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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Temptation

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x McGonagall!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: “Could you maybe do a Neville x reader where the reader is McGonagall's grandchild?”

Summary: Neville had never experienced temptation, till it walked by him in a pleated skirt.

Warnings: Suggestive thoughts???

A/N: I won’t even lie, this was very self indulgent. I didn’t mean to write this much but oh well! Also I noticed I read the prompt wrong and wrote this for fem reader so I apologize anon. I still hope you can find joy in this!

Temptation. Temptation was a word Neville knew well. He had heard it many upon many times. From his peers, and even some of his teachers. However, he never really understood what it felt like to experience it, to have it coursing through his very being. Well, that was until it came knocking on his door or, to put it more precisely, walking by him in a (y/h/h) robe and vanilla-lavender perfume. He didn’t expect it to have such a beautiful laugh and he certainly didn’t expect it to be McGonagall's granddaughter! No matter how many times he had heard it described to him and how many times he had heard the feeling be recited to him like one of those shit muggle pop songs, it still didn’t prepare him for the real experience itself.

Could she be anymore perfect? Anymore graceful, anymore well, tempting? She was the kind of beauty that he read about in books and the kind of beauty he saw when he looked at all the flowers that bloomed within the greenhouse. He watched, observing her beauty as she walked. His face flushed softly as he saw her eyes light up, head facing straight ahead and shoulders held high unaware of his eyes of adoration upon her. His gaze was then shifted to her hair. The way the light reflected off of the (h/c) strand made his heart race! Next was one of his favorite things, her smile. Her smile was enough to brighten anyone's day! Well...it most certainly brightened his that is. His eyes fixated on her legs, the soft sheen they held. ‘God they look smooth, like the softest of pillows, the smoothest of silks, the fluffiest, puffiest of clouds. I bet the-’ he was broken out of his thoughts as she came to a stop in front of her grandmother which made him a bit queasy to his stomach. If only McGonagall new about his thoughts...wait did she? She could be using legilimency on him this very moment and he’d have no clue. What if she was, what if she-

He jumped, squeaking softly as a hand came down hard on his shoulder causing his body to tense. And his gaze to shift to the source of the force relaxing when he saw it was Dean.

“Hey Nev, what are you doing just standing here? Oh I see what it is!” He exclaimed smiling at his lanky friend, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between in front of him and back to himself. Neville gulped, tugging at his sleeves a bit as his shirt suddenly began to feel constraining.

“Y-you do?” he asked nervously. His throat began to feel smaller. The problem with Neville’s little…’temptation’ was that he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had feelings for people before. He had his fair share of crushes throughout the year. But she was different. See, he wasn’t the first one to notice how beautiful the girl was. Heavens no! Quite a few of his peers had noticed just how breathtaking (Y/n) was but once they saw the last name that was attached to her, that was more than enough to turn them the other way. However, the connection to her grandmother not only put up an invisible force field for suitors, but friends as well. He found himself feeling sorry for her often, he could only imagine how lonely she was.

“Yeah, I do. You were waiting for me to find you so you could help me with my herbology homework! Man Nev, you’re such a good friend.” he said. Neville rolled his eyes noticing all of Dean’s missing coursework for herbology within his hands. As much as he loved his friend, he also couldn’t deny how unbelievably idiotic he was. Although he was disappointed in how irresponsible he was, he was also relieved he hadn’t noticed what had actually had him standing there lost in his thoughts. “Oh and I also saw you staring at McGonagall junior. I don’t blame you mate, she’s bloody fit. Have you seen her in that skirt she wears to Hogsmeade? It makes me just wanna-” Neville smacked his friend on the back again ignoring his groan of protest. He began to walk off leaving Dean confused. Neville noticed the lack of his friend's presence near him causing him to turn around.

“Do you want help with your herbology work or not?”

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(Y/n) sat with Luna in the courtyard, watching as her friend picked at the wildflowers twisting them and molding them into a flower crown. She sighed once again as she continued to ramble onto her. “I don’t know Lu, he’s just so cute! I wouldn’t even know how to approach him. Besides, he probably wants someone from his own house and year, yknow?” She said as she glanced at her preoccupied friend. “Are you even listening to me?” she huffed frustratedly. Luna looked at her, rolling her eyes at her a bit.

“You’re only a year below us (Y/n), you talk about him as if he’s an old man! Besides, the whole different house thing would only matter to him if he was a Slytherin. Neville doesn’t care about little things like that.” she took the completed crown placing it on her friend’s head as she smiled at her. “Yknow, for someone at the top of your year you’re quite daft.” Luna said nonchalantly, causing her friend’s eye to twitch. One thing (Y/n) would never get quite used to is her friend’s ability to tell people the truth as if it were nothing. Luna squeezed the girl’s soft (s/c) hand before smiling at her. “Besides, you’re beautiful! If he doesn’t want you, I know there are plenty of guys who most certainly do!” (Y/n) felt herself get quite shy at her friend’s words, rubbing at the goosebumps that were forming on her arm. But, she was right. She couldn’t let her thoughts of if or if not a guy liked her get her down.

“Hey (Y/n), have you ever, yknow, actually tried TALKING to the guy?” Ginny asked, smacking on the taffy she had been eating. The (e/c) eyed girl felt herself getting flustered once again.

“W-well, the short answer is no. Don’t look at me like that! I’ve TRIED. Every time I try something comes up! I’m either almost late to class, one of his friend’s comes up to him, or I have to do something for my Nan! It’s a lot harder trying to talk to someone when you don’t have any classes with them..” she said as she began to pout, reminded of her failed attempts to speak to the awkwardly charming boy. Ginny popped another taffy in her mouth, processing her friend's words before smirking a bit.

“Just leave it to me, I have the perfect plan! Don’t you worry a single little hair on that pretty head of yours.” she said, causing both of her friends to side eye her both with the same thought in mind: ‘Oh Merlin, what is she thinking now?’

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Well, what Ginny had been thinking wasn’t too bad but, (Y/n) was still quite nervous as she sat here. She was thankful Ginny hadn’t trapped them in a 1 on 1 situation or did something fucking stupid such as locking them in the room of requirement together. No, instead she had gathered her and Neville’s shared group of friends and decided to have a picnic together whilst everyone else was at Hogsmeade. Luna had asked the house elves to spare some of the extra food they had from lunch which they gave to her kindly considering how sweet she was to them always.

Even though all of their friends were there, she still found herself being nervous which is why she still sat on the blanket with Hermione as Ron, Harry, and Dean picked on Neville lightheartedly by splashing him with water, Ginny and Luna challenged each other to different swim challenges, and Hermione read a book, relaxing comfortably under the shade of the tree. She sighed to herself, hugging her legs closer to her chest as she brought her face to rest upon her knees. She let her eyes wander back to Neville, a smile gracing her face as she observed him. She never got the time to just watch him in a natural environment. Every time she saw him, he was always so jumpy or nervous, awkwardly engaging in conversation with people who usually just wanted herbology help or needed advice on how to care for their plants. But now, watching as he smiled and laughed with their friends she realized just how infatuated with him she truly was. She took in the way his hair looked wet, his usually wavy hair drooped, water dripping from the strands. She smiled, noticing the way his crooked smile looked when he was his happiest. She began to get flustered noticing the way his arms had a bit of definition to them which (Y/n) could only assume came from all the heavy lifting he did for Professor Sprout in the greenhouse.

“You should join him. Sitting there and wondering what could be isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” (Y/n) gasped a little, whipping her head around quickly to look at her friend whose eyes were still fixated on the book in her hand, flipping the pages delicately.

“H-how did yo-”

“How did I know? You’re so predictable. Plus, you’re a little chatterbox. The only time you shut up is when you look at him.” Hermione giggled, finally peering at her friend over her book. She closed it and set it down on the blanket before taking off her cover up. She held a hand down to her friend. “Well, are you coming?” (Y/n) looked up at her friend, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought about it before nodding, letting Hermione pull her up. She began to take off her own cover up before taking a deep breath. She looked at her friend and they began walking towards the lake.

“I’ve never seen ‘Mione in a swimsuit before. She looks...like a girl.” Ron said to his friends as they watched the two girls near the lake. His friends all responded in some form of agreement. He turned to look at Neville, smirking as he saw him staring at the girls. “It looks like you agree don’t you, Nev?” Neville shook his head, a light blush coating his cheeks. Unknown to his friends he wasn’t looking at Hermione though, he was looking at her.

“Yeah, she’s quite beautiful.” This didn’t go unnoticed by Ginny though who smirked, deciding to turn things up a notch.

“Hey, why don’t we all play some chicken? There’s enough of us!” Ginny said, beginning to walk over to the guys with Luna not too far behind her. “Unless you guys are scared, you know I’m the chicken champion so I wouldn’t be surprised if you w-”

“Don’t be ridiculous Gin! You know for a fact I’m way better than you, I proved that when you came to my place last summer.” (Y/n) said giggling at her overly confident friend. She tried sneaking a glance at Neville but found she had been caught in the act as Neville was already staring at her. She looked away quickly rubbing the back of her neck. Wait, why was Neville already looking at her?

She shook herself out of her thoughts as they all began to pair off for chicken. The (h/c) haired girl went to approach one of her friends but found that Ginny and Harry already paired. She quickly tried turning to Hermione who made her way over to Ron. She sent one last pleading glance Luna’s way but the girl simply smiled at her before walking over to Dean. She felt her heart race at what she already suspected to happen. “I-I guess it's us, Nev.” she felt herself growing a bit insecure at having to sit on the boy’s shoulders. Although she was short, she didn’t have as small of a frame as her other friends did. “L-listen Neville, if I’m too heavy or too much for you to lift don’t even worry about it! I have no problem bei-”

With all the courage Neville could muster, he took a deep breath diving under water before rising up with the girl on his shoulder as his large hands gripped at her thighs making sure she was sturdy on his shoulders. She shrieked a bit at the unexpected gesture, gripping at his hair a bit. Holy shit was his heart racing. Had he really just done that? What had gotten into him? ‘Don’t back down, Nev! Say something cool, say something cool!!’

He cleared his throat some, before patting her thigh with his hand. “You’re fine. Y-you don’t weigh much of anything.” He said. She felt herself relax some, hoping he couldn’t feel the goosebumps on her thighs. However, Neville’s thoughts were far from the goosebumps. He couldn’t help himself from thinking that they were just as soft as he had imagined them to be. He was in deep and he knew it. “L-l-listen (Y/n), I-”

“Alright who’s going first? Me vs ‘Mione maybe? Come on Harry, move faster!” Ginny said. (Y/n) found herself trying to stifle a giggle at the sight before her. Ginny was tugging at Harry’s hair and yelling at the boy as he argued back. She couldn’t contain herself at the sight, she began to laugh trying to make sure she didn’t fall off Neville’s shoulders at the movement.

Neville however was so entranced at that sound. He found himself wanting to be the person to cause that melodic giggle to come from her every time. “They’re so cute aren’t they?” she asked as he hummed in agreement. “I’d love to have something like that.” she mumbled to herself, however Neville had heard.

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Ginny was on a win streak, she had beaten Luna and Dean, and Hermione and Ron. She was feeling confident as she banged on her chest cheering which reminded (Y/n) of a muggle movie her aunt once showed her. She had been absentmindedly petting Neville’s hair, running her fingers through it as she swirled it around her fingers. He hadn’t minded though, his face was flushed a bright pink and he was much too scared to say anything, worried that if he did he would end up waking up in his bed and it all would’ve been a dream. He heard his favorite voice pull him out of his thoughts.

“We’re up next Nev, think we’ll win?” she asked as she leaned over, her face appearing in front of his upside down. He jumped a bit, pulling his face back and tightening his grip on her legs.

“C-careful (Y/n!) You might fall if you’re not!” he said, staring into her eyes. God were they beautiful.

“I doubt it, I’ve got you holding me up. I trust ya, you wouldn’t let me fall.” she said giggling as she leaned back up, her lips accidentally brushing against his nose and forehead on the way back up which has caused both of them to freeze up and a silence to fall upon the two. Their eyes both watched as Luna fell off of Dean’s shoulders again as Ginny cheered at another victory.

“But to answer your question, I think we’ve got this in the bag! Let’s do this!” He said as he waded over to them. She smiled at his enthusiasm as they looked over at them. She looked over at Luna who gave her a wink causing her to grow shy once more.

“Ah a new challenger approaches!” Ron exclaims, his eyes drifting to the pair. Neville glared at Ron a bit when his eyes lingered on the girl above him’s figure for just a tad too long before he cleared his throat.

“We’re gonna kick your ass, Gin! Prepare to get that gorgeous red hair of yours soaked! Isn’t that right, Neville?” She asked looking down at his head as he nodded along. “Consider this a rematch to last summer. I’ve come to snatch my crown right from off your head.” she said placing an invisible crown done on her head laughing as Ginny scoffed at her actions.

“Bring it on (y/h/h)!” She said as Harry began to walk over to her. The two girls both began to approach each other with looks of determination in their eyes. Neville let his eyes wander to the water watching the girl’s actions through the water.

“Beautiful..” he muttered in awe as he gazed upon her affectionately. Although he was nervous, he was even more so nervous of letting her down. He tightened his grip on her plush thighs as a determined expression made its way to his face.

Ginny and (Y/n) both began pushing and tugging at each other trying to get each other to fall. And (Y/n) did have to admit, it was no easy feat considering how tone Ginny was from quidditch practice and how out of shape she was herself from all those late night cake sessions with the house elves but it didn’t deter her at all. She continued to push and shove at Ginny. If she could only get a better grip...she didn’t have that much time to do so as the redhead girl gave a particularly hard push causing the girl to almost topple over. Almost being the key word. Neville gripped at her a bit harder at her as she went backwards causing her to fling forward with quite a bit of force. Using said force to her advantage, the (y/h/h) girl was able to push Ginny, sending her and Harry falling in. They both cheered Neville spinning around with her as they laughed before he felt something tug his leg sending them both flying into the water.

Neville resurfaced, spluttering a bit as he shook his head a bit. “Sod off, Harry! You’re a sore loser!” He exclaimed laughing with his friend. He turned to his side remembering the (h/c) girl. He watched as she resurfaced and took a gasp of air. His breath hitched as he watched the way she pushed her hair back, chest on display behind her swimsuit. God was she gorgeous.. He shook himself out of his thoughts, pushing some of her hair behind her ear that she had managed to miss. He watched as she looked away from him shyly muttering a soft thank you towards him.

They went at it for a bit more, the girls all determined to at least win one round. At some point, Ginny even put Harry on her shoulders and as it turned out, he was way worse at chicken than she was. Even Luna had somehow managed to beat him. But as they all went on, the group grew hungry and decided as the sun would be setting soon, it’d be a good idea to eat like they originally planned. They all gathered around on the large gingham blanket and once again, her friends turned against her leaving the only spot available for her next to Neville. However, unlike last time she decided to take full advantage of the situation. She feigned a shiver, catching his attention as she hoped.

“A-are you cold, (Y/n)?” He asked, eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, just a bit Nev!” she smiled back at him, popping another grape into her mouth. Neville looked at her blankly for a bit before deciding to give into his temptation. See, the thing with Neville wasn’t that he was scared. No, in fact he had had his fair share of flings during his time at Hogwarts unbeknownst to his friends. It's just, she was different. He made his heart race in different ways and gave him goosebumps on his arms and back. She made his brain short circuit from the mere sight of her. However, he knew she would not be single forever. He wasn’t oblivious to the lingering looks his friends had been given her throughout the night and he certainly wasn’t going to stay in the same lane as them. So, without a second thought he grabbed her with ease sitting her in his lap, the soft skin of her waist meeting the soft skin of his arms as he pulled her into his chest. (Y/n) felt her breath hitch slightly, as her own set of goosebumps started to form.

“Is that better?” Neville whispered softly to her as his chin came to rest on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, her lips slightly brushing against his freckled cheek due to their close proximity. Instead of responding, she simply nodded still in a state of shock. Was this really happening? Her (e/c) eyes came to meet Ginny’s who simply smirked, sending her a wink before she went back to her conversation with Harry. None of her friends seemed that shocked at the position they were in. (Y/n) found herself a mix between relieved and offended that no one was surprised.

Although (Y/n) hadn’t noticed anything, the clenched fist and furrowed brows of his own friends did not go unnoticed. He felt himself smile internally, Neville 1 and the others 0. He caressed her skin lightly as if she was made of the finest of porcelain that would break from even a bit of pressure. The Gryffindor boy felt a surge of confidence within himself as goosebumps formed under his fingertips. He was knocked from his thoughts as a ripe strawberry was pressed against his lips, turning his attention to the (h/c) haired girl. He slowly took a bite from it, pink lips wrapped around the red fruit. He hummed constantly as he pulled away. (Y/n) moved back slightly to look at him, giggling at his red stained lips as the juice rolled down his chin a bit.

“Hey, you’ve got a bit of..” she trailed off giggling more as she motioned towards the juice. “One second, I’ll get it for you.” she murmured, reaching for a napkin. Neville pulled her back causing her to give him a confused look.

“No need.” he whispered, pulling her forward, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was a mix of everything at once. Passion. Hesitance. Desire. And oh, he couldn’t forget his little friend: temptation. He pulled her closer, settling his large hands at the base of her spine right about her rear as hers wrapped around his neck. The girl’s fingers twirled the hair at the bottom of his head trying to distract her from the tingling sensation she felt all over. Neville nibbled at her lip a bit, biting it as he pulled away. “T-this is probably the wrong time to ask but, are you seeing anyone?”

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The next week, Neville found himself in that same spot in the hallway that he was in the previous monday. His thoughts drift to the angel known as his vice, his temptation. He watched as her smooth legs made their way down the hall, smile on her face as per usual. However, this time he didn’t have to crave to be the one those eyes were lighting up at. He didn’t have to crave to be the one that oh so beautiful smile was caused by, because he was. He held his arms open with a smile, stumbling back a bit as the (y/h/h) jumped in his arms. He caught her, twirling her around as they both laughed before he placed her on the ground grabbing her hand. Neville placed a peck upon her cheek, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He gulped slightly, sweaty palms as they walked by McGonagall but he found himself relaxing when she sent a wink his way as she gave him a smile of approval.

Although temptation had originally showed itself on his doorstep as a visitor in his home, it eventually developed into something more and became a welcome resident in his home. Temptation was no longer temptation, it was love.

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diary-of-an-onliner · 4 years

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feet on the ground [f.w.]

word count: 3381

warnings: none

a/n: this is based on, and a counterpart/continuation of @ickle-ronniekins 's head in the clouds — thanks for the inspo babe, this one is for you

Fred Weasley was not happy. Sure, he had made a lot of questionable, or as other people like to say 'bad', decisions in his life, but taking Care of Magical Creatures was one of the worst. Yes, it made Hagrid ecstatic, and that's always a good thing to see; yes, it's useful for his future business. However a hellfire-cracken the size of a shoebox was making him rethink his choices.

For the lack of a better distraction, he focused on digging a hole in the grass with his trainer as Hagrid’s rumbled instructiones flew over his head, missing both ears and zooming away into an indifferent oblivion. George is taking this already, he looked to George, who was quite enchanted with his partner, and thoroughly enjoying it, couldn't we have split up? He kicked the dirt lightly, startling the girl next to him.

Neither Fred nor his Slytherin partner were thrilled with each other,but misery loves company, so it might be for the best.

"How's the weather up there?" said his partner, who was crouching eye — er, shell-level, with the creature, but keeping her distance nonetheless. Her hair waved and flickered on her shoulder as she bounced on her heels.

"Immaculate, thanks for asking." he said, not wanting to get closer to the scorpion-lobster lovechild from the asshole of hell. "Y'know Hagrid said those things burn, bite, and sting, right?"

"So do I.” she said sarcastically, still keeping her gaze tied to the monster. “I'm not going to touch it, I'm just looking. You're aware we need to sketch it, label its parts and write an essay about it later?" Fred shifted his weight from foot to foot restlessly.

"Yes." his nostrils flared.

She pursed her lips and, after a moment of silence, said: "I dare you to touch it."

He crossed his arms. "I am not taking dares from you. We met three minutes ago and I haven't enjoyed a second of it."

"What's up your ass?" she turned to him, still crouching. "Actually, I don't care. Just don't take it out on me." The creature clicked their — tail? — pincers? — their something.

"I wasn't—" she raised an eyebrow and he fell silent, and looked away.

"'m not very thrilled to be here." he mumbled. "And that ugly death trap isn't making it better. Can we start over?" he asked, sighing and tiredly sweeping his left hand through his hair, and offering his right to her.

She took it and pulled herself up, then promptly smoothed out her skirt, shook his still proffered hand, and introduced herself.

Unlike his messy untucked shirt, her uniform was pressed down to the socks and her shoes held no traces of mud. It gave her a calculating, and slightly cold aura, as if she was drawn with a set of rulers and a compass. She was probably more geometrical than anyone who had ever taken Care of Magical Creatures.

"Fred." he said, even though she knew.

"Well Fred, we will be working together on this Blast-Ended Skrewt for the next few weeks, so that 'ugly death trap’ is our son you're talking about." she chided with a smile that better belonged on a sly fox rather than a girl.

"You sound very attached to it." he shot back. An idea, a thought, a silver of a notion that this might be fun slithered along the floor of his skull.

"Him.” She corrected with her pointer finger in the air. “And it's called being a good parent." she lightly jabbed him in the chest.

"Okay then. Go pet your son." Fred smirked.

They turned toward the beast which was playing in the grass like a puppy. It seemed to be wiggling its tails.

Her eyes narrowed: "Which part is the head?"

"I don't know. We should probably figure it out, since the other side shoots flames." he said in an amused tone.

"It's supposed to be a sucker, so it might be the penis-looking side." he chuckled, but when she turned to stare at him expectantly, his red eyebrow jumped in question. A breeze ruffled their hair.

"Go on then, don't be shy, we need to compare." she said flatly.

He burst out laughing so hard, a few people around them turned to stare - quite a dangerous thing to do at the moment seeing as some of the beasts started snipping. A yelp sounded from afar, and Fred laughed even harder.

At least his partner is funny.

"Seriously though, this thing is going to fire-fart on us soon and we need to figure it out."

“You don’t feel better in nature?” her tone piqued as she turned the pages of a book. Their desk was covered with them, during the first of their many study meetings.

“No.” Fred played with his quill, spinning it through his fingers. “You do?”

“I feel clearer, especially near water.”, thump, she shut her book and discarded it.

“How come?” he balanced on the back legs of his chair, eyes darting around.

“I don’t know. It’s not a thing I question.”, flip, flip, flip, “It just lures me out of my head, and makes me feel a little more real, like I’m aware of my own existence. Sharper, yknow?”

Fred shook his head.

“I don’t have a need to get out of my head, it’s great in there.” he joked. She snorted and passed him a book with a piece of paper sticking out.

“Don’t you? You seem to be in there a lot though. I think you think too much.” Fred chukled, “That’s something I've never been told.”

“Then it’s about time.” she threw his way, but she had yet to look at him, Fred noted. The idea of her as geometrical played around in his head. “Try it next time. People exist a little sharper sometimes. It stops you from feeling like you’re going to float away.” her eyes finally flickered to him like two needles of her compasses, and shot him down. His chair hit the ground.

Before Fred had a chance to say something else or roll her idea around in his brain, she passed him a piece of parchment with a soft order to, “Write.”

His diagram of their unnamed child was much neater than hers, but his illegible handwriting distracted from it perfectly.

"That is not a t."she said, her hair almost electrified from stress-combing it with her hands.

"It's obviously a g." he chirped, but his tone sounded worn down all the same. She squinted at the paper with her mouth open for a moment, then gave up.

"How are you still this peppy?" she asked as her gaze lazily rolled itself away from the books. His tie was completely undone and being used as a bookmark, his shirt unbuttoned and ruffled like his hair, ha, carrot head!, but he took no note of it as he balanced on the back legs of his chair again. Every so often, a clank would sound amid their conversation when the chair struck against the stone floor and his feet hit the ground, before he leaned back again.

"What are you talking about? I'm knackered." he yawned.

She looked up, and her thoughts leaked out of her head. The scenery through the window behind him was gorgeous, lit on fire by the dusk— oversaturated reds and pinks which lined the dark purple clouds.

With a loud tap on the library floor, the front legs of Fred's chair touched the ground and his head covered the sun perfectly, giving him a golden lining and making his orange hair melt into the background. The clear lines of his face looked almost chiseled in contrast to the haziness behind him.

A weight settled in the center of her torso, an iron bowling ball rolling between her stomach and her heart. He was handsome. She knew this. But she used to know it the way one knows they should drink water when they’re thirsty. Knowing you needed it after you drink him in, swallow, and sign, is another story.

She felt a warm metal line grow out of her chest, like a vine towards the sunlight, enter his chest and settle.

For a few moments she imagined it. She tried to note the dragging sensation of warm iron and let herself be pulled to him. She imagined the ball rolling in his center, and all his squirming being in an attempt to adjust it instead of just staying awake.

Then she blinked. Took in the real scene. Despite being exhausted, she felt tranquil in their little corner filled with books and a few very ugly sketches. She picked one up.

“Are we allowed to call his head a dick?” She questioned, but Fred just yawned and shrugged. His chair tipped back again.

“You’ll hurt yourself.” She said flatly, words moving from line to line like trains with the shittiest track designs ever.

“The thrill keeps me awake.” he closed his eyes, hair still a burning red. She didn’t dare look at the Sun for too long. Her eyes tried to follow the words. The ball rolled.

He slid another sketch towards her. “I think we should use this one.”

She put the first one aside, their hands brushing as she took the new parchment. She heard the scraping of his chair on the floor as he moved closer until his collarbone pressed against her shoulder as he leaned over to point. The body heat he was emitting only reminded her of the weariness her body carried. It also refashioned her bowling ball into an anchor slowly sinking through her stomach, tickling her insides on the way down.

The sketch was neater and much simpler than others, no more than a handful of black lines on a yellowing parchment.

“This part is the head.” Fred pointed out. “I think. It looks weird and there isn’t exactly a good reference for a randomly cross-bred demon.” He seemed so focused on his drawing that she got the feeling he was avoiding her eyes intentionally. Stupid, really. They’re both just tired and have a lot of work.

Look at me.

He didn’t.

She banished all her stupid silly thoughts, and tried to turn to the books for the next few hours.

Fred stayed circling warmly on the edge of her orbit, moving around her but never looking, never acknowledging her as anything other than a voice and a pair of friendly working hands. The silly stupid thread she felt earlier vibrated. She didn't bring it up for fear they wouldn't finish all their work if she were to derail the conversation, so she waited until the end of their study session.

However, when the anticipated end neared, his chair hit the stone the last time and when she turned to him, Fred was lying on his arms on the table, asleep. His outline was as bright and as sharp as ever, but his face was soft and smooth from relaxation, like a marble statue melting. The anchor in her stomach lurch up at the sight, but she swallowed it down, smiled, and laid her head on the table too.

Another sunny afternoon had George almost skipping to his quirky partner. And Fred was glad, he liked to see his brother happy and loved teasing him for being in love even more — but he still hated the bloody beasts. He was thankful for George's efforts to cheer him up, but Fred refused to move out from under his personal gloomy cloud, choosing to carry it alone instead, the way one would an umbrella.

As soon as George mentions his partner, he knows it's time to leave him to his beloved, as he does, with minimal mocking involved (—but come on!).

As Fred approached her, he saw her roll her eyes. Funny. Something about knowing she's as un-excited as he is made his chest swell up with what can only be described as the sudden understanding of the real depth of companionship between you and a stranger, an acquaintance, a friend. I might not like this, but I am not alone.

"They're four feet long already. Your future sister-in-law," said his partner, gesturing to George's love with her head, at which Fred smiled warmly, "said we only get to work with them for another class. I think she might cry." His clouds stopped thundering.

"Don't be rude." he replied but did not sound angry in the least.

"I'm not. She's a nice girl and God bless her for being passionate about this. We need people like her, otherwise the rest of us would have to care as well." she reasoned.

"There's that warm and welcoming Slytherin care I've heard all about." he said sarcastically.

"Rude. Gingers truly are soulless." Fred got nudged in the ribs.

"Oi!"

"Oi yourself!" she flipped her hair and flashed her foxy smile. No, it's fox-like. "Don't start things you can't finish."

"Well, I'm ready to be done with this thing." he looked pointedly at the snapping creature reaching out to them like a baby in a cot.

They received their instructions from Hagrid to feed, entertain, and check the health of the creature and set off to work. After a few minutes of silence, Fred spoke.

"I think there's something wrong with this thing." he squinted.

"Him." She corrected, "He's our son."

"Well I think our son is pregnant." Fred’s face soured.

“No way." she replied, kneeling closer to the beast than she'd ever dared before. "How do you know?"

"A hunch?" Fred shrugged his very nicely shaped shoulders. No! "I'm not sure. It did eat three times as much as the others. It should be a lot fatter."

"He." She absent-mindedly corrected, trying to get a good enough look.

"He doesn't look sick but he's being weird." he squatted next to her, bouncing on his heels.

"Maybe he's lonely. We both ditched a few times." She bumped her knee into his. "I dare you to touch him."

Fred laughed as he turned to her. "I'm not that commited of a father. You do it."

"Why me? You need to do something too!" she whined as their son approached in a rather puppy-like gait, as if he was going to rub against their legs, and Fred's gaze slipped off her, like that day in the library.

"I'll do whatever you want.” he paused "Within reason, of course."

"Touch him."

"Within reason."

"Fine." their dark-shelled son stood before them now, but they were not as hesitant this time. The beast looked at Fred with either his head or his stinger (how is it still not clear?).

Slowly and shakily, her hand reached out. She almost withdrew it, but it already made contact with their son's back and he made a sound similar to purring, which was both surprising and unsettling. Her face bent in disgust as her entire palm pressed against his black shell, gleaming maroon in the sunlight.

"Ew. He's slimy." she detached her hand to see a catran-like substance coating it. "How is he slimy?"

Fred's nose was scrunched as well but an amused gleam flickered on his face nonetheless. “Disgusting.”

"Well, I did it." she complained, trying to wipe her hand on his arm, but he rose to his feet quickly, laughing.

“Keep that to yourself.” Fred warned, trying to avoid her swift attempts to use him as a rag.

“Come on!” She whined. “We’re in this together. If I have to be gross then so do you.” she jumped up after Fred.

He felt weightless as he maneuvered around her and the clawing beast that still purred by their feet, and he realized how warm the sunlight was. His little cloud was gone. In that distracted second of their impromptu three-creature quickstep, she wrapped her clean hand around his hand and pulled herself closer to him.

She grinned from ear to ear, and Fred felt her wet, cold hand sliding down his shoulder. She wiped a few times down his arm and chest with a wickedly satisfied look in her face as he wondered why he didn’t mind it so much. His eyes danced over her face the way his trainers had over the grass mere seconds ago.

“What?” she asked. Wait, she was speaking.

“Um, nothing.” his face rearranged itself from a goofy smile (What?) and he looked at his stained shirt. Before he even had time to comment, her voice made the center of his stomach tighten.

“Do you think he'd lick one if she asked?” Fred followed her gaze to George, looking as dreamy as his partner who was purring back at their Blast-Ended Skrewt. Sunlight covered them too.

Her hand still held onto him.

Fred sighed, both amused and lightheaded from a new discovery threatening to unveil its face in his mind. George laughed so loudly it reached Fred’s ears, and he responded, “Yes.”

“Would you lick one for me?” she batted her eyelashes.

“Absolutely not.” he said without missing a beat.

“What kind of a father won't even lick his own son?” she put a hand on her chest, faux-horrified.

“I still think our son is pregnant.” he said, grinning at her.

“What kind of a father won't lick his own pregnant son?” she humored.

“You're making this worse than it has to be.”

Her eyebrow rose as she offered: “You can always do this alone?”

“No.” something ugly and covered in spikes spun in Fred's stomach.

“Well then,” she said smugly, as if she knew, “you need to start cooperating.” She tugged on his arm with her hand that was there the whole time. Her arm slid around his as she pulled him along, and Fred adjusted his collar with his fingers. When did they get so far away from the group?

“You don’t pet him, you don’t groom him with your tongue like a cat, what do you do? I haven’t seen you change a single diaper!” she over-exaggerated. “I’m basically a single mother!”

He laughed and apologized, feeling lighter and sharper than he had all day.

His future sister-in-law was wrong. They worked on their loving, puppy-like hell scorpions for three more classes, and had another one in a classroom, correcting their essays. During that class, they found out that their son really was pregnant, at which they laughed all the way to the Great Hall.

Fred felt something heavy rolling over his intestines when he thought of the end. It wound itself around his organs until his lips dropped. Nevertheless, he grinned at George (who definitely saw through him), and, with his chin up like a proud lion, departed from him to sit next to his partner, one last time.

He thought about her more often than he expected to, and he feared he might have to stop soon.

As he slid next to her, his metaphorical tail curled closer to him. She beamed brightly at him, and offered her closed fist.

“You ready, partner?”

No, he curled his fingers with a smile, I don’t think I am, and bumped their hands together.

“Doesn’t have to end? Didn't you listen?” she asked him incredulously as he caught up with her. He couldn’t say he has, as his ears buzzed deafeningly loudly since they received their O.

Maybe she had a point when she said there were moments when people felt more defined as he was more sure than ever that he existed in the corridor leading to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom, as his limbs filled with lead at the way she spoke.

“I just thought if you—” his mouth shit on its own. “You know—”

“Holy shit, you really didn’t listen?” but this time she laughed. “Hagrid said we can pick our own partners for the next project.” Her arm curled around his own, “So unless you want to dump me, we march on.”

Whatever heavy thing has been making his stomach a winter home the past week flew off to their summer residence.

She definitely had a point about grounded moments, because when her hand squeezed his arm, the lead leaked out and the awareness of every part of his body slammed into focus.

And Fred smiled back.

She smiled promisingly at him, his heart stuttered, and his sneakers sunk into the stone beneath him.

#fred weasley #fanfic #fred weasley x reader #hp fanfic

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drabbles-of-writing · 4 years

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STORY BOOK LUMITY PLEASE I BEG I CRAVE THAT DRAGON BABY AND LESBIAN DISASTER

BIG MOOD

Amity will be sitting on the ground trying to do something or just talking and Luz will walk over and flop her entire body on Amity’s back. just lays limply w her face pressed into her shoulder n the tip of her tail thumping happily against the ground. Amity is being crushed and is doubled-over barely able to breathe but she’ll be DAMNED if she disturbs Luz, especially when shes softly purring. this is where she dies and you Cannot stop her

Amity once mentioned how, being a knight, shes sort of the champion/hero to others. Luz then decided “well, if yr everyone elses champion, I’ll be yours. not v fair to leave you alone” n of course Amity is abt to b a nerd and say something how the dragon protecting the knight isn’t typically how this Goes and would raise a lot of brows but Luz looks so excited and it sinks in for Amity that Luz basically said she’ll be her own knight in a way and the poor girl is too busy having a whole system reboot to say anything against it

y’all know this comic? its really good. anyway thats the general vibe of Luz and Amity. but the flowers are instead the healing pool that Camila guards n will likely eventually become Luz’s to look after since. yknow. there arent really any other dragons around to do so. also means that if any hunters or knights get within like 40ft of Luz its ON SIGHT n Amity will not HESITATE to yeet them like the plebeians they are

sometimes Amity forgets that Luz is, you know, a Literal Goddamn Dragon. not in the sense of “oh I forgot you weren’t human” but in the way of “oh I forgot you could Do That” case in point, Luz can scoop up Amity with extreme ease. Amity wants to be dramatic and joke she Won’t Move or Go To a certain place? ain’t got nothing on Luz. she just picks up Amity as she walks b w a cheerful “alright, then I guess I have no choice!” tease. the twins like to taunt that "Luz really makes you feel like a princess w the kidnapping, huh?” and Amity is 2 seconds away from strangling them. while at the same time gushing abt it to them like Amity, staring at the ceiling: Em she could literally BENCH PRESS ME Em, not even bothering to look up: like a handful of grapes, I’m sure

Luz I wouldn’t call overly protective, but she Is willing to burn a bitch if they start somethin (granted she’d do it w anyone she cares about). Amity cannot count the number of times she was walking through the forest and something (or someone) suddenly popped up and Luz also, just as quickly, appeared from nowhere and went FERAL. Luz can and will bite at anything messing w Amity and throw it into the nearest tree. its sweet but at the same time a bit of a Hassle. Luz WILL manage to wrap her body around Amity n tail around her legs like shes a snake and hiss at whatevers causing a problem. Amity is so Tired and slowly peeling this lizard off of her and insisting its fine. Luz knows she can handle herself but she takes her ‘fearless champion’ title VERY seriously. lord help the poor knight who thinks he can challenge the rich knight girl and instead gets a clingy fire-breathing reptile who has a streak for not knowing when to quit ready to BEAT his ass

Luz is like bird. she hang out in trees in the Lazy Cat Pose and will sing quietly. she normally does it when feeling Soft or Bored. she’ll be stretched across a tree branch with her hands folded n head resting on it as shes singing some song her mother taught her. or ones she heard from traveling bands and caravans. im gay specifically for Luz being a good singer but not doing it all that often bc shes shy n Amity likes to de-stress by listening to her sing when she thinks nobody else is around

#asks #storybook au #the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #toh #luz #amity #dorks #soft #fluff #protective #knight #dragon #feral #singing #emira blight #emira

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prinxlyart · 4 years

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I was just chilling in the morning and then I started to think about how Amity was mean to Willow when they were alone in the woods even though there was no one around to rat her out to her parents or something and now I can't stop thinking about how much it affected her to be forced to cut Willow off and how from the 3 Blight kids she's the one that seemed to crave her parents' approval the most despite their abuse that might not have been evident to her until meeting Luz and seeing that Eda was more caring and supportive of a kid she found in her stand than her parents of their kids.

Anyways, do you have any headcanons about how those 7 years were like for Amity?

This goes perfectly with the last one I answered so let’s dig in

(This is another Long One ™️)

Amity cried for like, a month after she was forced to cut ties with Willow. The only ones that knew this were her siblings though. She made them swear not to tell, although she didn’t really need to. They knew what their parents were like.

As time went on, Amity felt....Othered. She was different from her siblings (she wasn’t a twin nor was she naturally good at illusions). She was different from the girls she was told to be friends with (they were mean and Amity didn’t like being mean). She was different from all the other kids in her grade (she was a Blight).

This odd sort of unintentional distancing left her feeling almost numb. She didn’t know how to act around her new mean “friends”, but over time she picked up their behavior. She knew if she wanted to convince her parents that she was getting along with these girls, she’d have to act like she liked them and act like them too.

So she started imitating them. She’d watch how they made fun of anything and everything and learned to keep her own interests hidden for fear of being the next one they’d ridicule. They would even make fun of each other which was the most baffling to Amity. Were any of them actually friends?

She tried to keep her eyes off Willow. She couldn’t bear to see her, especially now that Amity’s new “friends” picked on her constantly. She couldn’t stand to see the tears in Willow’s eyes and the look of fear and shame her “friends” caused her to don.

As the years went on and her numbness settled in, she learned how to adopt her “friend’s” behaviors even when they weren’t around. Because even though they might not be around, everyone else around her still knows she’s a Blight. And Blight’s always make sure that their status as The Best is known to those around them. So she starts making comments on other people’s poor grades. Snide remarks about others’ lack of talent. Whispers with her “friends” about how so-and-so could barely be qualified as a witch. She had a whole persona to uphold after all; she made sure that no one would be able to call her out for not acting like a Blight.

The library was her safe haven. Her secret nook inside the library was even more so. Even the library was too public for her to be caught acting as anything other than a Blight. The only time she could remove the mask and just be herself was when she was either in her secret nook or, eventually, when she started volunteering to read to the little kids.

Amity cherishes her time spent reading to the little kids because she can indulge in all of her childish interests and fiction under the guise of extra credit. And the kids love when she gets so into her story-telling, so who does it hurt? Those little kids don’t know what her reputation is supposed to be and they have no expectations beyond telling them a fun story. Anyone that does know who she is will only think she’s going above and beyond in what she’s doing like she does with anything else.

She still missed Willow. Every time she saw her eating alone at lunch or hiding in her cowl hood to avoid the taunts and jeers thrown at her from their peers, it broke Amity’s heart. The only person she could be her real self with had become the school target and she was among the people that made her that target. It made her want to puke if she thought about it for too long. So she opted to try not to think about it at all. She would mindlessly listen to her friends drone on about whatever new thing had caught their attention and sit in her thoughts until her attention was drawn by the group.

There were times when she would find herself alone with Willow and she would flash back to her 7th birthday party. Her parent’s threats would echo in her ears and she would have to bite the inside of her cheek to remember to Act Like a Blight. So she kept up the facade, even if it was just the two of them. She had to do it then, of course she’d have to keep it up now.

At the point we see them in the show, Amity’s been pretending for so long that she’s starting to believe her own lies. She’s forced herself to think about only being top of her class and maintaining her family’s reputation (not like her siblings have helped on that front). She is better than Willow, at least when it comes to magic. She can barely do anything with her magic, it was visible proof. Amity had worked harder than anyone to master abominations to the degree she had. She was a Blight. Anyone that tried to say otherwise could suffer her wrath.

She gets along with her friends almost the same way she gets along with her siblings: be civil and relatively friendly in the presence of others and then complain about whatever nonsense they did in her diary. She wishes she had another actual person to talk to about all this, but her “friends” were as fake as the relationships she had with them and as far as she knew, none of them were being threatened by their parents to interact with one another. Maybe Skara? Potentially Boscha? But Boscha has been so into her role as Top Bully for as long as Amity’s known her and she hardly thinks her parents are coercing her into acting so horribly.

When she sees Willow start hanging out with the Illusion track kid (augustus, she finds out from her siblings; he transferred to their home room after being bumped up a couple grades), Amity’s heart drops entirely. She’s officially been replaced. Despite the years of distance and tormenting, Amity wanted to believe that somehow, Willow would find it in her to forgive her and they could be friends again. But Willow’s moved on and made a new best friend. She deserves to.

Somehow it hurts even more when Luz starts attending Hexside. Amity actually likes Luz. She hasn’t actually liked another person since, well, Willow. And now Luz attending Hexside and not being ashamed of being friends with Willow makes her heart ache in a way it hadn’t for a few years. Willow’s smiling. Laughing. Sure, that Augustus kid makes her smile too, but it’s much different with Luz around. With Luz by her side, Willow was coming out of the shell she’d built for herself to protect herself from all the mockery Amity’s friends encouraged the rest of the school to throw at her. It was an odd feeling of melancholy watching them be best friends in the halls of Hexside; Amity was happy that Willow was happy, that she finally found someone to help her out of that shell Amity was forced to make her build. But it stung just as much because it wasn’t her that was able to make Willow smile and laugh like that. Amity hadn’t been able to do that for Willow since they were small.

She truly didn’t mean to ruin Willow’s memories. But she also wasn’t trying to maintain her reputation when she burned the memory of her 7th birthday. No, Amity was sick to her stomach of the years of watching Willow suffer at Amity’s own hands. If she could just. Remove herself from that memory? Remove the fact that it was Amity that caused her so much pain? Amity would much rather Willow forget her entire existence than live with that pain. She half wished she could do the same to herself, but she didn’t have much chance to dwell on it before she realized she somehow had set all of Willow’s memories on fire.

When she was able to finally admit to Willow the whole truth of the reason she ruined their friendship when they were small in Willow’s memory? It felt like the weight of the Titan had been lifted off her shoulders. It didn’t excuse her actions, not by a long shot, but at least now Willow knew it wasn’t because Amity suddenly stopped liking her. Amity never stopped liking her. But to a 7-year-old, she didn’t feel as though she had any choice in the threat her parents posed and then grew up with that same fear looming over her shoulder. She didn’t know how to take it back.

Amity didn’t know what she did to deserve Luz popping into her life from a pot of Abomination goo. What she did know is that the decision she’d made when she was 7 felt irreversible her entire life up until Luz showed up. Luz, who didn’t judge her by her past actions or her fake identity, who liked Azura and was an even bigger nerd about it than Amity, who forgave Amity’s awful behavior when she tried to get her dissected and again at the Covention and then tried so desperately to become her friend; Amity didn’t understand how Luz could be so understanding and not hold Amity’s shitty behavior against her, but she’s so grateful that she didn’t because now she’s pivoted. Her whole life has made a sharp turn into making decisions for herself and not just for her family’s name.

And somehow, Luz managed to give Amity the second chance she never thought she’d get in her life: a second chance to be a better friend to Willow. And she’s so glad she took that chance.

Tl;dr: it’s fuckin ROUGH but like, dissociation, yknow? Works wonders.

#prinxly inquiries #anonymous #the owl house #amity blight #willow park #luz noceda #toh headcanons #toh character study #Amity has a Bad Time™️ -megalovania theme plays-#me gently breakdancing: What’s wrong son?

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cassyapper · 4 years

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Apart from Jotaro and Kakyoin (unfortunately) what are your other favourite jojo ships? I’d love to know

OHHHH POST YOUVE OPENED A CAN OF FUCKING WORMS LET ME GO OFF

i have a disease that makes me invested in the joestars’ happiness to an absurd level so bc of that a lot of ships i enjoy involve,,,one joestar,,,but there r others i swear let me just start rantingi

jonaeriwagon is soooooo so so cute it involves the most wholesome and purehearted jojo characters and it makes me smile so wide. erina and jonathan r childhood sweethearts and erina helped jonathan back on his feet after he lost EVERYTHING in the first fight against dio at the mansion. jonathan and speedwagon are best FRIENDS OKAY!! SPEEDWAGON LITERALLY CHANGES HIS ENTIRE WALK OF LIFE BECAUSE OF JONATHAN AND THE KINDNESS HE SHOWED HIM. i know erina and speedwagon didn't interact a whole lot in part 1 but like they're BEST. FRIENDS. in part 2, so much so joseph thought something was going on between them. i bring this up bc then it’s proof that this ship is full of ppl who just care for each other so much. they just adore each other and love each other and I'm crying

caejoseq is my FAVVV OKAY they're so stupid and in love. i love love love love imagining caesar and suziq falling in love slowly when he’s first training as lisalisa’s student and like they never do anything about it cause they're both so shy (yes caesar is shy bc these feelings r more genuine romance rather than sexual, unlike his other flings) but it’s obvious enough they both understand to a degree the other knows they like them sjkd;dn cuties. but then JOSEPH BARGES IN with his stupid hamon-breathing mask and his stupid blue-green eyes and his stupid lax personality combined with the moments he takes thing seriously during which is works hard as fuck/smart as fuck. he just completely sweeps them off their feet they had no fuckin warning whatsoever. so after a bunch of messy and intense pining from the both of them they eventually sit down and are like okay. we should do smth about feelings actually. so they Do and it ends with the polycule and I'm (”: smiling so wide they loved each other do u understand

AVPOL!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED OKAY it’s the survivor’s guilt and cherishing and longing for me sis!!!!!! I'm just saying both have pasts (araki said avdol’s backstory was so sad he didn't wanna put it into sdc so that’s where I'm drawing this from) that leave them focused on things other than their direct happiness/their own futures but then they connect and even though they're so fucking different they are SOOO different they're still the same on this level and i think!!! that would be everything for them finally someone who understands...listen I'm ging to go insane do you hear me. avdol loves this stupid fucking Frenchman so much because said stupid fucking Frenchman just cares so much about everything. meanwhile polnareff is in love with this fuckin god of a man who’s patient and kind and funny and a skilled enough fighter it’s stated explicitly in canon “oh avdol’s the one we need to worry about most not jotaro” like fuck polnareff is ENAMOURED WITH HIM!! AND I DONT FUCKING BLAME HIM!! and just dude. when pol thinks avdol came back to life and he starts crying tears of joy and hugs him so tightly and avdol just laughs but hugs him back imfmfjfj help. help. help. help. help. POLNAREFF LITERALLY ASKS HIM OUT ON A DATE THIS IS FUCKIN!!! CANON!!! i cant do this stupid fuckign idiots i love them

JOSUYASU!!!!!! TWO GUYS BEIGN DUDES WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? like listen we have such a SLEW of wholesome moments between these two the opening to the tonio episode is literally just them going on a date OKUYASU WAS GONNA FEED JOSUKE AND JOSUKE DIDNT EVEN FUCKING QUESTION IT OKAY THAT’S KINDA GAY THAT HAS ROMANTIC FUCKING UNDERTONES!! and them fighting against shigechi idk man i just love their dynamic it’s such a pleasant bro relationship and i love them. but even beyond the wholesome moments when okuyasu fucking dies josuke loses his SHIT!!! DO YOU HEAR ME HE GOES FUCKIGN INSANE!!!!! HE’S SCREAMING AND CRYING AND BEGGING OKUYASU TO WAKE UP AT THE EXPENSE OF HIS LIFE FUCKIGN HAYATO HAD TO SHRIEK AT HIM TO MOVE HIS ASS OUT OF THE WAY OF KIRA’S BOMB LIKE!! listen the recklessness and furiousness of josuke’s tactics after okuyasu “”died”” haunts me. he didn't want to live in a world without him and meanwhile okuyaus LITERALLY TRIUMPHS OVER DEATH BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE JOSUKE’S SIDE HELP ME GIRL FJKF;NDJN FUCK. fuck. so yeah i lvoe them

fugionara... any combination of this ship makes me go nuts okay okay. the dynamics in the bucci gang will forever leave me in tatters but THE ONES BETWEEN THESE THREE IN PARTICULAR. FUCK ME UP. it’s the healing it’s the animosity it’s the regret it’s the trying to figure out your own mentally ill self while also the world ur in with these ppl u love so much and I'm going crazy okay okay okay. idk how to quite put my feelings for them in worlds i just have a lot of them and they are fuckin. overhwelming. just narancia for example meant EVERYTHING to fugo as evidence by purple haze feedback (literally every other paragraph is a flashback) and the only time giorno cries in the anime is when narancia dies. meanwhile fugo saved narancia’s life and giorno knew when to take narancia seriously as opposed to a joke. and then THE WHOLE DISCUSSION ABOUT GRIEF FUGO AND GIORNO HAVE IN PURPLE HAZE FEEDBACK? listen something about these three make me go insane and feral

foolymes like okay. okay. I'm shaking like a dog trying not to go overboard on this justification just listen to me. hermes and jolyne first find someone to trust in prison in each other. jolyne cares abt her enough that she first learns how to use stone free’s string-on-a-telephone ability bc she wanted to watch over hermes. hermes loves nd respects jolyne that after she wakes up from getting a stand shes like “hm. wonder where jolyne is” and goes to find her before all that bullshit happened just hey okay LISTEN TO ME!! and then they get foo they save her it’s just like fucking kakyoin they give her another chance and they show her what relationships are supposed to be like (fulfilling) they enjoy her company and make her laugh and she makes them laugh in return ohmy god EVERYTHING FOO FIGHTERS DID WAS FOR JOLYNE AND HERMES DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!! the marilyn mansion debt collector arc. the kiss of love and revenge arc. foo fighter’s death. I'm going to eat rocks in an attempt to stop feeling oh my god JOLYNE DIDNT EVEN BELEIVE FOO FIGHTERS WAS DYING AND THEN SHE GOT HYSTERICAL LIKE “BUT WE CAN JUST REMAKE YOU RIGHT WE HAVE YOUR STAND DISC??” SHE DOESNT WANT HER TO GOOO HELP ME HELP ME. I'm in tatters these three girls loved each other so fucking much they just wanted each other safe and they DESERVED to be safe and happy together but araki is fucking evil

jotaweather I KNOW THIS IS A CRACK SHIP I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW DONT FUCKIGN LOOK AT ME JUST HEAR ME OUT. jotaro and weather r both of similar demeanor that is quiet soft-speaking intimidating strong big aura of sadness coming from them. both have powerful stands and both had real fucked up luck in the love department. i also hc both to be autistic so that’d be another similarity. i jus think them settling down together after everything went down in a stone ocean au would be very soft and sweet yknow? they wouldn't even necessarily start it off in a romantic sense but they just take the time to try and heal with each other and eventually it just kinda veers that way. yeah

gyjo for OBVIOUS reasons like are you serious? gyro changed johnny’s fucking lfie from the SECOND they first interact johnny begins to push himself and tries to reach further/go further. and in turn johnny shows gyro you cant always be a wet blanket you need to take a stand this both helps his resolve to save the kid AND helps him to take the measures necessary to get to his goal. like gyro would not have been able to find johnny in the “who shot johnny joestar?” arc if he hadn't gone through, say, the ring roadagain arc with johnny first. listen man their relationship is literally the catalyst for this whole part it’s the driving force i just. they love each other they love each other thank you goodnight I'm emo

yasugap is just so so so so sweet it makes me so happy,,like okay josuk8 literally has a daydream where all that happens is he gives yasuho some candy and she eats it and is like “aw josuke this is so good thanks!” and she smiles at him and that’s IT THAT’S THE DAYDREAM 😭 listen they just love each other so much and i am emo. they literally SAVED EACH OTHER OKAY LIKE yasuho pulls him from the dirt and like she mentioned during the flashback chapter with the hairpin and her dad, it was also the other way around....saving josuke also saved herself and just LISTEN TO ME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. it’s a very sweet and healthy relationship and i hope to god araki makes it canon please sir ill bite you

anyway yeah these are the main main ones ? that i ship ship. like you'll get me excited if u mention them. anyway this post has gone on long enough so I'm gonna end it here by saying i really do have a thing where the relationship focuses on healing/helping one or both parties to save/improve themselves

#THIS IS SO MESSY IM SORRY I DIDNT PROOFREAD ANYTHING #uhm but yeah these guys. drive me nuts!#jjba #jojo spoilers #nothing too heavy but just in case #cass cries #iwannagrill

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (15/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Experiments, imprisonment, and introspection.

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woop woop Once again thanks to Finn, space, and AJ for all the help they've given me on this fic, and to all of you for your kind words! We're in the endgame now! 2 or 3 more chapters! I'm starting finals week which is no fun, but im also starting to work on the next chapter right now, so hopefully it'll be out soon! But who knows! I sure as hell don't!

The dungeons hadn’t changed since last time.

Eugene laid on his cot, staring up at the ceiling without much of a thought. How long has he been in here? He wasn’t sure. Nor did he really care. The only way he could tell time was the light in his window, and Lance.

“Hey bud, how are you doing?” speaking of, there he was again. Lance stopped by at least twice a day to update him. It was pretty much the same conversation every time.

“So… the princess is still locked in her room,” The bald man said, twiddling his thumbs. “Her dad is sticking to his guns. You know. His kid was kidnapped, so he can’t exactly let her kidnap someone’s kid, it’s about the principle, yknow? Even though the kidnapping was justified…” he trailed off awkwardly.

Eugene is silent. He doesn’t even blink.

“Apparently the King figured out that Cass took the princess to the rocks, yknow, where she got her hair back. And he wasn’t thrilled. I think she’s going to a convent.” Oh, that was new. “She’s not thrilled about it for obvious reasons, I think even the queen is trying to talk him down.” Oh finally, someone is actually fighting back? He sighed through his nose.

It was wrong of him to assume the others weren’t just as upset as him, but he couldn’t help but feel… betrayed? Furious? The feeling is unclear. It’s similar to how he felt when the Stabbingtons tried to kidnap Varian, but more urgent. It felt as if an alarm was constantly going off, sending his emotions into overdrive at all times, draining him of all energy.

Eugene asked the same question he always did. “...Varian?”

Lance sighed, and that was all he needed to know.

“Good morning, Varian,” Quirin hummed, gently shaking the boy. “I brought you some breakfast.”

The little lump shifted, and Varian peeked out from a messy bed head. Oh, it was so cute! Quirin once again kicked himself for letting his son go unnoticed by him for five years. He chuckled at how Varian pouted, but Varian didn’t seem to understand what was so funny. He took the banana offered to him and crammed his face like it was his last meal on earth.

Though, knowing Ulla, it may be.

He sighed as he helped get Varian ready for the day. Ulla, though she raised Varian, was oddly absent now that Quirin was here. She focused all her time on research, spending the day in her lab with Varian and the night in her room pouring over notes. What was their life like before? Did she ignore him often?

Back at the castle Varian was quite a dramatic kid, always wanting to be the center of his dad’s attention. It was that desire for love that caused all this, after all. Was this where it stemmed from?

It was with some reluctance that he handed Varian over to Ulla once the boy was dressed. She nodded at Quirin, but then gazed eagerly at her son. It wasn’t a loving look, not like how Rapunzel would excitedly grin at Varian. It was that same mischievous look she gave to her specimen on the road, and it sent shivers up Quirin’s spine now. To think he used to find it endearing.

“Good morning, Varian,” She said. “We’re going to do some tests this morning, see how well you can control the rocks, ok?”

Varian whimpered at that. Now that Ulla seemed to think he could control them, she was determined to get him to harness it. Create specific patterns, cause them to retract, et cetera. He’d only ever gotten them to obey him exactly once before, back at the castle.

Back when he wanted to use them for love, to fight for his family.

Quirin gave him an encouraging smile. “I’ll make you ham sandwiches for dinner, ok? Just behave for your mother.” He’d go with, but discovered quickly he couldn’t stomach it. Seeing Varian so upset, seeing Ulla yell at him, it hurt too much. He’d nearly stopped the experiments, much to Ulla’s displeasure. They needed to do this, she said. They had to figure out how the moondrop manifested, how it worked, in order to get the moonstone out of him safely.

He told himself this, and yet the screams from her lab still haunted him.

Rapunzel paced around her room, frustrated. Every second she stayed here, safe and sound, was another second Eugene suffered, Cass suffered, Varian suffered. Her window was gated so she couldn’t climb down, and guards were stationed outside the door. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone! Pascal occasionally snuck out but he couldn’t exactly talk or help her breakout.

She had her mom for that, thank god. Arianna currently sat on her bed, flipping through her daughter’s journal. While the pages were filled with her daily adventures, and occasionally a desire to explore, the longer the journal went, the more it focused on Varian. His quirks, his misadventures, his powers…

She shut the journal. “Rapunzel, sweetie, I know you’re upset.” She said. “But you said you knew Varian was kidnapped? The whole time?”

“Not the whole time, just… most of it.” She admitted. “I knew it was going to come back and bite us, but not… not like this.”

“Well, your father sure is a stickler for his laws. You should’ve seen him when Varian tried to take over,” She laughed slightly at the memory, but stopped when Rapunzel only became more miserable. No doubt her daughter blamed herself for the current situation. “I can’t say this isn’t your fault, because in a way it is. But you’re not alone in blame.” She walked over to rub her daughter’s shoulders.

“No, but it’s not right!” The queen’s hands were shrugged off. “Varian was taken because his mom wanted to harness his powers and hog them all to herself. The only difference between her and Gothel is that she’s his birth mom! That’s it! He’s just a kid!” Rapunzel blinked, wiping away stray tears. “He’s just a kid, my kid…”

Arianna was silent. Then, she sighed. Rapunzel was right after all. Her methods may have been wrong, but she was right. Sometimes, the law needs to be broken in order to do the right thing. After all, Rapunzel was brought home by the man who stole her crown.

Well. Another day, another failure.

Ulla swirled the solution, staring at it idly. Varian had been fussy all day, crying and screaming whenever Ulla so much as raised her voice. That thief spoiled him, didn’t he? Stupid brat. She never wanted kids, not like Donella. Children would only slow her down, and the better she is, the better the world is.

Right now, Varian was being tucked into bed by her partner. Quirin was great, truly, don’t get her wrong. He was soft, he was kind. But that softness would be his undoing. They’d always joked about the moonstone, what would happen if she harnessed it, what would happen if he destroyed it.

A shame it turned out this way. In another life, perhaps they could’ve been a happy family.

They both knew what would happen here. One way or another, Ulla was going to extract the moonstone. Quirin would try and get his hands on it in order to destroy it, while Ulla would try to grab and absorb it for real this time. None of that womb gets first dibs bullshit.

Come on, Quirin, she thought, you know what happened last time someone tried to destroy it! What’s so special about this time? She never did figure out how to destroy it, after all. She’d just convinced him that they could take it and experiment. He’d thought they’d work together on the moonstone in order to destroy it. But she’d never wanted to destroy it! Unbreakable houses, bridges defying physics, unrippable stitches, the ideas were endless! Why destroy knowledge?

Why worry about the health of the parasite attached to it?

She’d been messing with an idea for the past few days: if a chemical reacted to the rocks, maybe it would react to the moondrop. The concoction in front of her turned a golden color, glowing faintly in the light. The bubbles trapped air like flies in amber. Carefully, with a small pipette, a single drop of solution was placed on obsidian.

For a moment, nothing happened. She groaned.

Then a tendril of amber began to grow. And grow.

She backed up quickly, just in time, as the whole rock suddenly groaned in protest. Amber tentacles wrapped and squeezed the rocks tighter and tighter until-

Snap!

Ulla stood, dumbfounded, as the broken piece of rock clattered to the ground at her feet.

Quirin sighed, placing a plate full of food in front of Varian. The little boy was so tired he couldn’t keep his head upright without support. Drowsy eyes flickered over the sandwich before slowly raising it to eat. It was good that he was eating, right? Eating meant not sick. It would be adorable if it wasn’t so distressing.

He couldn’t help but lament his past self. Foolish, lovestruck Quirin had been so willing to overlook Ulla’s flaws, her red flags. He’d convinced himself love had changed her, that taking her to the moonstone would convince her it needed to be destroyed. And when that didn’t happen, he’d blamed himself. How could he not?

He spent five years chasing down the only woman he ever loved, fully prepared to forgive her. And when she’d told him the moonstone wasn’t with her, he had let himself hope. Maybe she had destroyed it, after all! Only to realize the moonstone survived… in his son. Their son. The son Ulla didn’t love, just like she didn’t love him…

Did she ever love him?

Varian’s head drooped, and would’ve dropped onto his plate without Quirin’s hands. He smiled despite the circumstances. Varian was definitely the one good thing to come out of this mess.

“Come on, son. It seems it’s bedtime.” He lifted Varian effortlessly, and he laid his head on Quirin’s shoulder.

Varian sighed sleepily. “Daddy…”

The knight’s heart plummeted. It wasn’t him Varian was calling for.

He was going to put Varian to bed, when he had a bright idea.

“Varian, son, can you wake up for a little bit? I want to show you something.” He carried him to the study, where the graphtyc sat unassumingly. He took it with him after the whole debacle in the castle. Varian groaned, rubbing his eyes, but glanced curiously down at the sheet of paper in front of him. He remembered it from the castle, this was what caused him to run away… this is what said he could hurt people.

“As my son, you have a birthright to the secrets of the Brotherhood,” Quirin said, stretching the paper out so Varian could read the translation. “This is one of them.”

Baby blue eyes read over the paper. “Whatsit mean?”

“Well the first one I’m sure Rapunzel has sung to you. It’s a song to make you feel better.”

“Oh!” Varian’s eyes lit up at the mention of the princess. “One time, my head hurt, and she said her song had magic healing powers!”

Quirin chuckled. “Did it work?”

“Not really.” Varian reached out to brush his fingers against the black rock drawing, a frown etched onto his face. His hands shook almost imperceptibly as he read the other incantation.

“That one is yours,” Quirin whispered.

“Mine?”

“You have the moondrop, you can use that one.”

He could see the cogs turning in Varian’s brain; like mother, like son. “Does it actually work?”

The knight laughed a bit harder. “Yes, it does. But you shouldn’t use it unless you’re in danger, ok?”

Varian bit his lip. “Ok,” He whispered. Did momma count as danger? Is it ok to hurt people if he’s in danger? Is that what Quirin was saying?

His head spun. He wanted Eugene. Eugene made sense. Quirin didn’t. He was full of contradictions; the man wanted to keep people safe and yet he was keeping Varian from his family. Rapunzel said your real family loved you no matter what, and this wasn’t his real family.

Sadly, Varian buried his head into Quirin’s shoulder. For a brief moment, he could pretend it was Eugene.

Quirin sighed as he carried Varian to bed.

“Goodnight, son,” he whispered, stroking Varian’s hair away from his face.

Varian whined. “Not your son.”

The knight said nothing. He left the small room with his head lowered. As the door shut, he could faintly hear the beginnings of tears as Varian sobbed for Eugene.

Denial had blinded Quirin for too long. He’d never love Varian as unconditionally as Eugene does, he’s already proved it. His love for Ulla and dedication to the moonstone caused him to hurt the boy. There was no way Varian would forgive him, even if this all does work out.

He’d messed up big time, hadn’t he?

He had to talk to Ulla.

Sometime around midnight, Eugene awoke to someone at his cell door, jostling with the keys. He swung upright, ready to yell at Lance about waking him up, but faltered.

“Cassandra?” He asked, dumbfounded. Black hair bounced as its owner looked up.

“Yo,” She simply said as his jail swung open. “Let’s go.” She walked away, but Eugene didn’t follow at first, too shocked. Her annoyance was clear in her voice. “Hurry up, daddy-o, we don’t have all night.”

“First of all, never call me that again,” Eugene complained as he followed her. “Second, I thought you were being shipped to a convent?”

“Yea, that was a lie,” she said as they snuck past several guards. “My dad made it up so we could plan this without suspicion.”

“Plan what?”

She looked at him like he had grown an extra head. “Your escape, dumbass. Me, Lance, and the queen.” Eugene choked on that last name. The queen? Breaking the law? It was hard enough to accept Cassandra deliberately breaking the law, but her?

They snuck down large, moonlit hallways silently. Finally at Rapunzel’s doors, she and Arianna stood waiting for them.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel gasped, racing towards her boyfriend. He easily lifted her into his arms, spinning around in the embrace. For a moment, they just stood there, taking in each other’s scent after so long apart.

Arianna cleared her throat, and they separated. “The guards have been relieved. We have 10 minutes till the next shift comes in.” She said. Her eyes were glittering like diamonds, full of mischief and determination.

“Your majesty, I-I… what is going on?” Eugene gasped, struggling to find the words. “I mean, I can probably guess what’s going on, clearly you guys are breaking us out, but why?”

The queen’s eyes softened. She placed an arm on Eugene’s shoulder. “We spent too long trying to reason with my husband. He’s a man of the law, even if the law is unfair. For every minute we let him have his way… Varian has been gone.” She gripped his shoulder. “I know how painful that is, to know someone else has your baby, and you don’t know if they’re safe.” Her words shook so painfully Eugene wanted to hug her, but he wasn’t sure that was allowed. “Do what I was never able to do, but you did for me. Save your child. Bring him home.”

Eh, fuck it; Eugene wrapped the queen in a quick, grateful embrace. She returned it.

“We’re going out the same way me and Raps snuck out,” Cassandra said. “Lance and her majesty will keep the king and my dad occupied.”

“But there’s no telling for how long,” Rapunzel summarized. “So we have to hurry.” With that, they raced down the corridor, leaving Arianna alone.

“Hang on, Varian,” She whispered, glancing up at the moon. “Your parents are coming.”

Max rode straight into Old Corona, never stopping for a second. Each second they waited was another second Varian was in danger, or maybe worse.

“He’s gotta be ok, right?” Rapunzel rambled as they rode. “Quirin is there, and he’s a good guy! He wouldn’t let Ulla hurt him… right?”

“Didn’t he betray us and hand Varian back over to his mom?” Eugene replied, getting an elbow from Cassandra. “Look, I’m just saying. We gotta be ready for a fight.”

“He’s right, I doubt Ulla will give up so easily.” Cassandra said, brows furrowing. “Why exactly did they take Varian?”

“Varian is the moondrop, and apparently that makes him dangerous,” Eugene’s fists clenched at the thought. Sure he may have crazy rock powers, but dangerous? His boy? The kid befriended a raccoon and brought it to a fancy dinner party! He was just that, a kid!

Cassandra shook her head to indicate it wasn’t what she meant. “Right, I got that. But why does he even have those powers? Quirin said it was an accident.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eugene butt in before Rapunzel could respond. “What matters is that Ulla hurt him for having the powers, and we need to stop her.”

“Right.” As the conversation ended, they entered Old Corona… or rather, tried to. Max couldn’t even enter the city, it was so covered in rocks.

“It’s worse than before,” Rapunzel hissed. “We’re going in on foot.” As they entered the village, her hair began to glow, reflecting off the rocks in tandem.

In his room, Varian shot upright. A warmth radiated in his chest, spreading throughout his body and filling him with a sense of peace. “Punzel?” He whispered. He could feel it, but he wasn’t sure how. Tiny feet padded out of his door and downstairs. She was headed towards the lab entrance, he could feel her movements! And if Rapunzel was here, so was Eugene! He excitedly raced into the lab, only to stop at the scene in front of him.

Quirin and Ulla, glaring one another down.

A flask in Ulla’s hands, a sword in Quirin’s.

The door to the lab burst open.

#varian #tangled the series #tangled #tts varian #tts #tts eugene #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome

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cosmic-goddess-leo · 4 years

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First Love / Late Spring Finale

Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Series Summary: Reader was once a nationally recognized volleyball player until an injury she suffered her last year of high school. She and Kuroo knew each other vaguely through a mutual friend but lost contact after her injury. Now they attend the same University in Tokyo and are beginning to reconnect.

Chapter Summary: Kuroo deals with the fallout of Bokuto and (Y/n)’s talk. Spring finally arrives.

Word Count: 4300

Author’s Note: Well, we’re finally at the end! I try not to make chapter fics too long, so this is ending at 6 chapters. I hope you all have enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading!

The next day was very quiet. Kuroo had gone about his regular Sunday routine, all while waiting for a text from (Y/n) telling him if she and Bokuto had talked and how it went.

He had heard no yelling through the walls, so that was a good sign. He didn’t want them to fight, of course. Bokuto was his friend, and (Y/n) was obviously very special to him.

He continued waiting until the sun went down. He was sitting out on his balcony for the assignment he had mentioned to (Y/n) the night before.

The chilly autumn air sent him inside to retrieve a blanket. His phone outside finally gave the tone he had been waiting so long for. He almost crashed into the balcony railing when he went to retrieve it.

Can I come over?

Yes. Always.

Kuroo was at his front door before (Y/n) even knocked. He opened it to see (Y/n) standing there, eyes puffy and cheeks wet.

The two stood there silently, looking at one another. Neither knowing what to say.

Kuroo wordlessly opened his arms. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his waist without hesitation and buried her face in his chest. He carefully pulled her into the apartment before closing the door behind them.

(Y/n) squirmed slightly, prompting Kuroo to loosen his grip. She wiped her eyes and sighed deeply, looking up at him.

“I take it you and Bokuto talked...?” He asked, watching her nod in response.

“Yeah... what was the assignment?”

Kuroo smiled slightly before ushering her to the balcony. “I just have to get a picture of the lunar eclipse for extra credit... so you can’t change the subject.”

A small smile tugged at (Y/n)’s lips as she sat in one of the lawn chairs Kuroo had set out. He draped the blanket over their laps and gave her a look prompting her to speak.

“I told him how I feel.” she said simply.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her. “And how do you feel?”

(Y/n) stared up at him, hoping he would budge and not make her talk about it. Eventually she gave a sigh and turned away from him to look at the sky.

“I told him that he’s a great friend... he loves hard... but it’s only when I’m hurting that he shows it.” (Y/n) explained, “It was kinda different back at Fukurodani... he was always close with me, so sweet... Then after I broke my ankle it all changed. Once I healed he just dropped off the face of the earth until graduation... when he heard my mom didn’t bother coming... Then every time I was miserable he was there, but never any other time... It kinda made me want to always be miserable, yknow?” she asked, quickly glancing at Kuroo.

“My mom has always been the same way... Two people who I thought loved me only do it when I’m suffering. That’s no way to live... sabotaging yourself so you can feel love.” (Y/n) began to tremble and her voice wavered.

Kuroo gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as she fought her tears.

“I’m just so tired... I want to feel loved always, not just when I’m in pain.” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

Kuroo nodded, “And that’s reasonable... you shouldn’t have to ask for affection from the people who claim to care for you. They should just give it to you...no strings attached.”

(Y/n) sighed softly and slightly leaned away from him, causing him to loosen his arm around her. “Yeah... and that’s what I told him...”

“How’d he take it?” He asked, watching her adjust herself in the chair.

“He was upset... he didn’t know he was doing it, so I can’t really blame him... but I told him I don’t want to see him for a while...” She said.

Kuroo could sense there was more she wanted to say, and she wasn’t saying what was on her mind. “(Y/n)?”

She fought the urge to bite her lip, instead she fiddled with the blanket. “I don’t think I should see you for a while either... at least, not the way you want to see me...”

Kuroo felt his stomach twist. “Oh...”

“I like you a lot, I really do,” (Y/n) hurriedly added, “I just... I think I loved Bokuto... I can’t just dive into something with you. Otherwise you’re just a rebound... I don’t want that...”

Kuroo frowned and looked down at his lap. “I understand... I won’t push you... as long as we can continue being friends...”

“Yeah... Of course...” She said, mimicking him and staring down at herself.

They both went quiet, neither one knowing what else there was to say. Kuroo opted to watch the sky for the eclipse, knowing if he looked at her he would probably do something stupid.

“Why am I here?” (Y/n) suddenly asked, looking up at Kuroo.

“Like...” He paused, “on this earth...?”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle, “No... on your balcony... Why do you want me here...”

Kuroo finally looked back at her, feeling like his heart was ready to lurch out of his chest. How was he supposed to reveal all these feelings without ruining their agreement?

“I want to know you... I think we all deserve to feel known by someone...” He said, staring deep into her eyes.

(Y/n) sniffled softly before forcing her eyes off him and to the eclipse. “It’s started... Want me to get the picture?”

Kuroo bit his lip, ignoring the prick of pain and grabbing his phone. “I was just going to get it myself...”

“Shouldn’t you be in it? So your professor knows you didn’t just get it off the internet?” She asked.

Kuroo smiled slightly before handing her the phone and posing with his back to the moon. He had a sad smile in the picture, he was hoping he wouldn’t have to look at it aside from showing it to his professor.

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(Y/n) and Kuroo continued on as if their kiss had never happened. They passed notes in their classes, studied together, saw movies and ate meals together.

It was hard for Kuroo not to flirt every now and then, especially with how playful the two always were. But he minded his boundaries, knowing if he didn’t she would be hurt.

Before they knew it, the end of the semester had hit and it was time to leave for winter break. Kuroo’s family lived in the city, he would only have to take a cab to go home and visit.

(Y/n), however, would have to take a train home and would be gone the entire break.

Kuroo hoped that would be an adequate amount of time for her to sort things out. He had offered to take her out on a small ‘friend date,’ as she called it. Then he would take her to the train station the next morning to bid her farewell.

He opted to take her to the ramen shop by their apartments. He knew if he took her somewhere too nice it would come off as a date-date. Plus, the shop had enough special memories to compensate for the lack of mood-lighting or general romantic ambiance.

They agreed to go after their class’ Christmas party they convinced their professor to host. Their classroom was decorated with all sorts of Christmas decorations, one of the abandoned side-tables had been covered with all sorts of treats, and presents had been set in one of the corners of the room.

Kuroo wasn’t too comfortable leaving the gift he had gotten for (Y/n) there, especially since this was the class they had with Kaito. He figured it would be best to give it to her himself during the gift exchange.

They spent the majority of the party together, much to Kuroo’s relief given that Kaito was very much present. He hadn’t caused anymore trouble for Kuroo or (Y/n), but that didn’t mean Kuroo didn’t still have his guard up.

Kuroo’s shoulders had tensed, the feeling of daggers being glared at him sending a chill up his spine. The sensation was cut short once (Y/n) placed a gentle hand on Kuroo’s shoulder, bringing his attention to her.

“Hey, something got you distracted?” She asked, a look of concern on her face.

Kuroo relaxed at her touch, giving her a small, reassuring smile. “Just feels kind of awkward...”

(Y/n) smiled slightly, removing her hand from his shoulder and tapping her fingers against the paper cup of hot cocoa she had been given. “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward, Tetsu.”

Kuroo sighed softly, taking a sugar cookie from the table nearby and biting into it. “Well, most of the class knows I beat the shit out of Kaito. Sooo it’s kind of everyone’s fault it’s awkward, no?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully and lightly nudged him with her elbow. “It’s hard to forget when you keep reminding them.”

Kuroo chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Not my fault I’m such a badass.”

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at him, smirking slightly as she reached forward and wiped a few crumbs from the corner of his lip with her thumb. “Oh yeah, such a badass.”

Kuroo blushed and chuckled slightly, finishing off the cookie and wiping his hand on his pants.

“Why don’t we get out of here...?” (Y/n) asked, stepping closer to Kuroo and lowering her voice. “This is fun and all but I’m getting really hungry...”

Kuroo smiled slightly, assuring her he’d come up with a good excuse to leave the party before the gift exchange. He told their professor he had planned an ‘extra special dinner’ for the two of them, and that he saw no gifts for them in the pile anyway. The professor sent them off with two small goodie bags and wished them a Merry Christmas.

Kuroo couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline he felt when he saw (Y/n) wearing the jacket he had lent her a couple months prior. The black material complimented the red sweater-dress and her black boots perfectly. It took him a minute to realize he had been staring at her, and it took him even longer to stop himself.

He finally looked away when (Y/n) held her hand out to him. The coy look she gave him told him she noticed his staring. He took her hand, hoping she would interpret the redness in his cheeks as a side effect from the cold rather than her touch.

At one point during the walk (Y/n) leaned in closer to him, whining about her choice of clothing that night. Kuroo sighed dramatically as he pulled her to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

He took off his scarf and wrapped it around her, smiling at her despite her protests. “You already took my jacket, it’s my official mission to keep you from becoming a (Y/n)-cicle.”

(Y/n) eventually caved, keeping on his scarf the rest of the walk to the ramen shop.

Once they arrived, they picked their usual secluded table. Kuroo ordered their food, already having memorized (Y/n)’s usual order. He joined her at their table, stopping in place when he noticed a wrapped gift in his seat.

“And what’s this?” He smirked, picking up the present and setting it on the table so he could sit.

“Just a little something I had in my bag...” (Y/n) smiled, looking between him and the box.

Kuroo hummed softly, zipping open his bag and pulling out (Y/n)’s gift. “What a coincidence! I just so happened to have this in my bag!” He set the box on the table, sliding it towards (Y/n).

“You open yours fiiiirst! I wanna see your reaction!” She said, bouncing in her chair excitedly.

Kuroo chuckled before taking the present and ripping the paper away. He opened the box, revealing a small, colorful voucher nestled in red tissue paper. He picked up the card, reading through it carefully before his jaw dropped.

“I didn’t think they even had one of these...” He mumbled.

(Y/n) smiled proudly, “They do now! A couple of cooking podcasters I follow had a discount code. You are now one of the first subscribers of the Mackin-on-Mackerel club! Now you get a box every month with ingredients for a new mackerel recipe!”

Kuroo swore he could feel a tear in his eye. It was too early to say he loved her. But damn. He felt it.

“Do you need a minute, Tetsu? Cuz I’d like to open my gift now.” (Y/n) teased, taking the small box and looking over the gold wrapping paper.

Kuroo wiped at his fake tears, earning a giggle from (Y/n). He composed himself and motioned towards her gift. “Have at it!”

(Y/n) smiled excitedly and tore at the paper. Kuroo noticed the look in her eyes shift when she read the logo on the small, black jewelry box. She slowly opened it, her eyes softening when she saw the small gold necklace inside.

The delicate gold chain sparkled under the Christmas lights adorning the walls of the shop. A small pendant of a jade crescent moon with gold accents was the centerpiece of the gift. Kuroo would never tell her how much it cost or that it was custom-made by a family friend.

Kuroo shifted slightly in his chair, trying and failing to hide his nervousness. “Do you like it...?”

(Y/n) carefully held the pendant in her hands, studying its beauty before a smile erupted on her face. She bit her lip and nodded quickly. “I love it... It’s perfect...”

Kuroo breathed a sigh of relief. His mind trailed off to the second gift in his bag, conflicted on whether or not he should give it to her.

“Will you help me put it on?”

Oh fuck. OH FUCK.

Kuroo quickly nodded and got out of his chair, moving behind (Y/n) and carefully taking the chain as she lifted her hair for him. The sight of her bare neck had him internally hollering for help. He clasped the chain and moved back to his seat, smiling softly as she admired it.

“It suits you...” He sighed, the moment cut short as their order number was called.

Kuroo could sense the aura shift between the two after he gave her that gift. Yes, they still talked and joked as usual, but there was a look in (Y/n)’s eyes that had him enveloped in a sweet fog every time he met her gaze.

The walk to their apartment was silent. (Y/n) had taken his hand the second they walked out into the cold, and she leaned into him slightly as they walked. As if the tension couldn’t get thicker, it began to snow.

This was all one big cliche but dammit, Kuroo liked cliches. He liked being cheesy and romantic. But if (Y/n) wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t push her.

They made it to their apartments without any romantic incidents. Kuroo could tell there was something (Y/n) wanted to say. Instead she wished him goodnight before going into her apartment.

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“You’re sure you have everything? Keys? Wallet? Phone? Taser? Drugs?”

“Kuroo! Shh!” (Y/n) hissed, lightly smacking Kuroo’s arm as he snickered. “You’re gonna get me kicked out of the station.”

Kuroo snickered, “Relax, no one heard me. Everyone’s too busy getting to their trains.” He motioned towards all the people hurriedly passing by the bench they sat on.

(Y/n) sighed quietly before snuggling into him. Kuroo smiled softly, noticing the necklace he had given her placed over the black turtleneck she wore. At least she wasn’t hiding it.

“How are you feeling about seeing your dad?” he asked.

(Y/n) gave him a small smile before glancing down at her phone. “He called me twice this morning to make sure I had everything and was ready to come home... I’m really excited to see him. I think this is what I need.”

Kuroo smiled, “I’m sure you’re going to have a lot of fun with him...” Sure, Kuroo was sad (Y/n) would be leaving, but he knew how much she was looking forward to being home for the break.

Before he could say anything else, the train they had been waiting for finally pulled into the station and began boarding.

Kuroo helped carry (Y/n)’s bags to the train, stopping just short of the door and leaving enough room for the other passengers to board. (Y/n) gave him a questioning glance.

“Before you go, I wanted to give you one last gift.” Kuroo said, fishing around in his jacket pocket.

“Is it my hashbrowns that you stole this morning?” (Y/n) asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Kuroo pulled an envelope out of his coat, holding it out to her silently. She slowly took it from him, looking over the plain red paper before looking back at him.

“I didn’t want to give it to you last night...” He admitted, staring down at the envelope. “Just... don’t read it until Christmas, okay?”

(Y/n) bit her lip before slowly nodding and putting the envelope in her jacket pocket. “Okay... I can get my bags from here, thank you so much for dropping me off.”

“No problem,” He smiled. “And just let me know when you’re coming back. I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/n) smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. He quickly returned the embrace, inhaling her scent one last time. “Merry Christmas, Tetsu...”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/n)...”

The two slowly parted. Kuroo thought he saw a tear slip down her cheek, but she quickly picked up her bags and got on the train.

Kuroo backed farther onto the platform, watching as the doors shut and the passengers all took their seats. He could see (Y/n) from her seat, her eyes never leaving him as the train slowly departed. She quickly raised her hand, giving him a small wave that he returned. Then the train took off, and (Y/n) was gone.

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Kuroo would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous when Christmas rolled around. He was thankfully distracted by his family, so the fact that (Y/n) hadn’t texted or called about the letter didn’t have him completely dying on the inside.

He wasn’t sure if he regretted giving her the letter or not. Surely she would have told him if she was upset, right?

One day went by. Then another. And another. Suddenly, there was only a week before classes resumed and Kuroo still hadn’t heard from (Y/n).

She had told him the day before Christmas when to pick her up from the train station, but that was all.

He was at the station about 30 minutes before she was due to arrive. He thought if he was alone in the cold for long enough, he would be able to calm himself down.

Once the train pulled into the station, he realized he was wrong. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack just at the sight of the train. He stood up, holding up the small sign he had made for (Y/n) in hopes she would see it amongst the crowd of people waiting for their loved ones.

He felt like his heart stopped when he saw her. She was wearing his jacket, her hair had been cut and styled differently, her pendent stood out over the sweater she was sporting. She was still wearing the necklace, that was a good sign.

She looked around the crowd, stopping when she finally caught sight of Kuroo. Her expression was unreadable at first. Kuroo gulped down his anxiety and forced a very nervous smile.

(Y/n)’s expression completely changed.

She smiled brightly and ran towards him, her boots clicking loudly against the floor as she approached. Kuroo’s heart began pounding in his chest, his smile turned genuine.

(Y/n) dropped her bags to the floor and practically leapt towards him, hugging his neck as he held her waist and spun her.

Kuroo wasn’t sure when he felt (Y/n) press her lips to his, he just suddenly felt her warmth enveloping him as she tightened her arms around him. He eagerly returned the kiss, lowering her onto her tip-toes before pulling back.

He rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard as (Y/n) smiled and pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips.

“I take it you read my letter...?” He murmured, smiling wider as she giggled and leaned into him.

“Yes... Yes I did...” She sighed, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face.

“And...?”

(Y/n) smiled and pulled him into another kiss, but not before mumbling a line from the letter he had written. It was the one that stuck with her most, the one she read before bed every night after she first opened it Christmas morning.

胸がはち切れそうで. It’s something I heard a long time ago, whispered between two lovers dancing in the moonlight. When I look at you, you are all I see, and love fills my heart. All I hear is 胸がはち切れそうで - My chest is about to burst.

“胸がはち切れそうで...”

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“I’m too rusty, I’ll be awful!” (Y/n) whined, reluctantly following Kuroo through their campus.

“(Y/n), I talked to the other players, they won’t mind!” Kuroo assured her, adjusting his gym-bag over his shoulder. “Besides, they think you’re something of a celebrity. They want autographs.”

(Y/n) gave him a look of horror before covering her face and groaning. “Nooooo! I’m going back home!”

Kuroo stopped at the doors of the gym, turning to look at (Y/n) who had opted to stare up at a blooming cherry tree rather than the intimidating building to her left.

He sighed softly, gently taking her hand and pulling her to face him. “You know I’d never force you into anything you wouldn’t want... but you said you wanted to practice, this is the only way.”

(Y/n) pouted, hoping Kuroo would change his mind, but he didn’t seem to be budging.

She sighed before leaning up and pecking his lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute... let’s do this.”

Kuroo smirked and opened the doors for (Y/n). He led her onto the court where the volleyball club usually practiced. The group wasn’t too large, some people weren’t back on campus yet and were still enjoying their spring.

It was just enough people to make (Y/n) nervous, though.

Numerous people greeted Kuroo, then quickly flocked to him to say hello to the girl they’d heard so much about.

To (Y/n)’s surprise, some of them really did ask for autographs and pictures. Thankfully, no one talked about the accident that blocked her from finals, rather they talked about her amazing career before that. She could feel herself becoming slightly overwhelmed until Kuroo pulled her to the side to stretch in peace.

A familiar face entered (Y/n)’s field of vision, causing her to stop mid-step. Kuroo straightened up, knowing he would be there, but not knowing how (Y/n) would handle the interaction.

Bokuto stopped a couple feet in front of (Y/n), looking between her and Kuroo. “Hey...”

“Hey...” (Y/n) mumbled, shifting slightly under Bokuto’s gaze.

“So... you’re going to be joining us?” He asked, noting her old volleyball shoes she was currently wearing.

(Y/n) nodded, “Yeah... if you think you can handle it, of course.”

Anyone who didn’t know (Y/n) would have thought she was challenging Bokuto, trying to be rude and intimidate him.

But Bokuto slowly smiled. He knew that tone. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at her. “Oh yeah? Well you’ve been out of the game a while, I’ve learned some new tricks.”

“I’ve seen how you play, I think I’ll be fine.” (Y/n) smirked, placing her hands on her hips.

Kuroo laughed before getting between the two and lightly nudging them. “Hey now, don’t get so eager. I’m putting us on the same team first game. You’ll have plenty of time to one-up each other then.”

“Ughh, how lame. I guess I can still show you up even if we’re on the same team.” Bokuto groaned.

“You’re on.” (Y/n) smiled.

Kuroo and Bokuto were both in awe at how (Y/n) was playing. It was as if she never left the court. The chemistry between the trio was electric, Kuroo knew signing them on the same team was the right move. With his blocking AND Bokuto and (Y/n)’s spikes, their team was unstoppable.

Their setter tossed the ball to Bokuto, and he spiked it perfectly only for their libero to receive it at the last second. The ball flew high, so high Kuroo thought it would go unreceived.

Suddenly, (Y/n) emerged seemingly from out of nowhere, jumped as high as she could, and spiked the ball back over the net, getting the winning point for their team.

“HEY HEY HEY! THERE SHE IS!!!” Bokuto cheered, hugging (Y/n) tightly and lifting her off the ground. The rest of the team whooped for her and high-fived her, bringing a bright smile to her face, one Kuroo hadn’t seen since he saw her play all those years ago.

She was shining like the sun, so many people around her complimenting her play style and her skill. (Y/n) looked past all of them and towards Kuroo, who was smiling at her proudly, his adoration for her clear in his eyes.

胸がはち切れそうで...

#First Love Late Spring Series #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kuroo Tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader

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welcometotheocverse · 3 years

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Kirsty and Kit and/or Kirsty and El headcanons?

Kirsty and Kit

I feel like they would have a bit of tension ( through neither of the kids fault tho) on their relationship over Richard because while Richard dotes on the girls he’s very much emotionally abusive to Kit

( think sorta like that episode where Lorelai was telling him he has to respect her boundaries/judgement and he hits her with “You think I don’t know why you “invited” me here” and proceeds to make it about making her feel guilty instead of apologizing. Or when he pulls the Yale stuff and instead of saying “yes sorry i shouldn't have lied to literally everyone in the car” pulls out the “you know nothing about the Ivy league” sucker punch like specifically Richard reacts badly to being challenged or disagreed with and Kit Very Much challenges him at any time he pulls stuff like this so sadly Richard treats him about as well as he treats Lorelai he’s always bringing up Kit’s shortcomings when Kit disagrees with him and lambasting him with them.)

I feel like Richard would kinda reign it back around Kirsty tho ( he does around Rory becuase sorta how he apologized to Rory over Dean he cares very much about upsetting her and he and Kirsty seem close so i feel like it’d be similar)

Kit wouldn’t tell Kirtsy whenever Richard slides back to being bad to him 😭

Kit would probably also go “I have to take care of her” about Kirsty like he does about Rory and try to be there for all the things Christopher isn’t there for. Like he would go to all her dance recitals and events and just “i gotta be her dad” Kit honey tho lol

He’d support her relationship with the grandparents even as his becomes distanced. ( he stops going to Friday night dinners after graduation )

Kirsty might be able to mitigate the sorta fight/sorta necessary sibling talk that Kit and Rory have coming because Kit means well but is ( unsurprisingly) a bit over protective and Rory eventually has to be like “it was never your job to take care of me and also sometimes you make things worse” ( ie bringing up Paris parents because Paris was cornering Rory) and Kit’s just like “wow okay ow” and is kinda hurt about about and neither of them are good at Feelings bc they’re Gilmores just because from what you’ve told me Kirsty’s good at interventions/picking up other’s emotions.

We stan queer Gilmore kids solidarity. Kit would probably come out to Kirsty before he comes out to everyone else ( he does it pretty early)

They’ve both gotten in at least one fight per school ( elementary , middle, high) over defending each other.

Kirsty would be one of the few people to know Kit skips school with Zack on father’s day. And that he kinda disappears that day because it hurts him not because he’s being a slacker. ( i mean he IS a slacker but that day has a lot more to it for him yknow but hes not about to disclose that)

Kit punching Mitchum and Kirsty slapping Shira on the same episode. Yes please.

He’d probably ask Kirsty for advice on how to help Rory ( her panic attacks don’t really go away in his fic and she struggles with bunrout/wondering if she wants journalism still and basically crashes at Kit’s while she does so bc “Yales bad for you and so are the Gilmores”) like probably after We Got Magic To Do because he’s never had to deal with anything like this and “i can’t punch it what tf do I do?” but Kirsty being there gives him someone that would actually...know how the anxiety stuff works.

He goes to see her dances in NY and takes her flowers ( yes this is based on that gif but also im not sorry bc babies)

El and Kirsty

They’re pretty good hanging out nonverbal like just sitting down and hanging out together because they both know words are hard sometimes.

Kirsty’s probably one of the only people who know he likes video game scores ( it helps him focus) as well a some of the bands/genres Lane deems “need to go extinct” ( bc i mean hes sure not telling her and Lore and Rory can be a bit judgy about music too)

Likewise she’s probably the only one he tells that he’s lowering his coffee intake because it fucks with his anxiety/meds specially after Yale. ( he doesnt tell lorelai or rory bc of their whole “decaf is blasphemy”

Rip Paris when she takes El’s scicom assignments in the newspaper after the PJ Harvey debacle lmao

Rip Paris whenever she calls El “the one who doesn’t talk”

But also RIP Paris’ if she’s ever mean to Kirsty/drags Kirsty into anything because El’s switch from creampuff to verbally shutting someone down no holds barred aside from seeing someone treated unfairly ( ie Brad) are his siblings. ( even if he has an anxiety attack after look, its the thought that counts)

He’d keep in contact with her when she goes to NY ( specially bc im not sure if he goes to Washington) and go to her dances.

Fights are hard on him but he’d call Lorelai out when she’s unfair to Kirsty

Kirsty would probably be the one to find out that his panic attacks are getting worse during freshman year at Yale ( for him its yeah like Rory hes struggling to find material Actually Hard and the class load is burying him but also “hey turns out when that happens and you and you’re on meds for GAD which you forget to take because you haven't stopped doing homework for hours and also somehow you’re still scraping by and time is a foreign concept so less food and sleep” it uh...comes back to bite you...Hard) he doesn’t tell Lorelai because like Rory he hates the idea of letting people down/having people know he’s struggling and he doesn’t tell Rory because he knows she's as busy as him/probably struggling too and doesn’t even see her that often anyways bc …yeah.

Honestly she’d probably be the one to find him in Shrinking Lorelais since Lorelai and Rory are crying on the married man in their lives.

I have this feeling that despite Kirsty sometimes feeling left out withb El and Rory and El sometimes feeling left out with Kirsty and Rory ( hes the only boy and also the only one not dating when they're in hs and its just stuff like that) and later with Jess and Kirsty they also have things that are just theirs ( jogging together, knowing when each other’s anxiety’s spike, keeping feelings secret) and it makes me very ;A;. like they would just be so in each other’s corners.

Salt fests about Christopher. Kirsty’s the only one who knows how much he hates getting books from him because its just him lumping him together with Rory and is the only one who’s ever actually head him say “I'm not even worth googling to him” bc like he doesnt even tell Rory that bc Rory likes Christopher but Kirsty would get it.

El respects that Kirsty keeps things that upset her to herself and doesn’t make her open up but also makes sure to give her words of affirmation when he can tell she’s sad/off/upset.

Kirsty’s the first person he tells both about figuring out he’s ace ( in 2001) and that he’s aroace ( in Yale)

I’m still very here for El taking hits from Dean in Keg!Max over Kirsty and falling asleep in her hospital bed like yes gimme.

He tends to go see Kirsty ( and Trista, Logan and Jess depending on timeline) after having to spend time with Christopher to see Gigi because she gets it. And also probably shows up nonverbal sometimes but Kirsty can tell and they just like read or chill ( just El not being alone after dealing with Christopher)

On the heels of that El supporting Kirsty on cutting Christopher out her life ;A;

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headfullofstories · 4 years

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Truly Monstrous Luck - part 4

After half an hour or so of sitting alone in the dark, I decide to go out and explore some more. I put my journal in my backpack and fish out my binder, taking off my shirt quickly to slip it on over my head before throwing the shirt back on. I decide to leave my bag here, lock my room behind me and walk as quietly as I can down the hall of rooms. There are a few other people milling about, most walking the opposite direction, most of them giving me odd looks as I pass by. I keep my head down and let my feet carry me through the winding corridors.

Eventually I find myself back in the greenhouse, moonlight spilling in through the glass ceiling, shifting and shimmering through a layer of water blocking this place from the rest of the world - is this Turtle Pond? Or some other body of water?

The butterflies are all asleep, but now lightning bugs populate the air. They hover in the air effortlessly, tiny stars filling the great big space of the greenhouse. They start to float around me as I walk in and take a spot over by a pond full of lily pads and lotus blossoms. I sit there for a few minutes, examining the greenery floating on the water, when I hear a voice behind me say, “Damn, I’m usually the only one in here this early.”

I jump several feet to the side, turning to see who just spoke. A girl with moss in her hair and piercing orange eyes stands in the doorway. She walks over to me, and I see that her feet are bare and covered in vines and greenery, decked out in dirt covered overalls and a light blue t-shirt. She studies my face for a moment, crouching down so we’re eye to eye. My breathing is shaky and erratic as I try my best to calm myself down and slow my heart rate down. Her eyes narrow as she takes in all of the details of my face. I chew on my lower lip nervously, hoping to ground myself a little more. After looking at my face for about 10 seconds, her eyes wander down towards my neck and land on the bite mark imprinted in my skin. As soon as I register this, my hand flies up to cover the mark as her eyes widen.

“You’re a new vampire.” She remarks. “Been almost a year since we’ve had one of you here.”

I give a shaky nod and slowly uncover the bite mark again, sitting up straight as she backs away. “I’ve had a really bad 24 hours.” I mutter as I begin to fidget, hitting the heels of my hands together. “Being in here has made me feel a lot better. I was in here earlier and I ended up getting covered in butterflies.”

She gives a slow nod. “Well, if the insects all like you this much, I guess I can trust you.” She reaches out a hand, “my name is Calla. Resident dryad.”

I grab her hand, which is rough and covered in calluses. “I’m Victor.”

“Well, Victor, do you have any interest in magic?”

“Magic?” I echo, and all of the air is suddenly pulled from my lungs. “What… what kind?”

“Depends on where you get your magic from.” She responds. “You seem to have a real affinity for nature, have you ever had any interest in druidic magics?”

“C-can I even… channel nature magic? I’m not… alive anymore.” I ask, fidgeting getting slowly worse. “Do you need to be alive to use life magic?”

She thinks about it for a moment, shifting to a sitting position. “I don’t think so. I’ve never met a druidic vampire, but you seem to have a strong connection with this place.”

I manage to largely control the fidgeting, but my eyes wander to the lightning bugs floating in the air. “I think… I’d like that.”

“Great!” She smiles, “You probably have stuff going on today, being new and all, but I’m here most nights if you want to talk.”

I give her a thumbs up, then get up and start to walk around looking at all of the different planter boxes.

As morning light starts creeping through the glass ceiling, an hour or so after the lightning bugs have settled back into their hiding places, and Calla has located herself up at the top of a cherry tree and is currently browsing her phone, Arthur ducks his head in through the doorway.

“Hey Victor, you free?” He inquires, “Yvonne said you were probably in here.”

I nod and pull myself to my feet. I turn and wave good-bye to Calla, who gives me a 2 finger salute in return, then run over to where Arthur is waiting in the doorway.

“No backpack?” He asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I came down here at 3AM. Didn’t think I’d need it.”

“Jesus kid, did you even sleep last night? You still need to sleep, yknow.”

“Yeah, I fell asleep at like, 7:30 or something yesterday.” I assure him. “I woke up at 2:30 and got restless after a little bit.”

“Thats… actually more sleep than I usually get. Good job, kid.” He remarks, lightly patting me on the head a couple of times. I smile at that.

We set off down a new set of hallways, away from where I’ve mainly been until now. There are more people down this way, and most of them don’t even bat an eye when they see me. I’m glad that they’re not staring like everyone else I’ve met so far, but the number of people in the enclosed space of the hallway makes me a little nervous. Most of the people are a lot taller than me, too, and some of them look like they could snap me in half like a twig. I stay close behind Arthur, trying to take up as little space as possible.

We walk for a few minutes, the floor slowly sloping upward, before stopping in front of a room labelled “Office.” We walk in and Arthur gestures for me to stay put by the door as he goes up to talk to a man with ram’s horns and lavender eyes sitting at a messy wooden desk. They talk for a moment before Arthur turns, waves me over, and starts down a short hallway going deeper into the office. The layout of this area reminds me of the offices at all of my old schools, and I don’t know if I like that… at all.

“You good?” Arthur asks, turning around to face me. I shift in place for a moment, before looking at him and giving him an uneasy shrug.

“This place has the same layout as my old school offices.” I mutter. “It’s making me a little nervous.”

He nods sympathetically. “This place is a lot better than a school office. They actually care about you here, and the lady who schedules all of the gender confirmation surgeries has her office in here.”

My eyes go wide. “We-we’re already scheduling that?” I gasp, starting to hit the heels of my hands together excitedly.

“Well, why would we put it off if we could schedule it now?” He smiles. “Besides, the faster we get this scheduled, the earlier your appointment will be, and the less likely you’ll be to fuck up your ribs by binding too long.”

I might actually start crying right now. My vision goes out of focus for a moment, and I start bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Uh, kid?” He asks, a nervous lilt to his voice.

I look straight into his eyes, smile creeping across my face. “I’m just… so fucking excited about this.”

His expression softens, and he gives me a nod. “Being a vampire kinda sucks ass. Dysphoria sucks even more ass. There’s no cure for vampirism, but if you get rid of the parts of you that make you dysphoric, it makes immortality a little more bearable.”

We stand out in the hallway for a few minutes before a woman pokes her head out of the office in front of us. Her eyes are the color of fire and her ears are long and pointed. She has long white hair and pale skin - not vampire pale, but pale enough to be odd.

“Arthur, good to see you.” She says in an unnervingly calm voice, then looks over to me and smiles. “Who is this young man?”

“This is Victor. He’s new.” He sighs. “We’re looking at getting him in with the top surgeon over at Moonlight.”

“Excellent!” She exclaims, “Why don’t you come in and sit down?”

Arthur heads in first and I follow close behind him, nervous of this new person; she gives me really bad vibes.

The office is clean and smells like rubbing alcohol; it makes my head hurt a little. There’s a pair of cushioned wooden chairs on one side and a spinning desk chair on the other. Everything is organized - the macbook, paperclip box, and pencil container sitting on the desk look like they were aligned with the edge of the desk with a right-angle ruler, and the mesh waste paper bin is empty. The entire energy of the room makes me deeply uncomfortable.

As soon as I sit down I pull my legs up into a criss-cross, and the woman grimaces a little, though she says nothing. I start tapping my fingers against my legs, and I have a hard time focusing on any one thing in the room.

The woman clears her throat as she begins to talk, "So, Victor, you're interested in top surgery?"

My focus snaps to her immediately and I nod my head vigorously. "Very much so. The… thought alone of people seeing my chest makes me nauseous and just… having them makes me really uncomfortable."

She nods, and opens up her laptop. "And… how old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Do you have any legal documents? An ID?"

I shake my head. "My wallet got stolen yesterday, and I didn't have a driver's license or a social security or health insurance card or anything like that anyways."

"And that answers my third question." She mutters as she types. "And… you are a vampire, correct? When were you turned?"

"Yesterday." I mutter, "at 10:30AM or so, I think."

She continues to type for a few more moments, then starts to mutter under her breath before speaking again.

"Okay, Victor, the soonest appointment I see here is September 15th. Does that work for you?"

My eyes go wide. "That's… that's only 3 months away."

She nods, and repeats the question. "Does that day work for you?"

I nod vigorously again. "I don't have any prior obligations anymore."

"Excellent!" She smiles, types a little more, and closes her laptop again. "Victor, you are all sorted. It was good to see you again, Arthur. Make sure you're remembering to take care of yourself."

"I will." He sighs, and stands up. "Well, if that's all, Victor, you were going to see your brother today if I remember correctly."

I nod, and quickly get up to follow him as he heads out the door.

"That was Eleanor." He says once we leave. "She takes care of all of the medical expenses and legal stuff around that.”

“I don’t really like her.” I remark. “She reminds me of the therapist my parents sent me to when I was 14. She said I was a crazy little girl and that I’d never be able to function at a normal capacity, but refused to give me any diagnoses.”

He gives a sympathetic nod. “Well, Eleanor’s really nice - she takes a little while to warm up to new people, but she’s a good person.”

“That’s nice to know.” I mutter. “I just hope I don’t end up being an exception to that niceness. That happens to me a lot.”

He lets out a deep sigh at that. “Some people just attract misfortune. And it fucking sucks when you’re one of those people.”

“There are people that have it a lot worse than me.” I argue. “I had a perfectly fine life and the access, money, and ability to take testosterone and wear a binder.”

“Kid, yesterday you were unemployed, homeless, and had no money, not to mention that you were effectively murdered.” He points out. “That sounds fucking horrible, and your suffering shouldn’t be discounted because other people ‘have it worse’ than you.”

“I wasn’t homeless. I got evicted, but I could’ve just stayed with my brother. And I called my bank to cancel the card that got stolen, so technically I’m not broke, I just… don’t have access to my money right now.”

“I don’t care how much you try to belittle your struggles, Victor, I’m not changing my mind.”

“I… well, you’re not changing my mind, either.” I grumble.

“We’ll see.” He mutters. “I can be very persuasive.”

#original story #spooky monsters n shit #one (1) self deprecating boy

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number9robotic · 5 years

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9-24-19 Update

The long-awaited sequel to my 9-22-19 Update!

(plugging my newest pic as an artist tax)

Short version: I’m in physical danger right now.

Long version: My relationship with my parents are breaking down significantly because changes to plans of my living situation, my inability to cope with my depression, anxiety, and other mental/emotional compromises, and the resulting inability to do anything outside my comfort zone like finding a proper job/source of income or going to school.

As a result, my mom over the course of a few days have been physically threatening me (in public, no less) to send me back to my home in Vancouver while also shaming me for ruining their lives, and I feel legitimately unsafe being in my own home because I don’t know what they’re gonna do to me. All while this happens, my ability to stay motivated as a creator is really being tested.

Fuller version is below this line because I don’t wanna flood the feed and my account with walls of unpleasant text:

Please read my 9-22-19 Update for full context and backstory, there’s a lot of text and I don’t wanna retype it all.

1. THE REAL-LIFE CIRCUMSTANCES GOT WORSE

Yesterday as I was in my weekly therapy appointment, my parents had a renegotiation with each other about that plan I mentioned for my dad to come here and basically repeat the process of my legal anchoring to LA away from my home in Vancouver. Even though I responded with a (resigned) “sure, I’ll do it for you,” suddenly my dad made a conscience decision and told my mom that he changed his mind, because he’s really concerned about my mental well-being and the complete stagnation of my life because of my time here in LA.

This... didn’t go well with my mom, because as usual, this is ultimately about her, I guess. Later that evening, she took me to a Starbucks because she wanted to talk with me about something important, partially as a result of her indeed getting her travel permit document that day. She told me she also talked to her lawyer earlier that day, who said that as it stands, while the case isn’t expected to be finished until April 2020 at the earliest, I’ve technically done all I need to do to be declared a resident of the US, and my job is effectively done. Combined with my dad’s newfound desire to not keep me here any longer, I was told that I could return home.

buuuuuuuuuuuut

She was VERY clearly not happy about this. Despite being the one who decided to talk about this publicly, she had a very loud meltdown as she was explaining this and decided to erupt all of her frustrations not just with herself, but also of me.

To summarize her very long and confusing tirade, she started to outright force at me “JUST GO BACK TO VANCOUVER! GET A TICKET AND MOVE BACK TOMORROW! JUST GO!!!!”, yet was simultaneously also venting about how much damage this would do to HER and her career; that my lack of presence is a sign of failure on her part as a parent, because she hasn’t been able to get me to go to school or a “real” job or even learn how to drive. Keep this one little bit of info in mind.

A third argument she was trying to convince me of is that the return to Vancouver for me is only going to fuck ME up, because she doesn’t believe that me returning back to a comfortable place where I’m familiar with and am actually able to get around using public transit (which is so much better than LA, it’s not even a fair comparison) would be better for me and my personal health. She also said that Vancouver’s ability to help me with my mental health is so much worse than that of LA... which... that’s incredibly laughable on so many levels, the least of which is the fact that we spent a several-month assessment process to apply for job assistance because of my autism, only for the result to me to deem me and my autism diagnosis as invalid, but whatever, I guess...

I responded by telling how incredibly irrational she was acting in her hysterical state (again, in a very public area) with her a bunch about what I felt would help me through this, which I’ll talk about later. Reason not now is because she promptly forgot about it and this morning, SHE DID THE SAME THING AGAIN. This time she invited me to talk at a different Starbucks, asked me about my future, and then had ANOTHER very public meltdown screaming about her and my life problems, but this time it was at a time before McDonald’s stopped serving its breakfast menu.

Once again, she slammed me in my inability/refusal to try anything that would apparently help justify me being here in LA, me ruining her life no matter where I go in the world, and also threatening to send me away to Vancouver. This time I just had to outright leave the conversation because she was getting violent this time; I’m currently typing this in a library and she hasn’t found me yet. This isn’t an entirely new feeling, but currently I am legitimately scared for my future and physical safety.

2. EMOTIONAL HEALTH AND PARENTING

I (re-)explained to her that my problem with all of these personal development hurdles -- my inability to try anything where it feels like the failure of which will be utterly emotionally devastating -- is because I flat-out do not have the ability to deal with it. The entirety of grade school and post-secondary have collectively been the most emotionally devastating times of my life to me, I failed my written exam that’s the first step to get a driver’s licence 5 TIMES, and I have a smattering of emotional, communicative, mental, and physical hinderances preventing me from finding work.

And here’s why that affects me so much: my parents are not emotionally supportive. Mom and dad have outright admitted that due to “Chinese parenting”, “it’s just not my personality”, “I don’t know how to help reassure you” they don’t wish to help me with my emotional problems directly, often times finding it to be the job of others they can then shunt that duty off to, such as therapists, psychologists, counselors, or others. This ignores the fact that my meetings with them are weekly, whereas my greatest exposure to other people come from them, my supposed “loved ones”. I feel like I should be able to go to them for emotional strength. I do not, either because they aren’t capable of or just simply don’t want to be that.

Just to note how little they care about my feelings, I came out to them as nonbinary a few months ago, explained to them what that actually means, that I don’t like my pronouns or birth name at all, and asked for them to respect that. They have yet to comply despite me broadcasting my discomfort constantly, because they simply won’t “get it”.

Yknow... as someone who’s failed a lot in life... I can safely say that the resulting emotional wreckage isn’t fun.

The thing about being emotionally wrecked is that without any reliable source to go to like family or friends, my only solution is to just wait for my depression to pass... which if anyone knows anything about it, you’d know it’s super-unreliable and can take either a week or a month for me to feel better again, and is incredibly destructive. What I’ve recently realized is how much it utterly fucks with my perception of time and continuity -- depression cuts off my ability to feel anything significant or optimistic, including my ability to perceive a future worth looking up to. As a result, I feel like I’ve wasted A LOT of time in the last few years because nobody has been able to help me with that, at least in my actual time of need.

I’ve made this point to my parents many times throughout the year, and I’ve been desperately trying to communicate to them that the easiest solution to my mental trauma? To actually be there emotionally as loved ones; to help me through that potential sense of failure that I’m so afraid of experiencing again, and for them to comfort me as their child.

This request has pissed off my mom on multiple levels: the first I established already is that she’s constantly claiming she doesn’t know how to/isn’t capable of doing it because “it’s just not me” or “I’m not white mom” or some other crap. The second however is where things got super-confusing: she was also offended that I would ever think that she doesn’t support me on that level, and shared me a bunch of wechats to our extended family supporting my minor hobbies, even though they’ve been sucking really bad (again, please consider my patreon, this is a super-hard time to be motivated as a creator)

So I was like... “You ARE capable of being emotionally reassuring! I want to actually hear it myself!” because she almost never expresses positive emotions; it’s either complete ambivalence or negative frustration. She continued to express negative frustration at this, and at that point I just gave up because at this point it struck me that she just outright doesn’t want to help me with it because she felt like she can shunt the duty to someone else... even though she’s pissed about having to pay them therapy bills to do so. Ugh...

3. EVERYTHING BITES

To summarize: this entire breakdown and my future is emotionally fueled not about my needs like my dad wished, but about my mom’s, who believes that it is far more simple for me to be sent back to Vancouver at her blatant behest, and for me to just “get over” my depression and anxiety to do all the shit she expects me to do which she also believes me to be incapable of doing, than to just... be a caring parent who expresses positive feelings.

And during all of this, she’s also shaming me as a failure who ruins her life no matter what I do.

I am... so exhausted... and it’s super-difficult to stay motivated as a creator these days as a result of it. Fuck, I barely feel safe returning home either in LA or in Vancouver, because I know my mom hates me for it.

I still don’t have friends, and I still have depression and anxiety... and I can’t even ask my mom to be there for me in my time of emotional distress... thanks.

#vent #art #artist #need help #artists on tumblr

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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I dunno lmao how about the reader is at a sleepover and her friends dare her to late night text Neville as a joke (little do they know she has a big fat crush on nev) later in the night when everyone is asleep he responds and it ends with them meeting up later and fucking 🥴

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

hfeber I'm sorry I really wanted an excuse to mention pothead!neville again but I'll redo this if you don't like it.

It was another Friday night which meant (Y/n) was with her girls doing the usual, sleepover and blazing up. They always did this as a hooray to celebrate getting through the week no matter how tough it was. They all had their duties, Ginny would get the booze, Luna would get the food, Hermione would take care of the playlist, and as always they'd send (Y/n) to get the weed from Neville.

All of the girls knew about her obvious crush on the boy and were constantly encouraging to make a move. She was a beautiful girl and Neville would be lucky to have her. However, being filled with her own anxiety, she never would. The interaction between them would always be the same. Neville would greet her, she'd tell him what she wanted, and he'd send her on her way leaving her with some sort of ambiguous yet flirty phrase. Even though he did this (and gave her discounts on the regular) she was still not sure of where she stood with him. As a weed dealer it was his job to be nice to people so they'd come back to him. 'It's good for business' is what she told herself but her heart didn't care, it still would race anyways.

In typical sleepover fashion, the girls were encouraging each other to do stupid things that they'd all regret the next day when they were alone dealing with the consequences. That didn't phase them any, that was tomorrow them's problem. So far Ginny had sent Harry a nude tease, Hermione had blocked Ron to get a reaction out of him, and Luna had given herself a cartilage piercing, (Y/n) obviously encouraging all of them. The laughter from their reaction to Harry's freak out had started to die down as they all looked at each other.

"Hey (Y/n)? I don't think you've done anything tonight." Ginny coughed out, passing the bong to Hermione who was whining for it.

"O-oh um, maybe Luna could give me another piercing?" she stuttered out, praying to the gods that they didn't bring up anything to do with him. But as if they could hear her thoughts, Luna piped up.

"I think you should text Neville." she said, giving the girl a knowing smirk. (Y/n) sighed, relaxing her shoulders. That was all? Her and Neville texted occasionally although a lot of the time it was just her being on his way to buy from him. She pulled out her phone, opening her phone scrolling to the contact 'Nev the Plug' and beginning to type out a message.

"What should I say, just hi?" she asked, hitting send on the message before her friends could say anything, She lifted her head as she heard Ginny speak up.

"Oh no, no, no! You've gotta be a bit more bold than that! After that little stunt you made me pull? Ha!" she said, scooting next to the girl. They all hovered over her phone to stare at the screen. "You've gotta send anything we tell you."

"W-what?! That's ridiculous. Plus I doubt he'll resp-" she was cut off from the ding as she stared down at her phone. Everyone cooed and poked at her teasingly at the message.

'Hey cutie, what's up? Why're you up so late? Try to get some rest love💗

"Oh come on, he clearly likes you! 'Hey cutie'?!" Hermione said, scoffing as she stared at her friend. (Y/n) shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck.

"He always calls me stuff like that." she mumbled, looking away from them.

"Okay type this, are you ready?" (Y/n) nods, looking at Ginny, hovering her thumbs over the screen. "Nothing really. You know Nev, you're usually giving me weed but I wish there was something else you'd give me."

(Y/n) looked wide eyed at the words she had just typed, reluctantly hitting send. She prayed that he wouldn't respond for a while, squeaking as the notification sound went off. They all looked at her, pushing her and encouraging to open the message. She sighed when it was simple.

'Oh yeah? And what would that be exactly?'

"I-it's not too late to go back guys! I could say something nice like, yknow, a hug!" she tried to persuade them, groaning as she saw they weren't budging. "Hey! Give it back!" she screamed as Ginny stood tall, typing out a message quickly before giving her phone back to her. She gaped at she saw the words on the screen.

'You. I wanna feel you deep inside of me. Wish you'd fuck me all night long.'

"Ginny I would never say something like that!" sure, she had thought about it briefly. If briefly and every night were the same thing. She'd slide her hand into her underwear, wondering what it'd feel like if they were his finger or even better his..

"Yeah but you sure would think it. You're not all that innocent. I mean look at you, smoking from the bong to knock some edge off of your nerves." Luna said as it was simply a fact and not reading her to filth.

Eventually as they all began to drift off the bed, the embarrassment disappeared as they all began to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting them like a brick. She had even forgotten about the text until her phone dinged. She looked around her making sure her friend's were sleep as she read the message.

'Sorry it took me so long to reply. Was making sure my mates left. How bout you come to me now and I can do just that? I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?'

She swallowed harshly, nerves flooding her. She could ignore it. She could turn her phone right back off and act like she never received the text and tell him the next morning that it wasn't her, that it was her friends. However, was she really going to turn away such a great offer?

She sighed, slipping on her slippers before she sparked the blunt and began to walk towards Neville's dorm.

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She stood outside of the large wooden door, wondering exactly what she'd say when he opened the door. Well, what do you say to the cute boy who deals you weed who you just so happen to be fucking in a mere few minutes. In her free hand, she knocked on the door lightly, shrieking when it was ripped open. There Neville stood looking way hotter than usual. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was just her, but the sight of him stood there, shirtless in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms with his shaggy hair all messy did not help the pooling that was happening between her legs.

"Hey. Figured it was you, you always walk really loudly when you're blazed. 'M surprised Filch didn't get to you before me." he chuckled, pulling her into the room. She took in the familiar scent of weed and flowers, both of which Neville grew within his dorm. It was ironic to think that the guy who always had bud on him was also the guy who'd sit there for hours, tending and caring for his plants. She looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest.

"Come here love. You look so pretty tonight." he rasped out, trailing his large hands down her back side and under her dress. His hazel eyes widened slightly as he gripped at her bare ass, pinching it some. "No underwear? What a naughty girl you are." he chuckled out, lifting her dress above her head. (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest self consciously as he continued to stare at her. She didn't know if it was her fuzzy mind or her nerves but it felt like forever that he had been staring at her.

"I-I'm sorry. Is it not what you were expecting?" she whispered softly. She felt the tip of his thick fingers lift her chin up as the other hand uncrossed her arms.

"No it's just, bloody hell you're gorgeous. Are you sure you wanna do this...with me?" he asked, saying the last part softly. She mustered up some courage, stepping forward as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down some. She placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away with a soft grin.

"Nothing would make me happier than having you fuck me senseless right now."

Neville growled, lifting her up as he pinned her against the door. He sucked on her bottom lip before leaning in, kissing her deeply. She moaned softly tangling her dainty fingers in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their tongues danced around in sync, Neville's rapturing hers as it pleased. He sucked on her muscle before pulling away, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap.

"You don't understand how long I've wanted to do this. I've been dreaming of this moment every night and now that it's here, merlin, I'm a lucky bloke." she smiled at his words, looking away as her face heat up. Her thoughts started to get to her though, was he only interested in sleeping with her?

"U-um actually Neville, I don't think it's right for me to do this without telling you. I um..I really like you. I don't think I can do this if this is all that'll be of us. I don't want to just be your 4am bootyc-" she was cut off by a familiar pair of soft pink lips on her own as he grasped her face, stroking her cheek gently.

"Can't you see that I'm mad for you, princess? I wouldn't just be up at this time for anyone. I absolutely adore you. I don't go around giving discounts and free weed to every girl that comes to me." He trailed his hands up and down her waist before gripping it tightly. "Then again, you're not just some girl." he mumbled, beginning to trail open mouth kisses down her neck, stopping to bite and suck along her collarbone. (Y/n) began to whine and moan, rubbing her cunt along his lap. The fabric of his crotch region was completely soaked through due to her messy cunny dripping and oozing all on top of him.

"S-sorry. I was already horny and when I'm high it just gets worse. So sensitive." she muttered, hiding her face in his neck. He chuckled, grazing his thumb against her slit eliciting a whimper from her lips.

"What a messy little thing. Your pussy's dripping everywhere. As much as I'd love to taste it, I have no clue when my room mates will be back so we've gotta make this quick." He felt as she tensed in his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. "Don't worry love, I'm still gonna make you feel good." he slid two fingers in her, surprised as they went in easily. She felt her face heat up as she looked away from him sheepishly.

"C-couldn't help myself. I was so horny earlier but I couldn't make myself cum. Wanted you to." she stuttered out. She looked down as Neville lifted her slightly to pull out his cock, gasping at the size of him. His cock was long and fat and in its current state, rock hard. She eagerly crawled hovering over him, sinking down on him quickly. They both moaned in unison, feeling overly sensitive due to their cloudy state.

Neville gripped at her hips, guiding her up and down along him. After a while, he got impatient and wrapped his arms around her waist, jack hammering his cock into her. She shrieked out a moan, scratching and digging her nails into his back.

"S-so good Nev! M-more. Deeper!" she moaned, crying out as he bit and sucked along her neck. (Y/n) sneaked a shaky hand between her legs, beginning to rub at her clit until she felt a large hand remove hers, replacing it with his own.

"Let me take care of you, baby. I've got you, relax." he spoke. She could barely make out what he was saying as her eyes filled with tears of overstimulation. She met his thrust eagerly causing the boy to let out a long moan. He gripped at her hips harder, thrusting impossibly hard as he felt her clench around him. "Go head pretty girl, cum. Cum for me, petal." he said through gritted teeth, feeling his own release coming as well. She began to whine, chasing the orgasm she'd be craving.

Finally as on que, her orgasm came crashing down on her in one big wave. She felt herself drown in the feeling, stars dancing across her vision. She gasped, crying more as she felt Neville's warm cum, spill deep inside of her making her feel impossibly full. (Y/n) leaned into his embrace, relaxing as he soothed and cooed at her.

Meanwhile back at her dorm:

"That little minx! She actually went through with it." Ginny said in disbelief as they looked down at her phone. (Y/n) had snapped them a picture of her head on a chest- which couldn't be anyone but Neville- with the caption 'I have no regrets💖'

#brattysblurbs:neville #neville x reader #neville longbottom x reader

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demonicheadcanons · 7 years

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RFA and V and Saeran on their first date with MC

(AN: Sorry for not posting more art than writing this last while. I’ve been having fun drawing stuff for Mystic Messenger, and I haven’t gotten any requests or anything and sometimes I struggle with coming up with non-self-indulgent ideas for stuff ;; I would really love some requests, and I am also (at the time this is posted) trying out match-ups if anyone wants one ^^ The characters might be a bit OOC in this because, as I always remind y’all, I’m only half way through my second route so I don’t know the characters all that well yet really. This is just a little thing I kinda wanted to write ^^. Hope it’s alright!)

Zen

Because it’s just the first date (and he is really hopeful that there will be many, many more) he will take you out somewhere quite calm so he can just talk to you and get to know you properly

Has loads of questions for you. The conversation flows the entire time. Even if you’re not the best at talking, this boy knows exactly what to do and say. He can easily relax you if you’re nervous

Flirts with you the entire time. He will speak entirely in pick up lines for a while just to make you laugh or smile. “Zen, we’re literally on a date, you don’t need to use pick up lines.” He’ll just pout at you and then continue a bit later

You go off on a tangent talking about something, and he will probably just sit and stare and you and he falls in love pretty fast. You catch him staring and he’ll turn his head away, blush, then look at you, his eyes full of adoration as he tells you how cute you are (anyone can be cute regardless of gender <3)

If you deny it, oh shit, he’s gonna go off on one telling you how amazing you are. Like, you will have to tell him to stop eventually because he will not stop talking for a long, long time

He won’t smoke for as long as possible during the date, or he’ll make sure to excuse himself because he doesn’t want you to be anywhere near the smoke. Tbh, when you start dating, he’ll probably try to stop smoking altogether. With all his determination and with you by his side, it’d make it a little easier on him, but you know it’s still going to be a bit of struggle for him. Give him loads of hugs pls

Will walk you as far as he can to the apartment and will give you a very gentle, sweet goodbye kiss, with promises of another date soon. As soon as you leave, he’s already planning it out. Boy loves you so much

Yoosung

You either end up going to a park, to a funfair, or to an arcade/bowling alley. For this, I’ll be writing the arcade/bowling alley

You both agree to meet there, and you see him before he sees you. He’s on his phone, biting his lip and leaning his head down. You walk over to him and he looks up and this adorable smile forms on his face as his eyes light up. He gives you a hug in which he lightly squeezes you (“oh god, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy to see you!”) and you both go into the arcade

He’s so excited it radiates out from him, but he’s also a little nervous because he wants you to see him as cool and he’s terrified to act at all like a child, because he’s fed up of being seen as one rather than being seen as a man

Hold his hand and he will melt. He’s not all that fond of PDA but hand holding is A+. His face goes bright red and he has this tiny little smile on his face as he glances at you then immediately looks away

You do bowling first. He’s not the best at it, but it’s really fun and you both have a good laugh. Bumpers for extra fun, and so that he’s at least able to hit one pin

He still misses the pins a lot

Then you both get to the machines and omg. He’s just so happy and so excited because he gets to play games with the person he loves and oh did he say that out loud? Shit

You think he can’t get any more red but prepare for him to literally become a tomato (say goodbye to your boyfriend he is a tomato now) if you ask him to repeat what he just said or make any comment on it whatsoever

He’ll stutter out that he just thought since you had both said it in the chat room and on the phone he might as well say in person that he does feel that he loves you. Then he changes the topic by pointing and running over to a claw machine or something to win you a plushie (stuffed teddy)

Obviously he doesn’t have much money – he’s a student, so he won’t go on too many machines after that. You both leave, wincing in the bright day light, and he’ll give you a hug and a small kiss goodbye as you both part ways

He’ll text you later saying how much he enjoyed the date and being with you and stuff. He is very cute and sweet and sappy

Jaehee

Coffee date. She doesn’t have much time so you meet up near her workplace and you both go to a little café and get tea/coffee (coffee for her, obviously)

She’ll make polite conversation with you. Do not ask her about work, she will list off all the things she has to do and you will get overwhelmed by the amount of things that she has to do because there is just so much and how does she keep track of it all?

You’ll end up admiring her as she talks though, the way she’ll push a strand of hair behind her ear every now and then and she slightly uses her hands as she talks. She focuses on her cup most of the time as she talks, taking small sips every now and then

And then suddenly she glances up and meets your eyes and her voice falters a little and just... how is she so beautiful? You feel your cheeks flush as you glance down at your own cup and take a sip of your drink

She asks you loads of questions, making sure not to talk about herself too much. She won’t ask anything too personal, and if you seem to not want to talk about something she picks up on it right away and changes the topic. She’s very observant and she makes a mental list so that she knows not to bring things up again

Honestly she’s just an amazing girlfriend and she’ll ask at the end of the date if you want to meet up again, same time next week? It becomes a weekly thing and the people in the café get to know you both well and they really like you both

(Going outside the first date thing a bit) After a few weeks of hugs rather than goodbye kisses, you’re going to have to be the one to kiss her. She doesn’t really like PDA though (she’s totally fine if it’s just you two) so maybe not in or right outside the café. She’ll blush a bit and smile at you and hug you tight after though

Gentle kisses on the cheek from then on every time you meet up as she greets you with a hug

Jumin

He’s gonna so take you to a fancy restaurant. If you don’t like the idea at first, he’ll convince you somehow. “I just want to take you out as a nice treat, after all you’ve been through recently.” He’ll be a bit scared of you getting hurt so he’ll have body guards close by at all times, but not too close

Keeps up a steady conversation, but for a bit he struggles to not make it too formal. Eventually he relaxes a bit (after a glass or two of wine lol) and starts chatting more freely

Tiny little smiles every time you laugh or giggle. He’ll chuckle to himself and sip his drink

Looks at you with such an intensity at times that you just can’t help but blush. He’s just admiring you, but eventually he has a mild look of amusement in his eyes

When he relaxes fully, he might tease you a tiny little bit. He’ll be very careful not to upset or hurt you, it’s just how he is (I think Jumin is the kinda person that likes to wind people up a bit, but he really likes MC so he won’t go too far with it, yknow?)

Pays for the meal no matter what you say. He’s rich, and anyway he likes treating you

After the meal, he’ll thank you for such a lovely time, and he’ll take your hand and kiss it before pulling you in for a proper kiss

Says he can’t wait until next time, and gets a driver to leave you off somewhere close to the apartment. He’ll message you to make you got home safely and such, and he’ll thank you again for a nice day, telling you that he really enjoyed seeing you

Seven/Saeyoung

He’s not the best with being in social situations so honestly he’ll probably invite you over to his if you’re comfortable with that, or he’ll take you to the cinema. He prefers for you to go to his house though, because he wants it to just be the two of you (and Saeran, but he’ll probably prefer to stay on his own in his room or something whilst you’re over and whilst you two are on a date)

‘Cooks’ you a meal which he intended to have set out on the table when you got there, but it didn’t go to plan so he ordered in pizza. He didn’t know which kind you liked, so now he has quite a lot of pizza. Hope you like pizza. He’s gonna make you take one home with you

Settles down on the sofa with you and chats away, making loads of jokes and non-stop puns. At some point, he’ll leave the room to go to the bathroom, and he’ll come back wearing cat ears, watching as you laugh as him. He decides at that moment that he will do literally anything he can to make you laugh

Will put on whatever movie you want. You want a sappy romance film? A shitty comedy? A bloody horror film? He’ll literally get anything you want to watch

He’s a bit nervous but he suppresses it completely so it’s barely noticeable. Slightly shuffle over to him, and he’ll put his arm around you and pull you closer, smirking and winking at you jokingly

If you’re watching a horror film and you get at all scared, he’ll promise that Seven Oh Seven, the Defender of Justice, is here to protect you. Burrow your head into his chest/shoulder and he’ll kiss you on the forehead and laugh, but he won’t tease you (too much)

And then he gets caught off guard ‘cause he’s too busy watching your reaction or because a bug comes on screen and he screams and claps a hand over his mouth. You can faintly hear Saeran laugh from his room as Saeyoung keeps his hand covering his mouth. You look up at him and you both burst out laughing, and now it’s your turn to tease him

After the movie’s over he’ll walk you to the door, wrap his arms around your waist, and kiss you goodbye. He offers to collect you from the apartment next time if you want, and then makes a few more jokes before closing the door and turning around, pressing his back to the door and sliding slowly down until he ends up sitting on the floor, bright red, covering his face and the massive grin spreading across it. What a goof

V/Jihyun Kim

His sight isn’t so good so he can’t go to a movie or anything, so he suggests a walk in the park. You both meet up and he greets you with such a beautiful smile that just melts your heart. This boy is amazing and trustworthy and he has such a kind heart and you can tell this all just from that smile. And its genuine too!

Immediately greets you with a hug, wrapping you in his arms and holding onto you tight. When you pull back he has a light blush on his face and he’s still got that amazing smile and just wow

Holds your hand as you both walk. It’s honestly helpful for him with his eyesight, and means he doesn’t have to rely on his cane as much

Animals love him. You pass someone with a dog and the dog immediately comes to greet him. He’s quite good with them too, leaning down to pet them and he even talks to them

Kids also love him. They get really happy if he returns a ball or something they’ve accidentally thrown/kicked your way, and they’ll come up to him and ask about his hair and his eyes and stuff and he’s so gentle in his responses to them

Okay just everyone loves him. Literally everyone (except Yoosung lol). Anyone you pass greets you both with kind smiles and a ‘hello’ and he’s so good with everyone and oh my god he’s perfect

He compliments you the entire time, and listens intently whenever you speak. Like Jaehee he makes sure to ask you plenty of questions, and he’ll admit at one point that he loves listening to you talk

If you hadn’t already fallen in love with him, you will have by the end of the date. He walks you back to your car or your bus stop or whatever and he gives you a quick kiss and tells you he had a great time, and that he’d love it if this could be a regular thing. Gives you another quick kiss before leaving

Unknown/Saeran

You’re both meeting up at an ice cream parlour. He’s found one that’s quite nice and pretty without being too packed with people, because he’s not so keen on being around a lot of people at once at the moment

He’s on edge when you arrive, leaning against the wall with his shoulders hunched a bit and his hands in his pockets, staring off into the distance. When he catches sight of you, he lets out a sigh and visibly relaxes

He isn’t so big on physical affection yet, so he doesn’t hug you on greeting, just nodding instead and asking if you want to go inside

Inside, he’ll take you up to the counter and let you choose whatever flavours you want. He knows all the best flavours, so when you both sit down with your ice creams, he’ll talk about that for a bit so that he has something to talk about

It takes him a while to relax, and you realise he’s just not all that talkative in general. You end up both eating your ice cream and sitting in a comfortable silence at times. You’ll both keep up a comfortable level of chatter, and you’re both contented with it

After you’re both done your ice creams, you go out on a walk around the area

Neither of you are too confident in prying too much into the other’s pasts, simply because you don’t want to make each other uncomfortable, but if you open up about stuff or talk about any hardships and stuff he’ll immediately admire you like 10x more.

He might open up a little bit himself. He also apologises for tricking you when he caused you to go to Rika’s apartment in the first place, and for everything bad that happened afterwards

You tell him it wasn’t his fault and that its okay, and you can see him thinking as he glances at you continually. Eventually, he ends up holding your hand as you walk, which makes you smile a little. You can see the tiniest hint of a smile on his face too

You both wander about until it gets dark, not really doing much, just enjoying each other’s presence. You’re both in a pretty secluded area when you say your goodbyes, and he suddenly kisses you. It’s quite a forceful kiss, and he pulls back and looks at you, smirking lightly. That was one hell of a first kiss (next time he kisses you, it’s the complete opposite – it’s super gentle and careful)

Says goodbye as he leaves you off wherever you need left off at (good writing, A+), and nervously asks if you’d like to meet up with him again sometime soon. If you say yes, you can see his eyes light up a bit as he gives you a gentle smile and kiss on the cheek. He watches you leave, before turning around and going on his way too, and he genuinely feels a lot happier after being out with you

(AN: I was like ‘oh I’ll just do a bit of casual writing before I go sleep’ and it’s been like an hour and a half/two hours that I’ve worked on this – overall this is almost 3000 words with the notes, and wow. I expected this to be super short and it’s my longest yet. Again, I hope it’s okay and is worth reading ;; Take care ^^)

#quiet karma #mystic messenger #rfa #jihyun kim #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #jaehee kang #jumin han #yoosung kim #zen #headcanon #first date #my writing

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AU MEME: talk dirty to me about trashgays canon swap au cause I'm Always A Slut For It; also, maybe an AU where Nisha and Nora switch roles?? Other AU's I never get tired of hearing about: Hogwarts, werewolves, demonic possession, FDTD, any brand of horror AU...

goddamnit yknow i’m gonna talk about literally all of them……..

CANON SWAP:

gallico!nisha wrecks my entire life so hard she’s so???? i love how she gets when she gets amoral and i love how obsessive she gets and i can’t stress how much she’d try and pamper nora. how much she’d try and pamper nora literally as she’s torturing her. petting her hair, doing her make-up, washing her up??? she would never even see her blood for long because nisha would clean her up immediately after. nora hates it, there’s barely any sense of permanence that way???

and let me just say, nora is terrified at her. nora wants to trust her so badly like instantly because she’s the only one who’s nice to her but she can’t she’s so scary and she keeps hurting her but she keeps doubting what’s real and she’s dying also i just realized if this is a canon swap then AARON WOULD BE ERICH AND…!!!! aaron constantly c onstantly getting in the way.. deciding to play ‘good cop’ while nisha isn’t looking and having nora cling to him because he’s a boy and we all know how much we love nora’s compulsory het problem… how livid nisha would be… Yes.

also i have this thing with nisha losing an eye (like in the zombie au) so i want her injury post-gallico to be that. i’m just thinking of nora ‘taking care’ of nisha, and she’s got this bloodied blindfold on, and nora is just. obsessed with the idea of leading her around and nisha kind of loves it but is kinda freaked out with it. wow. gallico, my favorite romance story

ROLE SWITCH:

OH MY GOd i never thought of this…………!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

here’s the thing, it’s been established that aaron has been stalking nisha long before he actually kidnaps nora. SO! instead of getting sidetracked, he actually just straight up takes nisha. everyone freaks out. nora finds all of nisha’s obsessive notes about the case and tries to track her down and of course aaron finds her and strikes the same deal. and oh my god.

nisha literally would not be able to deal with being a vampire on her own, she already has such a problem with being… EVIL and now she’s the living embodiment of it omfg. she’d want to die every second she would just nEED to be purged and the whole torture chapter would be her begging and begging for that kind of punishment. starving herself, following aaron’s every order the second it left his mouth, she wouldn’t want nora to look at her ever. she would lose it to her bloodlust and that’d be the only time nora would be able to approach her and TBH. when nisha turns nora by accident, she would just. lose it. i think she’d just retreat into her vampire self and just never want to come out again, just obediently follow aaron until nora realizes she has to kill him.

… I’M NOT SAYING MORE CUZ SPOILERS BUT OH MAN…! VAMPIRE SLAVE NISHA… VERY NICE…

HOGWARTS:

can i just say how much i love so many of the canon plots being distributed amongst the trashgays… nora being the heir of slytherin… nisha being entered in the triwizard tournament… so what i wanna propose is…

FIRST OF ALL, their first year and dealing with the philosopher’s stone??? would be? so cute? them all figuring out deadly puzzles together aww

SECOND OF ALL, DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would l o v e if giovanni had a rly leading role in that like i’m saying military style secret spell training i’m saying giovanni running that shit like a BOOT CAMP.

WEREWOLVES:

LISTEN I WOULD KILL FOR THE WEREWOLF AU BECAUSE IT’S GOT MY FAVORITE! THING! OF NISHA BITING NORA AND MAKING HER TURN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

adding my favorite boys tho OH man i like thinking that giovanni and nisha are….ssssssiblings… as usual… y es…. giovanni biting nisha when she was a child and pretty much just stealing her away into the night and they just were this cute lil baby pack for the LONGEST time before giovanni started getting power both in the pack world and also in the human world in the government and shit and nisha is just this cutie lil aggressive puppy soldier he insists tag along with her!!!! SO CUTE….

i also like the idea of there being a circle of bites so, like, nora being the one to turn matthew… Nice…. because she is SO ANGRY AND SO DESTROYED BY BEING A MONSTER AND SHE HATES IT AND SHE DOESN’T WANNA BE ALONE SO HE OFFERS… OR MAYBE EVEN DOESN’T AND SHE JUST.. DOES IT CUZ IT’S HER… and giovanni is livid cuz he’s had his eye on matthew for a while and nora is ruining everything and it’s all technically nisha’s fault BAD GAY LESBIAN DOG VERY BAD

DEMONIC POSSESSION:

oh b o y… imma be honest it’s hard thinking about matthew and demonic possesison without red being there so imma pretend he’s still there.

ACTUALLY NO…!!! matthew and nisha as exorcists!! rly wanna pair them up for this one yesyesyes. nora being possessed 100% yes. giovanni being the one to summon the demon in the first place and matthew and nisha are foiling his plans i guess he’s a cultist or something YO remember that one cult au we made. yes. also: giovanni’s plans being foiled by his GAY. nora’s exorcism being Botched by NISHA’S GAY. LOTS OF GAY RUINING THE DAY

FDTD:

WHY DO YOU WANT ME DEAD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

amoral!nisha… drools.

did you know that in the second/third season katie or whatever gets this big role that’s somewhat tied to santanico or whatever idk idc i’m only saying because i’m pretty sure matthew is the katie of fdtd in that she’s pretty and everyone keeps trying to sacrifice her and she’s trying to be GOOD FOR JESUS but instead needs to kill a bunch of vamps to survive and she’s surprisingly hardcore about it

anyway i want that for matthew

also i’m crying because nora is just… s o frustrated about needing nisha she absolutely HATES it… she hates needing her like that, she also thinks she’s hella incompetent and too slow for her needs, she doesn’t listen like she should and she’s just so desperate and oh my god, aaron as? carlos? hot….,,

also the first few eps of fdtd are my absolutely favorite thing in the world. when richie thought he was crazy and seth was just freaking out cuz everyone thought he was crazy and he even thought he was crazy but he COULDN’T… LET THAT BE REALITY AND HE WAS JUST KIND OF BEATING UP ON RICHIE LIKE CMON!!!!!!!! WE GOT THIS! GET IT TOGETHER J ESUS CHRIST STOP KILLING GIRLS CMON!

PLS! THAT WITH GIOVANNI AND NISHA!!!! GIMME GIOVANNI ACTUALLY KIND OF FRANTIC AND DESPERATE CUZ THEY NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS FUCKING MURDER NISHA COMMITTED AND WHAT THE HELL NISHA WAS NEVER LIKE THIS AND HE CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM AS KIDS AND CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS IDEALIZED FUTURE FOR THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GIOVANNI FEELINGS

THIS IS SO MUCH

#JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESUS THIS IS LONG JHFKSGDFGS #ILYSM #W #mmementommori #ask tag #trashgays

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