunity go by, you wrap your arms around him.

Alastor pulls back from the embrace slowly to gently caress your face and says, "And here I thought I couldn't possibly love you even more, my dear. You're just as perfect to me as the day I first laid eyes on you..."

A chuckle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch.

"My vows still hold true, you know. As I put that ring on your finger that night you left me too early, I said to you...' 'In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, dear.' with only the moon and stars as my witness."

A huge smile spreads across your face, "Oh Al, honey... Looks like you were right after all, in life and in death, I'm yours". You say as you pull him into a kiss, that he happily obliges to indulge you in.

"My dear, I think we will have to have a proper exchanging of vows soon- one that isn't interrupted by a certain someone- banging on the DOOR!"

You hardly even noticed the muffled yells and banging noises that were present at door that then disappeared with a yelp as Alastor whipped around to unlock and open the door.

"Why Vaggie, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you all the way up here?" He answered the door with a low growl to his voice.

"Alastor! You just up and kidnapped our guest and haven't returned for HOURS! You can't just do that! Especially when you were threatening their life!"

"Ahahaha! Funny thing! Yes, yes I can!"

"Why you... ALAST-"

"Hey, hey! Vaggie, don't worry. I'm okay, we're okay." You quickly shoved yourself between the two of them as you felt the tensions rising.

" (y/n)! What did he do to you?? What's going on here???"

You sheepishly smile as you slink back to Alastor's side and link your arm through his, "Just uh.. reuniting?"

Vaggie took a step back and raised an eyebrow while asking, "Hold on now, what did you just say?"

Alastor clears his throat, "Ahem, why I do believe I owe you and Charlie an apology of sorts! Perhaps a 'thank you' as well for saving the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancée from when we were still alive!"

"Excuse me- WHAT???"

-> Part 13

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